synopsis: a simple shopping trip with rafe quickly turns into a bunch of teasing after seeing you in a dress and makes you get it—and he’s not letting you pay for a single thing no matter how hard you try
note: i did not feel like adding the right capitalization this time sorry guys
it was the third store when you slipped into the fitting room.
rafe leaned against the wall outside, arms crossed, pretending not to care while absolutely caring. the curtain rustled and you spoke.
“okay, don’t laugh.”
“wasn’t planning on it,” he said, smirking.
you stepped out slowly, and rafe looked at you. his smirk dropped instantly, jaw tightening and tongue poking his cheek. the dress hugged you just right, clinging in all the places.
“fuck,” he muttered before he could stop himself.
you grinned. “that bad?”
he stepped closer, one hand slipping to your waist. “no. that dangerous.”
you laughed softly, and his thumb brushed against your hip. he leaned in, not kissing you—just close enough that you could feel him.
“turn around,” he murmured.
you did, and he exhaled through his nose, clearly trying to keep it together. his hands settled on your lower back, fingers warm and grounding.
“you trying to start something in the middle of a mall?” he asked quietly.
you tilted your head back around him. “maybe.”
he chuckled under his breath, forehead dropping to your shoulder for half a second. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”
you turned back toward the mirror, but he caught your wrist gently.
“your getting this,” he said. not a question.
“i’ll think about it.”
his eyes darkened just a little. “don’t.”
your heart raced as you went back into the fitting room. when you came out again, changed, rafe was still there—still watching you like that.
that’s when you decided you’d pay for it yourself.
you walked to the line and stood at the counter with a pile of clothes in your arms, already pulling your card from your wallet like you’d done this a hundred times before. rafe was right behind you, close enough that you could feel him without touching him.
“i got it,” you said casually, sliding the card forward.
a hand came down over yours—his.
“no,” rafe said, low.
you turned your head slightly, eyebrow raised. “rafe.”
he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “put the card away.”
you scoffed, trying to step forward anyway, but his grip tightened just enough to stop you.
“i can pay for my own stuff,” you insisted, though your voice betrayed you.
he hummed softly behind you, clearly entertained. “yeah,” he murmured. “and i can let you. but i’m not gonna.”
you finally turned to face him, chest nearly brushing his. “why not?”
his eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up.
“because you look real pretty holding things i bought you,” he said. “and because i like when you get that look on your face.”
“what look?”
he smirked, thumb hooking into the strap of your bag and tugging you closer. “that one.”
your breath stuttered, and you hated that he noticed—loved that he noticed.
the cashier cleared their throat awkwardly.
rafe didn’t even look away from you as he pulled out his own card. “sorry,” he said lazily. then, quieter to you, “you can thank me later.”
you crossed your arms, pretending to pout, but he only leaned in again, lips brushing your cheek—barely there.
“don’t worry,” he whispered. “i’ll make it up to you.”
when you walked out, shopping bags swinging from his hands, you tried to take one.
he lifted it just out of reach.
“uh-uh,” he said. “you tried to pay. lost your privileges.”
you glared at him, but he was already smiling—entirely too pleased with himself.
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warnings: attempted sexual assault (not by rafe!!)
synopsis (requested by anon): at one of his parties, a kook who’s been obsessing over you follows you to rafe’s room and attacks you. rafe finds you in time, violently stops him, and the night ends with rafe makes sure you’re safe, and he has a little break down and guilt for not saving you.
Downstairs, the party was in full swing, but as a Pogue, being here felt like you were being watched 24/7, unable to actually have fun but Rafe’s hand on the small of your back had kept you steady all night.
"I need a second," you whispered over the music, gesturing toward the stairs. "It’s too loud down here."
Rafe leaned in, "Go. My room. I’ll be up in ten to check on you, okay?"
You nodded and walked away. You didn't notice Jaxon watching you from the corner of the porch. Jaxon was the Kook the others avoided—the one who took things too far, whose jokes were always a little too rude, and worst of all whose obsession with you had become a dark secret since you started dating Rafe.
The silence of Rafe’s bedroom was a relief. You shut the door, leaning against it for a moment. But then, the door handle turned. You stepped back, thinking it was Rafe, but the man who stepped inside and immediately clicked the lock wasn't your boyfriend.
“Jaxon?” your voice climbed an octave. "What are you doing? Get out."
"You think you’re so special because of him?" Jaxon’s voice was low, his eyes fixed on you with a terrifying look. "A pogue girl in a house like this? You’re just a stray he picked up."
Before you could scream, he moved. He was surprisingly fast, catching you by the waist and throwing you toward the bed. You scrambled to get up, but he was on top of you instantly.
"Get off me! Rafe!" you shrieked.
He pinned your wrists over your head, his grip bruising your skin. You bucked and kicked, your heel hitting him in the ribs, but he only grew more aggressive. He began tearing at your clothes.
He managed to yank your shirt away, leaving you in your bra, and his hands fumbled with the button of your jeans. You were sobbing now, fighting with every ounce of strength you had left, but he was heavy and forceful, pinning your legs down with his knees. You felt the cold air hit your skin as he pulled your pants halfway down, his breathing ragged and disgusting in your ear.
The door didn't just open, it exploded.
Rafe had heard the scream. He had been looking for you, a growing knot of anxiety in his chest that turned into pure anger when he saw what was happening.
“Get the fuck off her!”
The roar that left Rafe’s throat didn’t sound human. He crossed the room in two strides, grabbing Jaxon by the back of his neck and throwing him off you with such force that Jaxon hit the heavy oak dresser, shattering the mirror.
Rafe didn't wait for him to get up.
Rafe’s fists moved in a blur, all of it coming from the psychotic side he usually tried to keep hidden from you
Every time Jaxon tried to cover his face, Rafe found another way to hit him.
"Rafe, stop! Please!" you cried out from the bed, trying to pull your clothes back together.
He couldn't hear you. He was in one of his “states”. The sound of meat hitting bone filled the room. Jaxons’s face was unrecognizable, his nose shattered, his eyes swelling shut.
"Rafe! Stop, man! You're gonna kill him!" Topper and Kelce burst in, having heard the crashing furniture. It took both of them, grappling Rafe’s arms and pulling him back, to get him off the limp body on the floor.
Rafe was vibrating, his chest heaving, his face splattered with blood that wasn't his. His right hand was already swelling, the knuckles split wide and purple.
"Look at her!" Rafe screamed at Topper, pointing a shaking finger at you. "Look what he did!"
Kelce quickly dragged Jaxon out of the room and the moment the door shut again, the adrenaline seemed to drain out of Rafe and he looked scared instead as he scrambled onto the bed.
"Don't look at me, don't look at the blood," he choked out, his voice trembling. He reached for a clean hoodie on the chair, his hands shaking so violently he could barely hold it. He draped it over you, his eyes searching yours.. "Did he... did he get to...? Did he hurt you anywhere else?"
"No," you sobbed, finally breaking down into his chest. "You got here... you got here in time."
Rafe pulled you into his lap, ignoring the pain in his shattered hand. He wrapped his arms around you, rocking you back and forth. He pressed his forehead against yours, his breath hitched in his throat.
"I’ve got you. I’m so sorry. I’m never letting you out of my sight again," he whispered, his voice thick with tears. "I’ll burn this whole island down before I let someone touch you again. You’re safe. I promise you, you’re safe."
The chaos of Tannyhill faded into a muffled noise as Rafe carried you out the back entrance, avoiding the eyes of other kooks. He didn't want anyone looking at you, and he certainly didn't want anyone seeing the look on his own face.
He settled you into the passenger seat of his truck, his movements gentle. He didn't seem to feel his swelled up hand. His only focus was the way you were against the door, wrapped in his oversized hoodie.
When he pulled up to your house, he didn't let you walk. He hopped out, rounded the truck, and lifted you into his arms again. He used his foot to nudge the door shut and carried you straight to your bedroom, setting you down on the edge of the bed.
Rafe moved through your room and disappeared into the bathroom and came back with warm water, a soft cloth, and a first-aid kit.
He knelt on the floor between your legs.
He started with your face. His left hand grabbed the back of your neck to steady you. He used the cloth to gently wipe away the tear tracks and the smudges of stuff on your face where Jaxon had pressed your face into the pillow.
"Tell me if I’m hurting you," he murmured, his voice barely a rasp.
He moved down to your wrists. He stared at the dark bruises left by Jaxons fingers and for moment his jaw was clenching so hard you could hear his teeth grind. He began to dab the skin and every time you winced or took a sharp breath, he froze, his eyes darting to yours with a look of pure agony. He moved to your collarbone and shoulders, cleaning the small scratches.
As he moved the cloth down to your knees, his hands suddenly stopped. He stayed hunched over, his head hanging low between his shoulders. A heavy silence filled the room, and then you saw it—a single tear splashed onto the top of your foot. Then another.
"Rafe?" you whispered.
He let out a jagged, broken sound like a half sob. He dropped the cloth and buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking violently.
"I saw him," Rafe choked out, "I saw him on top of you. I heard you screaming my name and I wasn't... I wasn't there fast enough. I’m supposed to be the one thing in this world that keeps you safe. That's my only job. And I let that piece of shit put his hands on you."
He looked up then, and the sight was devastating. His eyes were bloodshot and brimming with tears, full of guilt. "I know what people say about me. But you were supposed to be the only one I protect. I was supposed to keep the rest of them away. I failed you so bad."
You leaned forward, ignoring the ache in your limbs, and reached down to cup his face. Your fingers brushed against the blood still splattered on his cheek.
"Look at me, Rafe. Look at me," you commanded softly.
He slowly met your eyes.
"You didn't fail me," you said, your voice gaining strength. "He chose to do that. He’s the one who’s sick. But you... you’re the one who stopped him. I heard your voice and I knew I was going to be okay. You saved me. Do you hear me? You saved my life tonight."
Rafe let out a shaky breath, leaning his face into your palm and closing his eyes. He let out a long, shuddering exhale, the tension finally leaving him as he pressed a long kiss to the center of your palm.
"I'm never leaving you alone again," he promised. "I don't care who I have to go through. You’re mine, and I’ve got you. Always."
He finally pulled back,
"You need to get out of these clothes," he said softly. His eyes dropped to the torn hoodie he’d wrapped around you—his hoodie, now stained and ruined. "I’ll get you something clean. Something warm."
He stood up and pulled out your softest pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. He walked back to the bed and set them down beside you.
"II'll turn around," he whispered.
When you were done, you crawled under the blankets.
"Rafe," you called out quietly. "You can look now."
He turned around and the tension in his shoulders dropped an inch when he saw you tucked safely under the covers. He walked over and sat on the edge of the mattress, the weight of him making the bed dip.
He reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His touch was so light it was almost a ghost of a feeling. He pulled the blankets up to your chin.
"I’m going to stay right here," he said, his voice dropping to a low, soothing hum. "I’m not going back to the party. I’m not going home. I’m staying in this chair by the bed, and I’m watching that door."
"No," you whispered, reaching out and grabbing his arm. "Stay. Stay on the bed. Please."
Rafe hesitated, looking down at his swollen, bruised hand and the blood still under his fingernails. He looked like he felt too "dirty" to be near you, but the look in your eyes made him crumble. He kicked off his shoes and lay down on top of the covers beside you.
He didn't try to pull you into a tight grip instead, he just let you tuck your head into the crook of his neck. He rested his chin on your hair.
"I've got you," he whispered into the dark, his hand resting protectively over yours. "Nobody's ever hurting you again. I promise."
As sleep finally began to pull at you, the last thing you felt was Rafe’s thumb tracing small, soothing circles over the back of your hand, his eyes wide and alert, guarding you until the sun came up.
hi!! Can I request something where Rafe is dating pogue reader, but there's some kook that's become obsessed with her? He's a kook that the other kooks never really liked. He's like an outcast amongst the kooks because he's always taking things way too far or always being creepy. He became obsessed with pogue reader when she started dating Rafe. Maybe Rafe is throwing a party at tannyhill one night. The reader goes up to his room for a minute. The creepy kook has been watching her and follows her up there. He scares her when he appears in Rafe's room and closes the door behind him. He tries to r*pe her. She's screaming for help and fighting back. He's strong and forceful. He manages to get some of her clothes off, leaving her in a bra and pants half off. Rafe had been looking for her all over, so he finally goes up to his room, and finds her being pinned down under the creepy kook. Rafe goes full rage and beats the hell out of him until Kelce and Topper find them and pull him off. Rafe leaves him pretty messed up and his hand all swollen. pogue reader is traumatized and in tears. Rafe is freaking out, hoping she's okay, comforts her, etc.
