pairing: pogue!reader x rafe
summary: after an argument, rafe leaves you alone in a potentially dangerous situation
warnings: break in, swearing
a/n: my first fic back in forever!!!! my life has completely fallen apart lately so i need to write about some fictional boys to cope! i’m a little (a lot) rusty so apologies! thank you all for reading, and as always my requests are open🫶🏻
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The air in the house felt heavy, the silence deafening. You glanced over your head at Rafe, his gaze towards the floor rather than fixed on you. The tension was thick. It had not been your best day, and it was starting to wear you down.
“Are you planning on speaking to me or are you gonna give me the silent treatment for the rest of the night?” you snapped, fully turning your body around to face him.
He remained silent, his eyes still not looking up to meet yours. You could tell his head was spinning just by the look on his face. You had a feeling he was holding his temper back, preferring to be silent than say something mean to you. The silence killed you regardless.
You took a few steps forward until you were standing in front of him, your anger becoming more and more palpable.
“Are you seriously that angry?” you asked. “It’s a bit fucking ridiculous Rafe.”
“I’m ridiculous?” he finally shot back. “Really, y/n?”
“Really, Rafe,” you nodded, your volume matching his. “How many times do I have to tell you there’s nothing going on with JJ?”
He took a few steps away from you, running his hand over his head as he let out a deep, heavy sigh. His jaw clenched as he looked back at you.
“Until I believe you,” he retorted. “You pogues can’t always be trusted, and I definitely don’t trust him.”
“It’s not about trust,” you said. “It’s about the fact that you’re so controlling and I’m pushing back.”
He remained silent, but this time his eyes remained fixed on you. His blue eyes bore into yours, somehow only making you more angry.
“You know what, Rafe? You’re a fucking asshole,” you told him calmly. “And you’re just like your father.” No yelling, just the choked sound of your voice as tears welled up behind your eyes.
“I’m not doing this,” he exhaled. “I’m going to the party.”
You saw him snatch up a hoodie that had been hanging on the back of a chair before he stormed out, the door slamming shut behind him. The silence encompassed you again, but this time he was gone.
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Rafe showed up at Topper’s place, his friends all wasted already. The sun hadn’t even gone down yet. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. He grabbed a beer and took a long sip, releasing another sigh. Topper came up behind him, slapping his back a little too hard in excitement.
“Hey dude, I didn’t see you show up!”
Rafe chugged the rest of his beer, opening another one promptly. He didn’t want to think about the words he said to you, or what you said to him. Maybe he shouldn’t have accused you, but you also knew how to cut deep. He needed a breather.
The party continued to roar as Rafe mingled, girls ogling him as he met back up with Topper. He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, and pulled it out to see your name light up the screen.
“Ignore her,” Topper yelled over the music.
Rafe obliged, shoving his phone back in his pocket and pretending he hadn’t seen it. He wanted to apologize, but he was also still angry, and unfortunately stubborn. He didn’t want to talk. Not yet.
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“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath as you paced back and forth in your bedroom upstairs. “Answer Rafe.”
You dialed him again, meeting nothing but his voicemail message again. You cursed, throwing your phone onto your bed and tiptoeing back to the window. You pulled the curtain aside, just barely, and peeked out. You could see the two men hovering, looking like they were scheming about something. What did they want? Were they dangerous? Maybe they were just friends of Ward’s, waiting to talk to Rafe about something.
After a few minutes when you went back to look out the window, they were both gone. You let out a breath of relief. Just an overreaction.
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Rafe leaned against the wall, waiting for the bathroom to be free. He hoped there weren’t people making out in there…or worse. He pulled his phone out of his pocket out of boredom, seeing multiple missed calls from you.
He noticed another notification, from the home security system he had set up not long ago. It was notifying him of movement near the house.
He pulled up the footage, seeing two men hovering around the front of the house. He didn’t recognize them. They walked off, and the footage cut. He furrowed his eyebrows as he clicked the second notification from the camera at the back of the house. He noticed them trying to get the back door open. What the fuck?
As he walked back through the house to leave, he dialed your number, hoping to god you would pick up and not ignore him out of pettiness. You answered on the first ring, sounding out of breath and like you had been crying.
“Baby,” he said quickly. “I need you to get out of the house now, okay? Don’t panic, just go as quickly and as quietly as you can.”
“Is it those guys?” you asked, your voice lowering to a whisper. He told you not to panic, but you were panicking.
“What guys? You saw them?” he asked.
“Yeah I saw them at the front of the house, but I thought they left,” you explained. “I tried calling you.”
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I’m so sorry baby, I’ll be home as soon as I can just get out of the house.”
“Rafe!” you screamed. He could hear commotion going on, but as he screamed for you he was not met with your voice. He heard two unfamiliar voices, and the sound of breaking glass. Another scream and the line went dead.
“Fuck!” he screamed. He grabbed Topper from the collar, “Can you give me a ride home?”
He had walked here, needing to clear his head after the argument with you. He realized now that was a mistake. You could be hurt, or worse, and he wasn’t there. His protective instincts were ablaze, there was nothing more important than getting to you.
“Dude I’m wasted,” Topper slurred.
“Give me your keys,” Rafe demanded, and Topper offered them up immediately. “And call 911 and send them to my place. NOW!”
He ran off before he could hear Topper’s response. He had tunnel vision, you were the only thing that was important right now. He didn’t care if those guys destroyed his house, stole all his belongings, as long as they hadn’t touched you.
His heart pounded as he sped back home, praying he wouldn’t get pulled over. He wouldn’t pull over, not until he knew you were safe. He could barely think, or even breathe as he sped down the familiar roads back to his house.
He pulled up, a swarm of cops surrounding the place. He sprinted to them, ignoring the calls of his name as he stormed through the front entrance. He didn’t see you.
“Where is she?” he screamed to no one in particular, hoping someone would answer.
“Rafe?” you called, barely able to get the sound out.
“Y/n,” he breathed, running over to where you stood on the balcony, blanket over your shoulders, the broken window beside you.
You crashed into his chest, sobs that you had been holding back finally escaping. Rafe tightened his arms around you, whispering apologies. He pulled back slightly, just enough that he could cup his large hands on either side of your face.
“Did they hurt you?” he asked.
You shook your head. “I ran upstairs once they saw me, and the cops showed up not long after.”
“Thank god,” he exhaled, planting a kiss on your forehead. “I’m so sorry baby, I-“
“It’s okay,” you cut him off. “I’m okay.”
“I shouldn’t have left,” he defended, shaking his head. “I was an asshole, like you said.”
“I shouldn’t have said that to you,” you muttered.
“Doesn’t matter now, baby,” he said. “I don’t know what I would have done if you weren’t okay. I can’t even imagine if something happened to you.”
“I’m okay,” you reassured him. “We’re okay?”
He just nodded, pulling you closer to him. He knew he would need to talk to the cops, but right now he couldn’t stand the thought of letting you go after feeling so close to losing you.
You didn’t understand how someone could make you feel so secure despite the fact that your house was just broken into. It was as if all the events of the day melted away, and you were secure again.
You were safe. Right there, with him.
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