request; “tell me about your day” and “wiping their tears when they cry” with rafe?
pairing; rafe x fem!reader
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Rafe wanted you to quit working.
He’d told you time and time again that he genuinely desired to provide for you.
And the way that you enter his home, hardly standing up— proves his point. No woman of his should ever have to work so hard, but you always insisted.
Because one day, if things went south you’d be left with nothing but empty pockets and a sullen heart.
“‘The fuck happened to you.”
Rafe spat, not at you however, but because he already knew those bastards were overworking his girl. He had such a ‘pleasant’ way of saying hello.
“‘M not in the mood Rafe.”
You voice was deep and low— monotone, and he knew not to prod any further. Typically, as one would know, Rafe would always push bounds but not with you.
Not with the one he knew he needed to stick around more than anything.
Jumping from his seat on the couch, he lets your limp body cling onto him whilst you kick your shoes off by the front door.
“You smell like onion rings,” Rafe concluded. Your job at the Wreck typically had you smelling like all sorts of blubber.
So straightforward and blunt, yet affectionate and merely sorrowful for the ache in your eyes.
“Run me a bath please, m’ gonna collapse.”
With that, he swoops one arm under your legs— carrying you so effortlessly. You stare up at him, hair freshly cut and a musk of freshness.
Rafe watched as you undessed in front of him, so feeble and weak he could hardly take it. A sharp pain daggering at his insides. Offering you his hand— holding it long enough until you settled into the bathtub. Rafe sat at the edge of the tub, craving to keep you company, and to partially make sure you wouldn’t drown from falling asleep in the bathtub.
Something so intimate about seeing his lover so vulnerable, falling apart before him.
“Tell me about your day.”
He needed to know who he had to make time to personally fuck with— possibly rearrange their face with one tightened fist. He knows he shouldn’t ask, but from your state— you’re holding too much of it, making your figure even more unstable by carrying that weight. Eyes beginning to glaze over, he knows he’s hit that nerve just right.
“S’just too fucking much, and m’not getting paid enough for this shit-“
To your surprise, as salty tears stream repeatedly down your face— Rafe’s thumb smoothed over the skin of your cheeks catching every single drop; not missing a beat.
Not to say you were stunned, but it’s Rafe.
You’ve always had to get use to the fact that he doesn’t show much emotion— but since the two of you became conjoined at the hip, he’s tried beyond belief.
With your mouth parted, your tears stop; the willing comfort striking you all at once. The corners of Rafe’s mouth pulling into a minuscule smile.
“Just let me take care of you, Princess.”
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