I wonder if youve ever seen Buffalo66 it always makes me think of Kidnapper!rafe 🫢
a/n: I ADORE buffalo 66. thinking of the car scene with him… oh yes oh yes pls.
ALSO, i know that @nemesyaaa made a buffalo 66 au first!! Go check hers out too!! I just wanted to put it out there i am in no way trying to copy anyone, just answering an ask (:
warnings: kidnapper!rafe, mentions of guns and murder !
You stared at your reflection in the mirror, fixing your hair and clutching your bag closer to your side as you opened the door, spotting a man standing there on the pay phone. You heard him shouting at his mom from inside, and you could only wonder what he was talking about.
You began to walk past him, when he turned to look at you, phone now hung back up.
“Excuse me, miss.” He spoke, running a hand through his buzzed hair. You stopped in your tracks, standing in front of him, looking at him with confusion written on your face. He stepped back, glancing around the place, before his hand shot up, putting one hand over your mouth, and grabbing your body with his other, holding you back when you attempted to run.
You let out a muffled scream for help, his mouth ghosting over the outer shell of your ear as he leaned in. “Shut up, shut the fuck up.” He murmured in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Don’t say a word or I’ll take it right out of your face.” He told you, you still attempting to fight against him, but he was too strong for you.
“Shut your mouth, shut your mouth.” And finally, you listened. You stopped fighting, tears beginning to run down your face. He began to walk, and forced you to walk along with him. He dragged you down a hallway, and then down a stairwell.
“Just shut up and you’ll be okay.” He told you as he pulled you outside, you began to let out whines against his hand, in hopes that someone, anyone would hear. But with his hand still on your mouth, it was useless. He shoved you against the car, repeating the words “Shut up!”
He finally took his hands off of your mouth to push the car door open, his body pressed against yours to keep you pinned to the car.
“You’re hurting me!” You complained.
“Yeah?” He asked breathily, “Shut your mouth or I’ll really hurt you. You want me to really hurt you?” He retorted, opening your car door and shoving you in. “Get in the car. Get in, c’mon!”
You went into the passengers seat, him getting in the drivers.
“How do I get this thing back?” He asked, you furrowing your eyebrows. You breathed heavily, him looking at you. “Point to the thing!”
“Right there.” You moved it for him, the car starting.
“I can’t see out the window. Give me something to wipe the window.” He panted, running a hand through his head again. “Give me something to wipe the window!” He repeated louder when you made no movement. You listened, swallowing the lump that formed in your throat.
“Okay, you know what? You go out. You clean it. Get out of the car.” He told you, you standing up quickly and grabbing the wipes, him following you outside while you scrubbed the windows down, before he got angry and shoved his body up against yours again, moving your hands faster.
“Hurry up, I don’t got all day.” He spoke, “see how it is when you fucking wash your car? See how nice? God, this is filthy. Is that how your house is? Filthy like that?” He chastised, moving you both to the other side of car, getting both sides of the window. “Now you can see. That’s good. That’s good.” He told you, walking you over to the passenger side again.
“Get in your car, c’mon. Hurry up.”
“Stop!”
“Get in. And shut your mouth.” He told you, shoving you into the seat once again. “Shut your mouth.” He told you, before rounding the other side of the car, “filthy. Filthy.” He shook his head to himself.
“Alright where’s the thing in the car… how do you put it in gear?” He asked you, shoving multiple buttons.
“Right here.” You murmured, grabbing the shift. He fumbled with it.
“What is this? Is this… a shifter car? I cannot drive a shifter car, alright? So we got a little situation here. I cannot drive these kinda cars.”
You looked down, not sure of how to reply. But you couldn’t help the small smile forming on your face, finding it rather humorous.
“What? You think that’s funny? Would you like to know why I can’t drive this kind of car? I’ll tell you why. I’m used to luxury cars. Do you know what a luxury car is? Do you even know what luxury means? I drive a goddamn Ferrari. The new one, too. A Ferrari 275 GTS. That’s what I drive. I drive cars that shift themselves, my cars shift themselves. They’re luxury cars, they shift themselves.” He rambled, talking to you as if you were a child.
“So when I say three, you follow my count, you come around to my door, got me?” He told you, turning to face you.
You stared at him, pout visible on your face. He held his fingers up, his gaze never leaving yours.
“One… two… three.” He said slowly, you still staring at him, not making any move. He groaned in annoyance, grabbing your jaw, pulling you closer to him, his breath fanning over your face.
“What did I just say? How hard is it to follow goddamn directions?” He asked you, your lips parting slightly. He huffed, letting go of your jaw, and pointing to the door behind you.
“One, two, three, get out of the car. Get out the car.” He pointed to the door, you finally moving and opening the door, him doing the same.
“And I’m watching you. I’m watching you.” The both of you passed each other, him pointing at you. “And don’t make that face. Don’t make that face.” He rounded to the passenger seat before you made it to the drivers, him shouting one last “hurry up!”
You opened your drivers door, sitting in the seat. “Now pull away.”
You began to do so, “and go this way.” You didn’t go that way.
“This way!” He repeated, you finally listening, starting your car and beginning to drive where he told you.
“Fucking finally.” He murmured under his breath, you glancing at him as he leaned back in his seat.
