You and Simon had been dating for about 7 months when you saw the photo. You’d met task force 141 about three months ago. John and Kyle both mentioned how “refreshing it was to see your beauty in person not just from a picture.”
You just guessed they meant Simon had shown them photos you guys took together, on dates and in the comfort of your apartment. The pictures he’d taken on his phone of you sleeping or of the two of you kissing.
Simon told you it was nothing and that they were just shamelessly flirting with you. Two days after you met the guys they had been deployed on a mission. 2 weeks tops was what John had told you.
It took the team 3 weeks and 6 days to come back. The second Simon walked into your apartment, you were placing kisses all over him muttering words like ‘i missed you so much baby’ and ‘it felt like it took you years to come back’
All Simon wanted to do was shower and cuddle into you. “Baby i missed you too but i desperately need to shower. How about you take my wallet and order us some dinner? Can you do that for me, my love?”
Nodding your head softly and placing one more kiss on his lips. Digging into one of the many pockets of his tactical pants and grabbing the wallet you had bought him for your 4 month anniversary.
Watching him as he slowly stripped off his gear on the floor in the direction of your bathroom. After he made it into the bathroom and shut the door you sat down on your bed and opened up doordash.
Ordering your shared comfort food, when you open his wallet a photo of yourself is staring back at you. It was a photo from your second date, the two of you went to a cafe and you had gotten the cold foam from your matcha all over your top lip.
You were smiling ear to ear in the photo. You always heard about military men keeping photos of their wives in their wallets or in their uniform hats but Simon didn’t seem like the type to do that.
You were still staring at the photo when Simon came into the bedroom with a pair of pajama bottoms and no top.
“You okay?” he asked cautiously, he’d never seen you in this quiet and zoned out. He hadn’t noticed exactly what in his wallet you were looking at. Gently putting a hand on your back as he sat down on the bed.next to you.
“You keep a photo of me in your wallet?” the words come out low barely above a whisper when he finally tries to speak. His hand reaches to grab his wallet out of your hand.
“Yea.” He slips his wallet in his pocket. Silence filled the room. He didn’t know what you were feeling, disgust, anger, confusion, he couldn’t read your face.
You turned your head to him and climbed into his lap slowly. Simon loved eye contact but right now he was doing everything in his power to avoid it. “Baby”
Trying to get his attention. His eyes snapped to yours. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.Grabbing his face and pulling him into the kiss, not rough but not gentle. A slow and deliberate kiss everything about it passionate.
All he could do was melt into the kiss, his hands wandering your body landing on one holding the back of you neck the other gripping your ass.
You slowly pull away from the kiss. Staring into his eyes before saying anything else.
“That’s adorable, baby.” Smiling softly as you lean your forehead against his maintaining eye contact.
summary: Rafe and Rose get into a bad argument and Rose calls you, Rafe’s best friend to help his breakdown.
Word Count: 1.1k
cw/tw: no use of y/n, drug use mentioned
note : Super nervy to post but my first story on heree
“Rafe, what happened?” you asked as you drove to your apartment, with him in the passenger seat looking down at his shaky hands left in his lap. You knew Rose was the type to say things just to get a rise out of people. After ward passed she began acting erratically towards Rafe.
The slightest mistake would cause a screaming match between the two, but never so bad that Rafe would go nonverbal. The last time Rafe was like this was the fight he and Ward had before Ward passed.
The passing of Ward hit Rafe hard. He blamed himself for Ward passing and shut everyone out.
His coke usage became more frequent, he took his rage out on others, constantly getting kicked out by Rose.
Rose knew you were the only one that could handle him in that state, she always called you and he willingly got in your car every time. But tonight was different, he was fighting back tears when he got into your Jeep.
“Lets just go to your place, no need to talk.” He snapped. Respecting his wishes the car ride was silent, no radio, just the sounds of the ocean nearby. Rafe let out a breathy sigh and moved his gaze from his hands to out the window.
“Did you use tonight?” your voice shook slightly as the words came out soft. You pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex. Shutting off the car and looking at him. His blue eyes slowly met yours.
His shaky hand reached in his pocket and pulled out a small baggie with the distinct white substance. Although it was still sealed and didn’t look like he used any. Taking the baggie and putting it in your car’s center console.
“I bought it an hour before Rose and I argued.” He informed you. A small smile grew on your face, proud of him for not using. Rafe opened the car door letting you know he wanted to go inside. Following after him cautiously.
“What caused you to buy it?” You asked as you glanced back and forth between him and your apartment door. Once the door was unlocked he walked right in and went to the kitchen.
“My anxiety was getting bad again, the coke usually helps calm me.” He sat on the stool infront of your kitchen island. Staring at you when you lifted your head from your gaze on the floor.
“You know you can always come to me. What can I do to help you tonight?” Moving a bit closer to him, not enough to invade his personal space but enough we could whisper and still hear each other. Rafe’s eyes began to glisten, filling with tears.
“Yea I know. Could you just hold me?” His voice was so soft the last time you heard it was as kids. Closing the gap between you two and pulling his head to rest on your chest. His arms wrapped around your waist as if some type of pavlovian response.
“I don’t know what happened tonight, baby, but everything is gonna be okay.” You could feel your shirt begin to soak up his tears, small sobs leaving his mouth as your words come to an end. Slowly getting him to stand and guiding him to the couch.
His 6 '2 frame laying on top of your small one in comparison. He was probably crushing a few organs but you were worried about him more than yourself. One hand resting on his back and the other playing in his hair. Pressing a soft kiss to his head ever so often.
“You know I'll always be there for you.” His head lifted slightly so he could look at you, his eyes not meeting yours but his gaze finding your lips. Not saying anything else,sitting in the comfortable silence.
His breathing calmed as he held you tight. His mouth opened on occasion but closed before he could say anything. Like he was stopping himself from asking something, afraid it would offend.
“C-can i kiss you?” His question stunned you, especially since you’d never heard Rafe stutter before. The man who was so cocky and confident and fucked almost all the kooks on the island, was stuttering asking to kiss you.
Instead of using words to respond, you pull him into a soft kiss. Gentle like the two of you were designed for each other. Pulling away from the kiss before it could become anything steamier. I had always had a crush on Rafe but I knew the way he treated his girlfriends. I didn’t want to be that.
“I’ll set up the guest room for you. I didn’t get a chance before I came to pick you up.” Getting up from under Rafe and heading towards the hallway leading to bedrooms. Rafe grabs your arm stopping you from going far. Him now sitting up instead of the laying position he was in when you turned your back.
“You dont have you do that baby.” I knew my couch was comfortable but definitely not comfortable for a 6 ‘2 man to sleep on. Rafe pulls you closer and he spreads his legs just enough for you to stand between.
“You can’t sleep on the couch Rafe.” Looking down at him and running a hand through his hair, holding his head for him to look up at me. We stay silent for a second maintaining eye contact until rafe finally says something.
“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” he gently guides your face down so there is centimeters between your lips and his. Rafe slowly leans up and places a soft peck on your lips.
“Come on Rafey” Pulling him up from the couch, holding hands as you both wonder into your bedroom, the walls painted a beautiful dark green. Letting go of his hand as you open up your closet doors. Grabbing a shirt you told stole from Rafe not even a week ago, taking off your jean shorts and tee and throwing on Rafe’s shirt.
“Did you want something to change into?” Even though we were very difference sizes, Rafe had a whole drawer in you dresser and a section of his clothes in your closet. Rafe slips past you into the closet and just grabs one of his many pers of pajama kept in your home.
He slips off his shirt and polo shorts, putting on the pajama bottoms and leaving his top half unclothed. You both slipped into your bed on your own separate sides of the bed for a bit. Rafe begins to shuffle around in the bed until you feel his muscular arms wrap around your center and pull you into his bare chest.
“Thank you for tonight. I love you my sweet girl.” You feel Rafe press a soft kiss into the back of your head as you begin drifting off.
BestFriend!Rafe who keeps clothes at your apartment for you to sleep in. Just so you have the comfort of going to sleep with his scent wrapped around you. Other times he’ll be in your bed cuddling you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you fall asleep with your legs tangled in his and head on his chest.
BestFriend!Rafe who tells you about his hooks up, even the ones with your closest friends while letting you grind on his thigh. He goes into all the dirty details between him and the women he had fucked right before coming to your apartment.
BestFriend!Rafe who walked in on you touching yourself too many times. Sometimes he would just watch from the doorway of your bedroom and only announce himself after you’ve reached your orgasm. Asking you things like “Who were you thinking of?”
BestFriend!Rafe who would let you watch him jerk off if he didn’t feel like going to find some random girl on the island to fuck that night. Reminding as he fucked his hand that he wouldn’t fuck you no matter how desperate he gets..
BestFriend!Rafe who would get hard as he comforted you from yet another failed relationship. Letting you sit on his lap as you cried into his chest about how you just want to be loved by someone even though he’s the one that threatened to break your ex-boyfriend's kneecaps if he didn’t end it with you.
