clingy puppy!reader
you woke up, red-eyed, and puffy cheeked.
rafe hadn’t come home the previous night and you sat on the couch all night waiting. hours and hours passed until you finally realized that rafe wouldn’t be back.
once that idea fully set, you cried. you cried, cried, cried, and cried even more until you couldn’t anymore. in the midst of your tears, you ended up wetting yourself. facing the embarrassment with a blind eye, you simply just decided to go to sleep.
you went to the couch in your soiled and tear-stained clothes, your imaginary puppy-ears sat flat on your head in disconsolate.
upon waking up, you realized you weren’t laying on the scratchy uncomfortable material of the couch. you were in the soft comfort of your bed, your cotton panties you’d ruined just last night turned into your favorite brandy sleep-shorts.
you stretched your left arm, feeling the space next to you empty. empty but warm— warm as in someone was there. someone as in rafe.
you stood up, knees wobbling, and body stiff. you walked, or more so waddled, around the house. you peeked through every room like a curious golden retriever, your messy hair falling across your face.
you peeked through the kitchen, wearily. you saw a large figure, shirtless, with gray sweatpants hanging low on his waist. he stood at the stove, cooking eggs and your favorite pancakes with chocolate chips.
“r-rafey.. where were y-you a-all night..?” you whimpered as you pouted, hugging him from behind, the length of your arms not being nearly enough to fully wrap around his waist.
he simply chuckled, not making any move to give you his attention.
“w-why are you la-laughing r-rafe..” you whined loudly.
“how was your night baby? came home and you were soaked— so fucking soaked i had to clean the couch and you hun. scrubbed that fuckin’ pussy raw” he let out a deep laugh, speaking absentmindedly as he continued cooking.
“s-stop its not funny! i was upset and worried and sad and upset..” you mewled as you began running back to your room in second hand embarrassment.
“dont run baby, y’know whats gonna happen.” rafe barley finished his sentence before he heard a large crash followed by deafening cries. all he simply did was let out a deep sigh before walking to the bedroom.
you sat on the floor cross legged, sniffing as you wiped tears from your eyes. you reached up towards him, wanting rafe to pick you up.
“pup’. i tell you about ten times everyday not to fucking run around here. the floor is goddam porcelain, you’re guaranteed to fall if you run baby. i tell you everytime but you dont listen.” he scolded you while patting your back.
you wrapped your legs around his waist as he coddled you, rubbing your hair as you whined in pain.
“i can’t help it… i just like to run..” you murmur softly.
“well then i guess we’ll just have to get that shit fixed.”
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