rafe putting an airtag on reader
THE AIRTAG ꒰୨୧꒱₊˚⊹
warnings: stalker!rafe x unsuspecting!reader, mentions of drug dealing, stalking, not proof read wc: 0.5k (part 2?) ♡
rafe watched his phone screen as the dot labeled ‘my baby’ moved through the maps.
he zoomed in, imagining what you were doing right now. shopping, he assumed.
he stared at his phone for a few more seconds before turning it face down, staring at the wall.
was he being controlling? probably.
would he admit that? not in a million years.
see, the thing was, you barely even knew rafe. yet.
you had seen him around town, always noticing how his gaze seemed to linger specifically on you.
not your friends, not the scenery, always you.
you had only talked to him once or twice, and you didn’t really have an opinion on him. he seemed like the typical troubled rich kid, except quieter in a way. more harsh.
most of what you heard about him came from your friends, who loved gossip more than anything.
“did you hear cameron got arrested again—”
“i heard he was caught selling coke with that pogue guy—”
“i heard his father kicked him out—”
you tried to ignore the gossip, you really did. you didn’t like to believe what others said about people, knowing how cruel and misinformed it could be.
but whenever rafes name was brought up, you couldn’t lie: your curiosity was piqued.
maybe it was the way he always looked at you like he was trying to remember your face, or the way he called you ‘baby’ during your first actual conversation, but rafe definitely ran through your mind more than he should’ve.
deep down you knew he wasn’t good for you, which is why you never went out of your way to pursue him.
rafe, however, didn’t give a shit if he was “good for you”.
he was more concerned if others were good for you. that nobody tried anything. that you were safe.
at least, that’s what he told himself in moments like these. moments where he realized his obsession with you wasn’t just some random thing anymore, it was his entire life.
so, naturally, he had snuck an air tag on you.
how? he doesn’t even know himself.
you were so sweet, so naive, so trusting. you had believed him when he had said you “had something in your hair”, which is how he subtly dropped an airtag in your cluttered bag.
he was worried you might notice it, but when he was still receiving your location after a week, he knew you hadn’t. and you wouldn’t.
in his mind, this solidified what he’s known since the second he saw you: you were unmistakeably, entirely, his.
nobody else’s.
only his.
rafes.
and you would catch on one day, sooner or later.
whether you liked it or not.
a/n: my first work for stalker!rafe ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡, i’m not sure if that’s what u meant but that’s how i viewed this scenario so i hope that’s okay anon🥹. this is def super super short bc i felt like this could be a great opener for a small series if you guys wanted .. just lmk ;). anyways as always feel free to send any requests!
