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summary: topper makes you cry involuntarily and rafe isn't happy about it. not one bit.
pairing: grumpy!rafe x sunshine!reader
warning: none
"stay here and don't move." rafe tells you and you follow the motion of his finger with your eyes, letting a giggle escape your lips.
rafe doubted that in your drunken state you understood what he said but he had to talk to someone. and he didn't want to get you involved in his mess.
he gave topper a pointed look. it was an unspoken rule between the two that when rafe wasn't around, topper had to make sure you were safe.
"why don't you sit down?" topper patted the sofa of the slightly dimmed room, prompting you to sit down.
you shook your head. rafe told you to not move from where you were standing. good girls listened to what they're told. and rafe says you're his good girl.
"can't." you manage to mutter. eyes watering at the idea of disobeying your boyfriend.
"what's the matter?" topper asked you, worried when he saw your sad face "are you hurt?"
he got up from his seat to check if you had any bruises. rafe would definitely kill him if he found out you got hurt.
you shook your head once again, wiping away a stray tear.
when topper touched your arm to get you to sit down, you pulled away and started to sniff louder.
you only had a tiny bit of alcohol that kelce sneaked you when rafe wasn't watching and yet you were so gone.
you just couldn't bear the idea of disappointing rafe.
when topper saw more tears coming out of your eyes, he panicked, sweating cold.
what was he supposed to do? usually you were so bubbly. yes, you tended to cry for silly things but rafe always knew what to say to make you feel better.
topper was never good at consoling people.
"oh shit, don't cry. rafe will be so pissed." the moment he let out these words, he regretted opening his mouth.
"he's mad at me?" you managed to whisper between your broken sobs. oh no, rafe is mad at me. i've been a bad girl.
a deep and familiar voice pulled you out of your train of thoughts.
"what the fuck is going on, topper?" rafe placed a hand on your waist and pulled you closer.
he wiped away your tears with his calloused hands and turned his attention to you "are you okay, bub?"
"don't be mad at me, please." your voice broke, choking on your own tears.
"hey," rafe said more firmly "i'm not mad at you, baby. look at me, now."
you glanced up and met his worried eyes.
"but topper said." you started and it was then that you noticed him trying to walk away.
from the menacing stare he received from rafe, he knew that he wouldn't get away with it easily.
last time he made you cry by accident rafe made him eat dirt. what would it be this time? grass?
"listen, i didn't mean to make her cry. it was a misunderstanding. right?" he averted his gaze from rafe to you.
you nodded your head even though you didn't really comprehend the situation.
rafe was about to say something else when you pulled his hand to have his full attention.
"i didn't move, rafey. stayed here like you told you." you gave him the sweetest smile, eyes still a little bit teary "am i a good girl?"
rafe pulled you closer, placing a kiss on your forehead before whispering "you're always my best girl, sweetheart."
"and don't try to walk away, im not done with you." yes, topper was utterly doomed.
