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posessive!rafe leaving bimbo!reader alone all day because he had errands to run so she hangs out with topper and later tells rafe all of the fun things they did together not knowing that after, he's decided she's never being left alone ever again and she'll come with him everywhere.

her hands clap together with excitement now, and she spins in her seat on the couch, glee twinkling in her eyes. "oh! and then we went swimming! his mom had a few extra bathing suits that she let me borrow, and there was one - oh rafe it was so cute!" she gasps. "she said it was when from she was younger, but it was this tiny little thing, and it was pink!"

he's hiding his scowl behind the guise of his palm, nodding along. "yeah, yeah, you love pink."

she nods, squirming with exaltation in her spot. "yeah! and.. and it was a little small, but that's okay, because we weren't swimming for long.. because then he took me on a ride with his jet.. jet.. what's it called?"

"jet ski?" he nearly grumbles, sitting back further in his seat beside you. "thought i told you those things were dangerous, baby. don't want you just getting on with anyone."

she nods. "i held on tight, don't worry. just like you showed me."

rafe nearly coughs, then, sitting up straighter. "yeah.. baby, how do you feel about going on my errands with me from now on? you'll get to wear all those pretty dresses i bought you, huh? i think that's a good idea."

Just iimagine Topper breaking the news to the pogues that youve been effing rafe this whole time during his rant before the pogues get on the plane

you're nestled into the spot on the plane's stairs right next to pope, knee bouncing anxiously against the metal step while sarah and john b speak with an angry topper who's sporting a nasty bruise that rings his right eye. your ears have been stuffed with metaphorical content, their shared, angry diction muffled as it passes through your ear drums. that is, until you hear your name spoken.

topper's pointing an angry finger in your direction, the digit wavering in his trembling rage, lips curled into a snarl. "oh and you," he scoffs. "you wanna talk about lies? how about you tell them, huh? since we're all sharing our fucking secrets?"

your heart thuds in your chest before it plummets into the pit of your belly, disintegrating in the churning stomach bile that seems to lick up your abdomen and set your entire body aflame. "me? i.. i don't know what you're talking about."

you swallow the growing lump in the pit of your throat while pope shifts next to you to properly get a good look at you, brows knitting with confusion. "you're not going to tell them?" topper seethes, looking past the two figures in front of him to find your diverting gaze. "i will then."

your lips part, heart wailing in your ears. "topper-"

"this little princess," he points once more. "this little princess is fucking your brother, sarah." when sarah stumbles over her words, baffled, topper continues. "yup, she's been in rafe's pants so much that she might as well be part of the cameron family."

pope immediately rises, and you follow suit, scrambling up from the steps and onto the hot tarmac. "is that true?" sarah whispers, a horrible mess of defeat and betrayal sopping from her words like thick magma. "are you.. with my brother?"

you wrestle with your hands, cheeks a furnace while perspiration begins to dot at your hairline. "listen.. i uh.. i have a really good explanation for this. just hear me out."