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[glossyhex]

rafe cameron x shy!pogue!reader | protective rafe but like... softer | kinda cringe but just a lil 🤏🏽

❦ Bittersweet ⭑ req open

you weren’t even sure why you came.

it was topper’s party, which already meant chaos, beer spills, and too many kooks acting like they owned the island. rafe had told you it’d just be a “chill thing,” and you’d believed him.

he'd kissed your forehead and said, "they're not gonna mess with you, baby. not when you’re with me."

but now he was outside. fighting with some guy over god knows what. and you were in here, alone, sitting on a couch that smelled like old cologne and arrogance.

you were keeping to yourself, like always. head down, drink untouched, wishing you were back at the chateau or literally anywhere else. you could feel their eyes before you heard the words.

“isn’t she from the cut?” “yeah. pogue, 100%. figures.” “kinda weird rafe’s slumming it. he must be bored.” “does she even talk? she’s like… a mute.”

you didn’t move. didn’t look up. but your throat tightened, and you blinked hard.

they didn’t know you. but it didn’t matter. in rooms like this, names and silence said enough.

then the front door slammed.

hard.

you heard boots across the floor. voices stopped.

and then his voice low, and sharp,

“say it again.”

no one answered. of course they didn’t.

“nah, go on. you had a lot to say about my girl, right?”

you looked up slowly. rafe was standing there, eyes wild, chest rising and falling like he’d run a mile. his jaw was clenched so tight it looked painful.

“what, she’s quiet so she’s weak? she’s from the cut so that makes her less?” he snapped, stepping forward. “you think i give a f*ck about your opinions?”

someone laughed nervously. bad move.

rafe turned on them. “you’re fake. all of you. you talk sht about the only person who actually gives a damn about me. she’s the only real thing in this whole fcking room.”

you swore the whole house held its breath.

he turned to you then. softer... still on edge, but different now.

“come here.”

and you did. like muscle memory.

his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight against him. “you okay?” he asked, voice low against your ear.

you nodded, even though your eyes stung. he felt it, kissed your cheek anyway.

then back to the room. louder:

“y’all talk about loyalty but don’t know what the fuck it looks like. keep my girl’s name out your mouth. next time, i won’t be this nice.”

and then you were gone. hand in his. out the door. out of that world.

he didn’t even say anything once you were in the car — just stared at the wheel for a second before whispering, “i should’ve stayed with you.”

and then, after a beat, “you wanna go for a drive? just you and me?”

you nodded.

and he smiled, the kind of smile no one else got. just you.

needed to get this soft!rafe out my system 🧸

reqs open if ur feeling shy!reader vibes

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ITS TOO MUCH PEDRO PASCAL CONTENT, 2025

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