sofia edit by me ♡

i love soft sofia edits 😖😖🥹

Fic concept:

When everything at her house got too loud, too scary, too much, she’d bike down the grassy dirt roads to the trailer park, letting the cold sluice of wind wash away her tears.

She’d feel unsafe as she pedalled— starred at by the uncanny men sitting outside. Their shadowy faces contorted in the night air, stretched out and freakish. Their leering heckles, like animals baying, snagged at her as she slipped past the rusted white vans. Her only consolation was her destination, her legs straining harder against her pedals.

And even when she reaches his trailer, they’d be there. But as her eyes meet his from across the dusty porch, lit up by the wan glow of string lights and stars, she feels protected, his gaze dripping over her like molasses— sweet and warm.

The bitter echoes of her house…

the fragmentary yells, the slammed doors, her raggedy cries…

fade from her consciousness, as if it was always transitory, vanishing like the mist that rolled inland from the ocean.

Her mind clears and all she can focus on is him.

“You always have a place at mine, yeah? Don’t let that shit get you. You have me, okay?”

When his warm hand slides across the small of her back, she feels like she’s come home.

…

THE EDIT?? the fic concept?? literally NEED this!!!! Barry x Sofia is such an underrated ship that I absolutely love.

⚡︎ grey areas

{summary: newly broken up, kiara goes looking for an easy rebound. that’s how she ends up running into sofia who’s going through her own problems. the two are quick to fight but even quicker to make up…}

{a/n: this was born from the whole rafia vs riara debate because why are we fighting over a man? he’s not good for either of these two! let’s get that straight! anywhooo hope you like it! had a lot of fun getting into kie’s head and viewing rafe and sofia‘a relationship from an outsider perspective!}

{warnings: nsfw, drug use, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex, infidelity}

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Kiara needed to get some.

Her and JJ had broken up after a fleeting year of sex, blunts and awkward pillow talk. It was a welcomed relief to both of them— he could go back to his frequent string of late night hookups…

And she could go back to this.

Parties thick with the air of expensive alcohol and suffuse with strobe lights and bass notes. Lingering in between the sweetness and sweat, was the possibility of her own conquest. One that didn’t smell like damp clothes and that undeniable boyish musk.

Soft, pillowy thighs. Perfumed hair. The taste of salt and honey…

It was meant to be her, Sarah and Cleo, a much needed girls night amidst a sea of testosterone fuelled hang outs. But they had ditched her—something about feeling too tried. Traitors. She knew they just wanted to get back home to their boyfriends.

So Kiara wandered the party alone, feeling like she was back in high school, meandering through the Figure 8 ragers looking for a pretty girl to befriend (or to kiss, but what was the difference?)

you don’t know how much I LOVE this. like please stop wanting these two girls to fight over a man and let the gays win 😒

Author’s note: I fear Rafe is going to get a happy ending in the show lol. But this is how I imagined it would be if it takes a more somber ending… this hurt to write. I can’t look at it anymore, so it’s yours now! Muah!

Theme: angst

En mi vida fuiste turista

Tú solo viste lo mejor de mí

Y no lo que yo sufría

Te fuiste sin saber el porqué

The wind sweeps Sofia’s hair to and fro, she places a hand on her forehead, shielding her eyes from the sun. She can gauche he isn’t home, none of the lights are on.—The house looks daunting now, a monster with a wooden body. She could have sworn it snarled at her.

Despite how often she used to spend in its confines. It no longer feels warm and welcoming.

She let out a puff of air, walking up the steps tentatively. Afraid, she squares her shoulders back, trying to muster up any sort of courage she could find.

Her stomach knots up anyway.

She tapped the tiny round box she’d put the ring in, shaking out her sweaty hands. Smoothing them onto her skirt.

“You got this.” She whispers to herself, she was just going to leave it on the steps. The note tucked inside of the tiny round box. She opened it, taking one last quick peek.

The beautiful diamond ring glimmered in the sunlight, her throat feels tight, as if something lodged its way there. Her eyes stinging with tears. She hated this, she hated how even in the end. She chosen the cowardly path of not facing him.

But she couldn’t.

Staring into his beautiful sculpted face, would only twist the knife more. She had to do this for herself, if she was going to finally choose herself.

“Sofia?” A broken sound cuts through her, like a machete swiping through the air, meeting its target. She can’t turn, her blood runs cold. Her body freezing up. Dread making its home in her chest.

“Sofia?” His voice breaks into the air again. “I know you can hear me. You’re on my steps.”

She clenched her eyes closed, fuck, she let out a shaky breath, it’s her heart that’s lodged in her throat. Making it hard to breathe. She turns, her eyes meeting his. Her breath catches, the sunlight casting a halo against him, everything else fading into the background. It was so unfair how beautiful he was. How little he saw it.

Her hands shook, she can do this. She can do this.

Her lips smack together as she finally opens her mouth to speak.

“Uh, I just came to drop something off. That’s all. I promise, I’m not here to bother you. Or beg for you back. Or to try to fix you.”

The words tangle in the air, becoming something she could no longer hold. Couldn’t take back.

“Oh.”

He looks down at the ground, eyes roaming over it before hastily meeting hers again.

“You don’t have—”

She cuts him off, “It’s better this way.”

He strides over, pulling away from his statue like stance. Almost like he’s trying to eat up any distance there is between them.

“Please just come inside. We can talk.”

“Rafe-”

“Please.”

His last plea, the gates she assumed she’d close; opens. She nods, not speaking as she lets him open the door and lets her enter.

El porqué de mis herida'

Y no te tocaba a ti curarla'

Viniste a pasarla bien

Y la pasamos bien

He isn’t sure if he needs to see her in his house one last time. But he lets her come in. He wants her too.

A part of him resentful that he did. But being close to her, his stomach flutters with butterflies. His body betraying him, or accepting a fate he knows won’t end well.

She shyly stands by the door, as if she’s a stranger in his house. As if she’s never set foot in it before. As if she didn’t know it like the back of her hand. It makes his heart sink. Her hand is grasping an object tightly. He looks at it but she moves it out of sight before he can see what it is. It disappears.

A gnawing dread fills his bones, from head to toe.

“We should talk about this.” His voice doesn’t feel like his own. It feels like it’s coming from another place, far away from him.

She looks down at the ground, staring at her shoes. She looks worlds away, he tries to fight the feeling of knowing he’s beating a dead horse. But he waits.

When she doesn’t say anything, he lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Sofia. Come on, you owe me this much.”

Hurt coats his voice and he wants to wash it clean. Tired of always feeling betrayed by those close to him. He stares at her, willing her to give him just this.

“I’m sorry, that I wasn’t who-” she turns to look out the glass window, tears filming in her eyes.

The gnawing dread turns harder in his stomach. He wills it to go away.

All they need to do is talk.

“I’m not the girl you put on a pedestal. I’m not the girl who can clean your wounds.” She shakes her head, stares at the ground again. “I know too much now. Too much has happened between us.”

His heart clenches. His hands balling into fists, trying to make his pain into anger. But it’s futile, he unfurls them. Too tired to be angry. She’s being vulnerable and he owes her that much. Despite all the pain she caused. The betrayal.

Dime si vistes la pena

De mi corazón roto

Que lleva así, lleva así mucho tiempo

Ya lleva así, lleva así muchos año'

Escondiéndome los sentimiento'

His eyes begin to sting, tears beginning to pour from his eyes, like broken faucets. Unable to be controlled, he wipes at his eyes.

She looks up when he hears him sniffle, her mouth parts in surprise. Her eyes soften with sorrow.

“Please, don’t do this. I can change. I can-"

She shakes her head, tears slipping down her own face now.

“Oh Rafe. We were delusional to think we could work.” She says, tilting her head to the side. “We were living in a fantasy world.” She chokes out, her hand pressing against her mouth. He hates how she croaks it out. A truth she’d knew all along and let him play in a world where he could find love.

She’s being too honest.

Dread fills him up like a disease, infesting his body, hosting itself inside of him.

“No, no, no.” He shakes his head, he can’t meet her eyes now. He can’t. Can’t look at her, can’t face this. He won’t.

“No.” He continues to shake his head, if that alone can shake the words she’s saying. He’s never been a good listener.

“Rafe.”

She grabs his face, forcing him to look at her. His eyes meets hers and he wills her to see he still wants this. Wants her, will do anything, be anyone she wants. If she’d just stay and be with him.

Her hands shake as she holds him, he shakes his head, he can’t let her do this.

“Sofia-”

A list of things begins to pop in his head. Things that work between them. That makes this work. But it’s like building a sand castle, trying to have a sturdy foundation.

She smiles sadly at him, caressing his cheeks.

It falls apart.

“We were good for a while. No? We had that much.”

A sob escapes his lips, she continues to smile at him somberly. How bitter it was to love someone you knew you weren’t good for.

“I-I don’t want it to end this way.” He croaks, his eyes fixing on her. Now not being able to tear his eyes away. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t let her go.

“I know. I know.” She whispers, she presses a searing kiss to his cheek. Her eyes closed, tears slipping down her face like raindrops. She holds it for a while before she pulls away.

His cheek feels wet and he wishes that would be enough. That the love they shared could undo everything. Reverse time, fix them.

“No. No.” He sobs.

She lets go of his face, he lets out a desperate whine. His head shakes again, he’s stuck in time. He can’t let go. He attempts to grab for her hands but she pulls back.

She yanks something out of her back pocket, at first he’s confused. His brows furrowing, his lip curling up into a scowl.

When she presents the box, he isn’t sure what to make of it. Until she opens it. A note tucked in the folds of the top. The ring gleaming in the soft light of his living room.

“Stop. No. Please, stop.” He sounds like a broken record, he tries to reason with her. Tries but she drifts away again. Gentle like a butterfly.

She bites her lip, grabbing his hand into hers, facing it palm up.

“Sof, come on, let’s talk about this.” He says desperately, he hears his own voice break and he winces.

She closes the box, placing it into his hand, closing his fingers around it for him. His hand is slack at first. But she presses harder and he grips it into his own hand.

“Sofia-”

She smiles up at him warmly, she stares into his eyes and they stay like that. Staring at each other, unable to break whatever spell they’d been put under.

She breaks her eyes away, it falls to pieces like little diamonds. Sand running out of fingers. Too delicate to catch.

“Goodbye Rafe.”

She wanders towards the door, she opens it carefully. Pain shoots through him when he remembers how careless she used to be about it. The last moments you have with someone always brings up the smallest of details, makes everything feel melancholic.

He doesn’t say anything this time, he just watches as she leaves. Disappearing behind the door and back into the real world. Where their love couldn’t survive.

He looks down at the ring, opens it hastily, tears the note from the box.

He opens it.

His hope shatters like glass.

Sofia hair is pushed by the wind, pushing it away forward. As if it’s urging her to leave before she turns back around, going back into his arms.

She trudges forward, rushing down the stairs before she can regret what she’s done. She can’t stop time, can’t undo what she’s done.

This way, they can remember fond memories, despite everything she knows now about him. Despite the things she was finally told.

Despite what she’d done to knock the dominoes over.

She turns, looks up at the house.

There’s no monster. This time it’s how she’d seen it when it was once briefly hers. Theirs.

A bittersweet smile etches on her face. She turns back around, heading towards her car.

En mi vida fuiste turista

Tú solo viste lo mejor de mí

Y no lo que yo sufría

Te fuiste sin saber el porqué

PETAL WHAT IS THIS????? I’m literally heartbroken 💔💔💔 go into the writers room asap because I need this to actually be their ending no matter how sad it is 😞

Author’s note: This one is for @natemc, I hope you like it. Or sorry it’s not what you wanted. Based on the song by Mitski, ‘Crack Baby’ also the dramas are similar to dreams I get sometimes… so… do with that what you will. I never claimed to be normal. Also one scene is based on the Frida Kahlo painting “the two Frida’s,” this one will make sense later.

Divider: @ianrkives

Rafe was an unusual person, though Sofia wouldn’t say that out loud. Wouldn’t say it to his face. Not for fear of his reaction. But she could tell how delicate he was, despite how hard he tried to seem so tough.

He leans in, his head resting on her stomach. He doesn’t look up at her, just nuzzles his head against her.

“You’re all I want, Sofia.”

Her breath hitches…

The memory fades, leaving Sofia in her bedroom; alone. She stares at the spot he’d usually occupy, her heart twists uncomfortably, wishing she could turn back time. Stop herself from making a reckless decision. Stop things from going south.

She yearns for him, the way he would lay his head on her stomach. Her chest, her thighs, her shoulders, as if she was his personal resting place.

Peaceful.

At home.

She lays her head on her pillow, pretends it’s his body. Her eyes close, tears slipping down her cheeks. The pain growing in size. She lets it lull her, her heart aching.

Rafe tosses and turns in his bed, he’d come back from Lisbon, still something gnaws in the deep confines of his mind.

Her.

He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes closed. But his house echos, he’s alone, he hates it.

He sits up in bed, rubbing his head, as if it’ll help get rid of her. She’s everywhere, even if she’s gone. She’s slept on this bed. She’s cooked in his kitchen. Slept on his couch.

He perches himself on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, tears slipping down his face, ones he can’t control.

He was so foolish to think someone like her, could ever really love him. Could ever give herself fully to him without a hidden agenda.

That’s how everyone “loved” him.

They all always needed something from him. And when that was done. He was left with nothing but feeling like he was being used.

He missed the illusion he believed in. The one where it seemed like she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

He pounds his fist into his bed, over and over like a sequence he can’t escape from. This anger, he knows it well. Knows where its lead him before.

As much as he wants to be pissed off at her. He can’t be. He loves her too much.

He yearns for before. Before everything fell apart. Before she showed her true colors.

He laughs at the hypocrisy, it’s not like he’d ever been honest with her either. He played in her face just as much as she did him. She didn’t know about his past, the things he’s done.

It’s almost like the fates cruel punishment against him. He didn’t even believe in that shit and still, it’s like someone was pulling the strings. He should have listened to Barry’s warning.

He notices a piece of fabric tucked under his dresser, his brows furrow. He strides over, kneels down to pick it up from his floor.

His heart slams violently in his chest.

It’s her shirt.

He crushes it against his chest, he lets out a strangled moan when he realizes it still smells like her.

He brings it close to his face, sniffing it, feeling like a pathetic loser, trying to find any remnants of her.

She dreams of him.

She can hear the water in her ears as it bubbles, she’s sinking to the bottom. Her hands moving forward and back to find a way to break the surface.

But the harder she tries, the more she sinks. A pair of hands reaches out for her. She startles until she swishes in the water, she’s face to face with him.

Her heart breaks, he’s beautiful as ever, his pale blue eyes staring into her, imbedding. A fallen angel reaching for a savior. Sofia reaches out, his eyes grow cold, but she holds his face nevertheless. Cupping his cheeks, his hands don’t move towards her.

“Sofia.” He mouths, bubbles escaping his lips. She can hear the rush of water, and she’s brought back to the surface.

She wakes with a start.

On the other side of the island, Rafe dreams of her.

Her heart is on full display, it beats uncontrollably, and he can’t look away. His rips away from his chest, trying to join with hers. He watches as they become joint together. Their hearts beating at the same time. In the same rhythm.

He watches as her heart tears away from his, the pain shoots through him, he feels it in his bones. Through his nerves.

Her heart wanes like the moon, disappearing from his sight.

He’s plunged back to reality, he jerks out of his dream. He reaches out, searching for her next to him on his bed. When he comes up empty, he remembers.

It’s a bitter realization, he feels his heart slam against his chest, he grips his sheets roughly. He turns, staring into the space where she would have normally been.

literally in LOVE with this!!!!! I can’t write but Petal can!! also them having dreams of each other.. I can’t take it 😓

out of time | s5 au | rafe & sofia

"Where is he?" Her question is drowned out by the calamity of crowds swarming and buzzing through the narrow halls of Barry's home.

The dim light disrupts her determined attempt to follow along at his heel. As they weave deeper and deeper into his hive, she's hit with the sharp clashing sensations of flashing lights, pulsing beats, pungent sweat and sweet syrupy cocktails.

Her head swirls and teeters on the edge of dizziness, and her elegant fingers clench into tight fists at her sides.

Hazy floppy-haired boys stagger and collide with her shoulder, blondes in short skirts cackle loudly as they breeze past, someone's solo cup sloshes and spills onto her delicate, clean, floral dress.

this was so good 😣 wouldn’t be opposed to this being the actual ending of season 5

s2!Rafe x s2!Sofia

And maybe,

If I stopped blaming the world for my faults

I could evolve

When the hell did Sofia become friends with those Pogues?

He glares as he takes a sip of his beer, watching as she goes up to Sarah and Cleo. A big smile plastered on her face. They grin back at her just as brightly.

He grimaces, what the actual fuck?

He watches as his sister wraps Sofia close into a hug. He lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head. Of fucking course, shit just has to hit the fan. He grips his beer bottle tighter, his knuckles turning white.

She turns and their eyes meet.

She doesn’t even acknowledge it. Just turns back and continues to talking to them.

Traitor.

He rolls his eyes, scratching his brow. Pretending he didn’t see what he saw.

Maybe the pressure just made me too soft

’Cause all I seem to do is get in my way

Then blame you, it’s just a cycle, rinse, recycle

Sofia sits on one of the logs near the bonfire; at the Chateau. For once, she doesn’t feel like an outsider looking in. She feels like she actually belongs.

She sits next to Kiara and JJ, he cracks a joke and for once, she belly laughs, holding onto Kiara as they laugh together.

No fake smiles.

No fake laughter.

No one pretending, no one hides her.

She feels her stomach twist, remembering his face. She wasn’t being 100% honest, it wasn’t like those laughs and smiles were fake around him.

Just the people he hung around. She never felt… seen. He’d always had at arms length.

“You’re something else.” Kiara says to JJ, affection oozing in her voice.

She realizes how much she misses him. His stupid smile. His stupid blue eyes. His stupid pump lips.

She grabs the blunt from John B, shoving it to her mouth and taking a drag.

“Rafe, what the hell are you doing here?” Sarah voice wafts from the other side of the house. Her voice taut.

“I’m here to see someone.” His voice crackles.

He pushes past her and moves towards the others near the bonfire.

His eyes zero in on Sofia, sees the blunt tucked between her two fingers. His eyes narrowing before turning abruptly to Sarah.

“Funny, how everyone says I was corrupting her. But look at you, fucking giving her a blunt!” His voice stentorian and Sarah rolls her eyes.

“She can do whatever she wants.” She says angrily.

Baby, it's crybaby, oh, crybaby

It's not my fault (it's not my fault)

Fuck Murphy's law (it's Murphy's law)

It ain't gone 'til it's gone, oh

Rafe looks over at Sofia.

“Is that right?”

His face scrunches up, waiting for her to speak.

She takes another hit as a response. He strides over with large steps, yanking her from the log.

“Hi!” Kiara yells, getting up.

“Come on, we’re leaving.”

He grabs the blunt from her fingers and tosses it to the ground.

“Hi! I paid a lot for that!” JJ is up now too.

“Who gives a fuck.” Rafe says, agitated. He yanks Sofia forward.

“Let go, Rafe!” She finally finds her voice, but he rolls her eyes, dragging her towards his car.

“Let go!”

He turns to her.

“You really want to be with,”— He shoves his hand forward, gesturing at the Pogues—“them?”

“Yes!”

His face morphs, a flash of hurt crossing his features before it disappears like it was never there.

“Go, be with them then.” You stomps towards the driver side of his car. “See if I care.”

He drives off, his car leaving as if escaping a crime scene. It almost feels like it is.

I know you told stories about me

Most of them awful, all of them true

Here's some for you

“Told you, he’s bad news.” Kiara says, tugging her gently back to the others.

Sofia lets her.

He can feel the hot tears flowing down his face. He feels like a coward; weak. But can’t help as they fall.

Fuck them.

He was going to get her back somehow. He will.

I know you told stories about me

Most of them awful, all of them true

Here's some for you

Petal making bangers after bangers + the way Sofia hit the blunt as a response 😭😭 she ate that

Season 1-2! Rafe x Season 1-2! Sofia

Author’s note: girl idk either. This is so shit. Not my best.

Whisper to me, baby

I’m too far gone to care

I wish I could have said what I meant when it was right there

Rafe wasn’t good at lying to himself as he believed. She was just someone he was seeing to get the edge off. That’s what he promised himself. But every time, they’d finish practically devouring each other, he held her close to his body. Leaving feather like soft kisses on her body. And he knew… he was fucking whipped.

He swung to harshly against the golf ball, puffing out an angry breath as he watched it go the opposite way he’d meant to hit.

“You’re ass today, man!” Topper teases, taking his own golf cub into his hands. Rafe’s jaw ticks, he takes a deep breath in, trying to reign in his anger.

“Oh don’t be so pissy. Not your day, princess.” Kelce jokes, Rafe doesn’t even bother to throw him a glare.

Both boys continue to laugh, and all Rafe can seem to think about, is her hands on him. Her lips against his, the way her body fit against his. The way he fit inside of her, perfect.

“Dude, you good? You seem,”—Topper gesticulates with his hands—“Away.”

“M’fine Top.” He says gruffly, he swings his golf cub at nothing. His mind elsewhere, floating where he can meet her, when she’s not near by.

Flashes of her face pops up in his memory, her smile.

Sofia

Sofia

Sofia

“Your turn.”

Now I'm laying in bed with you

And you're fallin' asleep

How can you look so peaceful

When you know I'm gonna leave?

His body covers hers as he kisses her, his hands on the back of her neck, holding her gently. She kisses him back softly, her hands clutching him close.

She laughs into his mouth, a smile breaking loose on his face.

He pulls back, staring at her.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“You’ve been clingy all day.”

He laughs, rubbing his face against her collar bone. He can’t look at her when she’s says it. Can’t bear her seeing how he stares at her.

“Yeah, right.” He says instead, finally daring to look at her. Her eyes are looking up at the ceiling instead. A far away look in her eyes.

“And what if I am? Huh? You going to kick me out?”

His hand brushes her hair off of her face, he lets it rest there. Enjoying how big his palm is compared to her face. She pushes it away, his heart clenches in his chest.

She sits up suddenly, moving to face the other side of the bed. “I’m going to sleep.”

“Sof—”

“Night, Rafe.”

She shuts off the lamp light, darkness cloaking around them, another party in their relationship. Almost like it’s on separate entity, separating them. Reminding them of their roles on this damned island.

“Sof-”

But Sofia doesn’t turn.

Hold me until someone gives me a sign

Maybe I would be okay

If I let this go on forever

Send it into space and watch the planets turn

He hadn’t meant to scare her. He’d just meant to talk. He knew she’d left her wallet in his yacht. Cause he’d purposefully left it there for her. When she came, she seemed distant. Cold. Wouldn’t get close to him.

He knew. Those fucking Pogues.

Rafe’s hand reaches out for Sofia, invading her space, trying to grab her, trying to give reason.

“Listen to me, Sofia. You can’t—fuck, you can’t trust them.”

She moves backward, he hates how unusually similar this feels to when he and Sarah—

He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to push that memory away. Did they tell her about that too? A moment of weakness for him. God, he can only imagine how bad this all looks to Sofia.

“Sofia, please.”

“Don’t touch me!”

He winces at her terrified expression, her eyes wide with fear. The way she steps away from him, almost afraid she’ll get hurt if she let him get closer.

No, no, no

“Don’t, don’t, do this to me. Please, please, I-I can’t bear it.”

Sofia backs away, almost at the edge of the yachts tip.

“Get away!”

He moves; nearly running into her, she loses her balance, her feet trying to plant on the yachts tip. He tries to catch her by the wrist. But it futile. They both are thrown overboard.

The water sucks them in, taking them like a sinking boat. Trying to swallow them whole, Rafe reaches for Sofia, trying to get to her. But she pushes up and breaks to the surface. Pushing away from him. He swims up, breaking out from under the water.

“Sofia!” He panics, “Sofia!”

She’s attempting to swim away, he kicks his legs, pushing his arms out to go after her.

“Sofia! Please!”

She laps towards the docks, her hand grasping the pillar that held it.

“No, Sofia!”

“Leave-leave me alone!” She yells, her voice cracking. She lifts her body up, grasping the docks edge.

He swims faster, trying to get to her. His hands wrap around the pillar, hauling himself up.

“Sofia.”

His hand wraps around her ankle, pulling her to him. She turns to glare at him.

He stares at her desperately, as if it’s enough to make her stay. She yanks her ankle free and leaves.

His heart drops in his chest. Watching the love of his life leave him.

i need more season 1-2 rafia based fics 😣

erase me | s5 au | rafe & sofia | 18+

collection: canon rafe/sofia fics

literally love rafia no matter the tags 😇

Author’s note: just because we Rafia’s can point out that Rafe and Sofia relationship isn’t the healthiest, doesn’t mean we can’t ship the ship. Nor does it mean we can’t write in that lens or consume media through that lens. Anyway, I’m going to write rafia a lot differently than I did on my other blog. During the beginning of writing for them, I played it through the lens of how the Pates viewed them. I disregarded a lot of stuff because I was trying to stay true to canon. And you know what fuck that. I’m writing it through my lens. — as always not edited and came straight from my dome to your screens.

Updated author’s note: you guys can still use Fiona as Sofia. Personally, just don’t want any association with that. Sorry…

Uh, you love the way I pop my top or how I lose my cool/ or how I look at you

An anger was festering in Sofia, one she never allowed herself to feel. One she smothered down, playing with fire with pinch fingers, like she did when she was a kid. Her mother never scolded her for it. Told her, it was good to learn it burned to touch it.

“Aprende, si duele.”

Most would have assumed her mom was a sadist, but it was just the tough Mexican in her mother. Years in Mexico, having to hold a tough exterior in the treacherous country side of Mexico.

Anger was easy to deal with when you treated it like it was a play thing. One you can shove at the back of your closet, one she didn’t have to look at. Touch.

But it festered like a wound, bubbling.

Rafe’s word dragged through her like mud. Dirtying her up, making it stick to her skin like a sin.

“Sof?” Rafe says, leaning against her, eyebrows screwing together. “You good?”

Her hands were fisted around tight, as she held her Aperol spritz. She blinks rapidly, her eyes zeroing in on him. Her eyes clocking the way his mouth turns downward.

“Good. I’m good.”

Rafe’s fingers skim against her thigh, “Yeah?” His eyes suddenly intensely staring at her face, trying to see past a mask. If there was one. Was there?

“All good.” She takes tentative sips of her drink, his eyes narrowing.

“Something the matter?” His fingers almost digging against her thigh.

“Promise. All good.” She pecks his lips, trying to distract him.

Like clockwork, it works.

Love the way I pump my fist up or how I bust my hip/ for your affection, tryna be down

His body hovers over hers as his fingers glide down her body. A sugary sweet smile on his face, eyes fixated on her. His eyes shift and she sees him transforms.

“Tell me— tell me you love me.” His voice is hoarse, broken.

“W-what?”

His eyes stare at her desperately.

“Tell me you love me, Sof. That you want me. Only me.”

Suddenly, his hands spread her legs a part, splaying her for his viewing. His fingers latching onto her thighs, staring at her, begging.

Her heart catches around her throat, her eyes can’t seem tear away from him.

“Please, I need—” He whines, his eyes hungry now.

“I love you, Rafe.”

He groans. Then buries his head between her thighs. He devours her, and she bends for him. Seeking his affections.

Normal girl, oh/ I wish I was a normal girl/ how do I be, how do I be your baby

She lays against his lawn chair, sitting close to the pool. Her bikini clad body, sweating from the North Carolina heat. Rafe pads down the stairs towards her, Sofia pretends she can’t hear him. Nor see him.

His finger brushes against her hair, “Hey baby.”

She looks up at him, her eyes staring into his baby blues.

“Hi.” She can hear it, how far away she sounds. His mouth twitches, but he doesn’t make any another indication that he can hear it too. It’s gone too fast, as if she imagined it.

He sits down, taking up space as he man spreads on the lawn chair.

“You know I love you, right? That’ll, I’ll do anything and everything for you? Yeah?”

His words take her by surprise, she looks over at him, a smile that doesn’t reach her ears slotted on her face. Mechanical.

He turns to her and she changes it to something that looks more real. He smiles back at her, his eyes squinting, his smile reaching his ears.

“Yeah.” She says softly.

The type of girl you wanna take right home to your mama/ the kind of girl, I know your fellas/ they’d be proud of

His words still stings, he’s the scorpion striking true, she’s his prey. Caught in his stinker, his bitterness seeping into her like poison. Immobilizing her, turning her into liquid as he consumes her whole.

“Just because we’re hooking up, doesn’t mean she’s my girlfriend, okay.”

“I’m not living with a Pogue, I have standards.”

He sucks her clean into his mouth, devouring her like he did when he ate her out. Maybe that’s what he wants, to consume her whole, until there’s nothing left of her.

Nothing left of who she is.

She doesn’t even remember who that is anymore. Who was she before she consumed herself of Rafe. Maybe she was as much as predator as she was prey.

Or maybe she fooled herself, thinking she had any control at all.

Her fingers dig into lime in her palms of her hand. The juice springing free, slipping down her fingers to the elbow of her arm. She stands in his kitchen, and pretends it’s home.

Before that you figured out that I was just a normal girl

Normal girl, what do you say now?/Quit on the world 'cause it ain't goin' your way now/Quit on yourself 'cause you can't figure your way out

Normal girl

How do you be?

literally in IN LOVE with this version of rafia. Am I wrong for not wanting them to be sweet all the time 😣

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joint custody | post-s3 | rafe x sofia x topper

part 1 of 2 (because he'll have to make this up to her somehow)

It was a vicious cycle. The more time he spent with Sarah, the more shit Topper gave him, and the more shit Topper gave him, the more he wanted the asshole to get out of his face.

So he drifted. He stopped going to The Boneyard. He stopped hosting parties. He got quiet and sober and...lame. Hanging with the Pogues instead of pre-gaming with his friends.

"Pogue this Pogue that. Does he know my fucking Dad died?!"