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 😣