Petal

Author’s note: decided to take a mini break from the sincerely series to make this. Inspired by the new song from Tyler’s newest album “don’t tap the glass”.. also this is not proofread, so this is straight from the dome

You gotta know/ I’ll take care of you, you, you, you

Call him selfish for all he cared. Sofia was his. And that was a fact to him. Not an opinion. Not something that’ll eventually go away, she was his and that was true.

Laying in bed with her, was something he always looked forward too. Not even because of the sex. That became an afterthought, just being in the same space as her was all he needed. To feel replenished; to feel alive. He would do anything for her, make the world hers if he had too. These thoughts should have scared him… but he couldn’t help but not be. For once she was the one who made sense to him.

Her giggle broke the silence between them, “why do you keep staring at me like that?”

“Why not?” He grinned, his face pressed against hers. The only way he liked to be when he was around her. So close, no boundaries. Fuck those actually.

“Creep.” She jokes, he lets out a belly laugh, his lips pressing onto hers lips gently. As if she’s a delicate porcelain.

“Oh yeah?”

Something about Sofia was the only thing that ever made sense. He felt the need to protect her from everything and everyone. Even from those around him, who would never understand.

Fucking with no hoes, ain’t never been no lame/‘nough is enough boy/ ruck and get stuffed boy/ luck is a must boy

“Just because we hook up, doesn’t mean she’s my girlfriend, alright.” He felt the words slip out of his lips. Felt the way they moved from the back of his throat to the front. The way it didn’t feel right, they felt so wrong to say. Because it wasn’t true, in his drunken haze, he did the first thing he always did.

Tried to protect her.

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

He was protecting her, protecting her from them and their opinions. He couldn’t help the pit of guilt settling into his stomach. It made him so sick but he just— he didn’t want anyone in his business. Their business.

He was taking care of her. No one had to know about that because she was his. No one else’s. He could handle this. Handle it like he did everything else. Even if he did it imperfectly. He was the one who held her heart in his hands and he wasn’t going to let anyone take his place. Sofia was his. And he was hers, wholeheartedly. As long as she knew that, no one else’s opinions mattered.

He would do anything for her. Even if he had to lie in the faces of his friends about how he truly felt about her. He didn’t need anymore reason for people to be on his back. He loved her and she knew that. That’s all that mattered to him. That’s all that mattered.

All your love, my heart and soul/ I ride until my body cold/I don't know why things are gone (Hey)/I'll take care of you

“What’s on your mind?” Her hand brushes into his hair, his eyes closed briefly before opening again. He kisses her knuckles, his eyes not leaving hers. Almost as if she’ll disappear if he did. His arm snakes around her middle until their bodies are pressed together.

“What’s on yours?” He can’t help but feel the bubbling of anxiety. Something is different and he doesn’t know what it is. He doesn’t know if the shoe will drop, if there will be one. But his stomach churns. He can’t help but remember what she said at goat island; or more like what she didn’t say. As if she had something on her mind.

He had made sure to reassure her. But a part of him doesn’t think it’s the fact that he suggested they have a future together. It had always felt inevitable. She had always acted like his wife to him. She was his life partner and he knew it.

Or did he?

“M-mine?”

“Yeah, yours. Who else.” He laughed, trying to ease whatever tension there was between them.

“I asked first.” She teased, her head throwing back to almost hide in his shoulder.

“You did, didn’t you? Just admiring your beauty.” He stares down at her lips then back into her hazel eyes. His hand moving towards her bum, pulling her even closer to him. “I could be like this forever.”

“Same here.” Her lips pressed into his, their mouths moving against each other. His hand going to the back of her head.

Something’s wrong. Something wrong.

Wait a minute, I'm goin' through some shit/I can tell it's not beginning to work/Stay, hey/I'll take care of you, oh

He would do everything for her. Walk thousands of miles if she asked. If it meant it always lead back to her. He would do anything to protect her, take care of her.

His hand reached into his pocket, pulling out the ring that used to be his mother’s. The way it gleamed against the light. Just as Sofias eyes gleamed as he stared at her. He was going to make her his forever. He knew that was what he was meant to do.

He didn’t believe in a higher power. But maybe in this small moment, he did.

I'll take care of you

Thoughts at the end: the song songs so dreamy to me. Especially towards the beginning. That’s what it feels like when I write for Rafe especially how he feels towards Sofia. It’s like he’s in this dream like state and all he sees is her. And then his bubble is popped when he remembers how it must look from the outside looking in. He has a reputation to uphold and he already looks bad because his dad is seen as the one who killed Peterkin. He can’t have more things to make the Kooks think he’s not one of them.

Rafe x Sofia fanfic

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