i have a request for a scene based on these seemingly cut out scenes in episode 4 for part 1
https://x.com/rafeslut/status/1848180750941552843
maybe how it would've turned out if it had not been cut out and how it led to that contemplation scene and eventually influenced his decisions in episode 5 in goat island, idk if that makes sense
𓆉 ❀ 🫧 the right thing
{a/n: thank you for the request, sorry it took me so long to get to it, but I hope you enjoy it and I hope it’s what you expected of the deleted scenes!}
{summary: what happened between rafe and sofia after the showdown in s4 episode 4 on the beach, and a little context to the deleted scene pictures we got from them!}
𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼
It was downright cruel the way they were all treating Kiara and her friends, Sofia thought, face etched in concern as Ruthie plowed straight through the group all waving their hands at her to stop– to no avail despite their persevering efforts. Ruthie was like that, in the months Sofia got to know her– relentless.
Sofia glanced over at Rafe, who had a small smirk on his face, as if he was trying to hide his glee, but failed, even letting out a little laugh. Her discomfort grew, squirming as she listened to the defensive outcry coming from the other side of the beach.
She inhaled deeply, wrapping her arms around herself. At least it was over now.
But then Sofia heard the low rumble of the engine revving yet again, her frown returning.
The jeep sped up, sending sand flying in its wake, as Ruthie and Topper once gain hurtled past the pogues, who all dove for cover, before Ruthie tipped out her drink over Kiara.
Sofia’s heart sunk for the girl, as she lay on the ground, crestfallen with her hair dripping wet. The way Sofia’s supposed kook friends treated all the pogues made her wonder if they’d do the same thing to her, if it wasn’t for Rafe. The thought made her nauseous, imagining being humiliated the way Kiara was right now and like she was a couple days ago, when she’d overheard Rafe, Topper and Ruthie ridicule her behind her back.
Sofia looked over to Rafe, she didn’t know why, (perhaps for backup, perhaps for comfort), but he remained indifferent, gazing at the scene across the sand with a cool stoicism, lazily sipping at his beer. She shook her head in disdain, finding his behaviour repulsive. She didn’t care about Ruthie, Topper and the others– she cared about Rafe, still, even after he slandered their relationship to his friends.
Sofia spotted Kiara stride over to them, her face twisted in anger.
“Here she comes guys, on a warpath– get ready.” Topper teased with a deriding tone. Sofia observed from a safe distance, mouth still pursed in reproach.
“Look what you did– is this ok?” She yelled, holding out her hands. Sofia peered over to see a baby turtle, crushed in her palms, granules of sand stuck to its lifeless body. Ruthie glanced away, her mouth twisting in an unreadable emotion.
“No look at it! There was a turtle hatch you idiots– you drove right over it!”
Sofia had to avert her gaze, a sickness settling in the pit of her stomach. She hated being on the wrong side of this– being one of the people Kiara was yelling at.
“I understand you’re upset Kiara-“ Topper began.
“I’m more than upset Topper.”
“Alright but it was only one and I mean look,” Ruthie pointed out, tone casually cruel, “there’s so many more of them. A hatch is what? A hundred turtles? Most of them don’t make it anyway.”
“I think it’s like one in a thousand.” Topper added
Kiara shook her head in disbelief. “So?”
“So I think you should go throw that to the seagulls– cycle of life right?” Ruthie plastered on a scornful smirk, her eyes squinted as she stared down Kiara. Sofia could feel the tension fizzle between them.
“Cycle of life? Getting flattened by a truck?” Kiara jumped up suddenly, shoving Ruthie square in the chest.
Sofia bristled in shock, her arms falling away from around her waist as she stepped back from the commotion. Looking around for Rafe, she found him topping up his empty beer bottle, just disregarding the spat completely. She couldn’t help but scoff in annoyance at his as insouciance whilst Topper pulled back Ruthie and JJ reined in Kiara.
“Your move Kie, what are you gonna do?” Ruthie goaded.
Topper held out his hands placatingly, “I would just walk away ok? We’re not doing this.”
“There’s something seriously wrong with you people.” Kiara avowed, Sofia glancing down at her feet at her words, a sinking shame tricking its way down her insides, before Kiara spun around back to her friends.
“Yeah that’s right, go back to your side Kie!” Ruthie called out, right before Kiara shoved their speaker to the ground.
“You come near her or any of us ever again, and I’ll come back and kill every single one of you.” JJ warned, before joining Kiara as they walked away.
Sofia hated this. Hated all of it. Her frown was stark on her face as she ignored the chitters of laughs and fragments of conversation around her, from people she barely knew.
She huffed a deep breath, before stepping back to look for Rafe– someone familiar, someone comfortable.
“I mean did you see that?” Ruthie commented as she walked past Rafe, Sofia hovering a couple feet away from him. She was waiting for him to say something…anything. He could’ve put a stop to this– Topper would’ve listened to him. But no, all he did was watch in silence, drinking like he always did.
“I saw it. All good shit, Ruthie.” He chuckled. Sofia crossed her arms around herself yet again. All good? It wasn’t all good, and she wished that her boyfriend had done something. These were his friends, not hers.
Sofia waited for him to come her way, her hands resting on her hips, face a picture of dismay. He locked eyes with her, and she hoped he’d apologise, criticise what had just occurred. say anything, but all he did was look at her with embarrassment, as if he forgot she was there.
“Not cool Rafe.” She scorned, as he walked past her to take a seat in one of the beach chairs, inciting Sofia’s rage to burn hot and fast.
“They deserved it,” he muttered.
“I wanna leave.” She instructed, her lips twisting in ire when he had to audacity to glance back at her with shock.
“Now!” She spun around, not waiting for him to follow, ready to gather all her things and head home, her mind swirling with shame, rage and disgust.
“What do you mean you wanna leave? We just got here!” He called out from behind her, as she frantically stuffed the sun screen and lotion into her beach bag.
“You serious right now Rafe? You feel good about what just happened?”
Some of the people surrounding them cast glances their way, beginning to whisper and quietly snicker behind shrouding hands.
“Ooo Rafe’s in trouble,” one person chided.
“Why’s she so pressed for?” Another pestered.
“Because she’s a pogue herself– didn’t you know?”
Sofia didn’t care though, but she could tell Rafe did.
“Look just chill ok? I thought you wanted to sunbathe?”
“Yeah well I don’t anymore– I want to go home.” Sofia pulled her tube top over her bikini as Rafe warily eyed everyone around them.
“Baby, just stop a minute yeah?” He tried a more consoling tone, which only cause Sofia to get even more angry.
She stepped through her white skirt, slipping on her sandals, and hoisted her beach bag over one shoulder, before wrapping her arms across her chest.
“I’m going.” She said with a stern face, turning on her heel ready to leave the beach.
Rafe ran a hand through his cropped hair, cursing under his breath before following Sofia down the sandy trail where his car was parked.
“Why are you so mad for?” Rafe wandered after her, easily keeping up with Sofia’s irascible stride with his long legs.
“The fact you have to ask me that is making more angry.”
“Oh come on, it was Ruthie and Topper, what was I supposed to do?”
Sofia stopped in her tracks, swivelling around to face him. They were far away from everyone else at the beach, protected by the thicket of trees encircling them.
“You could’ve said something– anything, but instead you just stood there and watched.”
“Yeah well I didn’t see you speak up either.” He muttered with an eye roll.
She scoffed, piercing him with her unwavering stare, “because in case you’ve forgotten Rafe, I’m a pogue too. You heard they way they were speaking about them– how do you think they’d react if another pogue told them to shut up huh?”
Sofia’s words were thinly veiled from her own insecurities, her hurt and rage at his previous comments resurfacing like flotsam that thrashed in the waters of her heart.
“I’m not living with a pogue…I have standards…”
“You’re not…” he trailed off, for once thinking before her spoke. “it’s different.” He didn’t elaborate how it was different though.
“Whatever Rafe, I saw you laugh and smile as if it was just some big joke– it wasn’t funny, it was straight up bullying.”
Rafe let out a short laugh, “bullying?” He scoffed, “that’s nothing compared to what they all did, they deserve whatever bad shit comes their way Sofia.”
“Yeah well I want no part in it.”
She left him, heading to his car, getting in the passengers seat with a sigh. She hated fighting with him. They both could be so different sometimes, and when they didn’t see eye to eye, it was never a good thing. She was stubborn like her father and Rafe was so…rageful– never towards her though, but when he felt strongly about something, she could feel it radiating off his body in scalding waves.
A moment passed before he got into the drivers seat. She could see him pace the leaf-strewn path, his ring clad fingers running though his buzz cut and he breathed in and out. She rolled her eyes at his dramatics.
The car door shut behind him with a loud bang, Sofia unable to see his face since she’d twisted away from him.
“Are you going to be mad at me for the rest of the day now?” He asked, tone sharp, as he tried to make eye contact with her.
Sofia just shrugged non-committaly, gazing out of the window.
“I did nothing wrong Sofia.” He tried to reason.
“You didn’t do the right thing either.”
Rafe didn’t respond to that.
She felt his hand hover over her knee, “look Sof, I don’t want to fight with you ok? Especially over something as stupid as this, yeah?”
She turned round to face him, her mouth still folded in a frown, “I want to go.”
He retracted his hand from her leg with a deep sigh, “fine– stay mad.”
𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼
Rafe had tried everything to get her to speak to him normally again. When they reached the house she’d left straight away to have a shower, locking the door– she never usually locked the door.
And when she got out, she got dressed and went and made her own dinner as the sun began to set, the sky doused in the orange glow of the Outer Banks.
Rafe entered the kitchen, hoping to try and make amends yet again.
“Hey baby, what you making?” He murmured gently, sliding his hands around her waist from behind. His fingers brushed away the strands of her freshly shampooed hair, the decadent smell of strawberries filling his nose as he inched his head down to press soft kisses against her neck.
She quickly shrugged him off.
“I’m not in the mood Rafe.”
Stepping back, he tried to hide his dejected expression, leaving her to cook alone in the kitchen, disappearing in the study to let her have the house to herself for a bit. Maybe then she’d cool down.
It was getting late– they’d usually go to sleep around this time. So Rafe got up, shutting his laptop and left to go to their bedroom.
He heard Sofia brush her teeth in the en suite so he went and sat down on the mattress, waiting for her to come to bed.
After a while, she did, entering the room an impassive expression on her face. He tried to smile at her, but she didn’t look his way, instead walking up to the bed and grabbing a blanket, turning back around again.
“Wait, where are you going?” He asked getting up from off the bed, his brows stitched on confusion.
She remained calm, face as still as a lake. “I’m sleeping on the couch,” she said plainly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Sofia… you can’t still be mad at me?”
“I’m not mad…I just need some space.”
“I won’t get too close then.”
Sofia shook her head, “night Rafe,” she said softly, before heading out of the room, blanket trailing behind her, leaving him to curse exasperatedly under his breath– leave it to the Pogues to find a way to mess with his relationship too.
𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼ 𓇼 ☼ ꩜ 𓆉︎ ☼
After an hour or so fruitlessly grasping at sleep, Rafe paced the bedroom, biting at his thumb.
“You didn’t do the right thing either.”
Sofia’s words spun around his brain, making him think about all the shit he’d done. The memory of seeing Sarah today had lingered with him surprisingly, their silent gaze across the windswept beach reminding him of the terse look they shared a year and half ago on the tarmac, where he unknowingly sent his father to his death.
“Look it’s Sarah, do you think she’d want to talk?”
Sofia had asked him as she sat beside him earlier on the warm sand, with that sweet, gentle voice of hers. She always seemed to nudge him to do the right thing– the moral thing. And he always seemed to do the opposite. Rafe realised he couldn’t stand to disappoint her.
Quietly exiting the bedroom, he pattered down the stairs, heading to the living room. There she was, nestled into the sofa, the blanket fallen on to the floor. Rafe smiled to himself seeing her look so pretty and serene, noiselessly approaching and draping the blanket over her exposed legs.
He then meandered over to the gaping window, the cerulean night sky silhouetted by the swarthy trees and faint shape of boats lining the dock.
His eyes snagged on to the picture frames he’d packed from Tannyhill, the final memory of the family he once had. In all honesty, he was going to put them in the trash, or at least let them gather dust in some storage unit miles away; Sofia had been the one to convince him to keep them when she was helping him move out of Tannyhill all those many months ago.
“They’re your family Rafe, you can’t just throw them away like that, come on I’ll help you pack them up.”
It hurt to see that picture of him when he was in his early teens, making Sarah what? Ten? Eleven? Because all he could think about was how she looked when he held her under the water– the terror in her eyes, the tremble of her body. She’d turned into a little girl in that moment, so frail and scared..
“It’s Sarah…it’s your sister…please stop.”
She’d begged, clutching at him, clawing at him. The recollection made him nauseous.
His father used to always say “Family is the most important thing” and here he was alone and unmoored, his two baby sisters no longer with him. His heart ached with a sudden and deep grief, as if he’d just realised the extent of what he’d lost.
But he wasn’t completely alone…he still had Sofia. He sometimes thought of her like light– she had this effervescent, incandescent quality to her. The way her eyes would light up like liquid gold, how her hair glinted bronze in the sun, her smile exuding lustre. She’d make him feel lighter too. Rafe mulled over her words again.
She had a point– he didn’t do the right thing. And he was going to fix that by amending his relationship with Sarah, getting Wheezie back from Rose’s clutches, and finally start a family of his own– with the woman he loved. Sofia wouldn’t lead him astray.
Rafe walked over to her slumbering body, crouching down as quiet as he could be, taking a seat next to her. She stirred slightly, but stayed fast asleep, almost subconsciously nearing him in her dream state. The thought brought a small smile to his face.
His thinking drifted back to the morning, when they were getting ready for the beach. She was telling him how maybe Hollis’ deal was legit, about how the patrons of the club were all gunning for it.
Rafe knew how to show her he listened, show her he valued her– he’d take Sofia’s advice seriously. And with Goat Island soon to be his, Rafe could start that new life and finally start that family, all with Sofia by his side.
Oh for sure rafe and kie are going to be more like revenge besties.
Kies loml is jj and she's OUT FOR BLOOD. I'm kinda happy that now she'll actually get her own story arch....
Rafes also not letting go of groff....he's kinda the reason why he and sof broke up....and as he says..."Literal psycho..."
Yk what I'm worried abt now....that they may kill rafe at the end as redemption. I can't even think of it but I don't trust the writers NOT AFTER what happened last day
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Yesss I agree, kie getting her own arc is needed, she’s just been tagging along in everyone else’s stories so far!! And I do hope they make rafe and kiara’s connection more profound than romance (but I lowkey want them to have no connection at all tbh😭)
I honestly thought they’d kill rafe off this season yk?? I was soooo surprised it was jj!!
Best ending for me would be him and Sofia getting married and leaving obx, Sarah and wheezie come visit him on holidays and maybe Barry too😭
sofia still matters a lot to rafe and i don’t necessarily think the rekindling of his relationship with sarah will be a catalyst to forgive sofia bc their separate things but his heavy trust in her and previous prominent presence will be missed, i think for him it’ll get to the point where along with the elephant in the room with the murder (and his promise wtv it was to tell shoupe where his past actions catches up to reality) plus he ended up forgiving ward so he’ll be in a place to forgive her, it’ll take time but she still has a place in his heart i mean he wanted to marry her ffs, that level of commitment (despite his tendency to emotionally latch onto individuals due to his loneliness) is a big step for him, she’s probably a lot of firsts for him and sofia’s reaction to the murder i think could still be an obstacle but not as much as people think tbh bc she’s quite perceptive about his character, like she knows who he is around topper and ruthie is just a facade. and after this they live happily ever after😁
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I love this sm!! Yes I agree, I think Rafe will assess Sofia differently than how he judges Sarah, because Sarah is family and he has Ward’s influence still in his head. With Sofia, he truly only was with her because he loved her, so their reconciliation will come from a different place.
I have no idea how it will play out though, but I agree, I think Sofia does have incredible empathy and true love for Rafe. I wonder how she reacted to his cruel words? Did she maybe think his reaction was warranted (as we saw her carry a lot of guilt in the proposal scene)? Or did she think his callous comments were unnecessary and will refute any attempt at rekindling if Rafe tried to fix things?
Hey, I’m doing thin anonymously because I’m quite ashamed of my own thoughts, but in the beginning I was quite bitter Rafe got (very beautiful and lovely!!) girl but now I’ve forced myself into shock therapy and binge every poste about this ship and I have to thank you for helping for getting out of this toxic almost fictophillic (?) relationship. Now I’m actually quite happy to see them together, so yeah. Quite stupid I know but thanks for the ice cold bucket full of Sofia and Rafe content that helps me to overcome this stupid, irrational (‘I hate her because I ain’t her but I won’t admit it’) thoughts.
So I’ve got a small question, could you maybe write something about Rafe being completely scolded by Sofia when he talks shit about pouge or whatever?
Love!! ❤️
⟡♡ pogue princess ──୨ৎ──
{a/n: hi lovely! i’m so glad you’re now a rafesofia truther!! welcome!! <3 honestly it’s the best thing you can be with all the screen time and scenes they got in s4!! i’m glad you like my work! and don’t be ashamed, i don’t care, people have different opinions and that’s ok! i hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!}
{summary: rafe and sofia go to a party where rafe crashes out and sofia is not impressed and makes her concerns known}
Sofia entered the party, her arm wrapped around Rafe’s, eyeing the rowdy crowds of kooks all drunk or on their way to it. She instinctively tightened her arm around her boyfriend.
The sun was settling as Kelce’s house party started to set in motion, the heavy bass thumping and the drinks continually flowing.
Sofia quickly scanned what the other girls were wearing, making sure she didn’t stick out. Her slip dress held on by flimsy straps was something she’d worn before– she hoped no one would notice.
It was funny to her how she cared more about what Rafe’s friends thought of her than what Rafe thought. She supposed it was because whenever it was just her and Rafe, those insecurities never used to bite. It was always when she’d hang out with Topper, Kelce and Ruthie the anxiety began to eat at her.
Spotting Topper in the crowd, she gave him a small smile, before Rafe dropped her arm and went to embrace his friend.
“Hey Top!” He laughed, smile wide and words loud. Sofia always felt so small next to him– both in size and importance. With Rafe’s arm no longer there to hold, she felt unmoored, drifting in a sea of unfamiliar faces. But of course she did recognise a few: the people she’d serve at the bar. And she knew they recognised her too. It always stung when she’d see the gears slowly turn in their head, glancing from her to Rafe. They were always so… confused– what was a pogue doing with Rafe Cameron?
The party was the same as all the parties before it. Rafe, Topper and Kelce being loud and obnoxious, Sofia sticking with Rafe when he was away from them, and when he’d leave her, she’d stick with Ruthie, who’d always ask weird and invasive questions: So how are you and Rafe? He giving you any trouble? You’re always together, do you not get tired of each other? You guys moved in yet?
Sofia would give short, vague answers, never calling her out on her shit, because she knew how ruthless Ruthie could be– she’d never want to be on her bad side.
So that’s what she was doing, sipping at her drink whilst listening to Ruthie bitch about some other girl, (after she’d interrogated Sofia about her love life of course), when she heard a loud commotion come from the kitchen.
Sofia watched Ruthie’s eyes gloss over with glee, darting in the direction of the clamour. Sofia tagged along, leaving her drink on the mantle piece, only to see her boyfriend yell like a crazy person at someone she didn’t recognise with Topper behind him, trying to rein him back like he was a feral animal.
“This is our Homebase!” Rafe yelled, his voice making Sofia’s body squirm. “Get the fuck off our property, think you can just freeload like the good for nothing pogues you are?”
The group of guys rushed out the party, a crate of beer slotted under their arm, which they presumably stole, leaving Rafe enraged. Whenever he got like this he looked like he enjoyed it, his eyes glistening with a manic sheen, his lips contorted in a sneering smile. It disturbed Sofia.
Ruthie skipped over to Topper, swinging her long arms around his neck, whilst Rafe continued to let off steam.
“Coming from the Cut and stealing our shit? That we earned. It’s not right, they need to be taught a lesson.” He yelled, drinking straight from the vodka bottle.
Sofia’s stomach pooled with shame. She sometimes wondered if Rafe thought of her like that– like a freeloading, good for nothing pogue.
Rafe spotted her sidelining the uproar, his face breaking out in a smile as he approached her.
“Baby! There you are!” He greeted, voice still suspended in a yell. He draped a heavy arm around her, dragging her into his body heat. “How you finding the party?”
She looked up at him, as he swung back another swig of alcohol.
“I want to go home.” She said, looking up at him with wide eyes.
His brow furrowed, nose twitching in confusion, “but we just got here?”
“I don’t care– I’m leaving.” She untangled herself from his grip, weaving her way through the throng of people, grateful to finally exit and inhale the sharp, cold night air.
She waited for Rafe outside, knowing he’d follow, wrapping her arms to shield herself from the wind.
And like clockwork, he slipped out the house a moment later, running around to face her. “Sofia? What’s wrong huh?”
She was angry and she knew he could tell, from the way his demeanour shifted from the cocky, slick, drink swinging guy from inside to the now twitchy and confused Rafe who was scared of pushing her too far.
“You yelling to everyone about how much you despise pogues while I’m standing right there? You know how stupid that makes me look?” She said, tone harsh.
Rafe glanced around, checking if anyone overheard, “let’s go home yeah?” He suggested, leading her to his car, his hands on her shoulder.
Sofia wanted to scream at him, let all his kook friends see him get shouted at by a pogue instead, but deep down inside she didn’t want to embarrass him, wanting to live up to the impossibly pristine expectation of being Rafe Cameron’s girlfriend.
So she let him open the car door for her, helping her get in, slipping into the drivers seat a moment later.
“I don’t understand why you’re upset,” Rafe said, turning to face her once the car door was shut.
Her eyebrows furrowed, “when you insult pogues you’re insulting me. You’re calling me a good for nothing free loader, you’re calling me a thief, you’re calling my family scum. Don’t you understand that?”
Rafe’s confusion only proliferated, his nose turning up, his lips screwing in disbelief, “baby they stole our beer– I was shouting at them, not at you or your family.”
“Yeah they did, but not because they’re pogues Rafe, there’s some kooks who are just as bad.”
“I know that, I wasn’t being serious Sofia.”
“Yeah well sometimes it feels like it is serious.”
“You can’t be for real right now– I treat you so well and you think imma disrespect you?”
“It’s not about that, it’s about you disrespecting my people. This, them–” she said gesturing to the house and its occupants, “it’s not mine, it’s yours.”
Rafe let out a sigh, eyes scanning Sofia’s “what’s mine is yours, you know that right?”
“Rafe, just stop with all the pogue talk ok? I don’t like it,” she said, tone dismal and exasperated.
“Ok ok it’s done. Anything for my girl, ain’t that right?” He said with a smirk, swooping his face down to hers. It was hard for Sofia to remain angry at him, not when he smiled at her like that. She rolled her eyes, lips curving into a grin.
“What d’you say, you wanna head back to the party? Or shall we go home?”
“What do you wanna do”
“I say we should go home and I’ll make sure you’re not a free loading pogue.” His tone was playful as he brushed the hair off her neck, his breath hot against her pulse point.
“Oh yeah? How are you gonna do that?” Sofia murmured in his ear.
“You’re gonna pay me back of course. Gonna teach you a lesson for stealing my heart.”
Sofia erupted into laughter. “That was terrible Rafe.”
Rafe also began to chuckle, eyes crinkling at the sides. She could tell he was relieved their little spat was over. Despite always being involved in many fights with others, Rafe seemed to hate whenever they’d fight with one another. “yeah well you’re blushing so it wasn’t that bad.”
Sofia pressed a kiss on his cheek, “come on, let’s go.”
“So demanding, quite the pogue princess aren’t you?”
“Pogue princess? Really? That’s even worse.”
Rafe cocked his head with a smirk, “whatever you say, princess.”
JUST FELL TO MY KNEES they are the cutest everrrr!!! The way he was just in a motorbike collision and went flying and he can still pick his girl up?? Like I can totally see Sofia being like “are you sure you’re ok? Let me help you walk” and Rafe just scooping her up being like “see I’m fine” all flirtatious😫😫😫
(obx better release the deleted scenes or imma cry)
JUST FELL TO MY KNEES they are the cutest everrrr!!! The way he was just in a motorbike collision and went flying and he can still pick his girl up?? Like I can totally see Sofia being like “are you sure you’re ok? Let me help you walk” and Rafe just scooping her up being like “see I’m fine” all flirtatious😫😫😫
(obx better release the deleted scenes or imma cry)
I have a request based of the scene where Rafe talks shit about her ''i have standards''. Maybe in this scenario, Rafe spots her walking away crying and he runs after her, ahh angst <3
˖⋆࿐໋ standards ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆
{summary: an alternate turn of events in season 4 episode 3}
{a/n: hope you like it, thank you for the request!}
“Wait has she moved in yet?” Ruthie smirked, eyeing Rafe over the lip of her glass as she took a sip.
Sofia thought about her things scattered across Rafe’s house: her clothes in the drawers, the flowers she’d buy sitting in the vases, her toothbrush next to his in the bathroom. She hadn’t moved in but she may as well have.
“I’m not living with a pogue.” Sofia blinked in confusion at his callous words. She couldn’t see Rafe’s face, but she saw Ruthie and Topper’s faces perfectly. They were gleeful. That’s what she was to them– a joke. The poor, pogue bartender Rafe dragged around everywhere. And of course she followed blindly. Like a good dog. Sofia’s stomach frothed and roiled with nausea, her heart splintering in her rib cage. Heartbreak was one thing, mortification was another…her face burned with both.
“I hope not.” Ruthie chimed.
“I have standards.” Rafe muttered. Sofia’s eyes roamed Rafe’s back, the sinewy muscle imprinting on the material. The skin she’d kissed, the skin she’d grip. And now he was turning away from her. Shunning her. Twisting a knife in her heart. The rest of their words faded away like mist in the wind, leaving only the weight of emotion on Sofia’s shoulders. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, in some self-soothing hug, as she sped back to her car, her breathing shallow and painful.
Standards. Of course Rafe Cameron had standards. And of course a girl like her didn’t meet them.
“Sofia!” She heard a voice call out behind her, barely perceptible over the sound of blood rushing through her head.
“Sofia!” This time she noticed, turning around to see no other than Rafe approach her, a smile on his lips, as if those same lips didn’t just spew all that shit about her moments earlier.
“Hey I thought you were with your family today?” He asked, nearing her outside the country club gates.
Sofia spun back around with a scoff, heading to her car, not wanting to see his face for an another second, scared she’d burst into tears in front of him.
He bridged the gap between them almost instantly, his long legs striding towards her just as she reached her car door. By this point the tears in her eyes had spilled onto her cheeks, her vision blurring into a watery film.
Rafe’s hand rested on her shoulder, as he turned her body gently to face his.
“Hey– hey hey– Sofia, what’s wrong?” He said on seeing her crying, his voice soft like gossamer. It perturbed her how quickly he could flit from cold to caring, her anger veining into confusion at the paradox of a man in front of her.
“Get off of me,” she pushed him off her, trying to sound intimidating but instead the words came out in a blubbering mess.
“Hey? What happened huh?” Rafe’s face screwed in confusion. His words came off as desperate. Pleading. Sincere… his hands hovering over her skin, still in the same place she pushed them off from. He could be so damn sweet sometimes. Maybe this was why his words pierced hard– because she never expected it from him.
“You Rafe. You happened.” She hissed, spinning around to get in her car.
But Rafe moved quicker, his big arms slamming the door shut, caging her small frame between them.
“What are you saying?–“ he began.
“I heard what you said. With Topper and Ruthie.”
She watched as his pupils widened, his jaw tightening.
“What– when…?”
Sofia rolled her eyes. “Just cause we hook up doesn’t mean I’m your girlfriend right?” She mocked, throwing his words back at him.
“Sofia–“ his face sunk, blue eyes getting even bluer.
“18 months Rafe. Nearly two years and that’s what I am to you? A hook up?”
“No,” he said, the word practically jumping out his mouth, “no of course not. Look you weren’t meant to hear that–“
“So that makes it ok then? For you to degrade me like that in front of your friends?”
“No, look I just was– I didn’t mean–“ he was stuttering, his hands reaching out to her, but never connecting the space.
“I was there for you Rafe. Did you just forget that?” She thought about holding him, teary eyed on his yacht, consoling him for the death of his father. She thought about the nights where he’d pepper her with kisses, his touch bordering on worship. She thought about his laugh, his smile, his sweet nothings. All that gone, as if it was always ephemeral.
“No. I know you were there, and I appreciate it, more than you think– ok?”
“But I’m just a pogue right?” She derided, a sarcastic, pained leer twisted on her lips.
Rafe’s face contorted in an emotion she couldn’t place, his azure irises brewing with something darker. He looked…devastated.
But she continued her barrage, words sharp, tongue fast. “And you have standards of course.”
Lips twitched, eyebrows knitted in a hurt expression, Rafe’s face bled into a heady emotion, a strange mix of regret and anger.
“Sofia…” be began warily, voice like husk. Rafe instinctively lowered his hands, trying to find purchase on the skin of her shoulders but she slipped out of his grip like smoke from fire.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t meet them for you Rafe.”
And with that she got into the drivers seat, slamming the car door shut, trying hard not to spare another glance at him.
Careeing out the parking lot with the screech of her tyres behind her, Sofia couldn’t help but chance a look in the rear view mirror. Rafe stood in the distance watching as she drove away, his hands balled into fists at his sides.
Sofia’s heart spasmed with a resounding pain, her throat itching with unshed sobs. She quickly glued her eyes on the road, her fingers gripping the steering wheel as she drove further away from the country club back to her home on The Cut…driving further away from the kook she’d fallen in love with. The kook who’d just shattered everything they had built together.
I WATCHED ALL THE EPISODES!!! here are my thoughts on Rafe’s characterisation!! ok spoilers ahead:
I don’t agree with everyone saying rafe is out of character. Firstly, he’s always been insecure. He’s always needed someone to reassure him and be his yes man: (topper, Ward, Barry even Wheezie). So it’d make sense he’d do the same thing with Sofia– asking her for advice, making sure he’s doing the right thing etc etc.
Secondly everyone saying that him not being psycho is out of character doesn’t make any sense. When he was “psycho” he was off his head with coke. In season 3 we see him clean and instead he’s turned to alcohol. So it’d make sense for him to be this drunk, playboy persona and desperately try to cling to the “man of the house” vibe he established in s3.
Thirdly, everyone saying it’s cringe or not correct for him to act soft with Sofia…we don’t know how he acts with a girl. Sure we have fanfic interpretations, but those are often exaggerated and unrealistic. Rafe lowkey seems pathetic and clearly unstable after the death of his dad. He’s seeking comfort in Sofia, that much is obvious, and I’d say that’s pretty spot on for him– especially with how he’s not committing to the relationship (saying she’s just a friend, just a hookup) whilst simultaneously telling her he wants to start a life with her. This back and forth sway from two opposites is very in character of him. Like how he went from trying to kill his sister to feeling guilty, to trying to kill his dad but then saving him. He’s unstable. That doesn’t mean he’s solely angry and violent. It also means he needs an outlet to be vulnerable (and seeing his softer side is such a nice thing guys come on!!)
And finally, everyone saying Sofia is just a cookie cutter “y/n” stereotype is not giving her enough credit. We see her wildly different life, with a big family and her little home on the cut, directly contrasting the massive, devoid of family house that belongs to Rafe. That storyline has sm potential!! Like imagine rafe meeting her family and realising what a family should look like!!! She also clearly doesn’t vibe with his friends and the kooks, and she clearly likes him. The way they’re always touching each other, always near each other, this weirdly codependent relationship has sm layers to explore!! And rafe clearly cares about her, letting her tell him what to do, her little disappointed looks that make him overthink! Everytime they’re on screen, the vibe is undeniable!!
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