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CRAWLING BACK TO YOU - SOPHIA LAFORTEZA

wordcount: 6k~

tags: angst, reader is down baddd, Sophia is conflicted, pt. 2 in the works I promise, kissing here and there, yearning, reader needs to stand up, implied sex, there will be a happy ending in pt. 2 (mayhaps!), they live in the US for the plot

Sophia was always meant for the glamour, the lights. You had always said you agreed. But then she started running, and you don't think you can catch up.

a/n: ignore the fact that i was gone for a month things happened 😭✋

You and Sophia had been friends since you first learned what the word meant.

You and Sophia had been best friends since you first learned what the word meant.

The two of you were inseparable. In a small town like yours, where there’s not much to do and no one to see, it was certain that the bond between you two could only blossom.

You met Sophia when you were six years old and still couldn’t properly control your motor skills. You had accidentally slapped her in the face during break time in class and even with all her crying you couldn't help but laugh.

No surprise that she slapped you right back and both of you were sent home for the day with lectures from your parents.

Fortunately, the original violence the both of you showed to each other never escalated, and you eventually found solace being around Sophia.

The two of you were eight years old when she first said she wanted to perform on stage.

It was one of those assignments in school—the ones where teachers ask the question of “what do you want to be when you grow up?” to children that can barely fathom a number past 100. You were stuck staring at the paper in front of you, pencil tapping against the edge of your desk in annoyance as you couldn’t think of what to write down. Sophia was beside you, scribbling down more than what was needed for the question. Frustrated at the question’s simpleness and Sophia’s excessive writing, you glanced her way and immediately simmered down at the stars that shone in her eyes. And as she shoved her crumpled paper in your view, you could only see two words.

“A star!”

Written in bolded letters, outlined and underlined, five different colors for each letter. The exclamation mark was a mix of all of them, the colours swirling together so much they made your own head spin. She was so sure, so confident at such a young age and you couldn’t help but be jealous. Not because she already knew what she wanted to be, but because she spared no thought at leaving you for a world that only she could participate in. You weren’t meant for the spotlight.

But you only laughed at her because what else could you do? You snatched the paper from her, adding drawings in the corners of the page, signing your scratched up name underneath them like she was your fan. Like your signature was something she would seek out and dream of late at night as if it were all she could think of.

“A star?” You questioned while drawing, a smirk tugging at your lips. “You better not shine too bright and forget about me.”

She gasped as if such a thing was impossible and got up from her chair in a flash, hugging you so tight you couldn’t move the pencil anymore.

“I could never forget about you!”

And as she said the words you looked down at the half finished heart you were drawing on the paper, your eight year old mind saying she couldn’t be lying.

You were fifteen years old when you started looking at Sophia differently. It had most likely started before that age in smaller ways, but fifteen was when it really felt real.

Your eyes would linger on her lips much longer than necessary when she was speaking to you. You’d hug her a beat longer. Try to stay near her as much as possible as if you two weren’t already inseparable.

Sophia had noticed it too. And the worst thing for your mind was that she didn’t shy away from the extra contact.

She’d raise her eyebrows as you stared at her lips and smile after a few seconds, laughing as she pushed you away and said that her eyes were higher on her face. When you’d try to leave a hug, embarrassed that you had shoved your head into the crook of her neck, she’d hold onto your waist tighter, whispering in your ear that she didn’t want to let go either. When you tried to speak to other people in social gatherings she’d grip your wrist as tight as possible, exclaiming that she didn’t know anyone and that you were her only friend.

You knew she was lying. Sophia was the talk of the town. She was the girl that was definitely going places—the girl that may finally put the unknown place on the map. Everyone knew her, everyone wanted to talk to her. But when she said those things to you, claiming that you were the only one she could face, it made your heart beat in irregular patterns not even a musician could follow along with.

But then friends would approach when you two were hugging a little longer and she would snap to attention, pushing you away from her as if you were a poisonous gas she couldn’t breathe in. She’d ignore you as you stood there in shock, unable to react at how fast she could pull all the love you felt from your soul.

Sophia could control you, and you didn’t mind offering yourself up to her.

It was one of those nights where the two of you were in Sophia’s room late at night. The annoying thought of school the next day was forgotten and buried deep into the caves of your minds as the both of you giggled beside each other, rolled up in her sheets and talking about anything and everything.

Your giggles died down as you stared into each other’s eyes, chests moving up and down, faces flushed. She glanced toward her door, her lip stuck between her teeth, something she always did when she was deep in thought.

“Soph?”

She shook her head, leaving her stupor as she raised her body and laid her head on her hand.

“Y/n,” She started, her eyes looking everywhere but yours. “You know when we were young, and I was always talking about wanting to be a singer?”

You laughed at the memory, nodding along at her story, “Of course I remember.”

“I really want to, Y/n,” She said, eyes clasped together as if she could already imagine the life behind her eyelids, in the dark of her own mind where only she could be. “I really want to sing. And dance. And perform.”

“Well that's good! I know that you can do it.”

You didn’t know what else to say.

“It just means that…” She paused, trying to find the right words. “I’ll just be a bit busier, you know? Won’t always have time for nights like these.”

You laid there in silence for a bit, letting the words sink deep into your chest as your heart struggled to find a way to deal with them.

“Soph. I’ve said it before. I’ll always be with you, no matter what you try to do.”

“Y/n, you don’t understand. I’m going to be focused on starting a career—making a name for myself–”

You shut her mouth by pressing yours against hers, your hands placed on either side of her face. Her eyes were wide open with surprise, but she quickly shut them the deeper the two of you got into the kiss. The two of you backed away for a breath and you scooted yourself further away from her—practically falling off the bed.

“I’m-” you gasped for breath, your chest enclosing around your heart. “I don’t know what came over me, Sophia.”

Her eyes scrunched tight at the lack of a nickname and you almost reached out toward her to console her, but you didn’t. You had stepped into her space. All because you could never stop loving Sophia, and you never thought to wonder if she felt the same.

You tried unwrapping your legs from the tangles that laid beneath the layers of sheets that seemed to be never ending, but as you were getting up from the bed her hand caught your wrist.

You turned to look at her, and her eyes were still blown wide, as if she had been transported to a different world while you were still struggling to maintain your sanity in this one.

“Don’t go Y/n!” She begged, her eyes finally focusing on your frazzled look and anxious eyes. You couldn’t bear to look at her.

She pulled you back down onto the bed and you reluctantly let her, still attempting to keep a respectable amount of space between the both of you.

“I’m sorry Soph,” You said, making sure to shorten her name so as to not ruin her mood even more.

She simply shook her head in response. “Y/n. I liked it.”

Your heart stopped beating again. Or maybe it was beating too fast. You couldn’t tell due to the overwhelming amount of thoughts infiltrating your head at the words that left her mouth.

She reached for your hands again and tugged you closer to her body, staring into your eyes for permission. You nodded slightly, a movement so small you almost thought she didn’t catch it, but it was enough for her.

Sophia’s hands were the ones to find your cheeks now, her lips pressing into yours as if they had no business being elsewhere. Your noses bumped, and she giggled through the kiss causing a smile to appear on your face as well. Her lips left your own as they peppered your face. She left kisses everywhere, from your cheeks to your chin to your forehead. You couldn’t stop giggling even after you pushed her away gently with the tips of your fingers, breathless from the joy your heart couldn’t contain.

“Thank you for that, Soph.”

“I should be thanking you, Y/n.” She laughed loud, the sound piercing the softness of the room. “You always know what to say when I’m feeling nervous.”

You only shifted closer to her, wrapping your legs around hers as you traced your finger around her face, drawing constellations that your mind made up in the moment. Constellations that would only belong to the love that you two held.

At fifteen, your heart had only just begun its journey with Sophia.

You thought the kiss would mean something. Anything. Not just a fluke that had happened behind closed doors between two stupid kids who didn’t know how to communicate. But Sophia didn’t believe that.

She ignored you the next day at school, steering far away from you whenever you approached. People noticed. People gossiped and talked because that was all they were good for in this town.

The kids at school couldn’t help but whisper when you passed, talking about how the two of you had never spent a day of school separated. And they were right. You couldn’t remember the last time the both of you weren’t together.

You didn’t think the kiss was that bad. Sure it was sudden, and Sophia had gone quiet after the moment, seemingly stuck in her mind. She whispered into the night that the two of you should sleep, and you agreed, falling asleep in her arms.

But you should’ve known. It was something she always did. When you two got too close—too physical—she’d back away like she wanted to be anywhere else. Like the look in your eye was more than simply love, like it was hurting her.

You decided that the smart thing to do was to corner her after school. She always left from the back doors, that exit being the closest to her home.

As the bell rang for that school day, its piercing tone enough to send students running down the hall screaming in uncontained joy, you had only one goal in mind.

You ventured toward the back exit you and Sophia always took together. The one that held memories of two girls hand in hand, laughing and screaming as they ran the doors that held them in the prison they deemed school. You could see her in the corridor by the drama room doors, books held close to her chest as she leaned against the wall speaking to a fellow classmate. Sophia laughed—-the kind of laugh that she only let out with you. The one that she deemed “too loud” and “embarrassing”. The one that you said sounded beautiful and at that moment she promised would be heard by your ears and your ears only. But you didn’t own her. You didn’t own Sophia’s heart, no matter how much you wished you did. So you tensed your shoulders and let your heart close around itself. Her laugh wasn’t only yours to hear anymore.

You walked down the hallway, footsteps heavy and gaze set on her. She could feel your eyes burning a spot on the back of her neck, and she turned around, a curious look on her face. The girl saw you approaching her and quickly said her goodbyes to her friend, walking away from you toward the doors that would only lead her further away from you.

Was she really trying this hard to avoid you?

You sped up and crossed the hallway in large strides. Even if it felt like she was attempting to avoid you the whole day, she was walking suspiciously slow considering she didn’t want you to reach her.

“Soph!” You yelled as she had one foot out of the door.

You saw her shoulders tense upwards and she turned around, her eyes darting across the hallway as students turned to face you two. She grimaced when they started whispering and made a motion with her hand, ushering you closer to her.

Once you were close enough she encircled your wrist with her hand and pulled you outside. You stumbled forward and chastised her aggressiveness, but she paid no mind to you, only looking at your fellow classmates that wouldn’t stop staring.

“Y/n,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest, finally acknowledging you once the doors shut behind the both of you.

“Don’t Y/n me,” you spat out, annoyed at her audacity. “You’ve been ignoring me all day. You don’t get to speak to me like I did something.”

“Yeah well there’s a really obvious reason I’ve been ignoring you, isn’t there?” She spoke, her voice rising as the sentence went on. “You kissed me Y/n.”

She put a strain on the word. Like it was forbidden. As if her kissing you was a mistake when last night she was the one that couldn’t stop pulling you closer, whispering words into your ears that made you flush.

“I kissed you?” You questioned furiously, and she put a hand over your mouth dragging you further away from the school.

You ripped her hand off of your face and put distance between the both of you, stepping away from her.

“You kissed me back Sophia. Don’t turn this into something it isn’t.”

Her eyes held guilt at your tone and she mumbled an apology. Wind nipped at your bodies, the silence of the afternoon eerie. Sophia’s absent voice wasn’t helping. She was never this quiet.

“You said that you liked it.” Your eyebrows furrowed, a frustrated look on your face. Did she lie to you?

“And I did like it. I really did. I just don’t know what to do,” she replied, pulling her lip between her teeth again. Her confusion made you want to reach out and console her, but you held yourself back.

“Then stop ignoring me. Talk to me. Like you always have.”

“I think we have to keep this between us.”

She wanted you to be a secret. Of course she did.

“I can’t have anything happen while I’m trying to start my career. Things get out—they’ll spread without me wanting them to. I don’t want you to be dragged under if that ever happens.”

You nodded along like you didn’t mind being a dirty secret she could step on and squish beneath her shoes. As if you didn't mind that she could simply ignore you for the rest of her life and deny knowing you. As if it was okay that she had imprinted on your heart, and left her own empty, only using you for distractions.

You knew all these things and yet your stupid self agreed to be kept hidden.

“We don’t have to do anything you're uncomfortable with, Sophia,” you muttered, head down, staring at your shoes as you kicked rocks along the ground. Measuring the distance between each different one as it slowly got larger.

She nodded and smiled, all teeth like the one you were used to.

“Then do you wanna come over again today? Perhaps do a little bit more than just study together.” She waggled her eyebrows like the old Sophia, and you giggled, heart eyes staring at her like she could do no wrong.

All she needed was a smile from you to grab your wrist and pull you towards her, running down the street together.

Then she let out that honeyed laugh, the one that made you feel like you were special. And you foolishly believed it.

Three years later, at eighteen—between nights when you two spent hours huddled close to each other, kisses on every part of each other’s bodies, hands in places they normally didn't belong—Sophia started realising that her dream was no longer that. Her dream was becoming a reality.

She really hit it off. Her dancing abilities were improving at speeds you couldn’t seem to grasp. Her singing—which was already beautiful to you—became an art that couldn’t escape your mind. A voice that stayed in the corners of your brain, rearing its head whenever you started to get distracted. Reminding you that Sophia would never leave your thoughts.

Nights that you used to spend tangled in each other’s arms became impossible. She couldn’t possibly stay up that late, doing things that weren’t important. She said that she had to wake up early, train late, sleep late, and repeat. That there was no time for you two to hang out like you used to.

She called it “hanging out”.

You two were only “hanging out” when you’d pour your heart out onto the messy sheets that laid beneath your quivering bodies, its contents spilling out freely even though Sophia was never there to catch the outpour.

It was only a friendly hang out when you’d trace the pad of your thumb across her lips, your eyes never leaving hers. Whisper words of encouragement when she felt like she couldn’t do it. Listen to things you didn’t want to hear. Speak when you knew she wanted you to. Stay quiet when it was only her time to talk. Nod when necessary. Sit there as if you didn’t have hopes and dreams. Sit there as if you weren’t also a person that had wants and needs.

She called you one night. When you were hanging out with friends you had made when Sophia couldn’t possibly talk to you.

It was one call at first. You genuinely thought she had dialed you by mistake. It was much too late in Sophia’s schedule for her to be awake, especially for her to be calling you of all people.

Then it became incessant. A constant buzzing deep in the pocket of your jeans as you laughed with people that made you feel whole again. They’d glance down at your pocket, an eyebrow raised in confusion, asking if you would answer it. You chuckled awkwardly and said it was nothing. Just some app giving you notifications you never asked for.

But it wasn’t nothing. It definitely wasn’t ‘nothing’ when you excused yourself to the bathroom, hands fumbling, almost dropping your phone as you struggled to answer her call. She hadn’t called you first in such a long time. As evil as it sounded—it felt good to be the one she so desperately needed.

“Y/n.”

Her voice crackled through the call, it sounded rough from hours spent crying, hiccuping fears into a room that held no consolation.

Your heart broke a little. No matter how much you bandaged it with things that distracted you, a simple word from her could have it cracking again.

You were at her home the fastest you possibly could’ve made it. Your friends whined at your sudden need to leave, but your wide eyes held all the explanation they could ever ask for.

The steps to her room felt like they couldn’t go any slower. The stairs—ones you used to skip upward with her—seemed dark and gloomy. The door to her room invited you in as if you only belonged there and nowhere else.

She was unmoving under her covers. You could still hear her sniffles, quiet, seeking comfort. You slipped into the bed beside her, hugging your arms around her form.

“Soph,” You whispered, rubbing your thumb around her waist in small circles. “What’s going on?”

“It feels like I’m not gonna make it. Everyone seems so much better—they dance so fluidly, sing so smoothly. I can’t catch up.”

You disagreed with everything she said. And you were being honest. You wished Sophia could see herself from your eyes. Even if it were just for a moment. To you, Sophia danced like she controlled the elements. Her movements were sharp, confident, but they still held grace that kept you enraptured. When she invited you to watch her perform to a song, mostly for insight, but also for the moments that happened afterwards, you’d sit there, head in your palms as you couldn’t look away.

And the way she sang. Her voice was like honey, its tone so powerful that it made you want to fall asleep and dream of it in a land where it was the only thing of importance. Emotions that she never shared with you would escape into a song that would remain in your head for the rest of week.

“I dreamt about you nearly every night this week,” you whispered. “I think that shows how much of an imprint you leave on someone’s mind.”

She let out a wet laugh and turned toward you in bed, wrapping her arms around your waist as well.

“I can’t believe you anymore, Y/n. You just say things like that because you love me.”

Your heart stopped, and you wanted to drop to your knees and exclaim to her and anyone listening that it was because you loved her so much you couldn’t love anyone else. But that would be too much. So you only laughed and told her that anyone would think the same.

Sophia seemed to remember you again that week. Called you over every night knowing that you would never fail to show up. Your friends thought that you had found a partner. They smiled knowingly when you said that you had to leave early from a party, giggling like school-children at the prospect of you finding love. How you wished Sophia would consider you her girlfriend, or just something more than an ocean of support. Constantly dipping her hand in, retracting it when something she didn’t like would swim to the surface.

One night your fingers dragged down her body, so gentle that you almost couldn’t tell if you were actually touching her. You marked every beauty mark and crevice that laid on her skin. She couldn’t stop giggling as she tried to smack your hands away, claiming that your touch tickled. You simply let out a breath at her actions and continued your movements.

“I want to be the only one that knows this. That sees this. I want to be the first one to have drawn constellations all over your body. To have connected my soul to yours.”

She laid quietly, no longer smiling, a look in her eye that you couldn’t quite decipher.

Sophia caught your hand in hers and brought it to her face, laying your fingers across her cheek as she stared into your eyes.

“Y/n, you’ll always be the only one to know me. No matter what.”

Sophia Laforteza always knew what to say. She was so perfect—so orderly and confident.

Sophia had always known what to say, but she still could never sit still and say that she claimed you as hers.

The only thing Sophia owned was her dreams, not your heart.

You knew it was bad to fall for her when she would never reciprocate unless it was in the darkness of her room, but you couldn’t help but lean in at her words. Your bodies molded together, perfect for each other but still so unhealthy for you.

You didn’t stop showing up for Sophia. Even when the two of you were twenty and you lived different lives.

She called occasionally, updating you about her journey and training. Ranting to you about the moments that felt hard and the moments that made her want to continue to be a star.

Then one night she called—told you to come over like she always did. She wasn’t sad. She sounded ecstatic. Her voice was happier than it had ever been in the past five years.

“I made it, Y/n.”

You cheered and clapped, but then stopped and stood for a moment, confused as to what she was saying.

“Made it into what?”

“Dream Academy! I’m going to actually train. With other people. With professionals.”

“Thats amazing, Soph,” you said softly. And you were genuinely proud of her, even if it meant that she’d only get busier. She smiled at the nickname, a smile so reminiscent of the girl you knew when you were younger.

“The thing is,” She paused, biting her lip like she always did when she was about to break your heart into impossibly small pieces. “It’s in LA, and it’s starting in less than two months.”

At twenty, you thought that Sophia would never be able to surprise you again. That you were used to her pulling things up on you without warning you beforehand. Leaving you to scramble and figure something out for yourself.

But Sophia Laforteza was always made of surprises, and she wouldn’t stop now.

You brushed it off, saying two months was plenty of time for you and Sophia to hang out before she left you for an undefined amount of time. She laughed and pushed you onto her bed, whispering words laced with poison that never failed to trick you.

“What are we going to do now?” You whispered from behind her, arms tight around her midriff and breath seeping into the hairs on her neck.

“We only have two months left together,” you said again, pulling her impossibly closer to you. “Let’s do something fun.”

She didn’t respond. She never responded after times like these. Someone who was so expressive and couldn’t stop talking seemingly everywhere else knew exactly how to stop when it mattered.

She never responded but her silence always said more than her words ever could.

Nothing. There was nothing you two could do.

Around a week before Sophia was set to leave for Los Angeles, she asked you to visit her. It had been weeks of radio silence beforehand, but you still went against your better judgment and said yes.

The two of you laid in bed—a familiar position you’d been in multiple times before. Hands moving up and down her body, tracing your name and messages deep into her skin that only you could decipher alone. Her hands rested on your own body, unmoving, but pressing deep into your bones.

“So…” Sophia started, slow breaths escaping her mouth, speaking slowly to ease you into her next words. “This is it.”

Your hands slowed their movements across her body, coming to a halt and falling by her side, limp.

“What do you mean by ‘this is it’, Soph,” you said, eyebrows scrunched together in concern.

“I’m gonna be in LA in like, a week, Y/n,” Sophia replied, sitting up slightly in her bed. “We can’t keep doing whatever this is.” She gestured wildly between the two of you. She said it like it was common sense, as if it didn’t matter that she was breaking it off. Like it was only a fling—a small thing that lasted over the course of years.

In the back of your mind, during all those nights the two of you whispered sweet nothings into each other’s ears, you knew that it would eventually end. Sophia had even told you back when it first started, when the two of you were just young teenagers who didn’t know what to do with themselves. Said that you would be kept a secret. That your love couldn’t become a stain on her record, one that she would never be able to remove.

“I thought that you’d…” Your voice trailed off, letting the silence speak for itself.

“Y/n, I,” She exhaled. “I don’t know what to say. I need to stay focused there.”

“I wish I knew how to quit you.” Your voice trembled as you spat the words out, getting up from the bed, struggling to untangle your legs. “I wish I knew to stop earlier. Even if it was just to save myself.”

Save yourself from this hurt, from this negligence.

She didn’t move to stop you this time. Didn’t say anything at your hunched back and tears that shook your body to your core. She simply sat there quietly as you grasped around blindly for your clothes, sniffles following each sharp movement.

“I stayed with you for so long, Sophia. I stood beside you when no one else would. And you treat me like this.” Your words jumbled together as you stuttered through tears. You bet she couldn’t even understand anything you were saying.

“But you didn’t want it. You couldn’t accept my soul even though I gave it up for you every damn day.”

It was embarrassing.

It was stupid.

It was immature.

It was all those things mixed together. And you always knew the outcome would end up like this. But you couldn’t stop believing that maybe there’d be a reality where she accepted you. Didn’t fear what others would say or do.

You purposefully took longer grabbing all your things—just to see if she would call out to you and bring you back into her bed, right beside her, where you belonged. But it didn’t get any better when you managed to open the door to her room and she called out to you, voice quaking, but confident as ever.

“That won’t make me stay, Y/n! You won’t be the one to make me give up on my dreams.”

“I’ve never been the one that wanted you to give up Sophia. I thought you’d understand that by now.”

And you shut the door—gently—because no matter how much you hated to think of Sophia in the moment, you knew that you could never hurt her. Whether it were simply shutting her door too hard, or breaking up what you two had earlier on. Sophia controlled you, and you’d gladly offer up your entire being for her. You spent years of your life orbiting her as if the light she gave off was the only thing you needed to survive.

She said that she would call you every night when she was in Dream Academy. That she would update you on the drama and all the friends she made.

Your phone didn’t ring once for the entire two years and for the first time in your life you weren’t surprised by something Sophia did.

You didn’t let yourself follow alongside Dream Academy. Didn’t vote. Didn’t even so much as go anywhere near news of the program. You didn’t want to see her face—to hear her voice and see her smile. To know that underneath all her layers she presented that you had been the first one to uncover each and every secret but still couldn’t make it known.

Just like that, the light of your life had dimmed so much that it was impossible to see anymore. The skin that you spent nights memorising, tracing images that could barely contain the love you felt for the person that owned it. The girl that you endlessly laughed with. The one that had decided to talk to you when no one else would. The little girl that didn’t ignore you—even after you hurt her. The woman that was a constant was no longer someone that you’d be able to see.

You spent two years forgetting all the hours spent in her shadow. Mending your broken heart from scratch.

You were in Los Angeles. The city that you thought you would never visit. The one that remained a danger zone deep inside your mind.

But there was nothing to worry about. The chances of seeing her were slim, close to zero.

You were there for one reason and one reason only. A close friend had invited you to a concert. Said that the group was gaining in popularity after one of their recent releases. Six girls, all with different talents to showcase. All with different pasts and backgrounds.

Of course you agreed. It would be nice to get out of your hometown. Feel a different kind of air on your skin and revel in the largeness and mystery that Los Angeles had to offer. Travelling had always been on your list, and living in the small town you grew up in was never something you still wanted to be doing. But things happened, and you were still stuck there.

You didn’t bother asking your friend the name of the group. It didn’t matter. Your music tastes were similar enough and anything she listened to would probably be something you’d enjoy as well. Even if it weren’t, you’d still vibe out to it anyway, the energy of the concert taking over your limbs.

You waited in the stands with her, chatting away, the buzz of the crowd filling the spaces in your brain, hiding the doubts and the worries of being in the city that was a secondary source of all your pain.

And then the cheering started, and the girls walked out. You couldn’t see their faces properly, being behind someone that was taller, and the members were still a little too far back on the stage.

The music started, a beat that sent a thrumming from your ears into your brain and down into your feet, exploring all the extremities in your body. And then the girls moved forward.

It was her. It was Sophia Laforteza in the flesh, after two years of trying to forget her. You quickly gripped your friend’s shoulders, screaming in her ears over the bass of the song.

“You didn’t tell me Sophia was in this group!” You tried yelling over the screams of the crowd and the volume of the song itself.

She heard a small part of your sentence and smiled, yelling in response, “You know Sophia?!”

You paused, running through things to say in your mind that would solve this situation before you revealed something that would hurt both her and you.

“I’ve seen her online!”

“That’s nice! At least you know one of them!” She screamed, cupping her hands to her mouth and leaning toward you.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “I know her.”

She tilted her head in confusion at your words, pointing a finger toward her ear, signalling that she couldn’t hear you. You waved her off and laughed, turning your attention back to the concert.

As they went through their set, you couldn’t help but only keep your eyes on Sophia. Her dancing had improved. So much. And as much as it pained you to say it you were glad that she had left.

She looked happy.

Your eyes stayed trained on her the whole time, and as they hit their final song, she scanned the crowd and her eyes landed on you.

Your heart stopped, and it looked as if hers did too. She almost reached for one of her members but thought against it and let her arm fall limp against her side, her other hand holding the microphone up to her lips.

She stared at you for practically the entirety of the last song, and at the end she mouthed something that you could barely read off of her lips.

“Meet me at the back.”

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goofymickeyr · 2 days ago

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Even the Waves Knew II

Pairing: collegemom!Sophia x G!p reader implied; reader is also gender neutral

Summary: After Sophia shared the big news with you, you decided it was time to step up and be there for her as much as possible while she is pregnant.

Tags: Fluff, established relationship

Word count: 5.9k

First part here

It's been two months since Sophia shared the news with you and four months into the pregnancy. It was towards the end of the girls' winter break when Sophia announced her pregnancy to her parents and yours. Both families were ecstatic about the news, already planning the baby shower, including the name and taking bets on whether it would be a boy or a girl.

Sophia's family didn't mind the announcement because they knew you'd work hard to provide Sophia and your future kid the best. You have a degree, a full-time job, are financially responsible, and treat their daughter amazingly. They know Sophia is in good hands with you.

After winter break ended, you discussed with your company the possibility of transferring you to the SoCal office while Sophia finishes school and gives birth. Your company had no issues with the request. There was plenty of field and office work for you to do in SoCal.

Here you are, in the car with Sophia, the car packed to the brim with your belongings, outside of her apartment. You quickly got out of the vehicle and opened the door for Sophia, offering your hand.

"You know, I'm not that pregnant yet." Sophia said, with a bright smile, taking your hand, "But thank you, baby."

"God forbid I treat my woman nicely." You let out a small laugh, "Now, go upstairs while I bring in my stuff."

"I can help with that-"

"No." You interrupt Sophia, "You can go relax. You aren't lifting heavy stuff up the stairs. Plus, I'm making Megan help me."

Right as you said those words, Megan pulls up to the parking lot area, music blasting through her closed windows, vibrating the complex.

"How is that girl not deaf yet?" You mutter, "Okay, baby. Go upstairs, please."

"Hm, but don't say I never offered you any help." She rolled her eyes playfully, then walked upstairs to the apartment.

As Megan exited her vehicle, you immediately gave her three different bags to carry upstairs. Megan let out a grunt, almost dropping your belongings.

"Jesus, what do you have in here, rocks?" Megan groans, giving you a glance.

"Well, yes. Just carry them upstairs, and I'll buy you food this weekend."

Those words made Megan stand up straight and carry an extra bag for you upstairs. Free food is enough to make Megan keep going without any questions asked.

You gathered the rest of your belongings and made your way upstairs to Sophia's apartment. You walked in, kicking off your shoes, and immediately dropping your bags on the floor by Sophia's bedroom.

"You're going to be an awful upstairs neighbor if you keep dropping your bags like that," Sophia yells from the kitchen, coming out to give you a stare.

"Sorry, I'm just so excited to be living with my girlfriend." You give her a smile, shrugging your shoulders slightly.

"Gross, I don't want to be here for this." Megan jokingly gags and walks into the kitchen.

"You were literally falling apart when Sophia was being distant with me." You jabbed.

"Lalalala, I can't hear you, too busy raiding your cabinets."

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Six months into the pregnancy and two months living with Sophia, things are going well. Sophia's stomach is slightly showing. You've been at her service when needed. Giving her massages when she's stressed from school, helping her with homework, cooking meals, and lots of bubble baths.

She tells you it's okay and that you don't have to constantly help her, especially when you have a lot on your plate from work.

"It's okay, mahal." You intertwine Sophia's fingers with yours while you both relax on the couch. "Plus, I want to do this." Placing a kiss on her knuckles, murmuring that you love her.

The next morning, thankfully a Saturday, you two had a visit to Sophia’s monthly check-up. You both sat in the chilly waiting room, fingers intertwined. Sophia’s knee is bouncing nervously, so you gave her hand a tight squeeze.

“It’ll be okay, mahal. You and the bebe are healthy.” You whispered, giving her a soft look.

“Miss Laforteza?” The nurse calls out, scanning the room. You both stand up, trailing behind Sophia into the room with the nurse. Sophia sat on the cold bed, allowing the nurse to take her vitals.

“Vitals seem to be good, miss!” The nurse states, removing the blood pressure monitor. “The doctor will be here soon to conduct the ultrasound.”

As she was leaving, we both thanked the nurse and waited patiently for the doctor to arrive.

“You’re doing so good, babe.” You hold her hand, “You’re so strong.”

Sophia let out a chuckle, shaking her head, “You’re so…I don’t know, but I love you.”

The doctor walks into the room, greeting us with a warm smile, “Good morning, Sophia. And to you, too, Y/n.”

“Have there been any issues you’ve encountered since our last check-up?” The doctor asked, motioning Sophia to lie down on the bed.

“No, everything is okay so far.”

“That’s good to hear.” The doctor sanitizes her hands and puts on a fresh pair of gloves. “I heard you two are keeping the gender a surprise?”

“Yes.” You reply, “We gave the results to our two friends, Manon and Lara.”

“Are you two doing a gender reveal party soon?” The doctor asked, lifting Sophia’s shirt and applying cool gel to her skin.

Sophia winced at the coolness touching her bare skin, “Yeah, we’re doing the gender reveal and baby shower together.”

"Sounds so much!" The doctor places the probe on Sophia's stomach. "Both families are coming over?"

"Yes," You responded, "We may stay in San Diego for a year or so, then move back up once the baby is good to go."

"Moving back up will be a pain with all of our stuff, though." Sophia groans, "But maybe we'll ask our parents for help."

"Well, I hope it'll be a breeze for you two." The doctor responds, finishing up the ultrasound. "It looks like your baby is in good shape!" The doctor helped Sophia clean up, pulling her shirt down.

"If you have any questions, do not be afraid to contact me." The doctor removed her gloves, putting them into the trash before exiting the room.

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The seventh month of pregnancy was hectic to say the least. Sophia is stressed planning the gender reveal and baby shower. She's browsing through Pinterest boards, selecting and choosing the theme she wants, and calling around local bakeries for the cake and party rentals, too.

"Anak (child)," Carla puts her hand on her daughter's shoulder, grabbing her attention. "Enough, you're stressing yourself out. Mama Y/l/n and I will plan it all out."

"Yeah, mahal. I'll help out our moms." You sat down next to Sophia on the couch, taking her iPad away.

"Ugh," Sophia groans, curling up next to the pillow, "I'm sorry, guys. I just want to be perfect."

"I know, baby, but the parents will get it done. No worries." Godfrey responded, "Focus on your assignments instead."

Both sets of parents were in town, planning the party for their grandbaby. The apartment was run like a military camp; chores needed to be done by you, Manon, and Yoonchae. Yes, they weren't exactly free from your parents' demands. Decorations were bought, a cake order was placed, and a location was set. Everything was coming together: the parents had decided on the menu, and drinks had been purchased.

The party is located at a nearby park. The girls were helping out by setting up and transferring everything from Sophia's apartment to the park. Your mom and Carla set up a buffet consisting of pancit, rice, lumpia, kare-kare, carne asada, tacos, lechon, and hot dogs. The dessert consists of leche flan, pandesal, the cake, and ube cookies.

"This looks delicious," Megan said, salivating over the food. "Thank you for making all of this!"

"Yeah!" All the girls thanked both moms, eyes stuck on the food.

"Of course, mijas. We had to go all out for our grandbaby!" Your mom smiled at the girls, "Take a sample before the guests show up." The girls eagerly took a piece of dessert, stuffing their mouths.

"How come they can take food, but I can't?" You frowned, giving the girls a glare.

"Because they didn't give me headaches while they grew up." Your mom jokes, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

"The favoritism is crazy." You muttered.

"Tough luck, Y/n." Daniela smirks, "Gracias, ama!" Daniela thanked your mom before helping Carla set up the canopies.

A few hours have passed, and the area is filled with your close friends and family. Everyone is having fun, dancing, singing, eating, and taking photos with the soon-to-be parents. As the sun was setting, Lara and Manon walked in front of the guests, clearing their throats to grab their attention.

"Hello, welcome everyone. We wanted to say a quick thank you for showing up for the soon-to-be parents!" Lara announced, pointing at you and Sophia. "We want to give a little speech before announcing the gender of the baby!"

"I can't believe you two are having a baby." Manon looked at both of you with a huge smile. "This baby is going to grow up spoiled with five aunties! I'm so happy for both of you, and I can't wait to meet you, little baby."

"I can't wait to make this baby into a menace that will keep you two up!" Lara said with a smirk, "Only a joke...Not really. Can't believe you're both growing up. You will be amazing parents. Alright, let's find out the gender!"

Everyone laughed and clapped at the girls' speech, cheering. All five girls lined up in front of everyone, with you and Sophia slightly in front. Each of you was holding a confetti cannon filled with either pink or blue confetti.

"On go, we'll pull the plug to announce the gender!" Yoonchae exclaimed, "Everyone, record and take pictures."

"3" The crowd counted down, waiting impatiently.

"2"

"1"

"Go!" and you and the girls went, pulling the plug. Pink confetti is covering the air. You drop the canon and immediately go over to Sophia, pulling her into a tight hug, spinning her around.

"Mahal, we're having a baby girl!" You exclaimed, tears of happiness forming in your eyes.

"I know, baby!" At this point, Sophia is bawling her eyes out. "I can't wait to be a parent with you." She pulls you into a sloppy kiss, tears staining your face.

You pull away, staring at Sophia with a soft smile, "You and the baby are the best thing that has ever happened to me." You whispered, pulling her into a passionate kiss.

Both parents and the girls took turns congratulating you both and pulling you into hugs. Everyone is excited, rubbing Sophia's stomach, and taking some last photos before heading out.

The night ended well; the girls and the parents had a sleepover at the apartment, crammed on the floor of the living room, while the parents and soon-to-be parents took the rooms. Everyone falls asleep, buzzed off happiness and a full stomach, while the ocean waves crash softly against the shore.

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It was the end of the semester, and Sophia was drowning in assignments, final exams, graduation, and her growing belly. The graduation is soon, and the baby will follow right after, roughly a month and a half later. Both sets of parents decided to stay in SoCal, deciding it's best to help out the new soon-to-be parents.

“Graduation is soon, mija. Next week?” Your mom sits down next to Sophia at the dinner table, where she is turning in her last few assignments of her undergraduate career.

Sophia sighed, running a hand through her hair and closing her laptop. “Yes, I’m really excited, but stressed.”

“We’re proud of you. Let us know if you need anything.” Your mom said, rubbing Sophia’s back before she leaves the kitchen. You walked into the dining area, passing by your mom, and sat next to Sophia.

“Your mom is really nice and caring.” Sophia leans onto your shoulder, shutting her eyes.

“Yeah? She loves you more than me, it seems like.” You wrap an arm around her shoulder and place your free hand on her lap. “You’re her perfect daughter.”

Sophia laughs, opening her eyes with sparkles in them. “Please, that’s a lie.”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged. “She gives you all the best leftovers, lets you do anything you want, caters to your needs…”

“As she should, I’m carrying her granddaughter.” Sophia joked, putting her hands on her full stomach, small circles being traced.

“C’mon, baby. Let’s go rest for a while and so I can read to our baby girl.” You say, putting a hand on Sophia’s stomach. “You would love that, huh anak (child)?”

“God, she’s going to turn out to be a science nerd because all you do is read her science literature.” Sophia laughs, pushing your hand away jokingly.

“Hey, it’s never too early to let our baby become a STEM girly.” You giggled, standing up and taking Sophia’s hand, leading her to your guys' bedroom.

The rest of the evening was spent reading to your child different science literature, ranging from biology, chemistry, and earth science, while your girlfriend slowly fell asleep to the sound of your voice.

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It was the day of graduation, and Sophia was in her room getting ready for her big day. She was styling her hair into loose curls, adding small gold hoops, and wearing a knee-length white dress. You walked into the room to check on Sophia.

"Wow..." You trailed off, eyes filled with love and admiration.

"What? Do I look ugly? Is something wrong?" Sophia questioned, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

"No, you just look so beautiful." You pressed against the back of Sophia, wrapping your arms around her waist. "So beautiful..." You murmured, leaving soft kisses on her neck.

Sophia rolled her eyes, turning to face you. "This isn't the time to be horny, Y/n. Put it away."

"Sorry for admiring my beautiful, smart, talented girlfriend." You gave her a lopsided smirk, pulling her into a soft kiss.

Sophia removed herself from your hold, shaking her head as she continued to get ready. "You're so stupid, pero mahal kita (but I love you). Now leave so I can finish getting ready."

"So bossy, but I love you too." You replied, then left the shared bedroom and closed the door behind you. "She kicked me out."

"No, I didn't, liar!" Sophia yelled through the door.

At graduation hour, you, the girls, and both parents sat on the bleachers at the stadium. The sun hung warmly in a cloudless sky over the sprawling university lawn. Rows of white chairs stretched toward the stage, each one filled with students dressed in black gowns, stoles in blue and gold, and caps balanced carefully on their heads. The air buzzed with excitement, nerves, and the occasional burst of laughter or proud shout from family members waving from the audience.

Sophia sat in the third row, her hands folded over her lap, gripping the edge of her program. She exhaled slowly, looking out across the sea of faces—some familiar, others not—but all sharing this moment of transformation.

Her name was called. A wave of adrenaline surged through her as she stood, heels clicking softly on the platform as she walked towards the dean. The applause from the crowd was cut through by her loved ones with loud cheers, especially from Megan, "YEAH, SOPHIA! THAT'S MY BESTIE!!" Everyone was holding a fan with Sophia's face on it, waving it around in the air.

The dean extended his hand, and Sophia shook it with a firm grip, and her diploma was pressed into her free palm. The photographer took the photo, and Sophia proceeded to walk back to her seat. The past four years of studying, late nights, and tears finally paid off. A new chapter in her life has begun, and she couldn't wait to share it with you and the baby.

A month later, Sophia has been on edge about the birth. You made sure she had the comfiest pillows, added extra support for her back, and massaged her feet. She has been restless throughout the nights after graduation. Contractions coming and going, false alarms, and lots of discomfort for the Filipina.

It was a Wednesday afternoon when it happened. The parents were grocery shopping and running other errands while you were in back-to-back meetings, writing reports, and checking on Sophia whenever you had a chance. You were in the middle of typing a report, confirming the data tables against other sources' tables, when Sophia called your name from the bedroom.

"Y/N!"

"Yeah-?"

"I think it's happening!" Sophia cut you off. You immediately rushed into the bedroom, finding your girlfriend standing up from the bed. You take hold of her hand, guiding her to the living. You picked up the baby's hospital bag and guided Sophia downstairs to your car. The baby carrier was already in the backseat, prepped for your daughter, along with the bag you have packed.

You drove to the hospital, cautiously rushing, and found the nearest parking spot to the entrance. As you got out of the vehicle, you searched for a wheelchair. There was one by the entrance, so you ran to grab it and pushed it back to your car. You helped Sophia get out of the car and into the wheelchair, rolling her to the check-in counter.

"Hi," You panted, out of breath, "My girlfriend is about to go into labor."

The receptionist called a nurse, who took the wheelchair from you. You followed the nurse into a room, anxiety through the roof, palms sweaty, and thoughts everywhere. Sophia was lying on a bed, where the nurse took her vitals. The nurse checked out the dilation and prepped Sophia with a few pillows on her back.

"I will be right back, miss." The nurse stated as she left the room.

"Oh my god, it's happening." You rushed out, "The baby is going to be here soon, oh my god."

Sophia laughed, taking hold of your hand. "Please don't pass out like those husbands. I'd really love to see you here, be present when I give birth."

You scoffed, "I am not weak like those men. I will be here for you and the baby. I'm just nervous about becoming a parent..."

"You'll be a good parent, baby." She rubbed your hand, her gaze holding yours. "We'll be amazing parents."

You nodded your head, letting out a shaky breath. "Let me call our parents to update them." You headed to the corner of the room, immediately dialing your mom.

Not even 30 minutes after the call ended, both parents were surrounding Sophia, adjusting her pillows and propping her feet.

"Ay anak, my baby." Carla held her daughter's face with care and tears brimming in her eyes."

"How are you feeling, baby?" Your mom held Sophia's hand.

"I'm okay, just really nervous," Sophia responded. "I don't know how you both did it."

"Late nights, but it was all worth it to see you grow up into the woman you are, anak." Carla rubbed her daughter's face, "Your dad and I are blessed to have you."

It was around 4 am when Sophia started to go into active labor. Nurses and doctors surrounding her, guiding her through every step. Both parents decided to let you two share this moment, waiting outside of the delivery room, pacing, and drinking mediocre coffee from the hospital's cafeteria.

You held her hand tightly, tight enough to break your own fingers. "You're doing so good, babe."

"Don't pass out on me, Y/n!" Sophia yelped, breathing in sharply through her nose and releasing it through her mouth. "Oh god, this hurts!"

"Keep pushing, miss!" The nurse encouraged Sophia, "You're almost there, so close!"

Sophia let out a grunt, gripping your hands tighter than ever, and shutting her eyes, sweat beading down her forehead. After a few more pushes, the doctor holds your baby girl in his arms. Your baby let out a cry, announcing her arrival into the world. From the height of the hospital room, you can see the sun rising from the east, casting a warm shine on the ocean. Low, calm tides.

The nurse handed Sophia your baby, handling her with skin-to-skin contact, no longer holding in her cry. "She's so beautiful. Oh my god!"

"She looks like her mama." You whisper, caressing your daughter's little head, "So beautiful."

The nurse took your daughter to clean her up and wrap her, then handed her back to Sophia. "Congratulations to you both. Please let us know anything you need while you stay." The doctor and nurses gave you two privacy and left the room. Both parents walked in quietly, awing at the sight of their first grandchild.

"What is her name?" Your dad asked quietly.

"We decided on Katherine." You replied, patting your daughter's head. "She's so perfect and beautiful."

"I'm so proud of you." Your father wrapped his arms around you, squeezing the air out of your lungs. "You'll be an amazing parent. I trust you and your decisions."

"Thank you, dad. I appreciate it."

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A few months after the pregnancy, the rest of the girls — Lara, Daniela, and Megan — were allowed to meet the baby for the first time. The girls didn't mind as they wanted your baby to be safe and vaccinated before meeting new people. Daniela was dancing for Katherine, her small eyes watching the Latina girl, giggling.

"Sí, bebe. Quieres bailar? (Yes, baby. Do you want to dance?)" Daniela picked up Katherine and danced around the living room.

"The spoiling begins, I see." Sophia joked, "She's going to want to take dance classes now, and you'll be paying for it."

"I don't mind. Anything for my favorite niece." Daniela shrugged, putting Katherine in a craddling position.

You were in the kitchen, making sinigang, watching your daughter be loved by all your friends and family. The weather has gotten cooler, so you decided it was time to bring out the soups. Sophia had a doctor's appointment for the baby this afternoon, but you told her you couldn't make it due to a serious project call that you cannot miss.

Sophia frowned, but understood you had a job to do to support the family. The girls decided to accompany the Filipina to the appointment, taking no for an answer, and piling everyone into two separate cars. Sophia's grateful to be surrounded by people who care for her and her family, allowing her to be at ease.

Once the girls left, you were in the kitchen, stirring the sinigang and taste-testing. Sour, just how Sophia likes it. The parents were all sitting around the dining table, drinking coffee, and eating pan dulce. You turned down the stove slightly, bringing the sinigang to a simmer. You took a seat in front of Sophia's parents while yours were right next to you.

You took a deep breath and maintained eye contact with her parents. "Po, I would like to thank you for helping me and Sophia while we adjust to becoming parents." You reached out to hold Carla's hand.

"Oh, anak. It's nothing. We love you and Sophia. I see you as my own child." Carla shook her head, giving you an easy smile.

"You basically grew up with us, Y/n. It would be hard to dismiss you." Godfrey chuckled, taking a sip of his hot coffee.

"Thank you so much, po." You gulped, hands starting to get clammy, "That's why I wanted to ask if I could I could marry your daughter, po." Your hands reached into your jacket pocket, pulling out a small, suede square box. You opened the box to reveal a small silver ring. The band is smooth and shiny with a bright silver finish. In the middle lay a single diamond, shaped like an oval.

Godfrey grinned over his coffee mug, gesturing for you to stand up and walk over to him. Once you were in front of him, he drew you into a warm embrace. "Of course, anak. There's no other person I would trust Sophia to be with."

"You are so smart, Y/n. You're financially stable, you've helped our daughter become the woman she is, and you are doing amazing as a parent." Carla's smile widens as she speaks, the kind only a mother gives when she knows her daughter is in good hands.

You exhale in relief, grateful her parents gave their blessing. You slipped into the bedroom, tucking it into one of your shoes- someplace she'd never think to look. Back in the kitchen, the sinigang was done simmering. You gave it one final taste, the perfect balance of sour and savory. Satisfied, you began plating scoops of steamed rice into the bowls, then ladling the hot sinigang over the top.

One by one, you set the bowls down, steam curling up into the air. Sophia walked into the apartment just in time for dinner. You met her with a smile, taking Katherine from her arms and motioning Sophia to eat.

"You guys can start eating. I will feed Katherine." You prepared one of Katherine's bottles, warming up the breast milk Sophia has produced. Once that was ready, you sat down at the dining table, feeding your little girl. The rest of the evening was spent having dinner as a family, gathering around the living room, playing with Katherine, and preparing for bed.

Two weeks later, you suggested a picnic date at the beach to Sophia, insisting she relax for one night without the baby. At first, she was reluctant, scared to be away from Katherine, but you assured her everything would be okay. Of course, you've told the girls about the engagement plan. Lara even suggested that Sophia get their nails done together, so she could feel cute for a date she hadn't been on in a while. The other girls tagged along, helping Sophia plan out a cute outfit.

Later that evening, before the sun set, you gathered all of the food you had made: Italian sandwiches, cold drinks, fruits, and ube cookies that Carla helped bake. You packed up the basket and picked up the beach blanket from the closest.

Sophia wore a cute, floral, knee-length dress, with her nails painted a pastel pink color. She carried her jacket in one hand and her bag in the other.

"Ready, babe?" She called out from the living room. You were in the bedroom, picking up the small square box from your shoes and placing it inside your jacket pocket. Back into the living room, you met Sophia with a warm smile.

"Of course, let's get this date started."

You picked up all the necessary things and headed out the door with Sophia. The convenient location of the beach made it easy for the two of you to walk down to the beach. It was a short 10-minute walk, and both of you took off your shoes, sand burying your toes. You set the blanket down, not too far from the ocean and not too close to the sidewalk. The basket was unpacked, and the food was laid out in front of you both.

"This is so relaxing." Sophia let out a small sigh, looking out into the ocean as waves crashed calmly against the shore. The sky was painted in an orange-pink hue, the sunlight casting above the ocean horizon.

"You deserve to have a relaxing night." You placed a kiss against her cheek, offering her a sandwich and a sparkling water. The evening was primarily silent, with small conversations about life, and the sound of nature filling the air.

"I am so in love with you. You know that, Fia?" You stated, while your gaze was fixed on the sunset above the horizon. "I am so lucky to have you and Katherine."

Sophia looked at your side profile, admiring the outline of your face. She knows that you are in love with her. You've been nothing but patient with her throughout her growing-up years. You were there throughout high school, supporting her with assignments, going to her concerts, and being there whenever she needed a break from the world. You are her safe space. Someone she could let herself be free with. Someone who gives her warmth. Someone who makes her feel giddy, even after all these years. Sophia didn't say anything; she didn't need to. You knew as well.

"I will do anything to protect you and Katherine." You continued, your gaze now focusing on Sophia. "I will give you everything. I want to be the best for you two."

"I want you to never feel like you have no one. I want you and Katherine to feel safe with me. I want to be your provider, Fia." You held her hand, slightly trembling.

"That's why..." you trailed off, facing your entire body towards Sophia, "I want to be your forever. God, because I am such a fool for you." You laughed, and Sophia's eyes filled with adoration, now teary-eyed.

"So, will you please marry me, Sophia?" You reached into your jacket pocket, pulling out the same small box, revealing the diamond ring. Sophia gasped, a hand covering her mouth and tears streaming down her face.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Sophia Laforteza, so please do me the honor of saying yes."

All Sophia could do was nod her head enthusiastically and wrap her arms around you and hold you close. Tears staining your shirt, but you didn't mind. You never mind when it came to her.

"Yes!" She exclaimed, pulling away, sniffing. "God, yes. I want to be yours forever, mahal."

You placed the ring on her left ring hand, passing her a tissue to wipe her tears. Without hesitation, she pulls you into a kiss that leaves no room for doubt. And with every wave that met the shore, the world whispered its blessings over their new beginning.

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It's been a year since the engagement. A year of planning, of learning, of watching Katherine grow up. The year has been hectic, to say the least. You and Sophia were searching everywhere for an affordable venue, a bakery for the cake, and sending out cute invitations. Within the year, Katherine has taken her first steps, crawling, and babbling words like mama/baba, tita, tito.

Now the big day is here. A venue looking over the ocean, the stretch of California's coastline just miles away. The ceremony space sits atop a cliff, capturing the diverse terrains of California. Gentle waves roll in, their rhythm a soothing backdrop as the ocean sparkles under the afternoon sun.

Rows of white chairs line the aisle, covered with cream-colored flowers, a hint of soft pink tint. A simple white arch covered in the same flowers sits at the end of the aisle.

Guests sip on their drinks as the trees nearby sway overhead, and the sky begins to shift from gold to an orange-pink hue, with cirrostratus clouds patching the sky.

The officiant gathers the crowd's attention by speaking into the microphone. You stand in front of the arch, nervously bouncing from your heels to toes. Everyone takes a seat, settling down with their drinks in their hand.

One by one, the bridesmaids and the groomsmen walk in, arms linked. Then the ring bearer and the flower girl, who happens to be your younger cousin, and Katherine, being held by your mom, with a basket of loose petals.

The officiant asks everyone to stand for the bride, and the DJ starts playing "Give Me Your Forever" By Zack Tabudlo. As Sophia appears at the other end, your breath hitches. Mesmerized by your soon-to-be wife's appearance, your eyes filled with tears, overwhelmed by love and joy. She walks down the aisle with elegance, and you start to wonder how you were so lucky to have her. As she reached down the aisle, both eyes glossy, the guest retook their seats.

"Welcome, everyone. Today, we've come together to celebrate one of life's greatest moments, the union of Sophia and Y/n in marriage." The officiant starts off, "Marriage is more than a legal bond. It's a promise that these two will make together. Now, please, you may say your vows."

"Sophia, I remember the first day that I met you." You held your gaze on your fiancée. "You moved into my neighborhood when you were only 11. I thought you were so cool and pretty."

"I remember after seeing you move in, I immediately ran into the house calling out for my mom." You sniffled, holding her hands in yours. "She thought I was dying or something, but nope. I wanted to tell her about the beautiful girl I just saw."

The crowd laughed.

"Then, as we got older, I realized my true feelings for you. Those late-night conversations, the glances I would steal whenever you were getting ready in my bedroom, the quiet nights we shared." You continued, eyes watering once again. "I knew from the beginning that I wanted to be with you. Always by your side, Fia. I'm so proud of everything you've accomplished. You're such an amazing woman and daughter, and I love you so much."

Sophia's eyes matched yours, glossy, as she wiped away her tears with her knuckle. "I love you too, Y/n. You've always been there for me, even when I was being a pain. But you showed up again and again, no matter what."

"You show me what it is to feel safe, know how someone can be home, and treat me the way I deserve, even though sometimes I am not enough for you." She let out a broken laugh, attempting to conceal her tears. "I'm so grateful to be yours, forever. I'm so grateful for our little family. You mean the world to me, Y/n."

"Beautiful," The officiant smiled, "Sophia, do you take Y/n to be your lawfully wedded spouse? Will you love, honor, and cherish them, in joy and in challenge, for all the days of your life?"

Sophia nodded her head energetically, words coming out like certainty. "I do."

"Y/n, do you take Sophia to be your lawfully wedded wife? Will you love, honor, and cherish them, in joy and in challenge, for all the days of your life?"

"Of course, I do." You responded, chewing the inside of your cheek out of excitement.

"May these rings be a reminder of the circle of love-endless, strong, and bright as the ocean around us." The officiant nodded, "Y/n, place the ring on Sophia's finger."

You clumsily grabbed the ring, placing it on Sophia's ring finger, letting out a shaky breath.

"Sophia, place the ring on Y/n's finger."

Sophia grabbed the ring and placed it on your ring finger, allowing her touch to linger a bit longer.

"By the power vested in me by the State of California, and by the love you've shown here today, I now pronounce you married. You may seal your vows with a kiss."

You both leaned in, passionately kissing one another in a tight, warm embrace. You melted into Sophia's kiss. This one feels different than the other thousands of kisses given. It feels like certainty, completeness, and unforgettability. Time halts, just for a second, but the waves miles away collided against the rocks and the shore, not out of rage, but as if they were returning home. Familiarity.

The night ended with karaoke, dancing, warm laughter, and the intense love of their guests. There has never been a moment when you feel total certainty, up until now, with Sophia in your arms, while carrying Katherine. One happy family, a new chapter ahead. All you need is your little family by your side.

a/n PART TWOOOOO. I hope you enjoyed this fluff between the reader and Sophia. I was originally only going to write the first part, but I was influenced. This one's for you @jaelvrphnz

I also had to look up what an officiant says and stuff about birth/labor because I genuinely have no idea LMAO

TYSM for all the love on the first part. I can't believe it has a little over 200 likes!! Is this how my favorite writers feel like??

Anyway, come chat with me if you'd like, either through dms or anons!!

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goofymickeyr · 2 days ago

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Even the Waves Knew

Synopsis: Sophia has been distant for the past couple of weeks, not responding to your messages/calls, being short with you, and pushing you away. You decided to take a trip down to SoCal in hopes that being with Sophia would mend whatever is happening between the two.

Warnings: college student!Sophia x g!p reader implied, slight angst/hurt, fluff at the end, pregnancy :o, wanna be intimate moment, drinking. Svt non!idol mentions hehe. idk what else, lmk.

Word count: 5.1k

Second part here

It started with the lack of messages from Sophia, one or two missed calls, nothing more. You kept in mind that Sophia has a busy schedule since school has started; constantly in back-to-back classes, labs, club activities, and doing homework. Her last year in college.

You knew that. You know how life can get busy, especially working a full-time job yourself.

Two months after school started, you decided to take PTO down to SoCal to visit Sophia and the girls. A small trip to help them destress and take things off your mind from work.

You parked your car outside of Sophia's shared apartment with Yoonchae and Manon. You got out of your car, stretching your legs as the cool, morning ocean breeze hit you.

You grabbed your belongings from the trunk and made your way to the second floor, where the apartment is located. The building had a nice view of the ocean; Waves crashing loudly against the shore, the chatter of people walking by, and the sound of the seagulls.

As you were about to knock on the door, Yoonchae opened it for you, quickly pulling you into a hug. You dropped your backpack next to her as she squeezed the air out of you.

"Y/N!" Yoonchae excitedly jumped.

"Hi, Yoonie. I've missed you," You planted a small kiss on her temple, smiling fondly at the younger girl, "How are you?"

"I'm doing better now that you're here," The younger girl said, "I've been stalking your location to make sure you didn't die."

You let out a small chuckle, "Thank you for keeping an eye on me."

"Gooood morning, Y/n," Manon yawned, rubbing her temple, "Yoonchae, why are we yelling at 9 am?"

"Because Y/n is here, duh."

"Is Sophia in class?" You asked, bringing in your belongings to the apartment, and setting them outside of Sophia's room.

Manon passed you a glass of water, "Yeah, she left around 7 am. She'll be back around 2, I think."

"I sadly have to leave for class." Yoonchae pouted, "But Manon will be here all day." She picked up her backpack from the floor, saying a quick goodbye to you guys before heading out the door.

"So, how are things between you and Sophia?" Manon asked as you settled down on the couch, "I know you were telling us things were a little rough."

You let out a small sigh, "Honestly, I don't know what's happening. I know she's busy, but" You rubbed your face. "She's so distant now. She was okay before she left for school."

"Maybe you should plan a date." Manon suggested, "I'll take Yoonchae to the girls' apartment, so you guys can have some time alone."

"I'll plan a small dinner sometime this week." I smiled at Manon, "Tonight I'll talk to her after we hang with the girlies."

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It was around 2:30 pm when the girls showed up at the apartment, rushing through the door to greet me.

"Y/N," Megan yelled, pulling you into a tight hug, "It's been so long!"

"It's been two months, Meg." I laughed, shaking my head at the girl, "I see you have pink bangs. Cute."

"She's so dramatic." Daniela rolled her eyes, pulling you into a hug after pushing Megan away, "We've missed you."

"Yeah, Y/n. Two months too long." Lara laughed.

"Damn, everyone misses me." A playful smile formed on my face, "I've missed you guys too. Even though we FaceTime almost every night."

"Where is Sophia?" Lara questioned, making her way into the kitchen to grab snacks.

"She said she's talking to one of her professors about an assignment, but should be here soon," Manon answered.

After a few minutes, Sophia arrived at her apartment, setting down her backpack near the entrance, kicking off her shoes. "Hi, girls." Sophia greeted, slowly looking in your direction.

She gives you a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, "Hi, baby." She pulls you into a hug, quick peck on the cheek, staining it with her cherry lip gloss.

"Hi, mahal. I've missed you." You wrap your arms around the smaller girl's waist, planting a kiss on her forehead. "How was school?"

"It was fine." She shrugged. She removed herself from your hug and walked towards the couch, plopping down next to Yoonchae.

The girls all gave each other hesitant looks, not knowing what to do. They've never seen Sophia act this way towards you in all of the 5 years you two have been dating. Even before you guys have dated. Sophia was never the one to hold a grudge or distance herself from people.

Everyone started to gather around the living room, and you took a seat on the other side of Yoonchae. The girls are chatting away, planning to have a family dinner together tonight.

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Dinner was filled with laughter and loud noises, mostly coming from Megan's antics. Sophia's attitude towards you didn't change, but she toned it down in front of her friends.

After cleaning up the kitchen and the dining room, you and Sophia did your nightly bedtime routine: shower, brush teeth, and cleanse your face. You quietly got into her bed next to her, the room dimly lit up by a soft, warm light from her lamp. Her back is facing you as she scrolls through her phone. You play with your fingers, scratching your nails against each other to ease the anxiety.

"Bebe?" You called out just above a whisper, hoping your voice didn't crack. She hummed in response, her back still facing you. Not even a glance in your direction.

"Are you okay?" You asked quietly, slowly wrapping my arm around her slim waist. The sound of your pounding heart is in your ears, all you can concentrate on is your slow breathing, trying not to break.

"I'm too hot right now, could you not please?" She pushes your arm away, pulling up the blanket higher. "I'm okay."

I clenched my jaw, trying to hold in my emotions. "Well, you aren't acting like you're okay."

"Just go to bed. It's nothing. You're overthinking this." She put her phone down, turning off the lights.

You lay there awake for the next few hours. You looked at the clock, and it was 3 am. You had been fighting the urge to not cry for the past four hours. The battle was lost as you silently cried, wondering what went wrong. Soon enough, the heaviness of your eyes won as you fell asleep, curled up against the wall.

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A few days have passed since you first confronted Sophia. Things stayed the same, with no clear indication of Sophia telling you what's wrong. Manon decided to take Yoonchae out of the apartment so you two could have a date night. They both left, yelling out about how excited they are to have a movie and an arcade night.

Tonight, you decided to take action. Maybe try to alleviate Sophia's stress from school and club activities.

You lean in, breath hitching as your lips ghost over Sophia’s neck. Her skin is warm, but she doesn’t shiver like she used to. You kiss the hollow beneath her jaw, fingers tracing the curve of her waist, searching—hoping—for something to spark, for her to pull you closer like she used to.

But she doesn’t. She goes still. And then she pushes.

"Stop," she says quietly, her hand firm against your chest.

You blink. For a second, you don't move. You don’t understand. Not really. It's been a while since you guys last had sex —two months, if you're counting (and of course you're counting). You thought maybe tonight would be different. And God, you were starving for her attention. The version of her who looked at you like you were enough.

"I just... I can't," she adds, voice thin and careful, like she’s trying not to break the air between you.

You sit back, slowly, the ache already curling behind your ribs. Your fingers still hover in the space where she was. The bed feels too big now, and the silence is too loud.

"You don’t want me anymore," you whisper before you can stop yourself.

Her eyes flash—hurt, maybe guilt—but she doesn’t deny it. She just turns away, pulling the blanket tighter around herself like armor.

"It’s not about that," she murmurs, but she won’t look at you. And somehow, that hurts worse.

You swallow the knot in your throat. "It feels like it is."

And there’s no answer. No comfort.

You sighed, pushing yourself up from the bed and walking out into the kitchen. You made a promise to make Sophia dinner, so you put on your headphones and started to cook. Maybe the sound of the music blasting in your ears and the focus on cooking could distract you.

You finished cooking. You made steak with mashed potatoes and a side of green beans. The cool air coming through the windows helped disperse the smokiness left behind by the steak. You made Manon and Yoonchae a plate, wrapping it in Saran Wrap, and putting their names on it. You then made your own plate, taking it to the living room where you sat down on the couch, watching Bob's Burgers.

Sophia came out of the bedroom after a while, her eyes grazing your back as you ate alone on the couch. "You made dinner?" She asked quietly.

"Of course, I said I'd make dinner," You say, your eyes not leaving the TV. You focused on the show, hoping to distract yourself as you picked at your food, feeling too upset to eat.

"Thank you,"

"I think Ima going out tonight," You say, not breaking your focus from the TV.

"W-what? Why?" Sophia asked, stunned, her heart sinking to her stomach.

"There's an old friend who's in town and I'd like to see him." You shrugged, getting up from the couch and making your way to the kitchen, Sophia trailing along. You put away my leftovers and washed the dishes. "I'll be back around 11 pm."

Sophia, defeated, not wanting to argue, just sighed, "Okay..."

"Sleep tight and tell Yoonie I made her food," You say, gently placing a kiss on Sophia's cheek. You grabbed your jacket, slipped on your shoes, and headed off to the bar to meet your friend, Joshua.

Sophia, on the other hand, stood in the kitchen in disbelief that you would leave her alone. She shouldn't be upset because you're allowed to have friends. You're allowed to go out without her, and she hasn't told you about the news. Hormones are increasing, while the fear of you leaving her plays constantly in the back of her mind.

She could tell her parents for support throughout her final year of college, or she could just ignore it until she's not able to hide it from you anymore. Either way, she needs to tell someone.

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Your small night out with Joshua turned into more. You were both eight tequila shots and two tequila sunrises in, ranting to him about how Sophia has been acting distant towards you the past couple of weeks. How she cannot look you in the eyes, pushing you away, and say everything is okay when it's not.

You grumble into your hands, saying something about how much you needed this break from work, but being with Sophia has been causing you anxiety. Every little step is like walking on eggshells.

Joshua finally checks the time on the phone, the blurry numbers reading 3:48 am. He puts his hands on your shoulders, slurring his words, "C'mon, we gotta get you back home."

You nodded, finishing your last sip of your drink, and tipping the bartender before you two left. Joshua walks you back to Sophia's apartment, holding you up through the two flights of stairs. Before leaving you, he looks at you with a soft smile.

"Everything will work out, Y/n."

"Thank you, Shua. I appreciate you so much." You gave him a tight hug before sending him off, "Text me when you're home, please." You call out.

You stumbled quietly into the apartment, kicking off your shoes while trying to find the light switch. You knock around a few items before giving up and going into Sophia's room.

As you were about to change into your pjs, you saw Sophia's figure in the dark, turning on her lamp.

"Where the hell have you been?" She hisses at you. "It's 4 in the fucking morning."

"I-I was with Joshua, bebe."

"I don't care who you're with. You said you'd be home by 11 pm." She crossed her arms angrily, "I've been texting and calling you for the past few hours!"

"I'm sorry." You apologized, looking down at your feet, "I didn't realize my phone died."

"And you smell like fucking alcohol!"

"Can we not argue, especially right now?" I closed my eyes, slowing down my breathing. "The girls are sleeping."

"I don't care right now, Y/n." She looks at you with angry eyes, "How can you be so irresponsible, leaving without your phone fully charged? God, and you're drunk."

"Sophia." You raised your voice, "Can you please stop? It's not a big fucking deal. I'm here."

"Oh, you want me to stop?" Sophia looks at you, clenching her jaw, "Fine. Go sleep on the god damn couch and leave me alone. I think I need a break."

You blinked. Trying to comprehend what your girlfriend just said. All you can hear is the ringing in your ears and your heartbeat thumping too loudly against your chest. The color of your face drained to white, and the taste of tequila remained in your mouth.

"W-what?" You choked out, "Why?"

"Just go to bed, Y/n, please. I have class tomorrow."

"You can't just fucking say you need a break when you're the one acting so different!" You spat out. At this point, Manon and Yoonchae can possibly hear you, but right now, you don't care.

"Get out of my room. Now." Sophia points at the door, and you stare at her with a look she can't make out. You reluctantly left her bedroom, making your way to the couch. You lie down, looking up at the ceiling, the world spinning.

You fall asleep soon after lying down, only to be woken up a few hours later at 7 am. Your eyes slowly open, adjusting to the morning light shining through the windows.

"Rough night, unnie/oppa?" Yoonchae asks, looking down on you.

"Morning, Yoonie." You slowly get up from the couch, scratching the back of your head, "Something like that."

"Hey, Yoonchae?"

"Yeah?"

"I think I'm leaving today." You look at the younger girl with a sad smile.

"What! Why? Please don't. We've been having so much fun with you." Yoonchae pouted, wrapping her arms around you, "And you said you'd be here longer."

"I know, I'm sorry, but something came up back at home." I frowned, hugging the younger girl back. "Maybe I'll see you guys during winter break?"

"Yeah, okay." Yoonchae sighed, "I'll be stalking your location to make sure you get home safe."

You let out a small laugh, "Thank you, now get to class." Yoonchae gathered her things, packing them away in her backpack before heading out for school.

You walk over to Manon's door, lightly knocking on it. "Come in," Manon answered.

When you walked in, Manon was sitting at her vanity desk, putting on makeup. "Hey, just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving today." You looked at the ground, not wanting to meet her gaze.

"What? Why?"

"Sophia..." I sighed, shrugging weakly, "We got into an argument last night, and she said she wanted a break, so I'll be taking off."

Manon's jaw dropped, then she immediately formed a tight-lipped smile. "Y/n, I'm so sorry. Daniela and I tried to talk to her the other night, but she wouldn't talk."

"No need to apologize, Manon. I really appreciate you and the girls for trying." You gave her a small, sad smile. "I didn't know how to tell Yoonchae, so I told her I had a family emergency."

Manon let out a small laugh, fixing her eyeliner, watching you through her mirror. "I think Yoonchae will be okay. I'll tell Megan to play Roblox with her to keep Yoonchae distracted."

"Thanks. I'm gonna grab my stuff then head out. Good luck with your classes, and I can't wait to see you during break."

I left Manon's room, quietly making my way into Sophia's room. I looked around the room. Sophia is tucked into her blanket, her hair falling over her face. I found a sticky note to write a message:

Mahal,

I've decided it is best if I leave you alone. I'm not sure what I did to hurt you, but I hope you know I never meant to do it. Whenever you're ready to talk, I'll be here. Good luck in your classes.

Always,

Mahal Kita.

You pressed the sticky note onto her glasses case and quietly packed up my belongings before heading down to my car. You took one last look at the ocean: strong waves crashing along the shore, the laughter of surfers walking by, the sight of a dolphin and her calves jumping out of the water, and the salty ocean breeze weaving in between your hair. The silence between you and Sophia stung your wounds as if you were drowning in the salty ocean floor. You got into your car and started your drive back north.

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It's been a few days since you left San Diego, five days to be exact. You haven't heard anything from Sophia. Only from the girls who are constantly reassuring you that everything is okay, despite the Filipina ignoring the girls' questions.

On the first day you left, everything was okay. Sophia continued her day as usual. Attended her classes, lab, and tutoring sessions. The girls didn't bring you up; they were there for Sophia if needed. You continued working, trying to get on as many projects to keep your mind occupied. Started running more and hanging out with friends.

On the third day, Sophia was slowly spiraling. She tried to focus on her assignments, burying herself in textbooks and studying sessions. It all started in the library. Sophia was tucked in a corner, surrounded by the smell of coffee and old textbook pages. She quickly ran into the bathroom, the nearest stall, and threw up. She went to the sink to clean herself up, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

It was time she needed to tell someone

On the fourth day, she suggested everyone should come over for a movie night. Megan rushes in the door with Lara and Daniela, iPad in one hand and in the other, a bag of chips.

"I brought my iPad to play Roblox with Yoonchae," Megan said, placing the bag of chips on the coffee table. "Daniela and Lara brought sushi too."

"I told you to leave your iPad because we're watching movies." Lara snatches the device from Megan's hand, "Unless you hate us."

"Of course, I do. You just took my iPad." Megan huffed.

Sophia rolled her eyes as she sat down in the middle of the couch, searching for a movie to play, "Guys, pick a movie. Manon is also bringing Chinese food."

"Can we watch Minions: The Rise of Gru, please, unnie?" Yoonchae begged, "Then, Toy Story 4."

"Ugh, I already watched it last week." Lara groaned.

"Well, I don't see you choosing a movie," Yoonchae rolled her eyes.

"Who made you this sassy?" Lara glared at the youngest girl.

"Your mom."

Manon walked into the apartment with two bags filled with Chinese takeout, placing it on the coffee table in front of Sophia. "Dinner is served, girlies."

The girls sat around the coffee table, organizing the food containers on the table. The movie hasn't started yet, so Sophia decided to break the silence.

"Guys..." She trailed off, holding her breath.

The girls all looked at her, curiosity in their eyes. "Yes, unnie?"

"You may have realized that I've been an ass towards Y/n." She lets out a shaky breath.

"Yeah, we know." Manon deadpanned.

"What? I didn't know. Why are you guys arguing?" Yoonchae asked in disbelief, betrayed that the girls knew before her.

"We didn't want to worry you." Daniela rubbed Yoonchae's arm, "But everything will be okay."

"I-I'm pregnant..." Sophia said quietly, averting her eyes to the food on the table. The secret has been holding her hostage for weeks now. She feels a sense of relief once those two words come out of her mouth, almost like she is acknowledging it instead of ignoring it.

"What?" The girls exclaimed, not sure whether to congratulate her or comfort her.

"Wait, I can eat your salmon nigiri!" Megan responded enthusiastically. The rest of the girls gave her a look that said not right now, "What? I'm just saying, more for us or me."

"How long have you known?" Lara asked.

"Umm, a little bit before we left for school." Sophia explained, "I missed my period for that month, and I thought it wasn't that serious because my period is irregular."

"I did not expect this to be honest," Manon said, "I genuinely don't know what to say. What's next?"

"I think I'm going to tell Y/n." Sophia nodded her head, "I've been so scared because what if she leaves me or won't love me anymore." Sophia's eyes began brimming with tears.

"That's crazy, unnie. Y/n loves you A LOT." Yoonchae sat next to Sophia, pulling her into a side hug, "I refuse to let my parents divorce."

The girls all agreed, rambling about how much you love Sophia and the things you would do for the Filipina. So Sophia decided to tell you over FaceTime during the weekend, a day when you both aren't busy and scattered.

On the fifth day, the silence was killing you. This has been the longest you've gone without any communication with Sophia. No good mornings/goodnights texts, no late-night calls, no selfie updates. Nothing. It was a Friday night, and you had just come back from a project site an hour away. The last thing you want to do is sulk in your apartment alone.

You decided to text your friends Vernon and Mingyu, and your coworker, Amelia. You asked them if they wanted to go to a bar and de-stress from the workload.

The four of you headed out to a bar, which was packed, and the music was blasting in your ears. The stickiness of the floor clung to your shoes as the four of you walked over to a booth table. Everyone sat down, minus Vernon. "First round on me! I'll surprise you guys."

After a few rounds, everyone was buzzed. Mingyu is dancing on the dancefloor with a random girl, you're leaning into Amelia's ear, whispering that Mingyu looks like a fool, and Vernon is recording the moment. Vernon posted the video on his instagram not thinking about it, because what is there to worry about? None of you was doing anything wrong.

Well, for Sophia, everything was wrong. She's friends with Mingyu and Vernon, of course, she has them on Instagram. Of course, Vernon wouldn't post that video knowing Y/n and Sophia are together, right? Unless Vernon thought they weren't together anymore.

Sophia looks at Vernon's story, pausing at each frame to see what you're doing with another girl. Too close, Amelia's hand on your arm, the laughter. Sophia has never seen this girl. You've never brought her up before. It's all too much for Sophia's brain. Her blood is boiling, gripping her phone tightly in her hand.

"Hey, are you okay?" Daniela asked cautiously. Manon and Lara looked over at the Filipina with a confused face.

"Y/n is at a bar with some bitch." Sophia spat out. "She thinks she can go fuck another bitch?"

"Whoa, what? Y/n would never do that." Lara defended your name, "Maybe it's a friend?"

"Yeah, right," Sophia let out a broken laugh, "I'm going first thing in the morning. Please drop me off at the airport in the morning." She stood up from the couch and walked into her room.

"I don't think Y/n would jeopardize their relationship with you, Soph." Manon said, following her into Sophia's bedroom, "Maybe it's all a mix-up. Do you think Vernon would post that knowing you're friends?"

"I don't care. Take me to the airport first thing in the morning, please." Sophia said with red eyes, "Please..."

Manon could only nod. She walked out of Sophia's room, closing the door behind her, into the living room, "Well, I'm taking her to the airport tomorrow, so y'all better come with me."

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It was the next day, and you slowly opened your eyes. The sunlight shining through your window, hitting your eyes at the right angle. You get up from your bed, groggily checking the time, 8 am. You do your morning routine: Brushing your teeth, putting on some running clothes, and heading out the door for a quick run.

At the same time, Sophia is boarding the plane. She didn't sleep at all last night. It didn't help that Mingyu and Vernon kept posting on their stories at 2 am with you in the background with the random girl. She scoffed, thinking I can't believe she dares to be around another girl. Sophia is not going to let this random girl break apart their relationship, even if they're on a break.

You were finishing up a 3-mile run. You decided to hit the grocery store to replenish your fridge, which was really needed. Your fridge only had milk, a rotten tomato, two steaks, three eggs, a half-eaten Snickers from Mingyu, and various herbs. As you stroll around the grocery store in no rush, Sophia is already on her way to your apartment. She's not sure what to find when she walks into your apartment. The girl? You two cuddling in your bed? Or a completely different girl.

She walks up to your door, the spare key jiggling on her keychain. She opens the door to be met with silence. She walks in, taking off her shoes, and sees yours aren't by the doorway. She walks around your apartment for any sign of your presence. She goes into your bedroom, checking the drawers to see if any condoms are missing or if any are in the trash.

What if you were too drunk to use a condom and went raw instead? What if you hid the evidence already? What if you were at the girl's place?

Sophia angrily walked out of your bedroom and plopped herself down on the couch. She pulled out her phone to check on your location and saw you were at the grocery store. After an hour, you were checking out and packing your groceries into your car. You made your way home and unloaded your groceries. You walked into the apartment, struggling with the three bags of groceries in your hand.

"Sophia?" You asked, surprised, not expecting your girlfriend to be here. "What're you doing here?" You quickly put down the groceries on the floor.

"Who's the bitch you're fucking!" She stood up quickly and walked over to you, index finger on your chest.

"What?"

"Do not play fucking stupid, Y/n. Who is she?"

"Babe, what are you talking about? I haven't slept with anyone besides you." You stated, taking a step back from Sophia, "Why are you accusing me of dumb shit?"

"You think this is funny, Y/n? You think you can go fuck whoever you want, all because we're on a break?" Sophia steps closer to you, each word stinging you. "You think you can embarrass me like that in front of our friends?

"Sophia! Stop. I haven't fucking done anything, okay." You grabbed your groceries and walked into the kitchen with Sophia following you behind. "If you came to argue, please leave. I've had enough of this bullshit. Your bullshit." You spat out, without thinking.

"Oh, you've had a rough time?" Sophia teased angrily, "Do you have any fucking idea how this is affecting me!"

"I don't know, Sophia. You seem perfectly fine without me. I've tried so hard to get your attention when I came down to visit, and all you can do is give me the cold shoulder." You started putting the groceries away in the fridge, avoiding eye contact with Sophia.

She laughed evilly, "Don't fucking put this on me." Sophia's losing it, tears welling up in her eyes. "You think it's funny fucking some other girl and maybe more while I'm carrying your child?"

You stopped in your tracks, putting the new gallon of milk in the fridge and slowly turning around to face Sophia, "W-what?"

"I'm pregnant, Y/n." The tears are running down her cheeks, ruining her mascara. You go towards Sophia, trying to pull her into a hug when she stops you, "Please, don't. Not when you're sleeping with someone else."

"Who are you talking about, bebe?" You say quietly, not wanting to break the girl even more.

"Vernon's story..." She sniffled, wiping her tears away with her hand, "and Mingyu's. You seemed close to that girl last night."

Your mouth made an "o" shape before replying to Sophia, "Mahal, that is a new coworker, she just started like three months ago." I reached for Sophia's hand, gently caressing it. "I would never cheat on you, even if we are on a break."

"I'm sorry, Y/n." Sophia broke down crying. You pulled her into a tight hug, giving her kisses on her head and rubbing her back to calm her down, "I've been scared to tell you. I thought you would leave me."

"Mahal, I would never leave you." You say gently, "I want to be there for you, always."

"I'm such a mess, I'm sorry. The hormones are making me act up, and I hate it." Sophia let herself relax into your arms, snuggling you tight as if you were to disappear if she let this moment slip away.

"Have you told your parents yet?"

Sophia shook her head. "I've told the girls two nights ago, but not my parents. I'm not sure what I want to do yet." Sophia responded honestly, "I'm just scared."

"Well, whatever you decide, I will support you all the way, Mahal." You kiss Sophia's forehead, "C'mon, let's order some breakfast and snuggle watching some movies, yeah?" You offered Sophia a warm smile.

Sophia nodded eagerly, taking you to the couch and stealing your phone to place an order, "Mm, french toast and waffles with some orange juice?"

"Whatever you and the baby want." You smile.

"Mahal kita." (I love you)

"Mahal din kita, bebe." (I love you too) You kiss Sophia gently on the lips. The rest of the day was spent cuddling on the couch, watching movies, and teasing Sophia for being jealous.

Hehe, first fic on tumblr. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. I'm too lazy, and grammarly sucks. I haven't written a fanfic since middle school LMFAO, so here this fic I whipped up. I hope y'all enjoy and lmk your thoughts or if u wanna become friends :)

ALSO, the girls just give UCSD vibes?? Like idk either UCSD or SDSU. This is for my California peeps.

Also I have no theme bc im too lazy so Im just doing whatever tbh.

Special thanks to saradika-graphics for the borders!

#Spotify

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goofymickeyr · 2 days ago

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No safe distance - Sophia Laforteza

Synopsis: She’s your boss, she’s a tease, you shouldn’t give in, but you do.

Pairings: Sophia x Masc G!P Reader

Genre: smut

Warning: 🔞, smut, Men and minors DNI

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The rain hit the windows like static, sheets of water blurring the skyline. The penthouse glowed gold from the inside, all soft lighting and champagne soaked silence. You stood at your usual post by the door arms folded, back straight, jaw clenched.

You just brought her back from the office.

The door behind you opens.

Sophia loves to make you uncomfortable.

She was barefoot in silk, robe tied in a lazy knot at her waist, the thin fabric molding to her every curve. Wine glass in her hand, looking at you up and down. Smirk on her face like she owns you.

Because she did. In a way.

She walked back into the penthouse leaving the door open, a silent command to follow her. She sits on the couch and crosses her legs

“You’re stiff tonight,”

she said, voice like smoke.

“More than usual. Is it the storm, or are you finally gonna admit you want to fuck me?”

Your throat tightened.

“Im your bodyguard Ms. Laforteza, I’m here to protect you”

Sophia stood up slowly, walking toward you. Each step deliberate, teasing, cruel. The robe slipped slightly off her shoulder. She didn’t fix it. She saw it, the way your eyes fell onto her exposed shoulder even if it was just for a split second.

"Protect me?"

Her finger traced the seam of your vest.

“You’ve stared at my mouth every night this week.”

You didn’t move.

"Say something."

You shifted, pulse quickening, jaw flexing.

“This isn’t professional Ms. Laforteza”

Sophia smirked.

“I didn’t ask you to be professional,”

She whispered against your ear.

“Im asking you to serve, is that what you do too?”

Her hand slid down to your belt. Fingers brushed the outline of your growing length. Your breath caught.

She looked up at you.

“Hard already?”

You grabbed her wrist. Tight.

“Sophi-”

But she didn’t flinch. She leaned in, lips brushing your ear.

“Use that cock on me, or I’ll find someone else who will.”

A growl left your throat.

You pushed her back gently, but firm onto the couch. The wine glass dropped to the floor with a shatter neither of you noticed. Her robe fell completely open. Your hand gripped her thigh, lifting it, wrapping it around your waist, Her lips parted, triumphant, as if she'd won the game she invented.

"You’re so easy to break,"

she whispered, both legs wrapping around your waist.

“Now show me how hard you can fuck.”

You didn’t make her wait.

You picked her up and carried her to the bedroom

Her back hit the bed with a soft gasp, but it wasn’t from pain, it was anticipation. Sophia's eyes glinted, wild and dark, the kind of look that told you she wanted to be ruined and worshipped all at once.

“Take it out,”

she ordered, voice low, lips brushing yours but never kissing.

“Show me what you’ve been hiding under all that armor.”

You obeyed.

Your hands trembled, just a little, as you undid your belt, your zipper. Her robe was already gone, puddled at foot of her bed, her skin glowing in the warm light, soft curves, hardened nipples, legs open just enough to drive you mad.

When your cock sprang free, heavy and flushed, she exhaled sharply.

“I knew you were big.”

You gritted your teeth. She grabbed it in one hand, slow strokes that made your knees lock. Her grip was firm, Cruel, Possessive

"This belongs to me now,"

she said, tilting her chin.

“Understand?”

You nodded

“Use your Words.”

She spat.

“…Yes, ma’am.”

Her smile turned feral. She pulled you closer, guiding your tip to her entrance, slick and hot. You could barely breathe. Her eyes stared into yours, her hips rolled forward not gentle, not shy just in, she was tight and warm around you.

She moaned softly. Not from pain. From power. The power she had over you.

“Good girl”

she whispered in your ear, nails digging into your shoulder.

“Don’t move. Let me use you.”

And use you she did. Oh boy did she use you.

She rolled her hips upward slowly at first, making you feel every inch. You were buried to the hilt, held still by her strength, her control, her rules. Her hands dug into your hair, tugging your head back so she could kiss your throat bite it.

“You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you?”

she whispered.

“Following me around all day like a good little dog, ready to be let off the leash.”

You whimpered , low and helpless, she flipped the position, now she was on top, you were still buried deep in her.

She started riding harder. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the air, her breath warm on your neck, your hands gripping her waist, but she was still in charge. She grinded against you, chasing her own pleasure, using you like her personal toy.

You were throbbing inside her, barely holding back.

She made you feel inferior.

“Don’t you come yet Y/n”,

she growled, tightening her grip on your throat.

“I’ll tell you when.”

Your body was shaking with restraint. Every muscle burned. Her voice was velvet or silk, you couldn’t tell, your mind was clouded, trying your best to withhold the burst.

She stared at you, not once did she looked away from your eyes, you were drowning in those chocolate orbs.

Finally, her breath hitched, hips stuttering, legs trembling. You felt her walls tighten around you, squeezing, milking, owning. She moaned your name through her orgasm, biting your shoulder as she came hard.

And then, finally.

“Now.”

You came like you’d been waiting for years. Deep inside her, hands gripping her thighs, forehead pressed against her neck. It felt like surrender. It felt like heaven.

Sophia smirked as your body rested back into the bed, trembling. Chasing a breath you lost.

She kissed you then. Just once, and it was enough to send your mind spiraling.

“Clean up,”

she said, voice steady.

“Then switch out with the other body guard, go home and rest, we have a long day tomorrow”

She got off you and walked to her bathroom, you stared at her naked retrieving figure.

Ms. Laforteza will be the death of you.

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Ms. laforteza, please, take it easy.

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goofymickeyr · 3 days ago

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vampire sophia x werewolf reader

Oh Bite me - Sophia Laforteza

Synopsis: Never as deep as the clan made it seem

Pairings: Vamp!Sophia x Werewolf G!p Reader

Genre: fluff?, Idk

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They say vampires and werewolves have hated each other for centuries.

You never questioned it growing up, not when your pack drilled it into your skull every full moon.

“Bloodsuckers are liars.”

“Don’t turn your back on one unless you want fangs in it.”

And definitely not when your cousin got into a brawl with one at the same college you share last year and came back missing half an ear.

Not today, when a couple members of the Vampire clan should up at the Local hang out spot, Today, on a Friday, the day both clans agreed that Werewolves would have the spot for themselves, and the Vampires get Tuesdays.

Enough time for the smell of ‘wet mutt’ as they say to leave the spot.

The air was thick with tension.

Two clans stood on either side fangs bared, hackles raised, egos bigger than the sun over head. The vampires, regal and cold as the night, cloaked in dark velvet and smugness. And your pack, raw and grounded, muscles coiled tight, eyes glowing with ancient fury.

You stood near the front, arms crossed, pretending not to scan the group for her.

Then, she stepped forward; Sophia Laforteza. Dripping with elegance and contempt. A vision in black with a mouth as lethal as her bite.

“Well, well,”

she called out, her voice ringing clear through the tension.

“Did you bring the whole flea circus, or is this just a family reunion?”

A few of the vampires chuckled behind her.

You stepped forward, raising a brow.

“Didn’t realize you could show up to a casual hang dressed like Dracula’s mistress.”

Her eyes sparkled.

“You jealous, puppy?”

Your tongue swiped over your bottom lip quickly.

“Jealous of what?, you like an emo kid, what?, mommy and daddy doesn’t give princess Sophia enough attention?”

You fake pouted.

A gasp from both sides. Someone behind you muttered,

“Oh, hell.”

Sophia stepped even closer, face inches from yours now, her tone sweetly dangerous.

“Careful, mutt. You’re one bad joke away from me burying you in designer heels.”

You smirked.

“And you’re one pout away from getting a kiss.”

Silence.

You both froze for half a second too long.

Sophia’s eyes widened at you, silently begging you to fix it,

“A- a kiss from my fist”

You tried to cover up your mistake, internally groaning, you can see Sophia is trying her best not to laugh you.

Then she rolled her eyes with a scoff and turned sharply back toward her clan.

“Whatever”

Later.

Far from the spot, far from both clans. Deeper into the woods. Past where the trees grow thick and the moonlight barely filters in. Where the all elders warn the clans not to go alone by any means.

You’re pressed to a large old tree, trunk digging into your back , panting, not from running, but from the way you’ve been devouring each other.

Sophia’s fingers are tangled in your hair, her lipstick smudged and perfect in its destruction. Your hands grip her waist, pulling her closer, needing her like she’s air.

Her hand moving to your chest, down your abdomen where she likes it.

“You’re such an idiot,”

she breathes between kisses, fangs barely grazing your lower lip.

“You were flirting in front of everyone, you should’ve seen the look on your pack’s faces”

Smiling against your lips

“I couldn’t help myself, you looked so good, I wanted to take you right then and there, plus you started it.”

Breathlessly whispering between kisses

“You liked it.”

“Loved it,”

you admit, kissing her again, slower now.

“You’re so dramatic when you’re mad. Gets me going.”

She laughs; thats rare, a real laugh you only ever hear out here in the dark.

“You’re lucky I’m into reckless, arrogant wolves with bad pickup lines.”

“Oh so there are other wolves?”

You smile at her when she pulls back, rubbing her thumb on your face and looking into your eyes.

“Its only you my love”

Pressing her forehead on yours.

“Well you’re lucky I have a thing for moody, bloodsucking Vampires, I mean, have you seen Lara?, She is s-”

Her hand finds your crutch and her nails starts to dig into it, you let out a cry, trying to laugh the pain away.

“Finish that sentence and you won’t be able to breed. Ever.”

“I was joking my love”

You wheezed out as she released you

“There’s no one else for me, only you, forever.”

Her lips find yours again, and you melt into it, into her. The hatred, the feud, the centuries of war; it all fades out here. Out in the woods, there’s no alpha. No queen. No bloodlines or oaths.

Just you. Just her. Just two people who shouldn’t be in love, but are anyway.

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Sophiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

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goofymickeyr · 4 days ago

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Shy - Daniela Avanzini

Synopsis: Daniela notices her Manager can’t handle a compliment, so she starts her mischief.

Pairing: Daniela x G!p / Masc Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested by 🕸️ Anon

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The KATSEYE girls were in the middle of a chaotic schedule; photo shoots, interviews, rehearsals, barely enough time to breathe. As one the group's manager, you were always one step ahead, clipboard in one hand, water bottle in the other, constantly checking on everyone like a backstage general.

You were also always doing mini runs for the girls. Coffee? You got it, Food? No problem, The girls forgot something at home; you’re already on your way.

Daniela noticed it early on; how you always dodged the spotlight, staying behind the camera, the curtain, or the dressing room door, Mask on, Cap low .You worked hard, and everyone appreciated it, but the second anyone tried to thank you or compliment your efforts, you’d flush and wave it off like it was nothing. Becoming a Stuttering mess.

But Daniela? She wasn't having it. She wanted to do something about it.

It started with small things.

“You handled that last minute schedule change like a pro Y/n”

she said after you smoothed over a time switch with a snappy call and a cool head.

You blinked, fumbled a little, and muttered,

“Wasn’t a big deal…”

Then later at lunch, you already made a run out; making sure to order everything the exact way they liked it.

“You always know exactly what we need before we even ask. It’s like you’re psychic.”

Your ears turned red.

“I just pay attention.”

Daniela grinned.

She made it her personal mission that day: get you to accept a compliment. Just one, or maybe it wasn’t a mission at all, maybe she just wanted to see you blush.

Later, while the group was doing choreography rehearsals, you were standing off to the side with your arms crossed, watching carefully. Daniela’s eyes flicked toward you during a water break.

She wandered over, leaned against the wall beside you, stretching her water bottle out; instinctively you opened it for her, she tilted her head.

“You know, you look really handsome when you’re focused like that,”

she said smoothly.

You choked slightly on your water.

“Wh—what?”

“I said,”

she repeated, her grin widening,

“You look really handsome when you’re focused. Kind of intimidating, actually. In a hot way.”

You nearly dropped your clipboard.

“Why do you say stuff like that?”

you asked, voice tight with embarrassment, cheeks flaming.

“Because it’s true,”

she shrugged, biting back a smile.

Later in the evening you’d helped the stylists carry wardrobe racks into the dressing rooms, you were sweating a little. The group was taking a break, and Daniela caught sight of you lifting two racks at once without breaking a sweat.

“Okay, now you’re just showing off,”

she teased.

You looked over at her, confused.

“What?”

“You seriously going to pretend you don’t know how hot your arms look right now?”

she said, walking past and lightly squeezing your bicep.

“These muscles? Mmm,I’d pay gym membership fees just to watch you workout.”

You damn near combusted on the spot.

At the end of the day, Daniela sat beside you on the couch in the staff lounge, casually sipping tea. You were still tense from being relentlessly flattered, and she was loving every second.

“You know,”

she said, bumping her knee against yours,

“it’s really cute how shy you get.”

You let out a breath, finally cracking a smile.

“You’re relentless Dani.”

“Mm, I love the way you say my name and I’m being honest,”

she replied.

“And maybe a little obsessed with how adorable you are when you’re flustered.”

You turned your head to look at her. She was close; closer than usual.

“I’m not used to… compliments,”

you admitted quietly.

“Well,”

she said, her voice softening,

“get used to me, then. Because I plan on giving you a lot more.”

Her pinky finger was touching yours slightly.

And you didn’t pull away.

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goofymickeyr · 4 days ago

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Sophia Laforteza x Reader

Hatred erupts when the reader's vacation pictures with Sophia appear online. The reader is left reeling from the hate speech after being accused of being using the popstar for money and worse. Sophia intervenes when she notices her distress, offering the reader consoling embraces, endless, distracting movies, and assurance. The reader gradually recovers and remembers that their relationship—rather than the baseless opinions of strangers—is what really counts thanks to Sophia's unwavering love and affection.

The sun felt warm on your skin, and a soft breeze blew through your hair. You were relaxing on a beach chair, happy and peaceful. This was the break you both really needed. You and Sophia had planned this trip for months.

It was an island, far from all the cameras that usually followed Sophia around. Here, you could just be yourselves. No cameras, no work, just the sound of the ocean and Sophia right there with you.

Sophia, always full of energy, was already splashing in the clear blue water. Her laughter made you smile. These moments were special, not like your usual busy lives. You reached for your phone to take a quick picture of the beautiful view, but then you saw a message.

Your heart sank a little. It was from your manager. You had agreed to keep your phone on for emergencies, but you really wanted to forget about work completely.

You opened the message, and a cold feeling hit you. It was a link to a story online. The big words at the top screamed, "BREAKING NEWS: SOPHIA CAUGHT ON VACATION WITH MYSTERY PARTNER! FANS OUTRAGED! Is Beloved Superstar Sophia Dating... Her Assistant?! Shocking Photos Spark Fan Frenzy!"

Below it, there was a blurry picture of you and Sophia walking hand-in-hand at the airport with your bags. You could clearly see your face. The story was already full of comments, a mix of guesses and really mean words.

Lafortezaswifeu: Ugh, another nobody trying to use Sophia for fame and money Gnarliikarlie: She's not even pretty enough for Sophia! What is Sophia thinking?! Meiyokie: Seriously? THAT's who Sophia picks? My grandma looks better! MeretLovesBeret: Bet she's just in it for the free trips and fancy life. Disgusting. Bohbahtea: Sophia, dump her! Your true fans want you to be with someone amazing, not... that. Sowfiyuh: Is she even famous? Does she even do anything? Sophia deserves a real star! YoonChocolateChipue: This is why celebrities shouldn't trust just anyone. She's clearly using Sophia. LahrahRaj69: Can you imagine the interviews? 'So, how does it feel to date someone who’s actually talented?' Awkward. Elizabeth01: I'm unfollowing Sophia if she keeps this up. My idol is falling.

Your fingers trembled as you scrolled, each hateful word a fresh, burning wound. The beautiful day suddenly felt dark and cloudy. The warm sun turned into a heavy, suffocating heat. You knew, in your mind, that dating someone as famous as Sophia came with tough problems.

You'd seen the hate she got, the constant watching but you always thought you'd be strong enough to handle it, like a solid rock in her storm. Now, with it aimed straight at you, it felt completely different. It felt personal. It felt like your world was crashing down.

Sophia, noticing you had suddenly stopped moving, came out of the water. Water drops stuck to her skin like sparkling jewels. "Everything okay, babe?" she asked, her eyebrows pulling together with worry as she saw how stiff your shoulders were and how pale your face had become.

You couldn't even speak. You just silently handed her your phone. The screen still showed the mean comments. Her eyes read the words, and you watched her bright smile slowly disappear. Instead, she looked mad and sad. She put her arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You leaned into her hug, silently asking for comfort.

"Don't read any more of it, mahal," she whispered, her voice soft but firm. She took the phone from your hand and put it face down on the table next to you. "It's just noise. Mean, ugly noise from people who don't know you, who don't know us. They’re just jealous or they want attention."

Tears came to your eyes. "But... but it hurts, Sophia," you whispered, your voice shaky. "They're saying such awful things. About me. About us."

She held your face in her hands, gently wiping away the tears that had started to fall. Her eyes, usually so bright, were now sad. "I know it hurts, my love. I am so sorry that you're going through this. You don't deserve it. You deserve all the good things in the world, and definitely not this kind of hate."

She pulled you into a tight hug, holding you against her chest as if to keep you safe from the cruel words. You buried your face in her neck, breathing in her familiar smell, a mix of sunscreen and her special perfume. It was a smell that always made you feel calm, like home.

"Let's get out of here," she said, her voice a little muffled against your hair. "Let's go back to the house. We'll leave all this ugliness behind."

Back at the private house, Sophia took charge. She closed the curtains, making the living room soft and dim. Then she put on some gentle music, the kind that always made you feel calm. You were still feeling emotional, the mean words replaying in your mind, but Sophia's presence was comforting you.

"Come here," she said, patting the soft couch cushion next to her. You curled up next to her, and she immediately put her arms around you, pulling you close until your head rested on her shoulder. She started to gently stroke your hair, a soothing motion that made you feel incredibly peaceful.

"How about we watch something silly?" she suggested, her voice a low whisper in your ear. "Romantic Comedy?"

You managed a weak nod. "That sounds... nice."

She scrolled through the movie options, finally picking a classic, one you both loved because it was sweet and you knew how it would end. As the movie started, Sophia shifted, pulling a soft blanket over both of you. You felt her body warmth, the steady beat of her heart against your cheek.

She didn't try to make you talk. She understood that sometimes, being quiet was the best way to comfort someone. She just held you, her fingers still gently moving through your hair, sometimes pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You found yourself slowly relaxing, the tightness in your shoulders gradually easing. The mean words didn't completely disappear, but their sharp edges began to soften, dulled by the quiet, close moment.

As the movie played, Sophia sometimes whispered something funny or pointed out a sweet part. You found yourself chuckling softly a few times, a sound that felt strange after feeling so upset earlier. Her laughter, light and real, was contagious.

After the movie ended, Sophia didn't move. She just kept holding you, her grip firm and comforting. The room glowed softly from the TV screen, and the only sounds were your quiet breaths and the gentle hum of the air conditioning.

"Feeling a little better, mahal?" she finally asked, her voice barely a whisper.

You lifted your head, looking into her eyes. They were looking at you with so much love and admiration. "A little," you admitted, a small, real smile finally appearing on your face. "Thank you, Fifi. For... everything."

She kissed your forehead, a long, soft kiss that showed more comfort than any words could. "You don't ever have to thank me for being there for you," she said, her voice a bit rough with emotion.

"You're my everything, Y/N and anyone who tries to make you feel less, who tries to hurt you, they're just wrong. Their opinions don't matter. The only thing that matters is how we feel about each other, and how we know our love is real."

She moved a little, pulling you even closer, if that was possible. "This is our vacation, remember? Our time to get away and be together. We're not going to let some strangers online ruin that. We're going to make new memories, happy memories, that push out all the bad stuff."

Then she started telling funny stories from past trips, tales of silly mistakes and fun surprises that made you laugh until your stomach hurt. She talked about future trips she wanted to take with you, places she wanted to see, things she wanted to do. With each story, with each dream shared, the ugly comments from earlier seemed to shrink, becoming smaller and less important.

The next few days of your vacation showed how much Sophia cared. She made it her goal to give you so much love and attention that the pain of online hate would completely disappear.

Every morning, you woke up to her gentle kisses and the smell of fresh coffee. She'd insist on making your favorite breakfast, even if it meant trying to find ingredients in the house kitchen that she wasn't used to. This sometimes led to funny burnt food, which only made you laugh harder.

Your days were filled with quiet moments together. You spent hours by the private pool, with Sophia insisting on putting sunscreen on your back, her fingers touching your skin for a moment longer. You read books side-by-side, sometimes sharing a part that you liked, or just enjoying the peaceful quiet with each other.

Evenings were for your new special routine of comfort cuddles and movie nights. Sophia had picked out a bunch of feel-good movies, from old cartoons to silly romantic comedies.

She'd carefully arrange the pillows on the couch, making sure you were super comfy before pulling you into her arms. She'd trace shapes on your back with her fingers, hum along to the movie music, and whisper sweet things in your ear.

One evening, as you were snuggled together, watching a particularly heartwarming part of a movie, you felt a sense of calmness wash over you. The anger and hurt from the earlier mean comments had mostly gone away, replaced by gratitude for the woman next to you.

"You know," you began, your voice soft, "They can say whatever they want. They can try to bring us down but they don't know you, Sophia. They don't know how incredibly kind and caring you are. They don't know how you can make a bad day instantly better just by being yourself."

Sophia hugged you tighter. "And they don't know you, Y/N," she replied, her voice a bit emotional. "They don't know how strong you are, how you bounce back, how beautiful your heart is. They don't know how much joy you bring into my life and honestly, them not knowing? Their loss."

She gently lifted your chin, her eyes sparkling with love. "We have each other, my love and that's all that truly matters. The noise outside might be loud, but our love? Our love is louder. It drowns out all the bad stuff."

You leaned in and kissed her, a long, soft kiss that said so much. It was a kiss of thanks and of love. In that moment, surrounded by the comfort of the house and Sophia's warm hug, you knew she was right.

The online hate was like a quick storm, but your love for Sophia, and her love for you, was the strong base that would get you through any bad weather.

The rest of your vacation continued like a happy dream, full of closeness and joy. You went to beaches, found hidden waterfalls, and had private dinners under the stars. Sophia made sure your days were full of laughter, adventure, and countless tender moments. She'd bring you your favorite snacks, offer a comforting hand to hold, and constantly remind you how much you were loved and cared for.

Each time you saw her easily handle a curious look from a faraway tourist, or cleverly shield you from a random phone camera, you remembered how fiercely she protected you. She was your shield, your safe place, and your greatest comfort.

By the time you packed your bags to leave, the memory of the online hate had faded into a faint memory. Instead, your mind was filled with new, happy memories.

You realized that true love wasn't just about grand gestures, but also about the quiet, constant acts of comfort and reassurance. It was in the gentle hugs, the shared laughs, the understanding, and the presence that Sophia offered.

As you got on the plane, holding Sophia's hand, you looked at her, and a sense of peace settled over you. You knew there would be other tough times, other moments when people would watch you, but you also knew that with Sophia by your side, you could face anything. Her love was your safe haven, and in her arms, you were always safe, always loved, and always, truly, home.

a/n: Honestly, this was sitting on my drafts for too long, even before I started writing Bad Blood. This was a request made by 🥛anon way back. This one's short eh?

#Spotify

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goofymickeyr · 4 days ago

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- KARVA CHAUTH, L.R

"Ignorance is not bliss! And when it comes to getting to know Lara and her culture, you wanted to be an expert. Even if your brain sabotaged you sometimes."

warnings - fluff, reader is kind of stupid, but in a passive way. (request)

now playing - Ocho Rios, by Daniel Caesar

"girl i don't deserve you, you're the one i turn to, never meant to hurt you"

The sun hit your face like a natural alarm. The rays of sunlight coming through the curtains didn't make the bed any less cold; only Lara could make your bed warm, and she wasn't by your side now. Frowning, you threw the blanket off your body and headed straight for the bathroom, praying that your girlfriend would be there.

Lara had a few days off, and she convinced you to spend a few days at her parents' house, enjoying the company she missed so much. For Lara, having you and her family together was the best of both worlds, and she wouldn't choose to spend those days off any other way.

You love the Rajs, they are your second family and they accepted you the moment Lara introduced you as her girlfriend. You never had any problems visiting them, at that point, you saw them more than your own family. So you certainly didn't understand when Lara practically begged you to go with her on this visit. You found it strange how she feared you would say no, how she was cautious in asking you to go with her, instead of just telling you to pack your bags as she always did.

Yes, you had a bossy girlfriend, and you loved it.

Returning to the bedroom, you were surprised to see your girlfriend lying face down, scrolling through her phone, as if she hadn't just left you to freeze to death alone in bed a few minutes ago.

Smiling, you approached her, squeezing her butt—which was only covered by tiny pajama shorts—and lying down next to her. Your right arm wrapped around the Indian girl's slim waist as your lips reached her cheek.

“You left me alone...” Your voice was soft, almost as if you wanted Lara to feel sorry for leaving you out in the cold.

Smiling, the black-haired girl turned off her phone, throwing it on the mattress as she slowly leaned toward you.

"Sorry about that, baby. I was with my mom downstairs." Lara's lips reached your jawline, making you close your eyes and enjoy the affection she was giving you.

“Damn, you even had breakfast without me?!” Falling dramatically, you unwound your arm from Lara's waist, placing both hands on your chest in a sign of pain.

The woman's laughter filled the room, making you smile while still pretending to be dead.

“Actually... I'm not going to eat today.” Her hands made their way to your hair, gently combing it back.

Upon hearing the sentence, you raised your head, already imagining a thousand things that could have happened to make her not want to eat.

“What do you mean?” You leaned on your elbows, looking at your girlfriend with slight concern. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“Relax, I'm fine.” Lara smiled at you, that typical smile that gave you goosebumps.

Taking advantage of her position on the bed, the Indian girl climbed onto your lap, placing both legs on either side of your body. Your hands quickly grabbed her thighs, smiling as you let yourself relax on the soft mattress.

“You know... there's a reason I wanted us to come here this weekend.” Lara began by placing her hands on your chest to steady herself on top of you.

“What did you plan?” You asked, knowing that something unusual was coming from your girlfriend.

“So, there's this thing that happens once a year.” Lara began to explain. Her voice sounded hesitant, but she seemed quite excited as well. “Karva Chauth, we celebrate on the fourth day after the full moon of the Hindu month of Kartika.”

You had no idea what she was talking about, but you could listen to her talk for the rest of your life about anything. You loved Lara, and loving her also meant that you were in love with everything about her culture. You loved it when she let you try new foods, or when she taught you more about her culture in general.

“Okay, that sounds cool. I assume the celebration is today?” you asked.

“Yes, but it's not exactly what you're thinking.” Lara continued. “It's a traditional festival, mainly for married women in northern India, who fast from sunrise to sunset in prayer for the health and longevity of their husbands. So, I decided to join my mother and fast for you!”

Lara's smile was wide, she was proud of herself, happy to be doing something so symbolic and cultural in your relationship.

“Wow, that sounds really nice, honey.” Her smile grew. “But we're not married.”

You didn't mean any harm, you swear you didn't. But the way Lara's smile faded made your heart sink. You didn't want to seem ungrateful, you just wanted to know more about how you two weren't actually married, so did that mean things were still the same? Did you have to do something too? Or did you just have to be the idiot who stumbled over your own words as usual?

Lara got off you so quickly that you didn't even feel it.

“Yeah, you're right, we're not married.”

You despaired.

“No, wait. Lara, babe! I didn't mean it!” You saw her get up from the bed, grab her white coat, and head for the bedroom door.

“It's okay, I'm fine.” She wasn't fine. "Anyway, I just came up to get my coat and talk to you. I'm going out with Rhea and my mom, but I'll be back soon.

“Lara...” She didn't answer. “I love you!”

The door slammed shut.

You spent a long time in Lara's room, researching every little thing you could about Karva Chauth. You felt foolish for being rude to Lara, even though you didn't mean to be. It was late afternoon, the sun was still shining, but in a few hours it would set.

Lara still hadn't returned.

You quietly descended the stairs. The house was completely silent and no one was in sight. You walked outside, more precisely to the pool area, just to catch a glimpse of Lara's father's silhouette.

Sri Rajagopalan would be the best father-in-law you could ask for, and Kavita was not far behind. They were the best, you couldn't be more grateful to have someone like them in your life. So at that moment, you recognized that there was no one better than Mr. Raj to advise you.

“Hey, Mr. Raj...” You felt out of place. Hands in your pockets and restless attitude.

“Hey, Kid.” He glanced at you briefly, sitting on one of the lounge chairs.

“The girls aren't back yet?” You knew the answer.

“Nah, but I think they must be close.” Reaching out, he patted the lounge chair next to him. “Come on, sit down. You look like you're about to explode. All because Lara isn't back yet?” He laughed at his own question.

You snorted to hide your laughter, approaching the pool and sitting down next to the older man.

“Actually, I think I did something stupid...” You rested your elbows on your knees, burying your head in your hands.

“All right, you really seem to be suffering.” You felt comforting pats on your back. “Tell me what happened, and I'll see if I can help you.”

Taking a deep breath, you sat up straight in your chair, swallowing hard and preparing to tell your girlfriend's father how you had probably hurt his daughter's feelings.

“Well, today is a special day, right?!” you began.

“Oh yes! Karva Chauth. What about it?”

“Well, Lara told me all about this tradition early this morning. And then she said she was going to fast for me.” You paused for a second, carefully considering what to say. “And after that, I may or may not have said something that made her mad at me...”

Mr. Raj's eyebrows furrowed.

“What did you say?” He asked.

You sighed.

“I... said that we're not married.” Before the man next to you could speak, you cut him off. "But I swear I didn't mean any harm. I just wanted to know how it would work! I mean, we're not really married, at least not yet, because I want to marry her, I'm crazy for her! I just wanted to know if I needed to do something too, or if anything changed because we're not exactly married, I didn't want to hurt her, I just didn't think before I spoke and ended up stumbling over my words, I..."

“Yn!” Mr. Raj interrupted you.

You didn't even realize you were rambling, or that you were practically pulling your hair out in an outburst next to Lara's father. Looking at him, you saw that he didn't look angry, not even a trace of anger on his face. Not even after you told him how you made his daughter upset with you.

“Look, there's a reason I like you.” His gaze was serene. “You treat my daughter like a queen. I see the way you look at Lara, the way you take care of her, how you're always doing everything possible and impossible to give her everything she wants.” He paused to laugh softly. “You do everything Lara tells you to like a little puppy, kid. She has your location in real time. I've seen her fight with you because you were spending too much time playing video games, and you didn't even wait for her to finish before turning off the game!”

You laughed at his words. It was all true.

“I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt her...” He continued. “In fact, I think she would really hurt YOU if you tried to hurt her.”

You both laughed. It was true, you were completely in love with this girl, you would never do anything bad to her. And Lara certainly wouldn't tolerate any funny business from you.

“Mistakes happen, yn. All you have to do is talk to her. Admit your mistake, and love her as she deserves to be loved.” You listened to him carefully. "I've been married for a long time, and I know what I'm talking about! If you want to redeem yourself, make an effort, prove to her that you care."

“Thank you, Mr. Raj.” You smiled, grateful to have the man's support. “Can you help me with something?”

The Raj girls arrived home before sunset. Lara opened the door without paying much attention, chatting with her mother and sister, too busy to notice you standing there.

You cleared your throat, making the women to look at you. Lara seemed calmer, but she was definitely still upset. No matter how many times she saw you in a day, if she walked away from you, when she came back she would give you a warm welcome.

“Babe, can you come with me?” You were strangely restless, and Lara noticed it. Her father was right behind you, and Lara looked at him before turning her eyes toward her mother and sister.

Kavita nodded, silently telling Lara to follow you. The Indian girl grabbed your hand, which was extended to her. You saw her hands painted with henna and smiled slightly, bringing her hand to your lips and kissing the spot with paint.

Climbing the stairs, neither you nor Lara dared to say a word, silence reigned between you, even though it screamed curiosity, anxiety, and uncertainty.

You led her to the room you shared. Stopping at the door, you turned to face the black-haired girl.

"It's okay. First, I want to apologize for the way I spoke to you this morning. I didn't mean to hurt you, I just didn't measure my words, and I ended up using them in the wrong tone. I love you, Lara, and I would never try to hurt you."

Your hands rose to her cheeks, caressing them lightly with your fingertips. Lara's eyes softened, and she leaned into your touch.

"I know. I'm sorry for getting so upset. I should have explained things before and asked you if you wanted me to do that." Lara's hands reached for your wrists. Running her thumbs delicately over your bulging veins, she tilted her head to the side and kissed the palm of your hand.

“Well. Now, what I really want you to see...”

Letting go of the Indian woman, you opened the bedroom door, pulling her inside gently.

Lara was shocked. The room was lit with candles and indirect light, incense burned slowly, leaving the room fragrant. On the bed was a tray full of everything she could imagine. Fruit, juice, and yogurt...

It seemed much cozier than usual.

Closing the door behind you, you locked it, not wanting anything to disturb your moment.

"After you left, I researched everything about Karva Chauth. I spent so many hours researching it thoroughly, I didn't eat anything all day because I wanted to fast with you. In gratitude.“ Your hand grabbed hers, finally bringing her out of shock and making her look at you. ”I talked to your dad and asked for his help with all of this. I'm sorry about that, babe. I may make mistakes sometimes, but I just ask that you be patient with me, to teach me everything I don't know about you. Because I'll never get tired of learning!"

With tears in her eyes, Lara clung to you, hugging your shoulders as if you were a lifeline.

And you were.

Her lifeline.

Lara didn't wait for you to break the embrace, she lifted her head from your chest, only to grab the back of your neck and pull you into a kiss full of love. Your tongues met perfectly, and her lips tasted as sweet as honey. Your grip on her waist made Lara melt in your arms, and the longing she had felt all day was being killed in that moment.

“I love you, babe.” Her breathing was irregular, her pupils were dilated, and her eyes conveyed passion. “You are mine forever!”

“Forever, my love!”

I want to thank the anon who send me this request! I truly loved writing this story!

This anon hits the mark every time — it’s the same one who requested Netflix and (not) chill. Anyway, I changed a few things from the original request bc I felt that having Lara with her family at this moment would fit better for the story to progress.

I hope the anon doesn’t mind.

Anyway, stay safe and drink water,

xoxo, spider.

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goofymickeyr · 6 days ago

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E=mc² : Error 404 - Lara Raj

Synopsis: Lara has a crush, You have a crush, You crush on each other.

Pairings: Lara x G!P Reader (Loser)

Genre: Fluff

Tags: College AU

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Lara didn’t really need help with math. Not that day. Not ever, really. But when she saw you sitting alone in the corner of the library; hoodie on, headphones dangling around your neck, super focused on your notes; with 3 books opened in front of you, she found herself walking over without thinking too hard about it.

“Hey,”

she said, casually sliding into the chair next to you; she took notice to the Spiderman comic on your lap; she thought about how cute you looked.

“This problem’s killing me. Mind giving me a hand?”

You looked up, eyes wide behind your glasses, a little startled. You always looked a little startled when people talked to you. Especially her. You don’t really have friends, so you don’t interact with others. Pushing your notebook aside, you clear the spot in front of you so you can accommodate her; quickly running a hand through your hair making sure you don’t look like you were just electrocuted because Lara was staring at you.

“Uh. Yeah. Sure.”

Your voice came out louder and squeakier than expected, clearing your throat embarrassingly.

You leaned over to show her the steps ; making sure your voice is back to the normal volume , your gestures are precise. Your hand brushed hers once, and you pulled back like you’d touched a hot stove; your stomach did a flip and now your face is warm. Lara smiled to herself.

You were blushing. Bright red. Just like always.If you blushed any harder you would fog up your glasses. You were a doomed being.

Later that afternoon, at the café, the ambush came.

“So,”

Sophia said, dragging out the word looking around the table, making eye contact with all the girls as if she was signaling them to start the teasing.

“Did math finally humble you, or were you just trying to flirt with the human version of 404? This is the same person that would trip over WiFi signals by the way.”

Sophia snorted at her own joke

“I think she’s cute,”

Lara said, rolling her eyes; sipping her drink innocently.

“Cute?”

Megan said, nearly choking on her muffin.

“She doesn’t talk to anyone. I’m not even sure she knows how to.

“She apologized to the door the other day. It closed on her.”

Daniela said laughing.

“She’s just shy,”

Lara said, rolling her eyes, but the blush on her cheeks gave her away.

“Oh my god,”

Manon gasped.

“You blushed when she explained that problem, didn’t you?”

“No”

Lara said that way too fast.

Yoonchae smirked.

“That’s a yes.”

“I was just; It was warm in there.”

“Lara,”

Sophia said, leaning in.

“We’ve all seen you flirt. You’re like a sniper. You do the hair flip, the laugh, the ‘accidental’ touches. You like her.”

Lara sighed, half-defeated, half-swooning.

“I do. She’s awkward, and kind, and so whole hearted it hurts. I saw her give water to a cat last week at the park, she poured the whole bottle in a cup and then when she was done she realized she didn’t even have any water left for herself. I like the way she stares at her notebook like it owes her money. And I like how nervous she gets around me.”

“You’re a menace,”

Megan grinned.

“You’re gonna make that poor girl short circuit.”

“She already does, She blushes every time I compliment her Minecraft hoodie. I swear, I touched her arm earlier and she nearly died.”

Lara said, eyes lighting up.

“She’s not gonna make a move, though. You’ll have to do it.”

Yoonchae said.

“I know,”

Lara said with a shrug.

“But I kind of love watching her squirm. So maybe I’ll give her a little more time to figure it out.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

Daniela Asked

Lara smiled, leaning back in her chair.

“Then I’ll ask her to help me with math again. And this time, I’ll kiss her.”

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This is cute, Part 2 anyone?

^ Me when lara.

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goofymickeyr · 6 days ago

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CAPTURE THE FIGHTER

synopsis: ever since you arrived at camp halfblood, you’ve had a crush on ares’ fiercest daughter. you just have to make a fool of yourself every time she’s near. TW: injuries, pjo violence pairing: ares child!lara x poseidon child!reader genre: fluff word count: 3.6k i decided to give all kats a pjo gf. all happy endings (i think). here’s lara’s, next will be sophia 😈. you can read megan's here: capture your heart

the last thing your expected to happen on the school field trip to the aquarium was to get trapped in a tank. with sharks.

one of your really kind classmates, note the sarcasm, decided it would be fun to casually shove you towards the shark thank.

for some reason, you didn’t hit the acrylic wall. you went straight through it, like the glass didn’t exist.

you could see the panic faces of your classmates and teachers. you were probably wearing the same expression.

you were a great swimmer, you took pride in your skills, you were part of the swimming team and all. but you’d never wanted to die in the water, that was not in your bucket list.

yet, it was probably happening today.

the massive whale sharks drifted towards you. you braced yourself but they didn’t attack, they swam past you, calm and silent.

okay…

still if they didn’t kill you. the absence of oxygen in your lungs would.

although, before you had spent almost ten minutes underwater in training. but that had been controlled, you hadn’t been in a stressful situation, surrounded by sharks.

suddenly there was a deep voice coming somewhere in the tank. “sister.” you spun in all directions trying to find the source.

that’s when you saw him or it? a one eyed creature, who weirdly looked like the guy who had pushed you, just taller and way more terrifying, swimming towards you, at a really high speed.

when he was just a few inches away from you he opened his mouth revealing big, sharp teeth, ready to bite you and eat you alive.

you moved out of they was just in time, making the man slam into the wall behind you.

you shot upwards trying to escape him, but he followed close. you looked around frantically, noticing the sharks circling watching you, waiting for something.

“help me” you mouthed, not even sure why.

but they understood.

two whale sharks surged towards to the one eyed monster while the other one nudged you upward, helping you get to the top of the tank.

then you were flying through the air, bursting through the surface. launched out of the tank.

a few hours later you were in a car, driven by your only friend —he now had goat legs— to somewhere in long island. another thirteen year old driving a car from georgia to new york, you were sure you’d wake up in no time.

but you didn’t.

instead, you were attacked by different creatures along the way.

finally you made it to a hill. bleeding and probably with some broken ribs, but alive.

you were carried to the infirmary and they gave you something called ambrosia, it tasted like your grandma’s cupcakes.

anyway, some girl named manon gave you a tour around the camp. tried to explain that you were a demigod and other things you couldn’t really grasp. but at least you knew you weren’t going crazy.

you were claimed, as manon had told you, that same night at a campfire.

people were shocked by the glowing trident above your head. they said the last poseidon child had been a hero, and was now studying in new rome.

if you could end up like him, it could be great. studying abroad was one of your biggest dreams.

then manon explained that new rome was actually located in california and not europe. what a bummer.

as the aphrodite girl had told you, the next day a capture the flag game was held, just like every friday.

you were part of the blue team.

since you were new, you just followed everyone around. they gave you armor too big for you and a shield, along with a weapon of your choice.

you went for a spear. had you ever touched one? no.

while following one of the groups, you got lost and started walking through the forest alone, trying to make your way back.

luckily you found someone, unfortunately it was an enemy.

in front of you stood a girl your age, though she was a few inches taller than you. dark hair, brown eyes. the sun shined on her skin making it glow and her hair flowed with the wind.

she was beautiful.

and she was going to beat your ass.

as soon as she saw your blue helmet, she charged, spear raised at you. before she could hit you, you raised your shield, you heard a loud clank at the contact.

then she swept your legs, making you fall on your back and knocking the air out of your lungs. you tried to reach for the spear that had fallen out of your grasp but she placed a foot on your chest making you stay in your place.

“stay there, newbie” she said.

“it’s actually y/n” you answered.

she rolled her eyes. “whatever. if i lift my foot, are you going to get up?”

you looked around, the answer was obviously no. you honestly didn’t even know how you had defended yourself in the first place. but you wanted to spend more time with her.

“it depends. am i getting a name?” she raised an eyebrow and you sighed “fine. i’ll stay right here.”

she stopped pinning you down and started walking away. you just watched her, disappointed.

but then she turned her head “i’m lara.” and then she disappeared behind the trees. you kept laying on the floor, smiling to yourself.

since then you’ve had a massive crush on the ares girl.

even years later it still remained. and it was worse.

you were a sucker for muscles, and lara rajagopalan new how to show them off. she was in charge of a lot of training sessions, you had tried to attend to some of them, but being around her when she was wearing a tank top under the hot sun, flexing her sweaty arms. it made your usual clumsy self even more pathetic.

still, here you were, sitting on a bench watching as she explained in detail to the younger kids how to use a sword.

were you paying attention to what she was saying? not at all. were you focusing on how her shirt stick to her body and how her hands gripped the handle of the sword? absolutely.

“now, y/n and i will demonstrate what i just explained.” she announced.

of course she’ll choose you. you had been at camp for almost four years now and you were supposed to be experienced.

and you were!

whenever you trained with yoonchae’s sister, athena’s headcounselor and megan’s enemy, you held your ground.

the first time you had gone on a quest with daniela and sophia you had been an important part of it, with your water powers.

but lara only knew the loser part of you.

and she probably notice how distracted you were, that’s why she chose you.

you stood up from the bench, almost tripping over, and went to stand up next to her. as soon as you arrived at her side she hit you on the head with the swords handle.

“ouch!” you said rubbing the spot.

“like i said, never get distracted.”

then she lifted her sword ready to strike. you moved out of the way, now getting a grip on your own.

she attacked again which you dodged, or so you thought. the tip of her sword was just under your chin.

“come on seaweed brain, you can do better.”

you stepped back, breathing a little too hard for someone who had barely lasted ten seconds sparring.

the younger campers were all looking at you unimpressed, they clearly knew you stood no chance against the other girl. which, honestly, you didn’t.

lara spun her sword in her hand. she was relaxed and confident, not even sweating.

you, on the other hand, almost tripped over your own feet, got bonked on the head, and were on the brink of passing out from nerves, heat and the fact that she just looked *so good* in that tank top.

“focus” she said, voice lower than before. “i’m not going easy on you.”

“i noticed” you muttered, gripping your sword tighter.

she lunged again at you. you parried in time, the clang jolting through your arms. she faked to the right then swayed her sword at you, which you managed to block, then she twisted and swept her leg towards yours.

you jumped back just in time. and she smirked “good.”

your heart was beating fast. and not entirely because of the fight.

you attacked this time. a wide swing and then a quick jab. she blocked both of them effortlessly.

you stumbled with a rock but you didn’t fall, instead you dropped and spun, sweeping your leg.

lara gasped as she hit the ground. the crowd did too.

you blinked. you did that?

lara pushed herself back up quickly, dusting off her clothes. she looked at you with something you couldn’t name.

pride, maybe?

“you’ve been holding back” she said, lifting her sword.

“or maybe i’ve been letting you win.” you said grinning.

she advanced, this time faster.

you blocked, sparks flying as yours swords clashed. the kids now seemed to have more faith in you, whispering excitedly.

you swung trying to get some distance, but she caught your wrist and twisted your arm, disarming you in one smooth move.

the sword fell clattering to the ground, and she steeped closer, her blade pointing at your chest.

your breathing was ragged and you could feel your heartbeat in your ears.

you swallowed “all planned.”

she rolled her eyes, breath slightly heavier “you lasted longer than i thought.”

you glanced down, the blade still pointed at you “are you going to stab me or…?”

she lowered her weapon smirking then said loudly for the others to hear “next time, don’t let your opponent distract you.”

you blinked confused “i wasn’t distracted.”

she leaned enough so only you could hear “i noticed you looking at my arms the whole time.” she stepped back with a wink and then turned to the crowd.

“alright, who’s next?”

had someone died from a crush before? maybe you would be the first.

you were in the infirmary, sophia treating to a burn on your hands.

you had been climbing the wall at its highest level, that meant lava was coming through all directions. honestly, the hephaestus children just loved to make everything harder.

you were doing great, almost at the top. when you looked down you saw megan and lara looking up at you. megan cheered you on while lara just had her arms crossed.

you misplaced your hand, putting it on a hole were lava was falling from. you let go at the burning sensation and fell off the wall, landing hard on your back and hitting your head.

they came rushing over to you and lara lifted you up on her arms as if you weighed nothing. megan was at her side, trying to keep you awake.

“you should be more careful y/n.” sophia said, handing you a piece of ambrosia. it still tasted like your grandma’s cupcakes.

“maybe if she wasn’t so distracted by hot girls” yoonchae said chuckling.

you glared at her “why are you even here?”

“megan arrived late at some practice she had with my sister. megan told her what had happened with you. she send me here to confirm she wasn’t lying.

“your sister really hates her, doesn’t she?”

“i don’t know” yoonchae shrugged at sophia’s question “i think she might actually like her a little bit. just like y/n here likes lara.”

you huffed “shut up, yoonchae! i’m not out here telling people who you like.”

she gasped “you wouldn’t.”

“try me.”

“don’t fight girls.” sophia said calmly “there’s people sleeping.

yoonchae rolled her eyes. “it’s just your girlfriend and us two here.”

“and she needs to rest. she just arrived from a quest and she got here really wounded. a whole temple fell on top of her”

“well, you are good with injuries.” you said. “i’m sure she’ll wake up soon.”

before sophia could say something the door opened and lara came in.

“hey.” she said softly “i wanted to check on you. i brought some bread.”

you just looked at her, yoonchae had to nudge you to get you out of your daze “uhm… thank you.” you said receiving the plate with fresh bread.

“yeah” she cleared her throat “you better be ready for tomorrow’s game. i need all my team at its best”

“i’ll be. i just need a quick shower at the beach and all good.”

she nodded then said her goodbye to the other two and left.

three seconds after the door was closed, yoonchae started talking “the bread is warm.”

“it’s still steaming” sophia added, checking the bandage on your hands. “she probably baked it herself.”

“really?” yoonchae asked “she baked bread. for you”

you started at the plate in your lap “she probably brought it from the pavilion.”

“dinner is in two hours.” sophia said.

“oh, she definitely made it.” yoonchae concluded “looks like you might have a chance after all”

you groaned, resting your head on a pillow as they continued to tease you. did you have a chance with lara raj?

later that night, after everyone had gone to bed, yoonchae left to sleep on her bed, and sophia stayed at the infirmary curled up on a chair next to her injured girlfriend’s bed, you went to the beach. campers weren’t supposed to be up this late and if the harpies found you, you’ll be dead. literally.

but the ocean always made you calm and it helped healing your wounds faster. quietly you sneaked out of the infirmary, not that you’d wake anyone up since you were the only one occupying it, other than sophia and her girlfriend.

as soon as your feet touched the water, you felt at ease. you stepped deeper, until the water reached your ribs. you could feel your wounds healing faster. you closed your eyes and let yourself float.

you sensed the presence of someone and you turned to find lara standing in the sand, arms crossed, in her pjs.

“hey” you said.

she stepped closer, the water now touching her feet “you are supposed to be resting.”

“you gonna snitch on me, counselor raj?” you said teasingly “saltwater helps with the wounds.”

she shook her head and her gaze softened “you scared me earlier.” she confessed.

“what?”

“when you fell” she said. “you hit your head and you weren’t moving.”

you shrugged “it’s not the first time i’ve fallen in front of you.”

“but it’s the first time you didn’t get up right away.”

something in your stomach twisted, or was it in your heart?

“i’m fine” you said tapping your head softly “hard headed.”

“still” she looked you up and down, examining for any injuries “you should be more careful.”

“i’m always careful”

she gave you a look.

“most times im careful.”

she laughed softly “you should go to sleep. you need to rest for tomorrow. i’ll walk you.”

you nodded getting out of the water. she passed you a towel she had brought with her.

she looked at you surprised when she saw your clothes and hair were dried already “you don’t get wet?”

you smirked “why are you asking?”

she rolled her eyes.

you adjusted the grip on your spear for what felt like the nth time that day, trying to not look nervous. you’d think that after all those years you’d be more confident in yourself, but nope.

lara walked up to the group. her hair was braided and she carried her own spear like it was an extension of her. confident and terrifying.

she gave quick orders to everyone “stick to formation, and don’t leave your partner unless you want to get ambushed.”

then she turned to you “y/n, you are with me.”

you stared “you sure? i think i still can tell chiron that im injured so i don’t have to be part of this.”

she narrowed her eyes. “too late. you are with me. have you forgotten how to use a a spear?”

“no! no, i’m great. excellent. like, the best.”

the horn blew and screams erupted.

lara started moving forward, you jogged to keep up with her. she moved trough the woods like she knew them by hand, which was probably true. you tripped over a root in the first ten seconds.

“focus” she snapped, not even turning back to look at you.

“i am focused” you whispered spitting some leaves out of your mouth.

any enemy you encountered, lara took them out. you just watched amazed.

a camper from the apollo cabin came bursting out of the trees, sword raised. lara quickly blocked his attack and disarmed him.

then another camper came running from behind, you shouted and threw your spear at him from a few feet away. thankfully it didn’t hit anyone, but it was a good enough distraction for lara to elbow him and throw him to the ground.

then everything went to hades. hell for non demigods.

at least five campers appeared, surrounded lara from all directions. you were too far away, and without a weapon, thanks to your stupid choice before.

lara started walking backwards spear held high, but then she slipped, just slightly. but it gave the others more advantage.

you couldn’t see it, but you could feel water nearby. a creek. you stretched your hand and the water answered.

it rushed up, blasting through the trees. the force knocked the attackers back. lara steadied herself and her eyes snapped to you, stunned by what had happened.

you charged forward, picking up your spear from where it had landed and threw yourself between her and a camper that was still standing.

your eyes flashed with anger when you said “back off.”

the other teenager hesitated, then retreated. probably because lara had recovered from the shock and was ready to beat everyone up.

“didn’t know you could do that.” she said when they were gone, voice low and breathy. almost impressed.

“you’ll be surprised by all i can do.”

the after party bonfire was dying down, some people had already gone to their cabins or the infirmary for minor check ups, others stayed to enjoy the last marshmallows.

you sat at the edge of the circle, a hoodie wrapped around your shoulders. the soreness had settled in, in your arms and legs. even the burn in your hand you thought was gone had come back. you stared down at the cracked handle of your spear, you’ll have to ask daniela or one of her siblings to fix it for you. or maybe try and do it yourself.

then someone sat down beside you, close enough were their shoulder was brushing yours. you didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

“are you okay?” she asked softly.

you continue staring at your hands “yeah, just a little bruised.”

“thanks for what you did today.”

“you would’ve done the same.”

she shook her head “i would’ve done it for selfish reasons. you did it because you wanted to. you could’ve gotten hurt.”

you shrugged “i’ve gotten hurt for less” you said it intending to make her laugh, but she didn’t, she just looked at you.

“i mean it. you didn’t even hesitate.”

you swallowed “well… i didn’t want you to get hurt either.”

lara didn’t respond at first, just turned to face the fire. the flickering light shadowing her sharp jaw. “i don’t think anyone’s ever done that for me” she said eventually.

“what do you mean?”

she glanced at you, then looked away again “i’ve always been the strong one. the leader. the protector.” she inhaled “never the one who needs help.”

“that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it.” you said hesitantly.

she nodded taking your words in. you sat in silence for a second. you thought about how she fought every friday, rescuing others from dangerous situations and risking injuries just to secure a victory. how, after every game was over, she was so tired she couldn’t even stay on her feet.

you nudge her knee lightly with yours “you don’t always have to be the strongest one.”

she turned to you, something in her expression different. not just gratitude from your words, something softer. “but i’m not used to people like you.”

you raised an eyebrow “losers?”

she laughed—finally—and she shook her head, “you’re not a loser. you are brave and kind. and frustrating as hell.”

you smiled, leaning back on your palms a little. “sounds like you’re in love with me.”

the moment you said that you regretted it immediately. had you ruined everything? you looked over at her, but she didn’t look angry nor surprised.

“maybe i am.” she said “i don’t know when things changed. maybe in our sparring sessions. maybe yesterday when i thought you were going to die from that fall.”

“i care about you. more than i would like to admit.” she continued.

you blinked, your throat suddenly dry. “i care about you too.”

“yeah?” she asked, her voice had a hint of vulnerability.

“yeah. like a lot.” then you added “i’ve liked you for a long time.”

she smirked “really? i didn’t notice.”

you rolled your eyes “way to ruin the moment.”

“i’m kidding” she said, chuckling. “come on, let’s get you to your cabin before you fall asleep out here.”

you stood, wincing at the sore ache in your legs. lara stood up too, close enough that your arms touched.

you walked side by side through camp halfblood, hands brushing. until you were brave enough to link your pinkies together.

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CAPTURE YOUR HEART

synopsis: you fake date the camp’s most irritating hermes girl to get a boy off your back. the problem? you might actually like her.

TW: blood, sword fighting.

pairing: hermes daughter!megan x athena daughter!reader

genre: fluff. really, really small angst.

word count: 5.3k

being athena’s favorite child was incredible. that’s what you tell everyone.

having your mother’s blessing was amazing. because of it, you were always chosen for important missions.

going to the underworld to convince hades not to let all souls free? you were first on the list. rescuing ares from an invisible island that hephaestus had built himself? the spot was yours. camp half-blood was under attack by cyclops? you were there, front line, commanding the troops.

you were an incredible fighter and a brilliant strategist. no one could deny it. but you were also a great person, nice and kindhearted. nobody hated you, nobody could hate you.

nobody except hermes’ head counselor.

the feeling was mutual though. you couldn’t stand the girl either.

she was insufferably annoying. you were sure everything she did and every word that came out of her mouth made a grey hair grow on you. she never took anything seriously. not even on life or death situations. always cracking jokes at the worst time. normally you wouldn’t even be bothered by someone joking around, but megan skiendiel just knew how to get under your skin.

that’s why you were dreading next week’s capture the flag.

normally you wouldn’t accept teaming up with the hermes cabin. but this time chiron had chosen the alliances. and you weren’t one to disobey superiors, so you had to suck it up, as yoonchae said, and be the bigger person.

“skiendiel!” you called out, making the girl stop mid conversation with her friends and look your way “training grounds. now.” without waiting for an answer you walked off.

“ohhh, someone’s in trouble” lara teased.

yoonchae laughed softly while megan glared at her “she’s your sister, what does she want?”

the younger girl shrugged “probably about capture the flag. you know she takes this seriously.”

megan groaned “i don’t know why chiron thinks this is a good idea. i would much rather be on lara’s team.”

“tell her that and see how well it goes.” lara grinned “you should hurry up, she hates when people are late.”

with a final groan, she stood up and made her way to the training grounds.

when she arrived, she expected to see sophia, apollo’s cabin head counselor, but instead she found one of the filipina’s siblings, some guy named michael that megan absolutely loathed.

“what is he doing here? where’s sophia?” she said, making her presence known.

you looked visibly relieved that she had arrived in that moment. you even smiled. “i was just asking michael if he could bring her here.”

“okay, then go.” megan told the boy harshly.

he didn’t even bother to look at the hermes girl. his attention was still fully on you. “i’ll look for her, but first i want a real answer to my question.”

you tried your best to not roll your eyes “i already told you, i’m dating someone.”

“i don’t believe you. you can’t even tell me his name.”

“megan” you blurted out. “her name is megan.”

megan’s eyes widened. but instead of denying anything, she smoothly wrapped an arm around your shoulders pulling you close. “yes michael, her girlfriend’s name is megan. now fuck off and go get your sister. we are waiting.”

the apollo boy narrowed his eyes suspiciously, clearly not buying it. but he walked away nonetheless.

as soon as he was far enough you shoved megan off you. “fuck, he’s going to tell everyone.” you started rambling “my life is ruined. my reputation is ruined.”

“excuse me? my reputation is going to be the ruined one,” the ginger haired girl shot back.

“oh, your reputation of hearthbreak girl? what a shame.”

“well you have a reputation of a stuck-up know-it-all! honestly i think im doing you a favor,” she said offended “i could’ve just thrown you under the bus and told michael boy the truth. but i didn’t.”

“go ahead! tell him. i don’t care.”

“i’m not gonna chase after some dumb guy. i don’t chase anyone.”

“yeah, i wouldn’t chase him either.” you muttered. “he keeps writing me really bad haikus that he swears are romantic.”

megan rolled her eyes, “he thinks he’s so special with his blonde hair and light eyes. like all his siblings don’t look exactly the same”

“honestly sophia’s mom’s genes are amazing to win over apollo’s.”

the ginger gasped “what if she is adopted?”

“that’s literally imposible.”

“says who?”

“god rules?”

“god rules are stupid then.”

“you are stupid.”

michael’s mouth was fast — that’s what she said. as soon as megan departed from your strategy meeting with the other cabins, people started to come up to her and ask if you were really dating.

she just avoided the questions, because what was she supposed to say? yes i’m dating the most serious person ever? no way, she was fun and she will only date fun people!

if she didn’t want to annoy michael, she wouldn’t be in this situation. but she hated michael and the look on his face when she ‘confirmed’ she was your girlfriend was priceless.

“megan! i can’t believe you are dating my sister, and you didn’t even tell me!” megan winced, she did not want to have this conversation.

“sorry, yoonchip. maybe you should talk to her about it?” that way she didn’t technically have to lie to her friend.

“yes. i’ll asked on our latin lesson today.” yoonchae answered.

“you mean greek lesson?” megan asked confused.

yoonchae shook her head “y/n is teaching me latin. her mom, teaches latin at a university, and y/n’s been learning since she could talk.”

“i knew you could be adopted by another god!” megan exclaimed, “so who’s her real father? some arrogant god probably, like zeus.” loud thunder was heard “sorry.”

the korean girl frowned, “you can’t be adopted by another god. other gods can give you their blessing, but your real parent has to claim you.”

“then how was she… you know?”

“you don’t know how athena’s kids are born?” yoonchae asked, blinking.

maybe megan hadn’t paid attention when some athena girl gave her the tour of camp half-blood six years ago and had explained how athena, even as one of the celibate goddesses, had children.

“you should ask your girlfriend then.” yoonchae said sweetly, obvious sarcasm in her voice, and then left.

—

“skiendiel” you greeted as you approached her “i’m sorry for putting you in this situation.”

woah. the last thing megan expected from you was an apology. you had never apologised to her before. not even that time when you were on a sparring session and you made her trip over, making her almost stab herself in the gut. when she confronted you, instead of apologising you looked her dead in the eye and told her she had ‘tripped over her own ego’.

and now you were here, in front of her, apologizing.

“oh— uhm, it’s no problem, really” she said, thrown off “michael’s a dick. i’ve been meaning to take revenge since he accused me of letting all the pegasi out of their stables. mr.d’s had me cleaning them every week since.”

you frowned, not because you were mad or confused. megan recognized that face, it was the one you made when you were thinking.

“let’s make a deal.” you said finally.

that caught her attention, “keep talking.”

“we pretend to date until i get michael off my back, and i’ll personally talk with mr.d and convince him to end your punishment.”

the deal was tempting. finally getting out of stable duty would be a blessing, megan had been doing it for almost two months now and it was the worst. and she also had the chance to annoy the hell out of this ken looking boy. she only had to pretend you weren’t the most irritating, stunning, infuriating, intelligent, frustratingly composed girl in camp and show some love for you.

the pros outweighed the cons.

“fine. but, until then you have to help me clean the stables too.”

you sighed, “deal.”

you shook hands and the deal was sealed.

“great! we can start now.”

“what?”

she grabbed your hand again and led you to the stables, pulling you closer when passing next to the apollo cabin where michael was standing outside.

the silence while you were cleaning was making megan uncomfortable. she was used to lara filling the air, and she also was know for being a little bit of a rambler.

and although megan wanted so bad to break the silence you looked so calm sweeping the floors and gently stroking the winged horses that she didn’t want to disturb you.

if this had been a safe space, megan would’ve admitted something.

she didn’t actually hate you. honestly she found you intimidating.

you were always so composed, so put together, even on stressful times. megan remembers when you willingly chose her to be one of your partners for a quest, before any of the petty beef started. she had been over the moon.

she ranted to lara about how smart and beautiful you were. how the mission would be so easy with your genius plans, that she’ll have time to flirt with you and maybe get a date.

how wrong was she.

you had also chosen michael to be part of it. he was really talented with a bow, and sophia, the only one who could beat him, was being treated on the infirmary because of some sudden illness she had come up with.

now that the ginger girl thinks about it, maybe michael had to do something with it.

anyway, you were hiding from some empousai—really ugly creatures by the way— you were being so insistent on not letting them see you. you made a whole ass map of the building in just seconds to plan the cleanest route out without being noticed.

but stupid michael had left his “best arrow” somewhere and he told megan that if she could get it back, you’ll be so impressed that you would accept to go out with her.

fifteen year old megan fell for it and ended up being spotted by one of the monsters.

all hell broke loose, and you almost didn’t make it out alive.

thanks to you, megan made it out with just a few scratches, the same couldn’t be said for you and your broken arm. and thanks to michael, you hated her.

you didn’t even glance her way, and as soon as she entered the same room as you, you would stand up and leave.

the only way megan found you would even pay attention to her was if she did something that annoyed you. the bonus? you looked really cute when you were mad.

so, megan did not hate you. in fact, she had a big, fat crush on you.

and now she had to pretend to date you without you noticing. how hard could it be?

“hello?” your voice snapped her out of her thoughts “skiendiel, are you alright? you been staring at me for the past five minutes. it’s kind of creepy.”

megan’s face turned as red as her hair “sorry. dyslexia, you know?”

“you mean dissociation? we are all dyslexic here.”

“yeah, that,” she then cleared her throat, “uhm… so you’ve got two moms?”

you got taken aback by the sudden question, but answered anyway. “biologically, yes.”

“how is that possible? not to sound homophobic or anything like that.” she started, “i’m actually bisexual myself, so really i’m not trying to make fun of you or something like that. i think is really cool that you’ve got two moms. is just that you say biologically and well, biologically, that makes no sense to me. like did your mom carry you? or athena? but athena is like a virgin goddess so—“

you interrupted her rambling with a soft laugh “i bet you thought i was adopted by athena.”

“…maybe.”

you shook your head still smiling “athena’s children, we are born from her thoughts. just like she was born from zeus’ head” you explained “she forms a strong intellectual connection with a mortal and then—bam! thought baby. one night, i was delivered to my mom’s doorstep.”

“how did they even meet?” megan asked. bonding time!

“my mom’s a mythology professor. she was always more into roman gods than greek. when she was finishing her digree, she met minerva, athena’s roman form. my mom was working on a really big investigation on ancient roman artifacts, and minerva helped her.

their connection was really strong, but roman’s are not really fond of athena’s kids. they can’t phantom the possibility of a virgin goddess with children. minerva stopped helping, and athena took her place. my mom’s investigation turned from roman artefacts to greek ones. after she received a ceremony for her achievements, athena disappeared.

a month later my mom opened the door and athena was there, carrying me in her arms. usually she just magically delivers the baby to their parent and in a dream she tells them everything. i don’t know why it was different with me.”

megan’s eyes were glossy from your story

“are you crying?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

“that’s so cute.” she sniffled. “minerva, who’s all cold and emotionless, was so in love with your mother that she changed forms just to have you as a connection to her. and she delivered you personally too, that’s why you are her favorite.”

you didn’t really know what to say to that. no one had ever reacted to your origin story with tears. no one had called it cute either. you scratched the back of your neck, a little embarrassed. “i don’t think she planned it. i mean, maybe she liked my mom, but gods aren’t exactly known for making rational emotional decisions.”

“still,” megan said, wiping her nose with her sleeve. “it’s kind of romantic. even for a brain birth situation.”

you blinked. “did you just say brain birth?”

she grinned. “what? technically that’s what it is.

you shook your head, lips twitching. “you’re unbelievable.”

“and yet,” she said, stepping closer, “you’re fake dating me. who’s the real loser here?”

you were about to fire back, megan liked that about you, witty remarks flowed from your mouth easily, when one of the pegasi huffed loudly behind you, shoving its head between you and Megan.

“okay, okay, we’ll keep working,” she said, laughing as she gently nudged it away. “pushy.”

you were about to go back to sweeping when megan blurted out, “so, uh… since we’re fake dating now, do i get to call you something stupid like ‘baby’ in public?”

you turned slowly. “absolutely not.”

she smirked. “what about sweet cheeks? or pookie? my divine strategist?”

“i will end this deal,” you warned, pointing your broom at her.

megan held up her hands in surrender. “noted. babe.”

you groaned, but you didn’t push her away when she playfully bumped your shoulder with hers.

“i can’t believe you didn’t come to ask for advice.” manon said while you were walking to the dining pavilion that night. the aphrodite cabin was known as the matchmakers, manon was no exception. for the past years, she had insisted you and megan would be the perfect couple. “and you always brushed me off when i talked about you and megan! even mom tried to tell you, remember?”

of course you remembered, how could you forget aphrodite appearing out of nowhere after you almost died saving megan from angry empousai?

the goddess looked so much like the girl you had just risked your life for that you almost walked past her when you saw her. she said something about soulmates and sacrifices that you did not want to get into.

when you got back from the mission and got your arm fixed, you told manon what had happened. after that, she made her whole purpose get you and the hermes girl together.

“and we know the real reason you used to avoid megan was that you were scared.” a new person joined the conversation, falling into step beside you.

you both turned to the girl surprised “when did you get here?”

daniela shrugged “i’m going to get dinner like you. you know working in the forges makes me hungry.”

you groaned “i can’t believe you are making weapons for the rival team.”

“it’s my team now. manon’s too.” she said “and i’m just polishing swords and knifes. you are the only one i make weapons for.”

“well back to the important topic.” manon interrupted your conversation, “you and megan.”

rolling your eyes you said “it’s new, we are just getting to know each other.” you finally arrived at the pavilion and since everyone had to sit on their respective cabins’ tables, you quickly made your way to yours, avoiding further conversation with the older girls.

you took a seat and looked across the room, catching megan’s eye. she winked at you, and you bit your lip looking away, trying to suppress the smile forming on your lips.

the truth was that daniela was right. you were scared.

when you saw the first empusa attack megan you were mad. not at her, but at yourself. it was your quest, you were the one in charge, and you were supposed to keep her safe. if something happened to her it would’ve been your fault.

you should’ve seen it coming, michael had been waiting for you both to get alone and when megan left your sight he took your complete attention. you shouldn’t have gotten distracted.

you were scared of hurting her in any way after that, and so you pushed her away. not because you hated her, but because you cared too much.

she was just too stubborn, and for some reason, it irked you so much that she still wanted to talk to you after it was your fault she almost died, that your temper around her was so bad.

the rest of the campers arrived and you finally could eat. as always a portion of your food was offered to the gods.

you prayed to athena for strength in the capture the flag game the next day. then you prayed to aphrodite, for a sign. that maybe letting megan in wasn’t such a bad idea.

—

capture the flag arrived with a misty sky and tension in the air. you’d barely slept. not from nerves, you knew your strategy was flawless, but because megan had started calling you ‘captain’ or ‘my captain’ every time she passed you. you were beginning to regret the deal.

“okay,” you said, pointing at the map spread out across the rock near the lake where your team was supposed to hide their flag. “sophia and the apollo cabin are guarding the flag. their best archers are in the trees. we’ll approach from the west.”

“skiendiel?” you glanced at her.

she was balancing a knife on her finger, looking very not invested.

“skiendiel!” you snapped.

“relax, babe,” she said with a wink, catching the blade before it could fall. “i know my part. i get in, cause chaos, and look hot doing it.”

“that’s not your job,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “you’re the distraction. you lure them out and lead them away so yoonchae can get the flag.”

“exactly. cause chaos, my specialty.”

you didn’t have the energy to argue. “everyone has their comms?” you asked. after your incredible suggestion to chiron, daniela and the rest of the hephaestus cabin, worked on making communicators for each team. huge upgrade.

some nodded, some gave a thumbs up. you smirked “then let’s win this thing.”

chiron blew a horn and the game started.

you moved with precision through the trees, your team following your lead. megan had taken off in the opposite direction, loud and annoying as promised. she made a show rustling bushes and yelling, but it worked. half of the enemy team followed her.

the other half you handled them yourself.

halfway through the game, sophia’s voice crackled in your communicator. “y/n? she’s in trouble.”

you didn’t need a name. you turned to the closest camper, an iris boy. “take over. you know the plan.”

and then you were running “skiendiel? where are you?” you said through the comms.

“river” she answered, panting.

your body moved on instinct, dodging branches and hopping over roots. you found her near the riverbank, blood running down her arm from a big cut.

three campers had cornered her, all from the ares cabin, all looking way too pleased with themselves. you’ll have a serious conversation with lara about her siblings' behavior.

“you guys are obsessed with me,” megan said, panting, still keeping her cocky tone. “do i look that good in blue?”

“you know we like you megan,” one of them said “but you are outnumbered.”

she twirled her dagger, unaware of your presence. “yeah, but i’ve got a great armor. my girlfriend gave it to me.”

just as one lunged, you stepped in.

your sword clanged against theirs, knocking the weapon away with force that shocked them. megan let out a breath of relief.

“seriously?” you hissed, not even looking at her.

“you keep saving me. my hero.”

you made quick work of the attackers. sweeping legs, disarming weapons. they got tired quickly and backed off.

when it was just the two of you, you turned around. her arm was still bleeding.

“let me see,” you said, reaching for her.

she did slowly, hissing when you applied pressure with a cloth you had on your belt. her voice was quieter than usual when she said, “you didn’t have to come for me.”

you didn’t answer right away. “i wanted to,” you admitted.

she blinked. “what?”

“i didn’t have to, i know you were not going to get seriously hurt, and you can fight pretty well. but i wanted to,” you repeated, glancing up.

her few freckles stood out even more against her flushed cheeks. “well,” she said, trying to recover, “i mean… we’re dating.”

you raised a brow. “fake dating.”

“same thing.”

you shook your head and helped her to her feet. then you heard the final horn. “we need to go. it’s over.”

as you turned to leave, megan caught your hand. you looked at her and saw her smirking “thanks, brain baby.”

you groaned. “stop calling me that.”

“never, pookie.”

you reunited with your team, seeing yoonchae with the red flag on her hands. you jogged over to celebrate, megan behind you.

“brain baby #2 did it!” megan shouted. everyone laughed, you couldn’t help but laugh too.

later that night, when you were walking back to your cabin alone, you heard someone whisper behind you

“hey.”

you turned around. megan was sitting on a log, bandaged arm and messy hair, holding something out to you. a laurel crown.

“victory gift,” she said. “don’t say i never gave you anything.” you took it slowly, watching her.

megan was grinning, eyes shinning from the moonlight. you held the crown in your hand and sat next to her. “thanks,” you said. “good to see your arm is good. i have to admit, i was a little bit scared for you.”

“i’m sorry,” she said. no teasing, no sarcasm. “i didn’t mean to scare you or anything.”

then she yawned, and she looked so cute that you moved closer for her to lean her head on your shoulder. “maybe you should go to bed.”

she nodded but didn’t move “best fake girlfriend you’ve ever had,” you didn’t correct her.

the next day you woke up early and went straight to the training grounds, as usual. you were surprised when you saw megan there, looking through the swords.

“i thought you’d be too tired to even get up today.” you said, breaking the silence.

she jumped startled “i was waiting for you. you are ten minutes late.”

“did we have a date or something?” you asked sarcastically.

“well, no. but you are usually here at six thirty and it’s already six forty.”

you raised your eyebrows “you stalking me now, skiendiel?”

she avoid the question, stretching her arms above her head, revealing her toned stomach when her shirt lifted slightly. not that you looked.

“i wanted a private sparring session with you. since everyone says you are the best.”

“i am the best.”

“i don’t know. i think lara is better.”

that triggered something in you. you liked lara, but no ares kid was better than you. “you are on” you said lifting your sword. “but don’t think i’ll go easy on you just because you are injured.”

she grabbed a sword too. “wouldn’t want it any other way.”

and so you started. megan lunged first.

she was fast, her style was messy but clever. she fought with instinct and mischief. you blocked her strike and spun, tapping the hilt of your sword against her ribs.

“dead.” you said.

“rude,” she panted, already swinging again.

you ducked. “your movements are sloppy. don’t hesitate.”

“i wasn’t hesitating, i was flirting.” she grinned as your eyes narrowed.

another exchange. she strikes, you block. then you shoulder-checked her just enough to knock her off balance. she grunted but didn’t fall.

“still think lara is better?” you asked.

megan took a step back, then suddenly, swiped your legs. you barely stayed upright.

“yup.”

the match went on. your arms burned, hair stuck to your forehead, but neither of you backed down. each time your swords clashed, your faces were a little closer. each dodge left your skin brushing hers.

finally you pinned her, her back on the ground, your hands gripping her wrists, both swords discarded. your breaths were shallow, tangled together.

“you done?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

she looked up at you, cheeks flushed, chest rising fast. “not even close.”

you finally realized you were straddling her hips.

she raised an eyebrow, smirking. “you like being on top?”

you scrambled off her like she was on fire, your cheeks red. “gods, megan. what is wrong with you?”

she sat up slowly, brushing grass off her arms. she had a smile on her face, this was the first time you had called her by her first name. “what? i’m just saying, your form is impressive.”

you glared, cheeks warm. “you’re impossible.”

she leaned in, still sitting, voice lower now. “and you are my girlfriend.” she then stood up “rematch next week?”

you blinked, then sighed standing up looking for your towel “you’re going to milk this, aren’t you?”

she grinned. “absolutely. babe.”

you threw your training towel at her head, making her run away laughing.

“my mom visited me in my dreams last night.” manon told you the next morning. “she said she loves watching you and megan figure things out. bold move you did while sparring too.”

your eyes widen. aphrodite was watching you? how embarrassing.

daniela grinned “what move?”

“apparently, they were a little touchy while sparring?” manon smirked “y/n even—“

“stop!” you said covering your face “it wasn’t on purpose!”

“she straddle her hips for a whole minute!”

“no way! i didn’t know you had it in you,” daniela laughed, shoving you lightly.

your face was now the color of megan’s hair. “how do you know that!”

manon shrugged with a cocky grin. “my mom tells me everything that happens in your love life. daniela’s too.”

the latina was not laughing anymore “what?” but her panick was cut off was when she whispered “oh no. ken boy coming through.”

a second later michael was standing behind you. “y/n, can i talk to you for a second?”

you looked at your friends, they were silently asking if you needed help to get out of this situation, but you shook your head at them. “sure.”

he led you towards the edge of the training grounds, where you were alone.

“i know you are faking it.” he stated with a smug tone,

“excuse me?”

“you and megan. i know it’s fake.”

you blinked caught off guard. “why do you even care?”

he crossed his arms “you expect me to believe that one week ago you didn’t even look her way, and now you are letting her call you brain baby?”

“i don’t owe you an explanation” you said, starting to get annoyed.

“but you hate her,” he continued “since that mission with the empusai. so unless you hit your head climbing the lava wall, i know it’s fake.”

before you could reply, megan appeared, jogging with a bottle of water in hand and sweat dripping down her face. she must have noticed the way you were standing, clenching your fists and the tension in your jaw.

“hey babe” she said cheerfully, wrapping an arm around your waist “everything okay here?”

michael scoffed “cute. real subtle.”

megan raised an eyebrow “oh i’m sorry, i must’ve forgotten. do i need your permission to touch my girlfriend?”

he turned to you but you only tilted your head. “fine. keep pretending. but when it falls apart, don’t come crying to me.” and with that he left.

“what the hell was that?” you said once he was out of earshot.

she was thrown off by your tone. “rescue mission?”

“i didn’t need rescuing.” your hands were still clenched and your eyebrows were still furrowed.

“you looked like you were about to punch him.”

“i had it under control. i can fight my own battles, i’m not weak.”

“okay.” she said taking a step back. “sorry for caring and trying to help.”

“but you don’t care!” you snapped. “all of this is a joke to you.”

there was silence. until she spoke again, “is that what you think?”

you crossed your arms “what else am i supposed to think? you are always teasing and making fun of me, calling me stupid nicknames just to get on my nerves—“

“because i like you, dumbass.”

you stood there in shock.

“i like you” she repeated. “i’ve liked you since i first stepped on this camp. and suddenly i have the chance to make you like me back and i screw up that quest, the one i knew was important to you, and you hated me. the only thing that i could do to get your attention was by making stupid jokes.” she took a shaky breath.

“i came because i saw him talking to you, and i know how uncomfortable he makes you. not because i think you are weak or need saving.

i know this was fake. i know it was your idea. and i know after this ends you’ll continue to hate me. but it was never fake for me. i do care about you.”

you finally said something, it was a whisper but she heard you anyway. “i don’t hate you. i never did.”

she scoffed, it sounded heartbroken not bitter. “could’ve fooled me.”

you looked down “i mean, you are infuriating, and loud, and reckless. you talk too much and you joke at the worst possible times.”

she nodded slowly with a tired smile. “yeah. sounds like me.”

“and i like you too.”

you finally looked at her, she was already looking at you. her brown eyes wide with emotion. “you do?”

“yeah.”

she stepped forward slowly, cupping your cheek with her hand. she was hesitant to come closer, but when you nodded she finally leaned in.

the kiss was slow, careful. different from all your interactions up to that point, which were playful and almost aggressive. megan kissed you gently and steadily, as if she didn’t want the moment to end.

when she pulled back her eyes stayed closed, she wasn’t ready to open them and see it was all a dream.

then you reached up and brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, and she whispered “that was real?”

you chuckled “it was.”

she finally opened her eyes “are you still mad i came to save you?”

“you are so annoying.”

she grinned. you were sure her smile was becoming your favorite thing in the world. “and you are obsessed with me.” you shoved her playfully but she just laughed pulling you back in her arms “does this mean we are not fake anymore?”

you looked at her. her sweaty hair, dirty shirt, the blush that adorned her cheeks and the nervousness behind her eyes.

“no.” you said “we’re real. very, very real.”

the next week, michael was the one cleaning the stables. while you and megan enjoyed a nice date on the lakeshore.

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「 Never Getting off my Mind 」

l. sophia x f reader ✎𓂃 Everyone loves Sophia Laforteza—she’s basically the golden girl of the school. But for some reason, you’ve never really liked her, and the feeling seems mutual. You’re close with her friends, somehow always around without actually being part of the group. The two of you clash constantly, especially in Student Committee meetings. People say you’d make a great pair, but it’s hard to tell if that’s a compliment or a warning.

word count ! 11.8 k

tags ! enemies to lovers, dom! reader, top! reader, bottom! sophia, switch! sophia, jealous! sophia, overstimulation, rough sex, fingering (s! receiving), oral (s! receiving), cunnilingus, heavy making out, usage of many pet names, a little degradation, teasing, praise

author's note ! fic inspo is this song and if u haven't seen the mv for this... its simple but effective for the wuh luh wuh is all ill say 🥰

also like dont be quiet! comment, reblog, send anons IDC LETS BE FRIENDS PLS #lonelyandnofriends

Riuscita University is a world-renowned school, producing some of the best in multiple fields, and having a successful alumni. A school that thrives and encourages its students to be plausible mentors of their crafts in due time.

Normally, students disliked school. It can be boring, hectic, soul-crushing, and cause crashouts. Yet, almost 90% of Riuscita students love the school.

The campus has this ultra-modern look, multiple buildings, large fields, and the atmosphere is always lively. Many people would describe the school to be similar to Pepperdine University or, commonly known as, Pacific Coast Academy of Zoey 101.

A dream school for many and a goal for most to achieve, only a handful get picked to become a Riuscita student.

Though a successful group of students are Sophia, Manon, Daniela, Megan, Lara, and Yoonchae. Many people knew the girls who always emphasized that ‘blood is thicker than water’ for them.

It started with Sophia and Manon, who were friends from their previous high school, then Daniela, who joined the duo when she met Manon in a Psychology class. Lara was from the same high school, and Megan met Dani in her first year in Dance. Yoonchae, the latest addition, is a freshman who just clicked with the five girls.

It’s reality, but the girls somehow made their reality become a movie experience.

They’re the diverse popular girls of campus, from students wanting to be their friend, students wanting to be them, or students wanting to date them. Some people wanted all three—that’s how much influence they have.

Everyone had their role, and all six girls seemed to ‘play’ it well.

Sophia, who is the evident ‘leader’ amongst the girls, holds the most power. The Student Government President of Riuscita is adored by every single person to exist on campus, and that alone made her the jolliest girl.

“I’ve been wanting to try a hot stone massage on someone—if anyone's down at least,” Daniela spoke, her eyes on her iPad, then looking at her friends who sat around the circular table.

“Hot Stone Massage?” Megan perks up at the info, Dani nodding at the younger. “Is that for your massage therapy class?” Lara asks, and while the Latina happily nods, Manon chuckles.

“I can’t believe that’s an actual class here. How do you even get graded? Massaging your Professor? Because that would be weird,” Manon gives her two senses, and the younger sticks her tongue out.

“It’s an easy class, and we’re graded by tests and participation, party pooper.”

“I may need that massage,” the words escape Sophia’s lips, her acrylic nails clacking on the keyboard of her laptop while her eyes flash across the screen multiple times. She shuts the computer as she finishes, staring at Dani with tired eyes, “Student Government is going to be busy, and I need all the mental fortitude I can get.”

“Cause the semester just started?”

Sophia nods at Yoonchae’s question, the younger girl tossing some chips into her mouth. “The last president planned so much for the student welcoming that we have events the entire month.” Lara’s lips pursed, a look of confusion in her eyes, “Can’t you just rearrange or cancel some of them? You are this year's president after all.”

“And be the girl who ruined everyone’s fun this year? Yeah, no can do,” Sophia says matter-of-factly, her shoulders raised at the dilemma.

“You have good staff this year—I’m sure they’ll have your back on everything,” Manon tells her, but Sophia could only tell herself that once, then fail to believe it every other time.

Oh, and Sophia being adored by everyone? Yeah, the fact is somewhat false.

Because there is one person who doesn’t.

“Oh look! I guess Y/n already started posting on the school page,” Lara says excitedly as she shows Megan the post.

Sophia could only roll her eyes at the sound of your name.

Y/n L/n. Part of the student government as the social media manager, all-rounder in every aspect, and super involved in Riuscita’s activities.

It could be argued that you and Sophia are the most adored students on campus, but the Filipina wouldn’t dare admit to that. Because you were the only one who didn’t like her, and you could say the feeling is mutual, with her not liking you either.

There isn’t an exact sequence of how it all happened, but Sophia always recalled why it started in the first place. During her second year, Sophia began building this sophisticated, intelligent, and leader-like brand, which is why she’s in the position she is today.

That year was when she first met you, when you became a shadow for the previous social media manager.

Sophia had the intention of making sure she was friends with everyone, no matter what the cost was. But none of those efforts worked on you—none at all.

When Sophia bought the student government food, you wouldn’t eat the food or thank her; you’d just eat a snack from the school’s vending machines. When she helped make you the homeroom representative during the third year, there wasn’t an ounce of gratitude. When the school had an awarding ceremony and you didn’t shake her hand while on stage.

The last straw for her was when you became Yoonchae’s big sister in the buddy program, then proceeded to find out all the girls were friends with you… other than her.

Sophia couldn’t even express her rage and irritation with you in peace because the other five constantly defended you.

“Y/n helps a lot of the students in the wellness club. She’s honestly so helpful.” —Manon

“She did the choreography for dance club—during the 2 weeks I sprained my ankle.” —Daniela

“The coach called me boring, and Y/n helped me get better!” —Megan

“Gosh, I struggled writing lyrics yesterday, and Y/n stayed with me after club hours to complete it!” —Lara

“Oh yeah, I helped Y/n-unnie cook some Bulgogi for Cultural Awareness! She’s a really good cook.” —Yoonchae

That wasn’t even the end of it all, but Sophia had trained herself to have selective hearing when it came to you. She often zoned out when you became the topic of conversation, because even if you weren’t friends with her, you had become this looming, phantom 7th member of the group.

And oh, how she fucking hated that.

Sophia made up her mind about you. Unfortunately, she thought about it quite a lot—why you didn’t like her, why you didn’t interact with her, or how you became her friend’s friend.

She jogged it up to the two of you being completely different people, and you would think, due to her smarts, that she knew what the real reason was. But she’s just plain wrong.

“Oh shit, my class starts in five minutes.”

Sophia gets brought back to reality when she hears Megan’s chair scrape the concrete, her body fleeing away before she could even comprehend her words.

“I have class in thirty, but it’s also across campus, so I need to start walking,” Manon tells the four left, leaving them to make her way to one of the farther buildings of the school.

The Filipina’s eyes drift to the time on her phone, finding the time to be 9:15, “Ugh, I have a meeting, so I gotta go. Kill me now.” Lara giggles at the attitude, while Yoonchae and Dani wave the older off.

Sophia made her way to the school’s main building, her plain Mary Jane shoes thumping on the floor, and took the elevator to her respected floor. Both her devices were held close to her chest, hugging them so they wouldn’t slip, while her shoulder had a large purse placed on it.

While entering the spacious room, many of the students inside straightened their posture, and whoever sat down immediately stood up. You're the only exception, leaning against the wall with the window open, staring at your phone.

Sophia noticed the focus on your face, brows scrunched together as your thumbs tapped away.

Staring straight at you, she raises her voice, “Everyone, take a seat please, let’s get this meeting started!”

Everyone scrambles to their seat while you don’t even flinch, just turning off your phone and walking over to the opposite side of the meeting table. She could only hold back the urge to roll her eyes, taking a seat while looking through her tablet.

“Gabriella wanted to do six projects before the end of this month for a proper school welcoming,” Sophia says while everyone begins typing through their own laptops, using Google Docs for notes or a group spreadsheet.

When looking up, she finds you scrolling through your phone again, luckily, everyone’s focused on listening to her words as she successfully rolled her eyes in a discreet way this time.

“Are we able to complete the baking fundraiser, the car wash fundraiser, the welcoming party by the end of this month, two career fairs, and a guest lecture?”

This time, Sophia’s worried tone has you turning your phone off, looking at everyone else in the room who nods.

You shift in your chair, leaning forward with your elbows on the table while suggesting a proper schedule. “Can I suggest a schedule?”

Sophia bit her tongue, only nodding her head to let you proceed.

“Everyone expects a fun time at school, so we should begin with the baking fundraiser. It’ll help students get acquainted with delicious baked goods. We also already have a bakery in mind from an alumnus who's willing to provide the food for us.”

You then take out your phone, staring at the calendar for dates. “We should then spread out everything. The second week can be the fundraiser and career fair for earlier students. The guest lecture and the second fundraiser should follow next week. Last week should be the car wash, it’ll generate more money on a Monday since students and staff would be driving in for the entire day. Then the last Friday should be the party, so almost everyone won’t have work the next day.”

Instead of acknowledging the plan, Sophia turns to the vice president, assistant, and event coordinator, “Does that seem doable for us?”

“Other than the fact that we’ll have to slow down events the next month, then it's doable.”

“That’s fine, club activities will probably happen by then. I’ll have Laurence oversee that.”

The Club Activities Manager stiffens when she says his name, and you press your lips together to stifle a laugh. While everyone seems to their panties in a bunch around her, you could almost just laugh while everyone looks like they’re about to piss themselves.

The Student Government Assistant, Kayla, who would suck up to Sophia, smiled at her. “I’ll start adding events to the calendars and sending everyone their jobs by the end of tonight.”

Sophia grants this graceful smile while the younger girl gets right to her job. “Is the guest speaker going to be ready by the following week?”

“We’ll get in touch with them and keep you updated.” “Budgets and decorations?” Sophia’s eyes flicker to the other end of the table.

“We have a budget of twenty thousand for all six events from school funds and backers. We’ll make sure to make do with what we can.”

“The first fundraiser should happen within two days time, reach out to the bakery before closing time,” she tells the vice president. Everyone nods along while you just think about how muscular your feet are about to be by the end of the month, with all the walking.

“I’ll have Kayla send everyone any extra details. I’ll be here until 12, so please reach out to me if anything is needed,” Sophia tells everyone, adjourning the meeting. You try to exit the room as quickly as possible, but Carl stops you first, that friendly smile he always gave you easing the annoyance.

“I think I’m gonna need some help with the clubs for next month,” he gives you these puppy eyes, and you cackle, catching Sophia’s attention.

“I’ll list possible events some groups have, then I’ll report it to you by the end of this month.”

Carl squeals, like his usual self, and gives you a tight hug, “You're the best Y/n!”

While Carl tries to crush your bones, you catch the glare that Sophia gives you from afar, eliciting a smile from you.

“Piss off,” the Filipina mutters and focuses back on speaking to Kayla and the vice president.

You leave the room, heading to your first class of the day, which is luckily in the same building. The hallways were a bit warm due to multiple students crowding in their own little groups. You slip through the side entrance of the Life Sciences wing of the building, your fingers tightening around the strap of your bag.

It was the first real week of the semester, but luckily, most of your professors seemed laid back. You went to the third floor for your Aging and Chronic Illness class, happening in one of the building’s newer lab-style classrooms. It’s one of your final requirements to graduate as a Gerontology major, and the content wasn't so bad. Professor Cho, who had a gentle grandma energy, made sure of that.

You walk in and immediately make your way to the front row, second seat from the left. “Damn, early again?”

Raya’s voice comes from behind in a teasing manner. She’s holding two protein bars in one hand, and she tosses one at you before pulling out her chair. “Thanks,” you mumble, catching it with one hand. You tear off the wrapper and toss your bag under the table in a smooth motion.

Raya plops into the seat beside you, crossing one leg over the other. “So... how’s your morning been? Anyone try to fight you yet?”

You snort. “Close. Sophia gave me another one of her death stares during the meeting.”

Raya rolls her eyes. “Again?”

“Yeah,” you deadpan, chewing your bar slowly. “I think her brain almost exploded when Carl hugged me.” Raya leans forward with her arms on the desk, grinning like she already knew where this was going. “You love pissing her off.”

You shrug. “I don’t love it. It’s unintentional.”

She gives you a look of, ‘Oh, be for real right now.’ “You act so different with her compared to literally everyone else. Like, I’ve seen you sit with freshmen crying over their GPA, and you’re all comforting and ‘here’s a snack, it’s okay,’ but then Sophia breathes and you look like you want to stand in a lane with fast cars.”

You raise a brow. “She ‘started’ it.”

Raya snickers and shakes her head, clearly amused. “You are the weirdest social butterfly I’ve ever met.”

“She just… rubs me the wrong way. Like we’re oil and water.”

“You say that like you haven’t thought about it enough,” she teases, half-turning toward you. “Is it really just a vibe thing?”

“Of course.” You don’t meet her eyes. “I mean, yeah. She’s fake and controlling and… I don’t know, I just don’t like her.”

“That actually seems like a fair statement to make, but you don’t even know her,” she says softly, her voice sing-song.

Before you can argue or give her another look, the door swings open, and Professor Cho walks in. Raya pulled her notebook out while you took out your own. The professor clicks the projector on, the screen behind her lighting up with a slideshow labeled: “AGING AND CHRONIC ILLNESS – WEEK 2: Psychological Perspectives on Aging”

“Good morning, everyone,” she says, her voice calm. “Today we’re going to start looking into how the aging process affects cognition, behavior, and emotional development, especially in relation to chronic illness.”

You zone in, but Raya bumps your arm lightly with her elbow before class fully starts.

"Wanna bet you and Sophia will be friends before graduation?"

You give her a death stare and scoff. "I’m not wasting my money, but also not happening."

“Pussyyyyyy~”

“Oh, be quiet and focus, please.”

Two days went by quicker than expected, and it was finally time for the first event of the Student Government.

The central courtyard, normally home to passer-by students and people doing assignments, had been transformed into an outdoor bakery.

White booths lined the concrete path, decorated with royal blue streams due to the school colors. The air was full of sweet scents—sugar, cinnamon, and warm butter that could make anyone salivate. Banners hung from light poles, proudly reading, ‘Welcome Back Fundraiser!’ and ‘Butter & Bloom Bakery here today!’

Clarisse, class of 2012 and former culinary student, was something of a legend on campus. Her bakery had since expanded to three cities, and the fact that she came back for this event had half the culinary majors geeking out.

Over 5,000 baked goods had been delivered by truck early that morning by her catering team. From lemon poppyseed madeleines to boxes stacked high with ube-stuffed croissants, the bakery had sent a variety. There were eclairs piped with vanilla cream, matcha macarons in pastel boxes, and yes, an entire glass display case for multiple cupcake flavors.

The school took 30% of the proceeds for their various club and scholarship funds, while the bakery kept the remaining 70%, though she promised to donate back a large portion “just because.”

The booths had been open since 9 in the morning. By 11:30, Sophia was sitting on a sun-warmed bench near the fountain, her dainty fingers holding a glazed lemon tart with brûléed sugar on top, and a candied slice of lemon perched right in the center.

“Okay, I get it now,” she says after the first bite, eyes wide in delight. “This is insane.”

“I told you Clarisse wasn’t playing around,” Manon hums, pulling apart a chocolate-hazelnut cruffin. Daniela, beside her, got a cinnamon-apple twist, sticky with glaze. “If I die today, bury me in one of these.”

“You’d attract ants,” Yoonchae pipes up, munching on a ube cookie while giving a disgusted look. Lara, the most practical of the six currently, is carefully using a fork and knife to eat a tres leches cupcake on a paper plate. “Did you guys see the brownie cheesecake hybrid thing? I couldn’t even look at it.”

Megan nods, her fingers brushing powdered sugar from her lips as she finishes a strawberry mochi donut. “I took a pic of it for my insta. I think I fell in love.”

Sophia, basking in the rare moment of calmness, let herself lean back slightly to take in the sun, legs crossed at the ankles, the hem of her skirt brushing her thigh. “This was a good idea,” she admits, almost begrudgingly. “The turnout’s great, Clarisse looks like a celebrity, and everything is functioning.”

Somewhere across the courtyard, a loud laugh pierces the air. Students shuffle between booths, and the music playing from the outdoor speakers continues to blast with soft pop music.

Sophia glances up toward the crowd.

You were doing laps around the event like a trained soldier. Wearing your usual plain white tee, camera slung around your shoulder, and a phone in one hand, you were busy directing shots, snapping crowd photos, close-ups of the pastries, and even artsy scenery pictures of the decorated campus.

You were exhausted, being there since 6:30 that morning, helping set up banners, guiding Clarisse’s team, and making sure the layout was symmetrical enough for the drone shots the school planned on using later.

But finally—finally—you had time for a small break.

You made your way to the cupcakes because they were calling your name as soon as you saw them that morning. There were a variety of flavors, ranging from plain vanilla to even a red bean-flavored sweet.

You picked a red velvet cupcake since it was your favorite flavor, tapping your phone screen to snap a quick picture of it before paying, and finally, letting yourself enjoy something sweet for once.

“Y/n!”

You turned your head to see Megan approaching, her drink in hand—something lavender-colored in a tall plastic cup with tapioca pearls. Could only assume it was taro bubble tea from the milk tea stand.

“Hey,” you said with a tired grin, your voice a bit hoarse from hours of talking.

“Don’t tell me you just now got something to eat,” Megan says, half-scolding.

“I did. Needed to make sure I got the best shots before sundown.”

Megan laughs, standing beside you as you unwrap the red velvet cupcake. “You work too hard. But you looked cool doing it, not gonna lie.”

“I always look cool.”

You show her the screen of your phone—a short boomerang of Clarisse handing out mini boxes to students, followed by a gallery of vibrant pictures. Some pastries lined in neat rows, smiling students mid-bite, and a close-up of the welcome banner swaying with the wind. Then you swipe to your camera—a DSLR that gleamed with how well taken care of it was.

“Some of these are getting passed off to the editor.”

Megan leans in and gasps softly. “Wait, go back— that one!”

You scroll back two photos—a candid shot of Sophia holding the tart earlier, eyes bright, smile wide.

“I’m gonna need you to send that to me,” she declares instantly. “You’re so talented, it’s actually annoying,” she says, nudging your shoulder. “Anyway, I should get back before they send out a search party.”

“Tell Sophia I’m still alive,” you joke, waving her off as she heads back toward the bench.

When Megan returns to the group, she’s practically bouncing. “I just saw Y/n!” Sophia doesn’t look up from her phone, but her brows twitch ever so slightly.

“Oh yeah?” Lara asks, licking some frosting off her fork.

“Yeah, she was by the cupcake stand. She got such pretty photos—like, she showed me some? They're so good, it made me want to scream.”

“She always has that eye,” Daniela adds, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I saw some of the shots she did for the Spring Gala last year, and they looked like they should be in a magazine.”

“She took this one of Sophia,” Megan says, holding out her phone with the picture you had just sent from your phone. “Look how good it is—like she’s glowing.”

The girls crowd around to look, and Manon lets out a low whistle. “Okay, that’s actually stunning. You look like you’re in an ad.”

“Of course it looks good,” Sophia says, voice tight, her tone sharp enough to cut. “It’s literally her job.”

The comment has the other five girls pause, turning to her slowly. “Damn, who pissed in your latte?” Dani mutters under her breath.

Manon raises a brow. “You okay over there, Supreme Leader?”

Sophia glares. “I just don’t think we need to throw her a parade for doing what she’s paid to do.”

“She’s not paid, unnie,” Yoonchae chimes in, “She’s technically on scholarship.” Sophia presses her lips together. “Same thing.”

Megan tries to lighten the mood. “I’m just saying—she’s got talent, okay? And taste. You should’ve seen the shot she got of me. I looked gorgeous.”

“I’m sure,” Sophia mutters.

“I mean, she made you look extra good,” Manon teases, sipping her iced coffee with a smirk. “Maybe you should ask her for a photoshoot.”

Daniela snorts, taking her last bite while saying, “She’d start a fight before that ever happened.”

“You guys are so annoying,” Sophia groans, standing up abruptly, the remains of her lemon tart left in a cute container.

The girls erupt into laughter. “She’s blushing!” Lara exclaims, pointing at her. “I’m not!” Sophia snaps, already walking away.

“I’ll ask Y/n to take a couple of shots of you next time,” Manon calls after her. “Maybe you’ll stop hating her if she gets your good side.”

“Every side is my good side,” Sophia fires back, but her cheeks are pink. The girls are still giggling when she disappears into the crowd.

Sophia didn’t understand the hype around you despite everyone’s admiration. Sure, you were involved in multiple school activities, but that didn’t mean you were on her level.

That’s what Sophia told herself, at least.

But if you asked everyone on campus, everyone would say you two are alike, even if either of you didn’t admit to it. You had a similar charm and a natural-born leader-like aura, even if you only had minor roles within the activities you participated in.

The list is quite surprising, actually. You are the Student Government’s social media manager, part of the Buddy Program, a member of the cultural awareness club, music club, wellness club, vice captain of the school’s dance team, and have helped out with fundraisers.

You made sure to get all the experience you could while being on a scholarship, and all the efforts paid off after four years. Everyone recognized your efforts, even Sophia did deep down.

“Ugh, get out of my head,” she groans quietly, trying to make sure no one sees a stressed version of Sophia Laforteza out in the wild.

Although to her luck, the one person she would’ve liked to avoid stopped in their tracks at the sight of her gripping her dark locks.

You held the camera right to your chest, looking toward the left, where you found her behind one of the booths.

Sophia’s face morphed into disappointment. “This cannot be happening right now,” she muttered.

She sees this amusement in your eyes, the same look you gave her when you successfully annoyed her. There's this tension that feels forbidden to speak of, and all Sophia can do is push past you.

The shove of her shoulder lingered on your own, hand caressing the targeted spot while the other made sure the camera didn’t fall and break.

“Can’t believe my major role in life is to piss off the student president,” your eyes shimmered, but your voice laced with sarcasm.

There’s Sophia’s point of view in this entire “rivalry,” but what about yours?

It was simple. Much simpler than the Filipina made it out to be.

You believed Sophia was a fraud since day 1.

Initially, you thought that the woman wanted to make friends. The way you remembered the first meeting with her is a complete 180 from what she remembers. Because her first interaction with you was when you met her during your prerequisite class during your sophomore year of college, not in the student government.

Sophia’s position at the time was assistant to both the vice president and the student body president at the time. She sucked up to the older girls, making sure she looked good and outshone others.

That’s not how she portrayed it, but that's what it felt like, and you hadn’t liked her ever since. Through the years, there wasn’t any evident change to Sophia’s character, but it made her predictable.

Like when she bought everyone food, gave you a class rep position, hell, even her moving up in the school’s ‘political’ hierarchy made sense.

You simply didn’t like her, completely aware that the feelings were mutual.

The similarities in personalities and work ethic are uncanny between the two of you. Yet the biggest difference was that you have all your friends, connections, and even assignments through effortlessness, while Sophia made it feel like she had to plaster her face on the walls to make sure people paid attention to her.

It’s probably harsh to say, but because of how blunt you are, that’s just how you feel.

You doubt that will ever change, either.

There’s another world or dimension where you and Sophia didn’t know or hate each other, but not in this timeline. Because the next few weeks were about to be you and her spending a lot of time together with all the events happening.

Especially since you took photos of anyone and anything, there was no way she could avoid you.

Just when she didn’t think it could get any worse for her, the world decided to go against her during the second fundraiser.

Sophia knew that you had a persevering and determined work ethic, willing to get work done and to help. She wasn’t aware of what lengths you’d go to help, though.

That day, she could only stop by the parking lot due to a busy schedule and some assignments needing to be done. Once she made it, there were loads of cars lined up—some being rinsed while others were lathered in soap.

Kayla stood next to her, handing the Filipina a clipboard to check if things were running smoothly. Her eyes traveled down to a list of volunteers, where she found one of the wash girls had not made it.

“Didn’t we have 15 students on the list? Why didn’t Giovanna show up?” Sophia squinted behind her shades, and Kayla straightened her posture at the question. “She recently sprained her ankle during soccer practice, so she couldn’t make it.”

“Well, who replaced her?” Before Sophia can finish her question, the younger student points at the red car currently being washed, where she finds you in a cami top and skimpy, low-waisted denim shorts.

Thank the heavens for her large shades. Sophia blinked furiously as if her vision blurred, and one she coughed once, her cheeks almost turned pink through her makeup.

She had never seen this side of you. This hot, sensual one. The white cami you wore had practically gone see-through from the water, the fabric soaked top clinging onto every curve on your body. The denim shorts showed off your legs, how they glistened in the sun like diamonds, covered with water droplets on them.

Don’t even get her started on the midriff she saw peaking through. You rarely ever wore crop tops, at least at any given moment while Sophia’s around. So when she sees your defined abs, the wet top molding into them, she covers her mouth with the palm of her hand at the shock.

“What the hell…?”

“Is she doing here?” Kayla tries to finish the question, Sophia only nodding her head in surprise. “Y/n finished posting on all the socials, so she decided to help out when she saw one team had missing members.”

The older person could only mumble, “What about the high-end cars from larger customers?” “She dries her hands and takes pictures with her phone instead of the camera.”

Sophia can’t even respond, her eyes never leaving you, no matter how busy you were. The strands of your hair are obviously wet, losing their volume as some of it clung to your exposed skin. The way your top had become see-through, the dark blue bra you wore was vibrant through the now sheer top.

Her breath hitches when you flick your hair back upward, making sure it isn’t in front of you. It looked like those movie scenes where the hot girl flings her hair upward while leaving the pool.

…Safe to say that Sophia couldn’t believe that’s actually you.

She had only ever seen you in the professional light, and seeing you like this? Had heat pooling low in her stomach.

The best course of action was to walk away, and she did just that, Kayla following her trail yet falling back due to Sophia’s pace despite in heeled boots.

“Uhm, Sophia? Where are we going?” she hears a trembling voice behind her, and Sophia’s brows furrow, not at the question, but at the fact that her brain couldn’t stop thinking of you.

“I want to check out venues for the welcome party.”

“Outdoors is an option.”

“No. We did the bakery outdoors, and the fact that students and staff will likely be drunk, we can be liable for any mishaps. I’m not taking that chance, Kayla.”

There was urgency in her voice as she walked toward the campus housing office, eyes full of fury as she tried to get her mind off you.

Once Sophia and Kayla got into the room, the younger student began doing what was asked of her while Sophia sat in the waiting area. The blonde had brought a list of usable houses, trying to see which one fit the needs of MANY students.

“Every house isn’t fit for multiple students in the school; the list is pretty much comprised of outdoor venues other than one.”

“The modern-looking house in Beverly Hills?” Kayla nods, and she hears a groan from the senior. “I want a change of scenery and a spot easily accessible for students without cars.”

Before her assistant can respond, Sophia is already standing and walking over to the desk with a formidable walk.

Her hands slam down on the table, causing the employee at the front desk to flinch. Trying to keep her image intact, Sophia gives the man a friendly smile, her nails drumming on the counter. “Julian, right?”

The boy just nods, and she begins to give a very believable performance. “The newly built dormitory just passed the inspection, right? I was hoping we could use it for the welcoming party for students and staff this upcoming Friday. We can restrict it to only the first floor with all the amenities.”

“I’m sorry, Sophia. I’m not sure how doable that’s gonna be.”

Kayla, who does well in acting as her counterpart, leans over the counter with an evil smile, “Get Joe in here, please?”

The boy can only nod, scared to piss off the two, and runs to the back room. About five minutes later, Julian comes out with Joe behind him, who's evidently exhausted from all the work he’s doing.

“Ah, Laforteza. What can I do for you?”

“New dorm as venue for the welcoming party?” Her voice is high-pitched while she speaks fast, in hopes it will get him to agree. Yet she’s well loved by everyone, so why would he say no?

“Done, I’ll fax over the papers of me approving it—I’m sure the dean and principal will sign. If not, and that’s a really low chance, I’ll look for a place that fits your needs.”

“Cool, Kayla, send him the details.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Sophia’s charms, unsurprisingly, did their damn thing with Joe.

Technically, the school’s Residential Director, who pretty much operated more like a cool uncle who wandered campus with a hippie shirt on, had successfully made everyone agree to the girls' wishes. One little meeting, a couple of compliments about the architecture of the newly-built Verano Dormitory, and a perfectly packaged proposal from Sophia herself, and the man had agreed.

By Friday night, the lower level—bigger than even some of the academic buildings—was converted into a party den. String lights flickered along the ceiling beams, the color-changing LEDs wrapped around pillars bathed everything in soft blue and gold.

There were food trays near the shared kitchen, music pumping through the large tower speakers, and enough students packed into one building to classify as a slight fire hazard. But amid the music, laughter, and chaos, Sophia sat neatly curled into the corner of one of the velvet couches in the common lounge, back perfectly straight, one arm draped over the cushion.

Manon, Daniela, Lara, Megan, and Yoonchae were on the same couch—three of them well into a couple of drinks by now. Megan and Yoonchae, on the other hand, sat cross-legged in their spots, nursing cans of soda and passing around a pack of gummies.

“Remind me to never mix hard seltzer and Soju again,” Manon muttered, nearly falling into Dani’s lap. “That’s literally what I said when you started mixing them,” Dani giggles, poking her side with a painted nail.

Sophia sipped lightly from her cup—a citrus cocktail someone had made that tasted like melted sugary fruit—and scanned the room like a hawk, making sure she watched everyone.

“I still can’t believe Joe gave us the dorm,” Lara said through a hiccup, tilting her head up. “Like, this space is huge. Do you see that staircase?”

“Do you see how tipsy you are?” Megan asked, snickering.

Sophia smiled a little, only half-listening, her eyes drifting across the room every few seconds. “Presidential duty,” she said earlier, when they asked why she chose the corner seat. “I should be able to observe everyone from here.”

Then a quick, bright flash and shutter sound caught her attention.

You were standing about six feet away from the group, camera raised, snapping a quick photo, hands swiftly clicking the button, looking way too good in a semi-casual fit that made her think something she absolutely shouldn’t.

You didn’t even say hi— just capturing them mid-laughter, unaware until you pulled the camera away from your face. Dani looked up first, waving with a smile. “¡Y/n! ¡Ven acá!” she shouted above the music, motioning you over.

With no hesitation, you look over to the group who considered you a good friend of theirs, of course, other than Sophia.

Sophia didn't move or bat an eye as she glared at you. Dani leaned back slightly, cheeks flushed from drinking and how warm the corner was. “¿Aprendiste la nueva coreografía del club de baile ya o no?” (Did you learn the new choreography from the dance club yet or not?)

You gave a small laugh, nodding as you replied, “La aprendí, sí. Pero también le agregué unas partes nuevas para la segunda mitad. Si quieres, podemos practicar este fin de semana para presentarla.” (I did, yeah. But I also added a few new parts for the second half. If you want, we can practice this weekend to present it.)

“¡Eso me encantaría! ¡Mañana o el domingo?” (I’d love that! Tomorrow or Sunday?)

“Lo que te sirva más. Yo me adapto.”(Whatever works best for you. I can adjust.)

You looked effortlessly cool while speaking to Danila, the other, picking up that the conversation was between the captain and the vice captain of the dance team. But while you talked, Sophia felt like her drink suddenly had much more alcohol in it.

Because hearing you speak Spanish shouldn’t have been anything. But it was smooth and fast. Dani laughed again at something you said, and Sophia just stared. She barely caught half of it, but it didn’t matter. The way you became more relaxed while speaking in another language—it had her all nervous in a way that pissed her off.

It wasn’t fair—she’s supposed to hate you. And yet, here she was, borderline malfunctioning over a few fluent sentences.

You glanced over and caught this unfamiliar look in her eye.

It wasn’t her usual look that silently read condescension or superiority complex. No, Sophia looked caught red-handed for some reason.

You furrow your brows slightly, unsure of what to make of it. Was she drunk? Was that just the lighting? Was she—

“I should let you guys hang out,” you muttered, pulling your camera strap higher onto your shoulder. “I’ll see you all on Monday.”

“Wait!” Yoonchae piped up suddenly from her spot on the couch, eyes wide. “Unnie, don’t forget the buddy scrimmages tomorrow! Volleyball, 1 PM. You’re my partner!”

You groaned sarcastically but smiled anyway. “I didn’t forget. I’ll be there.”

“Good,” she said, all proud and chipper. You gave the group a final nod before slipping back into the crowd, blending in with a group headed toward the refreshment table.

Sophia blinked once—then twice. Her drink was now untouched for the entire interaction. Megan leaned over and nudged her arm. “You good?”

“Huh?” Sophia snapped back. “Yeah. Fine.”

“Mm,” Megan said, raising a brow. “You’ve been real quiet since Dani pulled Y/n over. Just sayin’.”

“Don’t start.”

“You sure? Because you were practically drooling when she started talking.”

“I wasn’t drooling,” Sophia snapped, her voice a little too high-pitched to be believable. “You kind of were,” Manon slurred a bit, lifting her drink with a laugh. “But it’s okay. She’s pretty.”

“She is,” Dani agreed, sighing wistfully. “And she dances so well. Like her body control? Ugh. She could step on me and I’d say thank you.”

“Oh my God,” Sophia muttered, sinking deeper into the couch.

“I’m just saying,” Megan grinned. “You’ve got that look again. You only get that when you're obsessed.”

“I’m not obsessed,” Sophia snapped, cheeks burning.

“Then why are you still staring at the spot she was just standing in?” The girls howled.

Lara spilled her drink on her own leg from laughing so hard. Yoonchae was half-giggling, half-mouthing “Unnie has a crush” in Dani’s direction.

Sophia groaned, hiding her face with one hand. “I hate all of you.”

All of her conflicting feelings made her unsure of how she felt about you.

Before she can make up her mind, Sophia wants to figure out a couple of things first.

You walked through the party, gripping your camera while trying to get to the table full of drinks. Successful enough to get a fruit punch, you take a sip, deep in thought about the look Sophia gave you. There was this interest or longing in her eyes that you’ve never seen before. She’d never been the kind to be shy about her distaste for you—or at least, that’s how it felt.

“Hey.”

You turned, mid-sip, and found a girl named Cynthia who is in your sociology class. Her hair was styled in a sharp bob and gave you a cheery grin. She distinctively always wore those vintage-style earrings and kept an extra highlighter tucked behind her ear while in class. Tonight, though, she was dressed in a cropped blouse, high-waisted pants, and just the right amount of eyeliner.

“Hey,” you greeted, polite but a bit confused at the encounter. You lowered your camera and sipped your drink again, scanning the space for new shots. Cynthia, however, wasn’t going to let the moment pass.

“I saw you across the room,” she said, stepping in just a little closer. Her subtle perfume was sweet and filled your nose. “You look really good tonight.”

You chuckled lightly, giving a modest shrug. “Yeah, well, school made me bring out the big camera. Can’t fully enjoy the party.”

“Well, the camera suits you,” Cynthia replied, head tilted. “But I think it’s unfair that you’re behind it instead of in front.”

You smiled, unsure how to respond without sounding rude or leading her on. She clearly meant well, and you didn’t want to embarrass her. “That’s kind of you to say.”

She leaned slightly into your space, eyes sparkling in the low lighting. “You know, I’ve been meaning to talk to you more. You always seem so focused in class.”

“Focused or sleep-deprived,” you joked.

“Both can be hot,” she shot back easily, and you let out a startled laugh. Cynthia was bolder than she seemed in the classroom, probably the liquid courage coursing through her veins.

In the other room, Sophia had excused herself to the bathroom, needing a breather from the relentless teasing of her friends and actually needing the bathroom. She made her way through the hallway, heels clicking, her eyes roaming as she navigated the groups of people clustered near the stairs. On her way back, she cut through the side of the common area and paused.

There you were, leaning against the table, camera resting on your hip, soft smile on your face as you talked to Cynthia.

Her heart stalled a bit. She knew she wasn’t jealous, that much she knew. But maybe curiosity, concern, annoyance? She isn’t really sure about what it was. But it made her stop walking altogether, partly shielded behind a group of students in front of her, who were stuck in their own conversation. She watched as Cynthia laughed too loudly, as she touched your arm too comfortably, as you gave a tight smile and shifted your weight, but didn’t move away.

You looked stuck as Sophia squinted. Your body language was hesitant, but like her, you were probably too nice to tell the girl off. Still, Cynthia kept leaning in, twirling a piece of hair and batting her lashes.

Sophia didn’t know why it made her jaw tense, but her body seemed to walk forward on its own.

Cynthia was saying something else flirty—something you were clearly not paying attention to, but she didn’t get the memo. It took all your restraint not to choke on your punch at comments that surprised you.

“Hey,” Sophia said, breezy but loud enough to stop the conversation. You and Cynthia both turned. “Sorry to interrupt. You’re needed back on coverage Y/n. Joe wants a couple of story shots from the east side before people start heading out since it's getting late.”

You blinked. “Oh. Yeah, of course.”

Sophia gave a closed-lip smile. “Now, preferably.”

Cynthia took a small step back, lips pursing at Sophia’s intimidating aura. “Oh, right. Of course… School stuff.” Her voice lost some of its luster.

You nodded apologetically, lifting your camera. “Rain check,” you told her with a polite tone.

“Maybe,” she said, but the flirt had drained from her smile.

Sophia didn’t wait for either of you to say more. She turned and started walking, clearly expecting you to follow. And you did, adjusting your strap and catching up.

Once out of Cynthia’s earshot, you glanced sideways at her. “Did Joe really say that?”

“He didn’t have to.” Sophia didn’t look at you. “That’s what you're on Student Government for.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Are you my supervisor now?”

“No,” she said. “But it looked like you needed help.”

You gave her a long look. “Is that some concern I’m hearing, Pres?”

Sophia finally met your gaze, but her expression was unreadable. Her voice was cool, but softer. “I don’t like distractions.”

“I wasn’t distracted.”

“Cynthia was being obvious.”

“Not my fault, she wanted to talk.”

Sophia didn’t respond immediately; she only walked ahead until you both reached the east side of the common area. You raised your camera and began taking the shots she claimed were ‘needed.’

After a minute, Sophia spoke again, just blurting out the first thing that came to mind. “She’s not your type.”

The camera is frozen in your hands, and you turn slowly. “You think you know my type?”

“I know what kind of girls you look at.”

“Really?” Your voice dipped, teasing but quiet. “And which kind is that?”

Sophia crossed her arms, eyes flicking toward the ceiling for a moment like she regretted starting the conversation in the first place. But then she tilted her head and shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “The intense kind. Driven. Maybe a little too controlling.”

You smirked and told her, “Sounds familiar… but you definitely don’t know me at all.” The comment was meant to be serious, but it came off more playful, probably for the better.

Sophia rolled her eyes, but there was no heat to it. “Get your shots. You have fifteen minutes until you're finished for the night.”

You lifted the camera, but not before whispering in a teasing manner, “You were watching me.”

Sophia turned to leave without answering, but her ears were red. Later, when she rejoined the girls on the couch, Dani noticed immediately. “Where did you disappear to?”

“Bathroom,” Sophia replied.

“Definitely longer than a bathroom break. Did something happen?”

Sophia sat back in the corner spot. “No one important,” that just slipped out.

“Huh.” Manon sipped her drink and grinned. “Because Cynthia came back muttering ‘dammit, Sophia’ while distraught.”

Sophia didn’t reply, but her smile was smug, “good.”

“That sounded evil,” Lara pointed to the older, and Sophia rolled her eyes for like the fourth time tonight.

“Bet it’s about Y/n, again!” Megan practically cheers, and Yoonchae nods. “For sure, unnie always talks about that girl staring at her… a little too clueless that she’s crushing on her.”

“That reminds me, I have to text her about something,” Dani says while whipping out her phone. As much as Sophia wanted to probe, her brain wouldn’t let her, but luckily, the rest were friends with you, right?

Manon, who's sobering up a bit, shifts in her spot with a confused look, “About?”

“She wants to get more cardio in at the gym and wants a regimen for it. I offered to help.”

Megan’s brows furrow together, not understanding why, “Isn’t she like… already ripped?” “Says she’s lacking stamina,” Dani just shrugs, always supportive to help a friend out. “Stamina’s lacking, but she’s always running around events for photos without getting tired easily.”

Lara nods at what Manon points out, but all Sophia can think about is how much work you do within a week. It did intrigue her as to how you found the time for yourself.

One other thing about the President, she’ll make sure she finds out.

The sunlight filtering through the tinted windows of the Student Government office was soft and golden. It stretched across the meeting table. Sophia slumped over, writing furiously in her planner, because her day was pure shit. Her head was pounding, a dull ache blooming behind her temples.

Three meetings back-to-back, including a long one with the Dean, who somehow managed to turn a five-minute update into an hour-long guilt trip. Plans for community partnerships, reports about last semester’s scholarship funding discrepancies. Not all of it was about her duties, but all she could do was sit down and listen without being disrespectful.

The dean even had a field trip proposal from the Environmental Club to review by next week. Some homecoming committee budget approvals, a contract negotiation email is waiting in her inbox with “urgent” flagged twice.

And then, to add to it all, she had Communications.

Professor Mendelsohn had his usual peppy attitude during class that afternoon, announcing a new project. Something about personal brand audits, analyzing online presence across platforms, conducting peer reviews, submitting a report, and presenting findings to a mock "corporate board" made up of your classmates in exactly one week.

Just pain, without any extension because, as he would say, “Making deadlines for work without extra days is part of life.’

Sophia had clenched her jaw the entire walk back to the Student Gov room. Her famous heels had clicked furiously against the tiled flooring of the hallway. By the time she got there, she was already at capacity. Already tired of pretending to smile at people asking for favors or dropping in to “chat” about updates they could’ve easily emailed her.

She’d snapped at two underclassmen who forgot to clean up after a lunch break they had. Her voice had raised high pressure and tension in the air. A junior trying to propose a small charity event had blinked at her and awkwardly mumbled, “Maybe next week.”

Now, finally alone in the office, Sophia was breathing unevenly, her planner open, but her pen hadn’t moved once. She hated being like this, but it kept happening as it came with the position she worked hard for.

No one gives you a rule book on how to be a Student President; if someone did, Sophia would’ve been reading it nonstop by now.

She ran a hand through her hair and leaned back, the room echoing slightly with her sharp sigh.

The door then suddenly creaked open, you walking in like it was nothing—quite frankly, it was no big deal. But with the mood Sophia was in, she was about to make it one.

You causally sauntered in, looking around the room and not minding her presence one bit. Just your phone in hand and a slight wrinkle in your brow that probably meant you were annoyed.

“Sorry—” you started, already heading toward the corner cubby. “I left something.” Sophia didn’t look up. “Of course you did.”

You paused, blinking. Her giving you attitude was nothing new, but in a space where it was just the two of you, the comment felt more personal.

There was a moment of silence between you, but then, finally, your voice—deadpan. “Was that supposed to mean something?”

Sophia closed her planner with a loud thud and leaned her elbow onto the desk. “Ugh. Not you right now.”

That earned her a sharp look, your arms crossing against your chest. “Is there a problem, Laforteza?” you asked.

‘Oh. Oh, you really wanted to do this right now,’ was the first thing she thought.

Sophia straightened, her face twisted in something between disbelief and exasperation. “You wanna know what my problem is?”

You arched a brow, “That’s what I asked.”

“My problem,” she snapped, “is that I’ve been going nonstop since 7 A.M. I’ve been in meetings about scholarships and event budgets and field trip insurance, I got called into the Dean’s office because apparently no one else knows how to handle the sustainability grant forms, and then Mendelsohn gave us a comms project due in seven days where I have to dissect my entire online existence and pitch it like I’m applying for Shark Tank.”

You walk around the table, nearing her as she continues to rant, not seeing how any of her reasons had anything to do with you.

“And then,” she added, voice rising, “I come here, to the one place that’s supposed to be quiet now because everyone’s gone, and guess who walks in acting like the world owes her space?”

“I didn’t know your whole world revolved around me,” you shot back, tone calm but standing your ground.

“Oh my God,” Sophia muttered. “You are—infuriating. You’re friends with all of my friends, but you never talk to me unless it’s sarcastic or condescending or to give me that little fake smile like you’re above all this.”

“I don’t give you fake smiles.”

“You don’t give me anything,” her head snapped toward you, now standing as she glares. “You talk to everyone else like they’re human, and then you look at me like I’m nothing.”

A brow raises unconsciously as you listen to her.

“I don’t even know what I did to you,” Sophia went on, eyes shining with something sharp. “But you always have an attitude when you speak to me, like you’ve got me all figured out and you hate what you see. You hate me, and I don’t even know why.”

The room was quiet, and your eyes didn’t leave hers. “I don’t hate you.”

Sophia’s breath hitched at the short sentence, her stance faltering slightly.

“I don’t hate you,” you repeated. “But I hate the version of you everyone sees. The perfect student body president. You're like a PR girl. The nice voice, the hand on the shoulder, the polished laugh.”

Sophia’s arms slowly folded over her chest, her face blank now. “I hate how fake it feels,” you continued. “Because your friends? They’re real. They don’t portray themselves the way you do. You sound and look rehearsed in every way—no one sees through it.”

You stepped closer, lowering your voice just enough to force her to listen. “But I do.”

Sophia couldn’t breathe properly, listening to the longest conversation the two of you have had since you’ve met. “You try so hard to be liked,” you murmured. “And I think you hate that I’m not one of the people who gives it to you.”

She swallowed hard.

There was a heat in the air now, like the moment before all the chaos. Her fists clenched, eyes darting across your face like she was looking for something other than your honesty to feel better about herself.

But she couldn’t see anything else.

“I’m not fake,” she finally said, her voice low, shaky.

“I didn’t say you were,” you replied. “I said the version you show everyone is.”

She stepped forward, but you didn’t move back. “You don’t know me.”

“Then show me the version that doesn’t talk like a LinkedIn profile.”

That comment, despite being a joke, irked the girl. Sophia’s jaw tensed with her perfectly manicured fingers curled, then straightened—and then one sharply dug into your chest as she pointed.

“I hate you,” she whispered.

“No,” you said, eyes flicking to her lips, “you hate that I don’t pretend with you.”

Her expression didn’t waver, her nostrils flaring with anger. If cartoon smoke were something you could see in real life, you were sure you would’ve seen it coming out of her nose and ears by now.

She hated that you were able to say the right things to get this version of her. The one that’s all riled up, strands of hair tousled, her outfit looking wrinkled from the busy day—this is the real Sophia you were talking about.

Her eyes gleam under the bright light while holding back the brimming tears, pouty lips trembling slightly.

“This is the real you, huh?” You murmured.

She let out a short, almost broken laugh—like you’d caught her off guard for the first time all day. Her fingers curled slightly into your shirt. You didn’t even flinch.

“You’re such an asshole,” she breathed.

“That doesn’t seem to stop you from thinking about me.”

There was a pause, Sophia seeming to calm down yet not responding to anything you said.

She then repeated, “You don’t know me, Y/n.” Your head tilts, head leaning back a bit, while your hand rests in the pockets of your joggers. “Then if you want me to be friends with you so bad, you're gonna have to show me, Sophia.”

It was a challenge. A challenge that rapidly took over Sophia’s brain and body.

There wasn’t a thought that took over her, but something did as she tugged on your shirt hard, pulling you in as your lips crashed onto hers.

Processing everything wasn’t going to happen, especially when you see her eyes shut, hands gripping your shirt even harder, like she wanted to rip it off. Your hands started up with your elbows up, not understanding what was going on.

You didn’t hate it, but it caught you off guard.

Once you noticed that Sophia wanted to prove herself by not letting go, your shoulders relaxed as your hands fell onto her slim waist. She feels how your hands rested on the fabric of her sheer button-up, the touch warming up her body.

You thought, ‘Hey, this isn’t so bad!’ Which quickly changes when you feel her hands releasing your shirt.

Thinking she had enough, you almost back away until Sophia presses her chest against yours, no space left, and her fingers combed through your hair—gripping with all her might.

The feeling has you groan against her lips, arms fully wrapping around her waist to balance her from falling back. You feel how her back arched, torsos touching each other as a muffled moan escapes her lips. There was no space between you, just the feeling of temperatures rising as you kissed back.

One of her hands begins caressing your back, and you turn a slight angle to raise her up, leaning her on the table. Having Sophia seated, she feels your fingers fiddling with the hem of her shirt. Lips begin to trail down to her neck, and a trembling moan comes out of her lips.

“This is the real version you wanted to show me?” You tease, and Sophia practically hisses at the comment, “Shut up.”

“Shut up?” You questioned, lifting her up swiftly to turn her over, her upper half now pressed onto the large table. “Let’s hope we don’t argue during this, hm?”

The comment is harmless, but as your hands roam from her back onto her thighs, her body goes rigid. You lift the skimpy skirt over her ass, being given a good view of the thong she’s wearing.

“Isn’t it a good day for me?” she hears you mumble, pressing a finger on the clothed core. Sophia lets out a high-pitched whimper, the warmth of one of your fingers already having her aching down below.

The small line of fabric slowly became damp, and she heard this low chuckle from you. “Who knew Miss President could be so… slutty?”

Sophia wanted to respond, but the feeling of the fabric being pulled to the side had her shuddering as she felt the cool air brushing against her wet cunt.

You kneel down, ready to dig in, but hear a knock that has both of you pause.

… The damn door isn’t locked, and both of you were now staring at it in case the knob began to turn.

“Sophia? You in there?” The voice is too recognizable, and both of you seem to relax a bit when hearing it’s Kayla.

“Yes!” Sophia shouts softly, but sees how the doorknob begins to turn slightly, making her yell, “Don’t come in!”

The franticness in Sophia’s voice has you smirking, deciding to take matters into your own hands. You inch forward, face right in front of her pussy, and give a small lick. She bites her bottom lip, afraid any sound she makes would be heard by her own assistant.

Kayla’s voice is worried behind the door, “Is everything okay?”

There was this quick silence, because past those doors, your tongue plunged into Sophia’s soaking core. You hum against her, her heels kicking up from time to time as a hand covered her mouth. “You should answer before she walks in,” you mumble, loud enough for only Sophia to hear.

As she moves her hand, Sophia practically grits her teeth trying to answer, “I’m fine, Kayla, j-just need some alone time.” The girl stuttering makes you chuckle, taking a long stripe against your tongue out of amusement.

“Is there something I can bring you to help? I know you had a rough day.”

The concern almost makes Sophia break, her mouth agape as she feels your tongue doing laps over, and over, and over again. “Look at how caring she is towards you. I wonder how she would feel if she found her role model and crushed bent over for me.” Sophia’s hand finds the top of your head, gripping your hair again, “she doesn’t like me.”

“Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.” You stand behind her, adding a finger and feel Sophia tightening around it. “Must wanna trap me here, huh?”

She wants to say something, with freedom, but Kayla’s voice keeps interrupting, “Sophia?” “Uhm,” she lets out one sound, and you add another finger, you move with aching patience, fingers slipping back and pressing in. Sophia almost chokes a yelp, covering her mouth with a hand to quickly recover.

“I’m f-fine. Get some rest, Kayla!”

“You sure? Because you don’t sound too good?” She tries to respond in a friendly manner, but there's a switch in tone when you begin curling your fingers deep into her slit.

“I’m fucking fine, Kayla! Go home!”

Your brows raise, and you look at the wooden door; luckily no frosted windows to show the inside. There’s a heavy sigh. “Sure, have a good night, Sophia.” Both of you hear her footsteps fade away, and using whatever strength she has in her position, Sophia pushes you back with a hand.

You back up, and she flips over, knees apart with her pussy full on display for you. Her eyes are dark, looking a bit annoyed. “There’s no way you just did that.”

“And did,” you simply tell her, pressing your fingers back in as you thrust at a slow pace. You could feel her clench around them, greedy for more.

The eye contact you made with her only made Sophia want to kiss you again. You were so consistent while watching every reaction she gave you. The sounds of her cunt squelching made you chuckle, biting her lip as she watched you.

“Your ‘dear’ Kayla is probably so heartbroken right now.” You inch closer, picking up the pace that made Sophia whine profusely. “How her favorite person in the world is being fucked by someone deemed as her enemy,” you whisper against her lips, foreheads touching as you make her lean forward more. She feels how your breath grazes against her mouth, the warmth making her even wetter.

You, once again, curl your fingers, hitting the exact spot that has Sophia giving you a loud moan. “What if she walked in? She’d probably be crying at the sight.”

You add another finger, Sophia’s pussy clenching around all three. Her head hangs back at the sensation of feeling full, while you're successfully hitting her G-spot with every thrust and curl.

You quicken the pace just a bit more, and Sophia’s gasping for air. “Kayla would see how well your slutty cunt took my fingers.” Sophia feels you pressing a thumb on her clit, and her thighs begin to quiver.

“Fuck, Y/n, just like that.”

“She’d see you at your worst behavior, how you're just letting me use you,” You hiss while feeling how slick and messy she was becoming undone on your fingers. Pulling them out, you begin to rub her cunt with her juices coating each finger.

The circular movements at rapid motions have her thighs tensing, “I wanna cum,” she breaths out. You hum and shrug a bit, “Go for it.”

Not stopping her, Sophia’s thighs squeeze around your arm, keeping up the pace as her eyes roll back. You had no intentions of stopping, and she could only hold your forearm to slow you down.

“You must like the possibility of someone walking in, huh?” You take out your hand, flicking them downward to shake off some of her juices.

Sophia thought she had had enough; she couldn’t even respond to you as she took deep breaths. But when you took each finger, sucking each one clean, your tongue sticking out before you put one in… she wanted more.

Her hands trail on the button on her top, quickly undoing it as she sits up from her spot. You're a bit surprised at her course of action, but follow by lifting up your shirt slowly.

“You seem too tired to go on,” you admit, bunching up your shirt and throwing it to the other end of the table. She unclips her bra, staring you down with her eyes full of hunger, “I want you to use me.”

Your hands land on the table, your body leaning forward as your eyes look at her chest rising and dropping quickly, her pussy all swollen from you fucking her, and the way her petite mounds were fully out and hard.

“I-I need you to use me.” She revises her statement, and despite the stutter, it came out with full confidence. You tilt your head, amused by how different this was from her, and effortlessly take off your sports bra.

“So dirty, Laforteza,” the way her surname rolled off your tongue had her spiraling as she spread her legs wider for you. “Use me, Y/n.”

With the demand, you climb on top of her, Sophia feeling your nipples brushing against each other as your fingers go to work. You rub all five fingers against her leaking slit, moving with every intent to make her go crazy.

“This want you want?” You grunt, and Sophia shook her head against the table, “m-more.”

The invitation has you pulling her up to stand, her ass pressed on the edge of the large table as you kneel again. It gave Sophia such a pretty view of you, how the bottom half of your face had a like shine from her juices.

You lick at first, flicking her clit up, and Sophia hunches over slightly. She feels your hands pressing her thighs apart to give yourself more room. “You're so pretty like this,” you blurt against her, then sucking on her clit while one hand thrusts a finger up.

“See how wet you are for me? Such a good girl—doing so good for me,” you admit, but while talking, Sophia just feels the vibrations coursing through her body, leaving her mouth agape with aching moans.

“S-shit, too good,” she licks her lips, becoming dry from how much noise she was making. Her knees buckle slightly, her hand holding her up on the table as you. There was nothing gentle in the way you mouthed at her, tongue plunging deep as she sounded like she was about to sob.

“Y/n, I can’t-” You feel her legs closing, squeezing your head in between. She feels how you shake your head against her, standing and replacing the feeling of your mouth with plunging three fingers in instead.

She’s trying to lift her body away, but you pull her flush against your body, arm wrapping tight around her waist as your fingers never leave her sopping pussy. “Don’t run now—this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Sophia’s trembling at your words, using your body as balance, as she gasped. “Keep those legs open. I’m not done.” Each roll of her clit sent her hips jerking upward, trying to pull away, only to be dragged back in. "You said you could take it—so take it."

She’s biting her bottom lip, her upper teeth tugging hard as she tries to gain any sense of composure. You look at her, a gleam in your eyes as she holds onto your arm.

“Don’t you wanna be a good girl? “I wanna be good—please—let me be good—” She yelps, not being able to finish her sentence when your hand begins rubbing on her clit. You loop your arm around her back and under her arm, folding with her tit, rolling her nipple between your two fingers.

The begging and overstimulation have tears slowly gliding down her face, the slick sounds getting louder, wetter. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Sophia mumbled repeatedly against your shoulder, head leaning against you like it would help her case.

You feel her legs twitching, sobs turning into breathless whimpers as she comes again with the way your fingers keep plunging in, curling deep.

Feeling bad, you slow down as Sophia’s entire weight leans on you. The moment felt serious and exhausting for both, yet you feel Sophia’s head shaking and her chuckles against your skin.

“Is that enough about me?”

You burst out laughing at the question, the sudden comedic relief hurting your abs. “It’s definitely one version of you.”

She does her best to stand up straight, still using you as somehwat of a crutch while her legs feel like jelly. “Wanna know more?”

Sophia’s clearly looking up at you, deer-like and pleasing as her swollen lips pout like she wants you to spoil her.

“How so?”

Even with you just fucking her, she smiles and wraps her arms around your neck, “Take me out?”

The question was supposed to come out with the intention of commanding you to do it, but it comes out more uncertain than she wanted. You found it adorable, giving a small peck on her nose to make the moment a little cuter.

“Your wish is my command, President… so like now or?”

Sophia slaps your arm and the joke, wrapping her arms around your waist this time to give you a hug. “Oh, shut up.”

“You like telling me to do that when you know I won't listen.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever L/n.”

A/n: I used the little Spanish knowledge I had from hs and google translate for that Dani convo SO PLS IF IT ISNT GOOD AND DOESN'T MAKE SENSE kindly tell me pls and ty 🥹

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