WAIT LMFAO I LOVE U đđ im printing out and hanging that screenshot up on my wall because you've been one of my biggest inspirations since i first started writing for katseye!! also that's good to hear, and oooo...... i hope it goes well đđ
i just woke up from like a 2hr nap so i'm doing pretty well, started making some progress on my next fic!
OMG WAIT THATđđMEANS SO MUCH..... people saying im one of their inspirations is so like woahđđ but i hope it goes well w/ her too i opened up to my friends abt it............ and they r helping me i guess (im scared pls)
AHH ily too, ur too sweet âšď¸âšď¸ i feel like i haven't interacted much with a lot of my mutuals recently... i seriously need to get better at that... anyway how are u!!
HI AMI!!! omg sorry i've lowk been on call all dayđđđ chudding out..... i'm doing okay!! just feeling very wlw rn like ooooooo this girl???? keeps flirting with me im scared
wait i also need u to see this like im so honored ur in my inbox rn đđ my goat
the way i was just complaining abt not having a muse for writing and now this girl??????????? just told me she likes me bc i look like baby breaths and im nice to her??????? and that she loves me???
warnings: tooth rotting fluff please book a dentist appointment
sophia feels empowered to show you she's exactly your type on international women's day. maybe this time you'll finally choose her over him.
a/n: PLEASE listen to guy.exe while reading this i promise it'll make sense & perhaps this is compensation for whatever is happening in the smau rn..
As soon as the clock hits 8:00pm, thereâs someone at the door. Your eyebrows scrunch, head tilting towards the door. You werenât expecting anyone, the plan was to rot in your pajamas, watch another cheesy movie, something like âto all the boys Iâve loved before.â Your head is thrown back, the lights blinding as you push yourself off the couch. You put on a hoodie, fixing your shots to look presentable.Â
I swear if itâs an amazon delivâ âOh, hi.â Sophia can see the confusion written all over your face as she stands in front of you, lilies in hand. âWho are those for? What on eart- You know what? Just come in.â You stand aside, letting her come in before shutting the door. âWhat are you doing here?â Your hand rests on your hip, an unimpressed expression on your face as you see your best friendâs eyes roaming over you.Â
âFor you, by the way.â She tilts the flowers towards you, but your mouth only parts, words dying down. She settles the flowers down on your table before you start giving her a two hour lecture on how she needs to save money. Sheâs a popstar for godâs sake. âI still donât understand who youâre so dolled up for. Do you have a date? And if you do, why are you at my houseâŚâÂ
âItâs eight at night.â She starts, pointing to the clock on your wall, and you look at her, still just as confused. You draw out an âokay,â waiting for her to continue. Sophia points towards her heels, flexing her bicep right after, rolling her eyes as you giggle at her. âSix feet.â She continues to hint at you. âYou are not six feet in those heels, maybe 5â9 at max.â Sophia gasps, mimicking a knife stabbing her chest.Â
Before you can react, her hands are around you, picking you up bridal style as she carries you to the couch. âSuper strong.â She mumbles but it still doesnât click to you. âIs this like a girlfriend resumĂŠ that youâre trying to fill out?â Sophia only sighs, flopping on top of you. Her lips land on your cheek, she sees the way you blush, her smile widens.Â
âGo, get ready. Weâre going out.â She smacks your shoulder, getting off you. Youâre still just as confused. âChop chop, weâre getting late!â You giggle, slowly rolling out of the couch. âIâm going, dude.â Sophia scoffs. âAre you calling me dude? Wow. This is what six years of friendship gets me.â You flip her off, heading upstairs to dress up.Â
Sophiaâs heels clack against the floor as she paces around your living room. Her nails dig into her palm as she waits for you. Sheâs scared this will all be a fucking disaster, especially with the way you reacted to her showing up to your doorstep. You were so okay with her going on a date with someone else, ugh, how was she going to tell you?Â
âOut!â You exclaim, lifting your dress up as you come down the stairs, and Sophia freezes for a moment, her eyes roaming up your body, mouth parted in a mesmerized expression. This isnât the first time sheâs seen you so dressed up but it just feels so much better knowing itâs to go out with her. She bites her lips, licking the small amount of blood gushing out with her tongue, before fully taking you in. âDamn, girl you look hungry as hell. Do we have dinner reservations orââÂ
âYes.â Thatâs all that Sophia says before grabbing your hand and dragging you to her car. âNice car, Sofi, did you buy a new one?â You look impressed. Point for Sophia! She nods, opening the door for you, earning herself an eye roll. âWhatâs got you so cheesy today?â You giggle as she slides into the driverâs seat. Sophia only shrugs. âSaw a really pretty girl today.â You have to bite down on your cheek to stop the big smile that was about to form on your face. You would be lying if you said you didnât like when Sophia flirted with you. Little did you know, the girl next to you had noticed, already adding another point to her list.Â
âI really want a cheesecake. Can we switch and just go to the cheesecake factory?â You randomly blurt out, letting out an exaggerated sigh. âDo you really think Iâm gonna take you to the cheesecake factory dressed like this?â You give her a big thumbs down, and she rolls her eyes at you, grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers.Â
âYouâll live, weâre here.â Sophia lets go of your hand, getting out of her seat, rushing over to your side, opening the car door. But you sit there with a humungous pout on your face, arms crossed looking like an adorable chipmunk. âYou let go of my hand, you hate me and want me to die,â You make a face at her looking away. Sophia snickers, kneeling with one knee touching the floor, her hand resting on the other. âMy bad, mâ lady, would you please grace me with your presence on this divine international women's day?âÂ
You bite your lip to stop the giggle, a little surprised by how well she takes your attitude sometimes. âFine,â You grab her hand, pulling her up with you. You both freeze for a moment as Sophiaâs lips brush against your knuckles. Normally you wouldâve called her cheesy, laughed it off after, but this time it felt real. Like she meant for it to happen. Sophia doesnât say anything, only pulls you upstairs to your table.
âReally fancy, Laforteza.â You kiss her cheek, resting an arm around her neck as hers snake around your waist. âOnly the best for you,â She shrugs like she didnât just turn you into a flustered tomato. âSame side?â She turns her face towards you, eyes staring into yours, looking at you so widely youâd think there were no thoughts in her head. âAlways.â It was hard to say no to her bug eyes.Â
Sophiaâs hands donât leave your waist for the rest of the night, giggling into your shoulders as you slip in another really stupid dad joke. Her eyes feel hypnotized, refusing to leave your figure as she eats. Her finger traces circles on the back of your hand, breathing in your perfume, sheâs almost sleepy. Itâs been so long since youâve both been close like this.Â
Sophia shakes herself out of the daze, slowly untangling herself from you. She notices the way your smiles dips a little, looking at her in confusion. She excuses herself, promising sheâll be back in two seconds as she heads towards the washroom. The cold water feels comforting, washing away the sweat from her hands as she tries to steady her racing heart. It was finally happening. She reaches into her pocket, taking the velvet box out, taking deep breaths.Â
She was going to do it. She was going to say everything thatâs been on her mind the past six months. Sheâs not going to let anyone stop her tonight. Youâre doing great Sophia, youâ
And then she sees him, leaning over the table she booked. That infuriating smirk on his face as he tries to fucking flirt with you again. Your ex, Ethan. Of course he has to come into the picture and ruin her day, he does this every time she tries to make a move. Sophia hates how you fall for him every time. Heâs such a bitch, and she hates him and he should go fuck himself andâ
Fuck this. Sophia slips the box inside her pocket again, heading downstairs to wait for you, or maybe not. Maybe heâll just charm you again, and sheâll have to listen to you complain about him. Sheâll just have to sit there and watch as you tell her your type. Kind. Not afraid to cry. Treats their mother right. Six feet tall, (optional, she hopes?). Super strong. Picks me up at eight, and not a minute late. Her head spins. She does everything right, she meets every standard except actually confessing.Â
She hates it, hates how sheâll never have the guts for it. Tears pool up in her eyes as she leans against the car. Sophia, you failed again. Forget about her. She really tries not to break down, not when she knows youâre about to come down any second, but then thereâs a hand on her shoulder, one thatâs spinning her around to face you. Thereâs warm fingers wiping her tears away, cupping her face, the gentle voice sheâs learned to adore.Â
âHey, hey, whatâs wrong?â Sophiaâs voice only cracks more as she hears the tone you use, one so patient and ready to listen. Her forehead leans against yours. âNothing.â Sophia shakes her head, trying to pull away but you keep her in place. âSo, youâre crying over nothing.â You give her a look, and Sophia crumbles into your arms, hugging you close as she sobs into your shoulders. âI-it doesnât matter,â She hiccups.Â
âIt matters to me.â You whisper into her ear. âYou always say that.â Sophia sighs, trying to calm herself down. âBecause I mean it.â Sophia pulls herself away from the embrace, reaching into her pocket. She pulls the box out, handing it to you. Your eyebrows scrunch, gently opening it. A gold necklace, a pendant on the side. A beautiful peacock feather, your favourite. Oh, my god. You told her that ages ago. âYou remembered.âÂ
âI always do.â Sophia gulps, heart racing in her chest, so fast she was worried it might come right out of her mouth and into her hands. âAre you sure you donât have something to say to me, Sofi?â Your fingers run across her lips. You see the hesitation in her lips, and you sigh. Get it together, Sophia! âI likââ You cut her off, lips already pressed against hers. Youâre an impatient woman.Â
Sophia gasps, steadying herself, hands cupping the back of your neck as she presses your mouth harder against hers. The air is knocked right out of her lungs as she pulls your body into hers so desperately, she really needs this. Butterflies pool up in her stomach, lips moving against yours gently, scared sheâll lose you if she pushes too hard. You pull away first, lips swollen but so delicious as you pant, trying to catch your breath. âWell, I like you too, Laforteza, took you too long.â You giggle, pulling her right back in before she can respond.Â
Sophia smiles into the kiss, slowly turning you over and pinning you to the car. Her lips trail down from your lips, nipping on your jawline, moving to your neck, leaving deep wet kisses, covering you in her lipstick as you whine about how it tickles. âIâve wanted this for so long, you have no idea.â Sophia sighs, biting down on your bottom lip, tugging at it till you moan, only ticking Sophia on further.
âOh, trust me, I had all the ideas.â You snicker, giving her one last peck before you both hear a man wailing as he comes out of the restaurant. Sophia looks back, alerted. But itâs⌠Ethan.Â
âOh, my god. Did you⌠did you kick him in the nuts?âÂ
Havenât even read the post, but from the pic and the three words I read from my notif, I can tell you guys, without a shadow of doubt, it wasnât accidental
like tbf it was......... a misclick i was js tryna be a supportive friend and like it đđđ
