𑣲┆ 𝒴ou came? — sophia laforteza
you’re sick and stop answering your phone. sophia panics, shows up, and takes care of you.
pairing sophia laforteza x fem reader, bestfriends to lovers genre fluff wc 1.4k
♫ — new year's day - taylor swift
your phone rang for the hundredth time today but you couldn't even lift your head off the pillow to check who it was.
you groaned as you rubbed your eyes open to attempt to grab your phone. as you reached over you accidentally knocked over a day old glass of coffee on yourself and bed and to make matters even worse… you dropped your phone. screen first onto the floor.
at this point, you didn't even have the energy to cry or do anything remotely showing that you still have emotions. you thought back to how you possibly could've gotten sick. the person coughing in the subway, or the little kid who accidentally threw his basketball at you while on your daily walk and then proceeded to throw up all over your favorite shoes? most likely the latter.
as you were racking your head for any recollection you swore you heard your front door open. then you heard a shout of your name and you immediately knew who it was. it was her voice. familiar and the only voice that could send shivers dancing up your spine.
“sophia…” you croaked out softly, turning your head to look at an angry looking sophia.
her expression quickly changed as soon as she saw your state. her eyebrows shot up in surprise before she quickly made her way over to you.
“hey,” she spoke softly as she brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face. she took the back of her hand to feel your forehead.
“jeez, you're burning up.” she said, looking worried. “when was the last time you took medicine?”
“i haven't." you admitted. “i immediately came home last night and passed out.” you replied, snuggling closer to your blankets.
sophia just looked at you for a beat before she stood up from where she was kneeling by your bed and took out her phone.
“what’re you doing?” you asked.
“ordering chicken noodle soup and medicine.” she said, concentrating on her phone.
“you really don't have to-”
“let's get you up and run you a warm bath.” she cut you off.
at this point you knew arguing with sophia will lead to nothing so you dangled your feet off the bed and stood up.
sophia moved around your room, scooping up the spilled coffee cup and random clothes scattered across the floor.
“come,” she said gently when you swayed. she guided you to the bathroom like you might collapse at any second.
she turned on the faucet, testing the temperature with her hand before plugging the tub. she reached for your favorite bubble bath, of course she knew exactly which one, and poured in just enough.
“you don’t have to do all this for me…” you mumbled, leaning against the doorframe.
sophia shot you a look over her shoulder. “i’d do anything for you.”
you smiled as you blushed, which made her smile. a real one. soft and relieved that you were somewhat okay.
when the tub filled halfway, sophia stood and came back to your side. “arms up,” she murmured.
you blinked at her, confused for a second, until she gently tugged at the hem of your hoodie. her movements were careful and almost hesitant like she was afraid of hurting you. you lifted your arms and let her pull the fabric over your head.
she folded the hoodie and set it aside, then helped you out of your shirt. there was nothing sexual about it… just concern. the kind that made her touch you like you were something delicate she didn’t want to lose.
“okay,” she said softly, offering her hand. “let’s get you in.”
her fingers curled around yours as she guided you into the tub. once you sunk into the tub you let out a shaky breath as the heat wrapped around you.
sophia knelt beside the tub and reached for the little plastic cup by your tub.
“lean back for me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
you did as she instructed and she poured warm water over your hair, smoothing it back from your forehead with a careful touch. you’ve never had anyone be this gentle and loving with you before.
she grabbed your shampoo and lathered it between her palms before massaging it into your scalp and you felt your eyes flutter shut.
“thank you,” you breathed out.
“you scared me,” she murmured, still working through your hair. “you never ignore my calls.”
“i fell asleep,” you whispered. “didn’t mean to worry you.”
sophia rinsed your hair with another cupful of water, her touch light. “i thought something happened to you,” she admitted quietly. “i was this close to calling your landlord and you know how much I hate him.”
you cracked one eye open to look at her, a soft smile tugging at your lips. “you care that much, huh?”
she paused, fingers slipping gently through the ends of your hair.
“so much more than you think,” she whispered.
you weren’t sure if it was the fever… or the way she was looking at you.
your breath hitched, barely noticeable under the sound of the running water, but she noticed anyway.
god, sophia always noticed everything about you.
“soph…” you whispered, not sure what you wanted to say, only sure that you wanted her closer.
she shifted, elbows resting on the edge of the tub as she leaned in just a little. “what is it?”
you swallowed, heat crawling across your cheeks that had nothing to do with your fever.
“i don’t want you to go.”
her expression softened. no, melted. “i’m not going anywhere,” she murmured. “not tonight. not ever, if you don’t want me to.”
and god, that didn’t help your heartbeat at all.
you just got into bed. cozy and comfortable under your sheets when you hear some clatter from your kitchen.
a few seconds later, sophia emerges from the door, holding a steaming bowl in her hands.
“chicken noodle soup,” she says, eyes flicking to your questioning face.
i’m “thank you,” you whisper, letting her set the bowl on the bedside table.
she slides into bed beside you, and leans back against the headboard. the tv glows softly in front of you. gilmore girls, your comfort show.
you wrap your hands around the warm bowl and blow lightly before taking a sip. the warmth spreads through you and makes you close your eyes.
when you open your eyes again you catch sophia looking at you. you smile at her shyly.
“it tastes amazing.” you say
“i’m glad. it’s one of my favorite restaurants.” she adds.
you both fall into a comfortable silence while watching the tv. but sophia’s gaze keeps drifting back to you, and your chest tightens in a way that has nothing to do with the soup. it’s just her.
a shiver runs through you, and she notices immediately.
“hey,” she says softly. “you cold?”
“just a bit but it’s ok-“
your cut off by the feeling of sophia’s arms wrapping around you.
“better?” she murmurs, and you nod letting yourself melt into her.
the rest of the night passed quietly. you eat your soup, take your medicine, and drift in and out of sleep and sophia is right besides you, holding your hand.
eventually, you both fall asleep tangled under the blankets, the tv playing softly in the background.
morning comes slowly, sunlight spilling across your room. you stir awake, still wrapped in sophia’s arms. your heart pounds in that lovesick happy way. she stirs awake short after and smiles softly.
“morning.” your murmur back, resting your head against her chest.
for a long moment, neither of you say anything more. you just lie there, tangled in the blankets.
finally, you tilt your head up just enough to look at her. she meets your gaze immediately, eyes soft, and something else. something that makes your stomach flip and your chest feel too tight.
you notice the way she’s looking at you, the way her lips press together just slightly, like she’s holding back. your own lips part slightly without thinking, giving her an in.
sophia leans in, so painfully slow, her eyes flicking from yours to your lips and back again, as if asking permission without words. your breath catches and you nod.
and then she’s there, pressing her lips to yours in the softest, gentlest kiss. no urgency or rush.
you kiss her back, sleepy and tender, letting yourself melt into the moment. her hands stay on your waist and cheek, holding you close as if she never wants to let go.
when you finally part, she rests her forehead against yours.
“i’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” she murmurs, voice soft and a little shaky.
you smile against her, heart racing. “me too,” you whisper.
she squeezes you gently. “i’m not going anywhere,” she says, voice sure this time.
“good,” you reply, fingers threading through hers. “me neither.”
