sofia hart ★ moodboard i'll chew you up and spit you out, 'cause that's what young love is all about.

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sofia hart ★ moodboard i'll chew you up and spit you out, 'cause that's what young love is all about.
open to all | plot: a few weeks after a huge falling out, and subsequent break up, your muse crashes sofia's party.
"are you stupid or do you have a death wish?" sofia hissed as she practically cornered the other person, not shocked but definitely offended to see them in her home. "i told you to stay away. do you have to be such a dick that you won't even respect that?"
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“are you sober enough to drive?” sofia asked as she interrupted her friend’s conversation, heels dangling from her hand. her cheeks are flushed, muscles in her neck tight; a tell-tale sign that the girl was on the verge of crying. “i should’ve known better than coming here. this is my dad’s third engagement party in, what, five years? and they all royally suck.” her lips curled as she spoke, casting a sour glance over her shoulder to make sure her future step-mommy wasn’t still chasing her around. “i don’t even care if you’re sober, can you get me out of here? or at least fucked up enough so i don’t remember this horrid night.”
Mateo had gone to Romania for a few months after graduating Hogwarts for his training. He hadn’t spoken to Sofia since graduation though. And despite, his nerves, he was looking forward to seeing the other. He had invited her to grab some coffee and luckily for him, she agreed. When she walked into the shop, his face blushed. “Hey,” He greeted her as he got up from his seat.
“take a deep breath. start at the beginning.” (sofia)
Callum couldn’t believe that he had fucked up the research so badly. He had been certain that he saved the file before his computer had died on him, and he was freaking out thinking that he had lost all the progress and data that he and Sofia had worked on for so many weeks. Running a hand through his hair, he tugged on his curls, filled to the brim with stress.
Following Sofia’s direction, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a brief moment. “I know I pressed save before my battery died. I made a point of it,” he said, his voice calmer than it had been before.
Opening his eyes, he opened his laptop, now fully charged, and clicked a few times before letting out a long, relieved breath. The document was there, and he slowly clicked it open too. He glanced up at Sofia and offered her a nervous smile. “Okay, it looks like it did save, except,” he paused, looking over the document and sighing. “Yesterday’s work. Which I still have in my notebook, so we’re good. For now.”
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open to all muse: sofia hart, careless heiress based on this plot
“I am just so sick of him.” Sofia huffed as soon as the door opened, not even hesitating to walk into the other’s home as if she owned it. “He’s inconsiderate and rude and I don’t know why I waste my time on him.” She lied, knowing exactly why; publicity. Dating the son of a well known actor opened up doors for her and her beginning career, and she needed those connections to get out from under the thumb of her commanding father. But every so often it was too much and she showed up on the other’s doorstep, mascara beneath her eyes and throat raw from yelling, seeking some semblance of comfort that she never got from her so called boyfriend. “And, hi. I hope you don’t mind me showing up unannounced.”
“Hey,” Callum said, coming up before Sofia and offering her a smile that didn’t quite reach the corners of his eyes. He felt a little awkward, having to ask, but he wanted everything to be perfect. He held out the notebook in his hands. “Would you be willing to check my calculations for this equation? I’m, like, 75 percent sure I’m right, but it’s just that other 25 that’s getting to me.”
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