Sokeefe Oneshots

Avoid me

I smirked, casually draping my arm over Foster's shoulder and scooting closer to her on the soft, comfy couch.

On an armchair facing the couch we were on, I caught Fitz glaring at me. The rest of the group, all either sprawled on the floor or nestled comfortably in one of the many other couches and chairs, didn't seem to think much of this small gesture.

Even Dex, who used to have a major crush on Foster didn't seem to care. Then again, he was sitting very close to Biana Vacker, closer than normal 'friends' would.

I made the probably very unwise decision to ignore Fitz and the very, very, very distracting jealousy radiating off of him. Foster, I noticed, gave off some very interesting emotions as I cuddled closer to her so that our torsos were practically glued together.

"Umm, Keefe?" Foster murmured, not daring to take her mesmerizing golden-brown eyes off the book she was currently burying her nose in. She smelled like a mix between flowers and coffee, a strange combination, but somehow she made that scent work. I wondered if she liked how I smelled? Or if she liked me at all...

Though she was pretending to read, her eyes were frozen on the same spot. I could feel her flustered emotions, and was certain she was uncomfortable, but yet there was another emotion buried deep under that pile of embarrassment. An emotion that, though her body language seemed to say otherwise, she wanted me to stay in that position.

But I respected her privacy, and though it took me every ounce of strength to resist the temptation to envelope her in a tight hug and never let go for the rest of eternity, I scooted back from her, leaving a reasonable distance between us. She seemed shocked at first, and her cheeks flushed red.

I blushed too, scratching my neck and looking anywhere but her. My eyes landed on Fitz, who was wearing a triumphant smirk that I so badly wanted to punch off his pretty, smug face.

♡︎ 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙 ♡︎

Foster has been avoiding me like the plague for a whole entire week- what am I supposed to do? I really, really miss her!

I scanned the crowded hallway, trying to come up with ways to corner Foster, or at least find out why she had been avoiding me.

During lunch, she wouldn't meet my eyes, and every time I talked to her or asked her a question, she would train her striking eyes that I missed getting lost in on her food, mumbling a one-word reply.

Every time I tried to ask her what was wrong, why she was acting that way, or if anything was wrong, she would turn a bright adorable shade of crimson. "Nothing, n-nothings wrong!" Foster would nervously stutter, in denial of the fact that I could read her emotions and knew that something was, indeed, definitely wrong. Then she would rush out of wherever I had cornered her, and I would be left standing there like an idiot...

A head of shiny blond hair snapped me out of my thoughts. I raced ahead past the crowded hallway, occasionally accidentally bumping into someone every now and then. When I reached the end of the hallway, I took a sharp left and bumped right into...

"Ow! Hey, what was that-" Foster stopped midsentence and her voice trailed off, staring and paralysing me with her striking brown eyes, filled with too much intelligence and wisdom for her age. The eyes that I do often got lost in widened. Her face flushed red, something I had seen happened so many times that I would have been surprised if it didn't, and she slowly backed away from me.

"Umm, what's up?" She tried to start a conversation, her eyes flickering behind her. "The weather is really nice today-" I interrupted her before she could babble about something as irrelevant as the weather. (Though it was a sunny day, and yes, she was right. The weather was nice.)

"Why have you been avoiding me?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest like a 3-year-old. "Am not!" She pouted, sticking out her bottom lip like a slightly more mature 3-year-old.

"Yes, you are!'

"No, I'm not!"

"Don't  lie! I'm an empath, remember?"

Without warning, she took off, dashing at lightning speed towards a deserted corridor. I chased after her as fast as my legs could carry me and watched the back of her weave through twists and turns in the confusing maze of the corridor, defeated and hurt. (Also slightly impressed. I didn't know she could run without tripping over her own feet. I made a mental note to congratulate her when she started talking to me again.)

"NO! WAIT! STOP! COME BACK!" I yelled, my voice hoarse. My heavy footsteps echoed throughout the thankfully empty hallway. I was tired, not from running, but from her running away from me. She was the only person I had and ever will truly care about, or even love. Was I really so terrible that even she didn't want anything to do with me anymore?

Foster, who was the only person kind and patient enough to always be there for me, stand by my side through thick and thin, repeatedly forgive me for all the mistakes I made, the only person I feel comfortable and free around. The person who liked me for me, the real me, not the potential hero who everyone seemed to know me as, not a sidekick or some useless comic relief, but me. Me, who made countless unforgivable mistakes, who was broken, and was too sick of this twisted world to even bother fighting back.

But this time, I would fight back- I would fight for her, just to be around her, even if the universe was desperate to keep both of us apart.

And trust me, the universe really was a Sofitz shipper.

I finally caught up to her, though it wasn't a very big accomplishment, considering the fact that Foster was about as fast as a turtle. (As quiet as one and shy as one, too.) I grabbed her soft, skinny wrist, wrapping my fingers around it tightly because I wasn't gonna let go. Ever.

Foster whipped around, her long blond hair that I longed to stroke flying in wild strands around her face. I could feel her emotions before I saw her face. Fright, slight annoyance at her terribly clumsy and short legs, coupled with something else that felt familiar yet oddly foreign. I had felt this emotion before, many times, though I was not exactly sure where, when, or how. But Foster feeling this was entirely new. 

I slowly walked closer to her, and she stumbled backward, her head hitting the wall. I suppressed a smirk. I put my arms against the wall, cornering her so that she couldn't escape again.

"So, are you gonna tell me why you're suddenly acting so weirdly?" I asked, leaning tantalizingly closer to her with each word. Fosters's face somehow managed to turn a shade closer to resembling a tomato.

"What do you mean?" She asked innocently, nervously fidgeting with her eyelashes and not-so-subtly avoiding eye contact. I leaned closer, narrowing my eyes. I could feel the guilt radiating off of her. When was she going to learn that she could never be able to fool an empath? Especially one that knew her so well?

"You know what I mean," I said, my voice ice-cold, which surprised even myself. My voice took a warmer tone, suddenly much more vulnerable and hurt, "Why have you been avoiding me? I really miss you! It's like you don't like me anymore..."

Foster's eyes slowly met mine, and we stayed like that for a few minutes. It was a comfortable silence, though an impatient part of me wanted her to break that silence and answer my question.

"I do like you! I really, really like you!" Foster finally blurted, leaning forward. But something didn't add up. If she liked me, then why was she avoiding-

Oh.

Then everything clicked into place, like pieces to a complicated puzzle.

Then new feeling, the reason she had been avoiding me...

I smirked my signature smirk, feeling the nervousness radiating off of her. This was perfect. So perfect. I didn't have to admit it first, and this lifelong dream, this obsessive 4 year crush, this perfect girl...

"That's good, because I like you too."

*Now go imagine the rest yourself*
Hey!!! And yes, I'm not dead. Sorry for not updating, I've been kind of busy.

love you guys more than sophie loves mallowmelt, byeee!