Sokeefe Oneshots

Out of the Park

I'm so bored and it's been a while since i wrote a. Kotlc b. straight people so here

Modern Au pre-relationship

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"Um... I'm pretty sure that's not how you're supposed to do it. You've missed, like, twenty-"

"I'm trying my best here, Keefe."

"Jeez. Okay. You sure, though?"

"Just throw the ball!"

Sophie hefted the bat over her shoulder again and prepared to swing. Still noticably worried (yet obviously trying hard not to laugh), Keefe raised his arm to throw the ball.

A whoosh through the air as it neared its goal, and...

Crack!

Sophie watched in wonder as the ball sailed higher and higher, until it completely disappeared beyond the park's fence.

The ball she had hit.

Out of the park.

Dang.

She turned to look at Keefe, who was—predictably— staring in awe after her ball, and did her best to channel his signature smirk.

Keefe slowly turned back to stare at her instead of the ball, looking completely speechless.

"Took you off guard, eh?" Sophie asked.

"Only because this is the first one you've hit in three hours," Keefe replied.

Sophie blushed. "Shut up, you don't get to talk! You didn't even hit any!"

Keefe raised an eyebrow. "I spent the whole time pitching at you, you know."

"At least I hit one," Sophie grumbled, turning away.

"And it was a mad cool one, too," Keefe agreed.

Her confidence born anew, white of her face restored, Sophie smirked again. "Well, see if you can hit one even remotely like it," she suggested, and leaned against her bat.

It slipped on the ground, and she fell. After a few moments of silence, it became clear to Sophie, red as an overripe cherry, that she would never again rise from the very dirt she lay in. Doing her best to block out the rising sound of Keefe's wheezing laughter, she decided that this was the place her bones would rest, her ashes would disperse, and her gravestone would stand.

"R. I. P. Sophie Elizabeth Foster," she could see the inscription already, "died of too much blood in her face. She will be missed."

Keefe was already choking on his laughter, if the high pitched squealing  and coughing coming from his direction were any indication.

"Rem- remote-ly, remotely l-like it," he managed to get out, before his death rattles took over again.

Sophie laughed.

And so, the summer sun set on two teenagers laughing and coughing their lungs out on the dusty ground of an abandoned park, time frozen for a single, worry-free moment.

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So basically i need to do chemistry and i don't want to and i was feeling bad about it and it reminded of how i feel bad about not updating this, so here have this random snippet thing i just came up with.

Dang the last fic i wrote was 4.5k words but this is so much less and it's messing with me

I don't have any kotlc memes on my phone anymore so have these mdzs memes bc mdzs is God