perfect sokeefe

snippets: sokeefe

a/n: y'know, just sokeefe. that's all. 

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"There is actually no reason for you to be doing this, Keefe," Sophie murmured, voice raising every time her hair was tugged. "I didn't mean it when I said you were a bad hairstylist."

Keefe spoke through his action, pulling at Sophie's hair at each compliment. "You have to suffer consequences when you make such an unfair comment. It's inevitable."

"I said that exactly once," Sophie emphasized. "Then, I complimented you, so we're even."

"Remind me again, Foster, what was the compliment?"

Keefe dragged a comb through the remaining hair length as Sophie answered, "I told you your hair was pretty."

"That's all?" Keefe stood aghast, walking away from the excuse of a person he viewed Sophie. At least, momentarily. "Nothing else is pretty? Just my hair? Which, by the way, should prove to you enough that I'm a great hair stylist."

Sophie was scared for herself but was also sick of Keefe's antics. "You know very well that I don't only find your hair pretty, Keefe."

"How would I know that if you didn't tell me?"

"Is this just a ruse to make me compliment you?"

"And if it was?"

"Let me get this right." Sophie rolled her eyes. "Because you're mad at me, I should compliment you."

"Bingo," Keefe frowned. "Didn't you get a major in literature? You should be good at interpretation."

Sophie struggled for an excuse, "Who said I paid attention to college classes?"

"Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but you're Sophie Foster. Love of my life, Sophie Foster." Keefe threw her a look. One that was somehow loving and accusing at the same time. "Do you think you have the heart to do something like you?"

"I think I could." Sophie paused. "Once."

Suddenly, Keefe drew closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. As if handling a baby, his voice pitched higher. "The love of my life, Sophie Foster cannot be that inconsiderate of someone's feelings." The girl laughed, struggling to free herself from his hold. "No, no, no. My girlfriend is not capable of something like that. She'll arrive 10 minutes early if it means the professor isn't lovely. She'll throw a birthday party just in case everyone else forgets. She'll get a cake for someone who seemed hungry but too busy to get out and get a snack."

Twirling Sophie in his arms, he placed a kiss on his cheek. "Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

The blonde girl scoffed. She cupped his face, mimicking an innocent expression. "You just said all that because you wanted to hold me, didn't you?"

"You ungrateful swine—"

Sophie cut him off with a sweet kiss on his lips. "But that's all right because I wanted to hold you and your cute little face too."

Keefe narrowed his eyes at her, but Sophie knew that it was only a matter of time before he warmed up to the statement. Sophie relaxed in his hold. "Still mad about me calling you a bad hairstylist?"

"You called me cute," his voice mumbled, "Why would I care about that?" 

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"Now what happened to you?" Keefe whispered, picking up the tiny cat into his lap.

Usually, the creature would've been coated in a flawless, almost iridescent, white. It was one of the traits that drew both blondes in, that made them fall in love with the moon living on earth. Instead, the poor thing's fur was dusted with the remnants of lipstick, presumably done by the blonde boy's wife.

"You found her before I did." A voice by the door called. Keefe turned around, finding his love with wet tissues clutched in her small fist.

"What a shame," Keefe held the cat up to the light. "You don't even give me this many kisses."

"Now who says that?"

"The person who was supposed to get that many kisses."

Sophie laughed, "You're petty, you know that?"

"I think I'm allowed to be a little petty. I've just been replaced by a cat."

"You have not been replaced by Stella, Keefe." Sophie pressed a kiss to his cheek. From the mirror facing the couple, he could tell it left a stain. "Trust me, no one could replace you."

Keefe stayed silent. He watched as Stella squirmed in his lap, failing to avoid Sophie's directed attempts to bring the cat back to its pristine condition. Soon enough, the creature was clean, its fur shining in the golden light passing through the window. It scurried out of the room with nothing but a loud, apathetic purr.

Sophie giggled, turning to Keefe with another wipe. Her eyes trailed to the kiss mark on his cheek. "I should wipe that off too."

"Nah," Keefe smoothed the crease on her forehead. "I think I'll keep that one." 

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Sophie picked up a rose, admiring the authentic color, which was as vivid as the landscape around her. As a small date, Keefe had decided to take her to a nearby meadow. The blonde boy had a nasty habit of claiming anything sweet was nothing special, but nonetheless, Sophie always kissed him on the lips as gratitude.

Now they were in a field, and from the ground rose hundreds of different flowers, each unique from shape to color. It was sparsely populated, the nearest couple not nearly close enough to eavesdrop on their conversations.

In their short time there, the duo had twisted together flower crowns for each other. Sophie found Keefe adorable when he adorned her creation and clicked a quick picture to boast. The blonde boy had claimed that the crown had to be bright enough for the sun in his life, and laid on top of Sophie's head, a crown entirely made of sunflowers.

Now, they were roaming. Until Sophie picked up the rose she now held in her hand.

"Do you know that silly game?" Sophie plucked one of the rose's petals. "He loves me." She plucked another. "He loves me not."

Keefe rested his head on her shoulder, gazing at the flower in her hands. "I don't think I'd allow a plant to dictate my relationship but whatever makes you happy, Foster."

He pulled a separate one. "He loves you." The blonde boy kissed her temple. "Which I do."

Sophie laughed. "He loves me not."

The words continued, cycling through the two possibilities until Sophie could decipher which would end up as the winner. As she dropped the last petal to the ground, she murmured, "He loves me not."

Sophie's dramatized gasp was interrupted by Keefe twirling her in his arms, pressing a kiss to every angle of her face. One at her jaw, one at her nose, one on both her cheeks, one on her forehead, and a final kiss to her lips.

"Don't listen to that stupid thing, Foster." Keefe hugged her tight around her waist. "Clearly, the rose knows nothing." 

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a/n: i read powerless and reckless in two days and fell in love with kai and paedyn, i wanna read unraveled and spectacular (jacks cameo anyone 👀), and i wanna make an evajacks oneshot book.
anywayyyy, thoughts or comments? favorites?