Random Sokeefe Oneshots

Grady Walks In

From Keefe's POV

Foster hasn't gotten any good sleep in weeks. She kept saying she was fine, but of course she isn't. She forgets Keefe is an Empath very, very, often. 

Now, she is in his arms and fast asleep, sleeping calmly for the first time in ages. She is curled on her side facing the window, and Keefe's chest is pressed lightly against her back. He can feel her every heaving breath and the pure bliss she feels right now. 

Foster has been stressing about the Neverseen non stop lately. Keefe is too, but she can't know that. She can't see him break down.

Sophie makes a tiny grumble into her pillow, something Keefe can't make out. Add that to the list of 'Adorable Things Foster Does Without Knowing'

He can hear tiny footsteps coming up the stairs and towards her room. Keefe can feel panic bloom inside him for a myriad of reasons. 1. If it's Grady he will kick him out and Sophie won't get any good sleep. 2. Her parents don't know they're dating yet. 

The footsteps are coming closer, and Keefe can do nothing but squeeze Sophie a little tighter. He would rather die than let her wake up because of him.

Two knocks. The door creaks open. Grady.

"What the-" 

"Mr. Ruewen, before you can kick me out flat on my face, just know that Foster hasn't gotten a good nap for weeks. You can make me go home, but she'll wake up and go back to being sleep deprived." Keefe makes the words small so Foster can't feel his chest expanding, and hushed so she can't hear them.

"How did this happen?" Grady says, gesturing toward Sophie. 

"I was drawing," Keefe sits up a little bit, still holding Foster to gesture to the drawing notebook, "Then she fell asleep and leaned on me. She's very persistent in sleep, have you noticed that?" Keefe adds the last part to lighten the mood, but the mood is anything but.

Grady drags a hand down his face and sits on the end of the bed. Keefe gives Sophie a little squeeze before removing his arms from her fully and sitting up. She stirs slightly, but falls back asleep quickly.

"I know she hasn't gotten any sleep." Grady continues quietly. "It was getting bad, wasn't it?" He meets Keefe's eyes, looking like he might start crying any minute.

"Pretty bad." Keefe agrees quietly.

Keefe feels something in the pit of his stomach then. Fear. He looks at Foster,  who is switching from her left side to her right. Perfect view of Keefe and Grady. She's having a nightmare.

"Keefe?" Sophie whimpers quietly, feeling the bed for him. 

"Right here, Foster. I'm always here for you." Keefe matches her volume, eyes straying to Grady.

Sophie hums. She leans over and wraps her arms around Keefe's neck, and pulling herself on top of him. Keefe freezes for a second. Grady isn't going to like this.

Keefe uses the palm of his hand to make lazy circles on her back as she snuggles into his neck.

"Tired..." Sophie murmurs. 

"I'm right here, Foster." Keefe says softly, waiting before her breathing is steady and emotions are calm before looking back at Grady. 

He looks... hurt. 

"Are you and my daughter... dating?" Keefe flinches at the question. No time like the present.

"Yeah. She wanted to tell you, but she thought maybe we could get you to like me first..." Keefe looks at Foster, avoiding Grady's eyes.

"I don't hate you, Keefe. I think you're trouble, but I don't hate you. You remind me of myself, but I don't hate you."

Keefe freezes. Physically stops. 

"Really?" 

"Yes. I am happy you are dating my daughter because she likes you and you make her..." He gestures to Sophie on his chest "Calm."

Keefe smiles sheepishly, unsure what to say next. Thank you? Your welcome? Okay?

"That's why she has the gallery on her wall. I didn't know what it was until today." Grady points somewhere Keefe can't see. "What gallery?"

He chuckles. "Sophie hasn't showed you? It's a ton of paintings and pictures of you two together. Stuff you've given her."

Keefe swallows. He never thought Foster would actually like him back, let alone make a whole gallery in his name. He cranes his neck to get a look where Grady was pointing, but it's useless. His body is completely pinned down. 

Sophie grumbles something when Keefe moves a little too much, and he plants a tentative kiss to the top of her head. She settles under a blanket of calm, humming out of bliss. Her hands gripping his shirt loosens, as does her entire body. 

"Thank you, Keefe." She mumbles. 

Keefe feels his heart melt. 

"Anytime, Foster." Keefe mutters back into her hair. Suddenly, he's very aware of her father sitting right beside him, watching. 

"She really likes you, huh?" Grady says, returning to his normal volume. Sophie jerks awake, snapping her head toward her father. She sits up and jumps to the end of the bed.

"Grady! I- I um- I fell asleep and uh- Keefe was just here to-" Sophie stops when Keefe snickers. 

"He knows, Foster. But that was real smooth." 

"Knows?" Sophie looks at Grady for confirmation, to which he gives a swift nod. He smiles. Keefe can feel Sophie's stomach drop so hard he accidentally winces. 

"Keefe? What's wrong?" Sophie is beside him in a second, holding his hands and crushing him in gut wrenching worry. 

"I'm fine, Foster." 

"Is it my emotions?" 

"No! No, no it's not your emotions." 

"Liar." Sophie pulls away and walks to the very opposite corner of the room. Her arms are crossed and she's tapping her right foot. Her gaze hardens when it lands on Keefe, and he can feel her hurt from here. 

"Foster, please. It's not your emotions." Keefe pleads. His eyes don't stray from hers for a second, even when he hears Grady clear his throat uncomfortably. But he doesn't make any move to leave. Maybe this is his way of seeing if he is good enough for his daughter. 

"Please?" Keefe adds quietly, cocking his head to the right. Sophie eyes soften, but she still hesitates. She slowly walks back to the bed and sits down. She hugs her knees to her chest in an instant, and in the next she's pulling on her eyelashes. One day she'll run out.

Keefe slowly brings his hand to hers, lacing them together to prevent her from tugging out all her lashes. Grady clears his throat once again. 

"I'm happy for you two. Really." Those are all the words he says until he walks out, not waiting for a response. 

This story doesn't really seem over, but I had no motivation to finish it. If you want any different fics or moments of Sophie and Keefe tell me in the comments. (I'll do any ship as long as I've read the book or watched the movie)