Sokeefe Oneshots

Foster's a WHAT? Parte Dos

kEeFe PoV

Keefe walked down the path to Havenfield at 8 in the morning, whistling "Brown Eyed Girl." Course y'all can probably guess who he was thinking about.

He had just raised his hand to knock on the door when it slammed oped, scaring the heck out of him. He let out a high shriek and stumbled back.

A rumpled and overwhelmed Sophie stood in the doorway, trying not to die of other people's emotions.

Keefe snorted. "What happened to you? You look exhausted."

"Nice to see you too, Keefe."

With that she burst into uncontrollable giggles, followed by a dark look of depression.

All Keefe could think was uh, okay.

Sophie motioned for him to come inside as she started laughing and sobbing at the same time.

This... Was REALLY weird.

Sophie was acting like he did when he manifested.

But on her... It was so cute.

Keefe's whole body filled with fluttering butterflies and his heart started beating faster as he watched his crush be adorable.

And in that moment, Sophie turned around with a cloud of confusion.

"You like someone," she said with a deadpan expression, but Keefe could feel a deep cloud of jealousy (which made him so happy.) "What just made you so happy?"

Keefe was confused. How did she know?

"Stop. Stop it. Why can't I tell whose feelings are whose?"

And then it hit him.

Foster was an Empath.

"FOSTER'S A WHAT?" Keefe decided he would rather die then and there than her figuring out that he loves her.

So of course, he proceeded to turn around and start to run out screaming.

Obviously the most logical option.

But the universe had it in for him.

And he ran smack in to Sandor's grey chest and fell to the ground.

Sophie let out a little "oof. That hurts." Then a little "oh." Then a little "me?"

"Yeah, Foster. It's always been you." Keefe sighed and ran a hand down his face. "I didn't want you to find out. I mean, you obviously don't like me like that, and--"

He was cut off by Sophie running straight into his arms.

"I love you too, Keefe. 3000."

"Wakanda random number is that?"

"Oh. My. Gosh. How... How did you...?"

"You're not the only one Dex shows things to. Speaking of which,

WHAT ARE THOSE?!?1?!?!?1?1"

"These are my CROCS."

Keefe chuckled. They stared at each other for a while.

"I love you so much Sophie. So much."

"I love you more, Keefe."

She leaned against him, and their lips touched for just a second. But it was enough for Keefe's heart to start beating out of control. Sophie sighed happily and leaned back.

"But Keefe, please, can you stop feeling for a second? It's hard to concentrate."

There. That was fun. 464 words were yeeted at you. Very short, I know.

Along with my support for whatever's going on in your lives.

Requests are open!! Please request, I don't have many original ideas.

Anyway, see you next time orange chickens!

Smile!

-Spider-Keefe