#c: soph

[scriibere]

Soph sits at one of two chairs at a tiny table in an equally tiny kitchen. Her hands wring nervously in her lap, eyebrows furrowed in concern as she stares daggers into her host's back. If Vasra is aware of this she makes no mention of it, continuing to fill the kitchen with the sounds of chopping vegetables while humming some unfamiliar tune.

“Is this some sort of elaborate trap?” she asks, eventually.

Vasra turns slightly, “Mm? Oh, uh, no,” she shakes her head before popping a piece of chopped carrot into her mouth and turning back to her task, continuing as she chews, “No traps today. Sorry to disappoint.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Ah, but you do, see. Or at least you want to, otherwise, we’d be doing our usual song and dance by now,” Vasra responded a little too quickly and was waving the knife in her hand a little too casually for Soph’s liking. Picking up on her anxiety, she set the knife aside and showed her open hands, “This isn’t a trap,” she wiggled her fingers a little, “I promise.”

“...Still, you can understand my apprehension, I’m sure. I’ve done nothing but try to kill you for some time and now you’re making dinner for me in your home!” Soph's voice raised a little as she spoke, hands gesturing vaguely at the rest of the cramped little…house? Apartment? She wasn’t entirely sure what to call it, but it seemed claustrophobic, “It’s…more than a little unusual. I can’t imagine your friends are pleased about this.”

Vasra shrugged, “Probably not, but by the time they find out it won’t matter.”

Soph was stunned into silence. No one knew she was doing this? Truly? Surely a situation involving a known enemy - and in such close quarters especially - would require at least a couple of rooftop snipers as a backup or something. But to have none at all? It was ridiculous. Risky. Soph had spent long periods of time with many versions of Vasra across several timelines so this type of behaviour wasn’t exactly new, but this specific timeline - be it the people or events that happen - always managed to surprise her one way or another.

Soph’s attention snapped back to reality real quick when she noticed a new knife pointed at her face. Her body tensed up and she gave Vasra a 'what's the meaning of this?' type of expression.

“Listen, I’ll give you points for persistence but I'm not like the others. You can’t get rid of me that easily. So,” with one swift movement, she turned the knife around so that the handle was being offered instead, “Gonna help me make dinner or are you just gonna sit there? It’ll go faster with the two of us.”

“You’d give me a knife just like that?” Soph hesitated, a little unsure still, “You trust me enough for that?”

“Oh, absolutely not,” Vasra chuckled, “We can’t change what’s happened between us already, but we do have a say in how things continue. I don’t know about you, but personally I’d like there to be less stabbing in my future so I’m extending the proverbial olive branch. Dinner seems like a good way to start, don’t you think?” 

She smiles so warmly at Soph then that she almost forgets to take the knife.

[tndaqlifwy]

BYE THIS IS SO ACCURATE

[sophios-draws]

"Oh? You're approaching me?"

celeste memes i made a few years back lmao

[unproduciblesmackdown]

truly lmao 2024 lambda literary award finalist wynnstannery

[reflection-s-of-stars]

I’m going to pop like a balloon

[vampmilf]

had to call a customer back and it went like this:

me: hi this is sophie with company, am i speaking to mr. guy?

guy: yes

me: im calling because you sent us a request to have the bank information changed for your mothers insurance-

guy: what?

me: for mrs. mom? are you her son, mr. guy?

guy: yes

me: yeah so to change the information, we-

guy: i never sent you a letter

me: i am speaking to mr. guy though, correct?

guy: no, this is mr. wasteoftime! how did you get my number!? i dont have insurance with you!

me: ........ ok. so you didnt-

guy: you have the wrong number *hangs up*

[earthdcfended]

@abandonaed said: “We’re going to die here.“

"No, we're not. No way." Whether or not Howie believes his own words is irrelevant, right now. He's been in enough life or death situations because of the nature of the organisation he and Sophia both work for that that doesn't even factor in, anymore. All he can do is... well, do. That's all either of them can do. He grips onto Sophia's arm and give it an almighty squeeze.

"Come on. There is no try. Do or do not. We're getting out of this together and we're not going to accept defeat before we've even done anything to get out of this."

[harry-hollands]

chicago is just TERRIBLE at releasing statements

this doesn’t help ANYTHING

[gunchamber]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑

                 ❛  why  did  you   SCREAM   like  that ?  ❜

@pantslessoptimism asked : 💬 I must send all the things

[megankane]

so one of my family members isn’t coming to easter dinner today bc she’s going to her bf’s house with HIS family… is it a) me, 22 years old, b) one of my cousins who are in high school, or c) my 80 year old great aunt

[lopposting]

i think her face is modelled after this. with her hair becoming the cloth.

now that you mentioned it, i feel like her expression is very similar too

Im not the only one who thinks sophias puppet is made out of porcelain right like i feel like its just so fitting for her to be porcelain idky

[lara4eclipze]

›› there must be a good reason that you're gone

sypnosis -» we don't talk anymore like we used to do , what was all of it for?

beware -» angst , nasty break up , going against girl code(?) , twice mentioned, lara x reader mentioned

talks -» for my anon 🫢!! hi missed you soo much

taglist (open) : @nyssalvr @ohmyhaely @vrtualstar @jellaaa @c-yerim

you don't know where you went wrong — did you give too little love? did you not give her enough attention? yet as much as you asked yourself nothing came up nothing answered you

moments that lingered in your mind made it seem like you were the problem yet you never were , sophia has never been loyal as much as you tried to make it seem like , she's always behind your back talking to a new woman

you only reached your breaking point when she started forgetting important dates such as your birthday, your anniversary and the day you both made it official

"now the maknae! hello y/n , the question for you is , have you ever broken up with someone and how did it go" the interviewer asks as he approached you

"이 질문에 대답할 수 있나요? (can we answer this)" nayeon asks looking behind the cameras towards their manager who just nods

"ohh , well uhm I have had one and it really was a bit messy , yet I think that was a very good lesson for me" you answer recalling everything that happened during that night , "우리 막내가 다 컸네요! (our maknae is all grown up)" jihyo says giggling as the rest say all their memories when you first debuted

"that sums it up, again twice everyone!" the host says before you and your group bid goodbye , " one in a million! we are twice!" the group says "우리 새 노래를 들어주세요 Strategy! (please listen to our new song strategy)" momo says before the cameras cut

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

after the program you secretly went out to meet your now girlfriend lara , after the break up you didn't really know what to do but good thing she was there and from that point forward you both started dating

"hi love!" you said hugging lara as she ran up to you to hug you as well , "I missed you! , anyways let's go?" lara asks leading you inside the kats dorm

inside the dorm you were greeted by manon who was sitting down watching some tiktoks "hey" you greet

finally making it to lara's room she sits you down on her bed as she takes a seat on your lap, "so you miss me?" you ask cocky about her missing you , "obviously miss y/n" she replied

just before both your lips touch the door opens with sophia oblivious that you were here , "lara have you seen my- oh sorry" she says looking at the scene before her you and lara just being lovey dovey , suddenly the whole mood changed lara was now on the bed next to you sensing the unease , as sophia exits you two let out a heavy sigh

"baby I feel guilty, I mean she's my friend and I date her ex?" lara admits you look at the frown on her lips you held her face with your hands making her look at you "baby I understand , but know that she did something I probably won't forgive her for"

"ill never do that to you" lara says

"I hope not , that's the exact words sophia said" you chuckle remembering the countless lies she told you

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

it was late yet you couldn't sleep so you left lara on the bed to get some water , at the kitchen was her , sophia

"hey" she greets , you took note of how she was still wearing the bracelet you gave her for your first monthsary

"hello , just need some water" you replied awkwardly , you get to the fridge and take out lara's water bottle and drink out of it

you were walking back by this point , but you hear sophia mutter something , "I'm sorry , could you maybe give me a second chance?"

"no soph , I'm tired plus me and lara are together , I've never felt any better with anyone else" you replied trying your best not to look at her , and just continue walking

"how is that okay? — we break up and you get with my friend? , how fucked up is that?" she reasons as you hear her sniffle

"soph , you cannot be talking about what's fucked up when you cheated on me , fuck I'm not gonna have this conversation again, goodnight" you replied mad at her audacity to get upset over you picking lara , yet you didn't mention that instead going inside the girls room

"babe? — where'd you go?" lara asks in a groggy voice as she opens her eyes , you're so glad you chose the woman who knows how to treat you

"just drank some water love" you replied trying not to sound like you just finished crying , you both lay down with her in the crook of your neck as she hums a gentle tune

"I love you so much" you whisper as you place a kiss on her head

[vampmilf]

i asked my trainees if they have any pens that write blue bc mine just ran out of ink and i only have black ones left but i dont want to switch colours mid-notes and one of them immediately went "hahaha are you autistic or smthn? :D" ... 😐 die

[earthdcfended]

@abandonaed said: “ let’s go for a walk. staying here is the worst thing we can do, right? “

Staying here is all Howie wants to do - he wants to stay with the arch and find how it activates. He wants Jacqui to come walking out, a little shaken but otherwise unharmed. But no. He's too close to the operation to be allowed anywhere near it. He watches from outside the lab as various operatives work on the arch. Things could be moving so much faster...

Soph brings him out of his thoughts. He glances at the arch one more time before acknowledging her. "Ah-- yeah. Maybe. Maybe we should." He shouldn't be watching this.

[leafjoon]

Between the Lines - pt. I

tbhc!alex x reader this chapter is bascially a slow burn, fluffy vibe charged w some sexual tension between the reader who is in college n our beloved alix who becomes her editor. warnings: age gap, alex is 33, reader is in her 20's, cursing, alcohol.

In the heart of the university campus, a quaint café served as a haven for students. Seated at a cozy corner table Y/N and her best friend, Sophie, found comfort in the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the hum of hushed conversations.

The soft glow of pendant lights cast a warm ambiance over mismatched wooden furniture, creating a warm atmosphere. Amidst the rustling of students immersed in textbooks and the distant murmur of espresso machines, Y/N and Sophie navigated the labyrinth of academia.

"Ugh, I suck," you groaned, holding your English lit paper in your hands.

"You don't," said Sophia.

"I got a C, Soph."

"Didn’t you do this on three hours of sleep?" she looked at you.

"Yeah," you grumbled.

"You'll do better next time."

"Ugh. I know. It's just such a blow to my confidence," you said, sipping on your ginger tea.

"I know. But this grade doesn't determine your skills. You're great at writing," she said, swirling her spoon in her iced coffee.

"Well. That's debatable," you replied.

She glared at you.

"Fine, fine. I'll stop talking shit about myself," you rolled your eyes.

"Good." She said pleased with your answer. 

You scanned the coffee shop and saw students going about their normal routines. Some of them were hurrying to get to their lectures on time. Others were lazing around in their seats, talking to their friends. Chatter filled the room as you let out a stressed out sigh. You sulked, not knowing how you were gonna recover from this grade.

"Anyway, as I was telling you. I asked my dad about Mr. Turner. He said you can give him a call and ask him to check out your novel."

"Oh god,” you groaned. “I mean-thank you so much. I don't wanna seem ungrateful, I just-I don't know. It feels awkward showing someone my short novel. If you can even call it that,” you rambled.

"I get it. I get embarrassed when I show my tutor my paintings. And he always has something to say," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Soph, your paintings are incredible. And your guy is good."

"That's true," she said, a light blush coloring her cheeks.

You smiled at her. You loved your best friend. You met in high school and became close friends senior year. You used to spend hours at each other's places, watching shows and mulling over the characters. She was one of the few people who was there for you through thick and thin and you weren't afraid to show your vulnerable side to her, insecurities and all.

"I'll send you his phone number and you can contact him whenever."

"Okay. Will do." You said, scrunching your face.

"If you don't do it, I will.”

"Ugh, I'll do it, I promise."

"I'll hold you to it."

"I can't wait to go out on Friday. I need to get drunk and forget," you groaned.

"Same. We've been too stressed out lately. We need to let loose," Sophie added.

You and Sophie had a tradition. No matter the circumstances you always went out on the weekend. You often drank alcohol at your favorite bar or club and danced until your feet were numb and your hearts were pounding. Then you stumbled to one of your dorms and ate junk food or watched a shitty movie.

Sophie looked down at her phone, her clock reading 1:47 PM.

"Well, I have to run. I have Literary Criticism soon,” she remarked.

"With Mr. spits when he talks?" you replied.

"That's the one," she said, letting out an exaggerated sigh.

You chuckled. "Good luck."

"I’ll see you later," she leaned down, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

You, on the other hand, finished your lectures for the day. Your Mondays weren't as rough, consisting of only two lectures in the morning and god, were you thankful for that.

Your eyes darted to your phone screen, after you received a notification from Sophie.

Alexander Turner

+378 09 998 890

Anxiety gnawed at you. You took a deep breath and told yourself It’s fine. He gets paid for this kind of job. He’s probably seen worse writing.

You decided to be brave and text him as there's no way you were calling him.

Hello Mr. Turner. Peter Herring recommended you as an editor. I am currently working on a short novel and I am interested in hiring you. Would you be interested in that? Thank you in advance.

You typed it out, reading it again. You erased the words ‘short novel’ leaving it blank. 

"Ugh." You said out loud. You decided to retype it and send it without thinking too much, letting out a sigh of relief.

As you were scrolling on your phone, it suddenly started vibrating and a number appeared. It read Mr. Turner.

Oh god. Why the hell is he calling me? Doesn’t this guy know how to text?

You answered your phone hesitantly, bringing it to your ear.

"Hello?" you said.

"Hi." a low voice spoke.

"Um. Is this Mr. Turner?"

"Yeah. What's your name, love? You didn't introduce yourself," he said in a thick British accent.

"Oh-um, I'm (Y/N)."

"Alright, (Y/N). You're interested in hiring an editor, is that correct?"

"Yes." 

"Great. How's Wednesday evening work for you? 7pm, my office? We can discuss the details then."

"Um, Wednesday evening? Yeah I'm good with that," you said.

"Alright. I'll send you my address then. Don't forget your novel," he added.

"Yes. Thank you," you sputtered.

And with that he hung up the phone. You stood there bewildered at this phone call. You just agreed to go to this random man's office on a Wednesday. You had no idea he was british. Why didn't Soph tell you he was british?

Well I guess you have an editor now.

*

In the sanctuary of your dormitory, you and Sophie nestled on your sofa as you found comfort beneath your favorite blanket.

"I had no idea he was british! His accent was so thick Soph. Like, I had never heard it before."

Sophie was laughing at you. "I thought I mentioned it."

"Well you didn't. Nothing could have prepared me for that. He was so swift and straight to the point. Skipped all the usual bullshit."

"Yep, that's Turner for you," she replied.

"How did your dad meet him again?" you inquired.

"Oh, he was his student in college. Mr. Turner lived in London for a few years and then moved here after my dad recommended him for this sort of writing position," she shrugged.

"Huh. That's interesting," you said. "Hey, what does this guy look like?" you asked, your curiosity peaking.

"Hmm. Let me show you his Facebook," she said. 

"His Facebook?" you asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.

"What? He doesn't have Instagram. He's in his 30s." she added.

"Right," you nodded. You got up and sat next to her, both of you staring at her phone. She found his Facebook page and clicked on his photos.

"He's kinda cute," you said, breaking the silence. Sophie chuckled at your reaction. "He’s good looking," she shrugged.

He had big brown eyes and medium length hair that went past his ears, down to the nape of his neck. His beard seemed neat and trimmed.

"Don't get any ideas now," she looked at you, teasing. "I'm not. I want to see how he looks like so I'm not completely blind sided when I get there."

"Anyway," you continued. "Do you wanna sleep over tonight? My roomie's not here."

"Oh my gosh, yes. I'll go grab my stuff," she exclaimed. "Okay," you said in a singsong and slumped down on your sofa, stretching out your legs.

You couldn't help but feel jittery for Wednesday. You let your thoughts wander for a little, wondering what he was like.

*

The week was passing quickly, and it was finally Wednesday. You were preparing to leave and go to Mr. Turner's place. To say you were a little nervous would be an understatement. Your palms were sweaty, and you weren't sure what you were wearing was appropriate.

You questioned if you looked like you were trying too hard as you opted for baggy brown suit pants and a red shirt with long sleeves.

Ugh. I'm sure he doesn't give a rat's ass about what I'm wearing.

As you put on your big leather jacket and wrapped a black scarf around your neck, the words he spoke echoed in your mind. "Don't forget your novel." As you went back to your room, you made sure to grab your novel and quickly stuffed it into your tote bag as well as your dorm keys. You couldn't help but wonder if any of his clients had ever forgotten theirs.

You decided to take the bus to his office and followed the instructions he texted you.

102 Ave Street. Nr. 32. If you have difficulties finding it, call me.

As you strolled around the neighborhood, you spotted a house with the number 32. You walked past his charming little garden and couldn't help but admire how nicely maintained it was. 

Now, standing in front of his door, a mix of excitement and nerves crept over you. Unsure of whether to give a knock or press the doorbell, anticipation filled the air. You decided to knock.

As you took a moment to take in your surroundings, the sound of the door being opened reached your ears. Stepping into the view was a figure of a pale man.

"Uh, hello," you said, extending your hand for him to shake. "Good evening," he said, a slight awkward smile on his face. He glanced down at your hand for a few seconds before finally reaching out to shake it.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Turner," you said, maintaining the handshake. "Likewise. Please, come inside and feel at home," he invited you.

"Thank you," you quietly replied as you stepped into his house, though a slight feeling of uncertainty lingered. It almost felt like intruding. "This way to my office," he directed, gesturing towards the left.

"Would you like a drink? Coffee or tea?" he asked. "Uh, tea would be fine. Thanks."

As you walked into his office, you settled into one of the inviting chairs positioned near his desk. Your gaze wandered to the oak wood bookcase that adorned the room, its shelves overflowing with a collection of books. Your eyes were drawn to the carefully placed plants that created a warm and inviting atmosphere. You wondered if anyone else lived in this house, although it seemed empty by the looks of it.

"Here you go," he interrupted your thoughts, setting down a mug with hot tea. "I brought you ginger. I don't know if you like it or not," he said with a serious tone. "Oh, that's my favorite actually," you said, smiling awkwardly.

"Great. Careful, it's hot," he looked at you and gave you a half smile. You blushed a little and brought the mug to your mouth, taking a sip. "So, did you bring your novel?" he said, staring at you.

You tried to speak and swallow at the same time and ended up choking on your drink. You coughed for a few minutes as Alex stared at you, his face laced with concern.

"Erm.." he shifted so he could tap your back. "Try to look up. It should help," he said.

You followed his instructions and looked up at the ceiling, coughing. Your throat seemed to calm down.

"S-sorry," you barely managed to say. "No worries. You alright?" 

"Yes," you exhaled and took out the novel, handing it to him, trying to move past the awkward situation. "Thank you," he muttered.

He took your novel and opened it, setting it down on the desk. Your legs were only a few centimeters away from each other. You shifted slightly, not wanting to invade his personal space.

You realized he hadn't asked you to send him your novel and wondered if you had made a mistake. Perhaps you should have asked him about it.

"Um... should I have sent a digital copy of it to you?" you questioned. "No, it's quite alright. I prefer reading it in front of my clients," he said, his gaze not leaving the book.

You felt awkward, to say the least. It wasn’t pleasant having someone read your work right in front of you. Especially when you thought editors usually familiarize themselves with your work beforehand.

You fumbled with your fingers, unsure what to do with yourself. Bringing the hot mug to your lips, you took a few sips. Your eyes wandered around the room and settled on Alex. He looked like he was studying your work, wearing a serious expression on his face, his eyebrows furrowed.

He looked handsome. When a few strands of hair fell on his face, he tucked them behind his ear. You felt your cheeks heat up and looked away before he could catch you staring. 

As you anxiously awaited his response, doubts clouded your mind about whether any of the sentences you wrote were coherent. You nervously retrieved your phone from your bag, feeling the clamminess on your palms. However, before you could reach out to a friend, he abruptly spoke up.

“S’good,” he looked up at you nodding. “Really? But you didn’t read that much.." you weren't sure what to say.

“I don’t need to. I can see that it’s straightforward and has a clear direction. It’s a bit wordy though and needs some work.” He added.

“Oh, okay,” you nodded. He noticed you slumped a little and found it endearing. He had to remind himself of your age and sensitivity.

“But don’t fret. It’s nothing we can’t fix,” he said, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “Right,” you smiled politely. You looked at him for a split-second and then glanced down at your hands.

“Well. I need to read the rest of your novel now. I only wanted to give you a clear picture of what we were gonna do in the upcoming weeks and how this works,” you nodded.

“For now we can meet once every two weeks and then see how your work progresses. Does Wednesday work for you, around this time?” “Uh-yes. I can do that.”

“Perfect. I want to recommend two books for you to read that could help you with your writing. Could you grab “On Writing”, by Stephen King from the bookshelf there?” he pointed to a book with a brown hardcover.

You stood up and spotted the book he was talking about. “This one?” you asked. “Yes. And also the “Bird by Bird” on your left.” You looked around but didn’t see the book he was talking about.

He stood up, approaching you, his chest pressing lightly against your back. His hand reached out just above your head, and a tantalizing scent reached your nose. The subtle blend of cigarette smoke and lavender emerged from his clothing.

“That’s your right,” he said behind you, amused. “Oh, right,” you chuckled awkwardly.

He got back to his desk and handed you the book, your fingers grazing his.

“You don’t need to read these in over a week. This isn’t school,” he chuckled. “But they should help you improve and explore different methods of writing.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Turner,” you mumbled. “Oh, feel free to call me Alex,” he said. “Okay. Alex,” you replied.

You felt strange saying his name in such a casual manner. It felt like you were talking to a friend your age, not a 30 something year old accomplished editor and god knows what else.

“Oh uh, how do I pay for this?” “My secretary will contact you for that. The first session was meant for us to get acquainted and make sure that we are a good fit."

“Great,” you said.  “Alright.” He looked at you. “Right. Then I’ll be going. Thank you, again. It was nice meeting you,” you mumbled. 

“It was nice meeting you too,” he smiled and guided you to the door. You waved goodbye, and exited his house, the cold autumn air surrounding you. Well, now you really have an editor.

*

Alex didn't expect, well, you. He knew you were younger but god, were you a pretty little thing. His usual clients were a lot older and well, half of them were men.

He tried not to get carried away as his mind swirled with different thoughts about you. He didn't want to be creepy and he never wanted to give you that impression. So he tried his best to be professional.

But you were making it so hard. With your pouty lips and your fumbling hands every time you waited for a response from him. You wore these perfectly fitting tops that hugged your body. Occasionally when you moved around, the fabric would subtly reveal a glimpse of your midriff, making it impossible not to gawk at you. He thought you were simply adorable.

"So, how are your classes going? Anyone giving you trouble?" He asked, genuinely interested. "They're going well," you trailed off, sighing. 

"It's one of my professors. I don't think he likes me," you murmured. "Who?" he asked. 

"Professor Miller," you slumped a little. "Oh. Well I don't think he likes anyone if that makes you feel any better," you laughed. "No but seriously, what’s the problem?" he asked.

"I have the lowest grade in his class," you said, rolling your eyes, a little embarrassed to admit. "Grades aren't everything (Y/N). I've had my fair share of shitty grades too."

"What if I just suck though?" you asked, finding it unbelievable how comfortable you felt talking to him after knowing him only for a few weeks. "Nah. I would have dropped you by now," he teased you.

You gasped. “I’m only joking. You have a lot of potential,” he said, softly gazing into your eyes.

You smiled, feeling at ease.

"If you want I can help you with your assignments. Give you tips and such. Free of charge," he joked.

Both of you couldn't help but notice that your knees were touching but you felt comfortable staying close.

"Are you sure?" you asked. "Yeah. What else am I gonna do with my time?" he said. "Thanks," you said, feeling like this is beginning to border on inappropriate. But you didn't care.

"How about tomorrow, after your classes, you come by and we can see what we can do."

You nodded. "Okay. Sounds great." 

*

You had entranced him. He knew it was inappropriate. He was your editor, after all. And much older than you. But he couldn't help it. He couldn't stand the idea of any of these college guys having you. You were too good. Too sweet.

He wanted to be the one who owned you. He often imagined what it would be like to graze your delicate skin with his fingers. Make you shiver under his touch. Or how you mouth would feel around his coc-

"I hate writing!" you exclaimed, getting up from his couch and pacing around. You guys had moved from his office to his living room. He wanted you to feel comfortable.

He listened to you intently as you explained what you meant to convey in your latest pages. He could have easily done this over an email, but no, he had to see you. Your low voice, sweet like honey, reached his ears.

You sighed. "I don't know. I feel like I'm losing sight of my story. I have no idea what to do next." You said, biting your lip.

"Maybe you should leave it be," Alex replied.

"Huh?" you questioned.

"Well you've been working really hard at it lately. When was the last time you did something else you were passionate about?"

"I-," you paused, "I don't know," you mumbled, sitting down next to him again.

"See? You need to forget about it for a while. Create some distance."

You mulled over his words. "Is that what you do?"

"Course. Every artist does."

You looked at him like the world hung on his lips.

"Yeah. I can try that," you said, a worried expression on your face.

"No," he laughed. "Don't take this as another assignment. I mean really forget about it. Do something that doesn't make you think about writing."

You thought about it for a while and asked "Like what?"

He hesitated. "Well." Fuck it, he thought. "I have two tickets to the theater tonight," he raised his eyebrows slightly. "One of my friends canceled on me and you can join me if you want.”

His gaze met yours as you registered what he asked you. He looked at you, biting his lip, worrying if he had been too forward.

"What's the play about?" you asked, caving in. He tried to contain his smile and continued "It's ballet. The last swan lake."

"Oh, I've always wanted to see that," you said. "Great. We can meet in front of the theater at 7:30. That alright?" he asked. 

"Yeah. Sounds good," you replied, trying to contain your enthusiasm. "I'll see you later then."

*

As you were getting ready in your small bathroom, you couldn't help but feel nervous about tonight, butterflies swirling in your stomach. We can meet for a drink beforehand, if you want. My treat. He told you a few hours ago, wearing a shy smile.

You had reluctantly agreed. You wanted to spend time with him so badly but you felt like you were doing something wrong. You hadn’t even told Sophie yet.

You got dressed, slipping on your silky tights past your legs. You decided to wear a delicate black dress with long sleeves that exposed your plush thighs. Pairing it with your leather jacket and your red scarf, you slung your small handbag over your shoulder, getting ready to leave.

You decided to take your earphones with you and listen to music to calm your nerves.

When you arrived at the charming bar he had picked, you flung the door open and entered. lThe cozy ambience enveloped you as you stepped inside, a welcoming contrast to the crisp evening air outside.

Alex, already seated at a secluded corner table, looked up from his menu, a genuine smile spreading across his face as he caught sight of you entering.

As you made your way towards him, the gentle flicker of candlelight played on the edges of his features. "You made it," he said, rising from his seat and pulling your chair out for you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, your cheeks rosy from the cold. You sat down, not knowing what to do with your hands or where to look. This felt strangely intimate.

“What do you want to drink?” he asked you.

“Uh. What are you getting?” you replied.

“Probably a beer.” He said.

“I guess I’ll get a glass of white wine then,” you replied, feeling somewhat awkward. You didn’t expect in a million years to have drinks with your editor.

“You sure? You can get anything you want. Like I said, it’s my treat.” He smiled.

“Thank you. Yeah I’m good,” you replied bashfully.

After the waiter brought your drinks you started delving into conversation.

"So, um, tell me more about yourself," Alex prompted, his gaze lingering on you.

You giggled, sipping your drink. "Well, there's not much to tell. Just a struggling student trying to make it out alive."

He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "From what I've seen, there's more than meets the eye."

You met his gaze, and the air shifted, charged with an unspoken tension. "You know, I never expected my editor to be someone who could make me forget about writer's block."

He raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. "Maybe I'm just that good at my job."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving between discussions of literature, shared interests, and personal anecdotes. As the night progressed, the topics ventured into more intimate territories, the subtle dance of words revealing layers beneath the surface.

"You have this way of making the mundane sound interesting," you remarked, now both on your second drink. You could feel your face heat up from the alcohol.

Alex leaned in, his gaze intense yet inviting. "Maybe it's the company that makes it interesting."

The words lingered in the air, a palpable tension settling between you. Unspoken desires sparked beneath the surface.

"Well, I find the company interesting too," you replied.

A hint of a smirk crossed Alex's face as he took a sip of his drink. "Careful now," he said. "Interesting company can be quite... distracting."

A subtle blush crept onto your cheeks. "Distracting can be a good thing." you replied.

"What are you distracting yourself from?" he asked, his gaze lingering on yours.

“I’m not sure. Everyone has problems, I guess,” you looked down at your hands.

“Anything you want to share?” he asked. 

“Wouldn’t want to bore you,” you chuckled. 

“You could never,” he replied, his tender eyes meeting yours. You stared at each other for a few seconds before you cleared your throat and looked at the time. “Oh, I think we should get going,” you said.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Alex said and he gestured to the waiter for the bill. You thanked him for the drinks and promised you would return the favor next time you saw him. He agreed but knew he wouldn’t let you pay for anything, especially since you were just a student.

You had an amazing time seeing "Black Swan" at the theater. The ballet was captivating, and the music was incredible. You also noticed Alex glancing at you a few times throughout the show. 

After the show, Alex walked you to your cab. Under the streetlights, there was a quiet moment filled with something more than words. You exchanged a look that said it all, a shared understanding between you. As you got into the cab, Alex stood on the sidewalk with a thoughtful smile and waved goodbye.

When you arrived at your dorm, your phone vibrated. 

Did you get home safely? - Mr Turner. 

Your heart fluttered.

Yes.

Great. Good night. 

Night.

After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you huddled into your bed and drifted off to sleep, embracing your pillow. The night ushered you into a world of dreams.

[sofiatexa]

lara raj x sophia laforteza

cw ; fluff , established relationship (girlfriends) , cuddling , kissing , nicknames often (sophia calling lara them) , lara gives a lot of physical affection , etc maybe??

synopsis ; a rainy day interrupts sophia’s plans to have a date outside with lara so she decides to make the best of what she can do inside with her.

wc ; 1.3k

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@lararaajj : i miss youuu (09:37 am) —

she texted her girlfriend when she woke up that morning. lara stayed in her family home for a while, away from the girls. her and sophia haven’t been able to find the right time to meet up due to both of them having personal family reasons.

today they both were free, expecting to be able to take that short drive down to lara’s house and take her on a all day planning, or thats what they wanted to do.

@sophia_laforteza : miss you moreee :/ (9:38 am.) — sophia replied, she loved talking to lara, obviously because she was the love of her life and lara was her comfort, and so was she to the redhead. they talked a while longer before lara asked her to come over, but when sophia was done getting dressed it began to rain.

@lararaajj : nevermind baby, it's raining. it isn't safe to drive rn (1:15 pm) - she texted the older, expecting her to reply but she never recieved one, for a good ten minutes, which made her think she was probably still getting ready or just not on her phone, read at (1:25 pm), lara saw that sophia had seen her message but she never got a text back.

she tried calling sophia, but with no answer. then her doorbell rang, she got up from her bed, slipping her tshirt on, not knowing who was at the door, and opened it. to lara's surprise it was her girlfriend, standing with her grey hoodie on and with some legos and her nintendo.

lara hugged the older, and pulled her inside. "you idiot! why did you still comeee?" lara asked as she continued pulling the older against her body, inhaling her scent. sophia had a stupid smile on her face, "well, i missed you and why don't we have a day in this time? i mean, the soft pours of rain outside with some calming music with my favorite person playing games and building legos sounds amazing"

sophia said as she hugged lara, "and you smell so nice today" she whispered against lara's shirt. the redhead smiled, loving the sweet words from her girlfriends mouth. "i love you soph" she said, "i love you more lara" they finally broke apart the hug

lara held sophia's hand, leading her upstairs to her room so they could be left alone for a while. sophia put her things down on lara's desk, and went to lay beside the redhead.

pulling her into a soft embrace, and lara sighed, "you're really warm" the redhead spoke, and sophia chuckled "well, it's 50 degrees and you have on a cropped t-shirt baby" and lara pouted, "stilllll"

sophia smiled and kissed her forehead, leaving her lipstick stain on her. "you're so cute" sophia whispered, and took off her hoodie, putting it on the redhead.

a small while passed until they began picking what they wanted to do together. lara picked the legos, seeing that sophia picked the ones that had lara's interests in them.

lara picked the ones she wanted to do the most, "okay, what song do you wanna listen to sweetie?" the black haired woman asked, the redhead shrugged her shoulders, "whatever you think fits the mood better" and sophia nodded, turning on a more calming playlist, starting with 'Rainy Days - V'

lara sat in sophia's lap and poured the legos out of the bag, pulling the instructions from beside sophia and they began putting them together in silence, but it wasn't a awkward one, it was much more comfortable than anything.

the actual soft droplets of rain hitting lara's window, the soothing voice of the singers along with lara's as she sung along to whatever song played, sophia harmonizing with her ever so often. they got so caught up in the legos they didn't realize three hours had already passed, the pair really didn't notice until sophia checked her phone to change the playlist.

it wasn't like those three hours passing was really an issue, they didn't really care about that part, they cared more about finishing this set which they were amost done with, that was the case until, lara accidently knocked over the other bag and mixed the pieces with the bag they were currently on.

"oh my god!" they both shrieked, sophia cloed her eyes and sighed, while lara laughed the pain away. "its okay, its okay" she said, trying to keep herself from screaming. she and sophia began to pick up the legos and saying they'll finish them tomorrow.

lara pulled the redhead by her waist once they were and grabbed her nintendo off of the desk, and lara and sophia laid in bed together while soph flipped through and the game cards, until lara saw she had zelda.

"oh my god, oh my god wait" lara said, picking up the game chip, "let's play this!" she exclaimed. sophia put the chip and started the game, lara rested her head on the black hair woman's chest, and watched as she playd the game.

"i don't really understand much about this game, aside from the characters" sophia admitted, and lara began explaining how the game worked but stopped talking at a certain point, "why'd you stop talking baby?" sophia asked after pausing the game, lara's face was a little red.

"m embarrased" she said, and sophia picked her head up and kissed her, "don't be embarrased baby, you can talk about your interests with me. i love listening to you talk, i love watching you get excited when it's your favorite things ever." lara's eyes sparkled while sophia named things she loved about her and lara slightly teared up due to feeling overwhelmed.

sophia sat up and pulled the redhead into another hug, holding her head and gently playing in her hair, "shh, it's okay.." she softly said, "i love you baby, you're so perfect in my eyes" she kissed her head, and lara sighed, calming down.

sophia made lara comfortable before offering her to play zelda herself and sophia just watching, which lara happily did. she played the game for about a hour, before turning it off, and asking if they could just watch something. the rain had stopped not too long ago, but sophia wasn't gonna leave just because it stopped raining.

lara brought her bean bag out and pushed it to the middle of her room, her and soph both sitting on the bean bag, lara resting her head on sophia's shoulder while they watched lara's comfort show, 'wild kratts'

soon the sun began to set, the moonlight shining from her windows, lara's eyes began to grow heavy, sophia noticing and laying the younger on her chest, and laying back on the bed. she placed her hand on the redheads side, lara fell asleep not long after.

sophia didn't move until lara was fully sleep, getting up and cleaning the legos off of her floor and putting the nintendo back inside of the case. sophia closed her curtains, and got in lara's bed, pulling the cover over both of them.

it didn't take much longer for the black haired woman to fall asleep, the feeling of sleeping in silence wasn't too comfortable to her, so she put on some small noise, maybe a song, turning the screen off, muting both hers and lara's phone so they can sleep without any interruptions. she kissed lara's forehead once more, pulling her by her waist and sleeping just like that.