#negative sofia

[dropoutconfessions]

Saccharina Frostwhip is the worst d20 PC ever she makes me so mad. Shows up halfway through the campaign with cleric levels that don't make sense and then makes it all about her for the rest of the season. Honestly coc is my least favorite season by a mile and it's at least 80% based on saccharina being annoying as fuck. Emily has made Good characters before for sure, I love Sundry Sydney and Sophie Bikes a whole lot but saccharina was awful.

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[easternblocrelics]

Saint Alexander Nevsky Cathedral Sofia, Bulgaria Black and white negative 1970s

[chains4w-gutzfuckk]

༚༅༚˳ . getting drug tested by my parents bc my eyes were glazed over and I was acting weird (I'm just like that 24/7).˳༚༅༚

[rebelwithoutabroom]

karla sofía gascón choosing to antagonize the Brazilians on twitter as if 90% of the big accounts there weren't run by brazilians. not even 24h after that stupid declaration and shes got her work cutout for her already

[secretlyofthefeywild]

gahhh none of my friends have the same music tastes as meee :(((

[witchsofia]

Open Starter || Open&Sofia

"What the fuck?" Sofia let out as she slammed her hands against the side of her car. She'd locked her fucking keys in the car accidentally. Half exhausted from staying up so many hours after work and half distracted texting her sister Sofia had slammed the door on her way into the gas station and immediately realised the keys were on the passenger seat and the nineteen seventies Dogde challenger wasn't quite equiped with the same preventative features as a modern car.

"I'm so fucking stupid," she groaned as she leaned against the car. She'd been awake for twenty hours now and just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep. This was not how her day was meant to go, she still hadn't even gone inside the gas station to grab the study snacks her sister had wanted. Instead she was stuck, parked out front with no way to get into her vehicle, even the spare set of keys were all the way back home and she did not want to walk that in heels.

[luminouslumity]

What Happened to Sofia the First

[sofiasfanartcollection]

More expression practice! This time with my mutant-sona, River :)

(If I draw her with characters from Rise, which I would like to do someday, I’ll probably stylize and simplify her a bit more. )

[captain-amadeus]

This is an invitation to ask what I think about the Protectors because they are some of the most misinterpreted character by far.

[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕾OPHIA

Sophia Laforteza x fem!reader

summary: your favourite thing about being a singer was the hours it would just be you and your producing equipment alone. with the help of lara, you put a lot more than just your imagination into your new track; sophia

warnings: angst, fluff, mean!sophia, internalized homophobia

When you sat in that chair, in front of the glorious table of high-end equipment, you felt all the negative energy from your life evaporated into nothingness. Creating art was a passion, the feeling of fulfillment you earned from completing a song you poured blood, sweat and tears into was irreplaceable.

Until you had the pleasure of knowing Sophia Laforteza.

Sophia was her own person. She knew what she was doing on Dream Academy, and she knew what she was doing as the current leader of Katseye. She took care of herself, she took care of her bandmates and she made sure everything worked.

When you and Sophia first began talking, it was… magical.

She was an absolute dream. Sophia’s love language was acts of service; she would cook for all the girls, but she’d make an extra cup of coffee for you with a cute pattern on top of it. She would come say goodnight, tucking you in and sometimes soothing you to sleep with Disney songs. On award shows and interviews, she’d always stand behind you, making sure you wouldn’t suffer from a wardrobe malfunction.

It was the small things that really had you hooked on her. And for a while, it was everything you could’ve imagined come true.

But, then, when things would turn serious and you started reciprocating the same sort of attention she was giving you, she began distancing herself. She was no longer staying behind to talk to you when the group would have nights out, and she’d always be busy scheduling for Katseye to hang.

When you confronted her about it, she brushed it off. “No, no, it’s nothing like that,” she said, “You’re overthinking.”

Giving her the benefit of the doubt, you only nodded.

So you let her string you along a little further, giving her your hand when she asked, following her around when she’d wag an enticing finger at you. It was obvious your crush had gradually grown into a love of sorts. At least, for you.

I think we could do it if we tried, if only to say, “You’re mine”.

“Manon and I need to pick up a delivery,” Megan announced, “We’re heading downtown if anybody wants to come.”

After four hours in the dance studio, listening to the same song and doing the same routine, rehearsal had finally come to a close. Everybody was worn, fatigued from the draining energy they had to keep up with.

“I’m heading home, so that’s an option too,” Daniela said.

Yoonchae decided to head home, but Lara wanted to go thrifting, so she would leave with the two in Megan’s car. Daniela rolled her window down, Yoonchae in the passenger seat. She nodded towards the two of you.

“You guys coming home with us?” she asked.

You glanced over at Sophia hopefully, praying she could make up some excuse for the two of you to be able to spend some time alone. Though none of the girls knew of your secret, even a blind man could see the two of you were good friends, so if Sophia would have just said no, they wouldn’t have paid either of you any mind. Alas, you didn’t seem to be on the same page, the way you have noticed the two of you have been.

“Actually, I have to do this thing alone… Y/N should be heading home with ya’ll though.” she answered for you, eyeing you in a ‘leader mode’ expression. It wasn’t soft, it was exposing, with a sharp edge. You felt you could only nod in agreement, before watching her wave you all goodbye and strolling down the street towards the city’s busier section.

You know I’ll do anything you asked me to.

You slipped into the Mustang, closing the door with a deep exhale from your nose. Neither of the girls in the front seemed to notice your low energy, belting along to Daniela’s songs.

You eventually tuned them out completely, sat alone with your own thoughts. And you were left with reminiscing the few, but unforgettable moments you managed to sneak in with Sophia.

A week ago, when all of you went out for lunch and Lara began talking about her ex-girlfriend, the discussion of half the group being girl-kissers began arising. It was a sort of light-hearted teasing, just playfully making fun of each other, but Sophia got very defensive when Megan made a comment about her crushing on female Korean idols. Everybody didn’t know exactly what to say when the Filipina had insisted she was straight, and that statement, combined with her refusing to look you in the eye that whole meal afterwards was confusing.

Especially when the two of you would sneak out the house and have a late night rendezvous together. When she kissed you that night, in some alley down the block, you couldn’t help but let the negative feelings flush from your body.

But, oh my God, I think I’m in love with you.

A few days ago, the girls sat around their kitchen island for the breakfast Sophia had made. And when you came downstairs, groggy from just waking, you could see her enjoying a chat with Megan about some new clothing line that had come out. You made your way towards the six, about to go grab yourself a bite to eat when a plate of well-presented food was handed to you. You looked up, to see Sophia still very well focused on her conversation with the redhead, her eyes on Megan’s phone screen, but it was the fact she noticed your presence even when none of the other girls did, her remembering to set you a plate, knowing you would come down.

But still, you seemed to come second to quite literally anything around her.

It was then the lyrics, “Sophia, know that you and I, shouldn’t feel like a crime”. When she finally glanced at you, her eyes soft with a small smile on her face, your heart drumming at the sight of her hair nestling the sides of her face, the next line was clear. “I just wanna say how much I love you with your hair down.”

Though she would sometimes show she cared in her own ways, she kept her distance, hiding behind her carefully built walls. Even in the rare moments they were alone, Sophia’s fingers only briefly brushed against your hand before she pulled away, retreating into herself.

Sophia insisted on it. “It’s better this way,” she’d said one night, lying beside Y/N in a dim hotel room after a gig. “The band... the fans... they wouldn’t get it. It’s just easier to keep it to ourselves. Were the only ones who matter, right?”

How ironic. Everybody else’s opinion was so important to her, but yours blew straight past her head.

When Sophia came back that day, she smelt of a foreign cologne. She came into her room when you and Yoonchae were watching a show together in the younger’s bed. She noticed you there, watching her every move, but neither of you were gonna say anything in front of Yoonchae.

When the latter got up make some microwave popcorn, you decided to just upright test just how much you actually meant to her.

“I can’t do this anymore, Sophia,” you sighed.

Sophia turned around from facing her closet, her eyebrows furrowing. “Do what?”

“This—us—being some kind of secret you’re too afraid to admit exists.” Your words came out sharper than you had intended, but you didn’t try to soften them. “I’m tired of hiding how I feel. I’m tired of pretending that we’re just friends when we’re not. At least, I’m not.”

Sophia sighed heavily, leaning her head back against the closet door. “You think this is easy for me? You think I want to keep it a secret?”

“Then why do you?” You shot back, standing now, Yoonchae’s laptop forgotten on her bed. “Why do you care so much about what the band or the fans might think? We’re human, Sophia. They’d get it, especially the girls.”

Sophia’s jaw clenched, and she stepped forward, her tone firm but defensive. “You don’t know that. You don’t know how they’ll react, what they’ll say. If this gets out, it could ruin everything we’ve worked for.”

“What you’ve worked for,” You corrected, crossing your arms. “Because I’m the one putting my heart into this, and you’re the one pretending it doesn’t mean anything.”

“That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair is you asking me sneak around in the dark while you act like you don’t care about me at all!” Your voice cracked, and you quickly swiped at your eyes.

Sophia’s face softened for a moment, but then she turned away, her hands running through her hair in frustration. “It’s not that simple.”

“It is that simple! You either want to be with me, or you don’t.”

Silence hung between you, thick and suffocating. You took a deep breath and added, more quietly, “I don’t want to keep hiding, Sophia. Not anymore. If you can’t handle that, then maybe this isn’t what I thought it was.”

Sophia spun around, her expression stormy. “Fine. You want honesty? I’m scared, okay? I’m scared of what happens when everything changes. When we can’t go back to how things were before.”

“It already changed, Sophia,” You said softly. “You’re the only one pretending it hasn’t.”

Sophia opened her mouth to respond, then closed it again. Her eyes darted around the room as if searching for an exit. Finally, she grabbed her jacket from the chair and muttered, “I need some air.”

“That’s your answer? Running away?” You asked, your voice a mixture of hurt and anger.

Sophia paused at the door, her back to you. “I’ll be back later.”

Baby, you don’t gotta fight, I’ll be here till the end of time.

She left, the door clicking shut behind her.

You sat back down, staring at the closed door, the empty room echoing with everything left unsaid. When Yoonchae came back in, asking about a grumbling Sophia storming out the dorm, you just shrugged and said you didn’t know.

Wishing that you were mine, pull you in, it’s alright.

“Hello, Eyekons!” The screen flickered on, Lara's face appearing under the warm light of her apartment. She dragged out the fan base name, practically yelling at the top of her lungs. Fans flooded the comments, greeting the woman. Lara grinned, adjusting her phone. “I figured we’d do a little acoustic set tonight, ‘cuz y’know ’ya girls have been working hard in the studio to feed ya’ll. Y/N and I have been really putting our Katsussies into this one song, so we’re gonna let you guys hear a bit of it, and you can tell us if ya’ll like it.”

Fans immediately filled the chat with excitement.

Lara leaned closer to the camera, her smile softening. “Okay, so backstory while babygirl sets everything up. Y/N wrote this song, I helped produce it and honestly, I feel like it’s definitely one of the more vulnerable and beautiful things I’ve shared.”

She paused, scrolling through the comments before adding, “The thing is, Y/N never outright said who it was about or what inspired her, but, you know, when we were working on it, it always felt like there was this... extra weight in the room. Like, it wasn’t just a song for her—it was the song.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper, like she was sharing a secret. “And if you ask me, I think it was about someone really close to her. Maybe even someone you guys know, but,” she held her hands up, “Ya’ll didn’t hear that from me.”

user01 watch it be about sophia

user02 LARA DONT EDGE US TF

user03 I bet everyone everything it’s a laforn/n song

Lara laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I mean, I’m not naming names. But if you pay attention to the lyrics... well, I think it’s pretty obvious Y/N poured her heart into this one. And it’s about someone who’s made her feel, like, really conflicted. Like they’re hiding something. Anyway...”

You came back into the room after a door opened and closed. You came onscreen, immediately getting roped into the live by Lara. The Indian yanked you into her lap as the tow of you stared at the phone. You waved. “Hey, guys. Oh, damn, there’s like 30 thousand people watching this right now.”

Lara hissed, “I might’ve teased our new song.”

“Lara, it’s supposed to be a work in progress still.” You scolded, your arm around her shoulder as the two of you playfully bickered in front of the fans. “But I guess since you dropped the ball like that, we can play a little snippet.”

Lara goes to pick up her headphones, plugging the keyboard into the system before you got into place in Lara’s chair.

You grabbed a microphone and headphones of your own, pointing at the base track file on the computer for Lara before the two of you counted down together. And when the first note hit, you felt your eyes flutter shut, teeth picking at your lips nervously. You hadn’t shown anybody this song except Lara and a couple of Katseye’s writers and producers. The first snippet of it launching live for tens of thousands of people felt very nerve-wracking. But the one person you wished this song could reach wouldn’t hear it first.

“I think we could do it if we tried, if only to say, ‘you’re mine’.” You sang softly into the microphone, “Baby, know that you and I, shouldn’t feel like a crime.”

user04 Singing this from experience is crazy

user05 it has to sophia

user06 OMG WHOEVER IT IS THEY FUMBLED

You weren’t thinking about who was watching anymore. You weren’t thinking about Sophia or the fight or the aching silence that had followed. It was just you, the song, and the truth you had poured into it. You kept the name of the song hidden for now, replacing the many times you would say her name into something more general to avoid any trouble.

When the final chord faded, she opened her eyes to see the chat overflowing with comments;

user07 Weird way to propose, but yes.

user08 ID NEVER KEEO YOU SECRET BABY :(

user09 hope sophia hears this y/n

Your breath caught at that last comment, but you quickly pushed forward. “Well, I hope you guys like it so far, we’re still figuring out some other parts to the song,” you said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your support means the absolute world to us, so, thank you, Eyekons.”

Lara hooked an arm around your neck, giving you a side hug in show of support. “Yes, this amazing human being works very hard to give you guys the music you all deserve.”

The chat continued to flood with love and support.

user10 We’re here for you guys always <3

user11 ex or not you deserve someone who’s proud of you

user12 The voice crack “in love with you” broke me

You set your headphones down, your hands trembling slightly as you glanced back at the screen. Your phone buzzed on the table, a notification from somebody that had your heart racing.

Sophia L. You think you’re in love with me?

[dropoutconfessions]

tuc2 finale spoilers

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I hated it (even tho im fully aware that was what emily wanted for sofie and brennan was on board yada yada) when dale got resurrected, it felt very pushed, cheesy in a bad way and unsatisfying. I'm kinda ok with them having a kid just bc she's a cutie and it makes a bit more sense that sofie could get pregnant from an angel than resurrection via time travel of some sorts. dale should have rested in peace

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[lacunafiction]

This art of Davor is absolutely stunning! Those intricate tattoos, the delicious angst with A, and how only his Bee can call him Dove. 🕊 🥰

The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction - Davor edition

I-I think Ms. Verner doesn't like him...😳

Davor "Dove" Kovač 🐝 RO: Becca Warrick

Personality: cautious // aloof // pessimistic // flirtatious (only towards Becca ...and Reese??) Traits: head // independent // resistance // believer Past affinity: math Primary ability: extrasensory awareness Past susceptibility: forward. 'it’s better to push forward. don’t look back on the past when you have new places to be and things to achieve.' <<< his motto

🕊️ Fernweh: Davor lived a happy life there and didn't think about leaving in the future. Maybe for some trips, but he knew it would always be his place, his safe place... 'It was a mistake to come back here.' - that was his first thought when he tried to fall asleep on the first night in Fernweh. The nightmares came back as he thought they would. He wants to leave as soon as possible because he feels that it is not safe for Becca to be here.

🕊️ Gramps Dan: That was his gramps who taught Davor how to play the guitar. As a young child, Davor always admired him and believed he was the most intelligent person in the world. After the death of his parents and how his grandfather treated him, he was devastated and angry. He wanted answers soo badly but didn't get any. He lived loathing his grandfather ever since. The news of his passing stirred up a lot of negative emotions that Davor had previously managed to suppress. At the beginning of the story he couldn't care less about his grandfather, but because of his journal he started to believe him. Things that his granfather lived through made Davor even more angry at this messy town …but he's willing to forgive his gramps…

🐝 Becca Warrick: It was a ...funny story that brought both of them together and they look after each other ever since. He considers Becca as his precious (not in a negative-possessive way) treasure, he literally can't let anything bad happen to her. That was also she who came up with the nickname 'Dove'... (and she's literally the only person who calls him that, others wouldn't dare...). He had feelings for her for quite some time but didn't act on it... until now. Although he didn't express it, he felt very nervous about Becca being in the town where he grew up. He was curious (but also scared) about what she could think of this town. He felt like he was revealing more of himself to her…. and he forgot about any worries pretty fast, because the town started being weird as fu--.

🕊️ Reese Verner: Back then Davor was quite cheerful and enjoyed competing with Reese regularly. They teased each other a lot. Davor always thought that Reese had a crush on him, was it true tho? donut know, but he certainly had. ...why does he appear in his nightmares? Maybe the crush stage never disappeared...? Seeing him again was a nice experience, sure... but ignoring the circumstances, he is still unsure if it was worth it and is struggling with his thoughts… Would it be worth it to return to Fernweh just to see him... again? welp, good thing he doesn't have to think about it much, am I right?

🕊️ Sofia Dorran: The two of them maybe did not have a strong relationship, but he knew Sofia is the ideal person for engaging in intelligent conversations. He enjoyed spending time with her, solving the puzzles that gramps created for them both. Davor wasn't a fan of fantasy books, but she managed to change his mind about them. Davor knows that Sofia did take good care of his grandfather, but he still doesn't quite know if he's grateful for that or wished she spent her time more... valuably... He was tempted to ask Sofia to borrow that book she found in his grandfather's bedroom, but he thought better of it. It's better to leave Fernweh… Even so, his curiosity wasn't properly fed.

🕊️ James Corvin: Maybe not brothers by blood, but definitely brothers by choice. Davor treated him as if he was the brother he always wanted to have. Back then Davor always placed a high value on his family… until now. At the time, Davor tended to be more impulsive and James was usually the one who kept him from getting into trouble (which often involved Reese). It was really hard, for both of them, to see each other after so long. Their first interaction was pretty awkward... I would even say that most of their interactions were . James noticed how Davor changed the question is: for the better or worse? I don't even know. Everyone can sense, that things around them are different now, and they aren't as close as before. Will it change?

🕊️ Alek Corvin: …To say that Alek wasn't a fan of Davor would be an understatement. Was it because James spent most of his time focusing only on Davor trying to get him out of trouble? Did Alek observe any possessiveness from Davor towards James? Or maybe simply because of the bond between those two, which was truly something that others would envy and desire? Davor never considered it, especially when he left Fernweh permanently. :)) As you can imagine, Alek doesn't seem very happy about Davor's return… But he took an interest in his new friend, Becca, which did not go unnoticed by Davor and he isn't really happy about it.

🕊️ The Waitress: Oh boy, it seems that Davor has taken up a new hobby, which is glaring harshly at the waitress. He finds her mistrustful and he smells trouble. Had they met when he was younger, there may have been a slim chance of them getting along.

🕊️ Waffles!: So um… Davor has a little issue with dogs and because of that his relationship with Waffles isn't as wonderful as I wish it would be... However, I believe that with time and help from Becca, they will eventually become friends.

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Another On The Way

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader (y/n)

Warnings: none

Y/N's pov

"No, no, no.." I covered my mouth with my palm as the tears ran down my cheeks in disbelief. I wanted to scream when I saw two lines appearing on the pregnancy test I had just taken. I put all my hopes in the fact that the test would be negative, considering the fact that only 5 months ago I gave birth to our beautiful little girl Sofia.

"Amor, is it done?" Carlos asked knocking on the door. I didn't even try to pull myself together before I opened the door in front of which he was standing holding Sofia in his arms. I opened the door and stared at him with teary eyes sobbing.

"Mi amor que paso por que lloras?" He asked worriedly placing his free hand on my cheek wiping away the tears with his thumb.

"Carlos, it's positive. I'm pregnant again." I broke down crying out loud into his chest.

"Hey, hey..shh." He pulled me into a hug rubbing my back. "Baby, it's okay, it's gonna be okay." He tried to comfort me, but at that moment I was inconsolable.

"How could we be so careless? We just had a baby.."

"Amor but I thought we didn't want to stop at just one child. We talked about how we wanted more."

"I know and I do want more, but I just wasn't expecting this to happen so soon. I'm not ready yet, I'm so scared."

Sofia was born 3 weeks before her due date because towards the end of the pregnancy things started to get complicated. in the middle of the night I was woken up by severe pain and had to go to the hospital immediately. The birth was laborious, long, difficult and painful. If Carlos hadn't been next to me in those moments, I don't know how I would have endured it. Luckily, in the end, everything went well and Sofia was born healthy and beautiful. I was so exhausted from giving birth that I was coming for days, Carlos had to help me walk and even get out of bed because I couldn't do it myself. but today when I look at Sofia and her big brown eyes, the same as Carlos's, I know that it was all worth it for her.

"I understand that you are scared, but you know that we are in this together as in everything else. I promise to be here every step of the way again and I promise you that you have nothing to fear." He said placing a kiss on my forehead. I'm so lucky to have him by my side through anything in life. He is my rock and as long as we are together I know deep down that I don't have to worry about anything because he will always be there for me.

"I know, but I just wanted us to give all of our attention to Sofi. I don't want to be away from you anymore and I want Sofi to be with you as well, she is so small, she needs you as much as I do." I sob looking at Sofia in his arms who playing with her tiny hands.

Towards the end of the 6th month of pregnancy, I could no longer go to the races with Carlos. it just became too strenuous and risky to go, so the doctor advised me to stay home and rest. I was in our house in Madrid all the time and I missed him terribly and it was very difficult without him, and my hormones and mood swings were not helpful at all. Thank God he was at home that night when I went into labor.

"Mi corazon te lo prometo, I'll make sure to be with you every spare second when I'm not racing. She already feels how much we love her and she will never lack for anything. I need you to be okay, baby." I take Sofi from his hands in mine and kiss her on the head, rocking her as she started to frown a little.

"I love you so much Carlos. Thank you. I'm so lucky that you're mine." My tears finally dried and I took a deep breath, now much calmer and happier than a few minutes ago.

"Todo para mis niñas. Te amo tanto." He says pressing his lips against mine and wrapping his arms around both of us. He always made everything so easy and he always let me know that I was forever safe with him.

[matchalovertrait]

There's no denying it, they have strong grounds for a lawsuit. The main goals are to disprove Caruso's claims and show how those claims negatively impacted Dulce's career. Dulce's video wasn't successful despite having evidence, but things run differently in the courtroom. Also, Antonio is one of the best lawyers in Del Sol Valley. He's a rather persuasive man—who knows why??? The two spent the rest of the consultation going over the litigation process, possible strategies, and counterarguments.

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Antonio: Please, have a seat.

Dulce: I want to say how grateful I am for your help. Dani was telling me we should send a cease-and-desist letter. I’m not sure that will do much to stop Caruso.

Antonio: It’s necessary. Regardless, I assure you we will come out victorious. I reviewed everything. The videos. The information. It’s a simple case.

Dulce: Perfect! Do you need anything from me?

Antonio: The numbers such as channel analytics and cookbook sales data. E-mails of lost sponsorships.

Dulce: I can do that! Wow, this is so exciting.

Antonio: We must also further instill your credibility as a professional chef. Do you have contact with the Diced Junior judges, Mia D’Angelo-Ramirez or Carlo Mancini?

Dulce: Aren’t you going to ask about Sofia Bjergsen? She was a judge too.

Antonio: Right. We need everyone we can get.

Dulce: I’m not in contact with any of them. It was weird. Mia said “we will keep a close eye on your career.” She’s been watching very quietly!

Antonio: ...Okay. I’ll have Daniela research that.

Antonio: Speaking of which, what is Caruso’s full name? I don’t seem to have it.

Dulce: I don’t know it.

Antonio: How do you spell that?

Dulce: Oh, that’s not his name. I said, “I don’t know it.”

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Antonio: How long have you known him?

Dulce: Two... no, three years. Yes. It’s been three years now.

Antonio: .....

Dulce: I thought it’d be rude to nudge. And I kind of, sort of, didn’t care about him that much...

Antonio: That’s fine. We can find it. Who is his employer? You must know that.

Dulce: I do know, actually!

[izanna]

If you hate canon material that SJM clearly wrote and will continue to write, if you hate and have only negative things to say about her work and characters, why keep reading? Why keep coming into the space for fans pretending you are one when you’re not?

“Everyone supports women until a woman is doing better than you” - Sofia Isella

[cambankromyy]

TRUE COLORS (03): the ticket to freedom - (smau & irl au) childhood bsf!rafe cameron x thornton!reader

series masterlist; general masterlist; taglist

PART 2- PART 3 - PART 4

synopsis;

Yn Thornton is Topper's little sister and the Cameron siblings' best friend. Growing up, She, Topper, Sarah, and Rafe were like royalty on Figure 8, but the pressure of being at the top of the kook hierarchy left her feeling trapped. While sarah and yn broke free, embracing life with the Pogues, Rafe stayed behind, burdened by his fathers expectations. As she found freedom outside the kook world, Rafe spiraled, torn between the life he hated and his need to hold on to her- the one person who truly understood him.

chapter overview;

yn wakes up to the sound of seagulls and sunlight streaming through her curtains, her phone buzzing with a message from Sarah inviting her to a bonfire later that evening. After reflecting on the previous night, yn is thrown off by an unexpected encounter with Ruthie at home, prompting her to head to Tannyhill to find Sarah. There, she runs into Rafe, with sarah being on a date with john b, and they quickly fall back into their familiar, nostalgic rhythm. When Sarah returns, she suggests they get ready for the bonfire, and the two girls bond over plans for the night ahead.

you wake to the sound of seagulls and sunlight streaming through your curtains. you smiled as you recalled walking home with rafe from the country club, but was quickly replaced by a pit in your stomach. fuck. sofia and rafe. before more negative thoughts could fill your head, your phone on the nightstand buzzed.

groaning, you reach for it, the screen lighting up with Sarah’s name.

you sigh, tossing your phone across your bed before dragging yourself up. laughter and muffled voices echo from downstairs. odd, since your parents weren’t supposed to be home. It was just you and topper.

shrugging it off, you start your morning routine; teeth brushed, hair done, skincare complete. by the time you head downstairs, you’re ready for breakfast. what you’re not ready for is the scene that greets you.

"ruthie?" you blurt, your voice sharp with disbelief.

there she is, standing in your kitchen, laughing with Topper like belongs there.

she glances over her shoulder, giving you an innocent look that you know is anything but. "oh! good morning yn" she says, her voice syrupy sweet, but that smug little smirk betrays her.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" you demand, your annoyance bubbling to the surface.

topper looks up from where he’s cooking, confused. "What’s your problem? She just stayed over. It’s not a big deal."

Not a big deal? Your jaw tightens as you glare at him, shaking your head. He really didn’t get it.

"no fucking way," you mutter, turning on your heel before your anger spills over. You’re not about to stand there and watch Ruthie act like she owns the place.

"yo!" topper calls after you, his confusion growing. "you not gonna eat breakfast?"

you ignore him, your steps quickening as Ruthie’s laughter follows you. "Oh, c’mon, top. She’s just being a brat," she says, her tone dripping with fake sympathy.

her voice sends a wave of frustration through you, but you don’t stop. you grab your keys, head to the garage, and climb into your car. anywhere was better than here right now.

as you back out of the driveway, you hear topper shout again. "where are you going? dude!"

you hear him, but you don’t respond. instead, you pull out of the garage, heading toward tannyhill. being with sarah had to be better than dealing with that.

you pull into the driveway at tannyhill, turning off the engine and sitting in the silence for a moment. the house looms in front of you, quiet except for the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze.

grabbing your keys, you make your way to the door, ringing the doorbell. nothing.

"sar?" you call, starting to knock.

no response.

you sigh, leaning against the doorframe, pulling out your phone to text her.

"fuck" you mutter to yourself, debating whether or not to go home. before you can start walking toward your car, you hear footsteps approaching the door, and before you can do anything, it swings open.

"yn"

answering the door for you was rafe; hair a mess, shirtless, and clearly fresh out of bed. he squints at you, rubbing his eyes as he adjusts to the daylight.

His voice is groggy, and his confusion is obvious. "what are you doing here?"

"I came to see Sarah," you reply, trying not to laugh at how out of it he looks. "didn’t realize she wasn’t home."

Rafe yawns, stepping back to let you in. "she’s out with John B or something," he mumbles, scratching the back of his head. "come in, though."

you hesitate for a second, glancing at your car, but the thought of going home makes you sigh. "fine," you say, stepping past him into the familiar house.

you sat down on the couch next to rafe, the room filled with the familiar, comfortable silence you two always had. he lazily strummed his guitar, and you leaned back, letting the memories flood in. it felt just like middle school again—when you and rafe would always end up together while sarah and tpper were macking each other. late-night talks, sneaking into places you shouldn’t, and walking to the country club to put anything and everything on ward camerons tab. the nostalgia was thick in the air, and you both fell into your usual banter—you forgot how much you loved this.

the sound of a car pulling into the driveway interrupted the easy atmosphere, and before you could even register it, the front door opened, and sarah stepped inside. her eyes landed on you and rafe sitting so comfortably together, and you could see the surprise flash across her face. but, after a brief pause, she just smiled and shook her head.

"well, look who decided to hang out," she said, her tone light and casual. It wasn’t a big deal—just a comment, but you could tell she was a little taken aback by the two of you being together without her or topper.

"yeah, had to escape topper and ruthie," you said rolling your eyes, trying to change the topic from you and rafe.

sarah raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything more. instead, she gave you a knowing grin.

you followed sarah to her room, rafe's gaze following you all the way up the stairs. he missed this too.

sarah let you borrow her "cute but pogue approved" outfit for the bonfire, as she gave you the john b john d debrief from their date. you two did your hair, makeup, and got ready for the bonfire, and before you knew it, it was time to leave.

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