????? ?????~~ -- sokeefe oneshots

kay im dying at how funny this is- AAHAHAHHAHAHA

Sophie was curled up on the couch, legs draped over Keefe's lap as she scrolled through her phone, lazily tapping through TikTok. Keefe, on the other hand, was hyper-focused on his game, controller in hand, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Everything was peaceful. Until—

BZZT.

A new message popped up on Sophie's phone.

Hey girl, Keefe's cheating on u. He's with me rn.

Sophie blinked at the screen.

And then?

She laughed.

Loud.

Like, full-on, head-thrown-back cackling.

Keefe barely spared her a glance, still focused on his game. "What's so funny?"

Sophie, struggling to breathe between laughs, flipped her phone around and shoved it in his face. "Look."

Keefe glanced away from his game for one second.

And instantly froze.

The controller slipped from his hands, landing on the floor with a dull thud.

His eyes widened. Then narrowed. Then widened again. His entire soul left his body.

"WHAT—"

Sophie was still cracking up.

Keefe, however, was having an existential crisis.

"I—I'm literally sitting RIGHT HERE?" He gestured wildly at himself. "HOW?! WHEN?! AM I A CLONE? A GHOST? SOPH, WHAT IF I'M NOT REAL?!"

Sophie wheezed, clutching her stomach. "I—I can't—"

Keefe ran a hand down his face, muttering, "I swear, my exes have a whole group chat dedicated to making my life hell."

Sophie finally caught her breath, wiping at her teary eyes. "I should text her back."

Keefe snapped his head toward her. "Oh, this I gotta see."

Sophie, still giggling, typed:

Damn, you sure? Because he's literally laying on me rn and playing Call of Duty like an idiot.

Lmao- Ik its hard to believe miss girl, but if u rlly are then send proof?

Keefe gasped. "WHAT—"

"Hold still," Sophie smirked, snapping a pic of Keefe looking absolutely done with life and sent it.

The three dots popped up. Then disappeared.

Then she was blocked.

Sophie tossed her phone onto the couch, still laughing as Keefe dramatically collapsed against the cushions, groaning.

"Keefee," she teased, poking his cheek, "you're too hot for your own good."

He peeked at her, lips twitching. "So, uh... does this mean I didn't cheat?"

Sophie rolled her eyes before leaning in and kissing him.

A long, slow, definitely-not-cheating kiss.

When she pulled back, Keefe smirked. "Nice try, babe."