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iamnotoriginalphil · 3 months ago

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The Halloween Party (Lydia Deetz x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Your friend abandons you at a Halloween party. Luckily for you, you find someone far more interesting to spend the night with.

Words: 4k

Warnings: biting, blood, marking, smut, drug use mentioned, hair pulling, rough sex, mentions of alcohol

The lights and the music were overwhelming. With the tight corset binding your waist and the heels on your feet, you were trying not to look as uncomfortable as you felt. You should have never let your friend convince you to come to the party. You certainly shouldn’t have let her dress you up in something she deemed sexy before abandoning you with to a bunch of strangers.

You didn’t even know whose house you were in.

You perused the snack table, chuckling at the plastic spiders scattered over the bright orange table cloth. Snatching up a handful of chips, you turned, taking in the crowd. Bodies writhed together in time to the music, flashing lights illuminating flashes of skin here, groping hands there. Your cup of red liquid sloshed in your hand as you pushed to the edges of the room, looking for somewhere quieter to perch until you could leave.

The garden was quieter, although hardly empty. Someone had started a small fire, the scent of burning sugar making its way to your nose. Lingering on the outskirts, you curled around it, shivering in the cool air. You were too far for the light and heat to find you, watching the flames flicker between shoulders pressed together and cigarettes being passed from hand to hand. Cloves and smoke and weed, all mixing together with the sharp sweetness of marshmallows burning as they slid off sticks under inattentive cooks.

You lent back against a tree, keeping to the shadows, enjoying the sting of cold air on your bare skin. You tilted your chin up, taking a deep breath that burned your lungs, the stars twinkling high above you, the moon almost new.

“Not your crowd?”

You tried not to show how startled you were. You’d wrongly assumed you were the only one skulking in the shadows, leaving the revelry for the people who had wanted to be at the party. Turning your head, glancing down, you found a pale face full of flickering shadow, the light from the fire playing over it, still staring at the group of people laughing. Dark hair and darker clothes, if anyone belonged to the night, it was this woman.

“Not particularly,” you replied, keeping your voice steady.

“Why are you here then?” she asked.

“A friend needed moral support,” you replied, “is this the moment when you tell me this is your party?”

“Fuck no,” she laughed, “my ex thought I needed to get out more.”

“Your ex dragged you to a party?” you asked.

“No. He agreed to take our daughter for the night so I could come. It’s my producer’s party,” she replied.

You considered her a moment. She tipped her head back, leaning it against the rough bark of the tree. A flicker of familiarity went through you but you couldn’t place from where. Like a half remembered dream you’d had once many years ago.

“So why are you hiding from everyone?” you asked.

With face half in shadow, her dark eyes found you, leaving you a little breathless. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, the ache of the heels pinching at your toes more a nuisance than anything else. Even in dark she was undoubtably beautiful.

“Who said I’m hiding?” she asked.

“You’re skulking in the shadows. Is there another reason if you’re not hiding?” you asked.

“I suppose not,” she said, her gaze drifting away from you again.

You kept looking down at her, wanting to catch another glimpse of pale skin, dark eyes, lips curling in a scornful smile. She was still staring out at the group by the fire, a guitar having been pulled from seemingly nowhere, the soft chords so discordant with each other. Her nose wrinkled and you had to bite back a laugh. Even her disgruntled expression was compelling.

“Why aren’t you with your friend?” she asked after a few moments of silence.

“What?” you asked, blinking back to the moment.

“You said you came with a friend who needed moral support but now you’re here on your own. What happened?” she asked.

“Oh.” You perked up, “the moral support worked and uh, she abandoned me to go talk to Rick.”

“Rick? Why would she want to talk to Rick?” she asked.

“She called it networking but… I dunno. Do you ever get the feeling that someone is speaking the same language as you but with different meanings?”

You shifted your body, turning it towards her, shoulder resting against the tree. Her head rolled towards you, finally looking at you again. It sent a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the chilled night air.

“She’s fucking Rick to increase her chances of being in one of his projects,” she said.

“Yeah, which is not how I network but then.” You shrugged, “I don’t work in this industry.”

“You don’t?” Her interest in you seemed to increase.

“I’m in tech,” you replied.

Her interest immediately retreated again. A pang of disappointment went through you.

“I write a lot of code. I test firewalls for companies. Like a contractor. I get to hack into people’s websites,” you said.

That usually impressed people. Usually being the operative word. She couldn’t have cared less.

“So, I guess I just have to wait around until she’s done,” you said, hoping that would get a response.

“Shouldn’t take long,” she snorted.

“Do you… do you know that from personal experience?” you asked.

The look she gave you was so full of disgust you reared back. She didn’t bother trying to school her features, those eyes sweeping over you with a judgemental eye.

“Why are you wearing that?” she asked, derision dripping from every word, “I would have expected your friend was hoping you’d be the honey pot in her plan looking like that.”

“Oh, uh, I didn’t really come with a costume so… she dressed me in her clothes for the party,” you said, looking down at your body.

The tight corset nipping in your waist, the short skirt, the lace showing off your skin more than you were used to, you could understand what she meant. Wrapped up so pretty, and without a bow. You’d had plenty of interested looks as you’d lingered on the outskirts of the crowd. Too bad none of them had enticed you.

And the only one you had was looking at you like you were…

“What are you meant to be?” she asked.

“I’m told I’m a witch, but we didn’t have the hat so I guess it’s a pretty bad costume,” you said, “why? What are you meant to be?”

Your eyes lingered on her. She was hardly in anything you recognised.

“Nothing. I didn’t bother with the costume. My ex is the whiz at all that. I only promised to leave the house for something other than work,” she waved off.

“So this is just how you normally dress?” you asked, eyes doing another sweep over her body.

“Why?” she asked in response.

“It’s cool,” you said.

She seemed to not have an answer to that. She settled back against the trunk of the tree, staring out at the group that had moved on to singing off key but enthusiastically. You sighed, slowly sinking down until you were sitting too. Taking the pressure off your toes, you groaned, tugging the shoes off to massage the sole of your foot.

“Those things are death traps,” she said.

“I’m not exactly enjoying any element of this outfit,” you said.

Her low chuckle was only audible because you were sitting right by her.

“At least it looks good on you,” she said.

“Oh.” It appears as if you were forgiven for your misstep, “thanks.”

“I’m sure Rick would prefer I dress more like that,” she said, “I had to compromise in the end.”

“Why? You look good in what you’re wearing now,” you said.

She turned to look at you, a slow drag of eyes that made you shiver again.

“Call it the misogyny of the entertainment industry, or the creeps who need to want to fuck the woman to pay attention to them, but sex sells,” she said, “I put on the costume and I do the work and I thank them for the opportunity.”

“It doesn’t sound like you like your job that much,” you said.

“It has its upsides,” she said, offering you a small smile, “I get to be on television.”

“I wouldn’t want that. I’ve always felt awkward when a camera is pointed at me,” you said.

She hummed but didn’t give you more of an answer. Her eyes were studying you and you let her, giving her the space to stare at you to her heart’s content. You liked the thought of being looked at by this woman.

“You really don’t know who I am, do you?” she eventually said.

“Nope.” You popped the p obnoxiously, but smiled to let her know you weren’t making fun of her.

“Lydia.”

She offered you her hand. You took it, the warmth of her skin almost burning yours. Your name fell from your lips, almost breathless from the feeling of her palm against yours. Her lips quirked up, not quite a smirk, but something approaching it. You couldn’t get a read on her, so aloof from the rest of the gathering and yet you had to wonder if she kept away for another reason. People pushing you to go socialise usually meant one of two things. Either you were some kind of hermit who refused to leave the house, or you didn’t like going to social gatherings. Which spoke to something else usually. The moment spun out for longer than you’d been expecting.

“You don’t know Ghost House?” she asked, finally letting your hand go.

“Sorry,” you said, shrugging, “I’m not much of a television person.”

She made a soft sound and lent back again, slightly closer than you were expecting, her shoulder brushing yours. You tucked your feet underneath you, letting yourself gently tip towards her, wanting more of her touch. With both of your faces turned towards the fire, it was easy to pretend like it was purely a coincidence. That you didn’t feel like she was a black hole, drawing you in with little more than a moment of her attention, dark eyes assessing you. Why did you want it to be a positive assessment?

“Do you think they understand how tragic they are?” she asked.

“I think they’re drunk and high,” you replied.

Her laugh was throaty, raspy, like a ghostly finger stroked along the length of your spine. She rose, not quite as elegant as you’d imagined, and yet your stomach dropped with disappointment.

“Are you coming?” she asked, turning to look at you over her shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you said, scrabbling to your feet.

You followed her on bare feet, past the tree, further into the shadows of the garden. It opened up farther, more expansive than you’d first thought. She seemed confident in the direction she’d chosen, striding through the darkness.

“Rick likes to think he’s sophisticated because he buys art but he has no eye. After all, he has one of Delia’s pieces around here somewhere,” she said.

“Delia?” you asked.

“Delia Deetz,” she said, pausing for a moment to let you catch up, “you really don’t know anything about me or my family.”

She seemed pleased by that. You offered her a small smile, feeling better about where this was going now. Any misstep had been passed over, leaving a warmth growing in your stomach.

“I’ll show it to you,” she said, reaching out to grasp your hand and tug you behind her.

She wound her way past one statue after another, growing further and further from the lights and sound of the party. The cool night air and the silence was appreciated, exactly what you’d been looking for when you’d slipped outside. Her hand was warm in yours, chasing away the chill that threatened to sink into your bones.

“Isn’t it just horrific?” she asked, coming to a stop in front of something you couldn’t conceptualise.

It was spiky and abstract and not like anything you’d ever willingly seek out to look at. You titled your head, trying to understand what you were looking at. Nose wrinkling, you shook your head, giving up on trying.

“I know art is subjective but I really don’t get this,” you said, “I wouldn’t pay money for it.”

A warm hand landed on your cheek, turning your head, chapped lips landing on yours. You gasped, startled, not sure if that was what she’d meant to do. She pressed closer, more insistent, teeth nipping at your lip until you kissed her back.

Her hands were gripping your cheeks while yours slid around her waist. She was so warm under your touch, so soft, so supple. The way she kissed you was like she was trying to possess you, to own you, and you were willing to give her what she wanted. You hadn’t expected this turn of events, your hope nothing but a pipe dream, or so you’d thought.

Her tongue was in your mouth, fingers digging in, rough and harsh and so perfect it made your head spin. You were making small noises, muffled by her mouth, almost begging her for more. It only made her kiss you harder. She tasted of cigarette smoke and sugar, dreams of something dark and dangerous at the edge of the moment.

She dragged you down to the grass, ignoring the damp collecting on the blades in the cold night. She straddled your body, knees either side of your hips, pressing in to keep you pinned underneath her. You whimpered when she trailed her lips over your skin, teeth scraping before sinking in at the junction of your shoulder and your neck. The noise you made was embarrassing in its wantonness. Her tongue soothed over it but you knew there would be a bruise there tomorrow. Or maybe later today. You’d lost track of time.

Her hands shoved under the skirt of the dress you’d been forced into, nails dragging over the vulnerable skin of your inner thigh. Your legs parted, falling open to give her more access. Her teeth were still making a home on your skin, lips trailing over whatever bare skin they could find. Sinking in at the soft skin over your heart, the flesh of one breast pushed up from the tight corset digging into your ribs. Her name was a gasp before it devolved into a filthy moan.

She shifted, fingers pressing at the throbbing between your legs. Your hips rose, meeting her touch, asking for more. Pushing your underwear to the side, you sighed at the feeling of her hand on you, no barriers in place, nothing but skin against your slick heat.

Pinned in the damp grass, skirt hiked up around your waist, beautiful woman on top of you, your night had significantly improved. Your fingers had found their way into the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging on it as her fingers swept through your folds. Wetness gathered on her fingertip, she was rough on your clit. The high whine from the back of your throat only seemed to spur her on. Her teeth sunk in deeper, right over your heart, a soft growl coming from her.

When her fingers plunged into you, you cried out, arching up into her mouth. She wasn’t soft with you, no longer exploring as her fingers thrust into you. Your hips met her hand, a strangled noise coming from your lips when her palm ground against your clit. You were panting, the electricity in your bloodstream all consuming. You’d never felt more alive than you did, there in the grass, abstract statue looming over the shoulder of the woman with her mouth on your body and her fingers inside you. Clutching at her, you rode her hand as hard as you could.

When your orgasm hit, it rushed over you. Your inner muscles clenched around her fingers, almost strangling them while your fingers tightening in her hair until you were pulling on it. Your hips were pressing up into her, seeking out every drop of pleasure you could find. It had never felt this intense before, this good. You wanted more of it.

“Fuck,” she growled into the skin of your neck.

Her hand retracted from between your legs, glistening with your arousal in what little light there was. Her tongue dragged over her skin, cleaning herself up. It was the single hottest thing you’d ever seen, which was saying a lot given what you’d been doing only moments before. Her dark eyes watched you with every lap of her tongue. You felt boneless and fucked and so turned on. Whoever this woman was, whatever her damage was, you wanted more.

Her leg swung around and she sat beside your splayed body. Wiping her hand on her skirt, she stared up at the statue in front of her, menacing in the shadows.

“Sorry about that,” she said, “I’m sort of going through something.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” you replied, slowly sitting too.

She looked over at you, a smile flirting with her lips.

“I suppose you’re not.”

Her eyes dipped down and something on her face changed. Her hand reached over, hovering before it made contact with your skin.

“Sorry about that.”

You looked down, finding a stark bite mark on the skin of your breast. Your thumb wiped away a drop of blood from the wound.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, “it was kind of hot, actually.”

“You’re being surprisingly calm about this,” she said.

“A beautiful woman just ravished me in a garden. It’s the stuff dreams are made of,” you said with a small shrug and a smile.

She shook her head but didn’t disagree with you. The cool night air washed over you. You shivered. She shuffled closer, arm pressing to yours, her warmth seeping into you. You lent against her.

“So who is Delia?” you asked, staring at the statue.

“My step mother,” she replied.

“You don’t like her?” you asked.

“It’s complicated,” she said, “I don’t hate her. It’s just…”

“Complicated,” you said, nodding.

You sat in silence for a while longer. You wanted to reach out, to taste her, to know what she sounded like as she came. You thought she might not want that. She’d been so quick to put space between the two of you after your earth shattering orgasm. Even leaning on her, you weren’t sure she was completely comfortable with the casual touch.

“You are alive, right?” she asked after the silence had settled over you.

“What?” you laughed.

“Just tell if you’re actually alive or not,” she demanded turning to look at you.

“I’m not like a zombie or a ghost,” you said, still laughing.

The way she was looking at you had the laughter die on your lips. She was serious. Deadly so. You blinked. Her gaze was lingering, open and wide and vulnerable. Your heart clenched.

You grasped her hand, pressing it to your heart. Her palm moulded to the curve of your body as she pressed down. The sting of pain was worth it when her shoulders relaxed at the feeling of your heartbeat.

“See?” you murmured, “alive.”

She sat there, her hand on your chest, dark eyes watching as your chest expanded with every inhale. You let her, not sure what she was going through but letting yourself be there.

“Sorry,” she said, “sometimes it can get…”

“Get?” you prompted when you weren’t sure she was going to continue.

“Overwhelming,” she said, “that’s why I have a show. I can talk to ghosts.”

“Oh,” you said, not sure what to make of that, “cool.”

“You’re not going to tell me I’m crazy?” she asked.

You considered her for a moment.

“Nah. There’s enough out there we can’t explain that I’m not willing to dismiss anything yet,” you replied, “it’s not crazy to experience the world differently from me.”

Her hand tightened on your skin, the pain causing a hiss to fall from your lips. She looked down, flipping her palm to find your blood smeared over her skin. She brought it to her mouth, licking your blood away, holding eye contact with you.

A shot of pleasure went right between your thighs.

“You should probably go find your friend,” she said, ignoring how breathless you were.

“If she’s not still busy with Rick,” you said.

“She won’t be,” she said.

“She definitely won’t have had as good a time at this party as I have,” you said, smirking over at her.

“Come on.”

She stood, holding out a hand to you. You let her pull you to your feet, staggering into her body. Her fingertips were soft as they brushed over the apple of your cheek, lingering for a moment before putting more space between your bodies.

You followed her back to the party. The singing had only grown louder, the words slurred and indistinct, a wall of noise you weren’t interested in. You paused for a moment, scooping up the heels abandoned at the foot of the tree, Lydia lingering with you.

“I think I’ll return home now,” she said, almost absentmindedly, “Richard left candy when he picked up Astrid.”

“Pop on a horror movie and relax,” you said with a small laugh.

“Exactly.”

Looking at her, you could imagine she would be the exact kind of woman to relax to a good slasher movie. Something about her spoke to the darker side of things, the strange, the unusual. You liked it.

Your friend was in the doorway, staring out at the backyard, eyes searching. They alighted on you, relaxing before a look of surprise passed over her face. As you stepped into the circle of light spilling out of the house, her mouth fell open.

“What happened to you?” she asked.

“You mean after you abandoned me?” you replied, “I made a friend.”

Her eyes dragged from you to Lydia, still at your side for reasons you hadn’t yet worked out. Your friend’s eyes widened and she seemed speechless. Not an easy feat, if you were being honest.

“Are you done? Can we go now?” you asked her.

“Uh… yeah, sure,” she said, still looking to Lydia.

“Great.” You turned to Lydia, “if you need to work through more shit, come find me.”

“I might just take you up on that,” she said, the corner of her lips curling up in a smile.

You reached out, brushing your fingertips over the apple of her cheek, a mirror image of the softness she’d shown you earlier. Her hand caught yours, pressing her lips to the centre of your palm before she let you go.

You grasped your friend’s elbow and steered her towards the front door. The house spat you onto a dark driveway, empty and long, the perfect setting for a horror movie ending to the night. After all, you’d sex. That was, like, horror movie 101.

“Did you seriously fuck Lydia Deetz?” your friend asked in a hiss of a whisper.

“Well…” you said, thinking over it.

“You know she’s a total con artist, right? She tells people she talks to ghosts,” she said, a judgemental edge to her tone.

“She told me,” you said.

“And you still fucked her?” she asked.

“Yeah, I did.” You jutted out your chin, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared at her.

“Didn’t know you were into that freaky shit,” she said, eyes trailing down to the wound on your chest.

“Hey, I don’t judge you for sleeping with some slimy producer. Don’t judge me for what I get up to,” you said.

“Fine,” she said, “but you’re not really going to see her again, are you?”

“I hope I do,” you said.

And when the phone rang, you jumped at the chance to help her work through more of her shit.

#lydia deetz x reader #lydia deetz imagine #lydia deetz #beetlejuice beetlejuice

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liyaauhr · 5 months ago

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Aiden & Taylor HC’s because no-one talks about them enough! 🎢

— disaster child + disaster child = recipe for chaos

— After her father’s death, Taylor never really got to have a normal childhood like most people her age. She didn’t want to rely on her twin brother constantly for help and had an emotionally unavailable mother so she spent her time trying to help out around the house as much as possible. Her first time goofing off was actually with Aiden who convinced her to skip class to go to the skate park and taught her how to skateboard.

— Gossip about their classmates ALL THE TIME. Literally Taylor will call up Aiden at the ass crack of dawn being like “OH MY GOD you will NOT believe whats been going on with blah blah blah” and Aiden would immediately be like “OMG wtf??? Oh I knew they were a bitch 🙄”

— They team up to cheat in uno. Both of them sneak in +4 cards to their deck and trade cards underneath their legs like dealers to get the people they’ve targeted out in the round. This person is usually Tyler because he has a whole FLIP OUT and when it’s not him it’s Ashlyn because you cannot tell me she wouldn’t get competitive and be a sore loser.

No. this is totally not based off of personal experience. (My friends suck 🤧)

— Once during Christmas, after watching so many movies (and paying attention to none) Aiden had the bright idea of recreating the traps in Home Alone. His parents were away and Taylor tried to talk him out of it…but then he offered a monthly supply of chocolate bunnies and a declaration of a prank war on Tyler so naturally, she concedes. The whole thing was surprisingly easy considering Aiden just has a bunch of questionable random junk lying around that is that is scary dangerous when utilised so with Taylor’s craftiness and Aiden’s creativity the two of them end up making some unstoppable traps. Unfortunately, instead of taking them down once they were finished, both of them got sidetracked by making cookies for the rest of the group to eat. As of on queue, a poor unknowing Ben had walked into the front door after guitar lessons with Tyler and well…you can imagine the disaster! Literally hundreds of booby traps flying at him from every damn corner, every wrong step taken resulted in another attack and eventually a net came out of nowhere and trapped him mid-air!

(Tyler was behind him and could not stop laughing for a good hour as Aiden and Taylor watched in horror, he now has infinite blackmail material in his gallery.)

— I hc that while Tyler is a great cook, Taylor is an excellent baker! When she’s concentrated she can make some really good cookies and cakes that she had learned from her mum.

Key word: WHEN SHE’S CONCENTRATED

Long story short, they’ve blown up a whole kitchen before (at least it was Aiden’s).

— These two 100% do dumb tiktok challenges together and you cannot convince me otherwise.

— Before the Savannah trip, I like to think that Taylor was intrigued by Aiden’s energy when he first arrived especially considering she’s the type to notice people who aren’t necessarily well known (as seen with Ashlyn). Whenever she saw him he was always smiling and goofing off with the tall guy that followed him around and she sorta missed that feeling after losing it so long ago when her father died. Her brother and mother had never been the same since and Tyler became more serious, not to mention her other friends weren’t exactly the silly type.

And the two seemed to stick to the ginger haired girl like glue (to her dismay). She found it funny watching them annoy her to no end and Ashlyn had always been someone she had secretly wanted to get to know.

I feel like a part of her really wanted to make friends with them from the beginning because while the people Tyler and Taylor hung out with were nice enough, they always felt so disconnected and out of touch from them.

— They share a PE class together and literally both choose not to try in class and instead choose to goof off and gossip instead.

— Once Aiden’s roots were growing out and Taylor noticed and offered to re-dye it for him. Turns out she has 0 hair skills (all the genes went to Tyler lol) and Tyler walked in on the both of them in the bathroom. Aiden with patchy bleached hair that looks like its frying itself raw and Taylor with random bleached streaks and botched bangs. Safe to say, neither of them are allowed to use hair products and tools anymore.

— They match together for Halloween because everyone else is a loser who can’t accept their amazing ideas (e.g chicken onesies, angry birds etc.)

#sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #taylor sbg #taylor hernandez #aiden clark #aiden sbg #what the fuck is their name #Tayden #?#anyways underrated duo #headcanons

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lady-ashfade · 2 months ago

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Unpopular class 1A characters and their yandere traits!!

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Characters: Kouji Kouda, Rikidou Satou, Mashirao Ojiro, Yuuga Aoyama, Fumikage Tokoyami, Tooru Hagakure, Mezou Shouji. {Class 1A as a whole yandere group tho}

WARNINGS: Yandere Behaviors, Stalking, Violates, Crazy Behavior, I don’t condone this in real life only fiction, so many spelling errors I’m so sorry.

GENRA: HCS

Rikidou Satou

Equally could be platonic or romantic.

I want him as a yandere so bad. I think he’s perfect, and not just because our quirks would be similar—

He is more of a tame yandere and really just wants to protect you, but respects you so much. So let me explain.

Is the type to wanna baby you, and 100% will when the time is needed but he also loves when you feel confident. So he’s not the type to wanna get your hero license taken away. But doesn’t like you on your own fighting either.

Pocket full or treats for you. Take down a villain? Treat. Get the tests right? Treat. SMILE AT HIM? Treat for you.

He’s not as crazy as his classmates but can be convinced to do anything that is needed.

Satou wants to be noticed by you since he is more in the background, or not in the loud groups that do get your attention. So he tries to be the best at things they aren’t just for you to be around him. Like baking sweets for you anytime you- does guilt trip you and put you on the spot sometimes.

“I know everyone is busy, I just thought you’d be my taste tester- No worries, I’ll just wait until next week.” Stuff like that to get you to feel a bit bad for rejecting him.

Alone, Satou would be a comfortable yandere to deal with but when he’s group up, can be worse. He’s is always going to be the reasonable one.

Doesn’t have a big shrine of you, but does keep a shoebox under his bed with things you have given or lost. He isn’t creepy so nothing is weird in this pile. Literally just takes things you forgot behind in class or in battle.

What would happen if they become dangerous? Or more crazy? Group or alone.

Still big on the chill side.

When the group/or him kidnapped you, he’s going to just be a friend and try to stick up for you when he can.

WILL FIGHT FOR YOU TO GET SOME SUN! He knows it’s important.

If he or the others need to punish you, tries to get you a light punishment. And really easy to sucker into sneaking you snacks, or just giving.

Tho, he will never be the one giving you any type of punishment. Like locking you in your room or anything else.

If he’s alone yandere, he’s taking away the internet and your game console….Which lasts about two days before your begging gets to him.

Kouji Kouda

More platonic yandere but he’s a cutie so, whatever you want boo.

You know how I feel about quite sunshine characters— let me cook.

He is tame- he’s a sweet yandere to have and much like satou….But he does have some tendency that could be really creep.

Stalker this little guy— has birds or other small animals watching your every move. Outside your window at night, walking to class, training.

He’s not dangerous and would never hurt you. Also respects you as a person, wouldn’t take your hero licenses away, likes when you fight beside him. So you have that going for you.

He’s using cute animals to worm his way to your side and in your life more. If you’re the type to not wanna hang out with anyone, oops- how did that bunny get into you room? So he’s using animals to be near you. And it works most of the time. Because he is quite and pleasant to be around so you let him in your room while you pet the animals. I see you guys study or doing homework together and just chilling in your room in silence.

He wants to baby you but is too shy to do anything, please— would explode if he pets your head even once. He is the type to wanna comfort you but doesn’t say much, just kinda lets you cry on his shoulders if you need it.

“Bunny?” Shoves a bunny in your face while tears stream down your cheeks.

Freaks out if you get hurt. He’s screaming when you got a bloody knee from tripping and is running to get a first aid kit and the others. It’s weird, he sees you get punched and kick, and hates it, but freaks out over the little things.

Has, and will cry again if you get a paper cut.

He’s not Alone. I don’t see him really as a yandere to not work in a group, doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be. If he’s alone his tendency are more under the radar and will never act on anything.

Doesn’t have a shrine. Doesn’t really take things from you either. But will place things you give him in a box where they are nice and safe. Also will have a picture of you together on his wall.

What would happen if they become dangerous? Or more crazy? Group or alone.

If he were to ever actually become crazy like the others it would be more dangerous.

He has animals, can control any of them. So, he would have poisonous animals or insects. And will cause harm if he’s corrupted.

Like I said, if he’s with a group he’s okay with them kidnapping you- but alone I don’t think he would.

If he’s all by himself, he’s somehow getting you to move in with him.

Doesn’t like you getting punished and I don’t think would ever actually punish you. IF he had to, I think he limited your animal hours down.

Tooru Hagakure

Crazy cult fangirl yandere. Literally she’s crushing on you and fangirl so hard over you just looking at her. So she’s romantic, or if you want platonic. Wouldn’t force you to have feelings for her but he feelings stay the same. (at least in this fic)

What doesn’t this girl do? Stalks you everywhere, she can’t be seen. Steals your stuff all the time when your not looking.

Does baby you. But also hypes you up to be like a god. Thinks everything you do is better then anyone on earth or the galaxy. You could literally sit down and she’s wonder “How can they be so cute?” PLEASE SOMEONE COME GET HER-

She could be one to take your hero license away or not. Depends on your quirk or her level of craziness.

If you have a quirk that’s not getting much better or she thinks isn’t going to keep you safe in the long run- kiss your freedom goodbye. But if you have a overpowered quirk and are in the top five in class. She’s freaking out.

I don’t think she would hurt you. So you don’t have to worry about her doing things really messes up. Her love is just overwhelming to handle, even platonically.

She’s touching you 24/7. Playing with your hair even if you push her away, taking your hand in hers to lead you somewhere, kissing your cheek when you do well.

Love letter yandere anyone? Leaves letters in your locker or bag every few days. How good you look each day, telling you she wants you to kiss her or protect her, to hold your hand for longer then a few minutes, where she wants to get married—

Honestly, she will do anything you ask her to. Because you asked her, only her— you need her! She will run off to do what you want her too. If she’s annoying you, all you have to do is ask her to go get you a snack and she’s out of your room like the flash to get it.

Takes millions of pictures of you— is the class picture dealer. Like image her in the dead of night, hoodie on, making a trade off of your pictures. “What do you want? I got ones of them sleeping, got one fighting a villain” trades for almost anything. Other pictures they took, things of yours, even cash.

Has a shine for sure! It could be in her locked closet, or a really big box that she pulls out and sets up right before bed and prays to it like a god. Has made a you doll and kisses it before bed.

“Please, let them look at me tomorrow— let them touch me in anyway! I’ll take anything”

Mentioned before she steals so she has your clothes, jewelry if you wear it, even your homework you threw out just to see your handwriting. Pictures too…..I wouldn’t put it passed her to have hair.

If you tell her you like the outfit she has on, wears it and similar things from now on. Maybe she was wearing Minas or the other girls clothes. She will burn her own and replace them immediately of things you like.

What would happen if they become dangerous? Or more crazy? Group or alone.

Doesn’t really get more dangerous because she’s not a “dangerous” yandere. She’s just a stalking/worshipper yandere. Kinda like your own personal cult follower if you will.

Only way she would hurt or kill is with the other girls. And even then it’s a stretch. Unless it’s a female that she or the group doesn’t know, then she would hurt someone.

Wouldn’t kidnap you on her own though, like Kouda she will trick you into living with her. But wouldn’t be mad if the group wanted to kidnap you.

Shocker- wouldn’t punish you and really tries to tell the others not to.

Cult type again, wants to be hurt or have the restrictions that you do just to know what you’re going through- even will let you yell at her to let your frustrations out. She’s there for anything you need!!

Punishment on her own is trying to ignore you for a while, but ends up only lasting five minutes until she’s apologizing with tears.

Fumikage Tokoyami

I think also as equal to romantic or platonic.

Silent watcher type vibes. He stalks a bit, and his behaviors are hidden. Only ones that know about them are his classmates.

Watches you like a hawk- Ha! He really enjoys just watching you from a distance for a while, how you look when it’s quiet and your studying alone. What interests you do alone. And he doesn’t mind watching you hang out with others, he likes to see you smile. (Only with his classmates)

Kinda babies you. He just pushes you out of harms way even if you took down ten villains, “I’ve got you.” So that’s kinda babying. He knows your capable but he just really wants to be your hero. (Hero by skillet) But don’t get him wrong, he finds it cute if you’re powerful and take down villains! Loves the look of justice in your eyes.

Would he take away your hero license? Yes and no. Depends.

Can be easy agreed to it with others and by himself, but if someone makes a good point to keep you in the hero agencies he’s also willing. More Satou a bit when it comes down to it. He just wants you fighting low level villains, nothing high threat and will be there by your side.

When he does get out of the shadows he’s so chill to be around. Just stays by you and does anything you are doing. Studying? He’ll sit with you. Need someone to play a game? He’ll be happy to.

Gets flustered to. Complement this man and he’s hiding in the corner like Tamaki. Pat his shoulder and he’s gone.

He’s kinda just around you, not too chatty but not quite if you want him to be. He really just wants to be someone you want around.

Has a poem journal that he writes in daily and all of them are about you. I wouldn’t be surprised if he and Jiro turn them into songs.

Would never ever hurt you! Who do you think this man is? I feel like he would raise his voice once out of concern once and then beat himself up over it and feel so unworthy of your attention that he wouldn’t speak to you for a month.

Small shrine, like a deity’s. Candle, rocks and other things you might like, about two photos and keeps it hidden in his closet. Lights it and sits at it while reading over his journal, then once again in the morning before going to class.

Dark shadow is kinda different then him and will shoot out of his body to talk to you. It’s so different. Tokoyami is sitting at his desk across the room while dark shadow is talking your ear off. That shadow really loves you and is so annoying, but it’s cute. Is the voice of chaos in Tokoyamis head.

“Steal their jacket, I wanna sleep with it at night.” “I could slap Izuku away from them—” “Did y/n see me while training? Did I look cool?”

Has stolen your jackets mostly, again anything you have left that he can find but isn’t too worried about it. I think the only reason he actually has the jackets is because of darkshadow taking them but likes them to much to give it back.

What would happen if they become dangerous? Or more crazy? Group or alone.

Dangerous? He could be but normally no, unless he snaps or is under the influence of the group.

Darkshadow on the other hand would be at night, seriously really. Have you seen him when he’s not controlled? Imagine as a yandere.

But alone I don’t think so. They both are kinda chill, even might let you live a normal life as they are your guardian. Like buying a apartment near you, watch you grow old as they do too.

Probably wouldn’t kidnap you. And if romantic, will try and make you fall for him so he doesn’t have to kidnap you! It’s so much better if your willing to love him.

Might hurt someone mildly if they are too close, might also kill somebody if they are trying to hurt you.

If kidnapped by the group he’s trying to make you feel better, get you out into the sun would be nice.

Punishment with him is light, will lock you in your room for a week, with limited screen time thats only tv for two hours a day, but of course feeds you everything you need.

But with the group he’s not going along with anything they say. Hates strong punishments they give you, and has had to be knocked out to get him to stop fighting back.

Yuuga Aoyama

I am mostly writing for platonic but imagine what you want!!

Fanboy Cult and worshiper. He’s strange to describe. Thinks the world of you, thinks you are better then everyone else, but “You could use a better wardrobe.” You know? Might see you as a doll of some sort.

Thinks he can “fix” you imperfections that still make you so much better then the rest. Outfits, your hair, makeup if you wear it, how to make yourself a flashy hero. He has pointers for everything!

He really does love you tho. Will get you a red carpet and have you walk it all day long anywhere you go because you deserve it.

If you have a powerful quirk? He’s jumping behind his savior. You wanna protect him, you’re the most precious on the earth. So he pays you back by being your most loyal follower!

Meets with Hagakure to do trades of your stuff he steals because he’s constantly in your room, even if you try and push him out. Like I mean this man has bags full of stuff from over the year of school and everything.

“I got hair brushes, toothbrushes, earphones” the list goes on and on for dealer Aoyama.

Even if not romantic, he’s laying on you while watching a movie, that’s just him- and giving you cheese! If your lactose intolerance, he found a way to give you fake cheese that’s so expensive.

Does baby you so much as try and guide you like a personal assistant. “Straighten your back” or “use more of your leg power” in training or taking pictures, anything you can think of. “Throws” out your clothes and gets you new ones that make you look better. Like I said, you’re a doll and he’ll pull the strings!

Using so much guilt trip on you, you might be color blinded to a red flag. Hangouts, you said you would? Why are you lying, did you forget you promised?.He is trying to get every ounce of attention from you he can, and if it means making you feel a little insecure he will do it.

But is still a follower so he will try and impress you himself, after all you’re his god! Need something expensive, take his money! Eat his food. He doesn’t really care what you need, just call on him and your wish is his command.

What would happen if they become dangerous? Or more crazy? Group or alone.

The exact same if in a group of alone. He’s obsessed over you, and ready to be your follower.

Doesn’t hurt or kill anyone. It’s not his style, might ruin a nail or get blood on his clothes. No he’ll leave that to the others.

Kidnap? Not alone, he’s making you move in with him in a big mansions where you have everything you want. Pays for everything so you can live like a god.

But not against it in a group, still decorates you new home with things you like. He doesn’t care, he’s just going to be with you!

Punishment— Taking away your cards so you can’t shop. For a week, you can’t use his money.

“I’m not cruel,” he whines as he places things he bought for you on the table, “I just said you couldn’t buy anything.” Feels so bad he caved and buys shit for you, only to give you back the cards.

I feel like gift giving and money is his way of showing his love. You need him- you can’t leave him if you need money to survive.

Group punishment: no matter what happens he’s going to buy you shit to make you smile again. Wouldn’t be in the same area if they do something other then locking you in a room.

Mashirao Ojiro

Romantic, but also platonic and wouldn’t force you to like him back.

“Friendly” obsessed protecter yandere. If romantic, he’s the secretly in love with you best friend.

Even if your quirk is more powerful then is, he’ll still stand in the way of danger for you, his darling.

Masks his behaviors well, because he’s just a cool loving best friend. Nothing weird about it. I believe he started out slow, even if he was still obsessed with you. If the class was acting on their tendencies, he pulls back and makes himself look like the most uninterested one there.

So you obviously go for him and befriend him. While the others flock towards you and constantly bicker over you. Ojiro got your back for just being a friend! And he really plays it so well, man manipulated you into thinking he’s normal. 😐

Until he wasn’t, or you were more comfortable now and best friends. He started to touch you more but not as often as the others— and in subtle ways. Like pats on the head, shoulders, then helping you train and pushing your body around. Then comes your head on his shoulders, or his arm around your shoulders. He’s still soft about it and never does it for long.

He doesn’t baby you, but teases you like best friends do. Or helps you when you need to be help. The only time I see him “babying” you is in combat because he doesn’t want you to get hurt. (Boy- you just took down a super villain)

You have access to his tail at anytime of the day, keeps it looking nice just for you and allows you to do anything. Like put bows on it, braid it, you wanna put some semi-permanent dye on it? Go ahead.

Does stalk you sometimes but hardly ever. Or, follows you around. He does have a tracker placed on your phone so he knows exactly where you are.

Hang outs in your room all the time just to play video games and study. He’s always trying to make you laugh.

He does steal. Leaving things in his room? He doesn’t remember you leaving it, maybe check your room! Almost anything you leave in his room is his now, and boy does he gaslight you into thinking your crazy.

Shrine! Shrine! Closet shrine for sure so he doesn’t knock anything over. Pictures, things he stole, flowers, small notes he’s written to you, anything.

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss. Can’t tell his tendencies because he hides them, or makes you feel insane for thinking he’s weird. I means, he’s nothing like the rest of them so maybe you are just paranoid.

“Don’t sweat it, I once thought denki would hide in my room to play with my tail,” he just smiles and shrugs off your accusations. Inside his screaming to not mess this up.

What would happen if they become dangerous? Or more crazy? Group or alone.

Not dangerous alone, not dangerous at all even if he went crazy.

Listen I love this man but he wouldn’t scare me as a yandere. Because he is still sweet and loving, even if he is a little crazy.

But he would beat up people don’t get me wrong, or threaten them anonymously and frighten them so much. Really just threats people to stay away from you. Has giving his fair share of black eyes.

Kidnap? Yeah, I think he would. I feel like this guy would kidnap you if he wanted to. Because you trust him and it’s easy to let you guard down around him, so he slips something in your drink and takes you to your new home!!

So he is okay with the group kidnapping you, and wants to do it in a non traumatic way.

Punishment: might chain you up and lock you in a room, but he’s not cruel. Gives you good meals but no desserts and plays a movie for you every day for entertainment. Only stops when you’re ready to say your sorry for what you did.

Group punishment: doesn’t wanna hear about hard punishment if you get them, so he just visit you when it’s all over or going on. He will try and comfort you like he always did, let you pet his tail and even wants to hold you while you cry!

“I’m sorry pumpkin, but this is all for your own good! Now just cry and eat your dinner.”

Mezou Shouji

Lemme start off by saying this, I don’t write for him a lot- BUT BOY DO I LOVE THIS MAN.

Can be seen as platonic or romantic, kinda going for both.

Protective sneaky watcher yandere. A lot like Tokoyami in so many ways, likes watching from a far. I think he wouldn’t know how to express his feels because he just feels so much and doesn’t wanna scare you off. So when is around you, he’s silent at irst.

Has the main three type of protective behaviors, like pulling up behind him or fighting for you. Doesn’t care if you can snap you fingers and everything is gone. You’re his darling, If you powerful- in his eyes you’re weak and need to be sheltered from the world.

So is all in favor to make you stop being a hero, might even be the type to frame you if it feels necessary. You might be able to convince him to be a sidekick for him or another hero WHO he also follows around. You’re not fighting pro level, help the people who have stolen bicycle or lost their cat in a tree.

Did someone say stealer? HIDE YOUR SHIT! Lost a item? Found your drawer half open and missing a shirt or other things? Shouji breaks into your room, even finds Deku, Shoto, and even bakugo and the girls in there sometimes. Doesn’t care, they snoop together. “This never happened.”

At first he was scared of frightening you, but slowly over time he warmed up to you. So much that you both became friends, or friendly acquaintances. MF would pat your head so much like you’re a pat. From getting a answer right, to eating all the food on your plate, headpat for his darling.

Holds you all the time in his little arm holder thing, like he kept Froppy in, or just wraps all his arms around you. You better hope you can tolerate him because he’s not letting go.

Might baby you a little but not to hard. Mostly pats on the head, candy for being good- wait, let him tie your shoes. Babying without degrading words. (Unlike Bakugo)

Does have shrine- or at least kinda. Just has a pile of your shit and hides it, then at night he smells the clothes and holds them close. No candles or anything. Probably has a photo shrine tho.

What would happen if they become dangerous? Or more crazy? Group or alone.

He’s not that dangerous, leaves violents mostly to the others and takes care of you. But alone he’s not doing much.

Would kidnap you. Alone or with a group. The only one on this list that would probably go with the group to take you away.

Alone, it’s nice because he just wanted to cuddle and protect you. Will chain you if you don’t behave and will keep you like that for life, so just be good! Buys you anything you want too. Food, clothes, games. Might let you out of the house but only in private areas.

Grouped, really just wants to be there for you and with you. So, he just stays near you, or watches you from the security cameras while you sleep.

Punishment alone- chained up like I said but not much more, unless no contact with you other then food. Leaves you alone in your room until you’re saying sorry.

Punishment grouped, same as alone. He’s okay with it unless they wanna hurt you, then he draws the line! No one should hurt his precious darling! Will be there with a comfortable hug no matter what happens!!

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cvnticon · 1 month ago

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L-O-V-E! 𝐛𝐬𝐟!𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬

dividers/ @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: this is my first official fic, so please be kind! leave me some feedback!

contains:: bsf!chris fluff! kissing, a lil angst if you squint and nick being the best triplet ever!

you sat on the edge of the bleachers, watching your best friend, Chris, run across the field, laughing as he kicked the soccer ball toward his brother Matt, who’d just stolen it from him. you could recognize that laugh from miles away—the easy, infectious laugh that somehow made everything seem better, even on your worst days. Chris had always been that way for you, a light in the dark, someone you could rely on. But the truth was, your feelings for Chris had started changing a long time ago. you weren’t sure when exactly it had happened, but you knew now, without a doubt, that you were in love with him.

You two have been best friends since middle school. Chris and his two brothers, Matt and Nick, had moved into your neighborhood one summer, and since then, you have been inseparable. As triplets, the brothers were always grouped together, but each had a unique personality that set them apart. Matt was the driven one, focused and competitive. Nick, always easygoing and warm-hearted, was unapologetically himself, And then there was Chris, somewhere in the middle—a blend of kind, adventurous, and unpredictable. He was your safe place, your best friend, and your secret crush.

you knew it was silly to feel this way; you’d tried to convince yourself of that countless times. Chris had always seen you as a friend, a sister almost, and you were terrified of ruining the bond they had. But it didn’t make your heart hurt any less every time you saw him smile, laugh, or hug you goodbye a little too long. you could feel your heart throb with unspoken words you’d never dare to let out.

One afternoon after practice, Chris jogged over to the bleachers and plopped down beside you, his face flushed from running, strands of his dark hair sticking to his forehead. “You’re coming to the bonfire tonight, right?” he asked, nudging your shoulder.

you shrugged, trying to keep your voice steady. “Yeah, I guess. Are you bringing anyone?”

“Just you,” he replied casually. “You’re my best friend, remember?”

your heart sank a little at that word—best friend. It felt like a constant reminder that friendship was all he wanted. But you mustered a smile, pushing the ache aside, and nodded. “Of course. It’ll be fun.”

Later that night, they gathered on the beach with friends. A fire crackled as laughter and music filled the air. Chris sat beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. you looked over at him, watching the way the firelight danced across his face, casting soft shadows along his cheekbones. He noticed your gaze and raised an eyebrow.

“Something on my face?” he teased.

“No,” you replied quickly, looking away as your cheeks flushed. “Just…thinking.”

“About what?”

you hesitated. “Nothing important.”

Chris studied your face, but before he could press further, Matt and Nick appeared, laughing and jostling each other. Nick plopped down on the sand next to you, tossing an arm around your shoulders.

“Y/N, have you ever thought about dating anyone? Like, seriously?” Nick asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

you laughed, trying to brush off the question. “Well…maybe.”

“Interesting…” Nick said, shooting a look at Chris, who was now very interested in a stick he was poking in the sand. “You know, Chris is single. Just saying,” he added with a wink.

Chris rolled his eyes, chuckling. “Nick, please stop matchmaking.”

your face grew warm. you wished you could tell them how much you’d thought about it, how often you’d pictured being more than just friends with Chris. But instead, you just laughed it off, playing along with Nick’s joke.

A few days later, Chris showed up at your house unexpectedly. He looked uncharacteristically serious, his usual playful smile absent. “Can we talk?”

you felt your stomach twist. “Sure. What’s up?”

They walked down to the park nearby, silent for most of the way. When they reached a quiet spot, Chris finally stopped and turned to you, looking almost nervous.

“Nick told me something the other day. He thinks… he thinks you might have feelings for me,” he said softly, his gaze searching yours.

your heart plummeted. you didn’t know how to answer. you felt like you’d been caught in your most vulnerable moment.

“Chris, I—”

He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to hold yours. “Look, Y/N, I…I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you as my friend. But, if I’m being honest, I think about you all the time. I keep trying to tell myself we’re just friends, but I don’t know if that’s true anymore.”

you felt your heart pounding, your mind spinning. you looked up into his eyes, unable to believe what you were hearing. “Really?”

Chris nodded, his thumb brushing over your hand gently. “I don’t want to mess this up. But I also can’t pretend I don’t have feelings for you anymore.”

Without thinking, you leaned up, closing the gap between them, and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft and tentative, full of emotions you’d kept locked away for so long. When they finally pulled back, Chris looked at you, a soft smile spreading across his face.

“So…what now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. “I guess we see where this goes. Together.”

They stood there, hand in hand, knowing that things between them would never be the same. But for the first time, you felt that maybe, just maybe, everything was exactly as it was meant to be.

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saturnsorbits · 2 months ago

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The Storm: A Saturnari Story

WC: 2.6k,

A/N: A little more lore for last nights post. Thank you to BTP, you asked the question and this was kind of cathartic to put together.

It’s a Friday and we’re at a bar. Usual stuff, y’know. Drinks, the gang, there’s laughter bouncing off the walls, blending with the music and bleeding into our veins. Everything is good… Until it isn’t.

I’m at the bar? Or in the toilet? Kaminari can’t remember, but when Sero is dragged up by an excitable Mina for a dance, it’s only the two of them left alone in the booth. Jirou turns to him with apple red cheeks and rum on her lips and sighs. He tries to convince himself it’s a trick of the light when he catches it, his own lust reflected back at him through the opals of her eyes, but it’s not. The truth is, they just kind of missed each other back in school, back when she never took him seriously and he matured too slowly. The air is thick, the thrum of his heart loud. He can feel it. His being calls for her, reaches out wanting to touch, to taste, to feel: just once.

Just to get her out of his system.

He knows I worry about her. He knows I’ve seen the looks. The thoughts of another life that flicker through his mind, the life where it’s her on his arm and not me.

The alcohol in his veins loosens his tongue, brings impulse to the surface of his skin and dares him to indulge it. Words stick behind his Adam’s apple and bob there, the whispers of ‘I think I could have loved you’ that swim in his mind when she raises her eyebrows at him… An unspoken question: a sin.

It’s Bakugo who gets to him. It always is. The hand he has wrapped around Kaminari’s neck is too tight to be friendly, bordering on crushing and leaves him pinned like a bug. He’s smiling when I return to the booth, they both are. Bakugo shoves his catch towards me, says ‘Take him home’ in the same way he says ‘he careful’ and retreats, watching with predatory eyes as we slip through the crowd and head home.

Kaminari glances over his shoulder, looks for Jirou in the crowd, frowning when he can’t find her. Across the room Bakugo scowls. He slips his hand into Kiri’s and squeezes, remembering just how lucky he is to have a love like he has at home.

Still, despite the intervention, it’s already begun.

Neither of them remember who suggests it, but the details don’t really matter. It’s almost 8:45pm the following Sunday when Kaminari’s knuckles are rattling against her door and she’s opening it with only a old t-shirt hanging from her shoulders.

He calls me on the way to her place. Just once. His hand shakes around his phone, his heart a humming bird that feeds on his own destruction. He whispers, voice cracking down the phone: ‘Just once, I promise. I just…’

He’s crying. I can hear it. Each hollow, hiccuping sob echos in the cavern of my skull, but I keep quiet, let him finish.

‘I need this. I - fuck. I just need to get it out of my system. I -.’ He bites his tongue hard enough to bleed. There’s no way he can explain, expose the rotten center of him that knows this will break you, not when he’s only two minutes from her apartment. So he doesn’t. ‘Fuck. I’m so… I’m so sorry. I just - I know it’s fucked up. It’s fucked. It’s - I just… I love y-.’

The line goes dead after that.

I’m not there when he gets home, but Kirishima is. He returns with a duffel bag and an offer of sanctuary - a place in his and Bakugo’s spare room so I can piece myself back together. The next week is… Odd. There’s the heartbreak, obviously, the rift that opens up within the friend group and a notable, angrier version of Kirishima that shows off an almost Bakugo-level colour in language, but on a whole it’s just the same. The sun still rises, the birds still sing outside of the window, Bakugo still cooks as well as he always has and work is the usual 9-5 drone.

It’s enough, for a while, my new normal… That is until I see her again.

There’s still a bruise on her neck when I see her. It’s small; a faded purple that seems to perfectly match her hair and it turns my stomach knowing that there are probably more that I can’t see; little reminders of him scattered all over her body. She pulls her collar up when she notices me staring and I don’t blame her. I’m not trying to hide it and her discomfort makes something proud and angry squirm in my chest.

We’re in some coffee shop. It’s one I don’t frequent, one I don’t even like - just so I won’t have to spend the next few weeks dragging Bakugo and Kirishima out to re-write the memories of this conversation.

She sips at the edge of a coffee I paid for and bites her cheek. ‘It’s always been you, hasn’t it?’

My eyebrows raise. ‘What?’

‘You know what I mean.’

I assure her that I absolutely fucking do not.

‘He only thinks he wants me. It’s not… I don’t think he’s ever really…’ She swallows, hiccups a sob and burns his tongue. ‘He doesn’t love me, he never has. I - fuck…’ She rubs her eyes. ‘I used to wish I was you, y’know. When you first got together and he changed, stopped doing all that gear, being so… So.’

‘He got better, Jirou - You can’t begrudge him that.’

‘No… No, but it was all for you.’

You snort. ‘Obviously not.’

We sit in silence for a while after that. I look out of the window, watch couples pass by and try not to vomit. ‘He told me, y’know.’

Jirou’s head snaps up from the table, a small furrow between her eyebrows.

I smile, shake my head, blow air out of my nose like that will stop the tears. It doesn’t. ‘He rang me before he went over, told me he had to get you out of his system. That he needed it. He needed you.’

She’s floundering as it dawns on her, but the moment my words slot together in her head, her eyes blow wide. ‘He told you?’

I nod.

‘So I was just… He was…’ She can’t spit it out because that will make it true, so she locks it behind her teeth instead.

‘He fucked both of us over.’ I offer.

She counters. ‘I fucked you over too.’

I smile, look at the table. I’m already too tired to get into the semantic and with every passing second I’m running out of steam. ‘Yeah.’ My phone buzzes on the table - a text from Bakugo lighting up the screen when I flip it over to check.

Katsuki: ‘Want me to come get you?’

I text back a quick ‘Yes, please’ knowing that he’s probably half-way here anyway and down the rest of my drink with two clean gulps. ‘For what it's worth i think he loves you… In his own way. You and him, it’s… It’s unfinished.’

Jirou smiles, catches herself and squashes it. ‘He loves you more.’

‘It’s not a competition. ‘I snap. ‘Have you spoken to him?’

She shakes her head. ‘He, he won’t.’ Tears spill over her cheeks, tiny diamonds that shatter when they hit her fingers. ‘And Kiri, Kiri told me it’s probably best if…’

‘I’m not going to stop you talking to him.’ The words shake when they come out of my mouth, but it’s stronger than I could have hoped. ‘I mean it. I won’t. I can’t.’

She’s about to say something more when Bakugo walks in, but it falls dead on her tongue at the sight of him. He buys a coffee to go and waits as I awkwardly trade goodbye’s with Jirou and we leave.

Seeing him again is… Something.

Kaminari looks like he hasn’t slept. Fuck. It looks like he hasn’t eaten or showered either, but the first thing he does is offer me a cup of tea. The kitchen is bare, like he hasn’t been shopping since I’ve been gone, but the box of tea he pulls out is new. It’s my favourite brand, the one he thinks tastes like dirt.

We drift back into the living room and sit on the couch in an uneasy silence. My cup is half empty before he breaks it.

‘I’m… Fuck, I’m so.’

I swallow my mouthful and cut him off before he can apologize. ‘I spoke to Jirou.’

His eyes blow wide, a trapped fox with no escape.

But this time, there are no dogs to run from. Just me, a sheep in wolf’s clothing. ‘She’s been texting you.’

‘I - I haven’t responded, I -.’

‘I know.’ I take a breath.

This moment right here has plagued me for two weeks. It’s kept me awake. It’s burrowed so deeply inside of me that I’ve spent every waking moment picturing all the different ways this could go…

I’ve imagined screaming at him, calling him out and cursing him - tearing him to shreds and making him bleed in a poor attempt to pay him back for the hole he’s created in my chest.

I’ve imagined ghosting him, moving on and pretending he doesn’t exist; leaving me to limp alone into a future where another happy ending may never find me.

I’ve imagined taking him back.

Imagined him doing it again.

I’ve imagined him leaving me for her, properly this time - a forever conclusion to this transgression.

I’ve imagined all of it, played it out on the back of my eyelids in the early hours.

Still… What I hadn’t equated for is the heat that bubbles under my skin when I see him. It’s painful. The force of the emotion crushes my lungs and pins down my tongue. It cages me, refuses to let me go even as I fight it; even as I beg it to and eventually… Eventually, I’m forced to admit it.

‘I still love you... But, I need time.’ There’s tears in my tea. I can see them. They dive from the tip of my chin and splash, sorrow filled raindrops that salt the brew.

‘I - I can give you time. As much as you need, anything. I’ll give you anything, even…’ He swallows, chokes. ‘Even if you need me to go away.’

‘Do you want to?’

‘No.’

‘Okay.’

‘I understand… If, if you don’t want to see me again, I -.’

I bite the inside of my cheek. ‘I said okay, Denki.’

I want to tell him that I need to find myself again. That I need to piece back together the parts of me that ask ‘why her?’ and ‘why wasn’t I enough?’ when I lie awake at night, but I don’t… Those are my burdens to bare now. Instead, I tell him to get some sleep, to eat for gods sake and take a damn shower.

‘Can I see you again?’

‘Not for a while.’

The light dulls in his eyes, but he nods. ‘I…’ Coughing the film from his voice, he offers a smile. ‘I’ve signed back onto the programme, Aizawa’s paired me up with another sponsor. Just a precaution, y’know, the self destruction is obviously back - don’t want the rest of it coming back too.’

‘I’m glad.’

‘And you’ll call?’ He’s hopeful, a little boy who’s been promised a puppy for Christmas if he’s good. ‘When… If… If you’re ready. I’ll wait. I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll… I’ll always wait for you.’

I reach out and touch his cheek, fall back into him easily, just like I did for the first time all those years ago. I press a singular, soft kiss to his lips before I leave.

‘I love you.’ He whispers it, stuffing a million more words into it as he breathes them on my skin.

I don’t say it back.

As soon as the air outside hits me I all, but collapse into Bakugo. He’s solid and warm as I press my cheek against his chest, my fists balled in the flimsy material of his windbreaker as the material of the t-shirt underneath darkens with tears. I’m numb, stranded in an endless desert of heart shards…

‘I didn’t want to feel like this again…’ A sob wrecks my chest as the well deepens, opening up to swallow me whole. It all comes flooding back. Heartbreart nestles back into my ribcage and burrows there, promising to make me it’s home. I choke on a sob. ‘I don’t want - I can’t. I can’t do this again.’

Bakugo feels it too. The prickle of my heartbreak infests him. It’s been a while since he last saw me like this, but it’s still far too soon for his liking.

I was supposed to be happy.

It makes him sick to the stomach, but it’s the memories that really do a number on him. It’s hard to forget the last time he’d seen me reduced to a shadow, struggling against the tide of numbness that threatens to engulf me. He remembers it all too well. He remembers because he was the cause of it. ‘I know.’ He coos, consoles himself with the thought that at least this time he can be here - this time he can help. Kissing my crown, he holds me like he’s keeping me together, because he is. ‘I know sweetheart, I know.’

A month down and it’s Friday again. We’re at a bar. Usual stuff, y’know. Drinks, the gang, minus a few, there’s laughter bouncing off the walls, blending with the music and bleeding into our veins. Everything isn’t good… But, it’s better.

I’m in a booth with Sero chattering about the latest hero numbers when he huffs out a laugh and leans in close. His pupils have blown, the brown of his iris vanquished. He’s more drunk than usual, but he’s just stopped seeing the latest in a long string off on/off again partners, so it’s to be expected. None of us chastise him for it.

Still, he’s grinning and frowning all at once when he mumbles into my ear: ‘Wanna know a secret?’

‘Sure.’

‘Me and Denks used to fool around y’know… Way back, like college, way back.’ He swallows, then snarls and clenches his jaw: hard. ‘Thought it was going somewhere until I walked in on him and someone else… Said he didn’t think we where serious, but he fucking knew.’ He hiccups. ‘He knew I liked him.’

I wait, letting the alcohol slow the shock.

‘He’s got no fucking impulse control, and that was before… Before all that. It was nice to see it bite him in the ass.’

‘I didn’t…’ I frown, wrapping a hand around Sero’s wrist. ‘I didn’t know.’

He shrugs, signature grin back in place as he sips from his beer. ‘Doesn’t matter now. He fucked it with the best thing that ever happened to him, that’s enough karma for a lifetime.’

‘I -.’ It’s a lot of information to take in, but before I can catastrophize and think too deeply about Kaminari’s apparent pattern of behaviour, Sero is downing his drink and yanking on my hand. He flashes a sad, tired smile and I can see my own heartbreak reflected in his eyes.

He flexes his palm. ‘Fuck him. Dance with me.’

#saturnscribbles #saturnships #saturnari #IDK where to go from here...

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aylacavebear · 6 months ago

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Soulmates? Yeah, right, pft. - Ch. 2

When you turn sixteen, and your soulmate's name doesn’t appear anywhere on your body that you can find, you figure you had to be the only person on the planet who didn’t have one. Most of the town shuns you, so you stick close to family. Your Aunt Ellen raised you after your parents died in a car crash when you were two, but what happens when the Winchesters return to town and buried secrets begin to come to light?

Pairing: Mechanic Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You

Word Count: 2564

Warnings: Angst, Past Trauma, Alcohol.

A/N: This is my non-Supernatural fic I'm attempting. Please let me know what you think, as I always love hearing from my readers. Not sure when this one will be up and available to read yet. Just getting the chapter list started for it.

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I’ll just make an appearance and sneak out the back if I have to.

A half-hour later, you’d finally convinced yourself to get out of your car and head toward the door. The parking lot was packed now that it was just after seven—most of the vehicles you recognized. Living in a small town and being a mechanic, that sort of thing tended to happen. Thanks to Bobby, you had worked on most of them, even if the owners had no clue.

The moment you opened the bar door, the sound of the jukebox and the patrons was almost deafening. The smell of alcohol was strong and inviting. The room mirrored the parking lot, full. People were playing pool, dancing to the music, leaning against the walls, and chatting while the bar and tables were full.

It was the group near the back that caught your attention. Several tables had been pushed together so they could sit near each other. You recognized most of them from around town, the garage, and the bar. That was when Ash found you, before you’d made it halfway to the group.

“So, when do I get that date? I brought whiskey,” he asked, smirking as he held up a full bottle of your favorite whiskey.

“Ash, I don’t date, you know that. Plus, you’re like a brother to me, but thanks for the whiskey,” you chuckled, grabbing it quickly out of his hand.

“You here for that?” he asked, using his thumb, motioning to the group near the back.

“Yeah. Got invited by John and sort of felt obligated to show up at least. I figured I could sneak out the back later on,” you replied, glancing from the group back to Ash.

“None of em’ are bad people, Y/N. You need more friends,” Ash told you, giving you that sweet smile that only he could when he was worried about you.

You sighed and took a drink of whiskey, wincing a little at the burn it left behind, “They’ll find out about me, and they’ll be like everyone else. I’m not getting my hopes up again, Ash. I just… can’t.”

He gave you one of his famous hugs with his arms over your shoulders, “Just, you don’t got to be such a loner,” he told you, kissed the top of your head, and then headed to the back again.

Damnit Ash. You’ll see. They’ll hate me just like everyone else does.

The idea that believing anyone outside the small group, that was your family or extended family, could remotely even like you as a friend was foreign. It had been why you worked the shifts you had chosen to work, to avoid those people.

You put on that fake smile again as you walked over toward the group, reminding yourself you just had to make an appearance, have a couple drinks, then slip out the back when no one was looking.

“There she is,” Ellen smiled, standing to hug you, as did Bobby, Jodi, and Donna. “I said I’d show up,” you chuckled after they all hugged you.

There was a bit of shuffling of seats, but they made one for you between Ellen and Bobby, but across from Dean. You managed to keep that fake smile on, no matter how uncomfortable you felt sitting there with all those people, mostly the ones you tended to avoid, though.

“Bobby told me about your promotion. Congrats,” Ellen told you with a smile that went from ear to ear.

Of course, he told her.

“Still not sure how I feel about it, though. I just want to work on cars more than anything,” you replied, a bit shyly, keeping your attention more on Ellen.

You set the bottle of whiskey on the table and missed Dean raising an eyebrow as you did. “You’ll do fine, Sweetie,” Ellen told you, brushing a few strands behind your ear in her mom-like way she did.

Before you could say another word, though, John stood, getting everyone’s attention. When you turned to look at him, your gaze stopped on Dean, whose green eyes were locked on you. You just blinked at him blankly, not really sure why he’d be staring at someone like you.

John gave a speech about Sam getting a full ride and his SAT scores. Everyone cheered, then toasted. You grabbed your whiskey bottle instead of the beer that was there for you. Dean watched you, but you still couldn’t figure out why. He was handsome, sure, but he had a soulmate and would one day find her. So, you paid him no mind other than the fact that he was your boss’s son.

There was a lot of chatter and conversation going on at the tables between the more than ten people who were there. You kept up with it, though, and even piped in when someone asked you something, even if it was rare. They were catching up on things since they’d been away. You made sure not to drink too much, only having four shots of the whiskey and staying clear of the Amber Bock that had been sitting in front of you.

Then, almost an hour later, you excused yourself to the bathroom, giving everyone that fake smile before heading in that direction. Halfway across the bar, though, you glanced over your shoulder. Seeing that no one was watching you, or so you thought, you ducked into the back, where Ash was cooking. He just looked over at you, nodded, and returned to cooking as you slipped out the back door.

You leaned against the wall for a moment, letting out a sigh of relief at the aloneness of being outside and away from it all. It was far more overwhelming than you had anticipated. There was a mild chill in the air, but it felt nice, cooling not only your lungs, but also your body.

After a few moments of calming down, you headed around to where you had parked, looking more at the ground as you fiddled with your keyring, unclipping it from your belt loop. You practically screamed, though, when you saw him leaning against your driver’s side door.

“Sneaking out?” Dean asked you with a smirk.

You frowned, then sighed through your nose, “I can only people for so long, okay? It’s just too crowded in there. I’m sorry I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving. I didn’t want to deal with it.” It almost surprised you how easy it was to be honest with him, even though you didn’t even know him. Typically, you’d have devised an excuse, like being tired and needing sleep for work the following day.

He raised an eyebrow, “Then, why’d you say you’d come?” he asked curiously.

You looked down at the ground, nudging a rock with the toe of your shoe, “I kinda felt obligated,” you mumbled, “John being my boss an all.”

When he laughed, you weren’t sure if it pissed you off or hurt you, but you didn’t look up at him, even when he did start talking. “If you really didn’t want to come, you could have just said that. My dad’s pretty understanding. He and Bobby talk a lot. Bobby was surprised you even agreed.”

At first, you weren’t quite sure what to say, but finally looked up at him, feeling guilty for not being honest with John, or Bobby. “I’m not used to people caring what I want or don’t want, and I don’t know John at all. I’ll apologize when I see him again.”

“What do you mean, people not caring what you want or not?” Dean asked, furrowing his brow in slight annoyance or aggravation; you weren’t quite sure.

“I guess you don’t know then. I figured Benny would have said something. I never got my soulmate’s name, when I turned sixteen. I’m sort of treated like the plague around here, except for a few people who are pretty much family,” you replied, then sighed, still trying to figure out why it was so easy to be so honest with this stranger.”How come your soulmate isn’t with you?” you asked, somewhat curiously.

“Let’s just say, it’s complicated,” he answered, shifting slightly, leaning against your car. “My brother was telling me about that, your soulmate thing. He said it was fairly rare, but you aren’t the only one. The authorities don’t want the general public to know, so they keep all the information on lockdown.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage, and you looked back down at the ground, debating what you wanted to ask him for a few moments. “How come you’re talking to me, though? People will treat you badly, if you’re seen with me too much.”

That’s when the bar's door opened, causing both of you to look over at the commotion. You had to stifle your laughter, watching Benny, Ash, and Cas haul some drunk out and then toss him into the parking lot. Ellen was then standing directly in front of him.

“And if I ever catch you in my bar again, I’ll have Jodi arrest your disrespectful ass. No one talks about my niece like that and gets away with it, especially in my bar,” Ellen threatened the man.

“She’s protective of you, huh?” Dean asked from behind you.

“Yeah. She raised me since I was two. Jo and I grew up together. They’re the only blood family I have left,” you answered quietly.

Dean decided to change the topic, and attempt to answer your question from before the commotion. “Well, the reason I’m talking to you is, well, uh, kinda funny,” he began, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

You turned around, looking up at him and tilting your head a bit, curiously and confused. It didn’t seem to help his nerves, now that your attention was on him, and he averted his eyes.

“It would seem that while we were both growing up, we didn’t ever run into each other. I worked in Bobby’s garage in the mornings with the guys and hung out here in the evenings. You were just the opposite. Then there was school. I saw you around, but you always seemed to disappear quickly,” he replied, quite nervously, which you couldn’t really understand.

That at least explains the earlier conversation in the garage. But what does he not want me to find out about? I shouldn’t ask; that would be rude.

“How come you seem so nervous around me?” you asked, then quickly apologized. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It’s just, people avoid me. I just don’t understand why you aren’t avoiding me, too.”

You sighed, then went and leaned on the driver’s side door of your car since he had moved, thanks to the commotion earlier. You were trying to sift back through your childhood memories to see if you could remember meeting the Winchesters.

Dean was again silent for a moment, watching you, which you did notice this time, even if you weren’t looking directly at him. “You were like a mystery back then. And, uh, you still kinda are. That’s the answer to both your questions,” he answered, softer than you had thought he would be.

You shrugged, though, “I’m pretty normal, except for the no soulmate name thing.”

When he chuckled, you looked up at him, narrowing your eyes in a partial glare, “Sweetheart, you are far from normal. Not every day a hot chick is a badass mechanic and has a badass car to boot.”

For the first time in a long time, you blushed. He was the first guy to call you ‘hot’ and badass, ever. Ash had called you hot, but you just shrugged him off, figuring he was just being, well, Ash. Dean, though, was a complete stranger, who had a soulmate.

You bit your bottom lip nervously, debating asking yet another personal question. “If you have a soulmate, why would you say those things about me?”

He sighed and leaned on your car next to you, but he kept some space between the two of you as he looked down at the ground. You debated retracting your question when he finally spoke up, “I’m not supposed to talk about it, since the courts got involved. If you can keep it quiet, I don’t mind telling you,” he explained quietly.

“I won’t tell anyone. No one talks to me anyway,” you answered, now looking over at him, utterly curious.

“I do have a soulmate. I’m not with her, though. A woman, she had my name on her, but I didn’t feel that connection with her, and her name wasn’t the one on me. It ended up being just a regular tattoo, but it was done professionally. It’s a legal battle now and part of what my brother and Dad have been trying to help me with. It’s also why I came back here,” he explained, and he looked sad to you.

“I promise I’ll keep it to myself. I’m sorry someone put you through something like that, and I hope you can find your true soulmate one day,” you offered softly.

Your mind was working overtime with what he’d told you. Why would anyone do something like that? To what point and purpose? What would faking a soulmate mark accomplish? Why Dean Winchester? Too many questions and no answers, none that you could seek anyway.

“Thanks, Y/N, I appreciate that. I’m sure I’ll find her, one day,” he said with that soft smile again.

There was almost a far-off, dreamy sort of look in his eyes, but you weren’t going to ask him what his thoughts were on. “So, umm… I was gonna head home for the night, but…” you trailed off, unsure how to ask him to move so you could at least get in your car without sounding rude.

“Oh, right,” he replied, pushing himself away from your car. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow at work then. Don’t be too tough on me. It’s been a little while since I’ve worked in the garage.”

“Yeah, thanks. I won’t. I’m really not like everyone says I am,” you replied, this time, giving him a friendly, soft smile before unlocking your door.

“I knew that the moment I met you, Sweetheart,” he smirked, closing your car door after you slipped inside.

All you could do was smile and shake your head slightly in amusement at his response. “See you tomorrow, Dean,” you told him before starting your car and heading home, your mind racing.

Something’s clearly going on with the Winchesters. Benny knows something. I’m gonna guess that the other three guys know it as well, since none of them seemed surprised by Benny’s statement at the garage. Plus, they didn’t push for what it was.

Then there’s whatever is going on with John and Bobby. Aunt Ellen has to be involved. Which would mean that Jodi knows, too, whatever it is. And what did Bobby even mean about Dean not trying anything with me? Dean said he had a soulmate, so why would he even bring that kind of thing up?Then there was that joking sort of undertone, like he hadn’t really meant it. John had it too, regarding Dean. What the hell is going on, and why do I feel like I’m the only one that has no clue?

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pinecipitation · 6 months ago

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hii!! love your work sm! may i request a black cat type!gn!reader or a reader who's super badass (?) headcanons for pim and charlie pretty please :D

SMILING FRIENDS X GN!READER

FIRST OF ALL HI!!! HIII THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY STUFF!! and of course you can, new friend!! here’s me hoping and manifesting I did your ask justice (and if I didn’t don’t tell me)

word count: 500+

content warning: none so far!!

PIM: feels safe around you

- y’all know that gif of bowser and kirby walking hand in hand? that’s you two

- would definitely try to get into your interests despite how out of place he seems

- honestly feels extremely protected around you, can be as carefree and optimistic as he usually is knowing you have his back if anything happens

- as different as you two dress and look and as confident as he is in himself, he did have his moments where he’s worried he doesn’t match you enough or isn’t what you want back before you two got together

- had a phase where he tried to wear more black, more leather, wore your accessories and chains and such

- overall it took you comforting him and saying that he was more than enough for him to go back to his usual nature

- will love keeping your hobbies and interests around the house, whether or not it matches his own furniture or displayed interests

- to double on feeling safe around you, he’s very heavy on cuddling and holding onto you whenever he can

- honestly loves the looks the two of you get when walking around hand in hand, puffs out his chest in an almost “yeah they want me” sort of way

- loves the way you show him off too, knowing no one’s ever gonna mess with him knowing he’s got someone like you behind him

- feels a sort of success whenever he gets you to smile or feel shy when he kisses you in public

CHARLIE: feels pride to be with you

- the raven and beast boy duo, I fear

- more like raven and shaggy but we understand what I mean

- absolutely loves to show you off, less of a hand holder more of a hand-on-the-waist

- will attend all of your bike meets, always making sure to lean back and point you out in a crowd even if he stands out like a sore thumb

- he doesn’t change his appearance or wardrobe once he starts getting with you, but you can see the subtle changes of him adapting via phone wallpaper and music taste

- is sure to stick right next to you in any public situation; pool party, regular meet with friends, group dinner, etc

- often does end up doing damage control, as a big and semi intimidating guy himself he does end up pulling you out of several fights or disputes

- will always have your back of course, he knows you could probably beat HIM up if things go south

- this man loves you, he literally cannot get enough of being around you always

- despite his mixed feelings for never dressing up for halloween in fear of being offensive, you’re just such a big fan that he somehow lets himself get convinced to dress up

- chucky and tiffany, lydia and beetlejuice, icp, he does it with all with you

- he’s not arguing with you ever, whatever you say beautiful

#pine smiles ⍋#smiling friends #smiling friends x reader #alan smiling friends #smiling friends charlie #smiling friends pim #pride month #lgbt pride #pim x reader #charlie x reader #charlie dompler #pim pimling #smiling friends glep

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chvnnie · 2 years ago

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dad minho pls smth short :)

only for you >:(

me, not even five minutes ago: my weakness in my asks are dad skz

anny, sitting across the couch from me: hehehehe

Minho is sitting on the floor, back against the couch. Feet flat, knees up and pressed together. The baby covers the expanse of his thighs; beanie clad head resting on his knees while her legs scrunch, feet pressing on his stomach.

So tiny. So perfect. Only a few days together, and he’s convinced nothing in this world will ever compare to her. Pieced together, made of star and beams of bright light. Sleeping on his leg, making teeny noises as her eyes twitch.

“What are you dreaming about?” His voice is lighter than air, hands cupping her tiny head. His thumb traces the edge of the beanie, her name lovingly stitched onto the deep purple fabric.

She has his nose. That was the first thing he noticed when the doctor laid her on your chest, face scrunched as cried for the first time. It may have been too soon to tell, maybe his ego is big—

“Min.” Your eyes are watery when you beam up at your husband, cradling your newborn to your bare chest. “She’s your twin.”

It’s like every good part of him was taken into consideration during her creation. Minho can’t seem to fathom it; how could he have helped bring life to the brightest star in the universe?

She starts to stretch, little arms curling up towards her shoulders. Small smacks of her lips, head rolling to the other side.

“Is nap time over?”

A little scrunch of her nose. Protest. Minho chuckles, learning down to kiss her soft forehead.

How has he only known her for five days, yet it feels like a lifetime?

The soft sound of your footsteps echos through the quiet house. “Is she still snoozing?”

Minho hums. His head moves like he’s going to look at you, but fuck, how could he ever stop staring at her? Awe isn’t a good enough word. Is he even worthy of being her father?

You sit down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. The bright light in the center of the room covering you, pulling you in as it did him. Your pointer fingers gently rubs the back of her hand until it opens, tiny fist wrapping around her mother’s finger.

“How are you feeling?” Minho asks, tearing himself away from hypnosis long enough to kiss the top of your head.

“Achy. Thanks for letting me take a bath—“

“Oh, stop.” He clicks his tongue, though there’s no malicious. “Silly things like that don’t deserve thanks. You are allowed time to yourself, love.”

When you smile, he sees her. Lips curling in a similar fashion, cheeks rounding out. While she only got the absolute perfect parts of him, she got everything of you.

The sun who taught the star how to shine.

“How did we get so lucky?”

Minho has never stopped asking himself that.

The knock on the door is light, yet it still startles the baby. Barely making a fuss, her eyes start to blink open. Unhappy about her nap being cut so short.

But that bitterness is short lived. The second Minho hands her to you, she lights up again. Happy little coos as Mama snuggles her close. Papa walks up to the door, not even having to check to know who’s out there.

“Let me see the baby.” Is all Seungmin says before he pushes his way into the house, making a beeline to the sink to wash his hands.

“Nah, it’s cool, she wasn’t sleeping or anything.”

“I won’t wait another day!”

The puppy’s hands are clean, practically bouncing over to where you’re sitting on the ground. Leaving the entire group he left with behind at the front door. With a roll of his eyes, Minho turns to his friends, greeting all of them with hugs. Changbin brought a giant box of diapers — “My wife wouldn’t let me leave the house without them.” He says before dropping the heavy box by the door. “It should last you a good…ten years.” — while Felix brought baked goods. Jisung’s baby is strapped to his chest, her hair sticking up in every direction (“You know I can’t leave the house without her.”). Finally, he greets Chan.

“How are you feeling?” His older friend asks as he hugs him.

“I’m good.” Minho claps his back, breaking from the hold. He takes a step back to let him inside before shutting the door. “Still doesn’t feel…real.”

Chan smiles at him. “It won’t for a while.” Following his gaze, the new father’s breath is taken away at the sight. Starlight, smiling up at the planets huddled around her. Bouncing in the arms of the sun. “And honestly, that’s the best part.”

The entire universe on earth. Just for Minho.

#skz fluff #stray kids fluff #lee know fluff #lee minho fluff #minho fluff #dad!skz #skz drabbles #skz dads chvnnie #chvnnie soft thoughts #chvnnie moots

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rikiws · 7 months ago

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SINGLE SERVING FRIEND. ꩜

▸ hyung-line x gn!reader ┆ meet cutes [fluff]

꩜ The one time when you met someone amazing- arguably your twin flame- until you part ways, never to meet again. Well... mostly.

warnings: n/a (i think)

ps: jakes one lowk hit so hard, my no 1 delusion whenever I go to some random comp I never wanted to sign up to... also my first time doing headcanons like this, please lmk what you think 🙏

. . .under the cut! ⊹

𖥔 Lee Heeseung : a holiday getaway

clinking glasses, loud blaring music, and the feeling of the warm, humid air brushing through your hair: just what you needed to get some well deserved rest

especially with your friends, who seemed to have all disappeared into thin air, considering that you were now huddled around a fire on the beach with a group of unfamiliar faces

what you most definitely didn’t need however, was to see a rather irritated crab scuttling through the sand- it's antennae-d eyes glowering at you, pincers snapping ominously

then the crab started to scamper towards your feet and the SCREAM you let out

good to know that the guy next to you was just as terrified, seeing that he was about to break your shoulders from gripping them too hard

you could hold your dignity for a little longer

....until the crab decided to test your courage again, and the first thing you did was sonic far away from that little thing

guess who followed? your now holiday buddy- who's also super cute

10/10 wingman-ing, crab

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

"I'm starting to feel bad now."

"It's not our problem anymore, survival of the fittest- or something."

As similar screams sounded from the distant flicker of light of the campfire you had left behind, the two of you couldn't help but laugh. Heeseung was the first to speak up, a melodic voice to match his attractive appearance, which you could now admire in its fullest without having to worry about a tiny crab trying to pinch your toes.

"What about we stick together for the rest of our trips, for the crabs- obviously."

"Will you help me fight them off?"

Heeseung grinned at your question.

"I couldn't say no to you."

𖥔 Park Jongseong : a tiresome visit to the police office

as if your day couldn't be any more unbearable, you get "caught" speeding

"caught" as in the car before you was speeding, but the automatic camera only took a photo of the number plate of your, very sensibly paced, car instead

so here you were, standing in a dingy office, aeons of crime-dust spilling into lungs while you tried to convince the half-asleep police officer that it wasn't you who was speeding

"you too?" some MAJESTIC looking man was seated right behind you, his face somehow displaying all five stages of grief at the same time...poor guy though, getting his car towed over nothing

at least he could keep you company, especially while you both bonded over your terrible luck

it looked like the police got the hint, since they ushered the both of you out without any apology

indoor road rage is real everyone

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

Your hand was gently moved away from the direction of the police station by someone else's, middle finger propped up just so you could give those wretched old men a piece of your mind,

"o...kay lets not do that now."

The other hand belonged to Jongseong, who offered you a kind smile to try and calm you down as he was...except for the very obvious eye twitch once he heard the double-doors slam shut in the distance. You returned his kindness with a small pat on his shoulder while Jongseong only sighed out a fraction of his frustrations away.

"I hate this city."

"Tell me about it."

"All this arguing got me a little hungry, though."

You chuckled at his fruitless attempt at lightening the mood, though your grumbling stomach had different plans. Jongseong playfully raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, how about we go get some food together?"

"You have a deal, I'll drive then."

"You won't speed, will you?"

"No promises."

𖥔 Sim Jaeyun : a not-so-boring science competition

sure, you were good at it- sure, you liked it, but definitely not enough to do a whole competition for physics

squeezed between your teammates on a table much too small for a 3 member team, hearing out all the different answers your peers hurled at you at the same time, not to mention the fact that you had to correct them yourself as well, only then could you press your clicker to select the correct option

you kept a mental note to drop out of the team after this competition, secretly of course, since your teammates would start a riot if they found out

at least you could tell that cute guy from some other school about it after all of the academic events while your teammates abandoned you for a bit of socialising

sim jaeyun, bored out of his mind, and very much exasperated over his own teams antics, just as you were

the two of you decided to stick together for the rest of the programs: giggling at the jokes the hosts would make as they bought time to mark all of your mark sheets, making stupid jokes about the kids who participated in the impromtu talent show right after, complaining over the mediocre lunch you were provided with

you both made sure to stay right by each other during the award ceremony as well, with both of your teams neck-and-neck with the awards you had gotten

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

"And finally, its time for the individual quiz results.."

the host fumbled with the laptop opened in front of him. Jaeyun looked at you with a competitive glint in his eye; one which you immediately returned yourself. Though you had won 1st place for his segment 3 times in a row already, ever since you joined the academic team.

Yet, your confidence wavered when you heard your name.."second place" Jaeyun gave you an overenthusiastic pat on the back as you stood up, your eyebrows furrowed and wondering who in the world had beat you.

Only you meet Jaeyun's eye as went up to the stage right after you, a quick raise of a brow as he nonchalantly took his place in the centre, just next to you. He posed awkwardly for photos, you following in tow. You felt him lean towards you, whispering from the corner of his mouth

"You still thinking about quitting after this?"

"Not until I get my trophy back, Sim."

You broke into a smile, and Jaeyun seemed to have been caught in the crossfire, seeing that he harboured an even giddier smile after seeing yours.

𖥔 Park Sunghoon : an energetic concert-show

you lost your friend in a crowded concert, the nightmare.

searching through the jumping crowd, bass-boosted music blaring in your ears as you passed by, you made your way through the swarm of bodies, only to feel an arm grab onto yours

turning your head, you face arguably the most gorgeous man you have seen in your life, far better than the band guy you had bought tickets to fawn over tonight

the boy quickly ripped his hand away from yours with a frantic apology, explaining that he had lost his buddy as well

poor guy was about to trip and your arm was the first thing he managed to grab onto to keep his trip

Sunghoon, as he introduced himself, agreed to stick with you for the remainder of the concert until the two of you could venture out of the crowd to search for your friends

though you ended up leaving the crowd much earlier than you anticipated, just to catch some fresh air after inhaling the stench of random sweaty people and nearly losing your eardrums

.𖥔 ݁ ˖

"You've gotta be kidding me."

"I think they hooked up with each other.."

You and Sunghoon stared at your phones, slack-jawed at the messages the both of you had received. Your friend had stumbled upon Sunghoon's mate, and now they were off to the dude's house to do- you didn't even want to know. You were left to drive on your own, while poor Sunghoon was left without a ride at all.

"It's just you and me then."

"Yeah."

"You want me to drop you off?"

You heard the deafening drums of the concert the two of you had left behind, exasperated at your friends' rash actions. What if the guy was some serial killer, and not just a random college kid's good friend? You were shaken out of your thoughts by Sunghoon grabbing hold on your hand, steering the both of you closer towards the crowd once more.

"Finish the concert at least- with me."

You gave in, obviously.

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notesbutnotfromunderground · 1 year ago

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Aziraphale and Crowley wouldn't have ended up together even if the Metatron hadn't shown up.

I couldn't find the words in the bookshop, but let me say them now. Do it again, Crowley.

If my memory serves me right, the original concept for the characters Crowley and Aziraphale was that Aziraphale didn't exist and Crowley was Crawleigh. [Referenced from a Reddit reading I did a few months back.]

Then, somewhere down the line, there were Crowley and Aziraphale, the Demon who sauntered vaguely downwards and the goody-good Angel giving in to carnal desires.

So when Metatron said, "As Supreme Archangel ... to restore your friend, Crowley, to full angelic status," Aziraphale was happy, elated, and delighted. Them, working together in heaven. And if Metatron hadn't offered that cherry on top, Aziraphale wouldn't have gone back or even wanted to return with him to Heaven. But Metatron knew the right words to say to push Aziraphale.

But Aziraphale's joy at the thought of them finally being together was shattered at the bookshop, his bookshop, their bookshop.

And he told Crowley, "I could appoint you to be an angel. You could come back to Heaven and everything, like the old times. Only even nicer."

To which Crowley replied, "And you told him just where he can stick it then?"

"Not at all."

"Oh, we're better than that. You're better than that, angel! You don't need them. I certainly don't need them! Look, they asked me back to Hell, I said no. I'm not rejoining their team. Neither should you."

"But— Well, obviously. You said no to Hell. You're the bad guys. But Heaven—"

Then the camera zooms into Crowley's shattered dreams and broken heart.

Aziraphale continued, "It's the side of Truth. Of Light. Of Good."

"When Heaven ends life here on Earth, it'll be just as dead as if Hell ended it. Tell me you said no!" Crowley's voice cracked. "Tell me you said no!"

"If I'm in charge, I can make a difference."

And that's when Crowley understood. They wouldn't be together. Aziraphale had already made up his mind.

As he tried to find the right words, Crowley started, "Oh God. Right. Okay. Right. I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say. I think I better say it now. Right, okay, yes, so..."

Aziraphale just stood there, waiting for the words he wanted to hear at that time. The words that will finally make everything right for him and Crowley.

Crowley mustered up the courage, sighed deeply and started to talk again, "We’ve known each other a long time. We’ve been on this planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We’re a team, a group. Group of the two of us. And we’ve spent our existence pretending that we aren’t. I mean, the last few years, not really. And I would like to spend… I mean if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can. Just the two of us. We don’t need Heaven, we don’t need Hell, they’re toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us. You and me, what do you say?"

Crowley's heart sank as he said those words. He already knew, but a demon could only hope. And Aziraphale continued to wonder why Crowley just wouldn't say yes to him.

"Come with me to Heaven. I'll run it. You can be my second in command. We can make a difference!"

"You can't leave this bookshop," Crowley pleaded.

"Oh, Crowley," sighed Aziraphale. "Nothing lasts forever."

"No," Crowley agreed. "No, I don't suppose it does." He turned his back and started to walk towards the door, "Good luck."

"Good luck? Crowley!" Aziraphale's world continued to fall apart. This wasn't what he wanted. Crowley was supposed to say yes, and they would be together in Heaven. He wondered if he said the right thing. He wondered if Crowley understood him. He wondered why Crowley was walking towards the door instead of celebrating together with him.

"Come back to Heaven," Aziraphale continued, searching for the perfect words to convince Crowley. "Work with me! We can be together." And he finally said that. It wasn't how he hoped, but at least he finally said it. Crowley should understand. "Angels... doing good!"

Crowley looked at the window. It seemed to him that after all those years they'd been together, Aziraphale still didn't see it. Memories of his time as God's favourite angel flashed before his eyes.

"I— I need you!" Aziraphale continued. "I don't think you understand what I'm offering you."

"I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do," Crowley said.

"Well," Aziraphale felt defeated. "Then there's nothing more to say."

"Listen. Do you hear that?"

"I don't hear anything!" Aziraphale said exasperated.

"That's the point. No nightingales. You idiot. We could have been ... us!" With nothing else left to lose, Crowley walked back towards Aziraphale.

Aziraphale looked away, his mind still trying to understand what was happening. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. His train of thought stopped when Crowley grabbed him and pulled him to his mouth, yearning, longing, pleading. Aziraphale didn't know what to do. Should he push him away? Should he stay? Should he pull Crowley closer to him?

"I— I forgive you," Aziraphale said

This scene made me realize something.

They weren't ready yet. Even if the Metatron hadn't appeared, they simply weren't at the right place and time to become an "us" yet. Because unlike Beelzebub and Gabriel, they were still looking at things through the lens of their traumatic pasts. And because of that, they can't entirely give themselves to each other. Not just yet. They still need to work through and overcome the things that happened to them in the past.

They can't just choose to run away like G and B did because the humans have become dear to them.

Aziraphale sees and loves Crowley for who he is. However, it didn't come off as that when he said, "Well, obviously. You said no to Hell. You're the bad guys." What mattered to him then was that they got to be together. And he could finally control and protect that part of their relationship. But he still has religious trauma at this point.

And Crowley needs to face his past, his fall (and as fans, we need the story behind that) and God.

But again, they are still looking at each other through their trauma lens and are seeking to protect themselves by subconsciously trying to be in control without meaning to hurt each other.

Aziraphale is a prideful angel with prejudice against the demons but loves Crowley. Crowley, who loves Aziraphale, is a demon with prejudice against the bureaucracy of angels and demons with pride for the life he's made for himself and Aziraphale among the humans.

They both need to heal first before they can have a working relationship. Because that's where their future together depended. And they also need to figure out how to stop the Second Coming together.

That's the parallel between Nina and Maggie and Gabriel and Beelzebub. And Crowley and Aziraphale are in between.

Crowley needs to learn that he can be happy again. That he no longer has to be in hypervigilant mode. And they have to let him see the stars again.

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sparklyoats · 2 years ago

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A fuckboy will always break your heart - Harry Styles.

Summary: Hooking up with one of your friends couldn’t possibly do much damage in the friend group, right?

Word count: 1,2k.

It had been a few weeks since I'd last seen or spoken to Harry. We had been a part of the same friend group for a few years. A few months ago though, our friendship had changed. We had been to a party with our usual group of friends, something we did every now and then. However that night Harry and I had gotten just drunk enough to take things further. Forever changing the dynamic of the group.

My best friend Sigrid, whom I've known all my life, had been my ticket in to the friend group. She had left our small town for college, whereas I had stayed behind working at our local grocery store to save up some money before I could join Sigrid in the city.

For a few months now we had met up regularly for some casual and unrestricted sex. At least that was how it had started. What I hadn't expected though was suddenly catching feelings for this guy. This guy that had been my friend. But that led us to that one evening a few weeks ago. We had agreed to meet up at my place before a night out with our friends. Everything had been as usual. It wasn't until afterwards I suddenly needed to share my thoughts. Something I wish I hadn't.

He was sat at the end of my bed putting on his socks, as I quietly said.

"Do you like me?".

He turned around to look at me. A confused look in his face.

"Of course I like you, Y/N."

"No.. I mean... ". I sighed, not sure how to continue.

"Do you think you could ever like me?" I asked.

"As more than a friend?" I added, and looked down at my hands in my lap.

"Oh.." He said as he turned his body around so he was facing me completely.

He looked at me for a second, thinking about what to say. His soft eyes studying every inch of my face. Making me melt slightly.

"If I've got to be completely honest with you, Y/N... I don't know..". He said. Leaving me with heavy feeling in my chest. I looked down at my hands again, in an attempt to hide how his answer made me feel.

"I mean..." He continued.

"Will you please look at me?" he said, making me raise my eyes up to look in to his.

"I think what we have right now is enough for me... I like what we have right now." he said, and took one of my hands in his. He gave my hand a little squeeze.

"I understand... I do..." I said as I pulled my hand out of his hold. I could tell that him holding my hand while kindly turning me down, was only making me feel worse about it all.

"I like what we have as well.. I just think... I think I need more." I said quietly.

"Do you want to stop this?" He asked, in a slightly annoyed tone, making me reconsider my next words.

"That's not what I'm saying, Harry." I sighed.

"What are you saying then?" He looked at me.

"I want more..." I said.

"Fine." He said, got up and left without saying another word. Leaving me behind with the tears welling up in my eyes, as I sat looking at the door slightly confused, wishing he would turn around and come back to me.

Now here we were a few weeks later. Our friend group had planned a get together tonight. My best friend Sigrid had spent the last week trying to convince me to go. I wasn't proud of it, but she had managed to do exactly that.

So here I was at Sigrid's place helping her tidy up the last pieces of items before everyone else would start to show up.

"Everything will be fine, Y/N." Sigrid said, taking the glasses from me and putting them down on the sofa table.

"Yes, you're absolutely right... because I won't be talking to him at all." I said. She laughed.

"Probably will be for the best." She said, and shook her head at me.

"Nothing like a fight to ruin the party." She said, sticking in her tongue out at me. Making me throw a pillow her way.

An hour later everyone was finally here. Sigrid was running back and forth from the kitchen to the livingroom, making sure everyone had drinks and snacks. Her apartment wasn't the biggest. Especially her livingroom. Which meant the eight of us was squished together, making it difficult to avoid anyone. Just lovely, I thought. I was sat on the armchair closest to the door leading in to the kitchen. I had told Sigrid it was so I could help her if she needed it, but really it was to make it easier for myself to run away, if I needed it.

A lot of chatter, alcohol and snacks had lighten my mood slightly. Harry seemed to not acknowledge my existence, I the same with him. Luckily our friends talked so much it didn't make much of a difference. I had lost the count of drinks I'd had already, as Sigrid seemed to pour me another drink as soon as I had emptied the glass. Everything was starting to get blurry, and suddenly all I wanted was to dance. It was as Sigrid could read my mind because before I knew it she had taken my hand and pulled me up from the armchair. The small area between the open doorway and the lounge area had become our dance floor.

The night seemed to go way too quickly. The alcohol, dancing and laughing keeping me entertained. Making my thoughts focus on everything else but him. It was a nice break from the past few weeks sadness.

The clock had turned 3am and everyone had started talking about going out. I wasn't really feeling it. I had started feeling all the alcohols effect on me and had struggled to keep my eyes open for a while. Sigrid told me it was okay to stay home, and her bed was mine if I wanted to sleep in it for the night. An offer that was incredibly difficult to turn down, I thought.

So as everyone made their way out the door, I slowly made my way in to her bedroom. Started taking off my socks and jeans. A bit of a struggle but I managed, and dove straight in under the comforter and fell asleep in no time.

I woke up to noise coming from the livingroom. My eyes struggling to open up as it had gotten bright in the bedroom. I must have forgotten to close the blinds, I thought. I slowly removed the comforter of off my body, and sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes free from the sleep. I got up to go see what the noise was coming from.

The sight that met me in the livingroom was one I had never imagined would happen. I was stood, frozen, by the door. On the sofa was Harry laying with Sigrid on top of him. Neither noticing my existence in the room.

I ran back to the bedroom, quickly putting on my jeans, socks and shoes. Grabbing my bag by the door and slammed the front door on my way out. The tears already falling down my cheeks.

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oakwolves · 14 days ago

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And Then I Go and Spoil it All By Saying Something Stupid Like I Love You, Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Warning, this chapter is really long!

Rosalyn slumped back in her seat, far behind everyone else in the auditorium as she watched Ace take the stage. As the crowd of students roared with applause, she flinched and pulled her braids against her ears.

“I gotta say, this last month at your school? Magic,” Ace said once the applause had died down. “You welcomed me with open arms, elected me as your Council representative, supported my initiatives…”

Rosalyn felt herself zoning out a little as Ace continued to butter up the student body.

“Psst, Rose! You alright?” Autumn asked, bringing her back to attention.

“But we've got work to do. You've all heard. There have been... problems,” Ace continued with a serious expression. “Just to name a few? Cafeteria food safety issues. The locker rooms found in violation of the fire code. Fights breaking out downtown, started by students from our school.”

“Our school,” Rosalyn sneered mockingly under her breath. Autumn leaned in close to her.

“Our classmates wouldn't start fights! That can't be true!” she whispered.

“He’s just trying to make us look bad again,” Rosalyn grumbled.

“After that recording leaked, no one really believed Rosalyn about Ace... and he cashed in on that to win the replacement election by a landslide,” Sakura added to the right of Rosalyn.

“Tale as old as time,” Rosalyn sighed.

“The fact that everyone thinks Ace rescued the Hearst trophy sure didn't hurt his cred,” Julian said.

“I still think we should’ve left the trophy at Kepler just to stick it to him,” Sakura huffed. “Now he can make us look bad enough to convince the council to propose to the board that we get shut down.”

Ace continued on, pacing the stage with a restless energy. Rosalyn would’ve found the act endearing if she weren’t so consumed with disdain.

“We have to clean up this school, set things right,” he went on. “We just need the courage to trust and believe in each other... together, we can restore this school to its full potential.”

At this, the auditorium erupted into loud applause. Rosalyn flinched and kept her head down until the noise finally died out. Her classmates started to file out of the auditorium, a few lingering to speak to Ace at the stage.

“I’m gonna go see my boyfriend,” she said, moving away from her group of friends.

“You don’t have to call him that when he’s not here, y’know,” Sakura called after her.

“It’s still so weird seeing them together like this,” she heard Autumn say before she went out of earshot. She fell into step with Ace as they walked out of the auditorium. He broke into a grin upon spotting her.

“Rosalyn, glad you made it to my little press conference after all. I was a little worried when I couldn’t see you in the crowd,” he said, holding her hand in his.

“I left my ear plugs at home and you know I can’t stand loud noises,” she said, fixing him with a blank stare. Ace chuckled before gently rubbing her shoulder with his free hand.

“You should’ve told me. I would’ve gotten you the finest ear plugs money can buy, Rosie.”

Rosalyn rolled her eyes, leaning towards Ace as a few students passed by.

“Stop coddling me. You’ll have me believing you actually care about me.” The last of the student body had finally gone out of the auditorium, but Rosalyn remained by his side. He pulled her closer and slid his hand from her shoulder to the small of her back. Rosalyn allowed the gesture.

Ace took a glance at his watch, a smirk starting to form on his lips.

"You know, I have a couple minutes before I have to get back to Kepler. How about I walk you to your class?"

Rosalyn nodded, and the couple walked together down the hall like any ordinary pair of high school sweethearts. Ace kept her beside him, their arms bumping with a familiarity that she could only pretend not to notice.

They stopped in front of Rosalyn’s classroom, pausing before stepping inside.

"I guess this is a parting of the ways, then." Ace gave her a sly grin.

“Guess so,” she said, heading inside without another word.

At lunch, Rosalyn took her own meal from her locker and made her way to one of the colloquially named “Nerd Hangouts”. When she got there, her friends were already hanging around.

“And the Black Widow has returned from the dark side,” Nishan commented.

Autumn giggled as Rosalyn rolled her eyes at the nickname.

“It’s not like I’m in cahoots with The Devil Himself,” Rosalyn defended.

“You kind of are, Rose,” Nishan said with a shrug.

“Still doesn’t change the fact that you’re dating the enemy, Rosalyn,” Julian pointed out.

Sakura gave Rosalyn a worried look as Rosalyn settled on the couch next to her.

“How did you feel sitting in that audience, watching him give that speech?” she asked.

Rosalyn shrugged as she opened up her food container.

“If I’m being honest, it was kind of nauseating watching him talk about all the ‘good’ stuff he’s done for this school. He’s good at it, though, so I'll give him that.”

“How can you even stand being around him?” Autumn asked.

Rosalyn took a spoonful of some gumbo into her mouth, chewing for a few moments before swallowing.

“It’s kind of amazing what I can put up with when I have an endgame in mind.”

“Well, you keeping Ace occupied came in handy,” Wes said, pulling several papers out of his bag and slapping them on the table.

“Isn't that the city's official letterhead?” Autumn asked as the group peered closer.

“Copied them from the archives. These records show that our school passed health and fire code regulations as recently as a month ago.”

Rosalyn set her spoon down on the table, looking at Wes. “How’d you get a hold of all this?”

Wes smirked, ruffling the girl’s hair. “That is of no importance. The important part is what we’re gonna do with this evidence .There's no way our school went from being just fine to a safety hazard in the span of three weeks. From what I can tell, Ace has been making a lot of interesting phone calls. I'll bet he pulled some strings to get the inspection results changed to his liking.”

“So,” Mia piped up. “What’s the game plan, Rosalyn?”

Rosalyn picked up the papers, looking through them with a smirk.

“We show it to the people.” She sat back down and continued eating her gumbo. “After lunch, though.”

“Everyone's been too charmed by Ace to believe you, but maybe now…” Julian mused.

“Yeah, these records show that all our problems only cropped up after Ace took office. It's the proof we need!” she said excitedly as she finished up her food. She looked out the window of the hangout, seeing some students eating lunch on the quad.

“No time like the present,” Mia said, nudging Rosalyn towards the door. “Let’s get the truth out there.”

Wes stood in front of the door, crossing his arms.

“Hold on, Rosalyn. Be careful about going after Ace. Everyone loves him. He's the new... well, you.”

Rosalyn scowled at the comment.

“What do you mean by that?”

Wes shrugged. "He's this school's biggest hero. He rescued the Hearst Trophy, he saved your reputation when that audio leaked, he won the Council election. He's got a lot of fans, and there's no telling what they'll do if they think you're trying to frame him. It especially doesn’t look good since you’re ‘allegedly’ dating him."

“Fine… no dissing Ace…for now.” she relented as she moved past him and exited the hangout space.

With her papers in hand, she made her way to three students sharing a pizza on the bench.

“Rosalyn, what’s happening?” a girl said. She pulled off a slice of pizza from the pie and held it out to Rosalyn. “You want a slice? It’s vegetarian!”

“Ah, no thanks, I’m pretty filled up on gumbo actually,” she said with an awkward laugh. “I was just thinking about all the stuff that's been going on at our school. The fire code violations, the cafeteria shutting down, the fights…”

Another classmate frowned, shaking their head. “Yeah, I can't believe anyone from our school would go around starting fights! What happened to peace and love?”

“I'm sure Ace has a plan to fix things. I mean, he worked out the yearbook budget problems with one phone call!” a guy said with confidence.

“Sounds like him. He secured a venue for our annual jazz showcase the same way. Ace is a real stand-up guy…” the first girl agreed.

Rosalyn’s heart ached to hear her classmates speak so highly of him.

“Right, I know Ace can work miracles, but...” she began, pausing before continuing to speak. “I think you should look at this...”

She pulled out the health and fire code records and spread them on the table.

"What's all this?" the first girl asked.

"Our school passed these inspection tests just a month ago... But suddenly, our cafeteria gets shut down and our locker rooms are fire hazards? Don't you think that's a little weird? Especially since they came right AFTER Ace became our student rep?"

The classmates stared at the records for several moments. The three students exchanged a nervous look, like they didn't want to believe Rosalyn's claims.

"You don't really think..." the second girl began.

"Ace wouldn't do something like that," the guy said.

Before Rosalyn could respond, someone brushed past her and got in between the small crowd of students.

"Is there a problem?" Ace asked.

Rosalyn's eyes widened as Ace approached them, his charismatic demeanor only growing in presence and intensity. The group of students turned to him, their eyes flickering between him and Rosalyn. Rosalyn gave him a saccharine grin.

“Oh, we were just talking about some stuff I was looking into. I think you might know more about it,” she said.

Ace’s smile only grew as he glanced over the papers on the table. He smirked, taking them into his hands and skimming over the information laid out in front of him.

"Looking into these inspection records, huh? What a wonderful coincidence. Did you happen to uncover anything unusual...?”

“Apparently, our school passed the fire and health code inspections just a month ago,” the guy piped up.

“But now we have all these problems... how did things go bad so quickly?” their other classmate asked, casting a worried glance at Ace.

“Yeah, Ace, how did things get so bad?” Rosalyn said, struggling to hide the taunting tone in her voice.

Ace’s smile flickered as he met Rosalyn’s gaze, holding it for several moments. She could see a flicker of annoyance in his eyes, and he looked away, holding up the papers.

"Well, it's simply put. It's because of me.”

The group gasped, stunned by Ace’s sudden admission. Even Rosalyn was caught off guard by his words.

“I… What?” Rosalyn looked dumbfounded.

“You heard me.” Ace said, putting on his charming smile once again. “ When I assumed office, I did a thorough audit and uncovered a host of issues. Someone was very invested in covering them up.”

He didn't outright accuse her, but the look he gave her was damning.

“Ace, what are you saying?” she demanded.

“Rosie, everything’s gonna be fine,” he assured her, placing his hand on her shoulder. “You’re the heart of this whole place, you were the driving force behind this school's growth! Of course you didn't want anybody to find out about all the problems that come with expanding too fast. No one blames you for letting them fester, right?”

“Rosalyn, is this true?” the girl asked sadly.

“No, I–”

“It’s water under the bridge. All that matters is that we’ve caught these problems in time and can nip them in the bud. We’re going to get this school right on track.”

Their classmates murmured in agreement around them.

“Word. A few hiccups won't stop us!”

“It's gotta be tough work, playing the whistleblower... but I appreciate it, Ace.”

“Yeah, we can't just ignore our problems! We have to fix them, and move forward!”

The three of them cleaned up their table and headed to the nearest trash can, leaving Rosalyn with Ace at the table.

“Rosie, why the underhanded tactics? I’m your boyfriend, we can just chat. You know I always have time for you.”

“You can stop now. We both know who you really are,” she snapped. His grin dimmed, and he gave her a hard stare.

"Watch your step," he said.

“You don’t scare me,” she said, matching his steely gaze.

Ace chuckled, his smirk growing smug.

“You don't scare me either, Rosalyn.” They stood there in an extended silence, eyes narrowed and jaws set.

Their little staring match was interrupted by a voice calling to them from across the quad:

"Hey, lovebirds!"

Ace turned to see Wes approaching.

“Wes,” he said with a tight smile. “It’s been a while.

"Mind if I cut in and steal Rosalyn for a bit?” Wes asked.

“Not at all,” Ace said. “We were just finishing up anyway. She’s all yours.”

Wes pulled Rosalyn back to the hangout , looking concerned as he spoke in a low voice.

“What was all that about? Did you tell people about the papers?”

"I tried," she said, shaking her head. "As soon as I spoke to the group about them, Ace barged in and fed them all that crap about me."

“Alright,” Wes sighed. “We’ll figure something else out. What’s going on with this ‘relationship’ you’ve got going on with him?”

Rosalyn frowned, looking anywhere but Wes.

“Same as usual, obviously. I’m playing him like he’s playing me,” she muttered.

“Does it really feel that way?” he asked.

“Yes, okay?” Rosalyn snapped, avoiding his gaze. “I’m handling it, alright? Everything’s fine…I just need to hold out until we can put a stop to him. And then it will be all over.”

Wes let out another sigh, resting a hand on her shoulder.

“I don’t buy it. And I don’t think you do either. This thing you’ve got going on with him… I don’t like it, Rosalyn.”

Rosalyn scowled, pulling away from his grasp.

“Well, you can drop it. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.”

“No, I know you don’t. Why don’t you just call the whole thing off?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. “We could make it work in our favor. You dump him, it splits our friend group up because we ‘liked’ him, we have a public fight, and I take the opportunity to get close to Ace?”

Rosalyn scoffed, shaking her head vehemently.

“No! I can handle this. I am handling this,” she asserted. “Stop treating me like I’m all helpless.”

Wes held up his hands in a placating gesture.

”I’m not, I’m just worried about you. This isn’t like you, this charade. You’re just digging yourself deeper.”

A pause.

“You don’t have to do everything on your own, here. You’ve got me. Let me help. It’s my fault you’re in this mess to begin with.”

Rosalyn let out a bitter huff, staring off at the distance.

“No, this is my mess. It's my school. And I am going to be the one to stop Ace.”

She glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, her expression softening. “But… I appreciate it.”

Wes studied her for a moment, still unconvinced. After a beat, he sighed once again and let go of her shoulders.

“Just be careful, okay?”

Rosalyn mustered a small smile, patting his arm.

“I will. Thanks, Wes.”

After school, Rosalyn was in the library studying with Mia and Payton, but between her near-altercation with Ace and her conversation with Wes, she found herself unable to concentrate on her books.

Mia, who noticed Rosalyn's distracted state, leaned over and gave her a nudge.

"Hey, Rosalyn? You okay?"

Rosalyn snapped her head up, startled. She forced a smile to her face, pasting on a false air of nonchalance.

"Yeah, totally fine. Just feeling a little distracted today."

“I still can't believe he has the nerve to act like that!” Mia grumbled.

“Ugh. Ace is like a knock-off Gucci bag. One close look, and you know he's mega fake! Why can't people see the truth?” Payton agreed.

“We need stronger, more concrete proof,” Rosalyn said, gripping her pen rather tightly. “I just need more time to figure it out-”

Just then, Julian and Nishan burst in. Nishan collapsed to the floor, wheezing. The librarian looked up from his magazine to shush him.

Nishan quickly switches on the TV, turning up the volume on the local news channel. Julian paces around the library study room, agitated.

“This is really bad, Rose,” he said. “He’s escalated.”

As Rosalyn turned her attention to the TV, a chill ran up her spine as she saw a reporter hold out a microphone to Ace.

“Yikes, you guys need to warn a gal before you expose me to his face,” Payton said with a grimace.

Ace looked straight at the camera as he discussed the latest scandal to plague Lakeside.

“Evidence suggests these acts of academic dishonesty have been going on for months. But rest assured…I will do everything in my power to disband this cheating ring!” Ace declared.

Rosalyn clenched her jaw, her frustration growing with each word out of Ace's mouth.

"Looks like he's really enjoying his newfound sense of power, huh?" Payton sneered.

“We hold a zero tolerance policy towards academic dishonesty. I won't let this incident tarnish the good reputation of our school,” Ace continued on screen.

“Bullshit!” Rosalyn snapped, slamming her hands onto the table. The librarian shushed the group once more.

Nishan put a comforting arm around Rosalyn's shoulder.

"Hey, keep it down, alright?" Julian said, shooting a nervous glance at the librarian.

"Easy… I know he's full of it, but you don't want to get kicked out!" Nishan warned.

On the TV, Ace continued to speak with a grave look on his face.

"I have no doubt this problem is isolated and won't expand. We're going to address all concerns and investigate any and all leads."

The news switched to a shot of the adult school board members sitting outside the principal’s office. Rosalyn noticed her father was not among them.

As the reporter droned on in the background, Julian sat down at the table next to Rosalyn, his brow furrowed.

"What’s your dad got to say about all this?” he asked quietly. “I don’t see him in that crowd.”

"I... I haven't even begun to explain everything to him. And now he's finding out at the same time everyone else is." Rosalyn said. “Even if it’s all lies, how could I tell him that things have gotten so bad?”

Nishan patted Rosalyn’s back, an understanding look on his face. “Hey, don’t blame yourself for not telling him everything. Ace has been running rings around all of us.”

The news switched back to focus on Ace.

“As a Council representative, I can confidently say that this school is a treasure. A diamond in the rough…” Ace said, his voice breaking a little. “And I will fight any proposed measure to shut it down!”

“What? Who said anything about shutting us down?” Payton spluttered.

“He’s planting the idea in the board’s minds. He’s pulling an Inception on them!” Nishan exclaimed.

“I can understand our classmates being this gullible… but the board won’t fall for this… right?” Julian asked, sounding a bit less confident than Rosalyn felt comfortable with.

As her friends continued to talk, their voices faded away as Rosalyn focused on Ace on the screen. He seemed to be looking right at her.

“Some say that this school can't be fixed. That its students would be better served at other schools in the district…” he continued. “But I don't think so. This school is meant for greatness!”

Ace flashed a grin and a confident wink at the camera right before Mia turned off the TV.

“That’s enough of that,” Mia huffed.

“He’s putting his final play into motion,” Rosalyn said without looking away from the screen. “I need to stop him.”

“I looked it up, and the Council needs a unanimous vote to pass any measure petitioning the district board,” Nishan pointed out.

“Then we've still got a chance. We just have to get the other Council members on our side,” Rosalyn said. “Ace has Remi under his thumb, and Asher would love to see our school shut down... but I can talk to the others!”

Rosalyn took off the moment school let out the following day. She weaved in and out of traffic as she made her way to the all-boys school of Apollo Academy. There, she found two district council members Zero and Owen shooting hoops on the court.

"Hey, Zero! Owen!" Rosalyn yelled out. “Wait up!”

Both boys looked back at her, sweat trickling down their faces as they jogged over.

“What's up? You wanted to talk, Rosalyn?” Owen asked.

“Sorry to hear about your school. Tough times, huh?” Zero added sympathetically.

“About that... Ace mentioned a proposal to shut down my school. Would the Council really consider that?” Rosalyn asked.

Owen frowned as he said, “I hate to say it, but... because of your school's problems, our district's been getting a lot of bad press. We've been rejected for several programs and grants already.”

“Everything that our district has achieved is being undermined,” Zero continued, shaking his head. Rosayln scowled at the two of them.

“So if my school gets thrown to the wolves it’s alright?” she demanded.

Zero held up a hand. "Woah, woah, woah. No one said anything about throwing you under the bus."

Owen nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we're all on the same team here.”

Zero shrugged, looking back and forth between Rosalyn and the basketball waiting to be dribbled again.

“Look, we're sorry to hear about your school, but we have our own schools to think about. This is for your classmates' benefit as much as it's for ours,” Zero explained.

"It won't be so bad. Schools close all the time... and yours hasn't even been around that long. You guys would just transfer to other schools! You're always welcome at Twin Branches, Rosalyn! We're cool, I promise," Owen said.

“We'll make sure to really think this through. It'll all work out,” Zero said with a sympathetic smile.

Rosalyn bit back her anger and forced a strained smile. "I... appreciate the offer. But we'll survive. And thanks for the time, I guess..."

Ignoring Owen’s farewell wave, Rosalyn spun on her heel and walked out of the school. She clenched her jaw tightly, silently fuming. She needed to talk to Kara immediately.

Rosalyn tracked down Kara at cheerleading practice on the Hearst football field. When she caught sight of her, she turned away, hiding her face.

"What do you want, Rosalyn? Don't you have anything better to do than follow me around?" she demanded.

“That’s not– fuck, never mind. I need to know... can I count on you to vote against any proposal to shut my school down?”

Kara gave her a haughty smirk. “Sorry, Rosalyn. But Lakeside isn't exactly BFFs with Hearst. I'm happy to see your school drop off the face of the earth.”

“Christ,” Rosalyn mumbled, before switching her strategy. “Kara, I know we've had our differences. But there's a school full of people I care about that's going to close its doors forever. There's nothing I can do to stop it now, but you can–”

Kara rolled her eyes. "Stop your sobbing and have some self-respect, Rosalyn. I’ve had enough of your pity parties. When are you going to get it through that thick head of yours? Your days are numbered. Your school is finished. And good riddance to it. We’re better off without that stain on our district."

Her eyes were piercing, but Rosalyn could see her slightly tremble as she spoke.

“Kara… does… does Ace have some dirt on you?” Rosalyn asked suddenly.

“I... I don't know what you're talking about. Now get out of here. I have to practice,” she said dismissively.

“Kara, come on,” Rosalyn pressed, but Kara held a hand to Rosalyn’s face.

“I enjoyed our little rivalry, Rose. It was fun while it lasted.”

Her next stop was Bridgette, the rep for Athena Academy. After texting Bridgette, she met her at the tennis courts. Bridgette easily won a match before walking up to Rosalyn for a break.

“I saw the news about that terrible cheating scandal... Am I correct in thinking that this was orchestrated by Ace?” she asked.

Rosalyn nodded grimly. "Yeah, you’re absolutely right. He’s using this situation to try and shut my school down. And it looks like the rest of the Council is falling for his crap."

“Have no fear. So long as I sit on the Council, I will never allow your school to be shut down,” Bridgette declared.

A little lightheaded with relief, Rosalyn pulled Bridgette into a hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she gasped.

Feeling a lot better, Rosalyn drove home. But before she could take her helmet off, she got a text from Mia, asking her to get to her house as soon as possible.

When Mia opened the door to her, Rosalyn could hear the sound of sobbing. After Mia let her inside, she could find Bridgette on the couch crying into a handkerchief.

“I called as soon as I heard,” Mia said with a frown.

“Bridgette, what happened?” Rosalyn asked.

“She got kicked off the Council. One of the Athena admins dug up some rule that forbids being on both the student council and the district council,” Mia explained for her crying cousin.

“I... I was certainly not expecting this. It has been quite a shock..” Bridgette sniffled. “I’m really sorry, Rosalyn.”

Rosalyn’s heart sank. “It’s…. It’s okay,” she said, trying to give Bridgette a reassuring smile, but all Rosalyn could feel was disappointment. The only Council member she could count on was gone.

“This has Ace's fingerprints all over it. With Brigette gone, no one's going to block that proposal of his. Now what?” Mia asked.

“I’m gonna get Ace out of power,” Rosalyn declared. “This begins and ends with Ace...Even if you got your seat on the Council back, Ace would find some other way to get rid of you. He won't stop at anything until he’s stopped.”

“It certainly does seem that Ace is adept at pulling the strings,” Bridgette mused, wiping her eyes.

“I'm sorry you got caught in the crossfire of my war with Ace... but I promise to put an end to this. He's played puppeteer for the last time,” Rosalyn.

She suddenly got a text from Wes.

"How are you holding up?" he asked.

"Not great. Bridgette, who I thought was going to be our deciding vote on the Council, just got booted off with some stupid rule." Rosalyn replied.

“Meet me at Wings Atomica in 15 minutes,” he said.

Rosalyn nodded and headed out. When she arrived at the Wing Wing, she found Wes already at a table for two, waving to her. She took a seat opposite him, a bowl of wings in between them. "Well, I’m here," she said. “Will the board really shut us down if the Council asks them to?”

“I don't know. The district isn't happy with us, but shutting down an entire school... that's a last resort. Right now, the board could go either way,” he answered, taking a wing from the bowl.

“I'm not leaving this to chance. We have to stop Ace from even passing the proposal! We'll have to discredit him to break his hold on the Council.”

“All we have to do is prove that Ace is the kind of guy who would frame our school…” Wes said.

“What do you mean?” Rosalyn asked. Wes placed the now meatless chicken wing on a napkin and sighed. She could see an almost wistful look in his eyes.

“Look, Ace didn't just start being Ace when he met you... he wasn't always this good at playing puppet master. He was sloppy. If we can't prove what he's doing now, then we just go back and find a time when he wasn't quite so perfect.”

“Got it,” Rosalyn said, determination in her features. “Leave it to me.”

The next day, she found herself in front of Ace’s office. Once again, Ace was buried under a mound of paperwork on his desk.

“Hey,” she said softly. “You got a few minutes for your girlfriend?”

"I thought you didn't like the whole girlfriend act when we were alone?" he teased. "What changed your mind?"

She shrugged. “I've been thinking... Maybe things are better this way. Pretending we’re a thing and all...”

Ace raised an eyebrow. “Really now. Why’s that, Rosalyn?” he asked, leaning back into his chair.

“It’s... easier, when you’re with me,” Rosalyn said. “I got used to it. The... affection and support and stuff. I don’t think I can go without it anymore. And when we fought in the quad over those stupid papers, a part of me was afraid of losing that.”

Ace smirked, letting out a chuckle. "If you're trying to butter me up into not getting rid of your school, you're doing a poor job at it. I thought you were better than this."

Rosalyn feigned shock. "Ace, how could you think that? I just wanted to... spend some time together. We can talk about business later. I just wanted to be... a normal couple."

"And we are...?"

“You’re the one who wanted to ham up this romance to begin with,” she said, an eyebrow raised.

Ace closed his notebook and looked directly at Rosalyn. "Rosalyn, why are you really here? The last time we spoke, we almost fought in public. But now, out of nowhere... you decide you can't live without me?”

"It wasn't out of nowhere," Rosalyn protested. "I just... had some time to think about it. And I realized how much I've been missing, being mad with you. The... the little things. Being able to hug you whenever I want... I just-" She let out a breath. “I missed being with you. Like how we used to before this whole internship nonsense got between us.”

Ace let out a scoff... before letting out a sigh. "Alright... I can see you're not in the mood for games. And I suppose I haven't exactly been Mr. Perfect Boyfriend lately either."

"You haven't," Rosalyn muttered. "That's the understatement of the century. But... I don't want to fight. I'm tired... I've been tired for a long time. Can we just... I don't know, relax for a bit? Just... be normal."

Ace regarded her with a contemplative look. "Okay," he said after a while. "I'll bite. What do you have in mind? What is Miss Rosalyn Brinkwater’s definition of normal?"

Rosalyn sat down on his couch. "Normal... normal is us watching trashy movies, eating pizza, and falling asleep together. Normal is waking up in your arms..."

At this admission, Ace looked almost... nostalgic. "And when was the last time the two of us did anything like that...?" he said quietly.

"The night before we fought. Before you decided to ruin everything," Rosalyn pointed out. "I was so happy to be with you... it hurt so much that afternoon when you..." she trailed off.

Ace's face darkened for a brief moment. But then, he let out a scoff and stood up, walking over to Rosalyn and sitting down beside her.

"You really want to keep this up, huh, Rosalyn? All right, I’ll play along. But let me tell you this..."

“What?”

He looked her straight in the eyes. "... this changes nothing. My priorities remain the same. This is nothing more than pretend play. I still have a job to do, Rosalyn, and it won’t stop for anyone, even you. Understood?"

"Noted..." she said quietly.

Ace wrapped an arm around Rosalyn and pulled her into his side. He leaned back onto the couch, letting out a sigh, and Rosalyn leaned her head against his chest. It was all so familiar... the scent of his fancy cologne, the warmth of his skin. It brought back all the memories of their time together. The nights they shared in each other's arms, talking for hours on end, the countless stupid comedies they'd get pizza and watch while they discussed school proposals. The soft thumping of his heart as she fell asleep.

"Now... what movie are we watching tonight?" Ace asked, breaking her out of her trance.

"Anything you want," Rosalyn said, snuggling deeper into his embrace. A pang of guilt hit her. She had to focus on the mission, why she came here to begin with. But it was so hard to think when she was nestled in his arms like this... her head against his chest, his arm around her... she wanted nothing more than to stay like this, just the two of them.

Ace scrolled through his Netflix, and eventually picked out a stupid, goofy-looking horror movie. He leaned back into the couch, pulling Rosalyn's closer to his side as the movie started playing.

As the movie progressed, Ace and Rosalyn spent more time talking than actually watching it. They got pizza and made jokes and commented on everything that happened in the movie... and as the night wore on, it almost felt like time had never stopped. That they were still the same as they were all those months ago...

Eventually, the credits of the movie rolled on the screen and the pizza was finished. The two remained, sitting together on the couch. But Rosalyn didn't want to get up. She wanted to stay just like this... her head on Ace's chest, wrapped up in his strong arms. She knew this was a lie... this love they were playing at was an act... but she found herself not caring. Maybe later.

She didn’t realize Ace had fallen asleep until she became aware of the gentle air blowing in and out through his nose. Rosalyn took a moment to study his face. Even in sleep, he looked calm, relaxed. Gone was the arrogant, manipulative persona he usually wore, and in its place was the face of the boy she'd fallen for a lifetime ago.

She considered getting up to look for dirt on Ace like she’d come here to do. But the feeling of his soft, slow breath against her cheek was enough to stop her. And without thinking, she closed her eyes and snuggled deeper into his arms, drifting quickly off to sleep.

When she woke up with a start hours later, Ace was gone, and she was left lying alone on the couch with a blanket covering her. She suddenly remembered her mission and shot up from the couch. Silently thanking Wes for teaching her how to pick locks, she went around Ace’s office.

Rosalyn quickly went through Ace’s drawers and computer files, looking for anything that could be even remotely suspicious. But everything seemed completely clean so far. Then, a memo caught her eye…

She quickly shoved the memo into her bag after covering her tracks and headed for the exit, where she ran onto Ace taking a phone call.

Ace was too busy talking on the phone to notice her at first, but the moment he hung up, his eyes flicked to Rosalyn and he raised an eyebrow.

"Rosalyn? Weren't you sleeping on the couch?"

“I realized my dad must be worried sick, wondering where I am,” she said. “I gotta go.”

Ace let out a huff of a sigh, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Fine, you go on ahead. I still got some work to do," he said nonchalantly.

“At 5 am?” Rosalyn asked. “How do you function?”

Ace smirked. “I don’t need sleep, unlike some people,” he joked, before letting out a sigh and running a hand through his hair. "Seriously though, I've just got some stuff that needs to be dealt with. Can’t be helped. Get home safe."

And with that, Rosalyn turned and walked to the door. A part of her screamed to run back and hug him close, to rush back into that illusion they were under hours ago.

She pushed the thought down and exited the building, feeling as if she’d left a piece of her heart behind.

She came home and immediately crashed on the couch without changing into her pajamas. She fell back asleep, thoughts of Ace and what she’d just done filling her head. But by the time she woke up, the guilt was replaced with a sense of determination.

“So where were you, Rosalyn?” her father asked when she staggered into the kitchen.

Rosalyn let out a yawn, fiddling with a braid on her head. “I got busy studying with friends and lost track of time,” she lied.

“You usually text me when that happens,” Dr.Brinkwater said.

Rosalyn bit back a sigh. “Yes, well, I got too absorbed in my notes to remember, I guess. Sorry for worrying you, Dad…”

“As long as you’re focused on your studies, I suppose it’s alright,” he said with a sigh. “By the way, your friend Ace stopped by an hour ago.”

“He… he did?” Rosalyn tensed. “What did he want?”

"He came over with something for you," he said, pushing a box of donuts and a cup of coffee towards her. "I heated up the coffee a little."

Rosalyn stared at the coffee in front of her, a mix of emotions and memories rushing through her.

"That was... thoughtful of him," she said in a neutral tone. Inside, her head was racing with thoughts, trying to decipher the move Ace was making.

“Did he say anything before he left?” she asked.

“He just wanted to be sure you got breakfast,” Dr.Brinkwater said. “You should eat more and drink that coffee, by the way. You’re already too small as it is, and if you stay up all night studying you’ll waste away entirely.”

Rosalyn nodded, still in mild shock from Ace’s actions. He said it himself. That night changed nothing. He was still gunning to shut down Lakeside and she had to stop him. She took a seat, sipping at the coffee and eating the donuts as she mused.

The fact that he stopped by and got her breakfast… It was something Ace used to do all the time, back when they were actually together. On days when she got too absorbed in her council work he would bring her coffee and treats… she tried to stamp down the feeling it gave her…

"He’s just trying to fool me…” she thought to herself.

But Rosalyn couldn’t shake the feeling that it was genuine. It was such a natural thing, something he used to do all the time… And even worse, a part of her wanted it to be genuinely sweet, like before…

She shook her head. No. She wouldn’t fall for it and lose sight of her mission.

Shooting off a text to Autumn and Wes, she made her way to school and made a beeline for the journalism classroom.

“You said you had good news?” Autumn asked.

“Very good news,” Rosalyn said with a smirk as she pulled out the memo from her bag and slammed it on a desk. “I may have spent the night at Ace’s office.”

Wes raised an eyebrow at this.

"And what happened next?" He teased, causing Rosalyn to roll her eyes.

"We may have gotten carried away watching a movie and eating pizza... b-but I got what I came for." she stammered, ignoring the heat rising to her face. “Look at this.”

Autumn and Wes peered at the memo.

“Compulsory transfer to Kepler Magnet School for the Gifted?” Autumn read aloud.

“That's the polite way of saying that our buddy Ace got expelled from his old high school,” Wes explained as he read the memo. “Apparently, when his classmate beat him in a science fair competition, Ace took it personally. He forged documents showing that his classmate paid a professional chemist to do his project.”

“Who’s surprised?” Autumn scoffed.

“Pro-tip, you shouldn't try to frame a guy who can bioengineer beetles. He caught Ace in the act. Ace was immediately 'encouraged to transfer',” Wes continued with a smirk. “His expulsion was off the books. This memo is the only proof that Ace has a history of lies, forgery, and vengefulness.”

“That ends now. We have to get him impeached before the Council can vote. Autumn, can you get this into tomorrow's paper?” Rosalyn asked.

“Already working on it,” Autumn reported, taking the memo and heading to her computer. Wes looked back at Rosalyn.

“What?” she squawked.

Wes raised his hands in surrender. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that you've got what we need… but how are you feeling about all this?" he asked, his tone now genuinely concerned.

Rosalyn paused, caught off guard by his question.

“What do you mean? I got the information we need, didn’t I?” she said, slightly defensively.

Wes gave her a skeptical look. "That's not what I asked. I'm just saying, it's got to be tough to be spending time with Ace, finding dirt on him… seeing the guy you fell in love with and falling into old habits."

Rosalyn felt her heart flutter as Wes said the words. It was hard. Seeing Ace, spending time with him like they used to… remembering exactly why she'd fallen for him, but trying to fight it…

But she pushed the feelings down, masking it with a huff and a roll of her eyes.

"I'm fine," she insisted once again.

"I'm just looking out for you, Rosalyn," Wes said in a firm, but gentle tone. "I know Ace, remember? I don't want to see him pull you back in. Don't let his good looks and charm make you forget what he's done."

Rosalyn felt a pang of indignation at his words, as if he didn’t think she was strong enough to resist.

"I know what he’s done, okay? I’m not a child, I don’t need you to look out for me," she retorted.”We talked about this, Wes.”

Wes held up his hands in surrender. "Fine. Forget I said anything,” he said.

The following day couldn’t come soon enough. Autumn’s paper was out and the entire school was a flurry of confused whispers and murmurs.

“I’d like to see Ace try to spin this,” Julian gloated. Outside, Ace was being hounded by student reporters. A few of their classmates shot him dirty looks.

Descending the school steps with her friends, Rosalyn meets Ace’s gaze. For the first time, she could see genuine panic in his eyes.

Seeing the fear in his eyes was almost jarring. Ace had always been the one in control, the one who navigated high school politics with ease. Now he looked on the verge of losing his cool.

She felt a pang of… what? Guilt? Concern? She wasn’t sure.

“I almost pity him…” Mia said with a pout. Then she straightened up and laughed. “Ha! Just kidding. He's had it coming since forever.”

“Not that there’s anything to be sorry about a lying cheater,” Julian said in agreement.

Wes eyed Rosalyn, but she avoided his gaze, keeping her focus firmly on Ace, who was now continuing to fend off the reporters.

“Ha, yeah, he deserves it,” she spoke up. “That’s what he gets for messing with me.He manipulates my own friends and classmates to turn against me, and then tries to get my school shut down? It's high time we got some payback.”

“With Ace’s rep wrecked, they’ll impeach him for sure,” Julian said. “I don’t know how you got your hands on that hit piece on him, but I’m glad you did.”

“Yeah, I’m glad too…” she echoed, her voice losing a bit of its conviction. Her mind was racing.

Ace was now walking into the school building, followed closely by the reporters. With that he was out of sight.

Several days later, Dr.Brinkwater entered his daughter’s room with a letter.

“Rosebud, it says you’ve been summoned by the student district council,” he said. “Any idea what that’s about?”

Rosalyn felt her heart drop. She had a feeling she knew exactly what it was about. Putting on a mask of indifference, she took the letter from his hands.

“I might have a clue…” she said in feigned obliviousness.

"Mmm, I heard about that Ace boy. A shame, I thought he was a decent young man." Dr.Brinkwater commented.

Rosalyn tensed, feeling a pang of guilt at her father’s words. She wanted to come clean and tell him the truth, but knew she couldn’t. She couldn’t break her father’s heart.

“Yeah, I guess he was…” she said with a shrug.

Her father eyed her for a moment, looking like he was debating whether or not to say something else.

“Want me to drive you there? I have a meeting coming up anyways,” her father offered.

Rosalyn paused for a moment, then shook her head. “I think I’ll walk. Take the time to clear my head…”

Truth be told, she didn’t want her father to be anymore involved in this mess than he already was.

“Alright, pumpkin. But do give me a call if you want a ride home.” He gave Rosalyn a kiss on the cheek before leaving her room.

Heading to City Hall, she couldn’t help but smile a little. It was almost all over, and her school would be safe.

But when she opened the doors of the council room, she was met with wary glances.

“Uh, what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Ace, say again what you just said to the Council,” Asher said, barely trying to hide the smirk on his face.

“That memo, I've never seen it before, I swear. I-- I know there's no way to prove it, but you have to believe me. What that memo says... it never happened!” Ace said.

“Are you saying that it's a forgery? Intended to disgrace you?” Zero asked.

“No, of course not! I would never accuse my own girlfriend or anyone at our school of something so awful!” he said, shaking his head.

“This is a very serious matter. We're going to get to the bottom of it,” Zero said. Rosalyn couldn't help but feel a little miffed that Zero seemed to be so much more nonchalant when it came to shutting down her school.

“Oh, come on! Of course he says it's fake! You're really gonna believe him?!” she demanded.

“No, Rosalyn, we aren’t going to believe him,” Zero continued. “We're going to believe the expert we've called in to verify its authenticity.”

Kara and Owen marched in with Nishan in their ranks.

“Uh, hi Rose,” he said awkwardly. He sat down as Owen handed him Ace’s memo.

“This right here is a serious accusation, Nishan. If this is Ace's real history, then it throws into doubt everything Ace has done,” Owen explained.

We brought you in to find the truth. So we need you to tell us nothing but the truth. Your friendship with Rosalyn cannot sway you,” Zero said sternly.

“I let nothing get in the way of my quest for scientific fact! Rosalyn knows that better than anyone,” Nishan said with a smile. Ace leaned across the table, his eyes pleading.

“This isn’t what it looks like, Nishan. You know I would never do this,” Ace spoke up.

"That's enough, Ace. Let him work," Zero commanded.

Ace clenched his teeth, but he sat down and kept his mouth shut. Zero and the others watched as Nishan looked over the document.

Rosalyn stood with her arms crossed, feeling her heart pound. Every now and then, she shot a quick glance at Ace as Nishan studied it. He had a calm, unreadable look on his face as he inspected the memo.

Nishan's brow creases more with each passing moment.

“Hmm…” he murmured.

“What are you doing now, Nishan? Didn't you already run those tests?” Zero asked.

“What? I mean, yes, but... there's always a margin of error with these things,” he started to stammer.

“Nishan. Just tell us. Is the memo real?” Zero pressed, leaning in.

“Well, you see, ha ha... can, uh... can anyone really determine whether…” Nishan trailed off, casting a panicked glance at Rosalyn.

As Nishan stumbled with his words, Rosalyn’s heart was racing. He was hesitating. Why? Had he found something?

“Come on, Nishan… just be honest with us,” she urged. Her heartbeat raced faster as Nishan continued to fidget nervously.

“The memo... it's a forgery,” he finally admitted. Nishan presented his findings to the Council. With each word, they grew angrier and angrier. “In conclusion, the chemical profile of the card stock, along with the ink brand, all point to this sample being printed as recently as last week.”

“Rosalyn, are you serious right now? How could you sink this low?” Owen said with a scowl.

“You produced a forgery to discredit your school's elected representative,” Zero chided.

��I… I thought it was real!” she stammered.

Ace stared at her with that same dumbfounded expression, but Rosalyn could swear she saw one corner of his mouth turn up ever so slightly.

“You thought it was real, huh?” Zero asked. “Then where did you get it?”

Before she could respond, Ace cut in. "Whoa, whoa. It's okay. No harm done. Rosalyn was just trying to do what was right for her school. Isn't that right, Rosie?"

Rosalyn’s head whipped around to glare at Ace, her rage bubbling up.

In a surprisingly calm, steely tone, she said, “Ace, you don’t need to speak for me.”

“I don't know what I did to hurt you, Rosalyn, but I'm sorry you feel the need to lash out at me like this,” he said.

Rosalyn gripped the back of her chair, fighting to keep her cool. He's infuriating... acting like he's done nothing wrong...

“Save the charm for somebody who cares,” she bit out before turning to the rest of the Council members. “Ace has been manipulating the Council since the very beginning! He's trying to get back at my school for winning the Hamilton Internship, and he won't stop until my school gets shut down.”

“By serving as your rep? Sorry, but that's kinda hard to believe,” Owen said, crossing his arms.

“Ha! I knew Rosalyn couldn’t be trusted. This looks more like personal vengeance,” Asher pointed out with a smirk. “It’s not very becoming of you to be so vindictive, Rosalyn.”

Rosalyn turned her attention back to Ace, “You know, Ace, when you're done stabbing everyone in the back, when there's no one left to betray... you're going to be alone. You know that, right?”

“That’s enough, Rosalyn,” Zero warned.

“Now get out before we kick you out,” Asher added.

Rosalyn clenched her hands into fists, but she knew this was a losing battle. She was backed into a corner, and there was nothing else she could do without making a bigger fool of herself.

She gave one last look of fury to Ace, then spun on her heel and stomped out of the room. Ace called after her in the hallway.

“Rosalyn! Rosie, wait up. Listen. I figure you're pretty confused right now,” he yelled out. She stopped but didn't turn around.

“What do you want?”

“Gotta say, last night was… something. A weaker man would’ve probably fallen for your little plot,” he said. “The pizza, the movie, us falling asleep into each other’s arms, just like old times. Then you waited until I was out of the picture to snoop. A bit underhanded, but I probably would’ve done something similar.”

“I almost had you, and you know it,” she snapped. Ace merely chuckled.

“The memo was bait, and you swallowed it whole. You played smart, but you just can't stake your entire reputation on a single piece of evidence,” he said. He put a hand on her shoulder. “Looks like through it all, I’m still teaching you things.”

She glared at him, fuming beyond words. Rosalyn felt a rush of anger at the smug look on Ace's face, at him placing a hand on her shoulder.

She jerked back. "Don’t touch me."

“You understand, don't you? You make friends everywhere you go, loyal ones still on the Council. I wasn't sure I could turn them against you. I had to make you turn them against you yourself. And I just did,” he continued.

“Well played,” she said bitterly.

“Come now, Rosie. There’s still a bright side in all this. After Lakeside closes down, I’m sure you’d be a shoo-in at Kepler. We could be unstoppable together. Like we should have from the beginning. Maybe this little charade of ours could be real again.”

The feelings Rosalyn had been struggling to keep from boiling over finally erupted.

“You are unbelievable,” she hissed, shaking with anger. “You can’t honestly expect me to— is this a joke?”

“Why would I joke about something like this, Rosie,” he said.

“Enough with the ‘Rosie’! You don’t get to call me Rosie, not anymore,” she growled. “And what, I’m just supposed to let your little plan pan out, join Kepler, and we take over the universe, or whatever grand scheme you dream up?”

“We’d change the world,” he said, as though it was the most obvious conclusion. “You and me. Like it was always meant to be. When everything is right again and we'll never have anyone taking things they don't deserve. Never again.”

She wanted to continue to be angry, but all she could do was laugh. All the stress of the past days was finally taking its toll. “You honestly think I'm just going to turn my back on my school that easily? You think I’m just going to leave Lakeside behind?!”

“Of course not. You love your school, and you’d fight me to the end before you’d give it up,” he said. Rosalyn was shocked by his answer. It was exactly right, which was the most infuriating thing of all.

“Then how can you possibly even suggest I join you, after everything?” she whispered.

“Even if it was just a trick to get one over on me, you wouldn’t have spent the night with me if you didn’t still have feelings,” he continued. "Surely you had other methods of snooping around?"

“I was exhausted,” she lied. “I had to try anything.”

“And your only option was to fall asleep into my arms?” he pressed, clearly not believing her.

"You left a blanket on me!" she retorted. “Maybe you care too much yourself and you’re projecting on me.”

“That night was not one-sided, and you know it,” Ace said . “We both knew it was a farce, and yet…There was a moment between us… a connection.”

Rosalyn knew exactly what he was talking about, and there was nothing she wanted more than to tell him to stop, that it was all in his head. But her heart, as much as she wanted to deny it, longed for the comfort of being with him again.

Her heart was weak where he was involved. But her pride was stronger.

She clenched her fists to keep from screaming, even though some small part of her wanted to. "I wish you had never walked through the doors of Lakeside. I wish I’d never stepped foot on Kepler. I wish I'd never met you. Whatever this–" she gestured between herself and Ace. “--is, I want no part of it. We’re done.”

She stormed out, blocking out whatever else Ace had to say to her.

Back on campus, she paced nervously in the journalism classroom, a painful lump in her throat.

“So what you're saying is... Ace manipulated us into having our school paper run a libelous hit piece on the one student trying to clean up our scandals,” Wes said, running his hands over his face. “This is so much worse than the cheating ring…”

“He played me,” Rosalyn said shakily. “I thought we had him on the ropes, but he wasn't even in the ring. I got too eager, I jumped the gun. This is all my fault.”

Wes shook his head. “No way. This isn’t your fault. You had no way of knowing… None of us did. This is on him. All of this.”

“No, I should have listened to you. I-I thought I could handle Ace on my own, a-and now…”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. “Hey, hey, hey… Don’t do that to yourself. This is not your fault at all. I fell for it too.”

Rosalyn buried her head against his chest, tears stinging her eyes. “What do we do… What are we gonna do now?”

Wes was uncomfortably quiet for a moment, rubbing her back.

“You said you didn't want to leave the board's vote to chance. Well, it's not up to chance anymore…” Wes murmured.

“The Council's next open session is tomorrow. If they vote in the proposal, it's over,” Rosalyn murmured.

That evening, Rosalyn sat alone in the gallery of the auditorium as the Council convened an open session. Wes offered to come inside with her, but she told him she didn’t want him to see her like this. He hung around on the steps, waiting for it all to end. Ace, looking unphased from Rosalyn’s outburst yesterday, brought up the proposal to close Lakeside.

“Now that Asher's put forth this motion, it is with a heavy heart that I forward it for a vote,” Ace said. “I still firmly believe that this school is a great place, a welcoming community with untapped potential. But with the recent cheating ring and the corruption of the student paper, it's clear that the school I represent has lost its way. It must be closed, for the sake of our district.”

“Amen to that!” Asher called out, only quieting down when a council member gave him a glare.

“This proposal requires a unanimous vote to pass. When your school is called, please state your vote, aye or nay. Hearst High…” Ace continued.

“Aye…” Kara seemed…disappointed, almost, as she cast her vote.

As each school was called, Rosayln felt the lump in her throat grow tighter and tighter.

“And finally, representing the school in question, my vote is…” Ace looked into the darkness of the auditorium, finding Rosalyn’s eyes. The corners of his lips formed the flicker of a smirk. “Aye…”

“A unanimous vote. The proposal will go on to the district board for consideration in one week,” Zero said.

“Now, onto the next order of business..” Ace said casually. Rosalyn got up, storming out of City Hall as tears began to flood her eyes.

“Rosalyn!” Wes ran outside, jogging to catch up with her. “Hey! Don’t go...”

Rosalyn ignored his attempts to get her to slow down and kept running. Her body shook as she struggled to hold herself together. As she ran home, she tried to come with any plan, anything to stop what was already set in motion. Her rage and heartbreak burned through her thoughts.

Her father opened the door before she could unlock it.

"I thought you’d still be at that Council meeting– Rosalyn, are you alright?" Dr. Brinkwater asked. He took one look at her face and immediately wrapped her up in his arms.

Rosalyn couldn't keep herself together anymore. The moment her father's arms encircled her, her heart shattered, and the tears poured out of her with heaving sobs. Dr.Brinkwater led her inside, helping her onto the couch as she cried.

It felt like an eternity. Every time she thought she was done, a fresh round of tears would erupt from the bottomless ocean of despair inside her. But eventually, the sobs finally faded, leaving behind only hiccups and sniffles. Her father handed her a tissue, and she wiped away the tear-streaked mess that was her face.

“I messed up,” she finally said.

“What do you mean, you messed up?” her father asked. He took her hands into his own, giving them a small squeeze.

Rosalyn took a shaky breath, not lifting her eyes to look at her dad. “I failed everyone. My friends, my classmates, the school… Lakeside is going to close, and it’s my fault. I was supposed to stop Ace… but he got one over on me like he always does!”

“Ace was behind all this?” Dr.Brinkwater asked.

She nodded. “The cheating ring, the scandal, the proposal to shut us down… It was all part of his plan. And he won.”

“Well, there has to be a way to stop this. The board hasn’t made their decision yet, so there must be something we can do.” Her dad said. "That boy forgets I run the board. I'll talk to my colleagues to see if we can shoot the proposal down.”

Rosalyn shook her head. "Ace might try to get you out of the way too," she sniffled. “He’s done it before.

Her dad gave her a small smile. “Don’t worry about me, Rosalyn. I’m the grownup here, remember. I can handle myself fine, I promise. Let me take care of this. In the meantime, you should go get some rest. I’ll bring your dinner up in a few minutes.”

#au: atigasiabssslily #hss prime #otp: rosalace #oc: rosalyn brinkwater #high school story #long post

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