#idk if she’ll go for it because usually she likes bags with a ton of compartments but like.. realistically she doesn’t need to be carrying

[bladeshowers]

RELATIONSHIPS  — TALK ABOUT THE MUSE.

NAME: amara silverthorne / ceres novus / rhea ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: bisexual  RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single *(verse dependent obvs. ceres’ main verse she’s with souls-of-arcadia‘s Amon as most of that verse/time period of her life is built around that specific au.) FAVOURITE CANON SHIP: uhh...oc’s/wol’s don’t really have a canon ship?? sweats. I have my head canons/preferences for certain things as Amara & her previous iterations definitely has a type. That type is usually “not good for her” or “step on me”. FAVOURITE NON-CANON SHIP: Amara has a huge crush on Almet from the First. DOES THAT COUNT AS NON-CANON SHIP?! I don’t know what counts. Also Sidurgu, Hilda, and Granson. UHH yeah idk. I would ship her with most canons or characters if the circumstances were right? Even traditionally antagonistic characters...because honestly she gravitates more towards them. Though Aymeric and Haurchefant make/made her swoon. Also like everyone else, WoL/Hythlo/Emet, or any combination there of?? also seatedsacrifice has made me a big fan of elidibis/wol when I had never considered it before :) OPINION ON TRUE LOVE:  Amara doesn’t really believe in it. She kind of believes there are multiple soulmates for everyone and it’s more about when and where you line up. (I do have certain rps with certain individuals where soul mates are a thing we’re playing with. Both the canon timeline, ancient, and aus. But obviously this isn’t true outside of stuff with souls-of-arcadia ahsdjkas.) OPINIONS ON LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: She believes in lust at first sight...Which is something she experiences fairly frequently. she’s quite open with her physical desires towards others. Ceres was also this way. rhea was much more discreet with her affections, but she was always content to jump into physical things before allowing someone to gain access to her heart. HOW ROMANTIC ARE THEY?: Mixed bag. She can be exceptionally romantic when she wants to be and the inspiration is sparked within her. Generally though, she is very physically affectionate, which is how she shows her love. Her other thing is trying to get thoughtful gifts, but that can also be hit or miss. She tries, truly. Ceres was more romantic when she was alive and enjoyed very traditional things like flowers, being the one to sew her partners clothes, cooking meals together, etc. Rhea was hopelessly romantic but didn't get to indulge in it as often as she would have liked. IDEAL PHYSICAL TRAITS: Taller than her. Conventionally attractive??? Though that’s also a guess since that can be up to interpretation. She does gravitate towards dark hair.  IDEAL PERSONALITY TRAITS: Stubborn. Egotistical. Manipulative. Intelligent. Sly. Confident. Loyal. Dependable. Passionate. UNATTRACTIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS: I - *makes face* *gestures wildly and shrugs* Her attention gets caught by physical appearance and stays depending on how someone treats her specifically. As long as someone treats her halfway decently, gives her a ton of attention, and doesn’t cross her own personal moral lines, she’ll usually look the other way of less than ideal traits. IDEAL DATE: She has two though they’re really variations of one another. The first would be someone cooking her a really lovely meal (or taking her out for food), giving her a massage or bathing with her and cuddling. Lots of skin on skin it makes her happy. The other would be going out for a picnic in a really beautiful but secluded area and just gazing up at the sky and talking or going swimming together. DO THEY HAVE A TYPE?: Bad for Her (TM). AVERAGE RELATIONSHIP LENGTH:  UH she wants to be with someone forever once she actually falls in love with them. But she generally has not been in a long term relationship before. Same is true for Ceres and Rhea. PREFERRED NON-SEXUAL INTIMACY: Cuddling with or without clothes. Also just bathing together. She enjoys it immensely. COMMITMENT LEVEL: Barnacle. OPINION OF PUBLIC AFFECTION:  She’s not a huge fan, weirdly. She’ll accept some, brief kisses, pecks on the cheek, maybe a pat on the rear here or there. The only one she truly likes is someone placing their hand on her lower back. It's kind of a possessive touch, and she likes feeling it.  PAST RELATIONSHIPS?: Mostly one night stands and crushes unless plotted otherwise. Which I don’t think I’ve plotted an ex’s thing yet which saddens me. I love that. XD

tagged by: I stole it from everyone off the dash :DDD tagging: whispers EVERYONE

#mistakes i couldn't undo (amara musings) #long post #IMA DO THIS FOR ALL MY CHARACTERS GOOD LUCK #set the rains on fire (amara allagan verse)

[multiplefandomsblog]

Streaming Relationship HCS w/ Chiaki

request(s); omg ur requests are open???? AAAJDJAKFHW ok so this might sound weird but like- relationship hcs with chiaki and a s/o who stream together, like on twitch or some shit BAHAHDJAH

sorry if that’s really specific i just think it’s a really cute idea LMAO have an amazing day ily guys <333

paring(s); streamer! Chiaki x streamer! S/o, special appearance of Hajime x Komaeda (Platonic or romantic, depends on how you perceive it)

warnings(s); light cussing, unedited, tackling???? but not like in a fight or anything, smash bros if that’s a trigger- idrk how streams work and what type of games they play — but i tried watching one and it was pretty cool :000 am still confused if i wrote this right though;;; probably more relationship gaming hcs than streaming :’) but i tried!!!! anyway back to warnings, gender-neutral reader, teeth-rotting fluff, mention of chloroform(it’s not how you think i used it for tho, no one gets drugged dw), silent treatment, sugar rushes, simps lmfao wtf-

note; WEEEEE OKAY SO I INITIALLY THOUGHT THAT THIS WOULD BE HARD CONSIDERING IVE NEVER WATCHED A TWITCH STREAM IN MY LIFE AND IDK WHAT IT IS BUT ASDHBSDKFHJBFAS AFTER SOME ‘RESEARCH’ I TOTALLY JUST WENT HAM AND IDEAS JUST FLOWED LIKE AN ANIMAL CROSSING RIVER — anyway, hope you enjoy!!! AA

- mod chia

◊ Okay so, I think that during streams, Chiaki probably wouldn’t talk that much; and when she did, it was usually just small quiet, cute and questionable things that make you take a minute — and then die(of laughter).

The whole quiet thing is just a façade, isn’t it!? >:0

◊ If she ever loses a game, or loses some inventory, she won’t have that big of a reaction, but she’ll abruptly stop and tense. Her first instinct however, to calm herself down, is, well, you. So she’ll take a deep breath — only it’s in your chest,,, and she can’t breathe. She will just lean over to you, stuff her face in your chest and then- *SNIFFFF* 

◊ She’ll probably stay there for a while and just kind of… forget her loss, as well as forget she was on a stream(oops). 

◊ “Yeah, just give me a mmmm- minute… or more… I think.” Her voice would be muffled from the material of your shirt, and slightly drowsy — your scent is intoxicating, it’s almost like chloroform for her. One inhale, and she’s —

◊ “Chiaki...? Chiaki? W- we’re on a stream-” HAH Good luck waking her up, she’s out like a light — not only that, she will whine if you wake her up, better yet, she’ll climb further onto you until you almost fall off your gaming chair, or bean bag... bean bags are dope. *wait, i just got an idea- hol’ up

◊ It’s awkward as shit on the stream; especially when there’s people simping for your gamer girlfriend. 

◊ Right after Chiaki feels you give up on trying to rouse her, she’ll immediately take your moment of vulnerability to climb into our lap and bury her nose in your shoulder, getting comfortable before the soft snores start again. It’s so abrupt and on cue, that it makes you wonder if she was just faking her sleep, or if it was just pure muscle memory.

◊ Yes, muscle memory. 

◊ She’s done this so many times out of streams, and in, that it’s literally become instinct.

◊ You cannot start a stream without Chiaki knowing, she has your notifications on, so the moment you go live, you will hear a very silent, but full-of-emotion gasp in the other room — or even the other side of the planet depending on where you guys are located. 

◊ If you start a stream without her, she will give you the silent treatment for one hour. That’s right, one whole hour. So don’t betray her trust, one hour is longer than you think it is — you’d learn that the hard way.

◊ She may cave in after one hour, but she will definitely bring it up in a passive-aggressive way.

— “Chiaki? Are you going to order some food?” “Are you going to invite me to your next stream?” It’d be quiet, a near whisper, but you can still hear how whiny- furious she is. 

◊ If you two were streamers, it’d definitely be Chiaki who introduced you to it first, and invited you to her stream first too. Your relationship known to everyone else is kind of like,, Chiaki is player 1, and you’re player 2; if that makes sense...?

◊ Point is, everyone knows Chiaki better than you — but after some time, you two kind of become a team instead. And this was always her plan too! She always wanted to be a gaming team with you, so if you ever streamed or gamed without her, she will get mad. 

◊ — doesn’t mean she won’t play against you, however. 

◊ If you did get her mad, she will destroy you at street fighter. And at a shit ton of other games too; less merciful than usual. You swear you can see an almost terrifying fierceness in her eye as she jabs at the buttons loudly — everyone on the stream are just, nervously sweating for you.

◊ You guys probably have a cute, pastel themed gaming room with bean bags, and just shelves and shelves of imported snacks and instant noodles. The keyboard is pastel coloured, the computer, the bean bags*, everything is pastel themed and coloured; extremely soft to the eye, especially after gaming, it’s just very nice and soft for when your eyes get sore :)

◊ As mentioned earlier, you two are an unseparable team. Whenever you two are playing 2v2 against Komaeda and Hajime, you always end up in the same time — whether if it’s because you two chose to do so, or the game spinner chose for you.

◊ You suspect it’s probably because of Komaeda’s luck — but it’s nice to think that the universe ships you both together, right? 

◊ Chiaki definitely carries you, but she really doesn’t mind; it’s easy for her. And honestly, she’s just glad you’re playing with her. You being there is a huge supreme factor to her winning most of the games too. The motivation to win for her super hot partner, and to be the hero is very active when you’re sitting knee-to-knee to her.

◊ So yeah, she obliterates Hajime and Komaeda at Smash Bros because she wants to see you praise her and be impressed <33

◊ Praise her though. Seriously.

◊ Give her head pats, hug her(the favoured option), or cheer for her; all that really matters, is that she knows you’re proud of her — even if it’s live, and millions are watching, just shamelessly praise her. Your opinion matters a lot to her, so make sure to take care of that fact, take care of her.

◊ She’d definitely do the same for you!! >:000

◊ If she drank a lot of soda from the mini fridge(yes, you two have a mini fridge), and she’s super energetic from the sugar/caffeine rush, you will bet your sore ass(from sitting, get your mind out of the gutter), that she will tackle you to the ground and start squishing her forehead against yours as she stares you uncomfortably in the eye, “How did you do that!?” she’d be so proud of you, but mostly — she needed to know. How the hell. You did that.

◊ She’ll probably be vibrating from the energy, and when she gets up, she literally starts talking to everyone on the stream at a volume that may be too loud — but she doesn’t care so — “You guys saw that right...?!” through slurred speech and energy that had slowly been draining within each second, she’ll probably last on that sugar rush for a couple more seconds before clinging onto you and just. Sleeping.

#mod chia #danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa oneshot #danganronpa fluff #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa headcanons #sdr2 x reader #sdr2 #sdr2 chiaki #dr chiaki x reader #dr chiaki #chiaki nanami #chiaki nanami x reader #chiaki x reader #chiaki fluff #chiaki #chiaki nanami fluff #chiaki nanami headcanons #chiaki x reader headcanons #chiaki fluff headcanons #super danganronpa 2 #super danganronpa goodbye despair

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ariana birthday hcs !! —

it’s september 1st in south korea & japan rn,,,, so you know what that means

26th birthday hcs 👁👁

(this post is long as hell so brace urselves lmao)

on the morning of her birthday, ariana is woken up by either twitter and message notifications or her husband

her fans are blowing up her mentions with birthday wishes and her family & friends are doing the same, so bet that she has about a million notifs

since byakuya gets ready for work before ariana, he usually comes back to wake her up (even if she’s already up lol)

he hands her coffee (a caramel macchiato with a shit ton of cream and three sugars), tells her “good morning” and “happy birthday, love,” and kisses her on the forehead

(SOBBINFGMNBKJHBMK)

they usually have a short lil conversation about whatever (what they’re going to do that day, ariana’s birthday, other random topics) before byakuya tells ariana to go to work lol

but before she does, she usually opens twitter and scrolls down her birthday hashtags (which are already trending with about 100,000 or so tweets lmao), and responds to her text messages

three hashtags i came up with are “#AutumnFairyAri,” “#26WishesForAriana,” and “#아름이하트27개” (#27HeartsForAhreum) 🥺

(the last one is because ariana is 27 in korea lol)

guaranteed that she’s smiling like an idiot at those tweets lol

if her fans are lucky, ariana might like their post. if they’re extra lucky, she might even respond-

(cue the combustion of her fanbase)

then she posts a lil morning selfie, thanks her fans for all the birthday wishes, complains about how she has to go to work on her birthday, and then she finally gets ready for work lol

as ariana does, her fanbase is literally in flames lmao they’re screaming at her new selfie (“LOOK AT HER HAIR OMG MNJSHFJFMNGJ” - one of ariana’s fans, most likely), flooding her comment section, and taking over the trending page

ari and byakuya usually leave together, and ariana gets dropped off first, so when she does, they usually say goodbye to each other & byakuya gives her another kiss on the head

ofc they say “i love you” to each other, and if anyone around them has sumn to say about it, then byakuya can just make their jobs disappear !! 😗✌🏽

once ariana gets to work, she’s immediately greeted by another round of birthday wishes and the occasional gift (because oh my GOD she gets so many from her staff)

the best gift comes from her manager of 22 years, yoo miyeon. that woman is literally like ariana’s second mother it’s so cute-

miyeon usually says something along the lines of “remember when you were shorter than me ???” (it is now the other way around lmao)

near the end of her day, ariana sits in her company’s conference room, goes live on vlive, and opens the shit ton of gifts, cards, letters, and bouquets that were sent to her by her fans (and god damn doesn’t she get a lot-)

(ariana loves the bouquets,,, she literally squeals every time she sees that she got another one :(( she’ll be making flower arrangements with all of them later on lol and she’ll probably go live again 👁👁)

her birthday lives are one of the things ariana loves the most. she gets to speak to her fans, speak to her staff all casually, and her fans get to see her again. it’s a win-win :))

(bet, byakuya is watching that live when he has the time and has sent a message to ariana. when she spots his message, knows it’s him, and gets incredibly happy is one of the best moments of the live)

she also speaks to her family (they’re all in korea and america while she’s in japan 😕) during the live !! near the end, ari blows out the candles of the cakes that were bought for her by her staff and her family, and she answers questions from her fans

(lol remember back in 2011 when ari’s fans thought she was gonna finish high school & come back to korea, but instead she met this tall blond mf, fell in love with him, moved in with him, and then ended up marrying him 10 years later so now she’s really not coming back ??? lmao good times 🤣🤣🤣)

it’s a v nice moment & if you miss it, that’s such a loss lol ariana rarely goes live since she’s always so busy

after well over 12 hours, ari’s work day is finally over. on those types of days, she gets home before byakuya at around 7 or 8pm

after work, both of them go to dinner !! :))

while byakuya is coming home, ariana just gets ready. there’s a dress from byakuya that was hung by his staff in ariana’s closet (it’s black and designer, ofc 🙄✋🏽), and all ari has to do is shower, do her hair and makeup, pick out her shoes, and pick out a bag from the literal hundreds that she has

say it with me, y’all !! bag hag

ariana goes live on instagram while she does that as some kind of “get ready with with me” thing. she gets to talk to her fans again (especially her stan twitter ones lol), ask how she should style her hair & do her makeup, and ask what accessories she should choose

she also plays music in the background (especially britney spears, christina aguilera, the pussycat dolls, rihanna, nelly furtado, gwen stefani, lee hyori, or hyuna because they make her feel hotter than she already is lmao) !!

and ari sings to whatever’s playing and she gets haruka-

(am i allowed to put her here ??? i’ll just put here here lol 🤪)

-to say hi & help with her hair and makeup, so ariana’s lives are just a gold mine worth of content lmao

byakuya comes home just a lil while before ariana’s finished, and ofc, she forces asks him to say hi to her fans

lmao all that man does is silently wave with the world’s straightest face, and the chat is just yelling about how fine he is (“GO OFF RICH BOY” - one off ariana’s fans, probably). like HE’S NOT DOING ANYTHINGFGDHMBK

but as they should 😩☝🏽

ariana asks her fans if she should leave or stay on the live for a while longer, and ofc, they usually say that she should stay,,,, but that woman rarely listens tbh ASMNKHJFMNJK

she might stay for like,,, 5 minutes, but usually, she just leaves lmao

a lil while before she and byakuya leave, they talk to each other and to haruka for a while, and haruka probably most definitely takes polaroid pictures of ari and byakuya before they leave lol

(ariana def posts those on twitter later and all byakuya does is retweet them)

(but ofc he’ll tweet out a post wishing his wife a happy birthday,,, okay byakuya, look at you making progress !!)

the restaurant ariana and byakuya go to is of course very fancy and luxurious (it probably serves french cuisine too lmao). ari insists that they get a table on the rooftop, and since it’s her birthday (and since he loves her sm), byakuya complies :))

they talk the entire night, and if she can, ariana reaches over to hold byakuya’s hand most of the time :((

(taking a bit from rae’s hcs on how byakuya would celebrate his s/o’s birthday,,,,, like i’ve kinda been doing the whole time 🚶🏽‍♀️)

after dinner, the two of them will take a walk through tokyo. ariana would love it (well, not really, because she’s wearing literal heels lmao), especially since she and byakuya rarely get to do things like that. she’ll be taking pictures of things she finds interesting and would 100% ask byakuya to take pictures of her (and vice versa)

(she’s posting those on twitter too,,, ariana nation is getting fed well lol)

and then they can finally go back home and stay home, and ariana can finally open the rest of her gifts !!

they’re gifts from her family, her close friends, and of course, from byakuya and haruka !! ari’s literally smiling the whole time as she opens her presents (especially the ones from her family,,, hayley’s homemade birthday cards are always so cute 🥺), and haruka has that polaroid camera out again

(ariana: does anything)

(haru: you’re doing great sweetie !! 😀📸)

idk exactly what ariana would want for her birthday (tmw you don’t even know the preferences of your own character 🧍🏽‍♀️), but most likely, it’s either something homemade or a designer item lmao (mainly another purse-)

fun fact: her aunt josephine spoils the shit out of her lol like ariana could see a bunch of bags from chanel, louis vuitton, and yves saint laurent and automatically think “yeah, that’s my aunt lol”

ariana facetimes her family again, as well !! they get to speak to byakuya and haruka, they sing “happy birthday” to her in korean, they ask her if she liked their gifts, and it’s just a very cute family moment :))

it’s like,,, 11pm by the time ari finishes opening her presents, so she really has to go to bed

before that though, she spams her followers with the pictures that were taken, and posts one last “thank you” tweet before her birthday inevitably ends 😕

(well not really since it’s gonna be september 1st in other parts of the world lmao)

“everyone! thank u sooo much for all the birthday wishes u gave me today! it wouldn’t have been such a great one without y’all, my family, my best friends, my husband (@ByakuyaTogami), and my no. 1 fan, my sister-in-law lmao (@harukaonice). i love each and every single one of y’all with my entire heart, and i’m so glad u love me just as much 🥺 i saw as many of ur posts as i could, and i just wanna thank y’all for reaching over a million tweets! can’t believe y’all think that i’m that important lol (i mean, ofc i am 🙄✋🏻) anyways, once again, thank y’all smmmm! love y’all lots!! <3 ari <3” - ariana’s tweet 🥺 (that she posts in four different languages lol; english, korean, japanese, and french !!)

(SHE’S SUCH A SWEETHEART IM LITERALLY CRINGHMNHJDJGKM)

then ariana and byakuya finally go to sleep (it’s like 1am now jesus christ-), and ariana’s twitter notifications are still blowing tf up lmao

n e ways, that ends this behemoth of a post !! happy birthday to my baby, ariana park and even though she doesn’t exist (😕), i hope she enjoys it to the fullest !!

bonus !!

if she has a public appearance scheduled before or on her birthday, if fans are allowed to attend, they sing “happy birthday” to her whenever they see her !!

like, she could be entering a building and they would sing it, and then she could exit a few hours later & they’ll sing it again lol

ariana’s just like, “babes, you already sang this to me earlier !!”

when it comes to her “more important” birthdays (although her birthdays are always important)—such as her 18th, 20th, or 21st birthdays—ariana will throw quite a big party. like there would be a bunch of celebrities and popular society figures on the list,,, it would be a whole spectacle that the average person could only dream of getting into lmao (like me, ofc 🚶🏽‍♀️)

when ari was a child, her parents would throw a birthday party for her nearly every year lol,,, and while they were living in korea together, they would have dinner with nearly their entire family, too

(she always got two cakes, too,,, like it’s just kinda tradition for the park family at this point lol)

since ariana and jungkook (from bts) share the same birthday, either one of them message each other to wish each other a happy birthday !! ari also sends him a gift, while jungkook posts said gift on twitter and probably fanboys,,, i have a feeling that he would be a fan of her and her dramas,,, as well as the rest of bts

(they have each other’s numbers because ariana is a korean celebrity and they’ve attended events together on multiple occasions,,, ofc she and bts know each other lmao)

and i forgot to mention, but haruka would totally watch ariana’s birthday vlive if she didn’t have practice or something,,, probably sending as many messages as she can & aggressively hearting the live lmao,,, that girl really is ariana’s biggest fan SKJMNNFJMK

i also forgot to mention that JH entertainment (ariana’s agency) releases photos from a birthday photo shoot that they did with her !! they have different themes every year and they’re always so cute :((

they’re also taken prior to ariana’s actually birthday, especially since she’s always in japan now lol (but like,,, how do people not notice her going back and forth between korea & japan sometimes-)

(also, big verified accounts and celebrities on twitter & instagram wishing ariana a happy birthday >>>>>)

(celebrity tingz 🤪)

n e ways, now i’m done !! happy birthday, ari ilysm <3

(the character of haruka togami belongs to @raes-ramblings, btw !!)

#this took ALL FUCKING DAY #i started this when i was going to school & now school’s almost OVER #oh GAWD 🧎🏽‍♀️ #i’m so glad i finished this tho !! it was so fun to write :)) #once again happy birthday ari ily with all my heart !! #(and congrats on ur marriage 👀) #cece speaks :) #cece writes :) #danganronpa #danganronpa oc #headcanons #trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #trigger happy havoc oc #oc headcanons #byakuya togami #byakuya x oc #oc x canon

[sincerelyella]

It’s Your Love - happy birthday Burnsy!

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Drake x OC (Alyssa); Liam x MC (Ella)

Song Inspiration: It’s Your Love by Tim McGraw & Faith Hill

Characters belong to Pixelberry; OC Alyssa Devereaux belongs to my sister @burnsoslow​; Ella Brooks belongs to me.

Summary: The gang coordinates a surprise for Alyssa’s birthday.

A/N: It’s my Burnsy’s birthday and I’m sure everything I’m going to say she already knows! Firstly, I’m so sorry I changed my mind about which AU and which song for this fic like 47545024 million trillion times. Burns just freaking gets me mmkay? She’s my nakie twin, my soul sister, my football bestie and my biggest cheerleader. GUYS! Idk how I could have gotten through this year without her checking in on me, our football conversations or her amazing (and haaawwwwt) fics. Some dialogue in this fic, btw, was taken from a conversation we really had (and as usual, she is hilarious).

Burns, you know that I love you a BUTT TON and I will fight ANYBODY for you (where’s my vaseline?!) Thank you for always being in my corner, for giving me SEVERAL pep talks this year (because I’m dramatic), for believing in me when I sometimes didn’t believe in myself, and for loving me SO HARD. I really hope you have an amazing day and you enjoy your bday dessert and that you like this little fic.

-> please note, this is a rereblog and I am adding this fic to my ML. Today is not actually our sweet Burnsy’s birthday even though we would all like it to be lol

A/N2: This is set in The Loft AU by the way! Check it out here if you haven’t seen these guys’ shenanigans.

Warnings: Adult language, sexual innuendos, and major fluff guys!! The birthday girl wanted to be swooned and I will do my damndest to give her whatever she wants today.

Thank you so much @alyssalauren​ for letting me vent and letting me harass you with my whining … and listening to me change my mind about this for WEEKS - and also prereading for me along with @ofpixelsandscribbles​. I love you guys so much!

Words: 3149 (oops)

Alyssa was not feeling well. The more she coughed, the more she felt like death. “Oh, God, I feel like my brain is going to explode into itty bitty pieces,” she moaned with her arm draped over her face.

Drake bit his lip in an effort to stop a chuckle. She’s so fucking cute, and whiny. But cute. “Baby, it’s just a cold, you’ll be fine.” He slid onto their large king-sized bed and began to rub her lower back.

“It’s not! It’s the plague! Those kids at school don’t cover their mouths and sneeze up into the air! Like, I can see particles of their spit, just wafting,” she complained as she waved her hand in the air, mimicking the particles. “I bet you it landed on me or I inhaled that shit and now, look at me!” Her cute nose was reddened slightly from blowing out copious amounts of snot. She was seriously thinking about shoving some tissue in each nostril just to make sure nothing dripped.

Drake moved his hands upward and massaged her shoulders gently. “I can make you some soup,” he nibbled on her earlobe. “And make you feel … relaxed.”

“Mmmm,” she shivered at his words and sniffled. “Yes, baby, make me feel relaxed!”

A little while later

After Drake’s impressive two hour session of making Alyssa feel better, loud knocks sounded at their bedroom door.

“Lyssa!” Ella bellowed. “Lyss, you’re not answering my phone calls! Are you dead?!”

“No,” she croaked from the bed and stifled a laugh when Drake tripped trying to put on his boxers. “I was just getting my back blown out by my hot boyfriend.”

“Ew, TMI! Okay, are you covered up? I’m coming in!”

“No!” Drake yelled as he hurriedly threw on his pants. “Do not come in here, Brooks! I’m fucking naked!”

“Like I haven’t seen a naked man before,” Ella pushed open the door and rolled her eyes at Drake. “You aren’t even naked, Walker, get a grip.”

“No damn privacy around here,” he grumbled as he looked for a shirt in the closet.

“Hi!” Alyssa called out hoarsely from the bed as she tucked her comforter around her naked body. “I didn’t go to work today, I felt like death was coming for me.”

“I could hear you coughing from the kitchen. So, your blood pressure and that gnarly cough you have are what’s concerning me.”

“Yeah,” Lyss frowned and sniffed. “The cough is rough.”

“And gunky huh? Are you spitting up weird colored stuff?”

“No, it's clear and phlegmy!”

Ella narrowed her eyes on her best friend. “Lyss, did you take your blood pressure today?”

“I … umm no, I don’t like the machine.”

Ella let out a sigh. “You have to babe!”

Lyss’s bottom lip quivered. “I get scared my arm will explode.”

“Lyssa.”

The lip quiver always works with Drake. “… yes?”

“Your arm won’t explode.”

“If it malfunctions it could!”

Ella rubbed her hands over her face. “Alyssa!”

“In one of the Halloween movies, Michael Myers killed someone in the hospital by putting a BP cuff around their neck and pumping it until their head exploded!”

“What the fuck? Okay, no more Halloween movies for you!”

“But-”

“It’s not going to explode, Alyssa. You need to take your blood pressure. Do I have to hogtie you?”

“No ma’am, I’m taller than you!”

“By ½ an inch!”

Ella switched tactics. “If you don’t do this, I’m going to get Drake on you.”

Lyss giggled. “That’s hardly a punishment.”

Ella’s eye twitched and Alyssa held back a laugh.

After another 10 minutes, Alyssa finally agreed to only check her blood pressure if Ella did it for her and Drake had to hold her hand. Once the numbers were acceptable to Ella, Alyssa added to her terms. “Also, I want chicken noodle soup and those little soup crackers” - she sniffled - “and coffee.”

“Why not tea? That’s better I think,” Ella brushed some hair off of her best friend’s forehead.

“Coffee.”

“Cream isn’t a good idea for-”

Drake gave Ella a look.

“I mean … sure!”

“I’ll get started on that, baby,” Drake leaned over to kiss his girlfriend on top of her head. “Be right back.”

Ella waited until he closed the bedroom door behind him. “Lyssa.”

“Hmm?” She was already settled into the fluffy pillow and her eyes fluttered shut.

“Do you have a fever?” Not waiting for an answer, Ella leaned forward and felt Alyssa’s forehead with the back of her hand.

“Nu-uh,” Lyss mumbled and coughed.

“Lyss?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t you want to put on some clothes?”

“Mmm, nope, I’m good naked.”

Ella chuckled. “Okay.”

She stood and left Lyss alone to rest. Ella wandered into the kitchen to find Liam and Drake as they stared into a large pot of broth.

“Is she asleep?” Drake asked while he stirred.

“Yep, she’s passed out,” Ella peered into the pot. “You need to add more onions.”

Drake tasted the broth again and shrugged. “Okay, more onions it is.”

Liam handed Drake the bowl of green onions. “So, what do you have planned for her birthday? Are you proposing yet?”

“I had planned to take her to the park and have a picnic,” Drake paused as he tasted the broth again from the ladle. “But seeing as how she’s not wanting to leave the bedroom, I might have to rethink my plan.”

“Hmmm,” Liam tapped his fingers over his mouth. “Why don’t you just have a picnic in the bedroom with her?”

“I guess,” Drake frowned. “That’s not very romantic.”

“You’re trying to be romantic, Walker?” Leo said as he walked into the kitchen with Maxwell with several bags from Nordstrom.

“Yeah, I am, if you must know.”

“I can help you out!” Leo’s wide grin made Drake narrow his eyes.

“What’s in it for you, Rys?”

“Oh, I just love helping my friends! Let me put all my stuff down in the bedroom, I’ll be right back.”

As soon as Leo was out of earshot, Drake hissed. “I don’t trust him!”

“I know,” Max replied. “It’s Leo we’re talking about. After he saw the movie Titanic he started the Billy Zane fan club.”

Ella stopped washing the dishes in the sink and turned. “Wait, what?!”

“Yeah,” Liam added. “Look it up, they’re called the Zaniacs.”

“Why does that make me angrier than anything he’s ever done?!”

Liam shrugged. “He also roots for Billy Zabka’s character in The Karate Kid.”

“Alright, guys! It’s romance time!” Leo announced as he came back to the kitchen.

Three days later

Leo, Maxwell, and Liam were busy setting up things for Drake and Alyssa’s outing at the beach.

“Why is Ella not helping us?” Maxwell huffed as he and Leo carried large boxes of twinkling lights.

“She’s here for Lyss, and to make sure Walker doesn’t sweat too much and get dehydrated,” Leo laughed as all three looked at Drake in the kitchen pacing back and forth.

“Fuck you guys,” his chocolate brown hair a mess after running his fingers through them more times than he can count. “I’m just … nervous.”

“Yeah, we can see that,“ Leo cackled as they walked out into the hallway and waited for the elevator.

“It’s going to work,” Liam reassured his best friend as he grabbed the guitar by the door and followed Max and Leo out.

“Drake, it’s going to be fine,” Ella put her hands on his shoulders to stop him from wandering around the kitchen; it was making her dizzy. “Liam is the King of Romance. Don’t listen to Leo, Alyssa is going to say yes.”

“How do you know that?” He began to babble and couldn’t stop himself. “What if this is too soon? What if she hates my singing? What if she says no?”

“You should be worried about whether she’ll get out of bed,” Ella looked towards the bedroom door.

“Oh my God, is she still in bed?!” He inhaled too quickly and began to cough.

“Okay, Walker, I was kidding. You know she adores you. She said ‘I love you’ first for crying out loud,” she gave him a concerned look. “Are you getting sick?”

“No, I don’t … get sick,” he sputtered as he continued to cough.

“Well you are pretty delicate, maybe you should slow down.”

He waved off her comment as his coughs began to dissipate. “I’m not delicate, I’m just” - he lowered his voice to a whisper yell - “proposing to my girlfriend and I don’t even know if she’s going to like this damn plan!”

Ella rolled her eyes. “Okay, so let’s just forget that you got sick watching Frozen.”

Drake glared. “No. I did not.”

“You also got a nosebleed watching Up,” she smirked.

“Oh my God, will you ever let that go?!”

Ella let out a chuckle. “Okay, fine then, why don’t you go and take a shower?”

“I already did,” Drake looked down at his sweat-stained shirt.

“Yeah, why don’t you go and take another one.”

He nodded. “Be right back.”

30 minutes later

“El! I need help!”

“Lyssa? What’s wrong?” Ella let herself into the bedroom Alyssa and Drake shared.

“My sinuses hurt and I dropped my dress and my book on the floor.”

“Okay?”

“Can you pick it up for me? It hurts to bend over.”

Ella hid a smile and bent to pick up Alyssa’s black dress and her book titled Remember Two Things. “I’ve been meaning to read this, how is it so far?”

“Oh it is so good,” Lyss put the book on her nightstand and pulled the dress over her head. “I’m at chapter 18 and these two have been in love since college-”

“No spoilers! I’m going to read it after you,” Ella found Lyss’ shoes under the bed and helped her put them on. “You take that medication I gave you?”

“The pill was too big.”

“Alyssa!”

“I’m kidding, yes, I took it,” she dimpled. “It was a gel capsule.”

Ella let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, good. You don’t need your sinuses to act up while you’re out.”

“Where is he taking me?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

Alyssa pouted. “No, I don’t.”

Drake appeared in the doorway with a brand new shirt that was miraculously dry. “Ready baby?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” she stood and wrapped her arms around her best friend. “Thank you for helping me!”

Ella shooed the couple out the door and quickly called Liam to let them know they were on their way.

***

“Baby, why did you take another shower?” Alyssa eyed Drake’s damp hair.

“I … slipped in something Max spilled on the floor in the kitchen.” Fuck, I suck at lying.

“Oh,” Lyss chewed on her bottom lip and studied Drake’s side profile as he drove his truck through the streets of Los Angeles. “I was thinking … you’ve taken such good care of me while I’ve been whiny and sick and I wanted to thank you.”

“Of course, I care about you.”

“I love you, baby, I feel like we’re so good together.”

“We are, Lyss, I love you too,” he reached over and intertwined his fingers with hers.

Drake slowly pulled the truck into a parking spot and turned off the engine. “Come on, I have something I want to show you.”

Alyssa nodded. She hopped out of the car and took Drake’s outstretched hand as he led her into a walkway with arching shrubs above them. “What is this place?”

“It used to be a secret spot I went to when I was single,” he glanced down at her while she stared up at the greenery in awe. “I would just come down here to be alone.”

Suddenly, the archway lit up in thousands of little twinkling lights that illuminated their way down to the end of the walkway. “Oh my God,” Alyssa squealed. “I love this so much, it’s beautiful!” They came to the end of the lights and began to walk onto sand.

“Only a little bit further,” Drake mumbled as he took in the ocean, then focused his gaze on the large purple blanket that was sprawled out on the sand a few yards in front of them.

“What’s that?”

“It’s a little picnic the guys set up for us,” he gave Alyssa a nervous smile. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes! What’s for dinner?”

“Taco pizza and for dessert,” Drake excitedly climbed onto the blanket after removing his shoes. “S’mores brownie pie.”

“S’mores?!” Alyssa peeked into the large basket that held the pie. “Can we eat dessert first?”

Drake let out a loud laugh. “Whatever you want, baby it’s your birthday.”

Lyss opened the box where the taco pizza sat and she inhaled deeply. “Oh, no, we’re eating this first.” She grabbed a plate and separated two pieces, one for her, one for Drake.

“Thank you.”

They settled into a comfortable silence as they watched the waves cascade over the sand; the sun was slowly fading, disappearing behind the ocean, leaving its yellow-orange coloring over the blue hue of the water. Alyssa was sitting in between Drake’s legs, her back against his chest.

“This hit the spot,” she patted her stomach. “Taco pizza just like in Remember Two Things.”

“That’s where I got the idea from,” he kissed her on top of her head. “You told me how taco pizza sounded amazing and I had to get that for you.”

“You are amazing,” she leaned her head back and touched her lips to his. “Is that a guitar? Why didn’t I notice that before?”

Drake’s face turned a bright shade of red. “Uh, yeah, I had Liam bring his guitar out here.”

“Do you” - she pulled away from him and turned all the way around with widened eyes - “do you play guitar, baby?”

He nervously scratched the back of his neck. “I … Well, sort of. Liam taught me when we were teenagers.”

“That is so hot,” Lyss mumbled and she bit her bottom lip. “Will you play for me?”

Drake nodded. “Hopefully I’m not too rusty, it’s been years.”

“I know I will love it.”

Drake picked up the acoustic guitar behind him and began to tune it. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he went through each string and turned the knobs in turn. Alyssa watched as he dug into his jean pocket and pulled out a guitar pick. How is a man with a guitar so sexy?

“Here goes nothing.”

He strummed the guitar and smiled when it didn’t sound off-key. He took in a deep breath and began to sing.

Dancing in the dark, Middle of the night

Taking your heart, And holding it tight

Emotional touch, Touching my skin

And askin' you to do, What you've been doing

All over again

Alyssa was taken aback. She had no idea he played guitar or sang a note until today. Drake Walker singing country music just did something to her; not to mention the fact that she loved this song.

Oh, it's a beautiful thing, Don't think I can keep it all in

I just gotta let you know, What it is that won't let me go

She couldn’t stop herself, she started to sing along with him. It was a duet anyway.

It's your love, It just does something to me

It sends a shock right through me, I can't get enough

And if you wonder, About the spell I'm under

Oh it's your love

Their eyes were locked as they sang together. Alyssa harmonizing with him made his stomach do flip flops. He was a nervous wreck just thinking about singing and playing this damn guitar in front of her. But once she started to sing, he wanted to stop so he could hear her angelic voice instead of his rough one.

“Drake?”

Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize I stopped.”

“That was so beautiful,” Lyss’ eyes were full of unshed tears. “I had no idea you could sing, baby.”

“I’m sorry I stopped, I wanted to hear your voice instead of mine.”

“Come on, let’s keep going!”

“I … I wanted to ask you something first.”

“Okay, what’s up?”

He set the guitar down on the blanket next to him and reached into his other pocket. “Lyssa,” he pulled out a black velvet box but didn’t open his hand just yet. “I wanted to make your birthday special, and I was so fucking nervous because I didn’t know if you’d like all this.”

“Anything we do together I love, baby,” she grasped his free hand with both of hers. “Don’t ever think I won’t like something you plan for us.”

Drake nodded. “I love you and I chose that song because it’s your love that keeps me wanting to wake up every morning,” he opened his left hand and she saw the box in his hand.

“Is that …”

“Alyssa Devereaux,” Drake opened the ring box and there sat three round diamonds on a gold setting. “Will you marry me?”

The tears were falling and one hand was clamped over her mouth in shock. She was crying so hard and overwhelmed with so much emotion that she struggled to speak. “Y-yes, Drake, yes!”

Drake’s entire face lit up at her words; he slid the ring on her finger and leaned over to kiss her. “Do you have any idea how happy you’ve made me?”

Cheers erupted from behind some bushes behind them, and the couple turned in surprise. Leo, Maxwell, Liam, and Ella jumped out, all with their phone cameras pointed in Drake and Lyss’s direction.

Drake scowled. “What the fuck?”

“Guys!” Alyssa jumped up and waved her left hand in the air. “We’re engaged!” Ella pulled her in for a big hug and the two of them began jumping up and down.

“Nice going, Walker,” Leo smirked as he shoved the last piece of taco pizza in his mouth. “You still sing real pretty too, just like in middle school.”

“Fuck off, Rys,” Drake snarled.

“You did good, brother,” Liam stepped forward and pulled his best friend in for a manly hug.

Drake gave him a half-smile. “Thanks for setting this up, and for all your help, Li. I know Twiddle-Dumb and Twiddle-Dee didn’t help much.”

Liam shrugged. “They picked up your pizza and pie. Got one for themselves while we were waiting for you to pop the question.”

“Taco pizza is the bomb,” Maxwell announced with a mouth full of food. “You guys are engaged! When’s the wedding?!”

“We’re still on cloud nine from being engaged, Max,” Alyssa chuckled. “We’ll all plan it out when we’re ready.”

“All of them?” Drake asked incredulously as the gang began to clean up the picnic area. “All of them are helping us plan?”

“You’re stuck with us forever, gorgeous,” Leo called out to Lyss. “You sure that’s what you want?”

Alyssa looked over at her fiancé, who just so happened to look at her. “I am so sure.”

#It's Your Love #a Burnsy birthday fic #via The Loft gang #oh no my hole #all the holes #they totally coke canned it #hey soul sister #my nakie twin's bday fic #nakie twins #trr fanfic #trr fandom #choices trr #trr #choices the royal romance #choices trr au #Drake x Alyssa #Liam x Ella

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ok welcome

2 my twisted mind object show Idea. idk what it would be called. lets get into it. all under the readmore.

So the story takes place in a world where objects mainly live in the area known as the City. Outside it, there are multiple biomes, though it’s all refered to as the Wild, which are then surrounded by ocean. smthing like this. The majority of the objects live in the city, as it’s the easiest place to live, but there are communities outside of it. The Wild is filled with weird and often inexplicable things, like creatures that can bring people back to life... etc. 

Objects live in the city, which is a dull and gray area, with little life. In attempts to bring any form of entertainment to the world, there are a countless object shows that each try to be as unique and wild to try to bring in an audience. These shows are often very flashy and over the top, but that's the only way they’re able to stand out and grab viewer’s attention. (neon signs and lights in the image below are advertisements for said shows)

However, the thing is, often shows will go to radical lengths to try to be as different and wild as possible. So, it’s not uncommon for random objects to be snatched out of their lives to be then forced to participate in a show, ‘to make things more interesting’, and these shows also have a tendency to be with ‘higher stakes’, as in contestants can die without the promise of technology / magic being able to bring them back to life.

The only way out of the city is, outside of just moving to one of the communities, is joining these ‘Hunters’. They are a group of people who are tasked with going out into the Wild, collecting things from there, and bringing it all back so that people who Host object shows can then buy these things to then use on their shows. 

The Main Characters

The protagonist is Bag, they are a programmer at a company. They do office things. They live a dull life but thats because they are doing their best to stay as far as possible from all the wacky shit that goes on. They feel like trying to do anything is hopeless and all there is  is the awful corporate attempts of shows and such... almost like... they have a bad past with that stuff..

Dagger is very optimistic and cheerful! She in the middle of training to becoming a Hunter, and almost done. She promises to bag that she’ll get lots of awesome stuff and make tons of money so that Bag wont need to worry about anything ever (since you can afford more things to keep you safe from shows.. with money. usually).They also tell Bag about all the things they see when they go to the Wild. Bag likes to listen to these stories . They meet up at the top of the apartment building Bag lives at and look out into the Wild. 

Then comes Light. One day, they showed up in Bag’s kitchen . They don’t know words, but can seem to understand words, and can repeat people’s voices (in a higher pitch though.. like a recording, sorta.) They manage to tell Bag they need to find their Mama ! Bag is like “no no nope no thanks!” but they (bag) finds out that Light is very, very powerful, and has the ability to more or less morph into anything... so Bag goes alright . no body should get their hands on you . who knows what they will use you for. 

So Bag and Light go on a wacky journey to find “mama” , and avoid Hunters and Hosts who want to get that little baby for their own benefit.

Other Characters

Tuna Can (she/her) . Old friend of Bag. They seem to know each other from the past... Tuna is also the second in command to the Hunters.

Limbs (they/it or no pronouns lol.) is the Head of Command of the Hunters. it cant talk, given how it is literally just a ton of limbs, and it has the tendency to loom over people very menacingly. But really, it thinks people are so cute and funny. 

Limbs is also incredibly good at everything related to hunting, given how it is very adaptable. It can ‘let go’ of its limbs (splitting up into a thousand pieces...) , it can grow new limbs, it can stretch out by holding onto its arms (like a chain..). All in all they are a very kind and loving and deadly villain who will stop at nothing to accomplish its goals. mostly because awww light is sooo cute! in fact all these creatures are soooo cute it loves 2 see them. (limbs is the kind of person to see something big scary and wants to kill them as something cute tho so like. yeha)

Scarf

Scarf (he/him) is a host who at some point will capture Bag, Dagger and Light. their show is objects competing in a colesum, and hey who ~knows~ what will ~happen~ !

#TAGGING THESE POSTS AS: OSI (OBJECT SHOW IDEA) #OSI #mes doodles #moth talk #THIS IS ALL I SHARE FOR NOW. THERE IS MORE. BUT. lol

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hi!! could i please have a danganronpa romantic matchup? sorry this is long i think!!

i’m a bi (asexual?) girl with an intp and 5w4 personality type. My sun is scorpio, my rising is libra and my moon is capricorn. I like lolita, especially sweet and gothic lolita but i usually dress casually but cutely e.g white lolita peaterpan collar shirt, pastel pink heart hair clips, black cardigan, pastel pink pleated skirt and creepers (shoes) with frilly socks ^^. physically i have pastel pink hair a bit below my ears, have green/grey eyes and put lots of effort into making my eyelashes look big and curly with mascara, eyelash curlers, and oils. i’m 5 foot tall and generally prefer short boys from like 5 foot to 5’8… maybe less? and i don’t care abt girls heights. i have ocd and depression and recently got diagnosis with autism but i’m still in a bit of denial/kinda feel like i’m lying/am an imposter. according to a quiz my love language is quality time but i think that they’re all important. i would describe myself as stoic, quiet and somewhat shy, loyal and i try to be sweet and funny ^^. i’m good at english and kinda good at statistics but am an airhead in like all other areas. i don’t really take things seriously, usually because of a lack of understanding, am a bit mischievous and think i’m kinda annoying accidentally. i often also kinda offended my friends when trying to make jokes (i.e the time i said my friends boyfriends mustache looked like pubes. but worse:/). my highest kins are: sonia, chiaki, peko, gundam and i also kinda relate to ibuki, mikan, himiko and even though i love him i hate to admit it but kokichi. outside of danganronpa i kin: L, ryuk, the cat from ghost stories, rei from evangelion, kenma, annie and pieck, greg from over the garden wall, himiko toga, ririka momobami, and relate a bit to catra, spinel and menma. i love to play video games, sleep, daydream while cuddling my plushies, go shopping for clothes, collectables (like dinosaur and anime figures). i like plushies, iced coffee, pizza, the smell of vanilla and strawberries, lucky bags, claw machines, am interested natural disasters (specifically tsunamis and earthquakes), air conditioning, running, cute metal music like lady baby, baby metal and candye syrup but i also like soundtracks (especially for my daydreams), pop, indie pop, metal, rock, vocaloid and idk how to describe it but somewhat repetitive/robot/machine like music. i also like tiny spoons, airports, rain when it’s not an inconvenience, pastel pink, strawberries, thunder storms, early spring, fire, ocean storms (i want to go on a ship to be in one), cute things, video games, sugarbunnies (sanrio), heart shaped things, dinosaurs (especially from the cretaceous period), sitting on countertops and walking and running at night.

a/n: omg u are so cool pls,,, thank u sm for participating in my matchup event!! and ty for the lengthy desc!! it really helped me get a good matchup with more detail!! i hope you like your matchup<33 also you’re a pieck and rei kinnie hey lol😏😏ALSO WE BOTH KIN RYUK AND THATS SO FUNNY TO ME

matchup status: OPEN

more info in my pinned post!!!

i match u up with...!

mikan tsumiki!! (runner(s) up: korekiyo shinguuji & tenko chabashira)

i feel like she’d be a little intimidated to talk to you at first but as soon as she sees how sweet of a person you are, she’d start to feel more comfortable and less frantic like she normally is. you seem to have tons of interests and mikan knows a bunch of conversation topics. she would gladly learn about dinosaurs just to talk about them with you! she’d probably be nervous to talk to you and learn so many little facts about the things you like the night before so that she knew she would have something to talk about with you.

and she probably thinks your style is so cute!! the first thing she would say to you would probably be complimenting the way you dress or look just because she thinks it’s so cool!! like and it wouldn’t be some superficial compliment, it would be a genuine one like complimenting your eyes or how cute she thinks your shoes are. and even though she’s not very tall herself, she thinks how your short is so cute!

i also feel like her love language would be quality time as well!! sometimes she feels like she’s too awkward for conversations so just being there with your partner is nice for her. and she’d be so happy if you invited her to go shopping with you!! (she’d also be ecstatic if you let her try on one of your outfits but that’s another conversation) she’d love seeing what clothes you recommend for her and the ones you pick out for yourself!! honestly, she just really likes hanging out with you and spending time with you & she’d be happy for any date ideas you’d have for the two of you. walks during night!!!! she’d absolutely love that, even though she’d be concerned and worried at first for it being dangerous and not getting enough sleep at night is bad for your health, but as soon as you both start walking around at night she’d stop worrying about it and start enjoying the nightscape, the way it’s quieter at night, and how pretty the stars are. (if you do start running while on these walks and you trip and scrape your knee you know she’d be walking you back to the house, politely scolding you saying that you shouldn’t have been running and wrapping your knee in bandage)

ALSO back to store dates, she’d always bring extra quarters with her just to do the claw machines!!! and if it’s ones that you have to use the claw to grab the thing inside, and you asked her to ‘win’ the thing inside for you she’d be so nervous about messing up and not getting it, so she’d frantically wave her hands in front of herself, quickly talking about how she’ll mess it up somehow. spoiler alert: she actually would win the thing inside, despite being a nervous wreck.

i think mikan would have so many ideas for what to do on rainy days. like so many. she’d suggest so many things. baking together, board games, puzzles, painting, reading, making jewelry together, movie marathons, watching the rain, dancing in the kitchen, etc. but she’s completely fine with just relaxing and staying in bed for the day!!! (rainy days are my fave so i love writing abt rainy days)

arcade dates as well!! she knows you like games & pizza so that seems like a cute idea to her!! she would love watching u play the video games and would love it if you taught her how to play a game and would feel extra special if you let her know some of the little tips to the games.

i also think she’d be really giggly around you just because she’s so like,,, happy yk?

if you do make jokes around her and they offend someone, even if they don’t mean to, she’d say she thinks they’re funny anyways and laugh. she’s used to being bullied, she can tell the difference between being straight up mean and just joking around with friends. and she never thinks you’re annoying!! she’s always thought of herself to be a pest and to annoy others so she’d never want you to think of yourself that way!!

#avas matchups #mikan tsumuki x reader #mikan x reader #danganronpa matchup #mikan tsumiki #danganronpa x reader

[jawnjendes]

it came back for more | shawn mendes

university au, shawn x goth gf

AN: let me know if i should give the goth gf a name bc like,,,,,,,,,,, idk just let me know,, also does anyone actually like this series lmao

masterlist | series playlist

"You're leaving me?" Shawn asked in mock disbelief.

I knew he was joking, but the fact that he said it as we were walking through campus, in the view of many passing students was a little embarrassing. There was just no getting used to that, like he couldn’t get used to my emotional distance sometimes. I just kept my eyes on the ground and continued walking next to him. No hand holding today. Doesn’t mean I don’t adore him any less.

"I made plans with Stella weeks ago," I told him. "We already bought tickets."

Shawn smiled, letting go of his pretend hurt. "It's cool. I understand, and I hope you have fun."

"Shit, me too. I feel like this movie is going to destroy me."

Yes, this is about the most anticipated movie of the year. Yes, I was more hyped than I have been in months. No, there will not be any spoilers.

"You're welcome to tag along," I added. "I mean, if there's still seats available at the theatre."

He shrugged off the invite, which I knew he would do. Shawn wasn't into this particular franchise, claiming he was tired of this type of movie. Can't say I blame him, plenty of people felt the same way. It was just hard to ramble at him about it because he didn't know jack shit. That was why I was going to the movie with Stella.

"I'll just stay home and watch Grey's without you." He smirked.

"First of all, that's mean and I would never do that to you. Secondly, Grey's comes back next week!"

"Oh yeah."

“Besides,” I added, “I’m gonna spend the night at your place anyway. Just like every Thursday.”

“Yeah, but instead of twenty four uninterrupted hours, we’ll get…” Shawn counted on his fingers. “...Less than that?”

We made it back to my dorm to find Stella lying facedown on the couch. Shawn and I shared a look as we entered the vicinity. Not that this wasn’t unusual, it was just hard to pinpoint her reasoning for this. I mean, I shouldn’t talk. Sometimes I lie on the floor without explanation wherever I please. Stella was used to that, but Shawn would ask if I “wanted to talk” or something.

"Did you get spoiled?" I asked her.

"No," she replied, her voice muffled by the cushions. "I'm trying to kill time. There's five hours left before the movie!"

I sighed and went to sit on her legs. "I know. I made Shawn take my phone because I don't wanna go online and see something I don't wanna see."

Stella picked her head up. "That's a good idea." She reached for her phone on the table, extending her arm towards my boyfriend. "Can you take mine too?"

Shawn chuckled, back and forth between the two of us. But he took Stella's phone. "You're both crazy."

"And what about it?" I said back. Then I reached for his hand. "Anyway, I need you to keep me busy for at least three hours." I smiled and batted my lashes in an exaggerated manner.

"Only three hours?" he replied with a cheeky grin as he took my hand and got me to my feet again.

"Ugh!" Stella interjected as she rolled off the couch. "I'm going to the library! And I'm leaving my phone so I don't go online! If I'm not back before we have to leave, just assume I killed myself because I got spoiled!"

"That's valid," I told her, "but I like you better alive."

~

Two of the three hours went by before Shawn practically tired himself out. He tapped out and rolled onto his back, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I couldn’t blame him for pulling out (in every aspect) because it was close to finals season. Tensions were rising, he was finally feeling the consequences of missing assignments and poor exam grades. I knew that because I was going through the same thing. The semester was going to be over in a month, then I would be going back to California.

And Shawn was coming with me… for a week.

It got awfully cramped on my single size bed by the time Shawn was out like a light, so I got up and decided to get ready. I got dressed in the appropriate attire for this movie, a black t-shirt with the franchise logo and black leggings. Then I grabbed my makeup bag and sat down on the floor in front of my mirror. Halfway through my routine, Shawn awoke with a start.

"I'm up! Let's go again!" he said, sitting up.

I looked at him through the mirror, still blending concealer under my eyes with a sponge. "You're like, twenty minutes too late, my dear. I'm already getting ready."

He rubbed his eyes and yawned, nodding in response. "Okay…"

As he lied down again, I couldn't help but smile. Shawn was really fucking cute, and he had no right to be. I don't want to sound like that girl, because I’m rarely that girl, but how was I expected to spend three whole hours away from him tonight? Thursdays were usually our night, since neither of us worked or had class after four o'clock. I mean, nothing was going to stop me from going to this movie, let alone a cute guy with curly hair and a charming smile. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t miss him.

"You're still welcome to join us," I told him from where I was sitting.

"You really want me to go, eh?" he replied, shifting to his side so he was looking at me.

"I'm just saying, it's probably the only time you'll see me cry."

Shawn picked his head up, eyes wide. "Seriously?"

Between the two of us, he was the crier. Are we surprised at this point? I had my exceptions, like watching a new movie I was very passionate about, or when my chronic GI issues would flare up and give me a panic attack. However, I haven't gotten sick in a while, so technically only one thing was going to make me weep.

"Well," Shawn spoke after a while, "guess I'm going."

~

I knew I was expecting tear jerkers, but I still sported my inner and outer wings to the movie. Half of it smudged onto my eyelids and half was under my eyes. On top of that, I got a dehydration headache, because I refused to drink water during a three hour long movie. I did eat popcorn, even though it was well after the time I cut off food for the day. That sounds concerning, but it's a thing I go through. If I eat after 8PM I will spend the night barfing.

Shawn, Stella, and I left the theatre practically buzzing. The mood of the film and the other moviegoers kept our spirits high, despite the fact that Stella and I had visible mascara tracks on our faces. I cried at things you wouldn’t normally cry at in a movie, like when your favorite character breathes, or makes a dramatic entrance.

"Okay," Shawn said, "that was actually a really good movie."

"Good enough to convert into a stan?" I asked, holding his hand.

"Mm, probably not."

I quickly let go of his hand. "Fine."

Walking towards the parking lot was when I started to feel something. My abdomen felt a little sore, and it made me slow down my steps a little bit. I placed my hand on my stomach; It wasn’t excruciating, but it was noticeable.

"You okay, honey?" Shawn asked, looking at me.

I nodded quickly and got back into step with him. However, the soreness was persisting by the time we got back to my car. I unlocked the doors to let Stella and Shawn in, but I stood where I was and focused on this pain. Maybe I cried too hard at the movie. Maybe the popcorn I had was giving me a warning.

Either way, there go my late night plans.

"So, I don't think I should stay at your place tonight," I told Shawn when I got in the car.

"Aw, why?" he asked.

"My stomach is, uh, acting up a little. Not feeling too good."

"You're gonna let your stomach stop you?" Stella piped up from the backseat. She wasn't one to normally say things like that. She knew how serious I got when I got sick.

I looked at her through the rear view mirror. "You got plans tonight?"

She picked at her nails and stayed quiet for a minute. "I have a friend visiting."

"Just stay at mine anyway," Shawn said to me. "I have the tea you like, and medicine, and a shit ton of blankets to keep you cozy. I'll be there to take care of you."

"I don't know, I wouldn’t wanna put that on you."

"I really don't mind."

We’ve been together five and a half months. In those months, I have gotten flare ups a handful of times, and all of those times had to do with trying new foods that ended up disagreeing with me. Each time I was with Shawn, and I had to tell him to leave me to deal with my illness. He did so, reluctantly. He really wanted to nurse me back to health, though.

Sickness is just so ugly. I didn't want to burden him with my physically unstable ass sleeping on the bathroom floor. I didn't want him to hear me puking in his bathroom. We just got to a place where things were Love sick, not Sick sick. Everything was so soft and sweet between us. For once nothing was grey, it was soft blend of black and pink. I didn’t want to taint it with my stupid gastrointestinal crap.

On the other hand, Stella is my roommate. She offers to look after me when I get sick, to which I always say no. I know how to handle it. Still, she goes to the extent of cancelling plans and breaking dates just in case I needed help. She was my safe person when went out. She was the extrovert who wanted and deserved to have a good time.

I had to stop by campus to drop Stella off, anyway. She got out of the car, reminding me once again that she'll have somebody over very soon.

Shawn turned to me once we were alone. "Please stay with me tonight."

"I don't need you to deal with my sickness," I said firmly. "It's nothing personal-"

"Okay, stop for a second," he told me. Then he placed his hand on the shoulder of my seat. "I know you know how to handle yourself when you get sick. It's like, a plan you've had to make and adjust over time, and you know it like the back of your hand. I get that, you know how to take care of yourself. I just don't want you to do this plan alone."

"I won't be alone, I have Stella." By that I mean, she's on standby only if things go really wrong... which is never. I’m not that sick.

This time, though… I’ve only felt actual pain one time before this.

Shawn gave me a look. "She's gonna be busy tonight. She wants to be busy tonight."

We stared at each other for a while. My stomach was flipping for reasons unrelated to illness. My boyfriend had stupidly kind, gentle intentions, and stupidly pretty eyes. He also had a very comfy bed.

I sighed. "Fine."

~

After some tea and rest, I felt a little better. I felt good enough to hop into bed with my boyfriend for about twenty minutes. It was fine until he was on top of me...

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Shawn frantically said, moving off of me. "Oh god, I'm so sorry."

My face was scrunched with pain, and I tried to control my breathing. The soreness from earlier turned into a sharp pain in my abdomen that made me push Shawn away from me. It was kind of a mood killer to say the least, since it made him panic.

"Are you okay?" he asked, voice trembling. "How bad is it? What do you need?"

"Shh!" It wasn't intended to sound mean, but I was trying to focus on what my body was doing.

I struggled to sit up, so Shawn held my lower back to support me. He kept asking questions, but I was rapidly tuning him out. The pain didn't get any better or worse, but I was feeling something in my guts. I got up and dashed into the bathroom.

We're going to get just a little TMI. I wanted use the bathroom, but my bowels weren't having it. Then, I wanted to puke but my stomach wasn't having it. I didn't know what to do, so I just stayed on the floor in front of the toilet and let my body try to figure things out for itself.

I shouldn't have had popcorn at the movies. Sure, popcorn is light on the stomach, but Stella wanted extra butter, and I hadn’t eaten for hours. I knew what I was getting myself into, and now I was paying for it. Add popcorn to the list of foods that were now forever tainted with a bad memory.

Shawn came knocking on the door, his voice full of concern. "Honey, are you okay? Can I come in?"

I didn’t say anything but he let himself in anyway. He sat next to me on the floor, next to where I was leaning over the toilet. Delicately, he moved my hair from my face and held it back.

"I don't think I'm gonna puke," I told him, resting my forehead on the seat. My mouth was watering inexplicably, and I felt a tingle in my feet.

"Okay, then let's get you back to bed," he said gently, placing his hands on my waist to help me up.

Then, I actually puked. Yup, no more popcorn for me.

~

It goes without saying that I was up for most of the night. I only threw up that one time, but I felt nauseous until the sun peeked through the window. Not only that, I always got a bout of anxiety whenever things with my stomach got bad, and it intensified knowing that I wasn’t home at my dorm. I wasn’t in the comfort of my squeaky single size bed. I didn’t have my phone charging next to me here because the only other outlet was on the other side of the room. I felt so out of place and I wanted to run, but I knew I couldn’t because traveling would only upset my stomach more.

Shawn fell asleep when I reassured him that I wouldn’t spend anymore time in the bathroom. He was on his side facing me practically the whole night. When I felt okay enough to lay down, I put one of the extra pillows between us and faced away from him. He started stirring by the time I was finally sleepy.

When I woke up in the late afternoon, I was just grateful I didn’t have class on Fridays. I couldn’t get up even if I wanted to.

I rolled onto my back, only to find that I was alone. I rubbed my eyes, then quickly remembered that I fell asleep with smudged eyeliner, and I just made it worse. I sighed and looked out the window from where I lied. It had gotten cloudy throughout the day. Thank god, today was not a sunshine kinda day for me.

If only I had the energy to get off my ass and go back home where I wanted to be.

My eyes blankly stared at the ceiling. Whatever spirit I had left in me was slowly floating away. My incorporeal being was rising out of my physical being, until voices outside the bedroom caused me to come back to earth.

“Oh, let me just see her! Maybe I can help!”

A woman. I slowly moved onto my side, curling up under the blanket and trying to focus on the window. Then, I heard Shawn’s voice.

“No! Ah - I mean…” He was suddenly outside the door. “Let me see if she’s awake.”

Shit.

The door opened, but I didn’t move from my position. Shawn came up in my peripherals, and then he sat down on the empty side of the bed. His eyes met mine, and he smiled.

“Hey, you. How ya feeling?”

I blinked. “Tired… Not sick. Just tired.”

“As long as you’re not sick.” He brought a hand up to my head and stroked my hair. “Listen, my mom is here.”

“Why?” Seemingly innocent question, but it did make me feel some kinda way, and it certainly sounded like it.

“She comes every so often,” Shawn explained. “She’ll clean and do my laundry.”

Must be nice.

“I told her you were here,” he continued. “I told her you were sick, and she just wants to check on you.”

We had talked about me meeting his family. I joked about wearing a high ponytail with a pink scrunchie the way Meredith did in Grey’s Anatomy. Shawn replied by saying I’d be wearing a black scrunchie, duh. Clearly, it wasn’t supposed to be like this, the day after a particularly nasty flare up. I was severely unprepared and it was a couple of months too early. But how the hell am I supposed to turn his mother away when she was already here?

“I’ll go out there,” I told him. “Let me just wash my face first.”

Shawn looked pleasantly surprised. “Okay, great. We’ll be in the living room.” He kissed my forehead and got to his feet.

As I pushed myself out of bed, I noticed the persisting pain in my abdomen yet again. Not as bad as last night, but it was still there. I already knew how to handle this.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #fourtristattoosspring #shawn x goth gf #i think everything after this is gonna be posted in chronological order #no more out of order chapter updates lmfao #god i hope ppl like this series #im feeling inadequate and sensitive sry

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Faking It || Chapter 3 (SPxOC)

Title: Faking It

Rated: T | Warnings: cliches abound, language, possible future violence.

Words: 8811 (aka wtf this chapter got away from me)

Pairing: Sweet Pea x OC

Summary: “A fake kiss. A Contract. And a mutual want to piss off Reggie Mantle. That’s all it was supposed to be. Rosie and Sweet Pea never meant to fall in love in the process.”

AN: This is twice as long as it was supposed to be and I hope you enjoy it. This was loosely inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before and @starryeyedauthor encouraging me to write this monster, so here it is!

Canon has been ignored. Midge is alive. The Black Hood wasn’t Hal. Reggie, Sweet Pea, and Cheryl are all Seniors at Riverdale. idk a Riverdale S3. This chapter is way longer than intended and I had to cut like two scenes sooooo. Ask to be on the taglist! If there are inconsistencies/mistakes this chapter it’s because I did a ton of revising and changing scenes/dialogue, and I just didn’t want to look at it anymore lmao

Chapter One Chapter Two

It’s a slow night at the diner—which is unusual, all things considered. Most people in Riverdale don’t have anything better to do than come to the one decent diner in town, at least, that’s what it seems like most days. There’s usually a crowd later in the afternoon, once classes are let out for the day, but once the after school rush is finished Pop’s tends to quiet some, though not entirely.

Pop’s Diner is nearly dead just after eight on Wednesday nights, providing a lull in the usually constant stream of Riverdale locals coming in, or the Greendale stoners in need of some decent food. It’s been like that for as long as Rosie’s worked here, which is going on nearly two years now.

She’s not quite sure what it is about Wednesdays, if it’s because of the midweek slump or if people are just too busy to come in, but from eight to eleven at night, the place is practically empty, only a handful of regulars coming in, most of them students or adults picking up to-go orders on their way home from work. Not that Rosie minds that much. While she enjoys her job waitressing at Pop’s, she’s perfectly fine with not dealing with irritating customers and wanting to tear her hair out every time someone makes a trivial complaint. Wednesdays are a quiet break in the chaotic nature of working in the service industry, and frankly that’s exactly what Rosie needs today.

After everything that’s happened today, if she had anymore excitement, Rosie thinks she might just burst into flames. Between kissing Sweet Pea, fighting with Reggie, and multiple interrogations, she just needs a quiet night filled with absolutely no excitement. None at all. She’ll take a completely average, boring night and be happy with it until she gets to go home at eleven.

As it is, there’s only two groups filed into the diner now: six younger teenagers probably out later than they should be sitting in the back right booth furthest from the door and giggling to each other every few seconds; and Magdalena, who only pays with incredibly old coins and people think might be a witch, sitting at the counter, knitting a very long scarf and stirring her straw around her now empty glass with a lazy finger.

Honestly, Rosie has seen stranger things working at Pop’s, including that one time Mark Young, one of the cooks, got into a fight a fight with a raccoon over a stolen bag of buns which, frankly, ended a hell of a lot worse for Mark than it did the raccoon, who made off with the bag of buns and one of Mark’s shoes. Riverdale may be a relatively quiet town, but it’s had its share of nonsense over the years, and Rosie has seen enough in her two years waitressing to have lost most of her faith in humanity, especially after everything that happened last year.

If tonight is just going to be Magdalena and a few giggly pre-teens, Rosie can handle that. The kids should be gone by ten at the very latest, and Magdalena, while a little odd, typically keeps to herself.

Currently, there’s only three of them on the clock right now anyway, and she’s the only waitress. Pop is still in the back working on the kids’ orders and Mac is… somewhere. She doesn’t bother to keep track of Mac, he just appears whenever he’s needed. The next waitress won’t be coming in until closer to ten, their shifts overlapping for an hour before Rosie is allowed to leave for the night.

Pop’s still hasn’t fully recovered from Fred Andrews being shot. Most of the staff quit after that night. It was only Rosie, Mac, Mark, and a few girls from Greendale that stayed, everyone else just walked out. They still haven’t gotten enough new applicants to cover all of their shifts, and most of them have been pulling double shifts since that night.

It’s been stressful, being so short-staffed, but Rosie probably would have quit too if she had been here that night.

Rosie is busying herself behind the front counter, lazily wiping at an already clean spot and nodding along to the story Magdalena is telling her, when a familiar rumbling outside catches her attention, loud compared to the otherwise quiet diner. Her head snaps up at the sound, hand stilling as her gaze jumps to the front doors, Rosie squinting to see outside as headlights flash through the windows, bathing the diner in hazy light before it cuts out at the same time as the rumbling sound.

She knows it’s Serpents even before she catches sight of the bikes parked outside and the trio of leather clad teenage boys heading for the doors, roughhousing and shoving each other playfully, loud but not altogether obnoxious. The rumbling was enough of a giveaway. More often than not, the sound of a motorcycle in such a quiet neighborhood is followed by leather and a two-headed snake.

More than that, she knows exactly which Serpents it is.

The bells above the door jingle to signal their arrival, but it isn’t needed in the slightest as Jughead Jones shoves open the front doors, strolling inside easily as he laughs at something Fangs Fogarty says, too quiet for Rosie to hear across the room. But they aren’t the one Rosie’s gaze latches onto.

Sweet Pea catches sight of Rosie almost immediately as he slips through the door behind the other two, a lazy grin twisting at his lips as his eyes meet hers, pinning her in place and causing her breath to catch in her throat. Their eye contact is broken by Fangs throwing a punch at Sweet Pea’s shoulder, catching him off guard, though he retaliates quickly, the three of them filtering into the booth on the left furthest from the doors, where they always sit.

The booth full of younger teens falls silent as the Serpents crowd through the door, eyes wide as they watch the three members of the Southside gang enter the diner. A moment later, they’re whispering among themselves excitedly, glancing between each other and the older teenagers. The Serpents are nothing if not a commanding presence, intimidating as hell at first glance, but the snakes don’t bite if they aren’t provoked. They’re troublemakers, sure, but so are most of the teenagers in Riverdale.

The Serpents have been coming around Pop’s more often lately, usually when it’s quiet, closer to midnight, and always in groups of three or more, knowing better than to come this close to the tracks alone. Especially the younger ones after the school merger. Pop’s may be technically closer to the Southside of Riverdale than the north, but it’s always been more of a Northside hangout until this last year.

She’s never had an issue with the Serpents, not like most people seem to. The one’s that come into Pop’s are usually polite enough. They tip well and keep their hands to themselves, which is more than she can say about some of the people that come in here. Aside from that, Rosie doesn’t think about them much. She has no issue with Serpents so long as they don’t have one with her.

“I’ll be back, Mags,” Rosie mumbles clumsily, eyes still on the Serpents as she cuts off the older woman, who merely waves her away, a knowing smile on her face. Rosie hardly pays her any mind, staring at Sweet Pea and the other Serpents for a moment longer before shoving away from the counter and rushing for the backroom before Sweet Pea can look at her again.

The swinging door falls shut behind her, Pop raising a brow at her from his place near the deep-fryer, but he doesn’t question Rosie as she leans back against the nearest wall, her eyes shut tightly as she drops her head back.

A soft whine pulls from her throat as Rosie decides she has the worst luck imaginable, today more so than usual.

“Why are you hiding in the back?” a familiar voice asks her suddenly, and Rosie groans as she runs a frustrated hand through her hair, making the curly strands more disheveled than they already were. She cracks open an eye, meeting Mac’s curious and amused gaze. Lips twitching into a smile, he quirks a brow at her, pausing in his task of chopping vegetables.

Rosie bites her lower lip, opening her eyes completely and glancing discreetly through the window in the door. The boys are still very much there, laughing and shoving each other, and she turns away before she can be caught. “Serpents just walked in,” she tells Mac simply, voice a little higher than usual.

His brows raise just a bit higher in surprise, disappearing under his dark, shaggy hair. Mac’s blue eyes widen just the slightest as he places the chopping knife on the counter beside him. “I didn’t think you had a problem with Serpents, Hayes,” he drawls, a secretive little smile pulling at his lips, like he knows something she doesn’t.

It wouldn’t surprise her in the slightest if he does. Mac is Southside born and raised. Secretive and a little flighty, but he took her under his wing when she started working at Pop’s after she turned sixteen. He was twenty then, been working for Pop Tate for a few years as a busier before getting the job as the night manager. He’s tall and gangly in his limbs and he always keeps the creeps away from the waitresses, and he’s a bit like the older brother she never had, even if he is an asshole sometimes.

“Oh, I don’t,” she replies just as quickly, her face flushing slightly in embarrassment as she blurts out, “but I kissed one of them today,” which seems to both startle and amuse Mac and Pop Tate. Cringing at her own words, a little groan pulls from Rosie. She’s not entirely sure why she’s hiding. Well, actually she does know. It’s the same reason she spent most of the day avoiding everyone.

Her impromptu little make out just keeps coming back to bite her in the ass today.

Mac only blinks back at her, nodding along sympathetically before he glances out the window into the front. “They’re in your section,” he notes plainly, straight-faced as he turns back to her, but he can’t hide the flicker of mirth in his eyes.

Rosie sends him an utterly unamused look in return, green eyes narrowing at him dangerously. “I’m the only waitress here!” Her lips twitch into a small smile, though she tries to hide it, biting her lip to force it back. He’s doing it on purpose, she knows, trying to get a rise out of her and make her laugh. And it’s working too.

“Not true!” he counters her quickly, pointing a chastising finger in her direction. “I’m standing right here, Rosie.” She snorts, making a show out of rolling her eyes, and he throws a damp rag at her in response, making her squeal as she catches it. “The lack of respect in this place,” he gripes teasingly, sharing a look with Pop Tate as he shakes his head at her.

“You don’t know how to wait tables,” she reminds him, huffing slightly as she winds the cloth between her hands, accidentally dripping water on the floor, though neither of them notice.

Mac, for all of his duties as the night manager, rarely ever leaves the kitchen unless he’s required to deal with irritated customers or clean up in the front on a busy night, and that’s probably for the best. While Mac is a nice enough person, he typically has a filthy mouth and absolutely no filter. He’d make a terrible host anywhere, so it’s no surprise that Pop Tate keeps him in the back where he can’t cause trouble. Though, typically he finds a way to do that anyway. He’s as much a magnet for trouble as Rosie seems to be.

Waving her off dismissively as he leans his elbows against the counter, Mac wrinkles his nose, rolling a tomato between his hands. “I think I’d be good at it,” he tells her, shrugging to himself before glancing at her uniform briefly, “but I don’t think I could pull of those shorts quite as well as you can.” Pausing, he stops rolling the tomato, blanching slightly. “That didn’t sound nearly as creepy in my head.” Rosie snorts, giggling softly and Mac’s eyes crinkle with a smile. “Do you need a moment?” he teases her, only sounding half-serious.

Rosie waves him off quickly, shaking her head and sending her curls whipping around her face. “No, no, it’s fine,” she promises, knowing she’s only psyching herself out. She’s already explained things to Sweet Pea, so at worst she’ll have to deal with some ribbing from Fangs and Jughead, but it could be worse. “I can handle a snake.”

A wheezing choke leaves Mac an instant before she registers how it sounded, and Rosie pulls a face, flushing slightly. “Okay, that didn’t come out right.” It only makes him cackle, though he tries to cover it with an unconvincing cough. “Stop laughing at me, Mac!” she hisses, tossing the rag back at him, but he catches it easily.

“I’m not laughing!”

“You are too!”

He continues to snicker as she rolls her eyes at him, unable to fight back the amused twitch of her lips, which only makes his own smile grow. “Go on, Rosie,” he teases her, shooing her towards the door as he goes back to cutting the tomatoes on the counter, “you have a snake to handle!” She’s not going to live that one down for a while. “Get your ass out there!”

She shoots him the bird as she tries to hide a smile, and pushes off the wall, hearing Pop chuckle behind her. Mac cackles as Rosie stalks back to the front of the diner just as quickly as she ducked away, shoving the door open wide as she goes and blatantly ignoring his good-natured ribbing. Everything is just as she left it: Mags at the counter knitting, six kids piled into a booth, and a trio of teenage gang members lurking in the corner.

It sounds like the punch line of a bad joke. Rosie shakes it off, glancing around the room purposefully, though her eyes linger on the Serpents’ booth in the back just a little too long, finding a pair of dark eyes already staring back at her, Sweet Pea absolutely shameless as he watches her openly. Fangs and Jughead are on one side of the booth, off in their own world with their backs to the rest of the diner as they laugh and joke about something. Sweet Pea is alone on the other, his back to the wall so that he can see everyone in the room, vigilant and a little guarded.

His lips quirk up a tick as he catches her eye, his expression lighter than it was when she last saw him this afternoon, and something warm twists in her stomach at the sight.

Rosie is the one to break their eye-contact first, her face flushing as she tries not to think about this morning, about the feel of his mouth on hers and the look in his eyes when he joked about them trying that again. He took it all in good humor, which was a relief, if she’s being completely honest, because Rosie has no real explanation for how erratic everything has been today. There are worse people she could have kissed, ones who would have been dicks about it or who would have gotten angry about her “being a tease”. It certainly helps that Sweet Pea is attractive. She’s not blind to that—and, okay, maybe he is a little bit her type with his bad-boy leather jacket and his dark eyes that have seen too much, but that’s besides the point—but it was a one time thing that’s never going to have a repeat.

Brushing the thoughts aside, Rosie grabs her notepad and scoops up a few menus, though it’s more of a formality than anything else. No one in Riverdale needs a menu at Pop’s anymore, not when it hasn’t changed in twenty years and everyone has been going here since before they can remember. Most people have their usual orders and are content with the same burger and fries combinations. Rosie herself knows the menu front and back and the regular orders of nearly everyone that comes in, aside from some of the stragglers from across Sweetwater River coming from Greendale.

Her gaze cuts to Magdalena, briefly catching the older woman’s eye, but she merely waves Rosie off with a smile. Mac should be by with her check soon, and Magdalena rarely stays when the diner has more than a handful of people inside, disliking the crowds.

Mumbling a goodbye to Magdalena, Rosie takes a deep breath, steeling herself before she turns back to the booth full of Serpents. Her eyes find Sweet Pea’s again easily, a grin immediately creeping onto her face as she starts towards the trio of boys. This time, she holds his eye-contact, practically daring him to look away first, and it only makes his smile widen, Sweet Pea taking up her challenge easily.

“You following me, Sweet Pea?” she jokes as soon as she’s close enough, her head tilting to one side curiously as she looks him over, trying not to be too obvious as she lets her eyes linger on his arms. He’s been popping up quite a bit today, more so than usual. It isn’t often that Southside Serpents come to the diner, not the younger ones, at least, but ever since summer she’s been seeing them around more and more, especially this particular group.

Jughead and Fangs pause in their conversation at Rosie’s sudden presence, the two of them turning at the sound of her voice. Smiles form on their faces easily, Jughead sending her a brief wave from his spot near the window as Fang’s brows raise towards his hairline, his grin just a little too bright as he glances between her and Sweet Pea, who sits up a little straighter at her blatant teasing.

He’s nearly eye-level with her, despite sitting down, only needing to tilt his chin the slightest bit to look her right in the eyes, and not for the first time she’s a bit intimidated by his height. Sweet Pea’s gaze shifts from hers, drifting lower on her frame as glances down at her uniform almost appraisingly, eyes lingering on her bare legs for just a second too long before jumping up to meet hers once again, smile lazy and a little dangerous in a way that makes her shiver. “Didn’t know you were working tonight, Doll,” he replies breezily, mirth in his dark eyes.

It’s a lie and they both know it. Rosie’s work schedule is nothing if not consistent, and she’s been working Wednesday nights ever since she started waitressing two years ago, because no one else wanted to work in the middle of the week.

Fangs snorts at the blatant lie, and Jughead frowns at Sweet Pea’s flippant response, eyes narrowing in apparent bewilderment. “She works here every Wednes—oww!” He cuts off with a yelp, clutching at his shoulder and shooting Fangs a nasty look, which the other Serpent ignores, still peering up at Rosie with a smug, knowing smile.

Rosie isn’t sure if Fangs was one of the Serpents with Sweet Pea this morning, considering how little she was paying attention to anything that wasn’t the tall Serpent, but she wouldn’t bet money against it. Even if Fangs wasn’t there this morning, she’s sure he’s heard about what happened, either from Sweet Pea or someone else, judging by the shit-eating grin he’s not even attempting to hide, amusement clear on his face. Fangs is a bit of a gossip, from what she’s heard from Kevin Keller, and with the look in his eyes right now Rosie definitely believes that.

Jughead, meanwhile, only looks confused, though Rosie can’t say she’s surprised by that. He’s always been a bit dense when it comes to anything besides Betty Cooper and Pop’s burgers, though he’s also pretty dense when it comes to Betty, so he doesn’t have much going for him in that regard either. She’s never met a stupider smart person in her life when it comes to emotions and feelings. Though, he is friends with Archie Andrews, so maybe she shouldn’t be all that surprised.

Biting her lip to keep from smiling, Rosie shifts her gaze between the three boys, trying not to stare at Sweet Pea for too long in case she gets caught. “No Toni tonight?” she asks in lieu of calling Sweet Pea out on the lie. “I didn’t think it was safe to leave the three of you unsupervised.”

Fangs places a hand over his heart, shooting her a faux wounded look. “I resent that, Hayes,” he jokes, unable to wipe the smile off his face. Rosie grins back at him, shaking her head and accidentally catching Sweet Pea’s gaze when he rolls his eyes at his friend.

Jughead, still looking mildly confused about earlier, only shrugs good-naturedly at her quip. “She’s with Cheryl tonight,” he tells Rosie a moment later. “It’s apparently date night.” It sounds a little sour when he says it, and her lips twitch up in amusement.

“What? No hot dates for you three?” Rosie drawls, a hint of sarcasm to the question. That explains why Cheryl was in such a good mood earlier when she stopped in, looking much more relaxed than when Rosie saw her at lunch. “

Jughead only shrugs again, mouth twisting into a small frown. “Betty’s busy,” he tells her, but doesn’t bother to elaborate as he jerks his thumb in the direction of his friends, “and these two are perpetually single.”

Sweet Pea snorts as he leans back against the booth and crosses his arms over his chest, lips quirking up in a grin. “Don’t lump Fogarty and me together, Jones.” He clucks his tongue at Jughead, eyes bright with amusement as he jerks his chin in Fangs direction. “I choose not to date. Fangs just has shitty luck with the ladies.”

Jughead snorts. “And guys.”

“Fuck you guys, I do not!”

“I suppose that’s why your single ass is sitting here on a Wednesday night, huh, Fogarty?” Trying to keep a straight face is almost impossible when Fangs jerks back around to look at her, eyes wide and mouth dropped open in shock, but somehow Rosie manages. The amusement in her eyes isn’t something she can hide though.

It’s not something she’d usually say on the job, but it causes the Serpents to crack up, and the way Sweet Pea’s eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles makes the joke worth any reprimand she could get from Pop Tate.

Fangs mimes being shot in the chest, one hand flying up to grasp at his jacket over his heart, sending her a mock wounded look. “Ouch!” he groans, laughing. “Damn girl, right for the throat!” Fangs looks across the table at Sweet Pea, who has a small smirk pulling at his lips, and jabs a thumb in Rosie’s direction. “She’s fucking brutal, man, you sure you can handle that?”

Rosie scoffs, rolling her eyes at Fangs before settling them on Sweet Pea instead, giving him a blatant once-over. “Oh, he definitely couldn’t handle me.” Though she’d certainly like to see him try. That could be fun.

Leaning forward in his seat, Sweet Pea braces his forearms against the table, wetting his lips as he locks eyes with her, pinning Rosie in place. “That a challenge, Doll?”

The way he says it is low and a little dangerous, and it makes her want to say yes.

“And what if it is?” She deflects the question, flirting more heavily than she usually would. It’s easy, she thinks, flirting with Sweet Pea, because it’s nothing serious. Rosie knows his type, a player and a flirt.

Sweet Pea grins back at her, ignoring the disgusted look on Fangs face as he leans closer to her.

Jughead, however, seems to have had enough.

“We heard you had some trouble with Reggie Mantle today, Rosie,” Jughead says suddenly, the serious note in his voice catching her off guard and causing the rest of the table to fall silent. Rosie’s eyes widen a fraction at the same time Sweet Pea’s smile drops abruptly, his jaw clenching so tightly his teeth grind together as he straightens his back.

There’s something steely in his dark eyes, colder than usual, and the sharp edge in Jughead’s voice is the same one she heard in Sweet Pea’s earlier in the afternoon. She doesn’t know exactly what he said to the other Serpents about her and Reggie, but judging by the air of tension surrounding the booth, it was nothing good.

All three boys look more serious than she’s ever seen them before. Granted, it isn’t often that anyone sees Jughead or Sweet Pea as anything other than serious, but Fangs typically isn’t without a slightly goofy grin on his face, making him the most approachable of the Southsiders at Riverdale High. The seriousness surrounding them now isn’t something Rosie really understands. She wouldn’t call herself friends with any of them, at least, not really. While she works at the Blue and Gold with Jughead, they’ve never been close, and the extent of her relationship with Fangs is the two of them throwing quips at one another in the halls. Sweet Pea she knows a bit better, considering they shared a math class last semester.

They seem more concerned with her “trouble” with Reggie Mantle than she thinks they should be, but a part of her understands it.

From what she’s heard from Cheryl and Betty, the Serpents have some kind of code when it comes to women, which is more than she can say for Riverdale’s Bulldogs and their playbook. Frankly, she’s not all that surprised that a group of violent bikers probably has better manners than football jocks. Disappointed, sure, but definitely not surprised.

“He was just being an ass,” Rosie replies simply, sending Jughead a small, albeit confused, smile before her gaze flicks to Sweet Pea for a heartbeat. “No big deal. You know how spurned exes can be. Reggie’s just pissed because I dumped his dumb ass.” Among other things, of course. Honestly, Reggie seemed more angry about her kissing Sweet Pea than Rosie leaving him, though he doesn’t exactly have the right to be mad about either situation, considering what he did.

And, really, it wasn’t that bad. Sure, he scared her a bit and her wrist is a little tender, but it could have been worse.

Fangs and Jughead share a brief look, but Sweet Pea doesn’t look away from Rosie, watching the way her fingers brush against her wrist absentmindedly, her grip on the menus tightening slightly.

“You sure?” Fangs asks her, clearing his throat loudly, causing her attention to snap back to him. He sends her another goofy smile, wiggling his brows jokingly, but she thinks it might be for her benefit. “Because if you need us to rough him up a bit for you we’ll totally do that.”

The look in his eyes makes her think he might be serious, but she chooses to ignore that.

Rosie shoots him a brief smile, not wanting to think about Reggie anymore tonight. “I’ll keep that in mind, Fogarty,” she says, just a little bit sarcastic, “but I think I’m good.” Clearing her throat, she lifts the menus higher, waving them slightly to get the boys’ attention. “So what can I get you guys today?” she finally asks them, feeling like it’s taken her forever to get to the point. “Will it be your usuals or are you boys feeling adventurous tonight?” She highly doubts that they are, considering they haven’t changed their orders once in the months they’ve been coming here, but it couldn’t hurt to ask.

“You know our usuals?”

She raises an unimpressed brow. “I know everyone’s orders, Jones, you aren’t special,” she quips back at him, making Sweet Pea and Fangs snicker. “Also you’re just incredibly predictable. A burger, fries, and a chocolate shake. Onion rings if you’re feeling particularly broody and emo.” Jughead Jones is a simple creature when it comes to food.

Sweet Pea snorts, amused as he turns to Jughead. “She’s got you there, Jones.”

Fangs smile suddenly twists into a slight frown, his brow furrowing as he stares down at the table for just a second before turning back to Rosie. “What’s mine?” he asks her, squinting like he doesn’t quite believe that she knows it, like it’s a test.

“Vanilla milkshake, and a double order of fries. Extra salt because you dip them in the shake,” she recites from memory, scribbling down the order as she says it. Fangs isn’t quite as predictable as Jughead, but he is predictable. “And a chicken sandwich.”

He gives her a slow nod as he leans back in his seat, satisfied with her answer. “She’s good,” he murmurs to Jughead, tilting his head towards the other Serpent, though he doesn’t take his eyes off Rosie.

Rosie turns to Sweet Pea last, notepad still in hand, and meets his gaze with her own. He seems mildly impressed with her guess work, a lazy kind of grin on his mouth as he looks up at her. “And what will you have?” she asks, ready to recite his order if he asks her to.

But Sweet Pea only smiles a little wider, keeping his eyes firmly locked with hers. “Surprise me, Doll,” he tells her, voice more throaty than before, sending a pleasant tingle up her spine and making her pen falter against the notepad.

It throws her off guard a little bit, but she bounces back quickly. “You don’t seem like the type that likes surprises, West Side Story,” she throws back at him, unsure what to do with the noncommittal answer.

His gaze drifts a little lower then, lingering on her lips and making her mouth go dry. “Maybe I’m starting to,” he murmurs, quieter than before, just for her. Rosie’s lips part, but she can’t bring herself to speak, unsure what to say.

Jughead clears his throat again, and her eyes snap over to him reluctantly. “Just the usuals today, Rosie,” Jughead tells her, smile a little apologetic, but mostly amused. Beside him, Fangs pretends to gag, only to yelp and jump slightly when Sweet Pea kicks him under the table. “That should be it.”

She nods, gaze flitting back to Sweet Pea unwittingly before she can stop herself. “All right,” she tells the trio, forcing herself to look at all of them before taking a step back, “I’ll be right back with those shakes.” Eyes flicking to Sweet Pea once more, Rosie holds his gaze for just a second before turning on her heel.

The weight of Sweet Pea’s gaze follows her across the diner, but Rosie ignores it as she heads back to the counter. Magdalena is gone, her spot empty, and Rosie is briefly disappointed that she didn’t get to say goodbye, but the older woman comes in like clockwork, so Rosie will be seeing her again soon enough. In her place is Mac, standing on the other side of the counter cleaning glasses, a smirk blooming across his face as Rosie walks up.

“Three shakes,” is all she says as she steps up to him, blatantly ignoring the laughter in his eyes and his shit-eating grin.

For a moment he doesn’t say anything, just smiles at her as he reaches over to grab three glasses. He fiddles with the milkshake machine for a second, not wanting to turn it on. Mac glances up at her, but his gaze slides over her shoulder, back towards the both with the Serpents. “So which one was it?” he asks her casually, looking away just as quickly as he starts with a vanilla shake for Fangs.

The hum off the machine is soft enough for Rosie to talk over it. “Which one what?” she asks, feigning ignorance as she glances down at her nails, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her flush.

He snorts at her obvious tactic, rolling his eyes at her. “Which one were you sucking faces with this morning?” he clarifies, careful to keep his voice low in the quiet diner despite the noise of the machine.

Rosie groans, resting her elbows against the counter and dropping her face into her hands, hiding herself. “Oh my god,” she mumbles, voice muffled by her hands. “We are not having this conversation right now.”

Mac ignores her, as usual. “No, wait! Don’t tell me, I’ll guess!” he says, still smiling at her, very much the cat that got the cream. Again, he looks over her at the boys, squinting slightly to get a good look at them from across the room, not an ounce of subtle in the way he eyes the leather-clad teenagers.

Eyes rolling, Rosie drops her hands from her face. “It’s not a big deal, Mac,” she promises him, trying not to pout as he ignores her completely, continuing to observe each boy in turn, fingers drumming against the countertop. Rosie doesn’t dare look over her shoulder at the Serpents, sure they’re all staring right back at Mac in confusion.

Finally, Mac blinks, breaking his stare as he turns back to Rosie. “I’m going to guess it’s the tall angry one that’s staring at your ass,” he tells her simply, hitting the nail right on the head.

Rosie stiffens, fighting the urge to whirl around to see if Mac is right. “He is not staring at my ass,” she says instead, not nearly as convincing as she’d like to sound. Even as she says it, it feels like a lie, because she can still feel his eyes on her frame, watching her from across the diner a little too closely.

Though, she can’t say she doesn’t like it.

Mac ignores her again, looking way too pleased with himself. “Fucking knew it,” he says under his breath, tapping his fist against the countertop excitedly. He seems to register what she said a moment later. “Also are you sure about that, Sweetheart?” he jokes, looking at her almost sympathetically, clearly teasing her further. “Because I’m not convinced that he isn’t trying to mentally undress you. Like, he’s trying super hard. It’s kind of creepy.”

Rosie swats at him with the menus, making Mac yelp in surprise as she slaps at his arm before putting them down, knowing she isn’t going to be needing them. “Don’t be gross,” she chastises him, fighting the urge to roll her eyes again, something she seems to do a lot around Mac. At this point, she’s surprised her eyes aren’t strained from all of it. Rosie is quiet for a moment, her lip pulled between her teeth as she waits for Mac to finish the shake. Curiosity gets the best of her a moment later. “How did you know?”

“That he’s staring at your ass?” He slides the vanilla shake over to her, grabbing the next glass and switching to chocolate. “Well, he’s not exactly subtle.”

“How did you know it was him?”

Mac quirks a brow at her, as if to imply that her question is ludicrous. “Aside from the fact that he hasn’t taken his eyes off you since he walked in?” he asks her rhetorically, wetting his lips and taking another glance at the boys, this time not lingering on them. “He definitely looks like your type, Rose.” Mac shrugs, seemingly satisfied with the answer, but Rosie stares back at him, practically mortified.

She drops her head back to her hands again, sighing. “Oh my god…”

Mac, again, ignores her, talking mostly to himself. “Dark hair,” he muses, “romantic eyes, looks a little dangerous. That’s your type,” he jokes, winking at her from across the counter.

“Are you really quoting Gilmore Girls?” she scoffs.

He waves her off. “If the shoe fits,” he says dismissively. “I mean look at him,” Mac tells her, jerking his chin in Sweet Pea’s direction, though Rosie does no such thing. “Leather jacket. Snake tattoo. Resting bitch face.” He ticks them off on his hand. “We love a good bad boy!”

Rosie bites back a smile as Mac finishes the second shake, shaking her head at him in amusement. “One,” she starts, holding up a finger to keep him from going on some rant, “you sound like, Sophie. Two, I don’t have a thing for bad boys.” Mac rolls his eyes, grabbing the third glass and again going for the chocolate. “Make that one strawberry,” she blurts before Mac can hit the button, surprising the both of them.

Mac frowns slightly, sending her a quizzical look, but she pretends not to see it as she chews her bottom lip slightly, picking at her nails.

Finally, Mac shrugs, going back to his task as he continues the conversation. “Well, Sophie’s right, because you totally have a thing for bad boys. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have made out with him in the hallway of your high school.” He peeks up at her again, sending her a cheeky smile. “Which is classy, Rose, it really is.”

She huffs, waving at him dismissively and straightening as she gathers the two finished glasses, knowing he’s almost done. “I was just trying to get Reggie off my back, okay?” she tells him, feeling like she’s lying through her teeth. “It’s not like it meant something. I could have kissed anyone.”

“Anyone? Damn, Hayes, you player!” He says it way too loud and Rosie glares at him, hissing his name and taking another swipe at him with her hand, but he dodges her easily, placing the strawberry shake on the counter in front of her with a wink. “Go bring them their drinks. I’ll let Pop know they want their usuals.” She’s about to thank him when he cuts her off, continuing quickly as he steps away from the counter and out of her reach. “And let me know if you want to take your break early. You know, while your boy toy is here!”

“You’re infuriating.”

“You love me!”

He’s gone before she can retaliate, and Rosie heaves another sigh as she grabs all three glasses, fighting back a smile as Mac disappears into the kitchen to hide from her. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her slightly frayed nerves before heading back to the Serpents’ booth, knowing they likely noticed Mac being incredibly obvious and totally not subtle as he stared at them.

Rosie turns and, yeah, Sweet Pea is still staring at her. Something warm bubbles in her stomach, but she ignores it as she heads back to them, cradling the shakes in her hands, careful not to spill anything. Jughead and Fangs notice her right away this time, turning to her with twin smiles.

“Here you are,” Rosie says as she comes up to their table, placing the drinks down. “Pop Tate should be ready with your orders soon, but let me know if you need anything else, okay?” She grins at them as she hands Jughead and Fangs their drinks, hesitating only a moment before handing Sweet Pea his as well.

“Thanks, Rosie,” Jughead says, giving her a brief nod.

Fangs gives her a boyish grin, lighting up at the shake. “You’re an angel,” he murmurs, making her laugh.

Sweet Pea’s hand lingers a little too long against hers as he takes the milkshake from her hand, a small frown pulling at his lips as his eyes narrow in thought. “Strawberry?” Bewilderment clouds his voice along with something else, a little curious and a little amused. He holds the glass gingerly, eyes never leaving Rosie’s as he waits for a response.

Biting her lip, Rosie bends down towards him, dipping her chin so he’s at eye-level and leaning in just a little too close. “I thought you wanted a surprise?” she teases lightly, practically whispering in his ear as she grins back at him. Sweet Pea goes tense as she says it, and Rosie pulls back just as quickly, turning back to Fangs and Jughead, who are watching with secretive, knowing looks. “Enjoy!”

The door slamming shut causes Rosie to rip her eyes away from the Serpents hurriedly, an instinctive, practiced greeting on her lips as she turns towards the new arrivals, lips still pulled into a cheeky grin from talking with Sweet Pea. The smile slips from her face just as quickly as she’s met with a familiar sight as a group of four funneling into the dinner and settling in a booth close to the doors.

Sweet Pea catches sight of them just a second before she does, his body already turned towards the rest of the dinner, and he goes stiff when he recognizes the newcomers, hands tightening into fists almost immediately. Fangs and Jughead are quick to turn around as well, noticing the immediate change in their friend, and their reactions are much the same, bodies going tense and their expressions hardening.

If the Serpents in their leather jackets seem out of place in the neon, retro diner, than the Bulldogs’ blue Letterman jackets blend right in. Those jackets are the first thing she notices, and it’s all she needs to see to know that her night just got a little more complicated. It’s football players, of course, four of them, and they’re all familiar enough, part of the senior class even if she isn’t exactly friendly with any of them. Leading them is, of course, Reggie fucking Mantle.

“Speak of the devil,” Fangs murmurs, pulling a face at the jocks, and Rosie can’t help but silently agree.

He catches her gaze quickly, lips twisting up in a smirk that’s almost friendly, but it falters when he sees her standing with Sweet Pea and the other Serpents, becoming something mean just as quickly. He waits for Moose to slide into the booth before him, taking the outside seat facing towards her, a look that’s somehow both irritated and cocky spread across his face.

Reggie winks at her, and Rosie briefly considers the pros and cons of throwing the nearest milkshake at his head.

She must stare for a moment too long, a horrified look on her face, because she startles when a hand bumps against hers on the table. Rosie jerks back to reality, eyes meeting Sweet Pea’s easily. He frowns at her, lips pressed into a thin, stiff line. “You good?” is all he asks, low and even, to the point.

The smile she sends him in return is only half as bright as it was before, but she nods reassuringly, allowing her hand to linger against his before she straightens and takes a step back from the booth, making sure to look at all of them as she speaks. “I’ve handled worse than a couple of thickheaded jocks,” she tells him, glancing back at the table full of Bulldogs before her gaze flits back to the trio of Serpents, meeting each of their gazes briefly. “I’ll be back with your food in a bit” she tells them, stepping away before any of them can get another word in.

Plastering on the cheeriest smile she can muster, Rosie takes a deep breath before heading over to the Bulldogs, silently praying that they don’t act like total buffoons tonight. Reggie tends to stir shit up, but Moose is usually able to make him dial it back a few notches. The other two, Kowalski and Greene, she doesn’t know nearly as well, but she figures they’ll just go along with whatever attitude Reggie has for the night.

“Hi, how can I help you guys today?” she asks them, the words scripted and easy. If she’s lucky, they’ll just make their usual orders and she can go hide in the back until they leave. Maybe Mac can finally try his hand at waiting tables or something.

Moose is the first to react to her presence, smiling up at her before Reggie can open his dumb mouth. “Hey, Rosie,” he greets softly, giving her a slight nod from the corner.

Rosie grins back, a bit more genuine than before as she steadfastly ignores Reggie, feeling more than one pair of eyes on her. “Moose,” she returns. “How’s Midge?” her voice dips into something quieter, despite the lack of a crowd in the diner, “I didn’t see her much today.”

His smile falters, but only for a second. “She’s better, thanks.”

“Good,” Rosie returns evenly. “Tell her I say hi when you see her.” Moose nods in response, his eyes slipping from hers down to the tabletop, and Rosie clears her throat as a hint of tension thickens the air. “So,” she continues before the silence can become awkward, pulling out her notepad, “do you guys want the usual after practice carb overload? Or are you going to try something new?”

She doubts they will. In the four years since they started playing football, their after practice orders haven’t changed much, aside from a few adjustments and recommendations from Coach Clayton.

They’re creatures of habit, if nothing else.

“Depends,” one of the other boys asks her, “are you on the menu, Hayes?”

He gives her an over-dramatic once-over, making a point of blatantly checking her out in her uniform shorts and mustard-yellow shirt. “Not even in your dreams, Kowalski,” she returns flippantly, knowing he’s only teasing. If Kowalski is straight, she’ll get Mac’s face tattooed on her ass.

“What?” Reggie asks lazily, scoffing slightly as his gaze cuts to her, “your Serpent doesn’t like to share, Rose?” She stiffens in surprise, and the rest of the booth goes equally as silent. “I thought they passed their girls around,” Reggie tacks on venomously at the end, voice loud enough for the entire diner to hear.

It’s a blatant jab at the Serpents in the room, a nasty rumor the Bulldogs started a while back, and it hits.

There’s a slight scuffle from the Serpents’ booth and the sound of something slamming against the table, but Rosie keeps her eyes trained on the side of Reggie’s face, noting that his gaze is directed at the Southsiders in the corner of the diner, gaze probably locked with Sweet Pea’s. The barb was directed at him more than it was Rosie, but a lick of anger spikes in her regardless, her jaw clenching in irritation.

“Reggie, man, knock it off,” Moose hisses at him, sitting up a little straighter. Kowalski and Greene don’t say a word, glancing between the two, though they tense up as well, feeling the Serpents watching them. If it came down to a fight, they’d probably take their captain’s side, but Rosie is praying it doesn’t get that far.

Rosie takes a breath, exhaling through her nose in irritation as she glares down at her ex, eyes narrowed dangerously. “What and who I do isn’t your business, Reggie,” she snaps at him, putting more emphasis on the ‘who’ than intended, but it catches his attention immediately. “I thought I made that perfectly clear this afternoon.”

He snorts, finally pulling his gaze back to her. “This is Bulldog territory,” he reminds her as if it’s obvious, making her fight the urge to roll her eyes. “Snakes shouldn’t be here.”

“This is a public diner,” Rosie throws back, propping a hand on her hip and raising an extremely unamused brows at him, lips pressed into a thin line. “And you’re on the football team, not part of a street gang.” Her voice raises slightly towards the end, loud enough to gain the attention of the entire room. If Reggie is going to act like an ass, than she has no problem with making sure everyone knows about it. “Act civil, or I’ll get Mac to throw you out, your choice,” Rosie finishes sweetly, flashing a pretty smile that’s more teeth than anything else. “So, will it be the usuals today?” she asks again.

The boys are all silent, blinking back at her, cowed by the venom in her voice.

Moose clears his throat. “That sounds good, Rosie, thanks.”

Rosie���s shift continues that way for some time, bouncing between the three tables and occasionally filling a to-go order, Sweet Pea’s flirting getting a little heavier with each round and Reggie’s attitude getting worse in return, until the Serpents finally ask for their checks as the clock hits nearly ten-thirty, a half-hour still left on her shift.

Somehow, Sweet Pea is coerced into paying for all of them, and Rosie hides a smile from her place behind the counter, wiping down a glass in silence as he approaches her. “You guys heading out?” she asks, feeling silly for the question, but wanting to make conversation. She peeks up at him through her lashes, having to crane her head back to meet his eyes. Not for the first time she’s a bit taken aback by how tall he is, Sweet Pea positively towering over her now that she’s only in flats.

He nods. “FP wants us back at the Wyrm,” he explains vaguely. Sweet Pea leans down, resting his elbows against the countertop before handing her the check and enough bills to cover the cost. “Serpent business,” he elaborates with a wink, smirking down at her as she eyes the leather clinging to him like a second skin.

Rosie snorts at the response, knowing it’s some kind of joke that she’s not privy to. “Well,” she drawls, taking his money and counting it quickly, punching it into the register, “try to stay out of trouble.”

He only laughs again, waiting for his change. “Not likely, Doll.” She drops his money into his hand, offering him one last smile and waiting for him to push off from the counter, only to pause when he doesn’t, leaning in closer instead. “Is Mantle watching?” he murmurs, so close she can feel the heat of his breath against her lips. Her mouth goes dry, and she can only nod in response, feeling Reggie watching them. Again, that lick of satisfaction curls in her stomach. “Let me see your phone.”

Rosie quirks a brow, but easily complies. “Are you openly trying to antagonize him?” She can’t say she would blame him for it. Rosie’s been getting some kind of sick satisfaction out of watching Reggie throw a fit like petulant child all night long, just like she did this morning. A bitter part of her wants to get a rise out of him, to make him squirm a little bit and take pride in the fact that she doesn’t give a damn what he thinks anymore. Reggie can stay mad for all she cares, she has better things to do with her time.

“Could be fun,” Sweet Pea chuckles, echoing her own thoughts as he takes her phone from her carefully, finding her contacts. She watches him, slightly surprised as he creates a new contact, typing in his information and shooting himself a text, before sliding the phone back to her, fingers brushing against hers.

He moves to straighten, but hesitates, leaning in close again as she goes back to the glass on the counter, pocketing her phone. “Hey, Rosalie?” She stills, surprised at the use of her name as Sweet Pea clears his throat, but she doesn’t look up. “What Fangs said earlier? If Mantle gives you trouble, you come talk to me. I’ll set him straight.” It doesn’t sound like a suggestion, and she rolls her eyes in response, grinning faintly.

“Are you offering to beat up my annoying ex?” she jokes, glancing up at him briefly, only to still when she sees how serious he is, his eyes darker than before.

“Only if you want me to,” he tells her, reaching out to tug on one of her curls playfully, twisting the copper strand around his finger. The seriousness slips from him as quickly as it came, and he sends her another flirty smile. “Or if you’d rather just make out again, that’s fine, too.”

She bites back a giggle, rolling her eyes in good-humor instead as she pushes him back a step. “Goodnight, Sweet Pea,” she says firmly, moving his face away from hers with a playful shove.

He allows her to push him around, shoving away from the counter with a grin. He only hesitates for a moment, wetting his lips as he stares down at her, a heated look in his eyes. “Night, Doll.”

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Superhuman - Weak

Pairing- Vernon x Fem!Reader  Genre- A little everything Warnings- Shipping, vernon is a total asshole in this chapter ngl, idk tell me if i missed anything plz i think i got everything? Word Count- 3852

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The last boy hesitated to introduce himself after Vernon's clearly agitated growl of his own name. It was almost as if it rumbled from his chest, radiated from his whole body and while you thought it was quiet, it was clear that everyone around the rest of the table had heard it too. Jeonghan, you noticed, looked a bit angry at the boy's tone, eyes narrowed in a focus you recognize as him trying to get into Vernon's head. You glanced at Vernon, only to find his eyes were narrowed at Jeonghan as well. He was impossible to read, there was something unpleasant about him- something that threw you off- but of course you couldn't tell what it was. "Stop." He spoke, tone discordant and harsh. It forced your eyes away from him, so you looked back to your roommate, at whom the demand was directed.

When you looked back at Jeonghan, he was no longer frustrated- more startled. His lips pursed, eyes were wider than usual, and his gaze not once faltered as he curiously stared down the younger boy. Surprisingly, Vernon was the first to look away.

"Sorry." He mumbled, to the surprise and possibly amusement of the whole table. It was wrong of you to judge him, of course, but if you had seen a bear in the woods, your first instinct would be to run. If the bear apologized, you would feel bad- and very confused-, but at least you would've been alive because who were you to know what was going on in the bear's head? How were you supposed to know, with the utterly harsh sense of mortality a bear put off, that it wouldn't kill you on the spot? He had to know of the fire in his cold eyes, the silent threat he forced with only his presence, so he couldn't have been hurt by the astonished stares from around the table.

You noticed Seungcheol protectively sling an arm over the back of Jeonghan's chair as Jeonghan gave a soft, but approving, nod to Vernon. "Hyung." He corrected, voice holding a subtle tone of commandment and simultaneously a weakness, a fear as if he were only testing to see if he could in any way control his younger.

It was silent a few seconds, tension eating away at all of you as everyone waited anxiously for some sort of a resolve for the problem. It wasn't a good thing in any possible way for any members of your team to be this defensive towards one another- especially not this early. Your hands clenched around your thighs thoughtlessly, almost a way to relieve some of the tension though really it did nothing except calm you just in the slightest, giving you a way to transmit some of the fear in your upper body beneath the table, where nobody could see that the tension made you nervous.

"Sorry... Hyung." Vernon said, voice low but without any sarcasm or hostility. His eyes flickered up to Jeonghan's, and Jeonghan stayed quiet, meeting his eyes with a soft tick of his head to the side to highlight the curiosity in his gaze.

Finally, Seungcheol cleared his throat and turned his eyes to the last of the table to be introduced. Everyone else, of course, followed the leader's eyes, including you, and you leaned to glance down at the last boy at the end of the table.

"I-I'm Lee Chan." He said, looking across the table, out the window, at the table- just generally anywhere Vernon wasn't, and he didn't hide it, either. Vernon, as you could see him from the corner of your eye no matter how hard you tried to look over him- pretend he didn't exist- seemed almost amused. You had a feeling you were starting to figure him out. He could've sat somewhere else, but he had clearly intimidated you on your first 'meeting' in the hallway, and he liked that. Now, he had done the same for Chan and he seemed to be greatly enjoying himself because of it. You stayed silent though- forced yourself to bite your tongue because even if he was an asshole, you weren't and there was no reason to start an argument over it.

So you didn't. Jeonghan took it upon himself to kindly re-explain the menu to the boy who had come in late to the cafeteria, while everyone else tucked into their lunch. You did as well, of course, though you ate much slower than the group of food-frenzied men surrounding you. At the very least, you faked more manners than they even attempted to pretend they possessed as they shoved food in their faces, sparking up conversation when they still had food in their mouths. Some part of it was almost charming, how relaxed they seemed around one another (well, most of them anyways.) A few boys, really only Jeonghan and Seungkwan- tried to include you, pull you into their conversations but you had to lean over the table to hear Jeonghan through all the noise and to be included in Seungkwan's conversation (god forbid,) you had to shift closer to Vernon, lean until your ear was practically in his chest and you could hear his heartbeat and feel the cold radiating off his body and his eyes on you- and try to look past him, to focus on whatever the hell Seungkwan and Seokmin were talking about which was very hard when you were in such close proximity of anyone- especially someone you worried might rip your head right off at any moment.

You weren't so afraid of him, really. You felt like you put out more fear than you actually experienced- but he was so unpredictable that your subconscious must've felt the danger and taken matters into its own hands. One minute, the boy was trying to start an argument with Yoon Jeonghan of all people, and the next- with hardly any true encouragement from Jeonghan, he was apologizing and calling him hyung.

Could you be blamed, really, for wanting to avoid most close contact with him? Besides, you didn't really feel like talking. You had stayed up most of the night driving with your mom to get to the school, and when you did get there, you were immediately instructed to drop your bags off with the others and go to the bleachers. Plus, you had exerted a ton of energy battling Rosè and your one hour recovery nap didn't exactly replenish you. At least, you knew, you'd sleep well tonight.

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"How long are we going to be in here?" Minghao's voice broke the silence that had been holding since the first attempt at fitting 14 people into the room that was hardly bigger than a nice-sized walk in closet when the floorspace was reduced by a bunk bed and two desks. Minghao was seated on the rug, legs folded beneath him as he stared up at the three eldest, all crowded around Seungcheol's desk. Cheol was in the chair, Jeonghan on the desk just above him, and Joshua was in a chair on Seungcheol's other side.

The rest of the large group was scattered around the room- with Vernon and Seungkwan leaning on the wall by the door, Jun and Soonyoung up on the top bunk, Jihoon sitting on Joshua's desk, and the last five of you were squished shoulder to shoulder on Seungcheol's bed. Jeonghan didn't seem to mind that every eye in the room was trained on him, in fact he might have even enjoyed it, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as his own eyes traveled over the 11 youngers waiting for his reply.

"About two and a half hours. That's how long the assembly lasts."

"We can't leave before the assembly ends?" Chan breathed out tiredly from the other end of the bed, and as you turned you watched him lean his head against the bedpost. "It's already starting to get hot in here... There's so many people."

Jeonghan shook his head, clearly recognizing the younger's concern, but there was really nothing he could do about it. Maybe they should've split the group up, but it was best that everyone heard everyones question. In case anyone forgot something important.

"They don't care if you're not in the meeting, as long as you're not walking around the school. They don't want you wandering the halls."

It fell silent for another long pause, and everyone seemed to be waiting for someone else to say something. For anyone else to step up and be braver than they were- ask a better question than they would.

Unsurprisingly, the first to speak was Vernon.

"So what's the point of this school?" He asked. There was a tone in of disinterest in his voice, arms folded across the expanse of his shirt- hiding whatever words were scrawled across the black fabric under his pale skin. "Is there some kind of ultimate superhero battle? Or is there just no fucking purpose at all?"

Seungcheol eyed him almost warningly, but patiently answered his question before Jeonghan could get to it with a soft "no." He spoke, but he quickly corrected himself. "No, Its to help you control your powers. The purpose of the school is to teach you to control and use your powers for good, but in secret. There is a sort of, 'ultimate superhero battle' at the end of the year, but it's for sport. For fun. Like football, kind of. We'll be participating in it, hopefully. If everyone is up for it."

Vernon nodded in understanding, but fell silent once more.

"Are there any like super important rules we don't already know about?"

Jeonghan took back over in answering Seungkwan's question, raising his leg to lay it over Seungcheol's shoulder, and Seungcheol replied by letting his hand rest lazily on Jeonghan's ankle.

"Not that i can think of... You have to be in your room by 9:30. There's no set time for dinner or breakfast but lunch is at exactly 12:30 every day. Aside from lunch, if you miss a meal or feel like eating earlier or later, you're free to. Breakfast is usually at 7 and dinner is usually at 6:30. Classes are always with your team, but the work is usually split by year. There's no homework except anything you don't finish during class time. Don't act up in hall C or the long stretch of hall A because that's where Mrs. Bang Lurks and she hates students so she'll take any and every opportunity to get you in trouble. They don't care who you date as long as you don't lose focus of your studies, so you don't need to worry about that... You can hold hands and stuff just don't hug too long or kiss at all. I think that's... Oh!" Most people jumped at least a bit, eyes shooting up to stare questioningly at the elder boy on the desk. "Uniforms! When you wake up there'll be a uniform in your closet.. your size. They all look the same except there's a colored strip on the pocket over your heart which tells your team. Every team has a different color. Besides that though, you have to wear your uniform to class, but as soon as classes are over for the day, you can wear whatever you want. You can wear pajamas around the school if you really want- just make sure you always wear your uniform to class."

It was clear by the calculating stares, slowly nodding heads that no-one could think of anything else. Practically all of your elders wore the same look, as if they were digging so far back in their minds, looking for anything else but finding nothing. You assumed that if there were any more rules that were particularly important, you would soon find out.

"Any more questions?"

It was silent for a few moments before Seokmin speaks up, asking "What's our color?"

"Rose quartz and Serenity." Came a voice from above, and you glanced up to see Soonyoung looking down with a friendly smile and his head in his hands. His eyes met yours quickly, and his smile widened. Someone, at least, was listening to him. "We have two colors. Seungcheol picked them. They're like... specific shades of pink and blue. Not that you didn't know that already. "

Seokmin's responding smile was radiant, his eyes wrinkled and curved in possibly the cutest display of amusement you thought you might have ever seen and only then did it dawn on you that Seokmin was a second year. He, of course, already knew that. Your lips tugged upwards in a smile that drew a soft laugh from your chest, knees pulling up closer to you as you planted the heels of your sock-clothed feet on the edge of the bed. Your arms wound around your legs, chin resting on your knees as you watched the laughter around the room die down. It had sparked up just after your giggle was released, most of the people in the room ended up laughing- and as your short giggle didn't last very long- you got to observe the other members of your team at their happiest.

Vernon, of course, didn't laugh, instead staring down at the floor in complete silence, face scrunched in effort as if he was trying to block it out. You wouldn't have been particularly surprised if he was. Your eyes continued to trail over your team, watching as they slowly caught their breath, smiles never fading.

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Morning, you found, was particularly uncomfortable. The window was rather large, and the curtains that Jeonghan had drawn as tight as they could go in order to not let in light- let in much more light than either of you had hoped. You could hear Jeonghan groaning something about 'forgot how bad that actually was,' as he woke up beneath you.

Classes were almost unnecessarily boring, as well. You always hated first days. It felt like you were hearing the same things over and over and over again and you despised it. This school, you found, was no exception. Possibly even more boring considering you had no phone- there was no service this far out in the woods and your mom said it would be best for you just to not bring it, so you listened. Originally, you couldn't imagine how you'd function without a phone but as the day drug on, you found it was probably better that way. You were practically being forced to listen to your teachers, and it- especially in Ms. Bang's class, was horrible. Your uniform wasn't unbearably ugly, though, and you got to sit with your team all day, so it certainly could have been worse.

The classrooms were separated into sections, with four lines of two desks going down. Each year sat in one line, and the teacher taught each different year for about 20 minutes. When your year wasn't being spoken to, you would have to work on papers based on what you had just been taught.

It seemed easy enough- and it was easy. The hardest part of your day was something you didn't remember Jeonghan informing you about. Team practices.

Seungcheol, of course, was the best, the strongest of your team, and you were paired with him. You tried not to take it as an insult- the subtle insult you knew it was, but it wasn't even so much an insult as it was a gentle, quiet 'you're not as good as us.' It was a fact.

Your palms were sweaty- lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed and muscles so sore as you narrowly dodged the ball of ice Seungcheol threw at you. It was your own fault- he hadn't made it to where it would do anything other than knock you over, but in your haste to cool down after the rather impressive amount of exercise you had gotten just in the past hour, you had lowered the temperature towhere his simple, weak ball of water, was a ball of pure ice that could have broken a bone had you not dodged it.

You tried to strike him with a bolt of lightning, but it seemed your aim wasn't as good as you thought it was. Soonyoung, who was off to the back of him and slightly right, screeched and jumped back, hair standing on end. You groaned to yourself as Jeonghan laughed at Soonyoung, trying again only to, again, be nowhere near him. You stopped where you were, eyes narrowing in focus as you held out your fingertip, aiming at the ground beneath his feet- but before you could even fire, he lifted you into the air and slammed you back into the ground. It had to be hard to manipulate gravity so quickly and sharply. You could've commended him- but god were you not in the mood for that shit. It seemed you were simply lucky to have hit Rose at all during your initial battle, and you hated it. You hated being so far below the level of your entire team. Soon, Seungcheol was straddling your waist, hands on your own to hold you still, and his brown eyes bored down into yours with a burning flame of adrenaline.

"Don't stop moving. People who are more experienced can attack in a second- and win. Don't ever stop moving." He advised, slowly starting to move off of you. Your hair stuck to the sweat on your forehead, breath coming out in desperate pants, and he hadn't even broken a sweat. He stood quickly, holding a hand out for you to take- to pull you up. You didn't take it.

Not only were you royally pissed at your own lack of ability and taking it out on him, but you didn't know if you had the energy to stand anyways. Hands planted firmly on the ground, you pushed up to a sitting position and pulled your knees up, acting like you had the strength in your jellly-like limbs. It wasn't hard to see through, though, with the way your body shook in exhaustion. Seungcheol sighed, crouching down to lift you into his arms and carry you over to Soonyoung for a quick energy boost. You argued, weakly beating his chest as you huffed for him to put you down, but he didn't. The rest of the team stood around Soonyoung, most looking at you in disappointment, maybe even concern- except Vernon. He glared at you, and you knew why.

You were weak. You were a waste of their time. If the most skilled on the team couldn't teach you anything after two weeks of practice, you would never learn. It wasn't long before he voiced your thoughts.

"She's weak." Vernon snapped harshly as Seungcheol set you down on the bench, and you remained silent. Soonyoung shot a glare at the younger, leaning down to grab a bottle from his bag. You already knew what it was- god only knew how often you had already had to take it. "Absolutely fucking nothing is working. Clearly, she's not going to learn."

It hurt. Of course it did, it stung so bad because you knew that he was speaking the truth. Seungcheol, the best on the team, couldn't teach you anything in two weeks- who could teach you? You just couldn't seem to learn- there was always something else, something more to remember. When you were thinking about something, how to not make the same mistake you had made in the past, you would make a new one. Then you would stress and forget the mistake you had just made. It was lucky if you got even one attack on him.

"Stop it, Hansol." Seungcheol barked at him. His gaze was trained, harsh on the younger. But Vernon was pissed- he was tired of watching you lose over and over and over again. It was boring and repetitive.

He crossed his arms defensively over his chest. "Hyung- she's not learning! You're not fucking teaching her anything! How many more times am i going to have to watch her fail before you realize that fucking talking is not doing the job!"

Soonyoung gently grabbed your chin, dropping down in front of you and making you look at him as he held the bottle up to your lips.

"Don't listen to them," He spoke, and you tried to focus on him as you took a long drink of the potion, swallowing it with a grimace as the bitter taste strikes you. It lingers on your tongue, distracting your senses for a bit, but you're immediately brought back when Seungcheol jumps up, fists clenched in fury.

"You know what, kid? If you think you can do it better, you fucking train her tomorrow. But stop dragging her down because you're pissed. She's doing her fucking best and she's not weak. She's your teammate, and she deserves a little fucking respect." You didn't mean to cry- not at all, but his words struck you. You understood Vernon's anger, but he was a dick about it and that only made it worse- so Seungcheol standing up for you the way he had left you unable to not cry.

Jeonghan grabbed Seungcheol, mumbling something in his ear to calm him down- and it seemed to be working, but then you heard Jihoon on your other side, voice strong and angry as he spotted the tears Soonyoung tried to wipe off your cheeks. It was growing cloudy, but the rain hadn't started to fall yet. It was late, the only light came from the lights around the field but it was more than enough to light the field- and you were so fucking tired. You just wanted to go to bed, but you didn't say anything, letting Jihoon's voice fill your ears.

"You're an asshole, and i hope you're proud of yourself." He growled. "Go back to your room and go to sleep. I think you need a break."

The rough pads of Soonyoungs thumbs wiped at your tears as you felt your muscles relax a little, the soreness growing lighter- even if just a little. His eyes were soft, warm and reassuring as he gazed up at you. He doesn't need to speak to calm you down, hands dropping to your knees to hold you carefully. His hands were warm, gentle, and he carefully stood up. He started to bend down, to lift you into his arms as your limbs were still burning- shaking even as the pain started to fade- but Jeonghan stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll take her." He mumbled. "I'm gonna go to bed, it's been a long day."

You felt, distantly, his arms wind around you, lifting you against his chest. You were tired. Not about to pass out, but drowsy. It really had been a long day and the potion always made you drowsy for at least half an hour. That night, it wasn't the potion that had caused you to fall asleep in Jeonghan's arms, face resting in the crook of his neck.

Superhuman Masterlist      Part One- Enemy      Part Two- Team      Part Three- Weak

#Superhuman #Superhuman 3 #Vernon #Seventeen AU #Seventeen #Seventeen Magic AU #Seungcheol #Jeonghan #Joshua #Jun #Soonyoung #Wonwoo #Jihoon #Seokmin #Mingyu #Minghao #Seungkwan #Hansol #Chan #Writing #Seventeen fic

[murfeelee]

Malec Chronicles - Pt8: Good Night, Sweetpea

CAPTIONS AS TEXT

- Max led his fathers downstairs and across the hall, where Alec and Magnus could already hear Madzie calling out for them.

- "Papa! Daddy! Monsters!"

- Magnus and Alec looked around frantically, but didn't see any monsters. Madzie had been having another nightmare. "It was just a dream." But Madzie was still shaken.

- Magnus cast a good luck charm on her bed, making a big show of banishing the nightmare demons so that his daughter could sleep safe and sound. "Thank you, Papa!" "Anytime, Sweetpea."

- To help the kids get back to sleep Magnus read bedtime stories, implementing all his best voices to bring smiles to everyone's faces.

- Soon enough the children were back to sleep again.

- "Sleep well, Sweetpea. Pleasant dreams."

- Heading out, in soft voices they whispered, "Good night, Rafe~! Good night, Blueberry~!"

- Alec and Magnus turned the lights off, and headed to bed themselves.

CC CREDITS

I didn’t upload the penthouse to TSR with the kid’s room decorated, cuz I hit the file size limit (as usual), so I'm just listing the crap I originally used here:

- Madzie’s bed from basegame I think. End table from the Store. Flower lamp from SN. Books from UNI.

- Max’s wall decal from SSNS, shelf from ITF, toys from GEN

- Rafe’s bunk bed, Max’s pirate ship bed, plus space wallpapers all from GEN

- Rafe’s computer from the Store, chair from SN, desk from idk/ider :P

- Toy chest from the Store, bean bag from UNI. Rainbow & wall clutter is either from SSNS or GEN. Rug I think was from GEN, too -- eff it; everything’s from Generations, ‘k? Except the Rug though! Which was from the Store.

- Checking under beds for monsters is from SN

- Reading kids bedtime stories is from GEN. (Shout out to @acquiresimoleons for the cool book retexture mod!)

MY THOUGHTS (asfghklgfshjkl!)

The world needs more shirtless Magnus Bane. You’re welcome.

Twice already on the show Magnus has done funny voice imitations, so I am convinced that he’s the one to do the best bedtime story readings; I can feel it.

We’ve got a loooong way to go till Shadowhunters catches up to the books and Malec are engaged and adopt Max and Rafael Lightwood-Bane. (We probably won’t even get that far. >_> )

I’m impatient, so my gameplay fast-forwards to Malec being DomesticDaddiesAF.com.org.net -- and I'm weak so of course I threw in them adopting Madzie, too. 

Lookit all this adorable frikkin asdgudkfldjlpgt!!

My FEELS, okay!?! ｡ﾟヽ(ﾟ´Д｀)ﾉﾟ｡

In canon warlock Max is abandoned as an infant when Malec adopts him, then later they take in shadowhunter Rafe, who was born during the show’s current timeline (2007 in the books). If Madzie is 5 during 2007/the show, she’d be 8 in 2010 when baby Max is abandoned, and 10 in 2012 when they take in 5 year old Rafael.

My sim!Lightwood-Banes are all kids, but I made Rafe the oldest instead; sue me. Max is still the youngest though.

Madzie’s no doubt a way more proficient warlock than Max is. She’ll more than likely be the next High Warlock after Magnus, cuz that little girl was OP, with those demon gills and powers of hers. But there’s GOTTA be serious PTSD she’s dealing with because of all the crap effing Valentine put her through on the show. So in my headcanon/gameplay the poor baby has nightmares a lot. U_U She probably gets a ton of therapy from Catarina Loss. :(

#sims 3 gameplay #sims 3 malec #the mortal instruments #sims 3 shadowhunters

[kariedo]

1-68 and 99

Why are you like this?

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?I tend to put more milk in even though I don’t drink it lmao

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?No I hate the cold with a passion

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?Nothing really cause I haven’t picked up a book in god knows how long lmao

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?I don’t like either unless it has a shit tone of sugar in it

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?Yes

6: do you keep plants?No. Me and plants have some bad blood lmao

7: do you name your plants?No cause I don’t keep plants

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?Generally my tablet or paper

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?Yes

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?usually on my side, but if I’m dead tired my stomach or if I’m drunk my back even though you’re not suppose to lmao

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends?The most recent one is “Pete would shit is pants” and “Stupid” lmao

12: what's your favorite planet?Venus lmao

13: what's something that made you smile today?My cat lmao

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?It would be covered in weeb shit let’s be honest lmao That or we would have our fav disney stuff everywhere along with our favorite colors clashing because I’m sure none of us believe in transition colors

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!Please do not. I can’t handle space. I’ll have a crisis lmao

16: what's your favorite pasta dish?All pasta dishes lmao

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?LAVENDER

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.The fucking comment about lean muscle which still haunts me to this day. I opened my stupid mouth when we were talking about body types and I said I preferred lean muscle and literally the next fucking day Joseph Joestar happened and they will never let it go.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?No lmao

20: what's your favorite eye color?I think green eyes are really pretty lmao

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.I don’t really carry around bags. There’s my purse that I’ve had for god knows how long only cause I’m too lazy to clean it out and go look for a new oneplus I’m broke af for a new one

22: are you a morning person?Oh honey no lmao

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?Just lay in my bed and do nothing lmao

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?Yes and sometimes I think I’ve made a mistake cause she’ll always tease me about some stuff lmao

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into?A middle school because my friend had to use the bathroom lmao

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?My black knock off vans lmao

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor?Just the original bubblegum

28: sunrise or sunset?Sunset

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?They will make doodles or write stuff and I’m such a sucker for that stuff and I cry :’)

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?I live in a constant state of fear lmao

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.I love socks. I have them on constantly except in the summer and it’s only really so I can tan my white ass feet. My fav kind of socks are the really soft and fuzzy ones uwu

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.One time we were drinking and my now current roommate lived by a park and so we went and we were playing on the jungle gym and there was this turning wheel thing that you’d spin on. So we all went on it and I spun on it a little to fast so when I let go I kinda semi ate it but I was fine but my roommate didn’t see this green pole and he slammed right into and was on the ground laughing and crying lmao

33: what's your fave pastry?Doughnuts lmao

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?I used to have this stuffed polar bear and I would refuse to sleep without it, but I think I gave it away or it’s in a box in my stuff somewhere

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?I like pretty pens, but I don’t use them often because my handwriting is shit lmao

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now?Tbh just play me emo band for my whole entire life lmao

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?Messy af

38: tell us about your pet peeves!I really hate having to do everything when people just don’t want to do their shit, so I have to pick up the slack.I also hate ignorant people who just refuse to listen to you.

39: what color do you wear the most?I wear a lot of black surprisingly

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?I have a pendent of the arrow head from part 4 and it’s basically cause I’m Jojo trash lmao

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving?I don’t think I have ever read a book that’s had a lasting impact on me. Fanfiction on the other hand BOI

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!Not really cause I don’t drink coffee

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?nnipps and she found Maui’s hook lmao

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?Never :)

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?I guess????

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.There was this quiz that I accidentally missed back in CHEM 110 and it was such an easy quiz and one of the fucking questions was a god damn pun and it was: What do you do with a dead chemist? You barium

It haunts me to this day

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?I don’t think I have a food that I hate that much

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?Failure and it’s still holds strong to this day as I am dying in college :)))))

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?I do lmao the last one that I bought myself was Death of Bachelor, but nnipps had to go and buy A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out WHEN I COULD HAV GOTTEN IT MYSELF

50: what's an odd thing you collect?I don’t think it’s odd but I have some pop vinyls and figures. Stuff like that. Then there’s blankets, but that’s mainly cause nnipps always gives me blankets for christmas lmao

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?Does it have to be an actual person lmaoI’ll just use my friend and I just associate “How Far I’ll Go” cause Moana is her fav movie and she loves that song lmao

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?Idk if it’s really a meme, but I’m in love with those bird videos with Becky and Ron lmao I could watch those for hours and quote them

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?Nope never seen any of them

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?Oh jesus um I guess my friend

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point?I don’t think I have done anything dramatic to prove a point

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?I really love when people just do nice stuff that other person loves for each other lmao

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?Ok I was literally singing this yesterday with my roommates and we always get into it like the drama queens we are lmao

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?joetaroh-koohoe is definitely the vodka aunt lmao as for wine mom I’m pretty sure the rest of us fall into that category

59: what's your favorite myth?I don’t really have one

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?I do, but I don’t think I have a fav

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received?I go all out with presents so I don’t think I’ve given a stupid one or at least I hope I haven’t and then I love all gifts so I never classify any gift as stupid lmao

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?I use to, but ain’t nobody got time for that or breakfast

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?Not really. They are just there chilling lmao

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?Grey

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with?I just recently saw my friends for spring break and my other friend is up here so I’m good for now lmao

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?Just a shit ton of carnations lmao

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?Lazy af

68: what's winter like where you live?FUCKING FREEZING AND IT NEVER STOPS RAINING AND I HATE IT

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.Ok if anyone knows me they know that This is Gospel by Panic! at the Disco fucking cripples me. That song just destroys me and I can never listen to it without either crying or just dying.

Death of Bachelor also hits me like a fucking truck along with House of Memories (although that one is because I’m OTP garbage) then there is She Had the World. Lying is the Most Fun a Girl can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off is also a song that gets to me mainly cause that was my first Panic! song lmao Then there is Build God, Then We'll Talk like I just fucking die with that song ESPECIALLY THAT VIOLIN BIT LIKE G O DThen we have Girls/Girls/Boys that sends me into a spiral of emotions.But moving away from Panic! there’s this acoustic version of Touch it by Ariana Grande that had my soul transcend to a whole other dimension. Who was I before that song. The piano and the vocals saved me man. Then there is Knew Better Part II that gets to me like idk what it is but it speaks to me. Then we have Best Mistake that fucking wrecks me too like it speaks to my angsty soul. Then there’s Why Try, One Last Time, and My Everything that also speak to my angsty soul.

Pretty much Panic! at the Disco and Ariana Grande just tend to kill me lmao

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this is just a rant because i feel terrible about a lot of things and i want to kill myself

okay so like i binged today (idk if it was really a binge, i don’t know how many calories i had, i’m too afraid to count, but i think it was actually a lot, at least 900, maybe even 1000, maybe even more i don’t fucking know) and i feel so fucking fat, more than usual, and i was sick when i woke up today but my mom made me go to school either way, even though i told her i felt so bad to the point where i was literally about to faint or throw up, probably bc of how little i’ve eaten for the past couple of weeks, but she didn’t listen to me and she never really does so i went to school (i was home sick on monday) and honestly, i didn’t even notice how much worse things had gotten literally in the space of a few hours because i usually talk to everybody in my class idk if i’m “popular” or not but i guess people would tell you that i am, but anyway, when i got to school today i felt so fucking anxious like i was about to cry and i sat at the fucking front of the fucking classroom and my mind kept telling me that i looked fat, that everybody thought i looked fat, that everybody was looking at me like i was disgusting, which i was convinced that i was, and i went home after having barely made it through the first period without crying

so when i got home, i ate a shit ton of food. i probably had like a whole bag of potato chips and half a box of chocolate chip cookies (and there were a lot of cookies in the box soo) and i hid it in my room which was really stupid  because it only made it harder for me to resist eating it. i couldn’t throw it out because my whole family was downstairs, and like i’d hide it in my closet or in my backpack and put the backpack away from me, but i kept eating and eating either way ohmygod i’m so disgusting

and now i feel even fatter than i previously did and i recently threw out a lot of clothes bc a lot of them were old and i wanted to be a nice fucking person for once and give them away, so i don’t have a lot of clothes anymore, let alone sweaters that i feel comfortable in and i asked my mom if i could go out and by some new sweaters bc i want something big that’ll hide away my body so i don’t have to feel so fucking anxious and ugly all the time. but she said no and like i can’t tell her about my ed bc she’s super fucking annoying about those things and she’ll probably contact my therapist whom i stopped going to a couple of months ago bc i got better (which obviously didn’t last long) and i can’t stop blaming myself and feel like i’m a burden or something bc my mood has changed a lot since i stopped eating again like i’m angry all the time and i yell at people and i isolate myself and i’ve stopped talking that much to my friends and i don’t even want to go to school anymore, like i feel like i’m gonna pass out every single fucking day, but i go anyways bc i’m scared of falling right back into my past (i ditched school, stayed home for months without telling my parents but ofc they found out eventually and i went to all these meetings with my parents and my teachers and my therapist and i just wanted to shoot or hang myself everyday and i lost all of my friends and i was underweight, which i really miss, and yea) 

i’m scared of going back to all of that except for the underweight part lol i just don’t know what to do, i have nobody to talk to about this bc i have so much trust issues i guess and i don’t have any friends who are close enough for me to be able to tell them about things like this without feeling guilty or uncomfortable or like a total fucking waste of space like why would they even want to spend time with me and listen to me and talk to me and just 

yea this is weird, i just felt like i needed to get my feelings out. what the fuck is wrong with me. also since i ate so much shit i skipped dinner but i still had a few more cookies lol, probably like three or four holy shit i’m a terrible person okay bye i’m done

#rant #personal #so sorry for this #i suck at everything