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demxters · 8 months

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—𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

frat!bradley bradshaw x f!reader

dagger squad college!au

summary: bradley meets the girl he believes to be his good luck charm at a party. the only problem is, he doesn't have a clue who she is or how to find her again.

wc: 2.1k

warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname clover), a wild jake and ace appears, explicit swearing, alcohol, college parties, slight nudity, tattoos

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𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!

You hated your ex with a passion. You knew what he was doing the second you saw his arm around Allison freaking Simpson. Not only was she the dean’s daughter, but she was also one of the top students of their class.

In other words, she was everything you were not. Your ex was trying to prove a point and you hated that it was working.

Deep breathes, you remind yourself, thinking back to the meditation classes you took over the summer.

Your eye twitches at the sound of Allison’s obviously over exaggerated giggles. Tyler Jacobs was not that funny.

“He’s not worth your time,” a soft voice from beside you interrupts your glaring.

It was a girl you recognized from your classes over the years. Quiet, yet incredibly smart and snarky when need be. You’ve never actually talked to her much, but she was thoughtful and much more tolerable than a majority of your peers.

“You used to date Tyler Jacobs, right?” Apparently, she was also very observant.

You cringe at that. “Unfortunately.”

She hums, before returning her gaze to her notes. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you could do much better.”

Now that makes you laugh. “Thanks,” you send her a genuine smile.

You knew she was right. You could do so much better. Tyler was all you’ve known. Dating since high school, prom king and queen, the whole cliche. You just needed to expand your horizons.

After another grueling hour and a half of listening to your professor talk about god knows what, you’re more than relieved to finally be released from class.

The girl beside you packs up with haste, almost like she has somewhere to be.

“Hey, Ace, tell that boyfriend of yours that he can suck my dick!” Tyler yells after her.

“Go screw yourself, Jacobs,” she replies with a flash of her finger.

You wrap your arm around her, noticing the tension in her shoulders as you deliberately announce, “I’ve seen it and trust me, your boyfriend would not be impressed.”

The people around you snicker, making Tyler’s face turn red, and you smirk in satisfaction.

The girl, who you remember was called Ace, is laughing as you guide her out of the lecture hall.

“His face was priceless!” Ace says between laughs.

You shrug with a smile. “I only said what’s true!”

Ace shakes her head. “Amazing.”

A call of her name distracts her, and you both turn to see a tall, blond man jogging toward the both of you.

You won’t lie. He was incredibly good looking. But the way his gaze was set on Ace told you all you needed to know. “The boyfriend, I’m assuming?”

He wraps Ace up in his arms and she playfully rolls her eyes at his display of affection.

“The one and only,” he grins. “Jake Seresin, pleasure to meet you. It’s so nice seeing you branch out, Ace. She is so anti-social, I swear,” he murmurs from the side of his mouth.

She scoffs, smacking her boyfriend on the arm. “Shut up!”

You laugh along with the duo, your heart aching at how in love they were. Even if they didn’t know it yet, you could tell they would be together for a long time. You had a knack for noticing those kinds of things–relationships that were meant to last and matchmaking. You take pride in the fact that you were the one to set up your old high school math teacher with your favorite art teacher. Now, they were happily married and had two kids with one more on the way.

The one person you were unable to help in the love department, however, was yourself. How absolutely ironic.

You used to think Tyler Jacobs was the one. You imagined the two of you growing old together, having kids, and telling them the stories of how the two of you fell in love. Being with him since your freshman year of high school and knowing him since kindergarten made you truly believe that he was the love of your life.

Up until a month ago, when everything came crashing down and everything you thought you knew turned out to be a lie.

“Hey, you should come to the Delta Chi party this weekend,” Jake offers, noticing the sudden lull in conversation.

Ace nods with a smile. “Yeah, something to take your mind off that ex of yours.”

You eye Jake, unable to contain your growing grin. “A frat party?”

Jake winks. “Only the best frat on campus.”

Ace was right, you needed to take your mind off Tyler. You wanted to prove that you didn’t need him–that you never did. Besides, when did you ever say no to a party? “Alright, I’ll be there.”

»»————- ♣︎ ————-««

You’ve been to so many parties, the sweaty bodies and loud music no longer deter you.

Pushing your way through the crowd, you say hi to some familiar faces as you make your way to the drinks.

One of the Delta Chi guys gives you a cup full of cheap beer, which you gladly accept. You continue to wander around the house, only being there once before. With Tyler.

Just even thinking of him makes you nauseous. Downing the rest of your cup, you go back to the keg, desperate for another drink.

Two becomes three.

Three becomes four.

Until, eventually, you’ve lost count and the only thing you can feel is the warmth of the alcohol and the beating of the bass in your chest.

You hardly remember Tyler and Allison nor the aching heartbreak you’ve been going through for over a month now.

It was just you and the dance floor. And maybe a few frat guys and sorority girls you didn’t know the names of but danced with anyways.

Your cup was empty again and you groaned at the realization. You stumble your way back to the drink station, no longer able to control your heavy footsteps and swinging limbs.

Your vision is so hazy that you don’t see the body you haphazardly bump into.

“Holy shit!” the person says as you catch yourself on the table.

He turns around with wide, doe-like eyes. Even through the horribly lit area and hue from the alcohol, you could tell that the guy in front of you was hot. His slightly curly hair was plastered to his forehead through the sheen of sweat that glistened on his skin. You could tell he was muscular, even under the ridiculous Hawaiian shirt he was wearing. And his eyes… you couldn’t pinpoint the exact color they were due to the poor lighting, but they were what you would describe as kind.

He gapes at you like a fish out of water. You catch yourself giggling at his flustered state.

“Are you some kind of good luck charm or something?” He blurts out.

“What?” you slur. You boldly grab his forearm in order to steady yourself from swaying too much. You bite your tongue to hold back a sigh as the smell of cinnamon and faint cologne floods your senses.

“I said, are you some kind of good luck charm or something? Because I just won that shit!” He gestures sloppily to the table where a game of beer pong was set up.

“No way!” You bounce on your toes, feeling giddy from the excitement oozing off the guy in front of you.

He nods vigorously. “I was about to make that shot, but then you bumped into me and I still got it in. That was awesome. You are a good luck charm! You’re like a… like a…”

Your eyes light up as he continues to think. “Like a four leafed clover?”

He snaps his fingers. “Yeah!”

A mischievous grin tugs at your lips while your fingers tug your shirt upwards. Rolling the loose tee you have on so it’s resting just right above your bra, you turn. “You mean like this?”

His gaze zeroes in on the image inked below your right breast, on the edge of your rib cage. There lies a delicately etched four leaf clover.

The tug in your chest is palpable. The pull this guy has on you is strange, yet welcomed. It was unlike anything you’ve felt before, even with Tyler. You wanted to beckon him closer. You wanted him to take his fingers on his large hand and delicately trace the outline of where you are most vulnerable.

Your grip on your shirt loosens as it rolls back down your chest to your abdomen, suddenly feeling self conscious of how forward you were. Great, you just met the guy and now you’re gonna scare him away.

He opens his mouth to speak, gaze glancing back up to meet yours, clearly rendered speechless by the unexpected action before him.

“Yo, Rooster! Come on, someone’s trying to beat your time on the keg!”

He’s interrupted by another guy who shakes his shoulders and pulls him away without another word.

He gives you one last look over his shoulder, one apologetic and full of longing before you lose him in the crowd.

Rooster. What a strange nickname.

You just hope your sober self remembers it tomorrow.

»»————- ♣︎ ————-««

Bradley can’t tell if the pounding is in his head or coming from his bedroom door. His head feels like a bowling ball and he can barely open his eyes without feeling like he was getting stabbed through his skull.

He rolls over, throwing his pillow over his head. He prays that whoever is on the other side of the door gets the hint and leaves him alone.

Much to his dismay, the person ends up inviting themself in anyway.

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty! Welcome back to the land of the living,” Jake’s irritating Texas drawl rings through his ears.

Bradley groans, tossing his pillow lamely at him. “Go. Away.”

“No can do, Bradshaw. Up! Up! Up!” He shouts, clapping his hands in front of Bradley’s face like a drill sergeant.

Bradley wishes it were Jake in his place right now. In another time, it was Jake that was in his place. Bradley would be the one ushering him and his latest fling out of bed. When he started dating Ace, Jake changed. She straightened him up—made him lose the fuck boy act and be more respectful. Now it was time for Jake to have his fun. He hates how much Jake is enjoying Bradley being on the other end of the stick.

“Go away before I rip your dick off,” Bradley threatens with narrowed eyes.

Jake doesn’t take Bradley’s comment the way he wanted him to. His cackle and the rush of sunlight that enters the room makes Bradley whine pathetically. Even with his eyes squeezed shut, the light from outside was burning through his eyelids.

“Reuben cooked breakfast. Hurry up if you want to eat anything other than bread crusts,” Jake announces before, not so softly, shutting his bedroom door.

Bradley throws his pillow back over his head to block out all the light and sighs. Every time they host a party, he swears that he won’t drink too much. And every time without fail, he ends up blackout drunk and in bed with a sorority girl. Which is why he’s surprised that, for once, he can actually remember the night before. There wasn’t much significance to last night. Just like any other Friday, Delta Chi was throwing another rager. All his friends were there as well as the usual sororities. However, last night at the beer pong table was embedded into his mind.

He could still smell the perfume of the girl he recalls being his good luck charm. He could see her bright smile and the tattoo she willingly flashed at him. A dopey smile tugs at his lips as he reminisces about last night.

His euphoric haze is cut short when he realizes he never even got your name. Bradley didn’t know who you were or who you were with. He finds himself getting more of a headache trying to remember if he has ever seen you at any of the Greek life events on campus. He doubts you were in a sorority. He’s sure he would’ve remembered seeing a face like yours.

The best thing he could do is ask if anyone knew a girl with a clover tattoo, but even that would probably get him nowhere.

The pounding in his chest didn’t settle as he continued to relive the interaction from the night before. If only he hadn’t been pulled away by Omaha, he probably would’ve mustered up enough courage to get your name and number. He maybe would have even asked you out on a date. But he was whisked away in an instant. After the fiasco at the keg, Bradley wandered around the house trying to find you, with absolutely no luck. He didn’t understand what it was, but he was convinced that he needed to see you again. He had to.

Even in his hung over state of mind, Bradley was on a mission. First, he was going to sober up and shower. Then was going to find his four leafed clover.

this one is dedicated to @blue-aconite for this fic and clover wouldn’t exist without you, ily <;3

a/n: i hope you’re all as excited for bradley and clover as i am. im super stoked to introduce them into the ‘loving you universe’ and for you all to see where their story leads them. as always, the inbox is open and comments and reblogs are encouraged and appreciated.

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222col · 2 years

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Head Cheerleader and the Basketball Captain

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Being Nancy’s sister hasn’t made it easy for you or Steve to admit your feelings for each other. But when Nancy intervenes, the tensions ease.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: just fluff !

a/n: slightly based on some scenes in s4 w chrissy & jason lol

Despite there only being a year difference in age, you and your sister, Nancy, could not be more different if you tried. She worked the newspaper, had the highest grades in class, didn’t care about parties or being popular. You on the other hand were head cheerleader for Hawkins High, on track to Prom Queen, average grades and had the whole basketball team after you. Steve was one of the boys after you too, before he and Nancy went together. Steve was the one boy on that team that you ever even considered going out with. But as soon as he and Nancy started dating you had to let go of the dream, even though it was only for a few months, they’ve been broken up for years and Nancy is with Jonathan now. You could never do that to Nancy, so you moved on pretty quick.

Steve, on the other hand, couldn’t move on as quick. He felt terrible that of all the girls he could fall for, it had to be his ex’s sister. “I’m sure Nance wouldn’t mind,” Robin mentions, fixing her eyeliner in Steve’s car mirror. “Yeah, she’d act like she wouldn’t mind but she would! And we don’t even know if Y/N would say yes so what’s the point.” Steve’s head bangs against the back of the seat. “Eyes on the road please!“ His eyes roll. “Do you want me to talk to her?” Robin asks, fiddling with her hair now. “What, have you talk to the lead cheerleader that you’ve never spoke to, so see if she might like me back?” Robin stops to look at Steve, “Yeah, that might not be the best idea, actually.” The two of them arrive at school, Robin headed towards band, Steve going to the locker rooms to change into his basketball jersey, ready for the pep rally.

He can’t help the smile on his face as the team rush out into the school gym, seeing you there, cheering him and the team on. You wave over to him as he starts his speech, a red blush landing on his cheeks. Nancy’s on the sidelines, jotting down notes for her newspaper. Tilting her head as she sees Steve’s eyes locked on you the whole time he’s speaking, moving her view to you, seeing you staring right back at him. Steve’s speech comes to a close as you and the other girls perform your cheer routine before you all run out of the gym behind the basketball team. Nancy grabbing your arm before you leave the gym, pulling you to one side. “You like Steve!” She accuses, aware of the volume of her words, you pull her into the empty hallway. “No I don’t, I’d never do that to you.” She crosses her arms. “Please don’t go all big sister on me today, Nance, I have chem test next period.” She chuckles, uncrossing her arms. “I don’t care if you like Steve, you know, me and him are just good friends. But as my little sister, you are forced to tell me if you do.” You roll your eyes and start walking away from Nancy. “Good job I don’t like him then!”

“Oh, c’mon, Harrington. We all know you like her, and she likes you. You were making googly eyes at each other the whole pep rally.” Steve rolls his eyes at his teammate, changing his joggers to a pair of jeans, keeping his jersey on. “It’s meant to be! Basketball captain and head cheerleader!” He shushes his team, “You’re just jealous because she wasn’t looking at any of you.” They all laugh and nod in agreement before Steve leaves the locker room and heading towards the outside bleachers to study during his free period. He spends most his time there thinking about you, about your little wave, your eyes locked on him, shouting his name during the cheers. Steve’s snapped out of his daydream as someone kicks the bench he’s laid on. Opening his eyes, seeing Nancy above him, immediately feeling guilty. “Do you have something to tell me, Harrington?” He tries to hide the panic in his face, like Nancy could have read his mind and knew he was thinking of you. “Like what?” He questions, sitting up now. “Like you having feelings for my sister.” She smiles at him, calming the panic of hearing those words leave her mouth. “Is there any point me trying to deny it?” Nancy laughs and shakes her head no. “Are you mad at me?”

Steve’s hiding his face in his hands, looking through his fingers to see Nancy’s reaction. “No, Steve, I’m not mad at you. I’m actually, kinda happy that you like her. It makes so much sense, head cheerleader and basketball captain, classic high school cliché.” He laughs and moves his hands. “That’s what the team said after the rally.” Nancy sits down next to him, pushing him slightly. “Do you think I have a chance?” Steve asks. “Sorry, you probably don’t wanna hear it.” Nancy laughs lightly, shoving him again. “I think you do, I asked her before you and she did her lying smile when she denied it. I think she was just worried about my reaction.” The smile that appears on Steve’s face is bigger than Nancy has ever seen. “You really like her, don’t you?” All he can do is nod his head. “Don’t you all hang out at Benny’s the nights of the pep rallies? Y/N’s definitely going tonight, she asked Mom last night. Why don’t you ask her then?”

The rest of the day goes so slowly for Steve, he’s almost counting down the minutes until the end of the day. Finding an excuse to leave his final class early, running across the school to your last period. “Fancy a ride to Benny’s, Y/N?” He asks you, leaning on the door as you leave your class. “Sure! Thanks, Steve.” He takes your books and bag out of your hand, carrying them for you to his car. The two of you arrive, the girls from your cheer squad grabbing you as soon as you walk through the door. Mouthing a quick “Thanks for the ride.” to Steve as you get pulled away. They all question on you for arriving with Steve, the boys teasing Steve the same way as back in the locker room. “Fine! Okay, I like her. I’m thinking of asking her out tonight.” Steve finally admits to the boys he’s sat with. They all pile on top of him, celebrating for him. “Nancy asked me if I liked Steve today.” You subtly admit to the girls. “I thought you got over that, when he and Nancy got together?” One of them asks you. “I did. Well, for a while. But I think the feelings have come back. I’m such a bad sister, ugh.” The girls all disagree with you, helping you feel better about it.

“Sorry, girls. Can I steal Y/N?” Steve reaches his hand out to help you stand up, you follow him outside, joining him to sit on the hood of his car. “I- I think,” Steve starts, before the both of you admit, at the same time. “I really like you.” Both of your mouths are slightly agape, shocked at each other’s sentences, giggling about the timing of your words. “Do you maybe wanna do on a date this Friday?” Steve asks, hesitantly. You nod your head, leaning to kiss his cheek. “Not good enough. I’ve waited forever for this.” Steve laughs, grabbing your cheeks and planting his lips on yours. You both giggle as you pull apart. “Much better.”

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justlydiasworld · 2 years

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AVOID ME

Pairing: Robin Buckley x F!Reader

Summary: An ex-best friend of yours-Robin Buckley, tries her best to avoid you at all cost. You don’t know the reason behind all of this,but you’ve been playing along. Not until you had no other choice but to share a queen sized bed with her. Will secrets be shared? Who knows? Let’s dive in.

Warning(s): angst, hurt reader/robin, bit of fluff,etc. (if I miss anything, please don’t hesitate to tell me.)

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Authors note: This idea randomly came when I was talking to a mutual of mine @crow-the-birdie . We were talking about the enemies to lovers dynamic and then the bed trope. I immediately thought of Robin and f!reader because it fits perfectly. Or that’s what I think. My inbox/messages are still open. If you need any ideas or request rules, press the link down below. 👇

Links: angst prompt list | fluff prompt list | requesting rules | nsfw prompt list | date idea prompt list

“And that is it for this class, you guys may be dismissed.” Mr.Marley neatly stacked the homework sheets and sat them on his wooden desk. Pushing back his glasses Mr.Marley notices the field trip forms in the corner.He widens his eyes for a seconds and clears his throat.

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You were packing your things swiftly,and ready to head out of this class. A sudden swoosh breezes pass your exposed skin. Leaving chills down your spine. It was Robin. It seems like she always tends to leave this class earlier than most students- maybe because you’re in her classes. You let out a huge sigh and roll your eyes. Ever since last years prom- she never tries to approach you again. Robin often glances time to time but she never tried to shoot a conversation. You’ve convinced yourself she hates you. Robin excludes you out of group projects, leaves you to each lunch alone, talks over you whenever you get the chance to answer questions- so on and so forth.

As Robin tries to leave the class- she was stopped by Mr.Marley. “Uh uh uh, not so fast ms.buckley.” He took his hand and placed it in front of Robin, almost leaning forward. “u-uh, did I do something wrong Mr.Marley? I know I alway leave your class super super early- but I swear I have a good reason. Or-or that’s what I would like to say but-“ Mr.Marley raises an eyebrow,giving Robin a look. “You aren’t in any trouble ms.buckely. I just have to make an announcement before anybody gets the chance to leave today.”

He grabs the field trip form and holds it up in the air. “Everybody listen up.” You turned your head to see the brown haired teacher holding up a form. “We will be having a fun field trip for this year,and I would like you to have this signed and turned in by tomorrow morning. We’ll be checking out museums, stores , and sleeping in a hotel.” Your mouth opens slightly- this was so sudden. You raised your hand in the air in curiosity. His eyes roaming around in the room-finally noticing your hand being raised.

“Yes.Question?“ he points at you with a blank face. “You mentioned sleeping in a hotel right?” Your arms now flung down onto the side. “Yes,yes I have.” His arms now crossed and held close. “I’m sure all of these students won’t have a singular room for themselves- are we sharing a bed?a room? Are their two beds? Could you explain please?” You grabbed your book bag that was sitting on your chair, brows furrowed- you can see Robin avoiding eye contact. She’s playing with her rings, a nervous wreck. That’s what she was.

“Good question,Ms. y/n/l.” A small grin tugs his mouth in the corner. Robin takes a seat near the door and slowly swings her back pack onto the desk. “We will be sharing a room. Two girls in one room. Two guys in one room. And unfortunately there’s one room with only one bed. You may have to sleep with the other person or either you or them can sleep on the floor. It’s up to the person who gets the room.” He eyes at Robin and it seems like he was pulling something. Silence filled the class and you were pretty satisfied with the answer- convinced that you might share a room or even a bed with other students besides Robin. Or hopefully not Robin.

After all, you did tell Mr.Marley about the whole situation many many times. Surprisingly-Robin didn’t interrupt you this once. Which was a bit shocking but you didn’t give it much of a thought. “Get those signed.” He handed each students a form- now leaving the room one by one. Now it was you and Robin left in the room. Why didn’t she leave like always? As you took the slip from his hands- you gave him a nod and left class. It was just Robin left behind.

“M-Mr. Marley?” Robin twisted her rings and gave an awkward smile. “Yes Robin?” He raised his brows once again and noticed the nervous brunette. “Am I sharing a bed with..uhm-“ she turns her head, making sure you aren’t there to listen to the conversation. “-y/n?” Mr.Marley grinned at the brunettes flushed face. “Not that I care. I definitely don’t like her. Yeah. Not a bit. She’s a butt. Mhm. A pain in the a-“ as she was about to finish, Robin saw the soft head shake that the teacher made. “Yeah sorry..” she muttered underneath her breath. “Robin, I think it’s time to talk it out with her. It’s now or never.” He took a seat on his swivel. She lets out a sigh and her head down low. “I made this field trip specifically for this situation.” He stapled some sheets together and does the same thing to the other sheets that were now laid perfectly down flat. “Oh w-wow,uhm, you would go that far for us Mr.Marley? I mean of course you would. We’re you’re students. And it would be stupid if you didn’t care for us because you’re our teacher so if you didn’t-” She tilted her head and gave a toothy smile. “I’m doing it again,arent I?”

He looked at the brunette and looked at her and said,” Robin,if there’s one thing you should know about me.” He stopped and continued to staple more sheets of papers. “I don’t put in effort into something meaningless. Trust me. I know how much you love that girl.” He chuckled and pushed back his glasses with his index finger. “Lo-Love? No,I hate her. I absolutely despise her. I cannot stand her.” She stomped her feet softly on the ground, trying her hardest to convince her teacher that she totally did not love you.

He sighed and got up from his chair and leaned on one of the desks. Robins eyes following his every step. “You have to tell her the truth. The reason why you pushed yourself away from her,Robin. That’s all I can say. I’m merely you’re teacher, this field trip is my part of helping you out. Do your part,will ya’?” He crossed his arms and stared at the freckled brunette. Robin on the other hand knows that you deserve the truth, but there’s no point in telling you now. You practically hate her. Or so that’s what Robin thinks.

—- NEXT DAY —-

“Thank you for turning the forms in on time.” Mr.Marley says as each students walk in his class with the signed form. Robin nervously taps on the desk and waits patiently. A few seconds later, you ran in the door and apologized for being late. You handed him the form and you can see Robin just examining your face. It’s like she never got to actually see your face. You rolled your eyes,expecting the brunette to say something stupid and put you down again. “ I don’t like your smile. “ or “ what is that smell? “ and she turns to stare at you and says “ oh it’s just you.” As you broke the small moment of eye contact, Robin’s body froze up. That eye roll and pissed face, she didn’t like that at all. Her body felt so heavy, her heart filling with guilt and regret.

—-IN THE BUS —-

You couldn’t believe what Mr.Marley said. “We have specific seats on the bus?” One student called out, sitting on the rubber cushion. “Yes,we do.” He grabs the sheet of paper and fixes his glasses to call the names out and point out where they’re seating and who they will be sitting with. A groan left all of the students lips and yours too. You couldn’t believe it.

—

You couldn’t believe this at all. You were paired up with buckely. Robin buckley. You thought it was a mistake but now you couldn’t say a thing because all of the other students were happy with their seating arrangements and the bus took off.What’s worse is that Mr.Marley already went and took a seat on the front row. You were in the back.

You sigh and look down on the floor. Your thighs almost touching robins. She nervously watches as your sorrowful eyes meet the cold flooring. It struck Robin that she made you feel this way. She did this to you. Robin was near the window and she tried her best to avoid your soft gaze. It seemed quieter for the both of you when the bus were filled with other students,yelling and laughing at jokes that weren’t funny and laughable.

- 11:00 pm (still heading to the hotel.) -

“so, why’d you avoid me for 3 years.” You had no clue where you had this sudden confidence burst from,but you were dazed, closing and shutting your eyes slowly.But she couldn’t see that because you turned your head away from hers, avoiding to make eye contact to the person who left you with no explanation.Robins eyes widened and turned to see your trembled hand. Trembling. “ I’m so sorry (y/n). It’s such a childish reasoning but I hope you’ll forgive me. Please.” Robin wants to take your soft hands and hold them tenderly, and with care. She never intended to hurt you, but she did. She thought maybe if she acted cold towards you, maybe the feelings she had for you, would also turn cold. And that logic didn’t work. It only broke robins poor heart to see you in this kind of state, what’s even worse is that she did this to you. She caused this all. As soon Robin opened her mouth. Your head gently falls on her shoulder. A slight weight on Robin. She froze up once again and smiled. Hesitantly but now kissing the top of your head and gently placed her head on top of yours.

- 2:00 am ( still on the bus ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )-

Soon enough,all you can hear was the rain pouring outside of the school bus. Hitting gently on the glass windows. Like rushing waters that had a slight soothing sound that came with every drop. You opened your eyes roughly, waking up to the sound of thunder. Making you jump a bit, clinging onto robins arm. “I’m- im so sorry.” You looked up and you weren’t expecting the both of you being so close to each other’s faces. Hearing the heart beats bouncing off the bus. Silence roaming around but the soft breathing that Robin made, only you and her being able to hear. Another lightning appeared outside, but this time you could see how the light was shown on robins freckled face. Nose to nose, breath to breath,body on body.

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riverdale recap. didnt live blog this part my bad

kurtz fuckinf died. RIP MY GREASY JUNKIE BABE. he got killed by the gargoyle king

gladys (jugheads mom) left town. one bc she put jellybean in danger with the whole drug trade thing ans two bc FP foudn out about it and hes. Peeved. and the sheriff so. she's disappearing for a bit she says.

black hood, betty's dad faked his death. came back only to be shot by penelope blossom during a game she put on to prove that betty/jughead/archie/veronica were just as dark as the rest of the town. they weren't.

oh yeah penelope blossom is the gargoyle king

hiram lodge got fucjing arrrested. for illegal gambling and the like.

hermione lodge got arrested bc hiram told the police that she tried to kill him. twice

junior prom happened ans betty was attacked by the black hood (this happened obviously before she was killed)

cheryl wasn't allowed to be prom queen bc of some stupid farmie rule (cult behavior) something something the one become many the many one. idk. anyway she was pissed about it. as she should be shout out my egoistical lesbian icon

oh yeah hiram got arrested bc when he "sold" pops chock lit shop veronica, he actually tricked her. he kept the deed and gave her a fake so she was In Fact. putting money back into his pocket. she got pissed about that brought the fbi in to get him caught in the act and staged this whole thing.

hiram also literallt almost killed a teenager in the ring over some stupid shit. grown ass 50 yr old man literallt threw the ref and said "THIS ENDS NOW‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️" like fuck dude calm down hes 17

speaking of archie, hes in his regular self destructive tendencies he tried to fight 2 fights in the same day AFTER losing 6 pounds of weight. crazy shit.

oh yeah the whole prom thing they all dressed up as medieval times and betty had to be crowned prom queen bc she's. the gryphon queen or some shit and in the gargoyle king's gospel it said that the gryphon queen's coronation would bring about the gargoyle king arrival blah blah.

right like i said about the black hood attacking betty at prom? that was bc she received a note saying she needs to go see the king immediately, before the crowning. something blah blah if you say something everyone will die. and then she almost died.

also to escape, hal cooper, the black hood. cut his hand off and threw it on the burning transfer bus (he was supposed to be going to another prison. betty literallt thoight he escaped as soon as she heard because he specfically asked her to help him get transfered to a facility in riverdale.) to make everyone believe he was dead. so he h. so he had. so he had a hook for a hand.

he also killed like 5 other people at prom before trying for betty. all while the juniors were in the gym

after the black hood scare, she went to her mom, who's with the farm whos been using the old "Sisters Of Quiet Mercy" building for their uses. basically they're an ex nun group who did bad mental health services. and also part orphanage. ANYWAY after the black hood scare betty decided to stay with her mom in the cultish farm facility.

#theres more hold on

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despair-edits · 6 months

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Can we get an inbox check?

hello! here's a comprehensive list of all the requests we currently have in our inbox, sorted by which mod has claimed them! (under the cut because it's a bit long)

note: there's a pluralkit template for the joker currently in the queue, hence why it isn't here. also, mod korekiyo and mod chiaki don't have any claimed requests at the moment, so they aren't here for that reason.

- Mod Peko

MOD MONACA

Could I request pastel yanderecore Yoisaki Kanade (project sekai) icons? Could I also have headers with a Yandere Kanade and her transmasc darling Mafuyu with a darker color scheme?

MOD NAGITO

May I request pronoun suggestions for a Peridot (Steven Universe) with technology and gardening themes? Thank you! :3 💚

May I have a moodboard for a Mettaton EX who may potentially be a fictive? Themes of wanting to rebuild oneself, top/plastic surgery, feeling uncomfortable in one's body, and the general vibe of Jinkx Monsoon's cover of Creep? Much love 💖💖💖

could I request a pluralkit template themed around space and music, if possible?

MOD PEKO

Would it be possible to get some lovecore themed icons of Iris Wilson from The Great Ace Attorney?

Can I have a Junko stimboard with fashion stims /nf

UNCLAIMED (doesn't necessairly mean that they'll get done slower)

Can I have a Rika furude ( higuraahi) x Maria ushiromiya ( Umineko) Moodboard with themes of comfort hood Maria’s plushie Sakutarou cake shrines embracing each other and deep intimacy because both of them are stuck in a loop?

Can I have a Gou/Sotsu arc Satoko Hojo ( Higurashi) x Ange ushiromiya moodboard ( Umineko) with themes of letters traps playing along with pranks childhood romance being a carrie-esque prom Queen complete with murder and being mutual yanderes for each other?

Can I have an Marige ( Maria x ange both from Umineko) Moodboard with an theme of Hope and optimism for one’s future?

Could I possibly request some glitchcore icons of Zero from the Megaman series?

hi hi we'd love a doodle of Zero from Drakengard 3 and W from Arknights doing... something gay xD zero tends to be a bit of a tsundere and I love annoying her /affectionate -W

A hero name for Jordan Li (Gen V) themed around shapeshifting, super strength, heightened agility, and maybe tie in the energy blasts, but most the syrength and shifting.

could i get some ishimondo lockscreens??? for iphone 11. thank u!!! so happy to see a dr themed edit blog!

Hello, may I have a Mikan x Ryota lovecore moodboard with pinks, purples, oranges, and themes of anime, sanrio, healing trauma, halloween, cats, rabbits and candy if it's okay

if yours isn't here, feel free to request again!

#asks #mod peko #inbox check

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flavorlesscheeto · 2 years

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Just Pretending

E.m x Y/n (Mod A.U)

Tw: Overthinking, romance, fluff, bodily touching, and love to you<3

I don't like writing Y/n but I'll start.

(ik it doesn't fit theme but listen to the prom part with the piano duet from Corpse bride.)

"Congratulations Y/n and Eddie. Made it to 3 months." Dustin pats Eddie's shoulder and gives me a warm smile. Walking away we are back alone in the hall. "So how long are we supposed to do this....this thing?"

He looks at me, sitting up against a locker, "Honestly until prom. I heard Jason saying he's not over you just yet." Nodding and hugging my knees, Part of me is so happy I get to "date" Eddie for a few more weeks. But all the effort I put in has been genuine.

"Y/n, hey earth to Y/n." Looking at him, "What, sorry?" He softly chuckles, "Nothing just asked how you feel about this ending soon?" Sighing heavily I nod, "Good, I feel good. Can't wait,"

The thought of no more sleepovers, no more date nights of us just in a field goofing off, no more dates in empty parking lots sitting on top the van eating junk food in our PJs, it all makes my heart hurt. Back in my thoughts I feel his stare burning as he studies my face.

Eddie:

"She said good. She can't wait to break up." I can't help but look at her, words I need to say to her get stuck in my throat but her eyes staring at stickers she glued to her dirty black and white converse. Her fingers wrap around a untied lace and letting it unravel.

The tension between us getting colder and harder to avoid. "What color you thinking of wearing prom Queen?" She shrugs her shoulder, "Tell me what you're thinking?" She looks up, the line always made her happy.

"Well I was thinking colors, if I wear purple like lavender my wedding would need a new color palette. You know, I can't just overlap. And the theme is very purple friendly so I was thinking maybe Yellow. But every girl is going to be wearing yellow. So since Beauty and the Beast is mainly yellow. What if we go with the first outfit color? Me, a light soft blue and you a nice maple summer red. Since everyone will aim for the ending outfit colors."

I smile, she's adorable when she rambles. "You put alot of thought into it, didn't you sweetheart?" She nods, crawling over and going into her bag, flipping through her journal she stops on a page...it's of a dress design and it's hand sketched.

Gently my hands hold onto the shabby book. Looking at her she lets me take hold of it. I flip through and see many childhood movies she doesn't speak much about but watches alot have dresses or outfits drawn based of her favorite character.

For Coraline, plain black jeans with a blue sweater, heeled boots and a black scarf. It's absolutely beautiful. The way she writes notes in the margins to remind herself. I carefully flip through, sure to not tear one of the delicate pages. A page of sheet music for a piano is glued in with the title, 'For my Husband, My only Love'

Looking further there are details about a wedding, her wedding shall be hosted at midnight in Autumn when not many leaves have fallen but have changed color. Her dress is a simple white sundress with a white transparent hooded cape. The hairstyle she chose was just a waterfall of curls.

Her cake was to be different shades of blue and white. Her was would be just her and her husband. I hope to be the man who sees her in such a beautiful gown. Such beauty scenario plays in my head, stealing her pencil out her hair. I flip the page by maybe 15-20 and gently write something down for her to find.

Later that week, we get ready for the prom but I don't want this to be the end. By the end of this dance we are supposed to end as if it never started. The time we spent together was nothing more than just help getting over an ex.

The pretty well known but not popular girl with the metalhead freak. Something nobody expected but her heart was nothing more than the rarest of gold's. She walks out my bedroom in the most beautiful blue gown I've seen. It looked like a more elegant version of the dress Belle wore in the beginning of the film.

Uncle Wayne takes our pictures with a Polaroid and smiles. "You kids look great, now go have some fun tonight. Please be safe." Nodding I carry the bottom of her dress as I walk her to my van. Climbing in she collects her dress. Shutting the door gently to make sure none gets caught in the door.

At the dance we pay for our tickets and enter, a soft song plays as either people talk, get their pictures taken, dance with their friends, or get drinks. Walking her to a table, pulling a chair out for her. "I'll go get you a drink and we can go take our pictures after." She nods as I kiss her forehead and walk off.

Her smiles is wide as she looks down her freshly painted nails. Getting her a glass I see her big beautiful eyes searching the dance floor for someone until I catch sight...Jason, he's holding Chrissy against him as they slow dance. Walking back, setting our cups down. Pulling her close, her face presses lightly against my chest.

"Eddie?" She whispers softly, I feel my heart pounding against my chest. Surely she felt it, "Yes Dollface?" She looks up as we dance slowly. She looks up, "The idea of us being fake, at first it scared me. I never really been in a relationship besides him."

I nod, ready to listen to her as always. "But with you it felt natural, and real. And maybe you are a good actor, but what if I had stopped acting? I don't want tonight to end the way we originally planned it to be. Tomorrow I want to wake up with the memories we made, knowing we made them for us and not for some stupid rebound camp type thing. I really grew attached to you and every moment you are away from me, I want to call to hear your voice, I stare at pictures so I can remember your beautiful smile, your eyes they light up when you see me. But maybe you are a good actor and I put you in an awkward position. Pardon my enthusiasm."

"I like your enthusiasm. I like you too Y/n, you are the most gorgeous girl I have ever met. You are so thoughtful, so selfless, so kind, so generous even when you may need it, you are so strong, so creative, and you are absolutely beautiful inside and out. I love the idea of us being the ones in your pre-planned wedding. I love the idea of you being mine. I love you."

She smiles, "You remembered?" I smile, "If I meant what I wrote, I mean what I say." Kissing her as she smiles into it.

#fanfic #stranger things #imagine #oneshot #my fic #arrows writing #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things

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irregular-nekomata · 1 year

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I posted 497 times in 2022

That's 497 more posts than 2021!

11 posts created (2%)

486 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@gimmethemprimals

@dire-vulture

@blooming-grove

@coatlscoatlseverywhere

@peacevine

I tagged 450 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#fr.outfits - 51 posts

#fr.abberation - 47 posts

#fr.npcs - 34 posts

#fr.links - 28 posts

#fr.genes - 22 posts

#fr.obelisk - 21 posts

#fr.skins - 16 posts

#flight rising - 16 posts

#fr.pearlcatcher - 15 posts

#fr.skydancer - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#and even though i think some of it is due to pose change instead of negligence they did kinda ignore the fact he’s supposed to be old

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hey!

I'm Irregular, and this is where I'll be keeping my Flight Rising lore! My FR username is Zosimos, feel free to check it out! Please ask about my dragons and lore, I'm more than happy to talk on end about them.

I'll be (hopefully) posting my art here as well.

I have chronic pain, so things might go a little slowly.

link to the FR Helpdesk

Outfit Wishlist Coder

My tagging System!

I mainly reblog other's posts, but feel free to interact! I don't bite :)

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I wish we had more sea-serpent like dragon types. Guardians are Great but being both one of the starter breeds and pretty chill in monstrosity dulls their shine for me.

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Dilemerus

Lore vs Lair (how do they present in lore vs lair?):

In lore, Dilemerus are one huge aberration, with four heads (and therefore four different dragons), four front legs, two back legs, and four wings, two of which are artificially shrunken.

In my lair, they take the form of two separate dragons, Delilah (Combination of Della and Lilah) and Emerus (Em and Nerus).

Backstory

Dilemerus (Della, Lilah, Em, and Nerus) are an aberration formed by four lovers who decided to be together forever, albeit in a more literal manner than most would choose.

Della is their resident troublemaker and while she always (never) has plausible deniability, she usually gets ratted out by one of the three she's attached to. (She/her)

Lilah might be the closest thing my lair has to a prom queen: elegant, cruel, and willing to beat your ass. (She/xe/no pronouns)

Em is the local sweetheart, and willing to help out anytime; from baking with Araceli to helping Nuthilyan put someone's front legs out of business. (they/them)

Nerus is a very motivated scientist, and sees being attached to three others as no downside. He is almost constantly working, but enjoys just being with his other three. (he/they)

tags are for my own sorting purposes:

MD (my Dragons) as a prefix is relating to Lair, ML (my Lore) is relating to Lore

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Omg im in love with ur tagging system with fr.x

Thank you!! using this as a place to put my tags:

FR.(Dragon breed), ex FR.Obelisk

FR.Skins (For both skins and accents!)

FR.NPC (trading post and courier dragons)

FR.Genes (for gene suggestions and discussion)

FR.Familiars (for fams and fam suggestions/discussions)

FR.(trigger tag), ex FR.Multigaze

FR.Boost (for a seller who’s getting their product out, etc)

FR.Bios (for bio resources!)

FR.Outfits (outfit codes)

FR.Bases (for free-to-use bases other artists have made)

FR. Suggestion (suggestions for gameplay)

FR.Deities (for the eleven deities in FR)

FR.memes (Flight rising memes)

FR.OfficialArt (Discussions around the Official FR art)

FR.link (usually for links, although I tend to forget this! I usually use it for things I personally want to find again)

FR.Forums (people setting up forum guides)

Reblogsneak is for reblogs of Irregular.txt

Irregular.txt is for if I actually talk lol

My Dragons is for my lair specifically!

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My #1 post of 2022

I have so many breeding pairs that are either:

Huge Powerful Wife and Weed-smoking Boyfriend

Kind Upstanding Lady and tiny s/o

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Irregular.txt #oops.

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fayesrossua · 2 years

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JEAN KIRSCHTEIN: PROM KING

Prompt: you’ve had a crush on Jean all of highschool, but you never thought anything would come of it. At the end of your prom, Prom King and Queen are announced and you are totally blindsided by the results, and excited ;)

Tags/keywords: school dance, highschool crush, fluff, banter, wholesome, making out, touching, romantic feelings, mention of past ex

WC: 2k

Notes: I wrote this as a consolation for me not having a prom bc of Covid and because of my highschool crush just got a gf so I’m mourning the imaginary chances I ever had with him LOL. Enjoy 💓💓 lowkey want to add a spicy PT 2 to this😳

“And the winners are,” The room hummed with anticipation as Mr Ackerman And Prof Zoe opened the envelopes announcing this years Prom King and Queen.

Your friends had nominated you as a joke a few weeks ago, but they were the aggressive, domineering type, so they actually pressured kids into voting for you. Your best friend nudged you, and you gritted your teeth in anticipation. The room was so hot and bodies were all around you.

Silence hung in the room still, a drum roll thrumming. Who were the Prom King nominees? you wondered.

“Y/N L/N, and Jean Kirschtein!” Professor Zoe bellowed into the mic. Your best friend screeched, jumping up and down and shaking you. You began laughing,

“No fucking way.” You hissed at your friend, and she shooed you to walk on stage. Jean has been a guy you had crushed on passively throughout your entire highschool career. You’ve chatted here and there, had a couple classes together but never really knew him all that well to be considered more than acquaintances. You walked through the parting path of the crowd and up the few steps leading to the stage. Jean trailed behind you, his friends barking and making animal noises as he got on stage. You two walked to the middle of the stage, and Mr Ackerman placed a glittery tiara on your head, being careful to not mess up your hair. Prof Zoe placed a golden crown on Jean’s head and you looked over at him.

His lips raised in a smirk, and he winked at you. You felt your heart beat stutter, a rush of adrenaline pumping through you.

“Now a word from this year’s elected Prom King and Queen!” Prof Zoe said. Jean gestured for you to go first, and so you approached the mic, not knowing what was about to come out of your mouth.

“Uhh, thank you for nominating me. Couldn’t do it without you guys… I guess. Anyways, enjoy the rest of your night and congrats to us for all graduating.” You finished, before visibly cringing at yourself and stepping away and letting Jean come. Your friend cackled at you. Mr Ackerman held up his hand to stop anyone from clapping, and Jean went to the mic this time. He looked at you, his eyes glaring into yours right before he starts speaking. You felt yourself grow extremely hot, both from your dress, the lights, the people, Jean.

“My Prom Queen couldn’t have said it much better than myself.” My? Thanks for all the votes and support over the past few years. Thank you to my boys who have hyped me up. i love you guys,” he said exaggeratingly, Connie scream sobbed, I love you too, he shouted from the back of the crowd. Everyone laughed. “And I hope Professor Zoe and Ackerman know how much we all appreciate them for putting this together. Thank you everyone.”

Everyone erupted in applause, and Mr Ackerman grabbed the mic, announcing the “King and Queen’s dance”. Your stomach turned as Jean took a step toward you, taking your hand and leading you down the steps to the empty space on the dance floor. A white, found light followed you and a slow song began playing. In your peripherals you saw others around wrap their arms around each other.

“Congrats,” Jean said quietly, turning to face you. His hand gently sat on your waist, and you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, congrats.” You say, feeling stunned at what was happening. You didn’t think anything would ever come of your crush, that he would remain a NPC like character in your life story, and that after highschool, you’d never see him again. Life was strange. “How’re you liking prom?” You ask.

Jean pressed his lips together, humming. “It’s pretty good now, I’m freaking Prom King Y/N,” he says sarcastically. You laugh, rolling your eyes. He goes to spin you, bringing you back much closer to him then before.

“Yeah well I mean, I can’t think of anyone else who would fit the title.” You say, honestly. “You strike me as the type who would be Prom King.”

Jean made a face, his eyebrows and nose scrunching together, “What does that mean?”

You shrugged, daring to move a couple centimetres closer to him. “It means you are that kind of guy, it’s like asking why water is wet. It just is.”

His head tilts back and he laughs, “I don’t understand you,” and he readjusts his hands, bringing up one of his hands for you to take. You place your hand in his, and look up to see him very close to you. You look directly past his chin and keeping swaying with him. “Though I have to say, I hope you like guys like me. You know, guys who are Prom Kings.”

His eyes are burning into you, and you brace yourself before shifting your eyes to look directly at him. You lose track of your thought at the sight of his blown out pupils and you don’t dare look at his lips.

Don’t do it.

You blink, and swallow. Fuck it I’m going to be upfront, the perfect opportunity has fallen into my lap.

“Jean, I’ve always had a thing for you, regardless of your title honestly.”

For a moment he didn’t say anything, his eyes actually flitted away from yours, and a wave of doubt settled over you. All before he broke out into a smile.

“You should have told me sooner then. Think of how much sooner we could have gotten together?” He says, his voice laced with sarcasm, but being so close to him you can hear, and feel a tremor in his voice. Like he’s both serious, relieved and excited. His eyes continue to expand, taking in all of you, and you know you have him at least for this moment.

“Oh I know, I know. But I’m a coward, how am I expected to approach someone who is just so cool? A future Prom King?”

Jean grins at this, “Well we know now your true feelings for me.”

“What about you? Compliment me now.” You say boldly. He hasn’t said he likes you, but you have every reason to think he does.

“Of course I like you. Chances are I’ve liked you longer than you’ve liked me. Especially with you dating that fucking asshole a couple years ago.” He says, and you exhale a laugh.

“Oh God, don’t bring him up please. I’d rather not think about him.” You shake your head, while simultaneously being overwhelmed with his confession that he likes you.

“It’s true though, I saw the way he spoke to you and the way he handled you. If I had known you better I would have stepped in but I never did.”

You signed, not knowing what to say. You didn’t want to think about him. You wanted to focus in on the moment, on Jean. You breathed in his scent and for a split second, you feel your world stop. You didn’t know if it’s because of a lack of male attention, or the atmosphere of prom, but you felt all the pieces of your life come together at that moment. White picket fences and children running around. Cherry aprons and baked goods. You saw your future flash before your eyes. I’ve liked him. He’s liked me.

I like him, and he likes me.

“I guess it worked out if it was all leading to this moment then,” you say, focusing your eyes on him again. He’s so close to you he’s hard to look straight at him. Jean lifts his head, and brings a hand to your upper back. Your head rested on his chest.

“Let’s hope.” He said, letting you two dance in silence until the rest of the song played out. You looked around, seeing everyone dance and you blink hard, trying to really capture every detail of this moment. What you see, how you feel, what you’re touching, who. You’re going to miss this moment, and go back to it on sad days. Jean craned his head down to you, his lips grazing the top of your ear, “I’m hungry, want to get out of here after the dance?”

“Absolutely.” You reply. The song plays out it’s final chorus before fading quietly. Still, there was chatter all around, but it seemed insignificant to the intense grip Jean was holding you with.

He tapped a few times on your waist and flickered his eyes to the exit door. You nod, and you start walking with him to leave. The foyer was still lit with the unwelcoming hallway lights you had come to appreciate. A huge banner with “PROM NIGHT” draping from the upstairs balcony. Jean opened the door for you and a cool summer breeze welcomed you. He took out his car keys from his pocket and jangled them around. “The black Chevy over there.” He pointed, pressing his key and unlocking the door. It blinked back at you.

He stepped in front of you, just as you were about to open the door. Jean turned to face you, and put his hand on your waist again. He pulled you in close, your hips directly pressed up against each other’s. “Is it too early to ask for a kiss?” He whispered, his voice deep in cadence but still a little smug.

You just shook your head, letting your eyes fall directly to his slightly open mouth. Jean took your face in his palm, and took no time to firmly press his lips against yours. A pool of warmth bloomed in your lower stomach and you were shocked at how wet and soft his lips were. Jean tilted his head to the side, kissing you deeper, and more intensely, his fingers carefully grabbing your hair. You slid your hands up his back, grabbing the back of his neck and pressing into him.

Jean slipped his tongue into your mouth as he went in again, a surge of pressure building and releasing itself in your stomach. You opened your mouth a little wider, allowing your tongues to massage against each other.

As expected, Jean is one hell of a French kisser.

He exhaled breathily into your mouth, and you ached at the sound of his voice in that airy, light way. You wanted to hear it more. He brought his lips down to your neck, planting soft, barely there kisses. You were feeling very overwhelmed and you didn’t want it to stop.

“So where do you want to go for food?” He asked, out of breath as he peppered you with little kisses. You scoffed, your eyes just beginning to flutter open again.

“How much are you willing to spend ?” You ask. He brings his lips back to yours, and he gives you a long, suffocating kiss before letting go. His lips were slightly puffy, and the pinkish stain of your lipstick covered his face. You imagined you looked more or less the same - you felt the top of your head, feeling the spikes of your tiara. Jean laughed,

“Don’t worry Princess, I won’t dethrone you quite yet.” He fixed your tiara. “We can go anywhere you want. Let’s start with some ice cream how about?” He opens your car door,

“That works with me.” You step to enter the car and he closes the door behind you. He runs around the other side, jumping in and starting his car. Before he flips down the car mirror, checking himself out. You look at him unabashedly, not believing this was happening. In that moment you had no idea what to expect - whether this would be one evening together or the start of something new for the both of you. You hoped the latter.

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AGH I WANNA DO A PT2??? DINER BATHROOM BJ??! CAR SEX? LMK!!!

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirschtein #aot #aot mappa #aot season four #attack on titan fandom #jean kirschtein fluff #jean kirschtein smut #jean kirschtein x you #jean kirschtein imagine #jean kirschtein headcanons #jean kirschtein fanfiction #i love jean #jean plz hug me #aot season 4 #mappa #anime

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expromqueen · 1 year

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Anok Yai Halloween costumes as Neytiri in 2018, Storm in 2019 and Blade in 2022

#notes of an ex prom queen #anok yai #halloween

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choiwonder · 10 months

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DO YOU MISS ME ? [ I’LL VOTE YOU PROM QUEEN ]

synopsis: being ex-friends, it wasn’t too difficult to forget about one another, but as you both rise to having a social media presence, it’s inevitable for your fans to ask about one another. however, what happens when beomgyu makes a comment about you on live and ignites a twitter feud?

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petersasteria · 3 years

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enough for you || peter parker

sour masterlist || parker || sour taglist

2,440 words w: nothing triggering that's fo sho

Peter Benjamin Parker.

His name alone made everyone swoon. Every girl wanted to be with him and every guy wanted to be him. He was smart, handsome, and he was fit; he was perfect. You admired him from afar because you knew you wouldn’t stand a chance anyway. All of his ex-girlfriends were prom queens in high school and they’re now cheerleaders for your university’s rugby team. You weren’t any of those. You didn’t have a crown at home or a perfect body, but you had decent grades and while you’re not particularly a size zero, you were healthy. You were just a regular person and you loved that. After all, keeping up with what society wanted was tiring and you saw how it wrecked other girls. You just didn’t want to be part of that and you vowed to yourself that you’d never become like that.

So it surprised you when Peter Parker noticed you at all. Well, he sort of had to. Both of you were partnered up for a project and you two hit it off from there. You found out he was actually pretty nerdy and that he used to wear glasses. He wasn’t afraid to show you his true self. Like how he preferred songs from the 80s and 90s. In the short amount of time, you fell for him hard.

You knew his coffee order by heart and you knew of his inner demons after a hearty 3am conversation on the phone. Because you liked him, you read all of his self-help books so that you knew what or how he was feeling. Your friends would say that your behaviour was becoming obsessive, but you didn’t care. All you thought about was him and that’s all that mattered.

It didn’t take long for him to like you. He enjoyed your company and he enjoyed seeing you. He confessed that to you one day and asked you if you wanted to go to his frat party on Friday. You immediately agreed and on the days leading up to Friday, you instantly changed. You said goodbye to your old clothes and bought new, daring ones because you remembered that his exes wore stuff like that with full confidence. You bought makeup too with the help of Tiffany, the super nice popular girl who was your lab partner last semester. She taught you how to dress, how to act, how to flirt; everything you needed to learn.

By the time Friday came around, you were all set. Since Tiffany was invited, she offered to go there with you. She even gave you last minute tips on kissing and dancing. When you arrived, she was whisked away by her adorably shy boyfriend, Max. She looked at you and wiggled her eyebrows before paying attention to Max. You smiled at her and shook your head. You loved their tandem. They were opposites, but they made it work. You wished that you and Peter could be like that.

You looked around and saw Peter walking down the stairs with one of his frat brothers. They were talking about something and he turned his head and immediately saw you. He grinned and quickly walked over to where you were, completely ignoring his frat brother.

“You came!” He grinned and pulled you in for a quick hug. “That’s what she said.” He laughed. “Sorry about that. Michael Scott has been rubbing off on me. Have you watched The Office?”

“I’ve seen a few episodes.” You said nervously, making a mental note to start watching the show so you could talk about it. Peter nodded and led you to the kitchen, “What do you want to drink?”

You saw a plethora of drinks just sitting there, waiting to be drunk by anyone. Peter laughed at you and shook his head. “Never drank alcohol before?” He asked sweetly and you bit your lip while shaking your head.

“Is that bad?” You asked him, worried that he might not like you anymore.

“That’s actually pretty cute. I’ve never met a girl who has never picked up a bottle of alcohol before and it’s kind of refreshing. You’re like a breath of fresh air, sweetheart. Don’t be shy about it.” He smiled. You smiled and looked down to hide a smile on your face.

He decided to give you a drink that wasn’t strong. It was your first drink and he didn’t want you to pass out after having just one. Both of you danced the night away and got drunk with his friends. It was a fun night and you ended up being too drunk to go home so you crashed in his room. Nothing happened and it was alright because sleeping with his arms wrapped around was more than enough.

Since then, you fully transitioned into the new you. You wore makeup all the time and you were proud that your makeup skills were improving. Your new clothes are trendier and you were slowly letting loose just to make Peter happy.

You and Peter became an official couple after that and he took you everywhere he went. Wherever he was, you were close behind. You didn’t enjoy the company of his big friend group sometimes, but you did your best in hiding your dislike. In fact, you completely hid your old self under the mask of your new self so much that you forgot who you are.

You didn’t mind it, though. You loved Peter and you were doing your best in doing whatever he liked and whatever he was interested in. Whatever he liked, you liked too. Whatever he ordered, you ordered too. You made him your world and all of your attention was just on him.

“Y/N, this guy sounds like bad news.” Your best friend sighed. “I literally don’t see both of you ending up together. He doesn’t give you anything in return. All he does is take, take, take!”

“You’re just jealous because I have a boyfriend and you don’t.” You snapped. You were tired of your best friend being on your ass all the time about your relationship with Peter. Deep down, you knew she was right, but you claimed that you did all those things without asking for anything in return.

“Bullshit, Y/N! Did you memorize his coffee order because you just naturally memorize it? Or did you memorize his coffee order because you wanted to get it for him so that he’ll look at you the same way you look at him? Y/N, sweetie, he doesn’t give you his all and you don’t deserve that.”

“Shut up, okay?! He’s just busy so don’t you dare talk shit about him because you don’t know anything! Stop being so annoying!”

Your best friend looked at you with their jaw dropped and they shook their head. “Wow! I’m sorry for caring about you. I’ll just go and have fun breaking your own heart! Talk to me when you’ve got your shit together.”

With that, they left.

You continued on with your relationship with Peter and before you knew it, you’ve been together for a year now. You kept doing the things you’ve been doing because he never gave you a compliment. You did your best to be up to his standards, but nothing seemed to be working. You feared that the day he finds someone better will come soon and you didn’t want that. Alas, that day came quicker than you expected.

He started hanging out with this girl named Gwen Stacy and he started ditching you for her because they have a ‘project’ together. Then one day, he just broke up with you.

“What?” You teared up.

“I’m breaking up with you.” Peter said.

“But why? I-I changed for you! I put some makeup on, I changed my wardrobe, I know your coffee order, I read your self-help books so I could be there for you and I-”

“And I don’t give a shit. You’re, like, never satisfied with yourself that’s why you’re doing that. No one told you to do those things. May I remind you that when we met, you were dorky? Keep in mind that I fell for THAT person. I don’t know this new version of you.”

“I just wanted to be everything that you liked, Peter.”

“Yeah, well I liked you when you were different. I’m not even the compliment type of person. So, I don’t really care if you change your hair or style or whatever it is you like changing. You’re also super clingy! You’re always with me and it’s sickening!”

“But you ask me to go with you!”

“I was being polite, Y/N.” Peter rolled his eyes.

“How was I supposed to know that?! If you told me that you wanted to go alone, I wouldn’t have come.” You cried. Peter stared at you and shook his head.

“You’re fucking insane. Bye, Y/N.” Peter got up from your bed and left.

You cried for a long time. You cried for days and weeks. You called your best friend and told them what happened. They said, “I told you so.”

“I know.” You sniffed.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes with your favorite food.”

“You won’t lecture me anymore?” You asked.

“Nah.” They said, “You already got an earful from me before and I don’t like repeating myself.”

About two months after your break up with Peter, you didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t do your everyday routine anymore because that consisted of getting Peter his coffee and walking with him to class. You needed a new routine and you wanted to figure it out. You realized that not only did Peter leave you with a broken heart, he also left you questioning who you are.

You felt like a pre-teen trying to figure out who you’re supposed to be and it was frustrating. You racked your brain and thought of the things you used to do before Peter came in the picture and you tried going back to it. You wanted your old self back and realized that you deserved someone who loved you for you and if that someone wanted you to change, it should be for the better.

“That’s a nice sketch.” A voice said from behind you. You turned around and looked up to see a guy with blonde hair and a cute smile on his face. “May I?” He gestured on the empty spot next to you and you nodded before sketching again.

He sat next to you and just watched you sketching. It was comforting and peaceful. He stopped watching you eventually and he began reading his notes. “I’m Harry Osborn, by the way.” He said, not looking up from his book.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” You replied, not stopping your sketch.

“Your sketch is really interesting.” He complimented. “It’s just as beautiful as you.”

You bit back a smile and said, “Thanks, I guess.”

“You seem like an interesting person.” He smiled, looking up from his book to glance at you. You looked at him and said, “Really? Peter Parker didn’t think so.”

“I don’t know who he is, but Peter Parker sounds stupid for not thinking you’re interesting. He must’ve been blind.” Harry pointed out and you chuckled.

“Maybe.”

“Is he your ex?” Harry asked. “Wait, that was personal. I’m so-”

“Yeah, he is and don’t worry about it. I’m trying to move on from it. He, uh, he replaced me with Gwen Stacy.” You told him. He scoffed and looked straight ahead, “Yeah, I know her. We dated before and she left me for another dude. Now that I think about it, she left her ex just to date me. There seems to be a pattern so don’t worry about it. She’ll leave Peter for someone else too. That’s his karma.”

You chuckled and said, “You’re funny.”

“I’m serious!” He exclaimed as he animatedly told you about his past with Gwen. You laughed from time to time and soon you forgot about your sketch as you exchanged stories.

“You know I talk shit about guys that you lik, right?” Your best friend asked you one time and you nodded. “This time, I don’t feel like talking shit about this guy that you’re ‘friends’ with.”

“What do you mean?” You raised an eyebrow. “And he’s just a friend!”

“Sure, tell that to me when you get married.” Your best friend chortled. “I really think you have a future with this guy. His intentions seem pure and so far, he’s not an asshole. Plus, he’s bringing your old self back and he doesn’t even know it. He likes you for you and he seems really happy when you geek out about something that you like.”

“Really?” You smiled softly and they nodded. “Should I ask him out?”

“It’s 2021. Do whatever you want.” They chuckled.

You asked Harry out and he happily agreed. You went on multiple dates after that and soon, he asked you to be his girlfriend. You were scared, but he reassured you that he’s nothing like Peter.

“Y/N, you’re more than enough for me. You don’t have to change anything and I like you for who you are and I’ll like you for who you’ll be in the future. I’ll stay by your side and I’ll be everything Peter wasn’t and more. But if you’re not ready, that’s fine. I can wait for you until you are. I won’t leave you just because you turned me down tonight. I won’t give up on you.” He smiled.

You didn’t say yes that night, but he kept his word. He stayed with you and continued to be friends with you and soon, you were ready to date again. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Because if you’re just forcing yourself, I don’t want to go through another heartbreak and I can’t lose you because you’re my everything, Y/N.”

That’s when it dawned on you that Harry was scared too. “I’m sure.” You grinned and he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. You finally found someone who was right for you and Harry found someone right for him.

And as for Peter, like what Harry predicted, Gwen left him for some guy and it was Peter’s turn to cry. Now he knew how you felt and it made his heart hurt to see you being happy with someone new. He couldn’t do anything about it and now he wished he could turn back time to be there for you like you were there for him. He lost someone amazing, but it was too late.

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cassahina · 3 years

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✿ Mod Cassie Intro ✿

Hey there! I’m (mod) Cassie, I’m ace demibiromantic, an ENFJ, a ravenclaw, and my pronouns are she/they (demigirl). This is my editing and writing request side blog with wayyyy too many sources /lh

I’ll be using Aoi Asahina edits to represent me on this blog. :)

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Danganronpa (all 4 games) (This is also my favorite source :D )

Your turn to die

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The owl house

My hero academia (Note: finished only majority of season 3 of the anime)

Welcome to demon school Iruma

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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 4 years

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(Open Rp) Autumn, Romance, Toontown Au, Mafia Au, And Drama in "The Mafia King and A Fox Queen"

On the Night After the Prom, Saphira's Sorry-excuse boyfriend Name Ron Stoppable Came in with kim With a Boyish giggles, Not Knowing That Saphira Came Home First after the Prom was Over and Still hearing from the Laughter behind the Closed Door.. When Ron Told Kim that he loves her very much but when the Door was Open Behind Ron, Saphira Gave Ron and Kim a Very Unpleasant Look on her Face While crossing her arms Like She's going to Scold him in her Enrage Manner...Then Saphira made a Vicious Clear throats as Ron Froze and Kim,,,,She Knew That Saphira Already Found out about her and Ron..Then Ron Turns his head Slowly in fear and then Saphira Said with a harshful tone,

Saphira: Both Of You, Living Room, couch, NOW!

Then Ron and Kim went inside with a Fearful Look of Their Faces When they See Saphira's Wraithful Look. When they are on The couch, Saphira turns on the Tv And Play the Video from the security cameras that It was Recorded that Ron and Kim was Making love in her bed that She and Ron had been Shared before and after Saphira's 4 unborn childrens Death, Even the Doctors Shows the security video of Ron Stealing the Abortion pills from the Hospital, Including the Principle of middleton High When he was mating with other cheer leading girls in the gym and then She turns it off and said Coldly,

Saphira: Well Ron... What Do you Have To Say For yourself?

Ron: Oh umm... it was umm..meaning-less hehe

Saphira:*Glares in anger* You...Cheated on me!! Do you have Any Idea What you've Done to the Entire Middleton High! and not Only that the News came in and Made a Huge Embarassment reports On Us to the ENTIRE TOWN OF MIDDLETON!?

Ron: Oh come on, it's just a Simple news..what could wrong?

Saphira: *Smacked Ron with a News paper* Take a Look of it! Side kick of Kim Possible Became a Side Chick of Ron Stoppable! You Humiliated me! But Not only that, you Murdered my Children! and I knew Why! Your Trying to get away from your responsibility So you can Sleep with 30 Different other women! IS THAT TRUE OR NOT!!?

Ron: *Sighs* Its true... It always true

Then Saphira Balled Up her Fist and She turns to kim and said,

Saphira: And you Kim! you were Suppose to be my Best friend but Now I really know what you are. Your a Disgusting Human Being who Backstabs Me For Your Personal gain! Not Only that,, your Nothing but a Husband and/ Or Boyfriend Stealing harlot. And I know your Pregnant with his baby, you and 30 Other Women...*Slapped Kim So hard She was in pain* Thats For my kids *gives her another Slap* And Thats For Backstabbing and Destroying our friendship!

*Turns to ron*

Saphira: *Throws the bags at Ron* And as For you! You and Your Whore Are out of my cabin! You are not welcome to my Home ever!

Then She threw Ron and Kim out of her home.. but Ron asked saphira with a Pleaful look in his eyes.

Ron: Saph please.. Where Can I Sleep?

Saphira: My Suggestion Is For you to Sleep in the Pile of Vulgarity that you've Created!

Then Saphira Slams the Door as He and Kim left with his bags..and The Harshful red Slap Marks on their Faces.. But After Graduation, Saphira got Depressed because People in Middleton Laughing at her...But then She sees the Commercials where some special creatures like Saphira could Move and Live in The Strange Place called Toontown...She was Amazed and maybe Just Maybe there is a Good Hope To Give herself a Fresh start.. Then She decided to Move to Toontown, She Make a Huge Copy of Notes To the people of Middleton and the Note Says "Dearest Middleton as you all know that I've had my Last Straw Ever Since That Prom Incident. So Without Further More I am Leaving Middleton For good because I knew that "Enough Is Enough", I'm Going to Start Fresh. And this time I'm Not going back to Your Sorry excuse For a Town because Of my Ex and the backstabbers too.. So I bid Fare thee well to you Sign Saphira Lorraina Fox." So She began to Drive her Camaro and the Huge Pile of notes is Flying off from her car and it fell like a snow flakes as people have read it and regret it.. Meanwhile Saphira Drives to the Special Place Which it was called "Toontown", She sees the beautiful town but she Finds it weird and odd though, Either way This is a New Life and a New Chapter. So She began to Settle Down on the Beautiful Luxurious home Right near the Lake and the park Itself..Her Home is beautiful and Special Classic as well.

..So She began to Work as a beautiful Singer

At the Luxury Club Called "Lotus Blossom Club". Her gig went great but Little Does She know that she is Singing Infront of the Most Dangerous Mafia gang in toontown and then One of the Most Biggest and the Baddest Mafia Don Name Abigor The Demon and He has His Eyes on Saphira the whole time when she Took the Stage and sings Like an angel of heaven But There's the "Other" don that Dying to Meet this Fine beautiful Kitsune..After the Show Saphira got herself a Dressing room, Few Minutes later when saphira was cleaning her face and Brushing her hair, She hears the Knock of the Door, "Who is it?" She asked and Then The "Other Don" Said.....

#Open Rp #Romance #Drama #toontown #Mafia Au

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restlesshearts · 2 years

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shay mitchell, cis woman, she+her, 35 // i think valentina galang just walked by, a shay mitchell lookalike. they've been here in rocky view for about thirty-five years, and seem to hang around shoreside books a lot. i've also seen them working at rocky view medical as a nurse. when asked to describe themselves they're likely to say the sound of rain on the roof at night, scattered papers on a messy desk, and the smell of freshly baked cookies.

(please note, the following contains mentions of alcohol use and pregnancy)

STATISTICS:

basics.

full name: Valentina Mae Galang

nicknames: Val, Lena

hometown: Rocky View, Rhode Island

age & DOB: 35 / july 31st

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

children: Leo (four year old son)

occupation: nurse at rocky view medical

relationship status: single

sexual orientation: bisexual

appearance.

fc: shay mitchell

hair color: black

eye color: brown

height: 5'6"

build: fit, thin

piercings: ears

tattoos: her son’s name in cursive on her right collar bone

personality.

positives: compassionate, hard-working, charismatic, gregarious, open-minded

negatives: reticent, untrusting, over-protective, jealous, & melancholy

personality type: INFP

hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

theme song: Willow by Taylor Swift

BACKGROUND:

Valentina has always been a little princess - at least in her parents’ eyes. The two were originally from NYC before they relocated to Rocky View when Valentina’s mother found out she was pregnant. They had wanted their child to be born away from the hustle and bustle of the city and experience life from a small town.

Growing up, Valentina had everything she ever wanted. Her father was a wealthy businessman and her mother was an event planner. She was their only child and therefore, constantly showered with love, presents, and extremely high expectations.

From a young age, Valentina pushed herself to go as far as she could, to work harder and harder just to please her parents. And it worked for a while. She was homecoming queen once or twice, prom queen, she was in the top ten of her classes. She was one of the best players on the girls’ soccer team. Everything Valentina put her mind to, she succeeded in.

As tired as she was, she decided to put her attention and focus on something that would actually matter - nursing school. She knew she had the drive and the intelligence, and so she went for it. She went to school, buckled down, and earned her BSN. Nearly as soon as she passed her boards, she was hired at the local medical facility.

A few years later, the cracks were beginning to show beneath the surface. Valentina was exhausted. She had spent so much of her life pleasing everyone else that she hadn’t stopped to relax. The Rocky View darling began to party more, hang around ‘less savory’ people. With an emotional outlet in the form of drinking and dating, she found herself a little more relaxed.

Around the age of thirty, she had met someone that she really enjoyed spending time with. Her heart told her that this man came into her life for a reason, though she was expecting them to get married. Little did she know, she’d soon become pregnant with their son, Leo. The relationship fizzled out shortly after he was born, but she still cares deeply about his father.

Adjusting to life as a single mother has been tough for Valentina, but she knows that her parents and community supports her. The only place she came go is up from there.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS:

BABY DADDY/EX: (I may put a WC in for this one)

RIVAL/ENEMIES:

COWORKERS:

PARTY BUDDY: (Someone for her to go out with on the nights the baby daddy has Leo)

FLIRTATIONSHIP/FLING:

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