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SO I MADE THIS ON THE BUS AND THE RADIO PLAYED THAT SONG CALLED WATERFOUNTAIN AND I MADE A ONESHOT BASED ON IT!!

"Now he's grabbing her hips, and pulling her in, Kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear, And she knows that she shouldn't listen, And that she should be with me by the water fountain" is the lyrics btw! 

Fitz's heart sank as he turned the corner and froze in place. The sound of the water fountain gurgled softly in the background, but it was drowned out by the rush of blood pounding in his ears.

There they were. Keefe and Sophie.

Keefe's hands were on her hips, pulling her closer as though she belonged there—like it was the most natural thing in the world. And Sophie... she wasn't stopping him. She wasn't pulling away. She leaned in, letting him. Her head tilted slightly as Keefe dipped down, his lips brushing hers.

Fitz's chest tightened. He wanted to look away, to turn around and pretend he hadn't seen anything, but he couldn't. His feet were rooted to the spot, his heart breaking in slow motion.

Keefe's lips moved to Sophie's ear, whispering something too quiet for Fitz to hear, but whatever it was made her smile. That smile—her smile—it used to be his.

She knows, Fitz thought bitterly, watching her melt into Keefe's embrace. She knows she shouldn't listen to him. She knows this isn't right. She knows she should be with me.

By the water fountain.

That was their place. The spot where they had spent so many quiet moments together. The spot where he had first told her how he felt. How many times had they laughed there? How many times had she looked at him like he was the only person in the world?

But now... now she was looking at Keefe like that.

Fitz clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He told himself to walk away, to let it go, but he couldn't. The pain was too sharp, too raw. He wanted to march over there, to demand an explanation, but what would be the point? The truth was right in front of him.

She wasn't his. Not anymore.

The water fountain gurgled on, oblivious to the silent war raging inside him. Fitz turned away, his jaw tight as he forced himself to leave.

But the image of them—Keefe's hands on her, her lips on his—it burned in his mind, and he knew it would haunt him forever.

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this is keefes pov of waterfountain:

Keefe couldn't stop the grin tugging at his lips as Sophie rolled her eyes at one of his jokes. "You're impossible," she muttered, but the faint blush dusting her cheeks told him she wasn't as annoyed as she pretended to be.

"And yet, here you are, Foster," he teased, his voice dropping into that familiar, playful tone he knew drove her crazy.

They were standing by the water fountain, the moonlight casting silver streaks across the rippling water. The world felt quieter here, like it was just the two of them, tucked away in their own little corner of the chaos.

Sophie looked up at him, her eyes filled with something soft, something vulnerable. It was a look he'd memorized, a look that made his heart do that annoying little flip thing it always did around her.

Keefe took a step closer, his hands instinctively finding her hips. He hesitated for just a moment, searching her face for any sign that he should stop. But she didn't pull away. She didn't flinch. She didn't say no.

Instead, she leaned in ever so slightly, her breath warm against his skin. That was all the encouragement he needed.

He pulled her in gently, his hands firm but careful, like she might break if he held her too tightly. He dipped his head, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was soft and slow, as if he had all the time in the world.

When he pulled back, he whispered in her ear, his voice low and teasing. "You know, Foster, you're terrible at hiding how much you like me."

She huffed out a laugh, her hands resting lightly against his chest. "You're insufferable."

"And yet, here you are," he said again, his grin widening.

He could feel the tension slowly leaving her shoulders as she melted into him, her head resting lightly against his. For once, she wasn't carrying the weight of the world on her own. For once, it was just the two of them.

Keefe wasn't sure how long they stood there, wrapped up in each other, but he didn't care. Time didn't matter when he was with her. Nothing else mattered.

If he had looked over his shoulder, he might have noticed the shadow lingering just out of sight, the figure standing in silence as his world shattered.

But Keefe didn't look.

For now, this moment was his, and he wasn't going to let it go

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and me being a slay author, sophies pov!!

Sophie's heart was racing, and she couldn't decide if it was from Keefe's teasing or the way the night air seemed to wrap around them like a secret. The water fountain gurgled softly beside them, its gentle sound filling the silence as she tried to gather her thoughts.

Keefe was standing too close, and yet, not close enough. His grin was impossible to ignore—crooked, playful, and annoyingly charming. She wanted to roll her eyes at him, but something in the way he looked at her made it impossible.

"Admit it, Foster," he said, his voice low but tinged with mischief. "You like being here with me."

She crossed her arms, trying to feign annoyance. "You're ridiculous."

"And yet," he said, taking a small step closer, "here you are, Foster."

Sophie opened her mouth to argue, to say something—anything—but the words caught in her throat when his hands lightly rested on her hips. Her breath hitched. It wasn't the first time Keefe had pushed the boundaries of their friendship, but this felt different. This felt... real.

Her first instinct was to pull away. She wasn't sure she could handle this—him, them. Not with everything else in her life already so complicated. But when she looked up into his ice-blue eyes, all her doubts seemed to fade.

He was looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered, like all the cracks in her world didn't scare him. Like she didn't have to be perfect for him to stay.

Slowly, she let herself relax, leaning into him just slightly. It was a small movement, but it was enough. His grip on her hips tightened, steadying her, and then he was leaning in, his lips brushing softly against hers.

Sophie's eyes fluttered shut. The kiss was tentative, almost like he was waiting for her to push him away. But she didn't. She couldn't.

When he pulled back, his lips barely an inch from hers, his voice was a whisper. "You're really bad at pretending you don't like me, Foster."

She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "You're so full of yourself."

"And yet," he said, his grin widening, "here you are."

Sophie hated how much she loved that stupid line. She let her head rest against his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calm the chaos in her own.

For the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn't thinking about the Black Swan or the Neverseen or the endless expectations that always weighed her down. For the first time, it was just her and Keefe.

She didn't notice the figure standing just out of sight, watching them from the shadows. She didn't notice the way Fitz's fists clenched at his sides, his heart breaking in the silence.

All she knew in that moment was Keefe, the warmth of his arms, and the feeling that maybe—just maybe—everything would be okay.

AWWW ADMIT IT YOU SMILED. ALSO PROMPT?? IM RELYING ON THE STUPIDEST THINGS FOR PROMPTS NOW, MY UNTOUCHED HOMEWORK, TEST RESULTS(WAIT OMG THAT CVAN BE A ONESHOT!), AND EVEN MY UNTOUCHED EXPIRED ORANGE JUICE