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greynatomy · 7 months

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football or football?

lucy bronze x reader

lucy won the very close poll.

been seeing the whole taylor swift and travis kelce thing on tiktok and got this idea.

this became longer than Iithought it’d be. was supposed to be a ficlet. oh, well.

let me know what you think!

-grey

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For the past two weeks, you’ve been trending on twitter. At first you don’t know what it’s about, but your publicist caught you up saying how there’s a footballer — American footballer — who keeps mentioning you in interviews and on his podcast. It was honestly getting pretty annoying, not just to you, but also to your very jealous girlfriend.

You’d both decided to keep your relationship private, with you being a popular musician and your girlfriend being a top footballer in the league. Except, the media has been labeling your relationship as friends, best friends who support each other. Never once has there been an article where you both are speculated to be dating.

You’ve both been fun with it, being able to not have to hide anything, but with the whole Travis Kelce using your name to stay relevant to the media, your girlfriend is getting fed up.

“I don’t know why he keeps bringing you up? Not once have you mentioned him on anything. ‘The ball is in your court?’ Like what does that mean?” Lucy rambles.

“Honestly, I’m getting tired of it too. I’ve been so busy with touring that I didn’t even know about it until Sarah told me.” You reply, cuddling up to her on the bed, your head on her chest.

“Did Sarah tell you what you should do?”

“Sarah’s pretty much fed up like the both of us so she said it’s up to me. She doesn’t care if I tell him to fuck off, I’d do it anyway without telling her.”

“Didn’t you say he invited you to a game?”

“Yeah, he did. Why?” You we’re getting skeptical with the way Lucy has a smirk and mischievous look on her face.

“Don’t you think it’s time for us to come out, no?”

“Been together four years. Probably long overdue.”

“Well you better tell him that you’d love to accept that invitation, with a plus one of course.”

“I’m liking the way you think.”

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Now a week later, you and Lucy were dressed up in red, arriving at Arrowhead Stadium. Lucy had a red England bucket hat on that she took off your head. You were being escorted to the friends and family box by security, running into people who recognized you. One hand holding Lucy’s the other waving to people as you passed.

Walking into the box, you were met with lots of people, Travis’ mom was the one to come and greet you.

“It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Kelce.”

“Oh, please call me Donna. It’s so nice to meet you. I’m a big fan of your music, been wanting to meet you ever since Travis said that you’d both started talking.”

“That’s so nice of you, thank you, but unfortunately all the conversations your son had with me are one sided. I’ve never once entertained anything he said. The only time I’ve texted back was to tell him I’d love to attend a game. Never been to an American Football game before.”

“Really? My son said you guys were getting along.”

“Unfortunately for him, we haven’t. But I’d like to introduce you to my partner Lucy.”

“Oh, it’s very nice to meet you as well Lucy. I’m sorry if my son cause any trouble between the two of you.”

“It’s no worries at all. Excited to watch the game.”

“You’ve got an accent. Where are you from?”

“From England.”

“Yeah, I’m a sucker for accents. But let’s not let the situation get in the way and enjoy this game.”

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ynupdates yn seen at the kansas chief’s game

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fan1 NO WAY SHES THERE

fan2 MAMA KELCE IS WITH HER

fan3 is ynvis real?!?!

fan4 is everyone gonna ignore lucy bronze right next to her

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The game just finished. Everyone is cheering as the Chief’s won a game at home. You and Donna hug each other close, jumping up and down. Lucy was actually awestruck by all the people celebrating their team winning, thinking back to all the times fans of hers and her team celebrated like this.

Moments after, you follow Debby to the hallways, no doubt leading to her son. Travis comes out freshly showered and changed a bit after, going straight to his Mom for a hug. Then he turns to you opening his arms out for a hug, so you give him a side hug, not wanting to be mean. Cameras click nonstop towards the two of you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says to you.

“You as well. Great game you played out there.”

“Thank you. Wanna go somewhere more private so we can hear each other better without the prying eyes?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He leads towards the exit, you following behind him, your hand holding Lucy’s tightly, who Travis hadn’t acknowledged at all. Exiting towards the garage where his and your cars are parked, you relax a bit, relieved to be away from the cameras. Lucy walks a bit off to the side to let you two talk, but still close enough to hear, in case he says something he shouldn’t.

“Im glad you accepted my invite.”

“Yeah, me too. I’ve never been to or seen an American Football game.”

“American Football?”

“Well, yeah. The U.S is the only one that plays this sport. Football is played throughout the world.”

“Wow, you’re gonna be like that?” He says, thinking you’re flirting with him by saying his sport isn’t widely played.

“Be like what?”

“Never mind. But I just wanted to ask if you wanna hang out right now? Get to know each other a bit more.” He steps closer towards you, but you step back.

“I’d have to decline. My girlfriend and I have to get back to England. She’s got a couple Football matches coming up.”

“Girlfriend?” Travis is shocked by the information. “I didn’t know you were even with someone.”

“I’m surprised no one knows. They see two girls and automatically think they’re best friends or something. But, no, been with that girl right there four years. It was very obvious.” You wave Lucy over. “Travis this is Lucy Bronze, my girlfriend—”

“—Actually fiancé. Proposed a couple weeks ago, so there’s still some getting used to. It’s nice to meet you mate. Heard you’ve been talking ‘bout my girl pretty often past few weeks.”

The look on Travis’ face is laughable.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry about that. I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, we’re very private people. But now that you’ve met my girl after being all up in her DM’s, you’d stop using her name to stay relevant yeah? ‘Cause it’s making you look desperate.”

You didn’t interfere. You’re stood off to the side, a proud look on your face.

“Yeah, of course. Never again.”

“The last thing you should talk about in that little podcast of yours is a public apology using her name for fame like many men have in the past.”

After a moment of Lucy staring at Travis she speaks up again. It was a bit funny how intimidated he looked at Lucy, seeing as she’s almost a foot shorter than him

“Well, mate, we best be off. I’ve got some Football to be preparing for, my girl by my side always. Best of luck to you. Hope you find someone that isn’t taken.”

With that, she takes a hold of your hand, leading you to the car. You give him a little wave, leaving him speechless in the middle of the parking garage.

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yourinstagram Thank you travis for the invite! Had a lot of fun at my first ever American Football game with my Fiancé. Congrats to you and your team on the win! #KansasCityChiefs

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lucybronze very different from football for sure

↳ yourinstagram very different

leahwilliamsonn where was my invite?

↳ yourinstagram you didn’t get one

↳ leahwilliamsonn rude

fan1 SHES ENGAGED

fan2 ynvis isn’t real thank god!

fan3 OHMYGOD ITS LUCY BRONZE ALCJHD

fan4 this is a very polite way of saying ‘keep my name out your fucking mouth’

#woso x reader #greynatomy #woso #woso imagines #woso imagine #lucy bronze #lucy bronze x reader

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yandereunsolved · 10 days

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˗ˏˋ Yandere Concept ´ˎ˗

Yandere Podcaster — Amos Emerie (he/him)

English / • 27 • / Bisexual / Multilingual

Height: 5'9" He wears boots that make him 5'11" because he's insecure about his height.

Language(s): English, Polish, & Sign Language

╰┈➤ He comes from the sleepy town of Holy Springs. A town filled with yanderes, most supernatural, all downright disturbing. He's one of the few humans that have made their way into this town. It's so small enchanted that it isn't on any maps. Less than a hundred living beings make their home here. The population rests around a thousand.

╰┈➤ Holy Springs — It's a safe haven for outcasts and entities that would be shunned by any major religion. It is also one of the most dangerous places to live for humans.

╰┈➤ He's the seer of the town. He foretells any new arrivals or conflicts that are to happen. He's the first to learn of readers arrival to their cozy town. He's the first to fall for them and see all of the attention they'll attract. However, that's a vision for another day.

╰┈➤ He runs a podcast called Yandere Unsolved. It's labeled as a true crime podcast and is one of the most listened to in the country. What most listeners don't know is that the podcast was really just a way for yanderes to place bets on who would kill who for their darling. At the end of each episode, he lists off the people who contribute to his podcast—the codenames of who won and lost what bets. What a coincidence that reader really enjoys his podcast. You'll both have so much to talk about when you arrive.

╰┈➤ He lives in a two-bedroom apartment with his roommate, who's a ghoul. Often times, he has to temporarily leave because he cannot stand the sound of his roommate chewing on another human carcass. Amos doesn't understand why he can't be more tidy about his kills. He just wants one night of full sleep without hearing the tortured screams of his roommates victims. His roommate is a bit of a glutton, in more ways than one.

╰┈➤ One sibling — He has a deaf older brother who doesn't live in Holy Springs. His older brother lives in France with his husband and two kids. That's how Amos learned sign language when he was younger. It comes in handy considering some of the residents here don't speak any identifiable language or just cannot speak for whatever reason. So he's able to communicate with them this way.

╰┈➤ Parents — His mother and father still live in the rural town they grew up in. Both he and his brother visit them in the summer and on holidays. Amos speaks little about Holy Springs and keeps it vague. He doesn't want to accidentally attract a spirit from the town to haunt his family by uttering the name. He also never allows them to visit him. He says it's because his apartment is too small for all of them, and there aren't any hotels in Holy Springs. There is one, but it's run by a notoriously mischievous demon who knows how to make people give up their souls. The last thing he needs is someone in his family making a deal with that devil.

╰┈➤ Friends — One of his closest friends hails from Poland. They were a foreign exchange student whom his family hosted. He's kept in good touch with them over the years and has picked up much of the language. He doesn't speak it unless he's in Poland visiting them, so his fluency in it is a bit rusty. He's mostly introverted, especially with how the town isolates you, so they're really his only friend. Except for you, you're basically already his spouse, so you can't really count as his friend.

╰┈➤ He has absolutely awful self-esteem. He's the seer of the town, and he runs a podcast that is really just radio gambling for yanderes, and yet he still feels like a perverted loser. He can speak confidently, but he doesn't feel like it. He still feels like the same kid who ended up getting a restraining order from his crush in high school. So what if he had been stealing pairs of their underwear and taking photos of them without their consent? He saw it in the future. He thought he was meant to be with them. It turns out that they just looked like you. It was really you who he saw in those visions. Unfortunately, the future has a way of changing your destination right before you reach it. No worries! He'll just make sure that you are his, no matter what.

╰┈➤ Infatuation — He's a very subtle yandere until he has his darling trapped. He sees himself as a protector and a safe heaven for you, both from the world and the horrors within the seemingly normal town. Due to the fact that he saw you in his visions, he believes it to be a divine intervention that you both met. He's extremely needy and stakerish. He's ashamed of his perversions and does everything he can to make sure you don't find out about them. He isn't broke, but he isn't rich either. He wins some and loses some when he gambles with other yanderes. He's truly worried about others becoming obsessively inclined toward you. He doesn't have the ability to kill a person; at least he doesn't think so. He wouldn't kill someone unless you asked him to. He's too afraid you'd hate him for it.

full headcanons soon?

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harunayuuka2060 · 11 months

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MC: Hello, my lovelies. I hope everything is doing well with everyone.

Ruggie: *testing his mic* Hello, hello.

MC: *chuckles* Ah, everyone. We have a new podcaster joining us every weekends. Say hi to them, love.

Ruggie: Yo! Shyeheehee! Your lovable hyena at your service! My name's Ruggie by the way. Please take care of me!

MC: We will, love. *chuckles* Now, we're just waiting for our first caller and—

Ruggie: Whoo! First call! Can I answer it, boss?

MC: Sure, love.

Ruggie: Hello, this is your lovely hyena, Ruggie. What can I help you with?

Leona: So this is the job you applied for, Ruggie.

Ruggie: Leona?!

Leona: Why are you surprised? Don't tell me you were not expecting me to know about it.

Ruggie: Well, yeah. Sup'?

Leona: Heh. You forgot to wash my laundry.

Ruggie: I'll do it after my job here. And oh, shouldn't you be in class right now?

Leona: You're not here to remind me. Anyway, who's your boss now?

MC: I'm here, love.

Leona: ...

Ruggie: *laughs* Leona? You still there? *smiling mischievously*

MC: *chuckles* *To Ruggie* Lovely, our viewers can see your expression right now.

Ruggie: Oh, right. Thanks, boss.

MC: Leona-love, are you still on the line?

Leona: *clears throat* *makes his voice sound deeper and sexy* Yes.

Ruggie: *wheezing* *turning to MC* Is this what you have to deal with every day?

Leona: Hey, what's that supposed to mean?

MC: *holding back their laughter*

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst ruggie #twst leona #twst podcast series

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nicoline1998enilocin · 8 months

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Such a tease

PAIRING | Ransom Drysdale x Best Friend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.1K

SUMMARY | You're spending the afternoon at a lingerie boutique to find the perfect set for your date later that night. You decide to tease your date a little and send him a photo, but in a rush you accidentally send it to your best friend instead. How will he react to getting such a spicy picture from you?

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Best friends to lovers, smut [ Edging, oral (F receiving), overstimulation, squirting, use of a safeword, protected sex, implied aftercare ], angst,

A/N | I want to thank @avengersfantasies for helping me with this one when I couldn't figure out how to continue; you're a lifesaver! 🖤

Likes, comments, and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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You're looking through the endless lingerie options for your date tonight since you and Kenji plan to have a hot and steamy date. When your eye falls on a set of red lingerie, you pick it up and go to try it on.

As soon as you close the curtain behind you, you let out a sigh and start taking all your clothes off, ready to slip into the pieces of red lacy fabric you picked up.

The bra slips on like a glove, pushing your boobs up perfectly, making them look irresistible. Next up are the panties, and you turn around to look at yourself. You have never felt more beautiful and are not even finished yet.

You pull on the stockings and slide the garter belt into place, hooking the ends to your stocking to keep them in place perfectly. Now all that's left is to tie the bit around your neck like a collar, making the chain attached to the garter belt fall between your boobs.

When it's on, you gasp softly at how perfect you look because every inch of lace hugs your curves beautifully. It is molded to your body like a second skin, and that's when you think of a mischievous plan.

You stand sensually, making your boobs pop even more, and snap pictures with different poses. When you're about to send the perfect one to Kenji, one of the sales associates suddenly interrupts your train of thought.

"Ma'am, can I help you with anything?" she asks, and you accidentally tap Ransom's name instead of Kenji's, sending it to your best friend instead of your date. Not that Ransom minds seeing you in lingerie.

"Uhm, no, thank you! I'm taking this set, so I'll be with you in a few minutes," you say, feeling the embarrassment washing over you while you change out of the lingerie and back into your regular clothes.

You calm yourself down a little before walking to the register, and the woman politely smiles.

"That will be $125, please," she says, and you nod, getting out the cash to pay for it. When that's done, the sales associate puts it in a bag, and you're on your way home to start getting ready for your date with Kenji.

You just pulled out of the parking garage and turned on your podcast for your drive home when suddenly you're getting a call from your best friend, Ransom.

"Hi, Ran-" is all you can say before he cuts you off.

"My house. Thirty minutes. Wear that lingerie you showed me," he says before hanging up, and you're confused about what he's talking about.

Only when you're home and getting ready to get out of your car can you look at what he meant, and you realize the photo that was supposed to go to Kenji went to Ransom instead.

You close your eyes and think about the mistake you have made. But then again, this is the universe telling you to finally admit your feelings to your best friend.

You leave your car and go inside to change into the brand new lingerie - putting on a cute red dress over it.

Once ready, you return to your car and exhale as you climb into the driver's seat. During the drive, you're nervous - your hands drumming against the steering wheel as you try to keep your thoughts together.

You've done what Ransom asked and are at his house a little under thirty minutes later; it's good he lives close. When you leave your car, you wipe your sweaty palms on your dress and adjust your hair again before walking to his door and using your key to let yourself in.

"Ransom?" you call out, hearing your voice echo against the walls of his house.

He walked into the hallway with assassin-like steps - complete silence as he approached you. He looks like a predator hunting down its prey, and before you can even say a proper hello, his lips crash onto yours.

His actions take you aback, but you hadn't expected anything else to happen.

When you didn't turn down his kiss, he deepened it, and you let his tongue pry your lips apart - moaning into your mouth. Your hands make their way into his hair, and he pins you against the wall - letting you feel his growing bulge. You gasp when you touch him, and he pulls away from you, smirking seductively.

"See what your little outfit did to me?" he asks, and you want to answer, but it feels like your throat is filled with cotton balls.

"I- I didn't-" is all you can say, but he doesn't let you finish; his lips crash back onto yours, and his hands move to the knot on your dress, untying it swiftly, and it falls open.

"Oh fuck," he whispers to himself as he takes a step back, and takes in the sight of you covered in red lace, the chain between your breasts and the red stockings.

You let the dress fall to the floor, and that's when Ransom picks you up and quickly throws you over his shoulder on his way to the bedroom.

He thought about taking you right then and there but ultimately decided against it as he wanted to make you feel special for the first time.

"What are you doing? Where are you taking me?!" you yelp as he easily lifts you, everything suddenly upside down, and his hand is lying on your ass to ensure you're not going anywhere.

"You'll have to wait and see since you've been such a tease to me," he says, and you can't help but squeeze your thighs together at the thought of what he might do to you.

You were prepared for many things, but Ransom edging you for over an hour was missing from the list of things you were ready for.

"R-Ran, please!" you wail after he builds you up again, to pull away at the last second before you fall over the edge. Right now, you hate him more than anything, but you can't go anywhere.

Your limbs have turned into nothing but complete jelly under his touch, and Ransom's reveling in the thought, saying the filthiest things while still buried between your thighs.

"Hm, this cunt is so sweet; wish you'd have let me have a taste sooner, Baby. Will fucking ruin you for everyone else like the needy slut you are for me and my dick," he says, a moan escaping your lips at his words.

"Please..." you whine; your release is so close yet so far away at the same time, but this time Ransom does let you cum; however, he doesn't stop there.

"Makes me so fucking hard when you beg like a slut, when you're begging me to let you cum. If you're such a needy slut for it, you better cum now," he says, setting a brutal pace with three of his fingers inside and his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking the life out of it.

"FUCK, 'M CUMMING!" you scream out, and he keeps doing the same thing until your juices squirt out, and he knows the edging was well worth it now.

"Such a perfect slut for me, huh? Squirting for me like that," he says, and you whine softly as you come down from your high, but Ransom doesn't grant you that luxury.

He barely pulled his fingers out of you, allowing his tongue to lap every last drop of your juices as he fucks you with it.

"C-can't take more!" you tell him, but Ransom's determined to pull one more out of you. He needs one more orgasm before he's even going to think about filling you with his cock.

"Yes, you can, Baby. Just need one more from you now, and then I'll let you suck me off like a perfect slut," he says, his tongue going back to fucking and lapping your juices, his thumb now pressed on your clit until you fall apart for him again.

Loud moans echo through his bedroom and house, but you're too far gone to even worry about that. You're too wrapped up in pleasure and the thought of Ransom making you feel this good to care about anything other than him.

"Tastes so fucking sweet, Baby, tastes like peaches, and I can't get enough of it," he says as he attaches his mouth to your clit again, sucking and licking, but it is too much this time.

Tears are starting to form in your eyes from the overstimulation, and you're working up the courage to keep going and give him everything he wants, but you can't. You can't take anything else he's providing you right now.

Before you can fully comprehend what's happening, your mouth opens slightly, and you say it softly and barely audible. Still, Ransom hears you perfectly fine, stopping his motions immediately and stepping away.

"Red."

The two of you never talked about safewords, but that doesn't matter as Ransom backs away regardless, afraid he did something to hurt you.

"Shit..." he whispers to himself as you curl up into a ball and move back to the headboard of his bed. You feel bad about using the safeword even though you know it was the right thing to do.

Tears keep streaming down your face as you rock back and forth, your arms wrapped around your knees after you pull them up to your chest. Your eyes are closed, and that's when you suddenly hear Ransom throw a punch against the wall of his bedroom.

"Fuck!" he grits out through his teeth as he looks at his hand and back to you, looking scared out of your mind as big eyes are looking back at him.

He slowly walks over to the bed with his hands held up to show he's not going to hurt you and touch you without your permission, but it doesn't calm you down.

"Get out," you say before he can even reach the bed, and he looks down with defeat, but he does as you say, wanting to give you back the power over the situation right now.

You stay in his bedroom for an unknown amount of time while gathering your thoughts about what happened. It's not that you don't want him because you do, but he went too far by ignoring you, and that's what hurt most.

You feel incredibly bare in just your lingerie, so you go over to his wardrobe, fishing out a pair of joggers he never wears and one of his sweaters to make yourself feel a bit more comfortable.

You strip yourself out of everything except your panties and put on Ransom's clothes, ready to see him and talk about what has happened.

Ransom sits at his dining table, one of his hands in his hair while the other is getting iced. He looks up at you as you walk into the dining room and smiles at seeing you wearing his clothes.

"Can I sit here?" you ask as you point to the chair directly across from him. He nods as he looks up at you, and you can tell he's been crying, too, by the look of his bloodshot eyes.

"I'm sorry-" he starts, but you raise your hand, notifying him that now's not the time for him to talk. Right now, you have something to get off your chest, and this is the perfect moment to do just that.

"I want to start by saying that I'm not mad at you at all, Ransom," you say, and he looks up at you, the fact that he went too far still fresh in his mind.

You stretch out your hands, and he puts his free hand in it, letting yours envelop it. The softness of your small hands contrasts his big, calloused hands, making him chuckle softly.

"It's so cute," he whispers as he looks at your combined hands, and you chuckle at the sight.

"It is, but I want to admit something to you. I've wanted to tell you something for a few months, but I needed to figure out how or when. I- I have a huge crush on your Ransom, and I'm not sure when it developed, but I figured you don't feel the same, so I just kept it to myself all this time," you tell him, your heart fluttering a little now that your secret is finally out in the open.

"And I have to say that even though you went over my boundary and I had to safeword, I'm glad you did respect it when I used it, despite us not having talked about it. I do want to continue what we were doing if it is okay with you, but I do want to ask you to be gentle with me this time because I cannot take another version of what you did," you say with a polite smile, stroking Ransom's hand with your thumbs.

"God, I- I don't know where to start," Ransom says, gathering all of his courage to tell you how he feels since talking about feelings does not come naturally to him.

"The beginning might be nice," you joke, and Ransom can't help but laugh at your simple comment. This is precisely why he fell for you all this time ago. How sweet you are, your caring nature, your stupid jokes, all of it. And now that he knows you feel the same, he won't waste another second.

"I have feelings for you too, Y/N. Hell, I'm fucking in love with you, even!" he shouts, a burst of booming laughter following his statement.

"Been in love with you for I don't know how long, and now that I know you feel the same, I'm not planning on hurting you like I did, ever again. I am so sorry you felt the need to use it, but I also want you to know I'm proud of you for doing it. I'm sorry it had to come to that point, but I will make it up to you in every way imaginable," he says.

"I love you, Ransom," you say before getting up and walking to his side of the table. He moves back so you can sit on his lap, and you gladly do.

You get seated sideways to cup his face in your hands, stroking his smooth cheeks softly before leaning in and molding your lips to his perfectly. Two pieces of a puzzle, sliding right into place as they belong to one another.

When you pull away, he follows your lips for another, but you're just a little faster than him, much to his disappointment.

"I want to do this the right way, Ransom. Please take me out on a date and ask me to be yours. We both know I will say yes, but until then, I just want you. Ransom, all I want is you," you whisper in his ear, and a warm feeling spreads across his cheeks at your words.

"And how do you want me, Baby?" he asks, and you get a mischievous smile.

Your lips ghost softly over his lips, to his cheek, and you let out a warm breath on his ear before telling him how you want to fall apart while riding him so good he won't be able to think of anything else but you.

Now here you are, sitting on his couch in the living room, both completely naked while you bounce slowly up and down on his rock-hard cock. At least you still had the sense to make him put on a condom because if it were up to him, he'd slide in immediately.

Soft moans leave your lips while Ransom's hands touch you everywhere they can, from your shoulders and arms to your back and waist, to your hips and ass. Not a single inch of you is left untouched.

Your hands slide over his prominent muscles in his arms, broad chest, and chiseled abs; he looks like a Greek God. And the fucked out look on his face? Even better.

"I love-" is all you get to say to Ransom before your phone rings, and you lean back to grab it from the table behind you, showing Ransom who's calling you.

"Pick it up while you keep riding me so good, Baby. Want him to know it's me who makes you feel this good. That you're mine, and I'm never letting you go," he says between some groans.

You slide the incoming call button to the right, putting it on speaker, just as Ransom grabs your ass to give himself some leverage to fuck up into you as you pick up the phone, making you moan loudly.

"K-Kenji, hi! I'm a b-b-bit b-busy," you say, and you can hear the guy on the other end let out a deep sigh as he hears the skin against skin, your moans leaving your lips, and the groans coming from Ransom.

"Don't fucking bother to contact me ever again, you fucking slut," he says before hanging up the phone, and you drop your phone on the couch before letting yourself fall forward to kiss Ransom fiercely.

"Hm, I'm the only one who gets to call my girl a slut when I'm railing her," Ransom grits out, but he doesn't slow down in the slightest, instead only picking up his pace even more.

He keeps hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, and before you know it, you're falling apart on his cock, just like you said you wanted to. It only takes a few more thrusts from Ransom before he spills his seed into the condom, wishing he was shooting it into your bare cunt instead.

"F-fuck, feels so fucking good when you cum for me," he says, slowly riding you through both your orgasms until you're completely fucked out, your head lying in the crook of his neck.

"Love you so much, Baby. Can't believe I didn't tell you that sooner," he says, and you just hum in response, getting sleepy after the way he made you cum for him.

You stayed on the couch for a little longer before Ransom picked you up and carried you to the bath. He slipped in and put you on his lap, your head resting against his shoulder as he carefully washed your body.

"Thank you, Ran. Love you so much," you say when you're both done, and he gives you one of his shirts and a pair of his boxer briefs to wear to bed.

"I love you too, Baby. And I plan on making the date I'm taking you on unforgettable," he says as he snuggles you into his chest. The two of you fall asleep not long after that, and you've had the best sleep in a while snuggled up in his arms.

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take my breath.

summary | lee donghyuck did not believe in ‘love at first sight.’ key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. you’re going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.

characters | lee donghyuck x reader(f).

genres | fluff, romance, slice of life, strangers-to-lovers, meet-cute au, high school au, non-idol au.

warnings | profanity, me projecting my distaste for skinny jeans sorry hyuck ily, mentions of religion (hyuck is my fav church boy), he calls reader ‘princess’ :o like once tho lol, second-hand embarrassment,, mentions of jisung liking ive’s gaeul, not proofread so it’s probs all over the place sorry :P

word count | 5.5k.

37.5MHz | take my breath by nct dream ⋆ first love by sondia ⋆ lucky by exo.

it was time i had a more shy mc in my fics 💪💪 also this is me just projecting my dream meet-cute scenario that i always wish would happen during the damned winter lol!! ty all sm for waiting for this ep, i hope u enjoy ^^ ep.03 of my candy! miniseries, but it can be read on its own!

SATURDAYS ARE FOR THE BOYS, AND WHEN THE BOYS get together, Lee Donghyuck’s entire video game setup comes out.

Today is the second day of January, and in celebration of the New Year, Donghyuck has invited some of his closest friends over for an entire day of video games. Huang Renjun, Lee Jeno, Liu Yangyang, and Osaki Shotaro have their hands on a controller. Zhong Chenle is busy calling his girlfriend whereas Na Jaemin is immersed in a podcast about bunnies. To his left, Mark Lee is stressing over university course selections, and to his right, Park Jisung is scrolling through an unknown girl’s Instagram.

Donghyuck, being the Donghyuck he is, scooches over to Jisung with a mischievous smile.

“Who’s that?” he asks, startling the younger boy. “Your girlfriend?”

Jisung’s face turns red and Donghyuck wishes he had his phone right now to capture the scene. “N—No! She’s not my girlfriend—just a classmate, that’s all.”

That’s what Jisung says, but Donghyuck can tell that something is amiss. He nudges Jisung and wiggles his eyebrows. “Then is she a crush?”

Jisung resembles a beet.

“She is?” the older one coos, pinching the first year’s mochi-like cheek. “What do you like about”—he pauses to read the name—“Kim Gaeul?”

“I don’t know,” Jisung honestly responds, looking down at his unlocked phone. “She’s really pretty and good at dancing.”

“It was love at first sight,” Chenle budges in with a dreamy sigh. In his eyes, the joy of teasing sparkles. “He’s been stalking her Instagram ever since November.”

Donghyuck scrunches his nose at Chenle’s words. “Love at first sight? You’re kidding, right?”

Jisung shakes his head. “Why would I be kidding?”

Because ‘love at first sight’ is fake, Donghyuck wants to scoff, but he decides to keep that to himself. Jisung is obviously smitten with this girl, and as his older brother figure, the last thing Donghyuck wants to do is smash his innocent feelings. He instead opts to say, “You should at least follow her Instagram.” To that, Jisung vehemently shakes his head, and the topic is dropped at once.

Donghyuck doesn’t believe in love at first sight. To him, love is something that occurs over time, not seconds. How can someone claim they love another when all they know is what they look like and their name? There’s no depth to love at first sight, no authenticity. Perhaps he’s being antagonistic, or maybe he’s just realistic. Either way, there is no such thing as ‘love at first sight’ in Donghyuck’s dictionary, and it will be like that for the next one hundred years.

That was him yesterday, and whoever he was yesterday is not who he is today.

Lee Donghyuck thinks he’s fallen in love at first sight.

The road to the local CU is short but icy, an unfortunate outcome of the repeated snowfall throughout the past few weeks. The boys had slept over after last night’s truth or dare session seeped into the early hours of today. Even now, six of them are sprawled all across his living room while Renjun is tucked into Donghyuck’s sister’s bed. Mark walks beside him, the Canadian boy lounging in a sweater and a pair of basketball shorts despite the cold weather. Compared to him, Donghyuck is donning a thick winter jacket and a wool scarf for good measure.

“You look funny,” comments Mark, his hands finding solace in his sweater pockets.

Donghyuck shoots him a glare. “In Korea, someone like you is more likely to be stared at than me.”

The two make their way down the sidewalk to where CU is, finding themselves lost in a heated debate on whether Overwatch or League of Legends is a better game. (Donghyuck is a firm believer in Overwatch supremacy.) Mark exasperatedly shakes his head at Donghyuck’s stance, hands gesturing all over the place as he asserts why the younger one is completely and blatantly wrong. Donghyuck, in turn, groans in vexation, his chest muddled with frustration.

Donghyuck turns the corner. “Mark, you don’t underst—”

One moment, he’s breathing like a regular person. Half a second later, Donghyuck feels as if the air has been knocked out of his lungs. Oh great, he thinks as a body crashes into him and his arms instinctively wrap around them, what a wonderful way to start the day.

“Oh my God,” a small voice squeaks, clearly mortified at the predicament. His focus is hazy from the impact, blinking to clear his blurring gaze. “I am so, so sorry!”

Donghyuck glances at the figure in his arms and his eyes double in size. “Woah…” he mumbles, zoning out of his surroundings.

You pull away from his embrace, pink cheeks displaying your embarrassment. You profusely bow, avoiding eye contact with the boy. “I’m so sorry about this! Uh,” you crouch to pick up the bus card you’d dropped, “sorry! And thank you for catching me. Have a great day!”

One moment, you’re standing in front of Donghyuck and Mark. Half a second later, you’re turning the corner with great urgency.

Mark blinks. His lips are parted in confusion but no sound leaves his mouth. It takes him a minute to absorb the fast-paced situation. Finally, he says, “What the fuck was that?”

Donghyuck grazes a hand over his pounding heart, feeling the irregular beat through the several layers of thick winter clothes. Suddenly, he’s hotter than the sun despite the freezing weather. His ears are no longer tinted pink from the cold, but rather, a shade of crimson from the encounter. There’s an exhilarating feeling in his stomach, butterflies swarming his gut. He can vaguely hear Mark call his name in the background, the older guy tapping his shoulder.

Is this what Jisung felt like?

Did Donghyuck just fall in love at first sight?

“Melk,” he whispers—Mark makes a face at the nickname—one hand still over his heart, “I think I’m in love.”

Mark coughs. “I’m sorry, what?”

“So, let me get the facts straight,” says Renjun, hands folded as he digests the contents of Mark’s retelling. “You caught some girl from falling onto the ice by basically hugging her and now you’re in love with this girl who’s name you don’t even know?”

Donghyuck dreamily sighs. “Yeah.”

Jaemin flops onto the ground. “I think you’re insane.”

Donghyuck dreamily nods. “Yeah.”

The group of boys simultaneously shake their heads at Donghyuck’s lovestruck expression, (understandably) ridiculed at how smitten he is with a random girl he met on the streets. Donghyuck, on the other hand, can’t stop thinking about your flustered frame from earlier. He’s never before seen a girl as cute as you. If he was in a K-Drama, he’s certain CGI flowers would have decorated the screen.

“Did you get a good look at her face?” asks Shotaro, invested in Donghyuck’s love life.

The male lead smiles. “She’s so pretty.”

Yangyang whistles. “Recognise her from anywhere, maybe?”

Donghyuck’s smile falls. His head hangs low. “No. She doesn’t look like a student at our school—I would definitely remember her face if she was. She did seem to be around our age, though.”

“If she was in our area,” says Jeno, patting his friend’s gloomy back, “there’s a chance you’ll see her again. Could be from a different block of complexes.”

“Yeah,” Chenle chimes in, briefly looking up from his Nintendo Switch. “If she was running the opposite way, she might’ve been going to the bus stop.”

Donghyuck perks up at that thought. “Maybe,” he excitedly murmurs. The seed of hope has begun to grow in his heart. Jeno and Chenle are right; why else would you be in this neighbourhood if you didn’t live nearby? As his friends scoot back to their respective activities, Donghyuck bites his lower lip in anticipation.

Perhaps, he will run into you sooner than expected.

Fate must hold a special spot in her heart for Donghyuck.

Roughly thirty-three hours after his meet-cute with you, Donghyuck decides to go for an ice cream run with Yangyang at seven in the evening. (Renjun was going to join, but Donghyuck’s sister insisted on cuddling and being the sweet boyfriend but terrible best friend he is, Renjun happily agreed. Donghyuck is not on good terms with his younger sister anymore.)

Yangyang rummages through the ice cream bars, searching for his go-to Seolleim. Donghyuck grabs a Nugabar and a Screwbar—he contemplates on giving one to Renjun, but ultimately decides on eating both of them instead.

His money, Renjun’s loss.

“Hello,” Donghyuck absentmindedly greets the cashier, placing the ice cream bars on the counter for scanning. He fishes out his card to pay, sticking the slim plastic into the machine. When the payment is complete, Donghyuck grabs his snacks and glances up to say his thanks.

Your pretty yet exhausted smile greets him back.

“You—!” His words are caught in his throat, taken aback at the scene before him. He tilts his ball cap from obscuring the top of his view. “The girl from yesterday!”

Your eyebrows crinkle, adorning a puzzled expression. Then, after studying his face for a second, your eyes widen in remembrance. “Ah! The guy from yesterday!”

(Yangyang watches from the sidelines.)

The fatigue has now been replaced by sheer embarrassment and adrenaline from yesterday’s events, your ears burning red. “I’m so sorry about yesterday.” you apologise again, bowing for the nth time. “I hope you weren’t hurt anywhere!”

Donghyuck rapidly shakes his head, sticking his hands up in denial. “No! No, I wasn’t hurt. Were you?”

“Oh, no, I wasn’t, thanks to you.” you softly reply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears. “I’d like to make up for my clumsy mistake, if that’s alright. Please, take something from the store for free.”

(Yangyang snatches a bag of shrimp crackers.)

Donghyuck refuses. “No, it’s okay. It wasn’t that big of a deal anyway.”

(Yangyang slowly returns the bag of shrimp crackers.)

“Are you sure?” you ask, lips pouting.

Donghyuck finds you irresistibly cute. He can’t believe he’s never seen you around before, with your lovely lips and charming eyes. Hell, he’s never written poetry before, but with the way his mind won’t stop illustrating your beauty, he’s bound to replace history’s best poet with ease. Lee Donghyuck is attracted to you. He wants to see you again, and again, and again. The gears in his mind spin as a fantastic idea generates in his head.

“Maybe,” he slowly starts, scanning your face, “if you really want to make up for it, you can give me your name instead.”

(Yangyang suppresses a shriek.)

The red spreads from your ears and neck to your cheeks and Donghyuck thinks you’re a gift sent from God. His parents didn’t get him the PC set he’s been wanting for ages, so as retribution, the heavens sent you right into his arms. Literally.

You tug at your sweater, averting your gaze. “Y/N,” you speak timidly. “My name is Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Donghyuck gently grins, his heart rate accelerating at the progress he’s made. “I’m Donghyuck.”

When you softly smile at him, Donghyuck believes he saved the world in his previous life.

“Maybe,” Yangyang mimics to the boys, “you can make up for it by giving me your name instead.”

The crowd hollers, hounding a proud Donghyuck with pats on his back and slaps to his shoulders.

It’s been four days since Donghyuck got your name, and he’s returned to the convenience store every evening in hopes of seeing you again. Unfortunately for him, your shifts did not align with his visits, and Donghyuck is starting to wonder if he hallucinated the entire encounter. (No, he couldn’t have; not when Yangyang continues to reenact the entire scene during their lunch breaks.) He steels himself with a slap to his left cheek. Today is Saturday, exactly one week since Donghyuck’s breath was taken away. Once again, he’s going to pop by CU around seven in the evening––this time, with Renjun, who he managed to convince as the younger Lee’s attending a student council dinner party. With Renjun shuffling behind, Donghyuck enters CU with high hopes.

The Y/N drought instantly vanishes when he sees your figure at the cashier. You’re scanning a basket of snacks for a group of kids, laughing at their animated antics. Donghyuck is very, very close to becoming addicted to your smile.

“Renjun,” he excitedly taps the older guy, “that’s her.” He points at your figure.

“Oh, I’ve seen her before,” says Renjun, glancing your way. “She seems to be a student at that prestigious all-girls school near ours.”

Ah, the joy Donghyuck drowns in whenever he learns more about you (in, you know, a non-stalkerish way). “Really? How’d you know?”

Renjun browses the instant ramyun packages. “Saw her a few weeks ago with a calculus textbook on the countertop. You know, the ones specifically made by that school?”

Donghyuck does not know because he never really cared about the prestigious all-girls high school before––which was extremely disrespectful on his part for disregarding such a wonderful school with such a beautiful student. He’s jealous of the girls that attend your school, and how they’re most likely graced with your presence every day. Donghyuck would kill to see you every single day.

His hands grab a package of Neoguri ramyun whereas Renjun picks out the classic Shin. The two of them head towards the now-empty cashier, the kids having filed out a few minutes prior.

“Oh, hello.” you grin. “Donghyuck, right?”

He passes you the package and beams. “Yeah! Nice to see you again, Y/N.”

(While Donghyuck is preoccupied with staring at your lovely face, Renjun slips his package onto the counter and you scan it as well. Donghyuck pays for both of the ramyun, but he’s too distracted to realise the extra dollar leaving his wallet.)

“Has it been busy at all?” asks Donghyuck, pulling his card out of the machine. He’s desperately searching for an excuse to linger just a little longer. Renjun finds a sudden interest for the alcoholic drinks located at the opposite side of the store.

You shake your head. “Just a few customers here and there. It’s cold outside, so I guess everyone is staying indoors.”

“Understandable,” the boy hums.

The convenience store falls silent, Renjun attempting to engross himself in the ingredients of soju, Donghyuck digging through his brain for another topic, you looking down at your phone for the time. It’s awkward––so awkward––that Donghyuck thinks you might never want to talk to him again. So, pulling on his big boy pants, he pops the big question. “Do you have a lover?”

Renjun chokes on his spit. Donghyuck bites down on his tongue. Your eyes widen at the unexpected inquiry. “Uh—no,” you sputter, cheeks red. “I don’t have a lover.”

“Then…” He licks his parted lips. “Can I ask you out on a date?”

The convenience store falls silent. Renjun contemplates grabbing his friend and making a run for it. Donghyuck prays to every single deity out there for a positive response. You digest his words, letting each and every syllable sink in.

You nibble on your lower lip. “But…you don’t even know me.”

Donghyuck’s heart falls (so does Renjun’s), but he gathers hope when he catches your curious gaze. “You’re right,” he confidently states, “so I want to get to know you. I’ll be honest with you, Y/N. I think you’re really cute. Like really, really cute. I kinda fell for you when you—you know—fell into my arms. Sorta like love at first sight?” He’s rambling at this point, unveiling how desperate he is to have one chance with you. Love sure does silly things. “I mean, no pressure, though.”

Pink paints your face. You’re about to answer when a voice squeaks from behind. “Dude, move.” Annoyed, Donghyuck turns around with a glare but falters at the sight of four middle school girls. Oh. Donghyuck once lived with a middle school girl, so he knows better than to test their patience. Like a child that’s been disciplined, he obeys, scooting over to let the girls purchase their snacks. A hand grasps his wrist, tugging him away from the counter and towards the exit.

“Hey! Renjun!” hisses Donghyuck, struggling to release himself. “What are you doing?”

Renjun steps into the cold atmosphere. “Saving you from further embarrassment. Seriously, Hyuck, what were you doing? Confessing your undying love for her on the third meeting? You don’t even know her full name!” The Chinese boy abruptly stops and Donghyuck stumbles to a halt. Renjun prods the younger’s chest. “Look, you’re being too rash. She’s clearly on the shy side, so approach her, don’t overwhelm her, okay? Don’t start panicking and blurt out random shit.”

Donghyuck purses his lips. He wants to refute but he can’t; Renjun is right. He hangs his head low, feeling a little (re: really) pathetic at how careless he had been. Impressions are important, and right now, he fears he’s left a terrible one on you.

Renjun, obviously noticing Donghyuck’s sulky mood, adds, “You’ve still got a chance, though! From what I’ve observed, she seems to be interested in you, just extremely timid. I think, if you head back in with your thoughts organised—”

“Donghyuck!”

It takes him a second to register your voice. Donghyuck spins around, shocked to see you jogging towards him, still clad in your CU uniform. And like déjá vu, you slip on the ice, falling into his warm embrace.

(Donghyuck could get used to this.)

“Y/N,” he breathes, getting a whiff of your sweet scent. “Are you okay?”

Like always, your ears are tinted red. “Uh—yes! Yes, thank you.” You balance yourself on the slippery surface. “I just wanted to give you something,” you quietly say, lifting a slip of paper. Your handwriting is scrawled on it, which Donghyuck finds effortlessly cute. “It’s my number. For, uh, you know, the date.” Your voice grows smaller at the last sentence, awkwardly avoiding his eyes.

If Donghyuck is a dynamite, you are his lighter.

“The—date?” he stammers, unable to believe his ears. “You’re—You—Yes to the date?”

You gently laugh. “Yes to the date.”

Donghyuck is on—no, above cloud nine. He plucks the piece of paper from your hands, grasping it as if it’d fly away. He cocks an eyebrow and tosses you a smirk. “I’ll text you later, princess.”

You avoid his eyes but a grin tugs at your lips. “I’ll be waiting.” With that, you give him a small wave and retreat back to the convenience store. Donghyuck watches you disappear, his heart rate breaking records.

Renjun has one hell of a story to tell the others the next time the boys get together.

Sunday morning, Donghyuck lays in bed as he stares at your contact in his phone. It’s been a little over twelve hours since you gave him your number, and because he’s a nervous wreck, he has yet to text you about the date.

He ponders what sort of date would be the best. A picnic date? No, it’s too cold. A museum date? No, Donghyuck isn’t really into museums. An arcade date? No, he isn’t willing to unleash his no-showering-only-gaming side to you (yet).

A movie date seems to be the most ideal first date, from both an objective and subjective perspective. He opens Naver, curious about the current selection of movies in theatres. Donghyuck scrolls through the list, spotting several movies he’s seen advertisements for. A particular one catches his eye—Candy, a romance-comedy movie featuring four high school boys and their entertaining love lives. He clicks on the description, intrigued by the premise. (Don’t let anyone know, but Donghyuck is a diehard romance fan.) A small smile settles on his lips.

Donghyuck, with a vague itinerary in mind, sends you a message.

donghyuck: hi y/n, it’s donghyuck :)

You respond almost immediately.

you: donghyuck!! hi ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

He might overdose on your cuteness.

donghyuck: so i was thinking of our date donghyuck: and i was wondering if ur up for a movie at the nearby lotte mall??

you: i’d love to watch a movie! which one ?

donghyuck: how does candy sound?

you: i’ve been wanting to watch that one for soo long!!

Donghyuck proudly grins.

donghyuck: i know it’s a little sudden, but is today at 3pm ok?? i’ll buy the tickets and everything, so just bring yourself

you: you don’t have to! i can buy the snacks

donghyuck: maybe you can pay next time ^^

Smooth, he thinks to himself.

you: if u say so haha you: i’ll see you at three!!

Oh, Donghyuck beams, roses blooming on his cheeks. I definitely saved the world in my previous life.

Today’s look consists of a striped crewneck tucked into wide-legged slacks and a pair of black Converses. Donghyuck’s hair is neatly combed, his bangs parted to reveal a portion of his forehead. The outfit is topped off with a puffer jacket and a spritz of his father’s Dior perfume. Normally, Donghyuck would just wear a leather jacket in an all-black fashion. But Renjun, ever the style guru, emphasised the importance of looking nice on the first date.

(Frankly, Renjun just wanted to play stylist so Donghyuck became his K-Pop idol to dress.)

Donghyuck received a fair amount of compliments at church earlier this morning, many of his peers applauding the new look. He clearly remembers how impressed Uchinaga Aeri was, nearly shedding a tear at his lack of skinny jeans.

(Sorry, Aeri, but Donghyuck still likes his skinny jeans and he won’t change his opinions for anyone. Not even you.)

(…Okay, maybe for you.)

(Can you tell he’s hopelessly in love?)

Despite the below zero weather, Donghyuck’s hands are sweaty and his nape is hot. It’s ten before three p.m., and he’s standing outside of the cinema, waiting for your familiar figure. With every minute that ticks by, his heartbeat jumps faster and faster. He recalls Renjun’s words. Approach her, don’t overwhelm her.

Donghyuck, to put it simply, is terrible with his crushes. He’s always had the tendency of getting ahead of himself, ultimately scaring away the girls he’d been interested in. He never means to overwhelm them, but when his own feelings are swallowing him whole, he can’t help but express his love through words and actions all at once. Donghyuck hopes you’re different; he hopes you won’t be chased away by the flood he may be.

Three on the dot, you’re walking towards him with a bashful smile.

“Hi, Y/N,” he gleams, absolutely elated. “You look really pretty today.”

Your smile may be shadowed by your timidity but it still outshines the sun. “Thank you, Donghyuck. You look good as well.”

He giggles. Donghyuck giggles. “Thanks, Y/N.” Then, “I’ve bought the tickets and everything, we just need to grab some snacks. What’s your favourite popcorn?”

“Mm,” you hum, scanning the options. “I’m fine with anything.”

Right. Donghyuck forgot about your introverted tendencies. You’re on the shy side like Renjun had said, so he’s got to be the assertive one without, well, overwhelming you. The boy clears his throat. “How about caramel?”

You nod. “Sounds great.”

Fifteen minutes later, Donghyuck and you are seated side-by-side in the theatre, positioned near the centre of the large room. To his left are couples. To his right are couples. Behind and front? Also couples. Donghyuck catches a pair sharing a kiss and awkwardly looks away.

He would like to kiss you right now.

Stupid Donghyuck. Baby steps, baby steps.

He would still like to kiss you right now.

Donghyuck lightly slaps his cheek. He’s here to woo you, not scare you away. His priority is to have you reciprocate his overflowing feelings with the same volume of love and then getting a kiss.

The lights dim as the opening advertisements come to an end. You excitedly whisper, “The movie’s starting!” Donghyuck glances over at you, his heart stopping at how breathtaking you are. Not even the theatre could overshadow your beauty.

The opening scene of Candy begins and he reluctantly averts his gaze back to the large screen. Your presence is difficult to ignore, but Donghyuck is not about to get caught staring like a creep. He chews on a handful of popcorn in an attempt to drown in the movie.

Two hours later, Donghyuck is waiting in front of the restrooms, holding your bag in his hands. If anyone were to come up to him and demand an explanation for the plot of Candy from start to finish, he would simply laugh and redirect them to Namuwiki. Donghyuck doesn’t remember a single thing about the rom-com—save for the character ‘Haechan’—because he’d been too busy sneaking glimpses of your side profile. He might as well live on a ventilator from how often he loses his breath around you.

You walk out with your hands damp, shaking them to rid the residual water. The two of you walk towards the exit and Donghyuck continues to hold your bag. He asks, “How was the movie?”

Your eyes glimmer. “It was amazing,” you sigh, dreamy. “I loved the different dynamics between the four couples and Haechan—he reminded me so much of you!” You glance at him and beam, “Haechan was…my favourite character throughout the entire film.”

Oh. Donghyuck gulps. He’ll need to rewatch the movie.

The time reads five twenty-two p.m., and Donghyuck’s stomach resonates with hunger. He purses his lips, browsing through his memories for a decent yet inexpensive restaurant nearby. You must’ve noticed his dilemma as you say, “Why don’t we grab ramyun at the convenience store?” You elaborate, “I forgot my calculus textbook there. Also, we’d get free food.”

Free food? No sane person would ever pass up the opportunity to eat free food.

And so, around six in the evening, Donghyuck is sitting at the local CU with a cup of Neoguri ramyun steaming in front of him. You’ve disappeared, presumably grabbing your calculus textbook and greeting the employee of the hour. His stomach continues to perform all sorts of acrobatics, his nerves gnawing at his heart. Donghyuck has never experienced so many different emotions all at once; it’s like a tsunami has erupted within him.

“Sorry for taking so long.” You appear with a thick textbook in your arms. With a flustered tone, you say, “My manager—she wouldn’t stop asking about you.”

Donghyuck doesn’t hide his cheeky smile. “Really? What did she ask?”

Your eyelashes flutter. “If—you know—if you’re my boyfriend.” You whisper the last part, barely audible enough for Donghyuck to catch. Somehow, the corners of his lips lift even more, a pair of rose-tinted glasses perched on his nose. The way you’re shyly moving about, stirring your cup ramyun, cheeks hot with rouge. Donghyuck thinks that, if a meteor were to hit the earth at this moment, he would be content living the last seconds of his life with you by his side. (Sorry to Lee Donghyuck’s family and friends, but he’s got priorities!) He’s so, so infatuated, so head-over-heels in love with a girl he’s known for less than a month. There’s a plethora of things he doesn’t know about you, but he’s willing to learn every little detail of your life. Donghyuck wants to stay in your world for as long as time permits.

You tap his shoulder. “Donghyuck? Are you okay?” Your cup ramyun is now empty of noodles, only a small amount of soup left. “You spaced out.”

The boy blinks. “Did I?” He ruffles his bangs, accidentally ruining his neatly-combed hair. “Sorry, Y/N. I was thinking about how I’d be happy even if the world ended right now because I’m with you.” He blinks again. He abruptly stands up, neck flushed red as he grabs the garbage strewn before him. “Sorry! Ignore what I just said.” Donghyuck nervously avoids your gaze, scurrying over to the ramyun disposal to throw out the soup and recycle the cups. When he returns to where you’re seated, he fidgets with his fingers, unable to look you straight in the eyes. “It’s, uh, getting late now. I’ll walk you home, if that’s okay?”

Donghyuck misses the way you softly grin. “Sure. Thank you.”

The sun has already set, a dark navy coating the night sky. Several stars pierce through the atmosphere and Donghyuck can vaguely make out the Big Dipper. His gaze naturally shifts to you who’s brighter than the stars. Even under the faded moonlight, he can clearly see the outline of your pretty features.

Donghyuck has no clue where he’s going. He’s blindly following you, walking this cold path with you until your apartment comes into view. You haven’t said anything, which he finds a little nerve-wracking. Donghyuck, being the Donghyuck he is, decides to blurt out, “I’m sorry.”

You continue to walk but confusion taints your face. You tilt your head, lower lip jutted out. “For what? I really enjoyed today, even if it was impromptu.”

He shakes his head. “Not because of the sudden date. Well, I mean, I guess a little, but not really. I’m just…” he inhales sharply, “really sorry about before. How I approached you and overwhelmed you every single time. I didn’t mean to—you know—impose myself on you—”

“You didn’t!” you exclaim, breaking his ramble. In a dulcet tone, you continue, “You never overwhelmed me. I was just surprised to know that a guy was genuinely interested in me, so I wasn’t really sure how to react.” You cross a parking lot. Donghyuck follows. “I’m also terrible with human interactions but you…with you, I feel so comfortable. Don’t ask me why. I have no scientific evidence for that. But just…” You glance at him and he’s unable to tear his eyes away from your face. “I want to get to know you better.”

Donghyuck is glad you’re on the same page. “Me too,” he whispers, elated. “Every time I’m with you, I feel like my heart’s going to explode. In a good way, of course. I really, really like being around you.” I fell in love at first sight.

You stop in front of Building 301 and turn to face him. “Thank you for today, Donghyuck.” you say, voice tender. “I truly enjoyed it.”

His breath catches in his throat. “Me too.”

Something in you must’ve snapped as you bravely lean forwards to press a sweet kiss on his cheek. As you retreat to your spot a few inches away from him, Donghyuck’s jaw slacks in shock. You giggle at his lovestruck expression.

“Good night, Donghyuck.”

It takes everything within him to not squeal.

“Good night, Y/N.”

He watches your figure slip into the apartment building, giving a small wave before disappearing behind the elevator doors. Donghyuck stands rooted to his spot, hand cupping his kissed cheek while his heart runs wild.

You kissed his cheek.

Donghyuck didn’t believe in love at first sight. It was a stupid conception, because how was someone supposed to develop feelings for a person they had no knowledge about? Donghyuck didn’t understand, and frankly, he still doesn’t. He’s not sure as to why he fell in love with you at a single glance during a chance encounter. But one thing he is sure about?

Lee Donghyuck is confident that you’ll take his breath away every single time until he’s left unable to breathe without your presence.

you: donghyuck!!

Donghyuck pulls out his phone at the notification, a smile immediately spreading at the sender’s name.

you: go home alr! it’s cold outside, i don’t want you to freeze :(

donghyuck: how did you know i’m still out here?

you: i can see you from the sixteenth floor

Donghyuck looks up. The sixteenth floor is far up, but when he squints, he can see your hand shooing him away.

donghyuck: that’s not nice, telling your date to go away

you: if u get sick rn, you can’t be my date anymore so go home and take a long hot shower!!

Donghyuck chuckles.

donghyuck: so, more dates?

You leave him on read for one minute.

you: only if you go home rn and warm up

Donghyuck has never looked forward to living as much as now.

donghyuck: noted. good night, y/n :))

you: good night, donghyuck <3

Donghyuck believes in love at first sight and you are his proof.

bonus: the aftermath.

Approximately one hundred days have passed since you and Donghyuck decided to start dating, and instead of spending the special day outside, you’re snuggled up against your boyfriend at his place, watching Hunter × Hunter on TV. Neither of his parents are home and his younger sister kindly offered to hangout with their neighbour next door. It’s quiet, save for the anime and Donghyuck’s rhythmic breathing.

You lay your head flat against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Donghyuck strokes your head but his eyes don’t stray from the screen.

Frankly, you’re a little jealous.

“Hyuck,” you whine, poking his nose. He looks down at you with a puzzled face. “Give me a kiss.”

Your boyfriend laughs. “Needy, huh?”

You huff. “I want attention, so give me a kiss.”

Donghyuck chuckles, but he complies nonetheless, adjusting his position so his lips can graze yours. You hum into the kiss, your thumb drawing circles on his cheek.

It’s amazing how easily he takes your breath away.

taglist | @matchahyuck @lovehowdream @niinjo @jeonnyread @pckeia @dandelionxgal @huangstape @lemarkjun @mosviqu @neosdaisy @hayven-cov @toothfa-1-ry

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incorrectghostbustersquotes189 · 15 days

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Honestly I’m not one to make a lot of headcannons but I’m tempted to try to make some.

Answer to @differentsublimephantom ‘s ask for ghost head-cannons

Muncher (mostly sad though):

Was a worker in Shandor’s selenium factory in the 30s/40s.

Had an accident at said factory that resulted in his death (not surprising)

Somehow died because of nails, don’t ask how, probably gruesomely. That’s why he spits nails at them.

He‘s only really harmful when he feels threatened otherwise he just eats metal.

Podcast came up with the nickname name Muncher because he „munches“ Metal. Phoebe found the name weird but gave in and used him when they caught him.

After getting released by Podcast he just returned to his manifestation point. They never tried to catch him again.

Gozer: Don’t have any at the moment.

Vinz and Zuul:

Definitely have a thing for each other. I mean, the way to bring Gozer into this world is making out with each other.

Both have human/ghost appearances but Gozer forbids them to show themselves like that.

They weren’t always demons. In around 3000 B.C. they were a couple who got sacrificed to Gozer as a human sacrifice, who made them their servants. (Tragic..)

Were also Gozer worshippers before their death.

Slimer (Frozen Empire Edition):

Staying in the Firehouse since 1989.

Just stole food from various places over the last thirty years

Loves cheetos, they’re his favorite snack

Trevor never tries to catch him again and eventually just buys extra snacks for Slimer.

Possesor:

Non human entity

Very mischievous but actually pretty harmless. Only attacked the Ghostbusters because it was under Garraka‘s influence.

Loves messing with the lab crew and especially Lars.

Lars plays games with it and occasionally gives him tennis balls.

Pukey:

Lucky called it that after it puked way to much Slime on them.

Normally friendly, but it’s better to keep it behind a glass if you don’t want to risk get puked at.

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters 1984 #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusters slimer #zuul #vinz clortho #gozer the gozerian #ghost #headcanon #headcanons

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blue-jisungs · 2 years

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speaking your native language in their presence ♡

a/n. i’m on my foreign y/n agenda‼️ you can find stray kids version here :D

┆彡 HEESEUNG [ 희승 ]

the first time he heard you speaking your native language was when you two were hanging out in a studio, your phone slipped out from your hand and you cursed lol

honestly, he thought he misheard himself but then his brows furrowed as he recalled how many times this words left your mouth when someone annoyed you

then it clicked good job hee!

turns around and begs you to say something in your native language

*in narrator voice* and then he never was the same

MANS OBSESSED

the moment you start speaking, even mumbling, he’s shushing everyone

please whisper sweet nothings in your language as you two are falling asleep !!

even if you insult him, he’ll listen with the biggest grin on his face and hearts in his eyes

he’s desperate to learn it too!! he’s taking classes, bought some books and listens to a lot of podcasts in [language name]

you sighed and put the groceries on the ground, frowning at the strange silence that was in the room.

"hee?" you called out and started looking for him. after a while there he was… wrapped in a blanket, headphones in his ears and munching on his favourite snack.

he looked up and blinked, quickly taking out the headphones.

"you called?" heeseung asked and you just made your way towards him, closing hee in your embrace. suddenly your brows furrowed when you noticed he was watching a show from your country with korean subtitles.

"yeah i did but i found you now. are you enjoying the show?" you giggled and ruffled his hair.

"i actually got really involved… wanna watch it with me?" he asked, brown eyes lighting up with excitement. how could you possibly say no?

┆彡 JAKE [ 제이크 ]

one time you were laying in bed and jake was speaking english since you asked him for it

and suddenly you could swear you heard the gears turning in his head

"y/n… can you say something in [language name]?" jake whispered, propping his head on his hand. your cheeks started growing red as you poked your cheek with your tongue

"well–" you said and cleared your throat, moving your hand to his cheek "you’re… the most beautiful person i’ve ever met. on the outside and on the inside. you make me feel at ease, at home. everyday i’m grateful that i have met you. i can’t imagine my life without you, jake"

your cheeks grew even redder and jake scoffed, covering your hand with his.

"you just insulted me, didn’t you?" jake raised an eyebrow and you just smiled mischievously

and that’s how jake found his new goal

to learn your language

the way your eyes lit up… your accent… your fluency… he loved to watch you speak it <33

learns all the nicknames he could find and you could even think of… angel, baby, honey, love… you call it

and he absolutely melts when you call him a nickname in your language, even if it’s cheesy or stupid

he’s making so much progress with learning?! like honestly day by day he’s getting more natural

and his accent is so adorable<3

┆彡 JAY [ 제이 ]

jay wasn’t pushing you to speak your native language around him although he was very curious

he started watching youtube videos in it, listening to music and he liked it,, a lot

so he decided he’ll surprise you!

jay started taking lessons, duolingo and was buying books that helped him learn

and that’s how you found out

you grabbed the textbook and opened it, brows furrowing. you flipped through the pages and your eyes widened when you saw something written in the braces, in… your language

"y/n, there you–" jay called and immediately stopped when he saw what you have in your hand. he was kind of disappointed that he let that happen since he wanted to surprise you but well…

"is this your handwriting? are– are you learning [language name]? for how long–?" you asked and looked at him. jay’s heart calmed down when he saw your amused, soft expression.

"yes, it’s my handwriting and yes i’m learning it. for about… five months now–?" he hummed, not sure himself

"five–" you scoffed and walked up to him, placing your hands on his cheeks "for me?"

he nodded shyly and the next thing he felt (besides his heart beating with the speed of light) was your lips on his

help he’s such a sweetheart

since you found out, he never fails to surprise you

will randomly ask you or talk to you in your language

pet names are a must, i’m not sorry

you two love pissing off the boys so you randomly switch to [language name] and just live in your small little world >:)

┆彡 JUNGWON [ 정원 ]

you were playing some kind of truth or dare with enha boys and your dare (hehe dare i add that niki was the one who came up with it) was to speak for 3 minutes in your native language

jungwon went O_O the second you began to talk

he’s lovestruck and addicted honestly and the boys tease him for it

loves the way your features and tone of voice slightly changes, even if your mood is the same

LOVES YOUR ACCENT!!!

wanted to learn it but has a busy schedule:((

although he tries his best and that’s what matters!!

loves memes in your native language, especially those boomer ones…

texts you a lot, using google translate but it’s so adorable!! + he can learn that way because you explain some mistakes the translator is doing

jungwon suddenly heard you bursting out loud from the other room. the boys looked at each other and he frowned, shaking his head.

you came into the room, shaking your head.

"jungwon do you know what you just wrote?" you giggled and sat next to him, trying to calm down. his eyes widened. is he in danger? he just wanted to say something sweet– "i like to eat babies–"

"WHAT?" niki bursted our laughing and so did the others. jungwon also smiled but felt a bit embarrassed. that’s why you moved your phone to him and explained patiently which mistakes did the translator do this time.

and he watched you (and listened too, obviously) with an loving expression, smiling like a fool.

┆彡 NIKI [ 니키 ]

the first time he heard you speaking your native language when he pulled a prank on you and you got a liiittleeee biiit pissed

mans was about to call the exorcist

but then he realised what happened

and made a mental note to himself that when your anger level reaches your native language, he should run

he found it very fascinating though and wanted to learn it to scare his members too…

…but gave up

he did learn the curse words though…

and nicknames!!

sometimes he’ll have a sudden burst of motivation and learn some phrases

but he’s really curious about it - asks you how certain things would sound in [language name] or to translate something

niki can’t help but stare at you in awe (or fear if you’re scolding him) whenever you speak it

"niki, she’s doing it again!" sunghoon whined as he threw his head back.

"ya! stop whining!" you hissed in [language name]. niki poked his head through the door frame and you pointed at him and then at the couch "get your ass over here"

even though they could not understand a single thing, they all gathered in the living room. niki obediently listened and sat down. jungwon sighed at that sight, knowing that if niki is listening… they are in danger

"who are my snacks?" you switched back, squinting your eyes and looking at them. niki smiled at you, amused by your oh so dangerous facade.

"i did" sunoo sighed, trying to save the guilty one.

"no you didn't. who was it?" you asked it, crossing your arms.

"on your left" niki said in [language name] and you swung your head to heeseung.

"thank you niki" you grinned, saying it [language name] before switching back and pointing at heeseung "and you... i need to talk to you in private"

┆彡 SUNGHOON [ 성훈 ]

at first he was frightened

but then as soon as he got used to it, he finds it the hottest thing ever

if you want him to shut up you have two options 1) kissing him (of course) or 2) speaking [language name]

and it can be just random words but he'll shut up, looking at you in awe

the boys tease him for being so whipped but he doesn't care!!

learns pick up lines and dumb jokes so he can impress you

finds it adorable when you forget a word and accidentaly say it in your native language

he got addicted to soap operas in your language...

like literally he'll act like such a grandma: has to be back home on time before it starts. and if there's a plot twist, he's so dramatic about it

and he makes you watch it with him because he's curious if there are any mistakes in subtitles

but coming back - he'll filrt with you in [language name] at random times to fluster you

(on the other hand, he practices his pronunciation because of that!)

"sunghoon..." you whined, tugging his sleeve.

"what, baby?" he hummed in your native language, turning his eyes to you.

"i'm bored" you answered, resting your chin on his shoulder

"hi bored, i'm sunghoon" your boyfriend grinned and you smacked his arm "okay, okay..."

"stop being such a grandma" you mumbled, leaning away "when you'll be done with all this?"

"in a second, princess" he said and you frowned because he was speaking [language name] all the time. "what? wait, wanna hear something?"

"if this is another cheesy pick up--" you started and he covered your mouth with his hand.

"if you were a vegetable... you’d be a ‘cute-cumber.’ sunghoon smirked and you just shook your head.

┆彡 SUNOO [ 선우 ]

now, the moment sunoo discovered you're not korean he was very curious about your native language, culture etc

everytime you spoke in [language name] he started giggling, eyes sparkling with excitement

loves to learn about your culture!!

but when it comes to your language, he found it hard to learn

was close to ditch it but one day he heard you talking with your friend on the phone and he heard his name

so that kept him motivated

obviously you didn't know but you helped him learn it anyway because he was so happy when you two had such lessons together

can't help but feel proud whenever he understands you

and the moment you say something, he shuts up (and so does his brain) because he just loves your accent, pronunciation... everything

"me? nothing interesting..." you said and drew random doodles on the paper. you were talking to your childhood friend over the phone. sunoo, who was in the living room instantly stopped what he was doing. "i'm good!"

he stood up and slowly started approaching you to listen.

"sunoo? don't get me started on him-" you chuckled, not noticing how he's behind you and how his smile grows. "shut up! i'm not whipped?! okay, maybe a bit. a lot, actually. no, listen-- he's so adorable, i love him so much... he even started learning [language name]!" you said and smiled softly "maybe one day he'll talk to you but for now i don't think he'll understand you'--"

"why not? give me a try. i understand you" sunoo spoke up and you turned around

"yeah but she's talking in an acce-- wait." your eyes widened and you heard laugh over the phone. sunoo was smiling proudly "what."

"what "what"?" he teased, tilting your head

"how much did you understand?" you asked, looking at him in disbelief.

"pretty much everything" he winked and placed a quick kiss on your cheek before whispering to your ear in [language name]: "love you too!"

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist: @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen x you #enhypen x reader #sunoo #sunghoon #enha niki #jungwon #jay enhypen #jake enha #heesung #enha imagines #enha reactions #enha scenarios #enha fluff

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cemeterything · 1 year

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Name: Fen

Pronouns: She/Her or They/Them

Appearance: A 5'1 black woman with a cloud of curly brown hair, a dimpled grin, black eyes that induce a sense of vertigo if looked at directly for too long, and, in her original form, mossy deerlike antlers. (As an angel, she has translucent wings that glitter like water in sunlight, and her true form is a moonlike reflection on a watery surface with jellyfish-like phosphorent fronds).

Fen is an oc who was actually originally created for a fake podcast created by another one of my ocs, who later took on a life of her own when I fell in love with her character and decided to bring her into Angelverse (original fiction RP). In the podcast, she was a water spirit of a woman who had drowned and now acted as a ferryman, granting passage to anyone who wished to cross the marshland in the world of Alterwald (the podcast). In order to be granted safe passage, she required payment in the form of something personally valuable to each passenger, which she collected - a trait that stuck with her when I made her a fully fledged oc. Without her, crossing the marshes was impossible, so most people ended up paying. Fen was connected to the marshes, and as they grew or suffered, so did she. She could lead people astray intentionally or protect them from pursuers by getting them lost and sometimes drowning them in the marshes. She was very fae-like, although she was originally human.

In Angelverse, Fen runs a dive bar and temporary sanctuary for any wayward souls wishing to seek shelter there. She's the Angel of Tides, and although she's generally upbeat and friendly, and prefers not to ask your business (in case it's something she objects to), she doesn't take kindly to being threatened, or having her proprietors harassed, and will not hesitate to make that clear. She's somewhat unpredictable and prone to rapid changes in mood, and though she's kindly enough she lacks a little tact. She enjoys local gossip and, like her podcast counterpart, collects valuable things from people who pass through her doors - secrets, curiosities and trinkets, mainly, some of which have interesting and unsusual properties due to the nature of Angelverse. She's a little mischievous and ecentric; in the podcast she stole Warden's boot just to get his attention, and ended up wearing it until it rotted in the marshy environment.

Fen is good friends with a wandering vagabond named Warden in both universes, and they're sort of a thing, though they haven't really defined the relationship. She's very fond of and protective of him. In Angelverse, Warden was a vessel of a dangerous angel but has since apparently escaped, however he suffered amnesia in the process and cannot remember where he came from. He frequently sleeps at Fen's when he isn't wandering or working, and picks up odd jobs around the city of Phoenix wherever he can, including sometimes assisting Fen.

(picrew credit)

#ask game #oc ask game #fen #yes basically all my ocs are dead people. its just how i am.

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the-sprog · 1 year

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We've all heard true crime podcasts talking about Jason Todd's murder (and/or where the second Robin has gone), but what about the Batson's death?

Two renowned archeologists die at a dig site in Egypt , one from where years after Black Adam emerges, under mysterious circumstances. Their daughter, Mary, who had followed them there, mysteriously disappears (whereas the Batson's bodies are found, hers isn't).

The only other known connections to the three are Mary's twin, William, and Ebenizer, the uncle the kid was staying with.

But low and behold, not even a year later, kid's in the system and then disappears. Some people claim they see him sometimes in the streets of Fawcett, some say his uncle killed him to get the money that William was supposed to heredit.

(Of course, the citizens of Fawcett who actually care, those that actually know the kid, won't let him get hunted down by money hungry reporters and insensitive young adults who won't think twice about asking a child about his dead family)

Ebenizer dies not many years after that. And like that, there are no connections to their deaths. No explanation to where the twins are.

And then

Then Captain Marvel appears (along with Black Adam) 4 years after the incident.

The true crime community immediately latches onto him, convinced he's the real CC Batson, who miraculously survived whatever attack killed his wife and gained powers from it.

It doesn't help that when questioned about the site and the origin of his powers, their connection to Balck Adam the Captain becomes squimish and avoidant.

Some are convinced Black Adam was the one to murder the Batsons and that Captain is CC's ghost in search or revenge.

The people in the archeologist community don't even ask. They can't bare to treat this superhero like the friend that once knew and have been mourning for years, only for it to get snatched away when the Captain doesn't recognize them.

So imagine when, 2 years pass, Marvel has joined the Justice League, has been making progress in finding his sister, there are more members of his family now. And people haven't really given up on it, but no one really had the balls to outright ask him.

That's when Batman brings the new Robin to the Watchtower for the first time. The whole squad had heard of the new Robin, but no one had ever commented on him. Well, maybe the other two members of the Big Three had something to say, but the rest of the League didn't have a death wish, so they refrained from touching such a delicate topic.

The third Robin was smart, calculating, and so like Batman himself that the others can't help but miss the second Robin's childlike exuberance. Heck, even the mischievous and angsty first Robin would've made them more comfortable.

The kid mostly kept to himself, but no one could ignore the way his eyes were staring holes in Captain Marvel. Something that made everyone queesy. Batman included.

Sure, the Captain had always been an incognita, something the Bat never quite managed to crack. He'd heard the rumors, but had never managed to confirm them. More things pointed towards an unfortunate uncanny resemblance and some very awkward coincidences than a true and proper resurrection of any sort.

The way the Captain talked about his powers, how they worked, the very history of the Champions of Magic... If you added CC Batson to the equation none of it added up.

But Robin's stare was knowing.

And that scared everyone in the room.

"So the rumors where true then, Mr. CC?" It's a surprise to only Billy when Robin calls him by that name.

"Robin-" Batman started to admonish, only to be interrupted by the Captain.

"Where did you heard that name?" It was the most intimidating they'd ever seen him.

"It's aaaallll over the internet. Everyone thinks you're Mr. CC Batson, but I know you are."

The Captain's face was calculating, brows furrowed, looking at every inch of the child's masked face as if it held every answer to all the questions in the universe.

He let out a sigh. "CC Batson died 6 years ago in Egypt, Robin. There's no... Weird conspiracy about it."

"But-"

"Robin! Enough. Stop trying to force people into telling you their secret identity."

Robin turned towards Batman defiantly. "You're acting like you don't already know!"

"I don't."

Robin sputtered. "I-b-w-whAT!?"

The rest of the League stared in shock. Sure, most of them had also heard the rumors about the fallow hero, but none had wanted to confront him directly about it. If it was true, it surely seemed like a hell of a sore subject.

To have it all layed out by a child, so sure of himself, and to see the Captain's reaction, so cold and guarded, it only reinforced their belief that was a conversation that had to stay far away from.

Unless the Captain wanted to talk about it himself.

But they sincerely doubt it.

(That's why it's such a shock to them when, about 6 years after that conversation, the Captain shouts a word, leaving behind a small child who introduces himself as Billy Batson)

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sapphyreopal5 · 9 months

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Your pasts post said about Jensen and Danneel will get divorced. If They will getting divorced. Do you know Jensen will be with his true love? Do you think Jensen will have a bright future for being with the right woman will give him better life? Maybe why see Jensen looks sad he misses the person he is in love with.

Hello Anon, thank you for sending in this ask. My guides tell me he has not met the one yet. However, I do suspect as my guides have spoken of and also based on other things that he has been seeing someone else (or 2 someone elses ha ha). I believe 100% they've had their own lives dating while married for at least a handful of years now. I honestly think she first started to be more unfaithful while he was busy filming in Vancouver a little before 2018, as hinted at an older podcast she did with the OTH ladies cast. They also kept calling Danneel "the backup plan" (which curiously is the name of a movie Danneel was in and also the premiere she and Jensen went to a monthish before they tied the knot) that was made "in case things fall through with his soulmate not meeting him at a convention in July 2009".

My guides did say I am allowed to share some things about who his soulmate is, who he by the way has NOT met yet. I was told that he is meant to meet her at a convention, which is why he's been traveling so much and constantly goes to conventions despite being away from his family as such a big family man (smidge of sarcasm being thrown in here ha ha). Hermes one of this higher selves along with a Canaanite deity named Ba'alat Gerarlt (who is Mark Sheppard's higher self and who I discuss further below) told me one thing that stands out:

"Seers [what deities collectively call themselves] have been hinting to Jensen about the name of his soulmate for several years. Her name has been used as names (in 1 case nickname) for 3 female characters, one of those episodes curiously being titled "The One You've Been Waiting For". The name of a writer on the show The Boys and someone on his payroll at Chaos Machines also share her name, along with a role he was hoping to get would've made him play alongside a girl with this name. He 'subconsciously is fighting to get closer to his soulmate'". He needs to watch the movie "Serendipity" in order to start "cracking" this coded hint engraved in his divine blueprints from The Seers.

A little bit about the deity Ba'alat Gerarlt I mentioned before... Ba'alat Gerarlt told me that he introduced himself as Ba'alat Gebal to the Canaanites as a fertility goddess "so I can get a statue made for me with boobies on it". This deity by the way is VERY mischievous but he is also an EXCELLENT guide and seer. He also happens to be the higher self of Mark Sheppard who played Crowley. I kept asking myself why it's Ba'alat who set up in his and her divine blueprints that they meet at a convention, and then it hit me only as of a couplish weeks ago. I knew since I saw Crowley on Supernatural said "Easy, love. If you remember our time in Mesopotamia the way I do, you remember: I'm a lover, not a fighter" that this was a hint of who Crowley was represented by in Supernatural.

When I asked if Ba'alat is Mark's higher self after reading more about this so called "plot error" regarding Mesopotamia in SPN while watching that episode that clearly had people within the fandom up in arms about it, I was told "yes, I had this so called 'plot error' get thrown into the divine blueprints as a hint to Mark I am his higher self. I spoke to the writers at the CW and said [in their divine hearing] '"'I am Ba'alat Gerarlt, a Canaanite deity. I am Mark Sheppard's higher self, and I am here to tell you to put this plot error in the script so that when a Tumblr user named Sapphyreopal5 writes about it one day, people realize that everything happens for a reason including so called mistakes".

So why is it Ba'alat Gerarlt who set up Jensen meeting his soulmate in their divine blueprints? It's because his incarnation Mark Sheppard met his current wife at a Supernatural convention...

#Supernatural #anti elta #anti danneel #anti jenneel #Ba'alat Gerarlt #Ba'alat Gebal #Spn family #Mark Sheppard #Serendipity #hermes #odin #deities #divination #psychic #intuitive #Crowley #the Khala #seers

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personinthepalace · 2 years

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@authenticdesperation is going to be interviewed for the Mischief Fan podcast this Thursday! So if anyone has any Mischief questions for them or just any Mischief related-questions in general then feel free to share them here or message them to me :) Thanks!

#mischievous: the podcast with no name #mischief fan podcast #mischief theatre #mischief comedy #taking any and all questions :)#posting in the palace

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differentsublimephantom · 15 days

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Ghostbusters Ghost headcannons!!

Muncher

- [ ] Was a black man sometime between the 20’s and 60’s and died getting beaten to death with a metal pole by racists (maybe the kkk? Idk).

- [ ] A year or so after frozen empire, he saw the ghostbusters (and slimer) on tv and wanted to meet slimer, so he left dorklahoma.

- [ ] Because the firehouse was already a tiny bit crowded, when he got to New York and befriended Slimer, he decided to “live” at the lab. (He’s allowed to leave though.)

- [ ] He/him or they/them

Slimer

- [ ] Got poisoned after the hotel he was staying at had some bad people in it (mafia or drug cartel or something) and the bad people tried to kill someone with food, but he ate it instead.

- [ ] “Lived” with the ghostbusters for 7 years (because the real ghostbusters has 7 seasons)

- [ ] Sometime after the events of Frozen Empire he comes in contact with the OG ghostbusters and they had all missed each other alot (they also all probably start crying because of Egon)

- [ ] He found out about Egon’s death because Muncher told him, he then spent around 2 hours with Slimer crying on Muncher’s “shoulder” (They are now best friends)

- [ ] He/him or it/its

- [ ] Is friends with Lewis

Gozer

- [ ] (I have a whole AU related to after Frozen Empire where Gozer comes back a peaceful ghost, but I won’t include that here because these are just headcannons)

- [ ] Uses they/ them

- [ ] Loves Vinz and Zuul as best friends/pets when they’re in demon dog form

- [ ] Gets to spend the rest of eternity with them in the traps in Summerville

- [ ] Once got proposed to by Vigo

- [ ] Gozer is a lesbian

Vinz and Zuul

- [ ] They have human forms that are kinda a combination of the last two people they possessed (Zuul has Vitiligo because she possessed Lucky and Callie and has curly hair but it’s blond, Vinz had a beard like Gary, and shaggy hair and is short like Lewis)

- [ ] Zuul is she/they/it Vinz is he/they/it

- [ ] They are married (kinda) ((don’t ask))

- [ ] Laughed for hours after Vigo proposed because Gozer turned him down

Vigo

- [ ] Hopeless romantic, has a crush on Gozer, Garracka, and Janosz (but he’d rather die than admit that last one)

- [ ] He/him only

- [ ] Hates Zuul and Vinz (jealous probs cause they’re around Gozer all the time)

- [ ] Still communicates with Janosz, Janosz hasn’t told anyone though (he’s still friends with the ghostbusters and Dana)

- [ ] Ivo Shandor also has a crush on Gozer, they turned him down too

The Possessor

- [ ] Is kinda smart (warned Lars about the Garracka ball thing)

- [ ] Gets treated like the class pet by the lab crew (doesn’t mind)

- [ ] They/them or it/its

- [ ] Once Muncher starts staying at the lab he becomes a sort of a father figure to them, and plays with them when Lars can’t

- [ ] Is benevolent but very mischievous

That one ghost behind the glass at the lab (someone help me name them!)

- [ ] An old demigod similar to Gozer, but where Gozer is a mainly malevolent god of the afterlife/destroyer/death this one is a mainly benevolent god of light chaos/change/the unknown

- [ ] Can talk, but only talks to the ghosts and Podcast (podcast is chaotic)

- [ ] Is friends with all the ghosts in the lab, kinda the mom friend (Muncher’s the dad friend)

- [ ] Uses it/its

- [ ] Doesn’t like bright light, because in the dark is unknown and spooky

- [ ] Hates Garracka

Eleanore (the librarian ghost)

- [ ] After the events of Frozen Empire Ray went back to the library one more time to try and talk with her, she hates noise so he figured out that she understands ASL and they talked that way

- [ ] Ray is now friends with her

- [ ] She/her or they/them

Pukey

- [ ] Kinda like Pigpen from peanuts comics, everyone likes him, but no one wants to be to close to him

- [ ] I don’t have much about him sorry

- [ ] @incorrectghostbustersquotes189 yeah I agree, Lucky naming him seems likely

That’s all I’ve got for now! Sorry I didn’t do melody, i think if I did I’d cry.

#ghostbusters #@ mutuals #ramble #phantom’s headcannons #phantom rants

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cafedanslanuit · 11 months

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for @cass-who ― a dive into your relationship, your love language, your astrology compatibility, romantic headcanons, your playlist, a small story and more [+ info on self-ships scrapbooks, here]

Finding people you feel comfortable with is a blessing, having them stay by your side is what Heaven is supposed to be like. The base of Saeyoung and Cass’ relationship relies on how they redefined what “being at home” meant like. While Saeyoung would’ve never used those words before, coming from a quite hectic home, he’s starting to realise home is more of a concept than a place― and with you and Saeran by his side, he might just have found it.

QUALITY TIME. Having let go of his job as an agent, Saeyoung suddenly found himself with a lot of spare time. And, after some experimenting, he’s found he loves spending it with you. Back in the day, he thought he always had to plan activities for you to do when you’re together, but the more comfortable he’s grown by your side, he’s found that he just needs to exist when he’s with you. The idea of his existence bringing value is still new, but nothing short of addictive. He loves that there isn’t a filter to his thoughts and that you always seem interested in what’s going inside his mind. When he’s by your side, he feels valued and hopes that you manage to feel the same with him― that he’s able to repay the peace you bring into his life somehow.

♡ Even if you see each other fairly regularly, you never get truly tired of listening to his voice. That’s why Saeyoung came up with the idea of recording himself as he rambled about any topics that come to his mind (“It’s like my own little podcast!” he had said). You like listening to them while you draw and chuckle to yourself at his creative antics while you enjoy his company in a different way than usual. It has come to a point where he even has divided his messages into “seasons”, and has made up segments as if he were a radio host. Truly endearing.

♡ One of your favourite activities to do is to go on late-night drives. And, after a good while of spending time together, you’ve managed to find a really amazing burger place. It’s cheap, it’s fairly empty most of the nights and the one waitress they have has a soft spot for Saeyoung. As a game, you presented yourselves with different names and even made-up professions. Saeyoung was a science teacher at an elementary school and you’re a secretary at a new law firm, and now you get to talk about your fake jobs, shooting each other mischievous looks across the table. When your relationship developed into a romantic one, the waitress was the first one to notice, and congratulated you with so much happiness in her eyes, you decided you would never go to another burger place ever again.

♡ Saeyoung was the first one to get matching stuff for both of you. While he had to admit he did look a bit into matching shirts, what really caught his eye was the less common matching items. Mugs, keychains, mouse pads, pens, anything he can get his hands on. It’s a nice reminder, especially when you’re apart and you catch a glimpse of the last thing he bought for both of you. It’s not only a reminder of how much he appreciates you, but also a tiny display of your affection that is both public and private― even if people notice it, only you two know the truth behind it. And that makes it even more special.

♡ Long nights are common between the two of you, discussing plans and developing ideas is definitely more fun when you’re together. However, sometimes Saeyoung drinks one PhD Pepper too many and you are particularly excited about the idea you’ve come up with, so you end up while a whole mockup for a business idea― logo included. There has been more than a couple of time when Saeran has woken up early to tend to his garden only to find you discussing shipping options with his brother. Used to your shenanigans, he usually just sighs and continues with his tasks.

With your Venus in Libra and Mars in Scorpio, when it comes to feelings, you feel it’s important that your mind is stimulated, so you tend to be attracted to intelligent, youthful and passionate people just like you. You value being friends as well as lovers with someone since it helps you feel more secure in your connection.

On the other hand, Saeyoung is a Gemini Venus with a Scorpio Mars, so while he appears to be lighthearted and flightly when it comes to relationships, he can be very passionate. He’s attracted to partners who are fun and interesting, but especially someone that will make him feel secure. For him, an intellectual connection is a must as well, and tends to find peace in security and stability.

When you're together, it feels like you're speaking the same language. You're both very flexible, so very few fights are meant to happen between the both of you.

Regarding to how you handle your feelings, you might be a tad different. You’re optimistic and quite philosophical about your emotional experiences and you tend to ignore or deny raw emotion and the painful aspects of life. On the other hand, Saeyoung usually has little emotional distance to things, even if he may sometimes pretend differently. He’s careful and doesn’t trust just anyone. He’s private about his feelings and can become dark and silent. This is when you, with your Sagittarius moon, can lighten him up, which can be helpful for him, especially once you’ve earnt his trust.

When it comes to your Mercury signs, with his in Gemini and yours in Sagittarius, you tend to communicate quite well. He’s quick-witted and can come, across as scattered due to his many and sometimes weird interests. Your ideas tend to be very big, you have a vision. You don’t really like to focus on details, and would rather expand your mental horizons while reading larger subjects. You have an insatiable thirst for knowledge and Saeyoung has too many interests to delve too deeply into any of them. Communication is one of the strong sides of your relationships.

♡ Anyone Else But You - The Moldy Peaches

You're a part-time lover and a full-time friend / The monkey on your back is the latest trend / I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you

The thing with falling in love with your best friend is that love starts making less and less sense― for other people, of course. Why would someone be enamoured with anyone that isn’t this amazing person they have in their lives? Even before you were a couple you’ve always been Saeyoung’s favourite person, up to the point where he sometimes thinks why did he even bother with anyone else.

♡ You Told The Drunks I Knew Karate - Zoey Van Goey

I do the dumbest things for you / Why do I do the dumbest things for you? / I would be safer on my own / I didn't care, you were the most exciting thing I'd ever known

From pretending to be other people to impulsive late-night drives to places you’ve never been to, every day seems like an adventure with him. Trusting him as much as you do now, you know he’d never put you in actual danger, so it’s fun to get into new situations knowing he always has your back.

♡ I Will Go Anywhere With You - Julia Nunes

So as we bid adieu / To the towns that we're passing through / I don't care where we're heading to / I will go anywhere with you

Very reminiscing to that one time when you fell asleep in the passenger seat of Saeyoung’s car as he drove. As the first rays of the morning sun started to appear through the window, you realized how safe you felt by his side. Not once did you think about asking where you were going― as long as he was coming with you, nothing else mattered.

The soft taps of your pen against the screen are the only sounds filling the room. Saeyoung lays like a cat on your bed as he mindlessly scrolls through Twitter. By the time you look at your phone again, you know you’ll find at least ten unopened DMs, a selection of fine tweets catered by your favourite person. But for now, you enjoy the shared nothingness of a quiet Thursday night alongside him.

A soft chuckle breaks the atmosphere, accompanied by the sound of sheets rubbing against each other. Figuring he must’ve found a funny tweet and changed positions on the bed, you continue drawing mindlessly.

“Cass.”

You can’t help but smile at the raspiness of his voice.

“Hm?” you ask, your eyes still on your work.

“Did you know that you tend to scrunch your nose the tiniest bit when you’re really focused on something?”

For the first time in a couple of hours, your hand stops. You blink a few times, a bit taken aback by his words, and turn your head towards him.

“Do I?”

Saeyoung’s boyish smile emulates a similar one on your face. “Yeah! It’s the cutest thing.”

You hope he can’t tell the way your heart starts racing at his words. If the way his grin gets winder and his cheeks a tad redder is any indication, you’d have to guess he had, in fact, noticed.

“Thank you?” you offer, still a bit in a daze. Saeyoung laughs softly and in three long steps, he’s in front of you.

He crouches on the floor so you can tower over him. The hand that you were drawing with is suddenly taken by his, his cold fingers softly grazing your skin with such tenderness you’d think you’re the most fragile thing he’s ever held.

“Wanna get something to eat later?”

You nod and he scrunches up his nose in happiness. You poke the tip with your finger and he laughs softly, making you smile widely.

A warm, easy feeling swirls inside your chest, and you hope it never goes away. Saeyoung looks up at you with his hazel eyes full of adoration, and you rest easy― this was definitely meant to last.

#saeyoung choi #saeyoung x reader #mystic messenger #mysme x reader #mysme #allie's scrapbook commissions

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hackettquarrys · 2 years

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lover of mine

lover of mine pt.1/?

chris hackett

x counselor!oc

2.1k words

playlist

“When I take a look at my life

And all of my crimes

You're the only thing that I think I got I right”

!! SPOILERS FOR THE QUARRY (2022) !!

warnings: age gap (48/21), camp owner x counselor, language maybe? i think that’s it, doesn’t follow the story exactly/dialogue is different

as i smoothed out the bedding in the last of this rooms bunks, i heard my name being called from the main floor of the lodge.

“jaiden, let’s go!” kaitlyns voice sounded from the doorway. i grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder. taking one last look around the room, i sighed before closing the door behind me and heading downstairs, my hand sliding down the wooden banister as i descended the staircase.

“okay, okay, i’m here,” i laughed, skipping the last few steps with a jump and landing next to her. she shook her head, her short dark hair swinging side to side and she rolled her eyes playfully. “what’s the rush, anyway?” i asked, following behind her out the front door of the main lodge. she scoffed in response.

“the rush is i cannot wait to get back to civilization-“

“and to get our cell phones back,” dylan, my best friend, spoke from the other end of the lodge, at the far end of the raised porch we stood on. nick appeared next to him, having exited the door behind dylan.

“exactly,” kaitlyn agreed. i laughed at the two of them, as more of the counsellors joined us, the only few missing were abi and emma, who were still at the cabins, and ryan who was probably sat somewhere by himself listening to a podcast (he never did tell us how he snuck a phone past mr.hackett). kaitlyn and i reached the bottom of the staircase, and i set my bag down on the grass, taking a seat on the steps.

“oh come on guys, was one summer unplugged really that bad?” i teased, although i admittedly missed having my phone too. this was my third summer as a counsellor at hacketts quarry, so i was used to having to ditch technology for a few months, but most of the others were a few years younger than me so maybe they were a little more cellphone dependant than i was. the first summer i worked here it was as a favour for mr.hackett, since my dad had gone to high school with him and he new that they were short on counsellors. i quickly fell in love with the quarry- it had a certain charm to it and i usually liked most of the counsellors i ended up spending the summer with and this year, i had even gotten my best friend dylan a job.

“yes- yes it was that bad” jacob said.

“good news, mate!” nick called, still on the balcony. we looked up to see him holding a phone, that i assume was jacobs. “catch!”

“dude- no!” jacob dove into the grass as nick threw his phone off the balcony, somehow managing to catch it. “not cool dude!” nick raised his hands in surrender, laughing with dylan as they joined us in front of the van that we were packing up to leave. he handed everyone their phones back, and i put mine in my bag.

i saw jacob pacing awkwardly around the front of the vehicle, lightly kicking the dirt with his feet. i looked around and noticed that abi and emma had now joined us, which explained the shift in jacobs mood. i guess he really did fall hard for emma- but she didn’t feel the same. it was a crappy situation for both of them, and now for all of us because we had to deal with jacob being mopey and emma being bitchy about it.

“hey romeo, can you grab the bags from inside?” kaitlyn barked at him; she could be a little insensitive at times. they bickered back and forth a little - jacob bringing up the crush we all could tell that kaitlyn had on ryan, although she didn’t seem to concerned that we had figured it out - before jacob sighed in defeat, heading back inside to get the bags.

“how about you?” kaitlyn turned to me, a mischievous look in her eyes.

“what about me?”

“well who do you have a crush on?” she asked.

“who said i have a crush on anyone?”

“hmm.. i guess you are a little old for any of us,” she teased.

“haha.” i rolled me eyes at her, but i knew she was only joking around and didn’t mean anything by it. after all, it would be a little weird for someone my age to have a crush on one of the teenaged counsellors. that didn’t necessarily mean i didn’t have my eyes on someone else at camp though-

“hey some guys are into older women!” dylan yelled, joining our conversation.

“are you confessing your undying love for me, lenivy?” i asked, dramatically putting a hand to my chest. dylan took my hand in his and got down to one knee.

“why yes, it’s always been you, my love!” he gasped, playing along. the three of us laughed and dylan stood back up, slinging his arms over my shoulders and now clinging onto my back.

“jeez you’re heavy,” i tried pushing him off me, but he continued clinging onto me like a toddler.

“are you trying to kill one of my counsellors, dylan?” a voice called from the front door of the lodge, and i looked up to see mr.hackett smiling at us. dylan let go of me and stuttered awkwardly.

“no sir-“

“good. at least wait until you’re off my property so i don’t have to clean up the body,” mr h joked.

“yes sir,” dylan laughed, relaxing at the lighthearted tone evident in the camp owners voice.

“thanks guys,” i scoffed, pretending to be offended.

“oh come on we’re just joking,” dylan said, pulling me into a bone crushing hug. laughing, emma and kaitlyn ran over and wrapped their arms around me too, successfully stopping all air from getting to me.

“guys, mr h said NOT to kill me,” i pleaded.

“yeah guys, jaiden is the only one who knows the way back to the city,” nick interjected. everyone let go of me and i caught my breath, laughing and thinking about how much i was actually gonna miss these idiots. maybe some of them would come back next summer- usually counsellors didn’t come back for more than one summer, but maybe this time i could convince dylan to at least.

“you kids almost ready to head out?” mr hackett asked, leaning on the railing of the porch. my eyes briefly met his before my attention turned to jacob who spoke, reappearing with the bags from inside.

“yep! just gotta load these and were good to go,” he explained, dropping the bags in the trunk of the van.

“alright, best to get on the road before dark,” mr hackett said.

“mr.h, can i talk to you before we go?” ryan asked, walking up to the rest of the group, his earbud chord dangling around the back of his neck.

“yeah, sure thing,” mr hackett said, motioning with his head for ryan to follow him inside.

“wonder what that’s about,” kaitlyn thought out loud. we all kinda shrugged, finishing up the last bit of packing.

“i’ll move the van around,” jacob offered, sliding into the drivers seat.

•

“what do you mean it’s not starting?” kaitlyn yelled at jacob, who was now out of the van.

“i mean, the van isn’t starting! what part of that was confusing?”

“well why isn’t it starting?”

“how should i know? nick drove it last,”

“oh, so i broke the van?” nick scoffed.

“guys please-“ i tried to get them to stop arguing but it was no use. the yelling only stopped at the sound of the lodge door slamming in the wind. i turned to see ryan descending the stairs towards us, and mr.hackett stood on the porch once again, looking down at the situation that had developed while he was gone. i gave him a pleading look, and was relieved when his voice called out.

“hey!” he yelled at the group of us, which successfully stopped the conversation and turned the attention to the camp owner. “what’s going on? why’s everyone yelling?” everyone tried to explain at once, 6 voices all talking at once. “hey- hey! one of you- jaiden, what happened?” he asked, looking at me, and i sighed.

“the van isn’t starting, there must be something wrong with it,” i explained, causing a concerned look to flash over mr.hacketts face. he hurried down the steps and past me and the rest of the counsellors, approaching the vehicle.

“c’mon, c’mon!” mr.h turned the key in the ignition, but the van still wouldn’t start. “dammit!”

“it’s okay mr.h, we can just stay one more night-“ jacob started to say but mr.hackett interrupted him.

“no, no- it’s better if you guys get out of here tonight,” he said, sort of mumbling to himself after.

“really it’s okay… i mean, what’s one more night- right guys,” dylan agreed.

“yeah,” everyone agreed, but mr.h still looked freaked out.

“everyone…w..wait here- jaiden, i need to talk to you in my office,” mr hackett said, before walking back to the lodge. i followed after him, barely able to keep up with the older man with how fast he was walking. once we reached his office, he held the door open and shut and locked it behind himself once we were both in the room. i watched him as he shut the blinds covering the windows.

“mr.h, what’s going on-“ i started to ask.

“jaiden, i need you to listen to me very carefully ok?” i paused for a second, a little surprised by how serious the tone of his voice was. he stood behind his wooden desk, hands placed on the surface of it as he looked at a framed photograph that from my side of the desk i couldn’t see, but i remembered to be a photo of his kids, caleb and kaylee.

“mr. h-“

“you don’t have to call me that right now jay, no one else is here.” i sighed.

“chris, what are you so worried about?” i asked, waking closer to the desk and putting one of my hands over top of his larger ones atop the desk. “so what if we have to spend one extra night here, what difference does it-“

“i need you to do me a favour,” he spoke, finally looking up from the desk, his usually soft eyes frantically searching mine, as if too make sure i was paying attention. i nodded slightly.

“anything-”

“i need you to make sure that everyone stays inside the lodge tonight. no one leaves, everyone has to stay inside,” he explained, putting extra emphasis on the word inside the second time. my eyebrows knitted together, and chris must have sensed my hesitation because he pulled my hands into his, holding onto me firmly but not enough to hurt me. “please.”

“i don’t understand… why-“

“i can’t explain right now… i.. i promise i will when i can, but just please, please, promise me,”

“okay, i promise i will keep everyone inside the lodge tonight-“

“and lock the doors,”

“and i promise to lock the doors.” only then did his grip on my hands loosen, and i walked around the desk, wrapping my arms around his neck, his arms hesitantly encircling my waist, before holding me tightly. “are you staying here?” i asked, and he pulled away to look at me.

“no, i uh.. i have somewhere i need to be, that’s why i wanted you and the others to be out of here tonight,” he explained vaguely, but i brushed it off since he clearly didn’t want to go into further detail. i new chris well enough that i trusted him; if he said to stay in the lodge there must be a good reason.

“i think we can survive one night without you,” i teased, and he smiled a little.

“is that so?” he teased. i smiled, leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“well, i think they can,” i tilted my head in the direction of the window, in the direction of the counsellors outside. “i don’t know if i can.” chris smiled for real now, pulling me closer and leaning down to place a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“oh, i think you’ll be fine. if you get really lonely i’m sure one of the guys would keep you company,” he joked.

“hmm.. they’re not really my type.”

“oh? what is your type?” he asked playfully. i laughed, pressing my lips to his softly. he kissed back, and i smiled before our lips separated.

“you.”

#the quarry #the quarry game #chris hackett imagine #chris hackett #david arquette #chris hackett x reader

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