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casiia · 1 year

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virgin!ethan landry buying condoms before attending a party with chad (idk this would be so funny and awkward😭😭😭)

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pairing .: ethan landry x reader

genre .: suggestive

word count .: 3k

warnings .: suggestive content (minors dni.), female reader, alcohol indulgence, dry humping

author's note .: SORRY NO SMUT! just a lot of plot! but i had soo much fun writing this, whoever requested this i think you’re so funny! i originally was going to add smut but lack of motivation. my little nerd boy psycho getting teased by shirtless farmer chad makes me giggle. but i hope you guys love this as much as i do because i’m giggling soso bad. also i don’t have a dick i’ve never bought condoms b4 so i tried my best errr. also also guys please b careful when drinking at parties. this is just a lot of plot and lowkey ethan x chad (im slash jay) but if enough people want it i will write smut in a part 2.

“wait why are you turning? we’re supposed to go down this street for another light.”

the muted sound of rain echoes inside the car; droplets of water splattering against the fogged windshield blurred the bright traffic lights, a mixture of green and red reflecting against the dash.

“pitstop. gotta pick up some stuff.” chad taps his fingers against the steering wheel impatiently – waiting for the light to turn green. his thumb smooths over the grooves that were engraved in the leather, frustration threatening to expose from his composed state. “get the fuck off your phone! go, the light is green.”

“pick up stuff? not drugs, right…?” ethan looks up from his phone, his illuminated screen lighting his features from the shadows of the night. with a buzz, he focuses his attention back to his device. a smile graces his lips as he reads over your notification, fingers moving quick to type a response to you.

“no, not drugs. condoms.”

adjusting the seat belt that suddenly became uncomfortable around his neck, ethan swallows thickly, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. “oh.”

“i mean, you’re gonna need them. i doubt nothing’s gonna happen between you and her tonight.” pulling into the lot, chad cheekily smiles over to his friend, playfully hitting his arm.

“w-what? we aren’t anything serious, i don’t think she looks at me like that.” leaning towards the window to escape chad’s ruthless teasing, he resisted the urge to check the notification that had vibrated his phone – knowing it was from you.

“she definitely does, she’s always giving you that look.” throwing his hands up in gratitude when he found a parking spot, chad carefully pulled into the tight spot. “you guys are so annoying, everyone can see it but you two.”

“what look?” unbuckling his seat belt with a click, ethan chews on his bottom lip to stop the smile that threatened to show on his face.

“the ‘i want to fuck you’ look.” turning the engine off with the twist of a key, chad unbuckles and climbs out of the car. “just fuck already, what’s stopping you.” watching ethan take off the cardboard helmet of his costume, he chuckles lightly. “i mean, she wants to fuck a guy dressed up as a cardboard robot.”

“hey. it’s from that movie murder party, and maybe put on a shirt before you comment on my costume.” opening the passenger door, ethan reaches into the back seat, grabbing a plain white tank and tossing it to the shirtless farmer standing in the drizzling rain.

“oh right.”

“i don’t think there is a ‘fuck me look’ i think you’re thinking way into things.” stepping out and shutting the door, ethan stuffs his phone and wallet into his back pocket, walking towards the pharmacy with long strides to avoid the rain.

“what would you know, you’re a virgin.” locking the car with a loud beep, chad swings his lanyard around his fingers, letting his keys jangle against each other carelessly. laughing loudly when he catches a glimpse of ethan’s shocked expression, he holds his hands out in reassurance. “well i mean, after tonight you won’t be.”

“i’m not gonna do anything with her unless she wants me to.” walking past the automated doors, he waits for chad to walk in front of him, not wanting to waste time and lead the two into the wrong aisle.

“well of course, but it’s better to be safe than sorry at the end of the night. don’t wanna get her pregnant or anything.” chad grins, walking towards an aisle in the back – almost too easily, like he’s been here a million times.

“right. how do you…put one on?” glancing at the many colorful boxes to his left, he clears his throat when turning to his right, staring at the shelf of the pregnancy test.

“open the wrapper, careful not to rip it that’s important, then just slide it on. if it’s that much trouble just ask the girl.” chad hums to the music playing overhead in the store, squatting down to get a peak at the bottom shelves.

“oh, okay. what about lube, think i’ll need that?” eyeing the different brands of condoms, he feels his phone buzz again, the weight of his phone all of a sudden feeling heavy in his pants.

2 messages from angel girl

ethan smiles at the notifications, quickly swiping into his phone to answer you. warmth bubbles in his chest as he replies, watching his message turn from sent to read in just a second.

“hey, are you listening to me?”

“huh?” looking up from his phone, his smile drops, snapping out of his dazed state.

“i said, lube is a waste of money. just use spit, works the same if you can also get her wet.” picking up a box of magnums, chad stands from his squatted position, patting out the creases in his pants before heading to the register. “there’s nothing to be worried about, bro. just make sure you focus when it happens, stay in the moment. the usual.”

“mhm.” now very anxious, ethan trails behind his roommate with twisted fingers. “maybe i should take the costume off?” picking at the hem of his shirt under the cardboard vest, he laughs awkwardly; imagining you taking his ridiculous costume off before climbing under the blankets had him shaking his head.

“maybe just keep the helmet, can’t not dress up at a halloween party.” grabbing his wallet from his pocket once they reached the self checkout machines, he scanned the box before swiping his card. “we should go, mindy’s been on my ass.”

the two of them ran to the car, seeking shelter from the rain that turned from a light drizzle to a thundering pour. ethan ran his hands through his hair, combing his damp brown hair out of his face. leaning back into the leather seat with a huff, he groaned dragging his hands down his cheeks, the cardboard around his chest stiffening his movements.

slipping his arms into the cut out holes, he shimmied the fake armor over his head and let it clumsily fall into the back seat. memories of you and him making the costume made him frown; he thought back to how pretty you look with ruffled hair, sitting on his bedroom floor in only pajamas, cutting away at the cardboard material with kid scissors, cursing at him when he accidentally cut out of the traced lines.

the loud crinkle of plastic strips him of his thoughts, chad loudly tearing into the box. “take a few. i’m just gonna leave the box in the car…for later.”

“think you’re gonna end up with tara tonight?” ethan teases with a smirk. picking at the golden packs, he holds them up to the window, letting the plastic shine against the dull streetlight.

“shut up, now strap in. we’re already late i cannot take another text from mindy.”

the far-off sound of music caught ethan’s attention as chad pulled into the neighborhood, a variety of cars piled into the driveway and along the street, lights flashing from the windows inside the house.

grabbing his poorly made helmet made of cardboard, he slipped it over his head, making sure it sat comfortably and evenly on top of his hair.

“did tara tell you what she was gonna wear?” checking his phone for your notification, ethan frowned slightly when finding out you had left him on read. he was only a few paces from the house, where he would soon find you. although the more he thought of you, the more the nerves began to eat at him. would you even want to sleep with him, what if he was going to make a fool of himself – what if you friendzoned him. rubbing his forehead with a sigh, he stuffed a few condoms into his pockets, his heart beating out of his chest.

“pirate i think, wanted to match but it was too last minute. what about your girl?” making sure the car was locked after they had got out, chad shoves his keys into his pants, letting the lanyard hang within view.

“she didn’t want to tell me, said it was gonna be a surprise.” feeling his heartbeat in his ears, ethan balled his fist tightly, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands. he didn’t want to mess things up with you, he was scared – scared that he would mess things up and lose the best person that had ever shown up in his life.

“relax, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“i’m trying, i’m just nervous. i don’t want things to go the wrong way tonight, what if i misread her.” stopping outside the door, he could hear the roar of music, walls vibrating with each base drop. the faint smell of marijuana and alcohol tickled his nose, his face churning immediately at the unpleasant smell.

“whatever happens is for a reason, don’t make sex your first priority. if she wants to fuck you, which im sure she does, she’ll make it clear. stop worrying.” chad places a hand on the brunette’s shoulder, squeezing comfortably.

“right. make sure i don’t drink too much? i actually want to remember this night.” taking one last deep breath, ethan turns the knob on the door, finally arriving at the party. an overwhelming amount of people crowded the kitchen, abandoned red solo cups lingering all over the house.

pushing through the crowd of people with curt apologies, ethan scanned over the horde of tipsy college students, looking for your face in the midst of it all. relaxing a bit when he saw anika in the corner of the room with mindy, he glanced over his shoulder to see if chad was following him before nudging his way through to his friends across the room.

“where have you guys been? i thought we agreed to be here 45 minutes ago!” mindy throws exasperated hands in the air, eyebrows raised mockingly.

“traffic. where’s y/n?” frowning when he didn’t see you amongst the other girls, he turned back to the kitchen to see if you were stuffed in there.

“she was here a second ago.i think she went to ask tara if she knew where you were, but honestly who knows where that little pirate could be.” anika shrugs lightly at the question, repositioning her legs over her girlfriend’s. “what’s going on with you two anyways?”

“noth-”

“ethan?”

spinning on his heel at the sound of your voice, he can’t help but let a smile paint his lips. his voice catching in his throat when he sees you, he drops his arms to his side. jaw dropping ever so slightly, he couldn’t stop the way he looked you up and down, engraving your image in the back of his mind.

you were head to toe in white; high socks that squeezed the fat of your thighs, a white mini skirt that just barely covered the curve of your ass, a semi see through corset, and to top it all off – a pair of small feathery wings that sat on your exposed shoulders.

“an angel.”

“surprise! where’s the rest of your costume? we worked so hard on it.” stepping closer to him to fix his lopsided helmet, you brushed hair out of his eyes with a pout.

“left it in the car, didn’t want it to get ruined or anything.” looking down at you with a smile, he lets his hands wander to your hips; his thumbs caressing your skin just above the waistline of your short mini skirt.

“oh, that’s a shame. you looked so cute in it.” pinching his cheeks in a playful manner, you bit your lip with a laugh, watching him squirm away from you. “let’s get a drink, i’ve been waiting for you.”

grabbing his hand in your left, you intertwined your fingers together, pulling him to the crowded kitchen. half filled bottles and empty plastic cups littered the marble countertop, a sticky residue sheening over the surface of the table.

“hm, i think there’s enough for a couple shots.”

letting go of his hand but still keeping him close, you leaned over the island to grab cups; unscrewing the cap of a half empty vodka bottle, you chewed your lip in concentration, completely eyeballing the amount of liquor you poured into the plastic cup.

“bottoms up, baby!” bringing the cup up to your lips, you cringed lightly, the smell of alcohol making your eyes water. squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you tilted your head back letting the liquid flow into your mouth before swallowing. shaking your head with a groan, you stuck your tongue out feeling the booze burn down your throat, almost instantly warming your chest. “so gross.”

ethan hesitated before drinking the foul smelling alcohol, coughing abruptly afterwards. “not worth it.” hearing you laugh at him, he teasingly shoved your shoulder with a soft smile. “do you think…we could talk?”

“we’re talking right now, pretty boy.” starting to pour another round of shots, you briefly glanced up at him at his silence. “is something wrong?”

“nothing’s wrong, i just meant talk in private.” taking off his fake helmet, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck – patiently waiting for you to finish taking another shot before replying.

“let’s go upstairs.” wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you tossed your now empty cups in the trash before grabbing his wrist and pulling him through the house. music blaring uncomfortably in your ear, you took in your surroundings before leaving; people at every inch of the house, a line forming for the bathroom, corners where couples made out, and a couch where all of your friends sat. catching chad’s eye, he gave you a knowing smirk while raising his eyebrows. flipping him off in return, you squeezed ethan’s wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs and to an empty bedroom.

ethan tried his hardest not to look up your skirt while you walked in front of him, but of course he failed. he caught a glimpse of your undergarments – pretty pink panties with a white lace lining the edges. swallowing his guilt, he shifted his gaze back to the ground, fearing that he would get worked up the longer he stared. “do you know where you’re going?”

“not in the slightest, but it’s a big house, there’s bound to be one more vacant bedroom.” jiggling the knobs of each door, you giggled quietly hearing the muted moans from inside occupied rooms. “oh here.” twisting the handle and peeking inside, you opened the door for him when deeming it was clear.

closing and locking the door behind you, you made your way over to the bed, sitting on the edge with your hands neatly folded in your lap. “what’s on your mind? you’re kinda scaring me.”

dropping his costume prop near the door, ethan covered his face, groaning into his hands before finally piling up enough courage to look you in the eye. “what are we?”

“what do you mean?” furrowing your brows with an awkward laugh, you could feel heat creep up your neck, the liquor settling in your stomach.

“you’re always calling me these names, and touching me in ways you don’t do with anyone else. i just want to know if you’re playing with me.” sitting next to you on the bed, he kept a fair distance respecting your boundaries. “i like you a lot. more than i want to, i need to know if you feel the same.”

“i-” sighing loudly with shaky hands, you shifted your position, sitting on your knees while facing him. the hem of your skirt creeping up your thighs as you sat back. “i like you too, i just didn’t know how to tell you.” crawling closer to him, you reached for his hand, pressing his palm to your heart. “this is how you make me feel. all the time.”

“can i kiss you?”

nodding with a big grin, you let him lean forward to connect your lips. putting a hand on his shoulder to stabilize yourself, you hummed softly feeling him pull you closer, straight into his lap. the kiss was sweet and soft, lips moving slowly against each other, teeth clashing together with inexperience. you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly grinding your hips down into his. “fuck, sorry.”

whining into your mouth, ethan squeezed your hips harshly. “no, please. again, m’felt good.” pulling away from your lips with a heavy pant, he cupped your face, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone.

“yeah? s’that why you brought me up here?” giggling, you rolled your hips again, the seam of his pants nudging at your clothed clit. lips parting with a quiet moan, you bit the inside of your cheek, a blush painting your cheeks.

“maybe.” tilting your head up with his thumb, he pressed kisses down your exposed neck, nibbling and sucking numerous marks along the way. “fuck, i want you.” slipping his hand down your back, he squeezed the fat of your ass, mumbling against your neck.

“i know, baby. but not tonight.” pushing him away just enough to see his face, you pressed a sweet kiss to the button of his nose. “want your first time to be something you’ll remember, not even a little bit fuzzy.”

opening his mouth in protest, you shook your head – your opinion already set in stone. pecking his lips one last time, you climbed off of his lap.

“you’re such a tease”

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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 7 months

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protector. ( chase davenport x reader )

You bumped into Chase on his first day, and he had stammered countless apologies, swiftly picking up your books and holding them to you with a smile. And from that moment on, Chase always paid attention to you during classes or in the hallways. Whenever you entered a room, he was immediately drawn to you, and it quickly became common for Leo and Adam to tease him about his attraction.

Bree had questioned him months later when you had been paired with Chase for a class project, but he had never made his feelings known. She knew Adam and Leo's remarks cut deeper than he would admit. So he never asked you out.

A year later, you were at your locker when Trent approached you, and you inwardly groaned when he leaned next to you, knowing he would ask you out again. And you would have to turn him down again.

But this time Trent was more persistent.

He took the books from your hand and you glared at him. "Give them back."

"Go out with me."

"No."

"Then I'll hang onto them for a while." He smirked.

"Trent, give them back!" You tried to take them back, but Trent held them out of your reach.

Chase walked out of the cafeteria with Adam and Leo, the latter drawing his attention to the situation. Chase walked over to your locker and stood next to you as he spoke to Trent.

"Give her the books."

Trent laughed, "Aw, the nerd has a soft spot for you. How adorable."

Your glare darkened, "Don't be a jerk."

"She is way out of your league short stack. Why don't you walk away before you get hurt, huh?"

Adam saw Chase's expression change and tightened his hold on his backpack. "Uh oh."

You gasped when Spike took over, grabbed Trents shirt, and pinned him against the lockers.

"No, you are going to get hurt, punk." He barked. "Give her the books or I turn you into a pretzel."

"Here! Here!"

You took the books and held them to your chest, biting the inside of your cheek as you watched Chase-now Spike, shoved Trent into the lockers.

"Chase, that's enough." You placed a hand on his bicep, drawing his attention.

For a moment his grip faltered, as if he was breaking through, but Spike wasn't done yet. He looked at Trent, who held his hands up, eyes wide as he glared at him. "If I see you troubling her again, I will hang you from the flagpole."

He shoved him aside, and Trent scrambled away. You watched him flee before looking at Chase who lowered his head, meeting your gaze moments later with regret and embarrassment. You opened your mouth to thank him when he dashed away, with Adam and Leo following close behind.

You had no shared classes after lunch period and you couldn't rest without thanking him for protecting you. So after stopping home, you went to the Davenport house, knocking on the door.

Tasha answered the door and let you inside to wait in the living room while Bree, who had been in the kitchen, headed to the lab to tell Chase you had arrived.

"Oooh, Chase, your girlfriend is here!" She grinned.

Chase immediately began to panic. Since arriving home he had hidden in the lab, trying to get his mind off the incident, while Adam and Leo teased him about you.

"Uh," He paced the floor, trying to think of an excuse. "Tell her I'm not here."

"Tasha already told her you're here," Bree said, pursing her lips when she saw how nervous he was about seeing you again, after avoiding you in the hallways for the rest of the school day. "She probably wants to thank you."

"Or tell me she thinks I'm a freak and never wants to see me again."

"You've shared classes with her for over a year, I think she already knows you're weird." Bree knew that the teasing from Adam, Leo, and herself hadn't helped his confidence and stepped forward to place a hand on his shoulder. "She saw him and didn't freak out. I'd say she passed the test."

Chase thought back to the way he felt Spike weaken when you touched his arm, the look in your eyes taking away his anger, his need to protect you so strong that it was the only reason he couldn't hold him off completely.

Your eyes held no judgment then, and as he approached the sofa, meeting your gaze when you stood up, he couldn't see it now either.

"Hi."

"Hey." He held his hand up awkwardly.

"About today -"

"I'm really sorry for -"

"No, no, don't be." You moved closer, sending him a smile that eased the tension in his shoulders. "I came here to thank you. Trent has been bugging me for a while and I would've let you - what was it? Turn him into a pretzel?" Chase blushed, glancing at his feet. "I didn't want you getting in trouble because of me."

Chase lifted his gaze, your eyes locking, and you hoped the blush on your cheeks wasn't noticeable. He did. And it gave him the confidence he needed.

"Would you like to go on a date?" He asked, quickly adding, "With me."

Your smile grew as you nodded, "I'd love too."

His toothy grin took your breath away and you looked away before you could faint at the sight, picking up your bag off the sofa.

"I'd better head home. My mom will be expecting me."

Chase walked you to the door, and you stepped outside. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

You sent him a smile, "Definitely." You leaned in to kiss his cheek and he stood frozen, uttering a quiet 'Bye' as you walked away.

His lips slowly formed a large grin as he headed inside, closing the door. Tomorrow couldn't come around soon enough.

#chase davenport #chase davenport x reader #lab rats

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Everybody Talks (Best Friend!Eddie x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You've worked hard to keep your crush on your best friend a secret, since he doesn't feel the same way. But when the Hellfire Club members open their big mouths, it threatens everything you've tried to hold together.

Warnings: some angst, fluff, mentions of financial insecurity

WC: 1.5k

“Pizza’s here!” you call out, carrying a stack of pies into the Wheeler house. “I got one pepperoni, one mushroom, and one plain for all the boring people,” you tease, looking directly at Eddie as you say it.

“I prefer classic,” he retorts, taking the boxes from your hands and setting them on the table. The rest of the guys start to crowd around him, paper plates in hand, practically drooling at just the sight of food. “Hey, hey,” he chastises, pushing them out of the way, “ladies first.” He offers you a plate and you take a slice, quickly moving aside before you’re trampled by the herd of hungry teenage boys.

“So,” Gareth says to Eddie between bites, “your last Hellfire campaign is over and done with. How’s it feel?”

“You wish,” Eddie scoffs, plopping down next to you on the sofa. “Just because I’m graduating doesn’t mean I’m done kicking your asses in D&D.” He chugs his plastic cup filled with Mountain Dew and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. “Anyone else want a refill?” he asks, shaking his empty cup before looking over at you. “Oh, shit; you don’t have anything to drink. Diet Coke, right?” Before you can protest that you can get it yourself, he’s up and pouring you a glass.

“Thanks,” you smile, taking a sip. The bubbles fizz on your tongue as you lean back, careful not to get too close to Eddie. Not that you don’t want to; the mere thought of him draping his tattooed arm around your shoulders makes you giddy.

Just a few more months, you think to yourself, and I’ll be off at college, meeting new people, and I won’t have to worry about my embarrassing crush on my best friend.

“You guys ready for prom tomorrow?” Mike asks, interrupting your pity party.

Jeff nods. “Just gotta pick up a corsage for Barb, and she’s getting me a, um, a…”

“Boutonniere?” you fill in helpfully, and he snaps his fingers and replies, “yeah, that thing.”

“What about you?” Lucas pipes up, turning to Eddie. “You ever decide who to ask?”

“Oh, he decided,” Jeff laughs, earning a scowl from his friend. “Too bad she decided to go with Jason Carver.”

Dustin throws his hands up in exasperation. “Dude, you’re still hung up on Chrissy Cunningham?” He rolls his eyes. “I told you; she’s sweet, but she’s not your type. You need someone who’s as nerdy as you are.” His eyes scan the room. “You know, like Y/N.”

You feel your cheeks burn with humiliation, not at Dustin calling you a nerd; you know he means that with utmost affection. It’s not even the idea of Eddie asking you out that has you nervous; it’s the prospect of him laughing at the thought. You’ve done a great job hiding your puppy love a secret from him, and you’d like to keep it that way.

“Ha!” Gareth barks out. “She wishes!”

No. No no no.

Tears spring to your eyes, and you can’t think of a decent excuse to leave before you’re dashing through the door, letting the screen slam behind you. There’s no lie in what Gareth said; you do wish Eddie had asked you to prom. Every time that the subject of the dance came up, you’d waited with baited breath to see if he’d say something to you. But he’d always ignore it, eager to move on to the next topic. And now you knew why: he wanted to take Chrissy, but she was in love with someone else. How ironic.

You’re almost at your car when you hear the squeak of the front door opening. “Sweetheart, wait!” Eddie shouts, probably a bit too loud for the short distance between you two. “I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” you tell him softly as he jogs over to where you’re leaning against the passenger side door. “‘S not your fault.”

“Kinda is,” he shrugs, bringing you to the front steps and motioning for you to sit next to him. “I mean, I was the one who went to a freshman for romantic advice. That’s the last time I do that; I don’t care how nauseatingly cute he and his singing girlfriend are.” He gives a small chuckle, but neither of you meet the other’s gaze.

Hold on. Freshman? Singing girlfriend? “Eddie, what are you talking about?”

Eddie stops gnawing on his lower lip long enough to answer you. “I’m talking about you being embarrassed by Henderson’s painfully obvious last-ditch effort to get me to man up and finally ask you out.” His brows furrow when he sees your similarly confused expression. “That’s not…what are you upset about?”

“Um, Gareth blabbing to everyone that I wanted you to ask me to prom?” You finally allow yourself to look at him, noticing the dejected look on his face.

“I couldn’t do that,” he mutters, resting his palm sideways over his mouth and shifting his body away from yours. His words come out all muffled, but you can still make out what they are.

“I wouldn’t have said no to you,” you reassure him, mustering up all of your courage to place your hand on his bouncing knee. He relaxes almost immediately, but he still seems sad. “Eds, what’s wrong?”

His eyes are misty when he turns back to you. “I couldn’t ask you to prom because…because I couldn’t afford it,” he confesses, twisting his skull ring around his finger anxiously. “The tickets, a tux, those fancy wrist things…best I could do is steal some flowers from Mrs. Wheeler’s garden.” He hums out a sad laugh. “‘M sorry, sweetheart. I wanted to take you, but I knew I’d just be letting you down.”

“But Jeff said you were going to ask Chrissy,” you point out.

Eddie shrugs. “Don’t get me wrong; Chrissy’s nice and everything, but I just said that so he’d get off my back. Because if I told him the truth, he wouldn’t shut up until I made a move.” He sighs. “His dad’s a lawyer, and his mom runs her own business. He doesn’t understand what it’s like to worry about having enough food in the house, let alone all the extra shit like prom.”

You’re quiet for a beat, letting everything sink in. You knew Eddie lived in Forest Hills Trailer Park, and you knew money was often tight. Wayne worked hard to keep a roof over their heads, but the plant didn’t pay nearly enough. There were many occasions where you’d spotted Eddie eyeing something in the grocery store and instinctively thrown it in your cart for him, but for some reason, it hadn’t even occurred to you that finances was the reason he’d avoided talking about the prom.

“I wish you’d told me,” you finally say. “I would’ve understood.”

“Yeah, I know.” Eddie rubs his nose against his hand, another nervous tic of his. “That was never the problem. You’re the most understanding fuckin’ person I know. You just…I dunno. You deserve the whole ‘prom’ experience, not whatever half-ass version I could offer you.”

At that, you can’t help but giggle. “Eddie,” you begin, “do you really think I wanted to go to prom so I could wear a fancy dress and uncomfortable shoes in a stuffy gym? I just wanted to dance with you, and then spend the night on your couch watching stupid movies and eating junk food and talking shit about everyone who was there.” You look deep into his chocolate brown eyes, nearly losing yourself in their beauty. “I just wanted to be with you.”

Eddie stares at you, gaze traveling down to your lips. “Can I kiss you?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“If you don’t, I’ll kiss you.”

Your mouths crash together clumsily, but you’re too happy to care. You soak in every part of it: Eddie’s stubble rubbing against your chin, the way he tastes like stale cigarettes and marinara sauce, his curls brushing your cheeks. He only breaks the kiss to take a breath, and then he’s back, more purposeful in his movements the second time around. He brings his hand to your jawline, caressing it gingerly with his thumb as he parts your lips with his.

“Can’t believe I just did that,” he muses, smiling at you shyly. “Been wanting to kiss you for too goddamn long.” He leans in, frowning when you place your hand on his chest to stop him. “What?”

“You gotta take me on a date before you kiss me again,” you inform him, lacing your fingers through his. “When are you free?”

“Uh, right now? We can grab ice cream at Scoops. Lemme just get my keys.” He stands up quickly to head back towards the house.

“Wait, Eddie,” you call out to him, “what about the guys? And pizza night?”

“Who cares? I have a date with the most beautiful girl in Hawkins.”

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ccchuro · 4 months

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her pretty girlfriend ☽ kim minjeong x fem reader

synopsis : minjeong hated you but she could never get away from you.

pairing : nerd!winter x mean!reader

genre : little bit of angst + fluff

warnings : cursing, clubbing, alcohol, reader being kinda mean at the start, soobin

a/n : i live for loser minjeong

kim minjeong was sick of you.

she hated the fact that she couldn't pull herself away from you.

but minjeong would never, ever, hate you the way your lips left her cheek playfully with every compliment you left for her, your bright smile whenever she completed an assignment you were supposed to do and your whispers in classes, trying not to get in trouble but getting caught by the teacher anyways.

kim minjeong loves you.

you, who played with every student's hearts just to use them. you, who forces minjeong to do your homework. you, who-

"kim minjeong." a familiar voice called out to the girl.

minjeong looked up, realising it was the person she was just thinking about, stuttering on her words, her eyes fluttered as she tried to explain why she was zoning out. totally not thinking about you.

"uh- yes y/nnie?" she spoke softly, embarrassed.

"the hell are you thinking about? and i told you not to call me that, kim. anyways, mr lee assigned new shit due tomorrow or something, i wasn't really paying attention, and i have a party to attend tonight. so do it for me please?" you raised your eyebrows and pouted at her, convincingly.

minjeong had stacks of assignments piled up on her table in her dorm but you just looked so cute.

"okay sure y/nnie- i mean y/n!" she uttered out shyly. why were you so cute?

so so gorgeous, with your perfect body and perfect height and-

"minjeong! are you even listening? ugh. whatever im going. heres the work. have fun!" you quickly dropped your worksheets on her table as you walked off with your friends, laughing.

you were so mean.

wait. party? party as in, showing off your body and dancing with other people who isn't her? minjeong was not going to let that happen. she was going to use this party as a chance to look good, woo you and confess.

she hastily got up from her seat, grabbed all the assignments and dashed towards her dorm.

barging into the room, she could see her roommate, aeri, putting makeup on.

"woah minjeong! why are you in a hurry? catching pokemons?" aeri teased.

aeri was minjeongs best friend, the only person who knew of minjeongs huge crush on you.

"no! i- wait where are you going? don't you have classes?" minjeong pushed her glasses up as it slipped from her dashing across the school.

"i don't have classes anymore. i'm heading for a party! you wouldn't care any-"

"i care! aeri please can i go with you? i-- i just need to complete this worksheet and i can go!"

"uhhh minjeong did you get possessed? why would you want to go to a party..." aeri stopped applying her lipstick and stared at minjeong, puzzled. why would her nerdy friend want to go to party?

"well y/nnie-- i mean y/n is going to the party too and-"

"and you want to confess! right?" aeri knew her best friend well. there was no way she was just going to a party for nothing and hearing your name come out of minjeongs mouth gave it all away.

"well yeah but she left me this assignment to complete so i have to finish it first before anything else."

"well there's no time to waste jeongie! quick!" aeri got up from her spot on her bed and pushed minjeong towards her study table, "i'll pick out your outfit! and i'll help you do your makeup too!"

hearing this, minjeong quickly sat down and got to work, tongue stuck out in focus, she was so ready to finally get out of her dorm and get a girlfriend.

minjeong was not ready to get a girlfriend.

she finished the assignment, got her makeup done by aeri and chnaged into the outfit picked from her best friend and was now on the way to the party in aeri's mazda.

"aeri, on second thought-"

"if you're gonna back out now and come up with a bullshit excuse to go back home and play animal crossing or whatever, i'm not turning back. you have to let go of your nerdy stuff and go get a girlfriend! y/n would be the best choice."

"b-- but what if y/n has a boyfriend? or what if-"

"kim minjeong! relax! if she doesn't like you or whatever thats her loss! you're so cute with all your nerdy games and stuff there's no way she won't like you. but if she does break your heart, i'll be ready with-"

"okay aeri i get it! don't worry. i'll try my best to confess."

when the two best friends arrived at the party, the house was packed.

it reeked of alcohol and smoke. minjeong wanted to get out.

"aeri, what do i do now?" no answer. "aeri?" minjeong turned to her right, where aeri originally was but the shorter girl was nowhere to be found.

did she seriously leave me? minjeong was definitely going to ask aeri about this the next day but now, she had to focus on searching for you.

she pushed through the crowd, getting pushed here and there but she finally made it to a corner where she could see you.

but you were leaning on the wall, trapped by a tall basketballer, soobin was it? that didn't matter. you were kissing him! great, minjeong had no chance with you now.

watching you, minjeong stood still, she could feel her heart shattering with every second passing by until she made eye contact with you. shit.

minjeong turned around and quickly ran, she had to get out of the house, what the hell was she thinking? why would you, a pretty popular girl like her, a stupid loser who plays nerdy games in her dorm everyday?

she kept shoving people until she felt a hand grab her arm. was she about to get kidnapped? the hand pulled her back the opposite direction. she was definitely getting kidnapped.

minjeong tried fighting against the hand, not being able to see who it was under the darkness.

until one of the bright party lights shined onto the side of your face, minjeong finally realised it was you.

you looked so pretty, even now, when she had just caught you kissing some random guy and broke her heart.

minjeong stopped fighting against you, entranced by your alluring face.

why were you doing this to her? why did you have this hold on her? she could never get away from you. reminders of you were left everywhere around her. she saw a pink croptop while shopping in the mall? y/n would like this. a pom pom? y/n uses this for cheer practices. a make up shop? y/n would--

"minjeong? you okay?"

oh. you looked so beautiful. you had pulled minjeong upstairs, both of you now standing in a random hallway. minjeong couldn't stop staring at you. why were you so pretty?

"jeong?" jeong. you called her jeong. a nickname. you never called her nicknames. always 'kim' or 'minjeong' never jeong.

it was obvious how much the nickname had affected her as a shade of red quickly appeared on her face,"y-- yes y/n?"

you giggled. she was so cute. "you good? i've never seen you attend a party before... and you seemed... i don't know... shocked? when you saw me and soobin kissing. i was just trying to convince him to do something for me. don't worry."

"u--uh yeah! im okay... and! i don't care about the...the soobin thingy or whatever! and uhm... i'm sorry for coming y/nnie-- no! i mean y/n! i did your homework though!"

god, you were supposed to be mean. but minjeong was just too cute. "jeongie youre so cute. don't worry about that assignment or whatever i didn't care much anyways. i just wanted to talk to you so i came up wirth some lame excuse.anyways, what are you even doing here?"

"uhm-- uhm well y/n i came to find you..." oh?

"what? why? you could have just called or something jeong. you didn't have to come to somewhere i know you wouldnt want to be." your eyebrows were furrowed, head tilted. you knew minjeong would rather be cooped up in her dorm right now, playing animal crossing on her switch.

"well y/n i-"

"y/n! there you are. i was wondering where you went." you and minjeong turned to look at the voice that had interrupted your conversation and realised it was that stupid basketballer.

"oh hey soobin! what's up? i was just talking to--"

"this loser? youre funny y/n. why'd you sneak away just to talk to her?" soobin snarked.

why did he keep cutting you off? rude.

"soobin, i'll explain later 'kay? let me talk to minjeong first please?" you gave your best puppy eyes and pouted at soobin. you wanted him to go away.

you looked too cute. minjeong thought.

soobin probably thought so too as he scoffed, "alright. don't take too long babe." he walked off, turning back to minjeong and gave her a dirty look.

"sorry about that jeongie, anyways, what were you saying?" you turned back to look at minjeong, switching from you sarcastic pouty face to a genuine curious face. you looked so much like a curious puppy. how cute.

"w--well its nothing! i'm sure you have to attend to soobin now! uhm-- i'll get--"

"kim minjeong, if you're gonna say somethimg, just say it. don't be a pussy." you were staring at her with a angry look now. shit.

"w--well its just that ireallylikeyouandhavelikedyouforawhilenowbutimsureyouwontlikealoserlikeme!" she squeeked out with her eyes closed.

you laughed, "what? speak properly jeong. you know i can't understand you."

"it's just.. y/n, i've liked you for awhile now and... i know its stupid cause... you're so cool but i'm just a--" you cut her off with a kiss

was minjeong dreaming?

you pulled away from her and smiled up at her, "you're so cute jeongie. i like you too. i'm sorry if i've been so mean. i just didn't know how to become friends with you and i was so angry at that. i guess i just vented all my anger towards you. i'm sorry, you didn't deserve that. i like you too, okay?"

minjeong could only stare back at you with her mouth agape. you liked her too?

"jeongie?" you got close to her face with a look of concern.

"y/n-- you like me too?! me? i'm a loser!"

"you're my loser! you're so cute jeong. i love you. i love the loser you too. and if you would let me, i will prove it every single day. jeongie, will you be my girlfriend, please?"

"of course y/n! a million times yes! i-- i love you so much y/n!" this felt like a dream.

y/n grinned as she pulled minjeong back downstairs, partying the night away with her girlfriend.

and as everyone started leaving, y/n and minjeong decided to leave as well, holding hands, smiling at each other with aeri third wheeling behind them in y/n's car.

aeri was so going to question minjeong so much the next day. but all that mattered to minjeong now, in this moment, was her y/n.

her pretty girlfriend.

˗ˏˋ ʚ♡ɞ ˎˊ˗

#kim minjeong x reader #aespa x reader #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #gxg #winter x reader #minjeong x reader #girl group scenarios #aespa imagines

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cod-dump · 5 months

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Just had a teen!141 Au thought after reading all your stuff on teen!simon and married couple Nil and Price

I was a bit confused at first but then realized this was all before Gaz showed up

then I thought… well okay how would Gaz feel about how close Nil Price and Simon are- they got him specifically a puppy. They just invited Farah to stay (for all the right reasons ) - is his lonely?? Is he middle child???

I can picture in my brain like either Gaz confiding in Price (let’s face it price is the easiest dad to talk to) or maybe Laswell??? Like him going to her and being like

Gaz: Nik got him a dog and now with Farah.. I don’t know. I feel -

Laswell: *mom smile and like holds his hand with a squeeze* left out. You love Simon, you love Farah but.. what about you?

…just a thought

Kyle is the baby of the family, fifteen years old. Simon is sixteen going on seventeen and Farah is eighteen. Simon and Farah were good friends before Kyle was adopted, afterwards Farah ended up moving away.

Simon and Kyle are close. They tease and taunt each other, but they’re brothers, they’re best friends. Before Kyle made friends with Johnny or Hong-Jin he was practically attached at Simon’s hip. They were inseparable before Kyle got more comfortable and was able to do things without Simon.

Simon was the one wanting a dog, begging for one. Kyle didn’t exactly want one but who doesn’t lose it over a puppy? Simon is the one who will be cleaning up after Riley and paying for his needs and training him. Kyle gets to be the fun uncle and gets to play with a puppy whenever he wants. Kyle was the one who suggested what breed to get because he knows Simon the best (given he didn’t think the puppy would show up so soon after he made the suggestion).

Kyle did feel jealousy, worried when Farah moved in because she and Simon were so close. It felt like her arrival meant he would be pushed to the side and forgotten. He wasn’t. Farah quickly became his big sister and Simon never left him out of anything they did.

He’s the baby, Price frets over him constantly. Nik takes him out to do things with him, some of things may or may not give Price a heart attack by a mere mention. Simon is closer with Price and Nik, they helped him overcome some serious trauma and they’re both constantly worrying about him. But they don’t look over Kyle. Kyle has his own issues and is still being helped through that.

Kyle has his life outside of his family. He has friends, a boyfriend, he’s the cute nerd guy at school. He’s Simon’s baby brother, Price’s baby boy, Nik’s apprentice in mayhem, Alex K. Laswell’s dashing boyfriend, the sane best friend of Johnny MacTavish and Kim Hong-Jin. He’s very happy with his life. He feels lonely some nights, but his brother all but kicking in his door to freak out over something that happened in his TV show makes that go away.

#i could write something involving gaz feeling lonely #play in with him being literally abandoned before he was taken in by price #oooo the potential #i am using this post to mainly clarify that farah is older than simon and gaz #call of duty #modern warfare #teen!ghost au #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #farah karim #john price #cod nikolai #kate laswell #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #drabble

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drewharrisonwriter · 8 months

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Donor | Drabble | Superman

Pairings: Bestie Henry Cavill x OFC

A/N, Warnings: 18+, this is a drabble for my Henry Cavill fic Donor. English is not my first language.

Summary: Henry's kids find out he played Superman.

"Paaaaaaapaaa!" Mari's excited call echoed through the house as she dashed down the stairs, with Henry rushing to meet her at the landing.

"Mari!” Henry exclaimed. “What's happening? Is everything alright?" he asked with a touch of nervousness, preparing himself to catch his thirteen-year-old daughter in case she stumbled while descending the stairs.

"Papa, were you actually Superman?" Mari's eyes shimmered with a blend of astonishment and curiosity.

"Good grief, Mari!" Henry exclaimed in relief, closing his eyes briefly and running a hand down his face, while the other rested on his waist. "You scared me half to death. Is that all you wanted to ask?"

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Mari asked with bubbling enthusiasm, bouncing on her heels.

"Well, it's not like it's some top-secret information," Henry replied, guiding his daughter down the hall toward the kitchen.

"What's all the fuss about?" You called out from the kitchen before Henry and Mari entered.

"Your daughter just unearthed the fact that her papa is the son of Jor-El," Henry responded with faux exasperation, causing you to snort. Henry and Mari settled onto bar stools across the kitchen island, where you were meticulously frosting the first of three batches of cupcakes that Sisi needed for school the next morning.

"Really? Nobody thought to mention that papa was Superman?" Mari inquired, still puzzled and amazed by the revelation.

"Why is this such a surprise?" You asked, not taking your eyes off the cupcake you were skillfully frosting. "Your father is an actor, after all."

"Yeah, but Superman? Ma, we've been living with Clark Kent all this time," Mari quipped, lowering her voice conspiratorially for the latter part, as though sharing a closely guarded secret. You laughed hard at your daughter’s reaction.

"Thirteen years, darling. Took her thirteen years to find out.” Henry chuckled and you giggled. “Who spilled the beans, anyway?" he asked.

"Uncle Charlie did! And I knew you were a bit of a nerd, pa, but I had no idea you were enough of a nerd to be cast as Superman," Mari teased, prompting exaggerated gasps of shock from both Henry and you.

"Oh goodness, actors!" Mari groaned, rolling her eyes at her playful parents.

"Young lady!" Henry exclaimed, still maintaining his mock shock, with a hand dramatically placed over his chest.

"For the record, I’m a singer/songwriter. And you might call him a nerd now," you began, shaking your head with a mischievous smirk, "but he's the hottest and sexiest Superman. Ever." You cast a teasing glance at your daughter and playfully wiggled your eyebrows.

"Ew, ma. Stop it," Mari responded.

"Thank you, darling," Henry smiled at you, his expression still a bit theatrical.

"So, wait…" Mari began, a mischievous glint in her eye, "You mean to tell me that you had to fit in that Spandex?" She magically had promo photos pulled up on Google on her smartphone, then showing her parents a GIF from over 20 years ago.

"We're home!" Sisi's voice echoed from the front door as it swung open. Vivi, Savi, and your youngest and only son, Teddy, trailed after her.

"In here!" Henry called out.

"What a dish!" You exclaimed with a playful groan as you stared at the photo on Mari's phone, as if it were a mouthwatering treat. Henry burst out laughing while Mari grimaced in sheer disgust, and Henry joined in with an exaggerated groan.

"I no longer look like that," Henry said, his tone carrying a hint of disappointment and nostalgia.

"No, you don't," Mari chortled, and Henry playfully smacked her on the arm.

"Of course you don't, Hank. You're hotter now. Total DILF," you said, walking over to Henry, playfully wiggling your eyebrows before leaning down to kiss him.

"Ew, please. I beg of you both. Stop it!"

"What's a DILF?" Sisi asked with a scowl as the kids flooded into the kitchen, giving their parents each a hug and a kiss.

"Please don't ask them, you don't want to know," Mari answered.

"Yes, I won't say either because the last word is a curse word," Henry snorted.

"How was school?" You asked your kids as they all settled down, and you began bringing out their afternoon snacks of cookies and milk.

"Oh, I thought we were having cupcakes!" Vivi said disappointedly.

"That's for my bake sale tomorrow," Sisi quipped.

"Can we at least have one each, ma?" Teddy asked, and who were you to say no to your husband's mini version?

You handed out a cupcake to each of your children while Henry began pouring milk into their glasses.

When everyone was happily eating and chatting, Mari filled her younger siblings in about their dad's (not-so) secret, and all your children gave their Papa surprised and then disgusted looks, resulting in a few more laughs.

Henry leaned in to whisper in your ear. "Do you mean it, darling?"

"What?" you asked, playing coy.

"That I'm a total DILF?" He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips.

"Of course I do, Superman," you giggled, and he groaned before he kissed you, twirling you around as if you were dancing. The kids started groaning in fake disgust at their parents' display of affection.

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lunaslovelyrambles · 1 year

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“you’ve got your products and reactants mixed up.”

you swear your eraser nearly rips a hole through your paper as you fix your mistake. who decided that organic chemistry had to be so goddamn hard? and complicated? and stupid, and-

“and the solvent is wrong, polar aprotic works better for SN2.”

and why did you decide to study with the world’s number one chemistry nerd?

“thanks, kuroo, got anything to say that’ll make me feel like i actually do know reaction mechanisms?”

he chose to not say that your skeleton structure was off by one carbon. or that the fluorine should be on a dash bond and not a wedge bond.

“well,” he pointed to the problem before that you had just completed, “this one’s right.”

you gave him an unconvinced look.

“mostly right.”

“ah, there it is,” you sighed and leaned back into your chair. you were tired. more than tired - exhausted. but ochem was your worst subject. it was even worse because there was no way that you’d actually use chemistry given your career goals.

it was merely one of those classes that you “needed to take” for your major. and it was brutal compared to the other chem classes you’d taken beforehand.

kuroo has been your friend for as long as you can remember. he was your neighbor growing up, and best friend ever since then. and now, your study buddy as you struggled with chemistry.

again.

“well. the product is only slightly off. you’re just not thinking about chirality when you’re doing SN1 reactions,” he narrowed his eyes at you as he watched you nod off.

“mhm. chirality, yup.”

“‘cause that can change your products,” he trailed off. your eyes had completely closed and he could’ve sworn you fell asleep because you barely noticed your chair tipping back further and further-

“ah-AH!” you lost your balance and felt yourself fall backwards, thankfully not hitting the ground due to the much more alert kuroo tetsuro.

“i think we should call it for tonight,” he went to go close your textbook. you sprung forward to stop him.

“no, no wait! i promise i’m awake,” you pleaded with him. he sighed and shook his head.

“you’ve done this before, y/l/n. with every other chem exam i’ve helped you study for. remember when i helped you study for your first gen chem one exam?” he had a teasing lilt to his voice.

“umm.. no?”

“exactly,” he full on smirked at you now, “you fell asleep for it.” you huffed, moving your arms to cross over your chest.

“well, it’s not my fault chemistry is so.. sleep inducing.” he mocked hurt and held his hand to his chest, as if the mere thought of chemistry being talked badly about was offensive.

“how dare you speak that way about chemistry?”

“oh come off it, deep down inside your science-loving heart you know this can get a bit boring.” he hummed in response, sliding your book off the desk and into your bag.

“maybe, maybe you just don’t understand how amazingly fun and super rad it can be.” that got a laugh out of you.

“but even with how fun it is, it’s not good to study for,” he broke to check the clock, “four hours? with rarely any breaks.”

“i know,” you sighed, head resting on the desk. even as you tried to relax your brain was still filled with ochem, and stupid reactions. your eyes fluttered shut and you sighed.

kuroo smiled affectionately at your sleepiness. it was cute, and he admired how much you effort you were putting into the class despite your hatred towards it.

he nudged your shoulder to jostle you awake slightly.

“don’t fall asleep at the desk,” he gently helped you up and over to your bed where you finally felt your body decompress. kuroo tucked the blankets around your body.

he took one second to unabashedly admire how adorable you were when you got tired. kuroo couldn’t help the small smile that rose to his face.

but he soon turned, shutting off the light on the desk and gathering his stuff. he assumed you were asleep until you spoke up again:

“night, tetsu,” you yawned sleepily, the sound of the nickname from his lips made him smile.

“g’night y/n, try not to dream too much about chemistry.”

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-> masterlist

#the motivation came in the form of kuroo #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu drabble #tetsuro kuroo #tetsuro kuroo x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro drabble #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuro x reader

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purecantarella · 2 years

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BLACKPINK Reaction : They Propose

request : Your writings great ❤️ If you have the time could you do blackpink proposing to their female S/O ! not much to say, i hope you lovelies enjoy!! disclaimer/s : none, this is purely floof

Kim Jisoo

Jisoo was often looking for new ways to spice up her day, especially when she had a day off, sometimes that entailed some pranks on her members, trolling blinks online through a fake-fan account with fake leaks for their new comebacks, but of course her favorite times were spent with you experimenting within the confines of your home.

She adored those moments that you shared together. Four years of pure, untapped love and support from your end. It made her smile just thinking of it as she lay in your bed, waiting for you to get back from the bathroom.

While she waited, she scrolled on her phone, watching various videos that Chaeyoung had sent her. However one in particular stood out to her, a couple recording themselves while going into different restaurants then staging cheesy and overdone marriage proposals, making her throw her head back in the silliness of the whole ordeal.

You stepped out of the bathroom, towel draped around your neck as you watched your girlfriend laugh heartily at her phone. The fond smile she’d always caused etching onto your lips as you leaned up against the frame of the door. “What’s so funny, nerd?” You teased to which she gasped, feigning offense.

“Rude.” Jisoo exclaimed before you threw yourself onto the bed beside her. Light-hearted laughter filled the air as you jokingly tussled on the bed. Before you knew it she was on top of you, catching her breath from the fits of joy. She stared mindlessly at your features, while you casually wrapped an arm around her waist, your free hand playing with the stray locks of dark hair that had begun to fall and cover her face.

Suddenly, like thunder, her face lit up and a mischievous grin grew on her lips. Mirroring the expression, you lean up to better see her face. “I know that look...what's brewing in that pretty little mind, Kim Jisoo?"

“I want to try an experiment.”

The statement was vague and quite honestly, it had you terrified. As much as you loved Jisoo, she was a beacon for chaos, and she knew it. Even more so when she explained her elaborate plan.

Jisoo was an idol, it wasn’t like she could just cause mayhem in the middle of a restaurant, so naturally, she had you do it while she was completely covered up to avoid recognition and the heat from the media. And you were more than willing to put your shame and dignity on the line for her. When she was happy you were too.

Even so, it still filled you with dread to try and do it.

You both sat in a bustling restaurant, you two had made it just in time for dinner rush and your eyes bolted from Jisoo to the employees that dashed around the room. Your fears didn’t go unnoticed of course.

Your mind was running laps when you felt Jisoo’s fingers entwine with yours, offering you a soft smile. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, it’s all just for a bit of fun.” You looked down at her pale hand before bringing it up to your lips, smiling when you saw a tint of red hues color her cheeks.

Wordlessly, you stood up, tapping a teaspoon on your wine glass, catching everyone’s attention, whispering about how conceited you looked. “Three years ago at this very restaurant…” You began dramatically, Jisoo stifling her laughter to make it seem believable. “I took this lovely woman out on a date and she spilled wine all over my white shirt. And the panic on her face was adorable. Pink cheeks, frantically patting down my chest with her dinner napkin, it was hilarious you had to be there.” You looked down at Jisoo, smiling fondly at the false memory.

“And it was at that moment I knew I wanted to make her part of my life forever. So, darling…” You get down on one knee, pulling out one of the designer rings you’d picked out for this before you both left. Jisoo let out an audible gasp, placing her hand in front of her agape mouth. “Will you do me the greatest honor in the world and be my bride?”

She nods quickly and wordlessly to conceal her voice. Coos and light clapping scattered across the restaurant. The server quickly slid by your table, slipping you and Jisoo a note discreetly. You picked up the note and grinned to yourself, shaking your head amused. "The owner saw and just comped half of the bill."

Jisoo's eyes went wide before you looked around to see the owner about to walk out of the restaurant, who smiled at you both, you raised your glass tipping it a little in solidarity. "We're still paying the full bill though." You muttered. Jisoo smiled and nodded, snuggling into your side.

You two pulled the same scene in a handful of other restaurants as well, the same dramatic and overdone spiel, in one case quoting a line from an obscure drama you'd watched before. Of course, never accepting the kindness of the owners, managers, and the occasional patron. Until the night had been an amusing success and you were at your last stop of the night, a quaint café where you two often went on dates before.

As you both were settled into a booth near the front of the shop, Jisoo had finally taken the time to compliment you, “I didn’t realize how good of an actress you are, N/n! We’ve fooled every single store so far.” The singer jokes, making you toss your head back laughing.

"I'm serious! You have a talent for it." You shook your head, smiling fondly at her, twiddling with her fingers mindlessly. Jisoo felt a jolt of pure ecstasy as she saw your adoring gaze on her. She had gotten it from a number of fans before but she could never get used to it when you looked at her like that.

"I only did it because I knew how happy it would make you." You pause, lifting her hand again, pressing your lips delicately onto her left ring finger. "I would do anything to make you happy, Soo."

Jisoo's ears perked up and her eyebrows shot up. You hadn't seemed to notice though.

You saw a waitress begin to look in your direction, and you prepared yourself to make a spectacle of yourself until you felt her hand over yours. The pad of her thumb brushing on the back of your hand tenderly, while her gaze fell. Concerned, you placed a hand on her cheek gently, quietly asking, “Are you alright…?”

Her eyes drew back up, determination flooding them before she stood up, just as you had in the past few restaurants you entered. “Can I get everyone’s attention?” Jisoo called out, her distinct voice drawing the attention of everyone in the quaint café. Curiosity melted into concern as she removed her hat, glasses, and mask, exposing her whole face. As patrons realized it truly was the popular idol, they took their phones out, recording and photographing her.

“I grew up always thinking of the happiness and the wellbeing of those around me. I had just thought it would be my only purpose. To make sure everyone was happy, especially after I became a performer I had to think of the Blinks and the rest of the members…” She pauses to look at you, eyes filled with a familiar affection, one that makes your heart flutter. “...But then I met you, Y/n…”

“And I didn’t feel like I carried the weight of those around me alone anymore. Like someone who’s willing to stick with me through thick and thin, and she has…so many times. I've always known that, but it's been even more apparent as we grew deeper and deeper in love.” There's silence. It hangs for what felt like centuries as you just stared at Jisoo, with tears in her eyes, wearing the same grin you’d seen her have the first moment you bumped into each other.

‘This is all part of the bit…’ You remind yourself in a futile attempt to control the tears that start to roll down your cheeks.

“And I can’t think of a world where I’m not with you, Y/n. So…” Jisoo gets down on her knee and takes your left hand in hers. Gasps audible all throughout the small space, obvious Blackpink fans also have tears in their eyes. “Will you marry me?”

Immediately you chant ‘yes’ over and over again before throwing yourself into Jisoo’s arms. You felt her place a warm kiss on your cheek before her arms tightened around you. Applause roared in the café before Jisoo pulled away and wiped your tears away.

“We’ll be happy to comp the happy couple's bill…” A couple a little older than you both whispered to you two before raising their hand to order a slice of cake for the both of you. You bowed thankfully before reaching for a tissue, laughing while slightly out of breath. “Got a little personal there, Soo. Almost made me believe it.” You whispered the last part for only her to hear as a waitress slipped the cake onto your table.

“Oh I was serious, N/n." She casually says before taking a bite of the cake in her mouth making you choke on your coffee. You sputter for a bit, shock and elation filling you as you stare up at her wordlessly, a toothy grin breaking from your lips.

She smirks and points to you, "No take backs, you already said yes, jagi.”

Kim Jennie

Jennie had often made it a point that her most prominent love language was gift giving and it often made you feel bad, like you only used her for her money and ability to purchase things at a drop of a hat. At first, you hadn't said anything to not hurt her feelings but by the fifth or sixth month of you dating, you put your foot down.

"Honey!" Jennie called as she strolled into your apartment casually while you prepared dinner for the both of you. You could hear the excitement in her voice, usually that would make you happy, but recently she'd started coming home with more and more expensive gifts of her affection.

You stepped out of the kitchen and smiled at your girlfriend's excited demeanor, in spite of what had started it, the happiness on her face still did a number on your defenseless heart. The singer strode over to you, placing a light kiss on your cheek. Her lips warm, before they quirked up into a smile.

"I have something for you, N/n!"

Your stomach dropped as she began to describe a decadent and incredibly exclusive piece from a designer brand. The brightness on your face extinguished almost instantaneously. And Jennie absolutely noticed.

She tilted her head and took your cheek in her hand. "Are you alright, N/n?" Her voice filling with concern, you eyed the bag containing her gift for you before you took a deep breath. "Jen, I love you, you know that right?"

Hesitantly, she nodded before a million thoughts ran through her head and she couldn't hide it from you either. Delicately, you ran a hand over her face, consoling her. "The gifts are just getting a little out of hand...I don't want you to think I'm using you." You mutter quietly.

Jennie was rather taken aback. She never thought twice about giving gifts or about anybody really rejecting it. Suddenly she'd felt incredibly insecure and fell speechless. You caught on quickly to the awkward position you'd placed her in and pulled her chin up to look at you. "I love your gifts, I really do and I know you have me in mind when you buy them. But maybe less often, honey?" You leaned close, a breath away from her own face.

"For special occasions?" You offered before smiling down at her softly. She doesn't move for a moment, in deep thought, when you begin to regret talking about it. You were beginning to regret even telling her and hurting her feelings when you felt her nuzzle herself against your nose. "I just want to give you the world, N/n..." You pecked her lips delicately, muttering reassurances against her lips. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Jennie stared up at you with a small pout, you felt a light-hearted giggle bubble up your chest when you saw it. "I love you so much, Kim Jennie. And I don't need the world." You pause, pecking her lips again quickly, over and over again, making her laugh and pull you closer, "I just need you." You finished, smiling down at her.

"Fineeee." She huffed jokingly before wrapping her arms around your neck. "Only for special occasions. I promise, honey."

You smile and nod before ranting about what you'd cooked for dinner before you noticed her swinging the shopping bag awkwardly. You roll your eyes quickly and snatch the bag from her hand.

"This is the last one for a while, honey." You emphasised before she squealed happily and pecked you lip then dragging you into the kitchen, excited for the warm meal you prepared.

True to her word, she only purchased big gifts for anniversaries and for a birthday or two. But you were glad to say that her gift giving did in fact tone down after that conversation

It was her first night back with you since the group's comeback and you could tell that something was happening. She was extra clingy, extra attentive, and the girls were calling her more often than usual which she wouldn't pick up, only smile and blush a little.

It threw you off but decided to ignore it.

However during dinner, her phone rang again. She paused from rambling about the shows she'd been on and looked at the phone. You eyed her phone, it was Lisa, but she merely put it down breaking into a bright grin before looking at you, eyes filled with love. It had finally bugged you enough.

"Okay, Kim. Spill." You said playfully, making her burst out laughing before she took your hand. Her touch lingered longer than you'd expected and it made the smile on your face widen. Suddenly, her sharp eyes met yours again, your heart skipping a beat. "I just missed you is all, honey."

Jennie turned her phone off after the last message and had her focus solely on you as you rambled on about your weeks without her and how the dogs were warming up to one another better. The rapper had barely touched her food with how entrapped she was with you.

"So when we visit your mom, maybe we can introduce King to Kai properly, don't you think?" You asked, brightness overflowing in your eyes. Mindlessly, Jennie nodded. "I'd love that..."

You giggled and leaned over pressing your lips over her plump cheek before returning to your meal. Stealing quick glances of your gorgeous girlfriend.

Before you knew it, dinner was paid for and you two strolled down the streets, your arm wrapped around her with your head leaning against hers. Quietly navigating the streets, taking note of the heat in the air. You were taking mental notes of healthy meals you could prepare for Jennie while she was with you that week when she finally spoke.

"You mind if we stop somewhere...?" Her voice was shaky but her expression was determined. You raised a brow curiously but nodded your head amused with the adorable way your girlfriend was acting.

With the go ahead, she walked made her way through the streets expertly. Making sure she'd escape the crowded bits of the city and get to her mystery destination quickly. Suddenly, you were plopped in one of the most well-known designer brands and one you knew your girlfriend was very familiar with.

She was brand ambassador after all.

Jennie tugged you into the Chanel store, receiving some questioning looks from staff as you were rather underdressed for such a store. This wasn't the first time your girlfriend would drag you into one of these stores, sometimes it was to pick up an item that she had on hold from overseas and sometimes it was to browse for the latest collection, she just always wanted your opinion.

"Is this why the girls were calling you so much tonight? Is there a brand new release, honey?" You asked, receiving no response as Jennie was hell bent to reach the back of the store.

The rapper leads you to a collection of accessories, gold, silver, with a handful of dainty diamonds, all the likes were there. You watch her as she intently scans the ring options before turning to you, “Which one do you like most, honey?”

Your eyes burst open before you quickly shake your put your hand up and waved her off, cheeks flushing as the sales people stare at you. “Jen, I’ve told you, you don’t need to buy me jewelry on a whim like this…” You muttered in a hushed town before she smiled up at you endearingly, looking at you directly since she cryptically asked to come here.

“Oh it’s not just for a whim, N/n…” Her perfectly manicured finger slid across the cool glass as her eyes jotted around the selection. What she’d said made you panic, assuming you’d forgotten an anniversary or an occasion, while you scrambled an excuse in your head, she turned back to you, warm, gummy smile on her lips, “It’s your engagement ring."

"Wait are you...?" You trailed off dumbfounded at the nonchalantness of the situation, this was a big deal after all. Jennie only widened her smile before lacing your fingers together gently. "I just want to make it all official, ya know? Now, I have my eye on this one but you can always- hey! Y/F/N put me down!"

You brought her into your arms, tears pricking your eyes as you peppered her reddening face over and over again with kisses. "It's Kim Y/n to you now, honey."

Jennie giggled and nodded, "Now, Mrs. Kim, which do you like the most?" She asked again as you both perused through the options, by the end of the night, Jennie finally picked up the numerous facetime calls from the girls, flashing you the Chanel band you'd picked out while the girls squealed and started planning the wedding.

You leaned on Jennie as she spoke with the girls about the details of the event. She really did like to surprise you.

Park Chaeyoung / Rosé

It was all planned and prepared. The ring was purchased, Rosé asked for your parents blessings, the reservations for lunch with her family, yours, and the girls was set. There was nothing stopping her.

Well, except the heart-stopping anxiety of having to see you every single day, making sure that you'd never find the ring or suspect her of anything when her mind was running a mile a minute. Excitement and panic mixed in her stomach as you both got into the car.

She got lost in her thoughts again as you buckled in your seat, you smiled over at her. You could tell that something was wracking her brain, you had no clue what but you loathed seeing her so distraught. You took her free hand in yours, breaking her from her trance.

You shifted in your seat to better see her, "Hey...what's up?" Rosé stared at you wide-eyed before shaking her head frantically to which you quirked a brow, making your expression shift into a more stern one. "You know you can't lie to me right?" You smiled, leaning closer teasingly, making the singer giggle softly.

"What's going on Rosie Posie?" You asked again, much softer and she knew it was to butter her up. You'd done it countless times before to try and comfort her, but she couldn't break now. She leaned over and pecked your lips quickly. You closed your eyes and pulled her back into a gentle kiss, making her smile against your lips.

When you pulled away, you couldn't fight off the smile that broke onto your face. Eyes still closed, you said, "That doesn't answer my question."

When you finally cracked an eye open, you saw her staring at you, crescent shaped eyes brimming with so much love and adoration. The hand not intwined with yours reached up to caress your cheek gently, the touch lingering for what felt like a lifetime. You tilted your head to the side again, silently asking her again.

She found you utterly adorable.

Returning to her position in the passengers seat, she said, "We're going to be late, N/n."

You smiled charmingly before nodding. "Alright, hook my phone up to the radio, please?" You requesting before starting the car to which your girlfriend shook her head. "No, no, no, we played your music last time!" You gasped in horror and offense, before retorting a quick quip making her throw her head back in laughter.

Once your little spat was finished, and you inevitably agreed to let her play from her playlist, her mind was filled with what was to come. Rosé watched as you drove through the streets of the city, singing along to the songs that you claimed to have loathed when you two got together.

She couldn't help the toothy smile that returned, this was it. This was your future together and she couldn't wait for it.

A short drive later, you both found yourself at the restaurant she had reserved seats for, and upon seeing both your families and the girls, her nerves began to spike. Then she felt your arm wrap around her waist, looking at her with the deepest concern.

"Are you alright?" Your voice soft and delicate, making sure she was okay. Rosé smiled, she knew what she was building towards.

As you both walked up to the table, you could hear your family in a hushed conversation. Before you could joke about the way they looked like they were in a meeting, Jennie looked up and loudly called out, "Chae! Y/n! You're here, finally!"

You laughed and nodded, waving awkwardly before everyone stood up to greet the two of you. While your mother embraced you rather tightly, you eyed Lisa talking to Rosé quietly, very obviously teasing her from the pink that began to tint her cheeks. Lisa was shoved gently before she giggled and made her way to you, pulling you into a quick embrace.

She quickly found her place beside Jennie who slapped her shoulder before scolding her just loud enough for the two of them to hear it. It was all rather suspicious to you. Incredibly suspicious.

Lunch continued but you couldn't help but feel isolated from the conversations and that there was something deeper going on. It filled you with so much dread and anxiety. Finally, when your father leaned over to your mother while his eyes were glued to you, you finally voiced out, "Seriously, what is going on? You've all been acting sketchy all day."

Everyone at the table looked, not at you, but at the singer who sat beside you. Rosé released a nervous laugh before clearing her throat. "It was obvious from today that there is no hiding anything from you, N/n." You quirked a curious brow up at her before she pressed on.

"And I never want to hide anything from you again." She got down on one knee and pulled a red velvet box out of her pocket. "You've been my sunshine when things got hard. You are the muse to all of my work and I would never want to tread through life without you by my side..."

Jisoo was now recording, your parents holding back tears, "Y/F/N...will you—"

Rosé's words were cut by your repeating over and over to yourself, "No, no, no, this can't be happening." Her heart fell out of her chest and into the pit of her stomach. She looked at her members, then to your family, "Puh-leeeease, tell me this is some hilarious dream."

You got down on your knees and reached to hold her stunned face in your hands, laughter still brimming in your eyes and falling from your lips. You wiped the unnoticed tears out of her eyes, "No tears Rosie Posie, I'm sorry."

Finally you pulled reached for your bag that sat on the table, reaching inside to take your own velvet ring. Rosé's eyes grew to the size of the moon, you smiled at the awestruck expression before opening the box to expose a dainty, silver ring with a small yet intricately placed diamond. "I've been carrying this thing around for months. Waiting for the perfect moment."

You pressed your forehead to Rosé's as you giggled at the situation. "I'm sorry if I scared you..." You muttered softly, stroking her soft jaw as she whispered that it was okay.

"Wait so are they getting married or—Ooft!" Lisa's sarcastic question was silenced by a sharp jab from Jennie.

You laughed softly, and took the ring in your box and slipped it onto her left ring finger. She did the same with the studded ring she had. You both stood up and wrapped your arm around her waist, both your hands raising to show off the bands sitting on both your hands.

Applause and laughter rang through the quaint restaurant. "Of course this happened. I went over my plan so many times but didn't consider this." Rosé noted before you leaned over and pecked her cheek gently.

"Guess we really are soulmates then huh, Rosie Posie?"

Lalisa Manoban / Lisa

Often times when you get home, you're greeted by a mostly empty house. The only signs of life being the pets Lisa has that you've both treated as children. You were rather used to it, but after a long day you almost didn't have to energy to cook, clean, and wait for your girlfriend to get home.

As you unlocked the door though, the smell of candles and the sizzling of something grilling caught your clouded mind. You enter and place your workbag on the seats that were placed in the entryway before making your way into the kitchen where Lisa stood, humming and swaying to the melody of the song.

The cats circled around her feet but quickly stood up upon catching a whiff of you. Love was also on his feet as you walked in, the excitable puppy blowing your cover by greeting you with a hearty bark.

Lisa quickly turned around and shock melted into warm adoration and relief when she saw you standing there. "Hey there stranger." She jokingly greeted as you took big steps to meet her in the kitchen.

"Hey yourself." You pecked her cheek lovingly before adding, "I didn't expect you to be home til later, Lali."

"I couldn't wait to see you, plus..." She motioned to the pots and pans behind her, "I wanted to spoil you this evening."

You smiled at the array of familiar foods that boiled and hissed over the stove. She obviously contacted your mother for all your childhood favorites. Lisa beamed up at you, incredibly proud of herself. "You're too precious for words, lovely."

You looked around and raised your hands to your hair, tying the strands up into a tight bun. "Now is there anything I can do to help—" The dancer was quick to shake her head, wrapping her arms around your neck, pulling you down to her pillowy lips. "This is my surprise for you, N/n. I want you to just relax."

"But I—" She gives you a stern look, making you raise your hands up in defeat, laughing softly. "I give."

She pulled away, one hand still locked around your neck, the other petting your face affectionately. Lisa leans up to press her lips to yours again, making you smile warmly. Lisa pulled away and her gaze flicked up from your lips to your eyes. "Wash up, lovely. Dinner will be ready soon."

You peppered quick kisses on her cheek and neck, making the dancer giggle uncontrollably, before you finally pulled away. "I love you, Lali..." You mutter quietly. The smile on her face brightens like the sun.

"Go." She chided softly.

You grinned toothily, turning a heel to head to the bathroom to relax yourself a little before dinner. But before you could though, something caught your eye on the kitchen island. A glimmer in the brightly lit apartment. Curiously, you drew closer.

Then you saw it.

A diamond encrusted ring sitting on the island. It wasn't any one of Lisa's, you knew her collection well from when you constantly had them cleaned when she forgot. Your mind lagged for a moment, trying to piece the puzzle together.

When it all clicked, the fancy intimate dinner to having you relax, your head snapped to Lisa's back, still swaying to the music. Tears pricked the back of your eyes before you broke into the biggest smile you ever mustered. You loved this woman so much, but her forgetful and rather careless nature would one day get the better of her.

You got down on one knee and cleared your throat, catching your girlfriend's attention. Lisa turned around fully prepared to scold you for not getting into the bath until she saw the ring she had custom made in between your fingers, dopey but bright smile lingering on your lips as you stared up at her from your knees.

"I-I...Y-You weren't supposed to see that." She sputters out, panic filling her eyes. You chuckle and retort, "But I did...So Lali...Love of my life. My angel. My beautiful unsung melody..." You listed off making Lisa laugh, tears freely flowing down both your cheeks.

"No poems, no fancy words, will you allow me to give you the best and accept the worst? Will you marry me?" Lisa nodded and repeated tearful yeses as she pulled you into a tight embrace. You took a deep breath crying into her neck, so overcome with happiness.

There was a pause, almost lasting a lifetime as you two were just wrapped in each others arms, allowing the warmth from one another to freely flow. You pulled away and lay your forehead over hers, making sure that you stared into her tear-filled eyes. Wiping away what you could before laughing excitedly.

Lisa thinks off for a moment, "You're still going to let me propose later right? I promised our parents a video and the ring is fitted for you so...um..."

You laughed again before pulling Lisa into a messy kiss. "Yes, of course, Lali. I would love to have this moment again. Over and over again if I could."

As silly as Lisa was, you were more than glad to indulge her in all of her adventures and antics. It was the first thing you loved about her after all. However, you allowed yourselves to bask in the post-proposal air, and there was nothing better.

okay so why did all of them come out longer than i had even planned??? literally all of them took me a total of a week to write and conceptualize 😭 i really, really hope you all enjoyed this, i out my heart and soul into this HAHAHAH i am now officially on break and i hope to write and post more often!! and i really hope that i can be relatively consistent HAAHAHAHA anyway, i will see you lovelies soon and i love you all vv much, keep safe everyone!! - r

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Someone Believes in You

Written for Dannymay event 2023 Day 24 Prompt: NASA Fandom: Danny Phantom Character: Danny and Lancer Words:1,054 Summary: Danny wants to get into a good college for Space, but he doesn't think he's able to do it. Lancer believes in him.

“Alright, kids. Today we will be discussing jobs. What do you want to be when you grow up?” an older lady asked her classroom of five-year-olds.

“I want to go to space!” a small five-year-old Danny yelled, jumping up and down for joy.

“That’s nice Danny, but we are talking about Jobs today, not plans,” she said gently, trying to not hurt his feelings, as the class laughed at him.

During free time Danny decided to angrily color space and the planets to get his feelings out. “I think space is really cool!” a dark-skinned boy said, walking up to Danny, sitting next to him.

“Do you really!?” Danny asked, eyes shining with excitement.

“Maybe not as much as you, but I think it’d be cool to go to space one day.”

“My name is Danny!” the small black-haired child said, holding out one of his crayons for the other boy.

“I’m Tucker!” Tucker smiled as he took the crayon offering. A friendship was born.

“Alright, class we’re finally starting our section on space,” a tired teacher said, clearly not ready to deal with the middle schoolers before him.

“Finally!” Danny shouted excitedly, cheering in his spot.

“Quiet Fenton. This will not require a discussion,” the teacher rolled his eyes as Danny blushed, Tucker patting his back supportive as Dash and Kwan laughed at the two.

“What nerds,” the Jocks teased.

“Don’t listen to them. I think it’s pretty cool how excited you are for space,” the new girl with short black hair whispered, sitting behind him.

“Really?” Danny asked.

“Hell yeah,” she smiled at him.

“Manson! Fenton! Watch the video and stop whispering!” the teacher shouted as they paid attention.

After class Sam walked in front of the best friend’s desk. “I’m Sam Manson,” she held out her hand.

“Danny Fenton,” Danny shook her hand as she looked over at his best friend. “Oh um, I’m Tucker Foley.”

“Want to go to the Nasty Burger after school and do some research on the different planets within the solar system?” she asked as Danny’s eyes went wide.

“Oh um sure!” Danny shook his head excitedly as Tucker teased him.

“Don’t know what you’re laughing about. We can’t research the whole thing alone,” Sam rolled her eyes as she walked out of the classroom to her next class.

“So what do you want to do when you get out of high school?” Sam asked as Danny showed them the portal his parents had just finished building.

“I want to be an astronaut and work for NASA. I’m good at science and mom is always willing to help me out, but I’m not so good in the math department. I think that’s what’s going to give me the most trouble,” Danny shrugged.

“Makes sense. Your parents did build this huge portal,” Tucker said.

“A portal that doesn’t work,” Danny scoffed.

“Since it doesn’t work let’s get a few pictures,” Sam asked.

Later this day Danny Phantom was born, of course, he did spend two weeks in the hospital but that’s more because of the electricity that he was shot with.

“Alright, kids! College applications time. If you need help come see me after school or during my lunch period,” Lancer said, passing out applications to the seniors, and waiting for them to hand them back in.

It was a week later that Danny was called into his office. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Lancer?”

“Ah, Mr. Fenton yes. Please come in,” Lancer said, Danny, closing the door behind him as he sat down in the free seat. “I’ve reviewed your applications and you want to apply for an Astronomer?” Lancer asked.

“Yeah I’m not fully sure what I want to do, but if a college will accept my horrible grades I would like to go into something space-related,” Danny shrugged.

“Danny you’re grades are not as bad as they were your freshman year. You have done an excellent job of bringing them up. I fully believe that you will be able to get into a space program, that’s not why I called you in here,” Lancer said carefully, looking at the boy who thinks he has already ruined his chance at higher education. Lancer watched as the boy looked up at him with a look in his eyes. A look that Lancer has seen in many of his students that he has tried to save from an edge. A look of surprised hope.

“You really think that I can do it?”

“Danny you are a smart kid. I’ll admit you’re grades gave me a small scare when you were a freshmen, but you have been doing good. I believe that you could be a part of NASA with how good you’re doing,” Lancer praised him.

“Thank you, Mr. Lancer. Really,” Danny beamed at him.

“Now I called you here because you didn’t write down a college, you just wrote down a few states,” Lancer put the application in front of him.

“There are so many options I couldn’t decide,” Danny shrugged.

“Well if you want to get into a good science program I recommend this college here in California,” Lancer said writing down the name. “It’s in one of the states that you wanted to attend so I think it’ll be perfect for you. Just be warned that this course is meant to challenge you it will not always be easy,” Lancer warned.

“I want in,” Danny said, determination burning bright in his eyes.

“You will need to study harder. Take the ACT again and try to score better. I am willing to help you if you are willing to make the time,” Lancer suggested.

“I am. I want to get into this school,” Danny said again, writing down the name of the college on the application.

“Meet with me every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for your lunch period and we will get you ready to take the ACT. As a just in case we will also study for the practice exam.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lancer! Really,” Danny smiled, grabbing his book bag to walk out.

“I expect great things from you, Mr. Fenton,” Lancer smiled back. He knows that the young boy will put in the effort and he knows that Danny will truly be a brilliant student meant for the field of astrology.

#dannymay2023 #danny fenton #danny phantom #danny is ghost king #danny is in college #lancer

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Much Ado About Nothing: No Good Very Bad Version

Hi hello I'm having my semi-yearly Much Ado fixation. I was going to handle this with an overly long comparative post about productions I've seen, then quickly realized it would be too expansive for even a 'read more' to cover its sins. So instead I'll be spamming the dash with individual rants on productions. Because this is all I can currently talk about.

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First up: the worst Shakespeare adaptation I have ever seen.

Much Ado About Nothing (2012), dir. Joss Whedon:

There are no pictures for this one because I simply will not be revisiting this film to find them. Sorry.

It's so rotten ya'll. Yeah it's on me for putting on Joss Whedon's Much Ado, but it's short and my parent's copy of it was right there one day so I put it in. And then kept it in out of morbid fascination.

Full disclosure I watched it maybe a decade ago. But to my memory it's so bad it almost circles round to being an instructive case of How Not To Do Shakespeare.

My understanding is that Whedon basically invited a bunch of friends over for the weekend on a whim to film this, which I knew going in. So I wasn't expecting a polished masterpiece or anything, but one would like to imagine you'd get some fun, playful improv energy from a bunch of friends coming together to create something on a tight timeline like that. You don't

I'm not going to judge the actors' abilities on their performances in this on account of how hastily it was was tossed together. But not since high school have I heard Shakespeare read in a way that made it seem more dead-in-the-water. The lines read as if the actors are reciting from cue cards without having been given 5 minutes to figure the rhythm of the verse or what the fuck their characters are on about. For all I know they might have been.

Actually, my apologies to my high school classmates. We were a small group of theatre and/or literature nerds, and in retrospect we were probably insufferable, but we had an interest in the topic and two weeks to read each text and a great teacher who gave us notes to help us understand and emote the text when we read in class. We sounded better than this.

Okay okay. So by now I can't remember many specific choices this production made, But I sure do recall that instead of leaving Beatrice and Benedick's past to the ambiguous history implied between them by a few key lines of dialogue and the general built-up tension between them, Whedon chose to explain away this history with a flashback. In which the whole complexity of their past is that they slept together one time and Benedick left without saying anything. It's one of the stupidest adaptation choices I've ever seen, because. because. Okay look:

1. The (from what I can recall) two whole lines of vague dialogue about Benedick and Beatrice's history manages to imply so many more interesting potentials than—that. I'll save you the close reading in this already too-long post, but they gesture towards what may well have been the beginnings of a romance between them at one time; a potential fear of commitment on Benedick's part; some action that Beatrice felt as betrayal, and perhaps deception. These suggestions segue into what you see of them in the present: e.g. Benedick's insecurities—his misogynistic obsession with the idea of women's unfaithfulness, which at times topples towards the admission of fear that he's specifically afraid no one would be faithful to him. Further, in the course of the play choosing Beatrice means rejecting the boy's club that has given Benedick companionship, yes, but also protected and cheered on the worst of his behaviours—might he (in presumably less dire circumstances) in the past have been less willing to stand by brash Beatrice in the face of their teasing, and perhaps scorn? Or perhaps it was simply that their inability to 'woo peaceably' made a ruin of matters at a time before they built up sufficient trust in their mutual affection to take the poison out of it. At the end of it, there's no knowing the specifics, but the relationship in the present is tangled and interesting enough to stretch into a complex of potential pasts. Whedon's pat summary of that past in a silent insertion does not contradict those potentials, and could tie in well enough with some, but he put in no work into so tying. Instead he seeks to swallow the might-have-beens into a single, pat event, waving away the feeling of calcified layers of affection and resentment in to explain away their history without deepening it. 2. If he had to try explaining their present dynamic through a single past event, it would have been cool if he'd put at least a gesture at a thought towards selecting an event that would be thematically resonant. Again, it could even have been the exact same event if it tied in with anything at all. If I'm being really very generous despite the nothing he has done to earn my goodwill, I'll admit that owning up to the vulnerability of using words honestly to express their emotions is one of the things the characters need to learn to do, and it's a failure on this point that causes the rift in Whedon's version. But 'communication is good' is such a skin-deep layer-one read of all the play has to say about words, about their pitiful insufficiency and frightening strength, the reality they can lay bare and the terrible viciousness they can disguise. 3. The choice also hobbles the dramatic tension of the accusation of Hero. For as much as the accusation concerns Hero's supposed cheating on Claudio, there is an inescapable emphasis on female 'purity' and chastity. The weight even the most sympathetic characters place on the mindset is quite unbalancing enough to many modern viewers, especially when the production is set in a place such as present-day America, as this one is. Having Benedick and Beatrice sleep together in a sequence that implies all the issue lies with the lack of communication and in no way suggests danger to Beatrice's reputation and future from the act itself results in the 3rd act turn coming even further left of field, and makes the characters' ethical perspectives borderline incoherent. 4. Okay yeah it's starting to feel weird that I've spent that many words ranting about a quick insert of Benedick and Beatrice having sex. You have to understand I have so much pent up rage about this production and this is one of the only concrete details I can recall to direct all that at. To clarify I'd love for them to have all the sex they want and be as conflicted about it as they fancy as long as it is thematically coherent with the narrative. Yeah I'm also not sure that sentence made this any better. Can you tell I'm asexual

Anyhoo that's it for the ranting. This production does have precisely 2 things to recommend it:

Nathan Fillion is good at Shakespeare apparently. I have no particular feelings about him as an actor outside of this, but he is The person in this film who says the lines like he has any clue what words are coming out of his mouth. Also, he plays Dogberry. And I'll be honest—I usually find the Dogberry scenes a bit of a drag. I looked forward to them so hard in this production. They were the only times I laughed. Dogberry suddenly seemed vibrant, alive, the soul of the play. I understood him for the first time. If I was in a dark parallel universe where this was the only Shakespeare I'd watched, I'd remember Dogberry as his greatest creation.

It's made by Joss Whedon, which means I get to be mean about it without feeling bad :) However I offer my sincere condolences to any decent artists who got roped into his vanity trashfire. Except Nathan Fillion, who somehow came off looking better for it. Any warm feelings I have towards the man are for making some minutes of this atrocity bearable.

Fin.

#joss whedon #(derogatory)#much ado about nothing #nathan fillion #ig #since he's the only actor i named #i didn't want to point fingers at the other actors #because i don't know them and this film was stacked against them so bad #for all i know they're great when given half a chance #anyway next up is kenneth branagh's version #quite flawed imo but leagues ahead of this #and one i still have a lot of affection for

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v33n4-c4rn1s · 1 month

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༺PROM DATE༻

veena lambert x mare torres

I love them, school au time!!

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Oh Mare was nervous, his hands sweating, scratching at the back of his neck, The roses in his hands felt heavy. He seriously couldn't believe that he genuinely managed to get someone like her. To go out to prom, with him.

Veena lambert. Problem student. She would always tease him, her little 'sheep geek' as she said. The minute Mr.Nine sat the two together, she always found a way to get under his skin.

She would tug on his sleeve, play with his fingers, make the littlest comments about his love for learning.

"oh what a little nerd.."

Her tone, the way she spoke. It gave him goosebumps, his cheeks heating up while her nails would drag along his forearm.

He stood at her door, shaking hands knocking on the wood. His collar felt tighter, he swore he was sweating, his cheeks burning red.

He went to knock for a second time, the door swung open. A large man with a suit and tie on stood in front of him.

'shit. was that her dad?''

"oh uh! hello Mr lambert-!! i-"

".. who are you?."

Oh the accent was THICK. Italian perhaps? he had no clue. Suddenly his throat felt dry.

"oh uh..imhereforyourdaughter-'

He spluttered out. He held a hand out to shake, his whole body trembling. The older man's eyes were burning holes into his skull. To mare, one wrong move could have him as roadkill, veena's father had..hobbies.

"ohhh..yes you!! ah your the sweetheart lamb boy she's been gushing about all weekend!"

Mr.Lambert took a hold of mare's hand. Shaking it violently, his chest bouncing with the heavy chuckle that left his throat. Mare felt as if a weight had lifted off his shoulders, his heart rate slowing as he sighed, a grin on his face.

"it's so good to meet you sir!"

He baa'd softly as Mr.Lambert let his once trembling hand go.

"It's nice to finally put a face to the name! honestly, veena has been in her room for hours! you must be a special one! she's been talking about you non-stop! goodness I've never seen her so happy about a boyfriend before!"

Mare felt his own cheeks heat up even more, he chuckled softly, was he really that special to veena? he felt slightly lightheaded, the thought of her telling her dad about their relationship? goodness, too much for his little heart.

"Dad!!!"

Mares ears perked up. He couldn't see veena just yet, her father stood in front of her, raising his hands as he gasped.

"Oh there you are my little rose!! goodness Maria tidied you right up! you look stunning!!"

"You're not embarrassing me are you!?"

"of course not my petal! just simply stating facts!!"

Mare heard her groan, Mr.Lambert glanced behind him at Mare, sending him a little smile as he moved out of the way.

oh he was a goner.

Veena stood with her hands by her side. laced spider webbed gloves slid around her forearm. Her eyes tinted with black eyeshadow. eyeliner that was painted to look like spiderwebs settled on her face. Her lips dusted with her usual black lipstick. Purple jewels for earrings, a silver chain with a cross hung around her neck, the usual gemstone in the middle, nails still sharp and painted black. The bat clip in her hair was..sparkly now. Her dress was once again..per usual..black. a slit reaching her thigh. purple heels, a silver belt chain hung loosely around her hips. the top of the dress held up by two strips of black fabric.

"..take a picture. it lasts longer."

She grinned at him, sharp fangs poking at her lips as she moved towards him.

"These- are for you.."

He held out the roses, she took them from his shaking hands and looked down at them.

"Oh! these are lovely..you're such a sweetie! I'll put these in my vase!!"

she gently placed them on the table beside the door, Her father gently took them and handed them to his maid, Even she smiled at the couple..

Mare baa'd in surprise as her hands gently reached his chest.

"oh well don't you just look absolutely dashing."

She giggled softly, the fluff around his collar puffing up in surprise.

"ah- veena- please-"

He stuttered out, looking from her to her father. She watched his gaze, smiling slightly, spinning around to her father.

"we'll be back by 12 daddy!! promise!!"

She explained. Her hand reached to grab her father's. He nodded, kissing the top of her head.

"Very well! Matthew should be waiting on the drive for you both!"

Mr.Lambert chuckled as his daughter squealed happily, already halfway out the door.

Mare turned to follow but Mr.Lambert gently grabbed his wrist.

"I trust you..please look after her.."

He mumbled, a soft smile on his face. Mare nodded. patting his arm.

"Of course.."

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

It was loud. People dancing and drinking. A few times mare had managed to convince veena to at least try and dance and despite her growing nerves she did. They danced together. He had the opportunity to spin her around and hold her as close as he could, Peppering kisses to her cheeks as she squealed.

He knew his teachers were watching him, Mr.Nine took full pride in the couples relationship. As he would say:

"Hah! I sat them together! and now look! I'm a total matchmaker!"

Mare watched Veena's face soften, her eyes studying his face gently. They sat at a table together, his arm wrapped around her waist.

"You look,, really pretty.."

He muttered, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. She giggled softly, her hand placing over his.

"oh stop it..you're making me blush-"

Oh that smile of his had her heart racing.

The music changed. From quick paced to soft and slow. Mare's stomach bubbled with excitement.

He cleared his throat. Standing up and reaching his hand out too her.

"my lady.."

That stupid mock posh voice he spoke in had veena giggling like a child.

"May I have this dance?"

She played into his posh act.

"oh my good sir! I never thought you'd ask!"

She let her hand slip into his, the two of them slowly sliding into the small crowd of students.

His hands on her waist, hers resting on his shoulders as they swayed softly.

"Mare-"

Veena began, looking right up at him.

"..thank you for tonight, it's been..so much fun, I really couldn't imagine doing something like this with anyone but you.."

Oh his heart melted, Her head rested on his chest.

"Oh veena,, that's..really sweet, I couldn't imagine having anyone else in your place.."

The music came to a slow and gentle stop. The two of them pulled away, childish giggles falling from their lips.

"Fresh air?"

Veena suggested. He hummed in agreement.

She led him through the double doors, into the school's large garden. Sitting down at a bench together, the air cooling them both down.

"You're so beautiful,,"

He muttered, taking her hand and lifting it to his lips.

Despite how many kisses they'd given each other..neither one of them had actually kissed via lips.

Veena acted to change this, it was a perfect night. How could she miss this opportunity?

Her hand slid up to his face, cupping his cheek, the other rested on his shoulder. He seemed to understand her actions. His hands resting on either side of her waist.

They stared at each other for a moment. Mares cheeks had begun to heat up. Even Veena's face felt warm in the cool air of the evening.

She took a breath. Leaned in.

And kissed him.

He reciprocated almost immediately, Returning her kiss, his hands holding onto her, he didn't want to let her go.

God it felt good.

They pulled away. Breathing heavily. Veena burst into giggles at Mares face, a deep crimson.

He pulled her in closer. Her laughter caught onto him, making him laugh.

In all honesty, they'd remember this night for the rest of their lives.

Under the moonlight, together, sharing kisses over and over again. Never growing tired of the feeling they both shared.

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

"I told you she'd kiss him!!! you owe me a tenner!!"

Mr.Nine cheered, flipping Mr.Hack the bird, Who simply sighed. Pulling out his wallet.

"Yeah yeah whatever."

He rolled his 'eyes' handing his colleague the money.

"You were wrong!!!"

Mr.Nine would never let this down.

He'd have to put up with this all summer.

God how was he even-

"WERE YOU BETTING ON OUR FIRST KISS????"

#veena lambert x mare torres #veena lambert #mare torres #sonacouple #sona x sona #fanfic #romantic #i love these two so much grgrgrg

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fandommissingmoments · 1 year

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Physics Lessons (Dylan Lenivy)

Back home, Dylan had always found it easy to fall into the role of nerd. Sure, there had been times at school when he’d rather have figured out that he was good at anything else. Times when he hated that it was the frequency of radio transmission that stuck in his head, and not things that had larger followings to talk about. But summer camp changed all that. At Hackett’s Quarry he could be anyone he wanted to be. Nobody knew him, so if he decided he was going to be the funny man, he could take that plunge. If it failed, who cared? He’d never see those people again, and those that might have stayed in contact would be the good ones who wouldn’t care that he was a fulltime nerd as well as a funny man.

A week into camp, and Dylan thought he was doing well. Not once had somebody called him a nerd - at the very least, not in a malicious way. He laughed with Jacob even though back home he was the sort of jock he’d have avoided. He’d learnt to take the brashness of Kaitlyn on the chin because she was like that with everybody and not singling him out specifically. He’d even managed to speak to Ryan about a love of radio without coming on too strongly about the science behind it all, and the history that had been his obsession since childhood.

A young girl sat on the log near the fire pit. None of them were meant to be out, but he’d been tasked with the job of tracking down any wayward kids to make sure they were back in time for dinner. Emma had jumped at the chance to check the island with the treehouse, and that left him with the coast.

‘Hey,’ he said softly, hoping not to make the girl jump. She gave a start, but forced a small smile onto her face. The kind of smile he recognised as somebody trying to hide that they’d been upset. He tried desperately to remember her name. ‘You OK, Georgie?’

The girl nodded, the gesture slightly too much to be sincere, as she stood up.

Dylan shook his head and dropped to sit on the log beside her.

For a moment, he wondered if she might dash off back to the canteen herself. But, with a sigh far deeper than should have been possible for her, she dropped back to sit.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Prince was teasing me,’ she said, her attention on the toes of her shoes as she scuffed them in the dirt. ‘Said only nerds like physics.’

‘And there’s a problem with nerds?’ Dylan asked softly.

‘The way he said it there is,’ she grumbled, but he could see the tears glistening in her eyes. ‘I thought it’d be different here. But no. There’s…’ She looked at him quickly, a kid trying to find a word mean enough without swearing because she worried she’d get scolded for it.

‘Jerks?’ Dylan offered, before mentally berating himself. Mr. H had told them to be role models, that probably wasn’t the best way of doing that.

A small smile curled onto her face, and it made the comment worth it.

‘You know, cool people like physics too,’ he assured her.

‘Like who?’

Dylan took a breath, tried to school his features into something sincere enough that she’d understand he wasn’t just saying things to make her feel better. ‘I do.’

Georgie’s eyes widened dramatically. ‘You do?’

Dylan nodded, shifting on the log so that he was looking at her face on; she shifted to match him. ‘It’s how I got into the radio,’ he admitted. ‘But I wanted to be an astronaut when I was kid. So I tried to learn everything.’ He absently rubbed his jaw. ‘Radio kind of distracted me, though.’

‘Woah,’ she breathed, before her brow furrowed ever so slightly.

‘The only reason,’ he said, sensing where her thoughts had strayed to, ‘I’ve not done anything about it here, is because I thought people’d hate to think about school.’ He pulled a face, if only to gain a giggle from her.

‘But you would?’ Her eyes were bright, and Dylan wondered how anybody could have thought teasing her was a good thing to do. He made a note to tell Nick about it, to suggest that maybe Prince did some more sprints or something if his team lost. That was assuming Prince even liked the sports practice and wasn’t doing something else with his time.

‘If people want to learn, yeah. Now,’ he said, resting his hands on his knees and making a show of how difficult it was for him to stand, ‘I’m starving. Dinner?’

Georgie jumped up, the sadness of earlier seemed to have completely disappeared from her. Pride swelled in Dylan’s chest; perhaps if she could be brave enough to be herself at camp, he might find the courage to do the same eventually. But for now, having helped her with that was enough for him.

#Dylan Lenivy Fanfiction #The Quarry Fanfiction #Dylan Lenivy Missing Moments #The Quarry Missing Moments #Dylan Lenivy Headcanons #The Quarry Headcanons #Dylan Lenivy #The Quarry #Additional Character: Georgie

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elfyourmother · 2 years

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1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

For any pairings you feel you don't write enough about!

I don’t write nearly enough about Gisele/Urianger so here we go

Not to sound like a hipster but Gisele was attracted to Urianger from the very start of their acquaintance, even before his ShB ~glowup~. She’s a very bookish sort to begin with, which is not something he at all suspected of an adventurer, and it was the thing they bonded over most in the beginning. It helps of course that Gisele is very melodramatic and a hopeless romantic and so she was absolutely in love with Urianger’s poetic way of speaking. That it was ~archaic~ didn’t bother her in the slightest; if anything it made her feel better, because people were constantly commenting on her strong accent making her sound “old fashioned”*. And the feeling was very much mutual, which was a strong contributing factor for why they began having such ridiculously long conversations. She never had any problem understanding him either; sometimes, after a while, she would begin to unwittingly mimic him, even.

Urianger was so flustered by her, constantly, and her teasing him so much didn’t help in the slightest. But he was always intensely curious about her, from the very moment they met he found her incredibly alluring. It wasn’t just her looks, though that was very much an important part of it. It’s Gisele’s mind that Urianger was drawn to, as much as her physical body, how clever she was, the depth of conversation he could have with her about anything from tawdry bodice ripping literature to dense texts of arcane theory and esoteric philosophy.

And dear gods did he admire her skill with the arcane, how she made the most difficult things look so easy because of her strong intuitive sense for not just the mechanics of spellcasting but the underlying principles of aether manipulation. Urianger considers himself an omnidisciplinary mage, same as she does, and so he understands very well just how difficult it is to master these disparate skill sets. He watched in fascination and total admiration as Gisele grasp concepts that it took his peers in the Studium with all their expensive tutors ages to understand, if ever. This combined with how educated she sounded was one of the reasons that Urianger was utterly fascinated by Gisele’s unknown origins and why he was absolutely convinced for the longest time that she was a product of the Sharlayan colony. There was no way she’d gone without formal education, in his mind. (Of course, it all fell into place for him later one, when they discovered the truth.)

But they really did talk about all of these things, and more--they could and did talk for hours, alone in the library after everyone else had gone to bed, burning the midnight oil so to speak. Sometimes even until sunrise. She was just as drawn to Urianger’s mind as the reverse, but for Gisele it was a little different; always, there was this underlying current of nostalgia in doing this, a strange feeling of comfort and safety that gave her deja vu a lot. It made sense later on, after she got her memories back, because she realized those talks reminded her of the best times she had in the Circle, talking shop and being a nerd with her friends and lovers. It wasn’t all shop talk with Uri of course! She flirted outrageously and shamelessly with him, as is her wont. Gisele was always teasing him about just what was under his robes and the like. Asking if he had any ~spicy~ literature recommendations (and he did!). Things like that. Urianger was constantly flustered by her in the beginning, I have to be clear. And Gisele reveled in it.

*[Gisele’s accent is quite odd. Most of the time she speaks with a fairly thick fantasy Parisian-with-a-dash-of-Senegalese accent; it’s because her first language is Orlesian and her mother’s accent speaking the King’s Tongue was very strong, though with Dalish cadence and I pegged her clan as sounding Senegalese rather than Welsh. But because she was raised in the Circle around Fereldans, she has a bit of upper class British cadence at times to reflect that, as well as because she began code switching very early on because of being teased so badly there for being Orlesian. But being around Leliana so much made it come roaring back with a vengeance. To most Eorzeans she sounds like an old Elezen grandma, endearingly old-fashioned. To Coerthans she sounds Ishgardian. To Ishgardians she sounds like a noble of the Pillars, which broke their brains at first given that she’s not from there, especially since Ishgardien is very close to the Val Royeaux dialect she grew up speaking, though some of the Dalish slang is beyond them.].

#gisele surana #sexyback augurelt #otp: writ in the stars #askbox memes #oc memes #ship memes #smallest turtle #ask bisho

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mileapokp1677 · 2 years

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Three Steps to Win You (CH 5)

Title: Three Steps to Win You

Rating: M

Pairing: DaddyChan/Tankhun, Kinn/Porsche, Vegas/Pete

Category: M/M, AU Nerd-Jock

Summary: Accidentally, scientist Tankhun Theerapanyakul embarrassed footballer Captain Chan "Daddy" Knight in front of his coach, teammates and fans. He had to fulfill three tasks from the captain before his apology was accepted.

Chapter 5

(Tankhun POV)

Tankhun glanced at the clock on the laboratory wall, it was almost 6 pm. If he wanted to get to the lobby of the University Research Center on time, he'd better clean up now. Moreover, he still had to change his outfit and styled his hair, because no way in hell he allowed himself to be seen wearing super boring work clothes – white-shirt-black-pants, in a bar.

It's a good thing that Tankhun has developed this habit – carrying a change of clothes in his bag, ever since he was 12 years old. However, there is no such thing as casual preparation for Tankhun Theerapanyakul. Everything must match the accessories he wore that day. For example, today, he was wearing baby pink Burberry socks and sunglasses, so the change of clothes he brought with him was the Lanvin color-block sweater. Because in his world, baby pink goes well with any color.

As he watched his reflection on the mirror inside the Research Center locker room – FYI he looked pretty damn good – Tankhun’s mind drifted back to what happened 5 hours ago in the stadium parking lot. He had consciously given his word to the BSFC Captain to fulfill three tasks given to him as an apology.

“Fulfill three tasks for me then we're even.”

“Three!?”

“Yes, three.”

“We've only met twice! How can I be in your debt 3 times? It is mathematically and scientifically impossible.”

"I think the incident at the cafe alone deserves two tasks.”

“OH!”

“Have you ever seen what they said about me for the last two weeks? Have you ever bothered to check? I'm being generous here.”

“Fine! But I bought coffee for you today, so that counts as one. I only need to fulfill two more tasks.”

“Do you see me drinking any Frappuccino today? You were the one who drank it, sweetheart.”

“Oh, don’t you dare sweetheart me, mister! It’s Doctor.”

“My bad, Doctor, forgive me.”

"And I don’t need a reminder about drinking that… THAT!”

“Have a drink with me tonight.”

“What?”

“Or should I say… treat me to a drink tonight as your first task?”

“UN-believable.”

“Eh?”

“First Frappuccino and now this? My brother swears on his life that you are the most disciplined footballer in the whole planet. Guess you never know.”

“So? Do we have a deal?”

“Do I have a choice?”

At exactly 6.20 pm, Chan's Black Range Rover stopped right in front of Tankhun, who was already waiting in the lobby of the Research Center. He had offered Chan to just meet him at the bar, but he refused and insisted on picking up Tankhun. It's a matter of manners, he said.

“Very punctual,” commented Tankhun as he got into the car.

“It’s been ingrained in me since I was a little,” replied Chan.

“Of course.”

“Don't mean to be pretentious or anything but you haven't had dinner yet, have you? Because I'm hungry and my motto always is, never drink on an empty stomach,” explained Chan, who – Tankhun just stated a fact here, looked very dashing in black cashmere pullover and black jeans.

“You know what? I think that’s a great idea. I’m starving.”

“Good, I’m craving some deep fried. I know a place that sells the greasiest and to die for fish and chips.”

And again, the captain violated the dietary restrictions.

What is the matter with him?

This time, Tankhun decided not to let out his opinion on this matter, because at the end of the day, it was none of his business. But it looked like his poker face was failing.

“Oooh, that’s one hell of a judgy face there,” teased Chan.

“What a judgy face? This is what I called ‘my bitchy resting face’,” stated Tankhun, his chin up high in the air.

Without a warning, Chan burst out a hearty laugh and that laugh was contagious, because not long after, Tankhun also chuckled beside him.

Hm, maybe I can take advantage of his good mood.

"What do you say if I paid for dinner and we count it as the second task, so I only need to fulfill the last one?” asked Tankhun sweetly, exuding his charm to the max.

“Umh… NO. Nice try though.”

“Alright, there’s no harm in trying.”

Chan smiled at him, looking so amused. But the thing is Tankhun was not amused at all, unexplained things bothered him, like A LOT.

“Look, I know you will think of me as a nosy person but I can’t take this anymore. Everything just doesn't make any sense. I need some explanation,” begged Tankhun.

“But why? It’s not like my career or fitness have anything to do with you,” said Chan, too calm for his liking.

“The scientist in me just hates things that not make any sense, and the other reason is my youngest brother.”

“What about him?”

“I told you he’s your biggest fan,” answered Tankhun. “He’s the captain of the University Football Team. He admires you very much, follows all your training, your diet, playing style. He spends hours watching your videos about improving footwork. No offense, but if he ever finds out that all of these are just a facade, he'll be so heartbroken and I don’t want that.”

“We’re here,” said Chan as he parked his SUV on the side of the road near the food truck. “They only sell fish and chips here, and then there’s two options for chips: regular or extra.”

“Definitely extra.”

“Good choice.”

“Aren’t you going to order for us?” asked Tankhun, when he saw Chan still hasn’t moved from his seat.

Tankhun could sense that Chan wanted to ask him to do something but hesitated to say, then he saw the long line and crowd in front of the food truck, and everything became clear.

Ah~

“Give me your wallet, I’ll do it,” offered Tankhun.

“I think 200 Baths would be enough,” replied Chan as he put the money in Tankhun’s hand.

“Damn! I was so close to being able to steal the great Captain’s platinum credit card,” said Tankhun cheekily. “Be right back!”

Again, with an amused smile, it seemed like Chan was in a really good mood tonight. But of course, he was happy… he got the rare opportunity to order Tankhun Theerapanyakul around. Du~h!

Thank God, the owner and staff of the food truck were very efficient, less than 10 minutes and Tankhun was already back in the car, with two portions of fish and extra chips in his hand, the smell was divine.

Tankhun handed a pack to Chan, who immediately took one of the plump chips and put it in his mouth. "Ah, so good~"

Tankhun did the same and the chips were really good as promised. For a while no other sound was heard in the car except the sound of them munching their food.

“It’s not a facade,” said Chan out of the blue. “I’ve been very strict with myself ever since I was 12 years old.”

“So, what is this, then?” asked Tankhun, happily chewing his chips. “This is so damn good, by the way.”

“I told you so.”

“Go on.”

“Let’s just say, this is me being rebellious?”

“At 36!? Where were you when you were 17?”

“Being the perfect youngest center back of the BSFC team,” stated Chan, looking straight at Tankhun’s eyes.

“What I don’t understand is you can eat anything during the off-season, right? Because Kim also loosened his strict diet once the season ended. But the new season is about to start and you doing all of this is very strange to me.”

“Can it be called a rebellion if I do this when I’m allowed to do it?”

“Ah, good point.”

Chan gave him a little smile before continuing, “I just want to know how it feels, you know? My teammates in the youth team did it all the time, and I never allowed myself to follow in their footsteps. I wonder what the big secret is that makes them look so cocky and smug the next day after they do their thing.”

“And the first time you tried to do it, I screwed it up.”

“There, you said it.”

Tankhun had never felt so guilty towards Chan as he did now. "For what it’s worth, I'm truly sorry. Later on, at the bar, I will let you be as rebellious as you want. I'll zip my mouth shut and pay for everything."

“Let’s go then!”

*********

(Tankhun POV)

As they got closer to their destination – that’s the logic, right – Tankhun felt the road they were driving through for the past 15 minutes was very familiar. When Chan turned right after the last traffic light, Tankhun was 98% sure he knew where they were going.

“Are we heading to the Moonlight?” inquired Tankhun, he needed confirmation.

“Yes,” answered Chan, he sounded so excited. “I’m surprised you know about it, not many people know about this small jazz club.”

“Oh my God~ from all the places in Bangkok…” said Tankhun, still couldn’t believe the odds.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like the place?” asked Chan, slightly worried.

“No, no, I love that place. It’s just that Porsche is my brother-in-law.”

“You’re Kinn's older brother!?” shouted the captain.

It was so obvious that Chan was in shock, his mouth forming a perfect O.

“YUP!” said Tankhun, laughing at Chan’s shocked expression. “We have the same last name, don't you notice?”

“I never knew Kinn’s last name, we have always been on a first name basis,” explained Chan. “Oh God, what a small world.”

Suddenly, Tankhun sat up straight, as if he had just realized something and yelled, "OH, those two little bastards!!"

“What?” asked Chan. “What now? Don’t scare me.”

“Nothing,” answered Tankhun.

“Tankhun…”

“Ah, we’re here!” said Tankhun quickly, avoiding the question. “You’ll soon find out.”

As soon as Chan parked his car, Tankhun impatiently jumped out of the car and half ran toward the entrance. The atmosphere inside this lovely small jazz club, which was very friendly and inviting, couldn't stop Tankhun from rushing straight to the bar. He didn't even know whether Chan was still behind him or not.

"You two are so~~ DEAD!"

“P’!”

“Tankhun?”

"Good evening, Porsche... Kinn..."

"P'CHAN!?"

TBC

#daddy chan #tankhun theerapanyakul #chantankhun #au nerd_jock #kpts fanfic #kpts #slow build #kinnporsche #vegaspete #slow burn #kim theerapanyakul #everybody is a footballer #team as family #kpts boys

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Danny Fenton was half ghost. Or something.

No one was quite sure what that meant exactly or if it was even true. A ghost in a pure white suit had announced it during an attack on the town until he was beaten and silenced by Phantom. It’s been three days since then and the nerd hasn’t been at school. Not that Dash was looking for him or anything.

Dash worried, for just a second, that something bad happened to him. The Guys in White creeps had been asking questions around school the last few days. There’d been a noticeable lack in ghost attacks around town, maybe another ghost got to him? What about his ghost obsessed parents? Surely they wouldn’t have done anything to their own kid...

“Think Danny will be in school today?” Kwan whispered nervously, leaning in close to Dash’s side. Talking too loudly about the elephant, or ghost he guesses, in the room got people very forcefully interviewed by the government.

“Why the hell would I know?” Dash grumbled, shaking his friend off to shove his hands deep into the pockets of his letterman jacket. “No one knows what’s going on, Manson and Foley haven’t shown up either.”

“I hope they’re ok,” Kwan said quietly, looking down at the floor.

“Why do you care?” Dash grumbled, harsher than he meant to.

“You and everyone ditched me for Danny when Paulina was dating him, remember? Sam and Tucker were real pals and Danny, well he’s weird but not really that bad.” Kwan said bitterly before his eyebrows twisted in confusion. “That was actually pretty out of character for Paulina to date him now that I think about it, maybe he was, like, using ghost magic to control her?”

“That’s stu-” Dash was interrupted by the usually noise of Casper High going dead silent. He and Kwan shrugged at each other. He saw Star down the hallway, staring at something. He caught her eye and mouthed What is it at her. Her eyes slid back over to the hall before mouthing Fenton back.

“Shit,” Dash couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Fenton’s here.” He glanced over at Kwan, trying to hide his nervousness. “Guess we’ll find out if he’s some sort of ghost freak after all.”

Kwan eyed him for a second, “you know if Danny really is half of a ghost then maybe you’ll want to quit it with the names.” The warning bell rang for first period. “You guys have homeroom together with Lancer, right? Just, I don’t know, don’t make him mad or anything.”

“Man, don’t even joke,” Dash said with a strained smile. “It’s Fenton, what’s the nerd gonna do?”

XxX

Fenton always sat in the back right of the class so seeing him there wasn’t that strange. What was strange was that he was there before the bell rang, not looking sweaty or exhausted or beaten up. Seeing him sitting there with an almost bored expression, casually leaning one arm over the back of his chair. It was eerie, seeing Fenton try to act normal. Dash felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on his head as he stiffly walked by the nerd he usually smacked when he walked by. He thought he felt Fenton’s icy eyes following him as he passed. Dash made sure he didn’t scurry like a wimp to his seat but it was a close thing.

“Class, please stop staring at Mr. Fenton and let us begin,” Lancer sighed, unsuccessfully trying to start the class.

“Do you know the ghost boy?” Paulina asked, slamming her palms on her desk and ignoring their teacher. “Because if you’ve been holding out on me-”

“I mean everyone in Amity Park knows him,” Fenton shrugged. He’d been so chill this morning, like the whole thing wasn’t bothering him. It only made Dash more antsy. He bounced his leg under the desk.

“Can you do anything cool? Like fly or shoot lasers from your eyes?” Mikey asked, leaning forward with curiosity.

“I can do lots of cool things,” Fenton sniffed. “I know a lot about the space program and local astronomy. I draw sometimes and I’m think I’m pretty good. I also have super flexible joints so I can do this.” He grinned a little as everyone squealed when he bent his thumb back so far it nearly touched his wrist. “Of course,” his grin turned into an eye roll, “no one really cares about that only my supposed superpowers.”

“What is a half of, exactly? What that ghost called you?” Dash found himself asking. He almost didn’t want to be heard but Fenton turned to look at him anyways.

“What do you think it means?” Fenton questioned back. Though he had a teasing smirk, his eyes looked dull and dead. Dash couldn’t look at them and ducked his head.

“Alright, alright, enough with the questions. The Fenton’s gave Danny a clean bill of health and allowed him to rejoin class so that’s all you kids need to know. Now, back to what we were actually talking about.” Class continued as expected but everyone still snuck glances at Fenton. He’s not sure what they were all waiting for, him to suddenly turn green or sprout horn or whatever. But Fenton just sat there, still as anything, trying to act normal and it just didn’t fit him right and it was all just. Wrong.

XxX

Dash was relieved Fenton wasn’t in his second or third period classes but they did have the same lunchtime. For the first time since he was skinny, bucktoothed 6th grader, Dash wanted to hide away and eat his lunch in private. But Fenton wasn’t the only one trying to keep up appearances.

“Alright, what has everyone got,” Paulina was whispering to the table by the time Dash was sitting down. “The day is halfway over, someone had to have seen him doing something ghostly.”

“I mean we don’t know how long he’s been like this,” Star commented, flipping her hair as pretense to sneak a glance at the loser trio near the back entrance of the cafeteria. “He could’ve been hiding his for a while.”

“Fenton’s always been weird,” Dale commented with a sneer, stabbing at his beefaroni. “Since day one, he’s been jumpy and clumsy and goes through weird mood swings.”

“Maybe he’s never been normal,” Kwan said with a little frown. Now Dash knows this wasn’t true. He was the only one at the table who’d gone to the same middle school as Fenton. The nerd had talked too much about space and was always tripping over something but he’d been like all the other annoying brats in middle school. Dale was onto something, Fenton had changed once high school hit which means whatever is up with him as been going on for a while. Years.

He suddenly felt eyes on him, a cold, crawling feeling that made his breath catch in his throat. Dash squeezed his eyes shut and breathed a silent sigh of relief as the eyes turned from him. They didn’t return but Dash found he couldn’t eat after that.

XxX

“Dude, did you hear about Fenton?” Victor said in an excited but still hushed whisper as Dash was leaving fifth period.

“No, what did he do?” Dash asked with dread.

“He had gym last period and apparently he’s been faking his loser weakness. He crawled up the rope climb like a goddamned spider monkey and then slid himself back down. Don’t know how he didn’t have intense rope burn from that. He also beat Charlie, Katie and Veronica on the sprinting portion. Must be those ghosty genes.”

“Fenton did all that?” Dash asked, he bit the inside of his cheek. Hard.

“Yeah it was crazy, I thought Tetslaf was gonna pass out,” Victor laughed. “Maybe we should get him to try out for the football team, he’d be a great running back or-”

“Come on, Vic,” Dash laughed but the sound came out wrong. “Why would we want Fenton on our team? He’s, he’s Fenton! Just a skinny, weird little wimp.” Vic side-eyed him a bit before clapping Dash on the back.

“World’s changing, Dash. First ghosts, now half ghosts, it’s all wrong but you just gotta roll with it. All I know is I have 2 years left in this hell hole before I leave this miserable place for Chicago and never look back. I recommend you do the same, after all,” Vic grinned again but it was sharper. “Fenton’s always been your personal punching bag, not every day you learn your victim has superpowers.”

“We don’t know what the hell is up with Fenton,” Dash defended. Vic just shrugged.

“Yeah but he’s always been a freak now we know he ain’t human. Who knows what else he’s hiding?” Vic said with a smug smile before wandering off, giving a halfhearted wave over his shoulder as he left.

Dash stood in the hallway, trying to get himself under control until the warning and late bell rang. Only then, when he was certain he wouldn’t run into Fenton, did he head to class.

XxX

“Should we follow him, see where he goes?” Paulina said, biting onto one of her nails in nervous excitement. Paulie was gorgeous and overall pretty cool but her thing with ghosts sometimes tired Dash out. Now more than ever.

“Come on, that’s like stalking,” Kwan scolded. “Even if that wasn’t illegal or whatever it’s just not cool. They had a rough day today, leave ‘em alone.” That icy chill returned and Dash looked out of the corner of his eye to see Fenton and his cronies walking out of the school.

Truthfully, Dash didn’t think Fenton had that bad of a day. Yeah people were asking questions but he’d side stepped them all, gave non-answers. Other people talked about Fenton’s supposed strength in gym but there’d been conflicting reports, some said he flew up the rope climb, others said he levitated doing his push ups. Dash really didn’t know what to believe. Fenton was just acting, well, like Fenton. He paused for a second, stopped walking before catching up with the group.

Maybe... maybe Dash was getting caught up over nothing. There really was no proof Fenton was this ‘half of’ other than what one dumb ghost said. He thought back to Fenton’s grin during first period; stupid nerd was probably milking his 15 minutes of fame and bully free time. His earlier fear and uncertainty burst into flames until a familiar anger was burning in his gut. Now this he knew what to do with.

“Yeah, well his day is about to get rougher,” Dash heard himself say as he stomped off to where Fenton was smiling tiredly at something Manson was saying. “Hey Fentonio! Think you’re pretty cool with every paying attention to you but I-”

Fenton gasped suddenly, like a hiccup only his breath misted out in front of him cold as a winter’s day. Dash stopped midsentence watching as Fenton’s whole face twisted. His earlier weary but tolerant annoyance that he’d been projecting all day was stripped away. He glared at Dash with an expression that was hard as ice and full of an exhaustion and bitterness he couldn’t begin to understand.

“As payment for being forcibly outed,” Fenton spoke up loudly enough that most of the school yard could hear him. “I was promised a week.” His eyes slowly but methodically scanned the crowd who had frozen in place at his authoritative tone. “Where I didn’t have to deal with ghosts, so I want to know... Who is trespassing on my haunt.”

Fenton’s mouth opened impossibly wide revealing what seemed like rows of sharped teeth. He curled his fingers into claws and, looking closer, his fingernails had indeed become real claws, as sharp and deadly as his teeth. His eyes blazed an impossible, ectoplasmic green and his dark hair developed streaks of white. He was terrifying, monstrous, but he was still Fenton. That feeling that had been eating at dash all day came back full force. Not the realization that Fenton had powers or whatever but that he had been hiding it in plain sight through ghost attacks and bullies and failing grades. This had always been Fenton, they just hadn’t seen. Until now that is.

And now the script had flipped and Dash didn’t know how this Ghost Fenton, who still was the same Fenton Dash had wedgied last Wednesday, fit. A green blob ghost materialized over by stairs, quivering and wailing in some ghost language. It turned and fled, presumably in the direction of the Fenton Portal to escape Fenton’s wrath. Fenton’s glowing eyes tracked it for a moment before he straightened up from his hunched posture and... was human again.

He brushed his hands through his black hair, lazily blinked blue eyes and, when he smiled, his teeth were normal. But Dash had seen, they all had. He’d let them see but to what end, he had no idea. Fenton turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow and another small smirk, just as tired as earlier.

“Sorry about that Dash, I take my vacation time very seriously. You were saying?” Fenton said with a smug lilt but his eyes were still dead and there was a bit of fear in them now. Despite his powers, he still gripped his backpack tightly.

“When your dumb little vacation’s up, Fentionail,” Dash said with a shaky voice. “It’s-it’s back to business, okay? Punches and wedgies and locker shoving. You,” he voice cracked a bit and he fought it down. “It’ll ramp up now that I know you can take it.” Fenton blinked, once then twice before he smiled. This time it wasn’t annoyed or scary or fearful but like the dumb grins he usually gave his dumb friends.

“Yeah okay, we’ll start back up next week. The usual time?” Dash nodded, not knowing what else to say. “Alright, see you around.” He turned to walk away before pausing and turning back. “Actually you should be careful on who you shove into lockers, it can get hard to breathe in there and not everyone can phase out of them. You never know who’ll turn up dead,” he grinned and his eyes flashed green again, “if only half.”

That said, he and his friends walked away, ignoring the stares of the entire school on them. “Oh and it’s halfa, not half of,” Fenton called out over his shoulder. “I’m not half of anything, I’m just a whole me even if the details get a bit complicated.”

“Bye Danny, see you tomorrow,” Kwan called after with a grimace. No one else said anything for a minute until Dash found the strength to move his legs from where they’d been planted. He clenched his fists to hide his shaking and continued his walk home. Everyone else slowly did the same, talking quietly among themselves.

“What the hell was that?” Dale asked in a nervous high pitched voice. “What the hell did I just see?”

“Fenton being a weirdo but that’s nothing new,” Dash shrugged with a confidence he didn’t have yet. But if Fenton could show up to school after being outed and then willingly show them his inhumanity, then Dash needed to up his game. Couldn’t let the nerd be cool or anything. “So what if he glows or whatever, he’s still Fenton. Look I gotta get home, it’s Pookie’s feeding time and he is NOT going to believe the day I had.

#danny phantom #*presses fingers to lips* this is not the story I intended to write #not entirely sure what I did intend but it wasnt this #it started out with danny being outed as half ghost with no other context and ended up like this #i'll clean and edit in the morning but for now #here's whatever the hell this is #I'll fix it in the mornign

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