#I was so fucking nervous when I heard that they were putting her and hamster man in this game but god she's been so wonderful

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Most cursed ass thing about BG3 is the way it makes me think "I should replay BG1." Literally the voice of the devil

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Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Beta: @the-most-slyterin-hufflepuff & @punkkkboi

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death/suicide, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Chapter 13:

Anchors Away

Clay was bored, wandering around the mall with nothing to do. Thomas was at practice, Noelle was at work at the aquarium. He was alone again and he really didn’t like it. Leo was busy cleaning the apartment for his mom who is showing up later tonight and Reg was hanging out at the rink.

Clay thought about going to the rink but everytime he goes for longer than 20 minutes he gets a head cold. He was walking past a recently closed store and heard faint music coming from inside. He walked in and noticed a small table set up with two men who were jokingly singing along to the song.

Clay took note of all the posters around the small store.

‘Feeling like you need a purpose in life?’ Yeah, he does. Everyone around him is doing actual things with their lives. Reg has started going to art school for errotic photography and portraits. Leo has been selling horses over video calls with rich clients and helping his mother set up times for the clients to go down and visit the horses at the ranch. Obviously, the hockey boys are playing hockey. Noelle is a year away from graduating and was recently promoted, and Clay just kind of existed…

Leo jokingly called him a houseboy when he mentioned how he just stays at home and cleans, now that's all he is ever called by Leo and Reg and it really makes Clay feel worthless. He knows they don’t mean anything by it but…. It still stings.

He moves on to the next poster. “Want financial benefits, healthcare, and more?”

That would be nice, to make his own money for once instead of his parents randomly filling his account with too much money. Something he knows he shouldn’t complain about but he wants to make a name for himself.

‘Join the U.S Navy.’ He paused, he doesn’t know a lot about his birth family, but he does know they were in the military. He has no clue which branch and he knows if he asked his parents they would help him in a heartbeat. But maybe this was a way to find out on his own.

He left the mall feeling lighter, a pep in his step.

He just enlisted in the navy. He was going to make something of himself and maybe even feel like he isn’t just watching his friends and partners pass him by.

Then it hit him, the one thing Leo and him promised each other they would never do is join the military. Because they both know how it fucks people up. Leo lost his uncle, and Clay’s dad lost his own father to PTSD from not having proper care after. Maybe he just screwed up…. But there was no going back now. He wouldn’t.

Walking in the house, Noelle was looking beautiful. She was wearing a pair of sweats rolled up twice at the waist and one of Clay’s old ratty t-shirts. Her curly hair was in her normal ponytail and she was putting on her sneakers. She looked tired from work.

Earlier in the week when Clay and Leo announced Eloise was coming to visit for a few days Noelle started stressing immediately. She has always worried about meeting parents because they always seem to dislike her when they first lay eyes on her, she blames it on her chronic RBF. Clay reassured her that Eloise would love her and actually already loves her from all the stories Clay has told her on her weekly calls.

Eloise was coming tonight, fuck! It was his birthday today and he forgot to mention it! Oops...

Thomas was sitting next to her, freshly showered in his own sweats and t-shirt looking relaxed, he was wearing some socks with little hamsters on them that Clay found for him a while ago. It made his heart jump and he felt his face stretch into a smile. He was scrolling through his phone and Thomas’ whole face opened up in a bright smile as soon as he saw Clay. He made Clay feel so special in a specific way, a way that is so different from how Noelle does and he loves them both.

He needs to tell them that.

“I have something to tell you guys… honestly, I don’t know how you will react but what's done is done.” He puts his hands in his jean pockets and taps the hell of his boots to the toe of his other boot. He was fidgeting and knew the other two noticed. It made him even more nervous.

“That doesn’t sound like good news.” Thomas looks at him a bit worried. His smile was still there but it fell slightly and Clay just wanted to fix it. He noticed Noelle had paused stomping on her shoes, oddly similar to Logan, it made him want to stop what he was going to say but… communication is important!

“Well, I first need you guys to promise me something, then I will make Finn and Logan promise the same thing when we see them because I know I will have to tell them.” He has to tell them, so they are ready for Leo just, not being okay.

And it was all gonna be Clay’s fault.

“What's the promise?” Noelle finishes putting on her shoe and looks up at him. She is trying her best to keep her face neutral but he could tell the wheels were turning in her brain.

“Do not tell Leo, I need to be the one to tell him… and I know he isn’t going to react well. Same goes for Reg but I will probably tell him a lot sooner than Leo.” He keeps on switching his feet that he is tapping and finally looks at them.

It’s now or never.

“I enlisted in the navy today.”

“Okay, Reg and I are going to pick up Ma and then we will be right back!” Leo has been all smiles all day. Finn knew he was close to his mom but this is just adorable.

“Drive safe!” Leo and Reg wave as they leave the apartment and as soon as the door closes Clay is standing in front of Finn and Logan who are snuggled together on the couch. Logan was wrapped up in Leo’s favorite blanket that his grandpa made for him before he passed away. It was a woven blanket with an image of Peanut on it. That blanket has seen Leo and Clay in their worst moments.

He was surprised Logan wasn’t scared of it given his fear of horses.

“Alright you two, I need to tell you something and it needs to be kept secret from Leo and Reg, if you so much as tell them a peep I will never forgive you. That will make family reunions super awkward.” Finn looks up from his phone where he and Logan were reading the comments on their latest tiktok on their joined account.

“Don’t look at me.” Finn raises his hand on surrender and looks at Logan who rolls his eyes annoyed and snatches Finn’s phone away to keep reading the comments.

“I enlisted in the navy-” Clay didn’t even get the full sentence out before Logan had thrown the phone down on the cushion next to him and Finn covered his mouth with his hand looking shocked.

“YOU DID WHAT?”

“Mama!” Leo hugs Eloise tightly as she drops her bags to hug him back. “How was the flight?” He squeezes her tightly before noticing her new hearing aid is flashing is three blinks then a pause and three more blinks. “I think your hearing aid is dying. Make sure to charge them when we get home.” She either ignores him or doesn’t hear him even though she can normally hear him this close.

“Rick was a great pilot as always, even let me bring y’all some moonshine he made. It's watermelon and raspberry!.” Eloise pulls away after one last squeeze and sees Reg and her smile widens. “Reg! I’m so happy you’re here!” She waits for him to open his arms as an invitation to hug him so she knows he is comfortable with her touching him and she does as soon as he opens his arms. Tighter than she did Leo. “Have you been eating well? How about sleeping? Did you ever enroll in college?”

“Yes, yes and yes.” Reg can’t help but laugh when she picks him up still hugging him and sways him around. He isn’t used to this much affection from a mother figure but… they love it.

“I’m so proud of you for following your dream.” She pulls away and smiles at him with a sincere smile and brushes his hair back. “Your hair looks nice by the way.”

“Thank you.” Reg and Leo help her with her bags and pack them into the truck and drive the short way back to the apartment. Talking about everything and anything. The door man sends a wink Eloise’s way and she holds up her left hand where her wedding ring is. Letting him know she is taken. Walking up to the apartment they smell an odd smell through the door and everyone shares a look.

“I promise it doesn't normally smell this way unless… oh no.”

“What does that mean!?” She leans over to Reg to whisper as Leo fiddles with his key in the lock.

“It means Finn and Logan tried to cook something.” Reg whispers to Eloise as Leo opens the door, Clay was the first to greet them, smiling his million dollar smile he hugs Elosie so tight it surprises her.

“Hello Bluebell! I was surprised I didn’t see you at the airport. How are you doing sweetheart! Twenty years old today! You’re all growing up so fast.” She kisses his forehead and they pull apart. “You look good. Your mother wants you to call her later tonight so she can sing happy birthday.”

“It's your birthday!” Noelle pipes up and looks at Clay offended. “And you didn’t tell us!” He cringes before turning to her.

“Oh, I guess I forgot.” He walks over to her and kisses her cheek while Eloise puts her hand on her chest from just how cute they are.

“Seems like that should have been the first thing you told us this morning instead of, ‘ I feel like a jellyfish’.” Thomas laughs a little and kisses both Noelle and Clay’s cheeks. “So cute.”

“It slipped my mind!”

“Okay, what is that smell?” Leo leads Eloise towards the kitchen after she is done fawning over how cute those three are. Finn and Logan are suspiciously standing in the way of the countertop right next to the stove. “What are you hiding?”

Finn turns bright red and Logan looks anywhere but Leo. Eloise sets her purse on the counter and walks over to them, giving them both kisses on the cheek.

“What did you make us?”

“Well… we tried to make a cake from your cookbook-”

“It didn’t go very well.” They both move to the side to reveal a lopsided cake with some diluted frosting dripping off and random coconut flakes floating around on it. “Can you at least tell what it is?” Logan casually turned the plate so the ‘good side’ was facing Leo and Eloise.

“Umm… not really. Do you mind just telling us?” Eliose was examining the cake, trying to figure out what cinnamon cake she had in her cookbook. None that she can remember.

“Something called,” Finn walks over to the book and notices Clay and Reg standing to the side with their phones up and probably recording. “Divinity Cake.” The room was suddenly really still and quiet. Eloise looked like she was about to cry and Leo was just staring at the cake in shock.

Then Eloise brokedown in laughter, to the point where she was laughing so hard she was on the ground holding her stomach and crying. Finn and Logan were visibly confused and looked to Leo for an explanation, only to find him trying to conceal his laughter in the crooks of his arm.

“Oh my god! What is so funny?” Logan looks at the cookbook and then back at the cake. It looked terrible but they tried their best! They didn’t burn the house down at least.

“Oh my lovely lovely boys.” Leo wraps an arm around both their shoulders and pulls them in close so they are all cheek to cheek for a moment. “Divinity cake is usually cooked for your in-laws in the south.. To prove you are worthy of being a good wife.” explains through his laughing breaks. “This is amazing.”

Eloise eventually stands up and dabs her eyes so she doesn’t smear her makeup. Pulling the two embarrassed boys into a tight hug. “Y’all are so sweet. Thank you for the cake.” She gives them both sloppy kisses on the cheeks and then pats where she just kissed. “Alright I’m going to put my things in the guest room and then we can cook something up for y’all to eat.” She smiles and takes most of her bags to the guest room but forgets her purse. “Finn, would you be a dear and grab my purse for me?” She calls out and Finn being the sweetheart he is, grabs the bag and tries to take it with him as he walks past.

The bag won’t budge, Leo is watching with a smile on his face and his arms crossed. Finn tugs at the bag again and eventually gets it off the counter, it nearly knocks him over with how heavy it is. He scurried to Eloise’s room and gave it to her. She holds it like it’s nothing.

He makes his way back over to Leo and sinks into his chest, his face buried in his neck. Logan is still poking the cake, showing off just how gelatinous it is. Clay and Reg are comparing videos that they took and laughing at how they zoomed in on different faces. Sending them to each other.

“I’m sorry we messed up the cake.” Finn looks up at Leo and sees the sweetest little smile, showing his dimples off. Finn has noticed Leo’s tan from the summer is fading and it is making the small scar across his nose more prominent. It was cute.

“Honestly, it’s better than anything else y’all have made. Plus, now Mama can teach you how to make it the right way for the next time she visits.” Leo kisses his eyebrow and wraps his arms around him as Finn pouts even more. Logan eventually makes his way over and rests his head on Leo’s shoulder.

“Maybe it still tastes good?” He closes his eyes and rubs his cheek on Leo’s soft shirt and tough shoulder, massaging his jaw muscles. His arms are crossed.

“We can try it afte Mama and I make some food, how about y’all pick out what you want so she can put on her mini cooking show.” Leo feels the boys lean off of him and smiles as he watches them pour over each page of the book looking for a meal they want.

“Alright, I’m ready to cook.” Eloise comes back into the room and gathers everyone so they are sitting on the other side of the counter, unless they are Reg or Leo because they are allowed to help cook. Finn and Noelle have taken the two seats while Clay and Thomas are on either side of them watching and Logan is in between them.

They all watch as Eloise explains what she is doing in hopes it helps them understand and make them want to try and make this on their own. Logan gets in trouble for focusing on Leo instead of what she is teaching and she gives him a smirk.

“You remind me a lot of Wyatt, you know that? Around the same height too.” She smiles as she fiddles with her ring after she washed her hands to get the rest of the flour off her hands. Leo is watching the food in the oven as he leans against the counter and nods in agreement with her.

“I do?” Logan looks at her a little confused, he sadly never got the chance to meet Wyatt but he always pictured him as more of the strong and silent type who was also tall, giving Leo his extra few inches of height.

“He was 5’10 and the sweetest man I have ever met, he was goofy and carefree like Finn and always had this hard look in his eyes like you do. Unless he was looking at Leo or I, or in your case Leo. Please don’t look at me like that.” Leo snorts and smiles.

“That would be kinda weird.” He turns his head over his shoulder and smiles at his boys. “Why don’t we tell them some stories about dad? I never really talk about him because… well, it still hurts.” Eloise smiles a little sad at her son and gives his arm a comforting squeeze. Her love language.

“Well, he was in the air force.” She notices Clay looking away, Noelle suddenly looks uncomfortable and Thomas looks a little sad. Something was off. “He and his twin brother Wess joined at the same time, and flew fighter jets together. His brother was shot down and Wyatt made Leo promise to never join. After he came back he vowed to never leave again. He kept his promise.” She smiles at the image of him coming home still fresh in her mind. “He was in love with music, sometimes I think he loved music more than us. He tried to get Leo to learn how to play instruments but the poor boy is so tone deaf he couldn’t figure anything out.” She laughs a little as Leo smiles. “I remember when Leo was being taught the guitar Wyatt would be thrown into laughing fits when Leo would play the wrong chords and smile up at him like he just did something.”

“I thought I did!” Leo laughs a little and turns around to face everyone else. “Look It took me forever to learn rhythm, and now I can dance like there is no tomorrow… still can’t sing though.”

“Ahmen!” Clay pipes up and ducks as Leo throws a spoon at him.

“Shut up!”

“Wyatt did manage to teach Clay how to play fiddle somehow, do you still play?” Eloise checks the food in the oven and determines it's not done.

“I haven’t played since… yeah I haven’t played in a while.”

“He was so proud of you. Wyatt was also a sportsman. He loved sports, especially baseball. So when Leo came home and told Wyatt he joined the team, they went out back and played catch for, I don’t know, hours.”

“My arm was sore the next day.”

“He came to every single game of Leo’s besides one, and was his biggest fan. He made shirts with Leo’s player picture on them and wore them to every game. No matter how many times Leo begged him not to!” The timer goes off and Reg gets the food out of the oven.

“Is this done?” He asks, Eloise comes over to check and nods.

“Looks good! How about we eat?” She smiles and has everyone line up so she can dish it out for them.

Thomas and Noelle are getting ready to leave when Eloise asks Clay to join her outside. He gives them a worried look but follows her. Outside is cold, and there is a bit of snow on the railing of the balcony.

“Talk to me Clayton, something is wrong, I noticed it earlier.” She looks at him and taps her foot as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. “Clayton.”

“I joined the navy, and I haven’t told Leo, and I ask that you don’t tell him either because he needs to hear this from me.” He is looking out at the traffic below so he doesn’t have to watch her face. He knows she is upset with him.

“Is that what you really want to do?” She walks up next to him and joins him in looking at the traffic. Clay has always admired how strong Eloise is, she has been through a hell of a lot and still has this calm and stable energy.

“Yes.”

“Then you made the right choice.” She turns and looks at him, smiling in a way that he knows is trying to hide her sadness. She ruffles his hair as he finishes his cig and puts it out on the bottom of his boot. “Have you told Noelle and Thomas?”

“Yeah.” He knows his short answers sound hostile but he wants to be away from this conversation.

“They support you?” She always makes sure he has support, it hurts sometimes. Like he can’t just get support himself and he always needs help.

“Yes.” She nods and walks back towards the door.

“Then you better spend as much time with them as you can.” She goes inside, leaving Clay to think about everything by himself.

It was dangerous.

He walks back inside and they leave. Noelle turns around from the passenger seat and smirks at Clay. He was in for a fun night.

“I’m off to bed boys, we have a busy day tomorrow!” Elosie kisses her boy's cheeks and walks to her room.

“I like you mom.” Logan says as he tackles Leo to the ground straddling his back with his scented markets in hand. He tugs at Leo’s shirt, he complies and takes it off. Logan has been dying to do this all day.

“I hope not too much!” Leo crosses his arms under his head until Finn sits down next to him and he pulls his thigh so it's underneath Leo’s head. Leo shivers as the cold marker hits his skin and Logan begins coloring.

“What other stories do you have about Wyatt?” Finn rubs his fingers over Leo’s short hair that has really grown out over the past month, it was starting to curl at the ends making Leo look sweet.

“He used to read to me when I was little, then when I was able to read I would read to him until he fell asleep and started snoring.” Leo smiles and Finn can feel it on his leg. “He was also my coach for little league baseball for a bit and he was great but not everyone liked that he was my dad. Other parents thought I was getting special treatment. Also he would argue with the umpires and get in trouble!” Leo bursts out laughing and Logan gorans.

“Leoooooooooo! Be still!” Leo calms down and lets Logan keep coloring the flowers of his back piece.

“Sorry sorry, I just remembered when he got kicked out of a game because an umpire called Clay out when he was safe. It was hilarious. He called the umpire a muppet.” Smiling Leo yawns and blinks a few times.

“You can fall asleep, we will wake you up and go to bed when Logan finishes.” Finn is scrolling on his phone and is petting Leo’s head as he feels it get heavier with sleep. Finn looks up at Logan after making sure Leo is asleep.

“We need to tell him we love him.”

“Yeah, we do.” They smile at each other and share a peck before going back to what they were doing.

The next morning Finn and Logan wake up with a Leo sized dent in the bed and not Leo. They wander out to the kitchen and get smacked in the face with the smell of blueberry pancakes. They float into the kitchen and smile at the sight. Eloise has her hair in curlers and is in a thick grey robe and Leo’s sweatpants because she doesn’t own a pair. Her face is free of makeup and it shows how well she has taken care of her skin over the years. She is flipping a couple of pancakes while Leo sips on some apple juice. Just chatting away about the plan for today.

“Okay so after family skate is the party at Pascal and Celeste’s.”

“I won’t be at family skate dear, I have some work to do today.” She puts the last pancake on a plate, making sure that each plate has two, she takes two plates over to the table while Leo carries the other two.

“Ma, you promised me you wouldn’t work while you were here.” He sighs and sets the plates down. He sighs and sits down, not noticing the other two people in the room, he starts poking at his pancakes with his cheek on his hand and elbow on the table. Sulking.

“I know sweetheart but these people are someone who your Daddy tried to sell to for years. They plan to get two mares and then I will be at the party. On time. I promise.” She puts the dishes from cooking in the sink and fills the pancake batter bowl with hot water before grabbing her cup of coffee and walking over to sit next to Leo.

Logan and Finn share a look. They shouldn’t be listening to this.

“Okay but, just please be there towards the beginning of the party. I want to introduce you to my-... the team.” Leo furrows his brow not understanding why he about called the lions his team, when he doesn’t even play hockey.

“I will try my best, Merigold.” She pats his hand and Logan and Finn make their entrance, yawning and stretching as they walk over to the table. “Morning boys.”

“Morning!” Finn smacks a kiss on Leo’s temple as he walks past and Logan does the same, taking their seats and chowing down.

Later that day Eloise was putting her hair in a ponytail as she checked to make sure there were no creases in her uniform. Well, it's not a uniform but what she likes her and Leo to wear when they go to sell.

A black tall-neck turtle neck with long sleeves and tight to the body. Some khaki colored riding pants with tall back socks and brown riding boots. Professional yet comfortable. She was selling to the Malfoy family today, the father is buying these mares for his sons wedding coming up. She is still convinced that they only want their mares because Wyatt is gone, making Knut horses more desirable.

They were in contact with Wyatt for years and were not very nice. She knows she needs to make this sale though. Walking out to the living room to grab her purse she sees Leo moping on the couch by himself. She sighs out of her nose, walking over to him and petting the top of his head.

“I promise I will be there tonight, with moonshine.” She smiles as Leo rolls his eyes.

“I trust you.” Then he stood and gave her good luck and a hug before walking back to his bedroom… not the master bedroom. She takes a deep breath and leaves the apartment.

The rink was cold, Leo was bundled up in his new coat, hat and gloves while rocking his normal jeans and boots. His brand new skates were in hand, not broken in so he was wearing two pairs of tall socks just to help against blisters. Clay actually owned a pair of skates and has been skating since he was younger because he has family in Montana that he would visit for the holidays.

Jerk.

Leo was sitting in Finn's stall just trying to stay warm while he watched Noelle tie one of Clay’s skates and Thomas tie the other. Leo had to admit, he was so happy for Clay, seeing him with that sappy smile makes Leo know that he’s okay. He never smiled like that with Ashley.

Logan walks over to him, completely ready to skate and looking good. He was wearing his favorite well worn sweats and Leo’s new thrifted sweater that was dark green, showing off his eyes. He was wearing his normal cap backwards and Leo has always found it funny that Logan will never wear a hat forwards.

“Ready to get laced up?” Leo nods and holds out a skate to Logan. “You’re very quiet right now, are you that cold?” Leo just narrows his eyes and gives a short nod. Logan shows him how to lace up and once his other skate is on he stands up and nearly falls over.

“This is going to be terrible… is there a dentist nearby? I have a tendency to fall teeth first into the ground.” Licking over his chipped tooth absentmindedly he looks around. There were kids running around in skates and jumping into other players arms. He smiles a bit and rests his elbow on Logan’s head who is wear much more worn down skates so Leo is a fucking giant to him. “You’re the perfect height.”

“Yeah yeah, lets watch you try and walk. Then we can find Finn who I’m guessing is talking to Syd.” Logan helps Leo take a few steps knowing Leo has no balance at all. In skates or not. He has witnessed this name trip over nothing.

“Whose Syd?” Leo starts walking on his own and feels like this isn’t so bad.

“My oldest sister. Aubry is here too. They also play professional hockey. So… don’t get on their bad sides.” Leo stops walking.

“You never mentioned your sisters will be here! I thought I was meeting them when we go to visit your parents in a week! Oh boy… Do they know about you and Finn?” Leo continues walking after Logan grabs his hand and leads him out of the tunnel.

“Yes they know about me and Finn, I told my family first because… well my parents love him and my sisters all had a bet so… yeah. But they don’t know about you because I didn’t know if you were ready for that.” Leo stops him before they completely exit the tunnel and presses him up against the wall, kissing him softly.

“Thank you.” Leo smiles when Logan does and they pull apart to see they are the last out of the tunnel. Walking out Leo stops in front of the ice. “Yo, I don’t know if I have enough ego to let me fall face first onto the ice in front of a whole hockey team yet.”

“What, you aren’t up for the challenge?” Clay skates right up to him, not as seamless as everyone else but still pretty well. He has this challenging look in his eyes and Leo knows exactly what is going to happen. “I knew you weren’t good at everything.” Leo launches himself at LCay who skates out of the way just in time for Leo to miss and barely holds himself up as he glides across the ice.

“Clay! When I get my hands on you, I swear!” Then he falls flat on his ass and gorans laying down, staring at the ceiling annoyed. This sucks.

Clay is having an absolute field day, Laughing his ass off as he skates up to Leo and helps him stand. Patting his back for a moment and letting Leo get his balance he then pushes him over and skates away.

“CLAYTON!” Leo falls basically into a middle split and it distracts Finn from his conversation with Logan and his sisters, hitting Logan’s chest until he looks over at Leo who is still being taunted by Clay and now Reg.

“I didn’t know he could do that.” They share a look and both seem to get ideas around the same time because their faces get all reg and they high five.

“Who is that?” Sydney is readjusting her hat as she looks at Leo. “He’s a cutie, I wouldn’t mind getting a piece of that.”

“Agreed. He is really handsome.” Aubry nods in agreement and Logan is suddenly possessive. He glares at them.

“Back off, he’s mine!” He crosses his arms and turns his attention back to Leo who is now talking to Katie who has made herself at home on his leg. Leo looks like he is trying his best not to shake from how cold he is.

“You have Finn, let us have our fun.” Aubrey hits his shoulder and skates over to Leo and Katie. “Need some help?” Katie smiles at her. Leo looks up at her and gives a shy smile because he is embarrassed. Nodding she holds out her hand, Katie grabs his other hand and helps him up. With Katie on one side and Aubry on the other, Leo starts more skating and less falling over.

“Awww they are so cuteeeee.” Sydney smiles at them and hears Logan grumble, looking at them annoyed and Finn is still snorting everytime Leo stumbles. But Finn has this look in his eyes that Sydney has only ever seen him give Logan. She hopes there isn’t anything shady going on between those three.

Eventually, Aubry and Leo stake back over to Finn, Logan and Sydeny who are all still chatting on the ice and sipping their hot chocolate that Celeste brought.

“Can I have a sip?” Logan holds up his cup over his shoulder to Leo’s lips, because Leo is behind him, and holds it as he takes a sip. “Mm, so yummy. I’ve never really had this before. Hot chocolate?” Leo doesn’t really drink warm drinks at all, even the coffee is normally cooled down to where it isn’t hot, sometimes iced.

“You should have Finn make you some, he is really good at it.” Finn kisses Logan's forehead and smiles.

“It’s like the one thing I learned how to make properly. Alex taught me! He is coming to the party later tonight if you want to meet him.”

“I’d love to meet him! Now, I’ve met Aubry. I’m guessing you are Sydney? Logan talks about you guys sometimes but I don’t know a lot.” Leo smiles at her and reaches his hand out to shake hers.

“You have a southern accent…” Aubry and her share a look.

Logan is definitely not keeping him from them.

[michelangelinden]

Anyone who asks (Everyone, really)

My guys!!! I finished the sequel to ‘Rambo the Hamster (don’t give Reggie a cat)’ and it’s pure Willex fluff. You can read it here or on AO3, please let me know what you think, I’m so excited!!

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  Alex kicked open the door to the garage.

  “Somebody hand me a cat right now. I need to hold something or I’ll fucking break!”, he exclaimed as he marched into the studio. Luke, Reggie and Julie all turned to him looking shocked. He knew he was making a very dramatic entrance but he felt like he needed it, like he deserved it.

  “You can hold my hand!”, Reggie said, raising it into the air. “Both of them”, he added, raising his other hand too.

  “Thanks, man, but I’d rather squish a kitten than you.”

  Julie made a horrified face but Reggie jumped up immediately, picked James the cat off her lap and pushed it into Alex’ grabby hands. Alex accepted him, dropped himself onto the sofa between Julie and Luke and started petting the cat aggressively.

  “Are –“, Julie started, “are you okay?” She looked back and forth between Alex’ worried face and the cat comfortably squished between his hands. The question hung in the air for a minute and while Alex continued to pet James the cat at a rapid tempo and felt the concerned looks of his friends on his face, he calmed down a little.

  “Yes”, he answered eventually. “Or no. I don’t know yet.”

  “Can we, I dunno, help you? Or something?”, Reggie asked hopefully but also a little confused.

  “Where were you, by the way?” Luke gently put a hand on Alex’ knee but Alex flinched in surprise and he pulled back again.

  “Sorry”, Alex muttered and took a deep breath. He carefully loosened his grip on James the cat, who curled up on his leg and fell asleep immediately (Alex just had that effect on him). He continued to stroke him but much slower and more carefully.

  “I was down at the pier, with Willie.”

  “Oh. Is he okay? Did- did something happen?” Julie sounded worried.

  “What? No. No, he’s fine, just –“, Alex swallowed, “can I have a hug? Like not a I’m-sad-and-need-affection-hug but an I-can’t-believe-this-is-real-hug?”

  Both Julie and Luke nodded enthusiastically. Julie pushed one arm behind his back and hugged his stomach, her head on his chest, and Luke threw an arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. Reggie, who had sad down on the floor in front of them, hugged his left leg.

  “Okay”, Alex started, “so we met on Sunset Boulevard, you know, like we always do.” Julie nodded against his chest. “And we walked for a bit and then he –“, he felt himself blush a little, “and then he took my hand and we poofed to the pier. And I thought like ‘okay, he took my hand so that I don’t get lost when we poof’ but then he– he didn’t let go? And I was a little confused by then.”

  “Nah, man, he likes you!” Luke punched him softly and chuckled.

  “Wait, wait, I’m getting there.”

  “Yeah, Luke, shut up”, Julie said and poked Luke in the side. He yelped and went to poke her back but Reggie cleared his throat and the two settled down again.

  “Yeah, so we just, you know, walk along the beach, as one does, he continues to hold my hand, ‘what the hell is up with that?’, I think and then we find a spot a little off from all the other people, not that they can see us, I mean, but it feels a little more private if there’s less people around, even though they can’t even see us …”

  “Yeah, yeah, we know, please continue”, Reggie interrupted him, patting his knee impatiently, and Alex took another deep breath.

  “Anyways. We sit down on the sand and he lets go of my hand, which, like, makes sense, because we’re not moving anymore. But then, as we’re sitting, and we both have our legs pulled up, he kind of pushes his knee against mine?” Julie gasped and lifted her head to look at him.

  “He didn’t!”

  “He did!” Alex nodded at her. “And we’re both wearing shorts so it’s – it’s weirdly intimate.” Julie shrieked a little and squeezed him.

  “Alex, that’s so exciting!”

  “Wait, wait, I’m not done.”

  “There’s more?”

  “Shush!” Both Julie and Reggie silenced Luke. Alex swallowed.

  “So we’re still talking, I don’t even remember what it was about, and then he takes my hand again, and I kind of start to freak out a bit, and then –“, he paused.

  “And then what?” Julie squeezed him again.

  “And then he kisses me.”

  A beat.

  Then yelling.

  Julie squealed again and hugged him even harder, Luke punched his side excitedly and Reggie jumped up to drum on his knee. James the cat woke up, hissed a little and fled off his lap but Alex couldn’t blame him.

  “Dude, that’s amazing!”, Luke yelled and Alex was sure he’d get a bruise on his shoulder.

  “What was it like?”, Reggie asked and Julie kicked him.

  “I don’t know.” Alex frowned. “Short. But, um, but sweet.” He paused and blushed again. “His, uh, his lips are really soft”, he all but whispered but Reggie still heard him and made gagging noises.

  “Hey, you asked”, Julie said and kicked Reggie again.

  Then Alex remembered the other thing.

  “I said ‘yowza’ afterwards”, he mumbled, barely audible.

  “What?”

  He cringed and cleared his throat.

  “I said ‘yowza’ afterwards.” He wasn’t proud of it.

  A beat and then Luke and Reggie started laughing loudly. Julie just looked at him with an incredulous grin.

  “Oh my god.” She laughed. “I can’t believe you.”

  “Yeah, he said so too.” He groaned. “But then he kissed me again, so I think I’m good.”

  The other two boys were still laughing, Luke had slipped dangerously close to the edge of the sofa and held his stomach.

  “Of course, you’re good! You kissed!” Julie shook him. “Alex, that’s so exciting. I’m so happy for you!”

  “I’m happy too”, Alex admitted, blushing. Julie grinned at him.

  Reggie and Luke began to calm down, they were both sitting on the floor, holding each other’s shoulders.

  “And?”

  “And what?” He frowned.

  “Did you talk about it? The kiss?”

  “Uh, no?” He thought back to what happened after they kissed the second time. “We just kinda stared at each other for a second and then we were talking again. And then I realized I was late for band practice so I came here. End of story.”

  “You didn’t even tell him you like him?” Reggie asked, a little shocked. Alex was surprised he was still following the conversation on the sofa.

  “Sorry, I was a little in shock, after, you know, being kissed by Willie.” He shrugged and they all laughed.

  “Sorry, you’re right.”

  “Besides, I don’t even know if he likes me back, so it probably would have been really awkward if I told him”, he shrunk back into Julie’s arms, now very much in doubt of the whole scene.

  In front of him, Luke and Reggie said “Dude” and “What the hell?” at the same time and Julie pulled her arms back from his body to put her hands on either side of his face, squishing his cheeks a little and making him look at her.

  “Oh Alex, sweet, sweet Alex. I don’t know if you know this, but when you kiss someone that means that you really like them, okay?” He nodded slowly, but he didn’t know if he did it himself or if Julie’s grip on his face made him. “There is absolutely no possibility that Willie doesn’t like you.” She let go of him and he looked down at where he had his hands clasped together in his lap.

  “You really think so? You haven’t even met him.”

  “We know so”, Luke said, “we’ve met him.” Alex looked up and saw that both him and Reggie were smiling at him. He looked over at Julie and she was smiling too.

  Yeah, maybe Willie did like him. He kissed Alex, after all. That had to mean something.

 ***

   It had been almost two weeks since Willie had kissed Alex for the first time. He had been so, so nervous, like close-to-throwing-up-nervous, but Willie had wanted to do that for so long that just kind of did it, when the opportunity arose. He still had no idea how he’d gotten the confidence to do it, but he’d done it and he didn’t regret it for one second.

  It had been short, not more than just pressing his lips onto Alex’, and he’d probably almost missed his mouth, and Alex had said “yowza” afterwards which was the reaction Willie had least expected from him, but they’d laughed and then they had kissed again and every time Willie thought back to that moment he had butterflies ice-dancing in his stomach.

  Since then, they had met twice. When they had met at the park by Julie’s house Willie had been afraid at first, that it would get awkward, they hadn’t really talked about the kiss. But it hadn’t been, really, they’d just talked and laughed, like they always did. And after they had chased each other around the lawns (which they hadn’t been allowed to step on, but no one tells ghosts what they can’t do), Alex had pulled Willie close and kissed him, long and slow, and then he’d run off again and Willie’d felt like he would combust at any second.

  They hadn’t kissed when they had met down at the pier again – or not really, at least. But Willie didn’t mind, they’d walked along the shore for what felt like hours, holding hands the entire time. And when it had been time for Alex to go home – he was always worried about being punctual – he had stroked Willie’s cheek softly and had pressed a gentle kiss on the corner of Willie’s mouth and when he had poofed away, Willie had to lay down in the sand to process it.

  Every time he thought about any of these situations, he felt his heart flutter and his chest bloom warmly, his hands itching to hold Alex’ and his lips yearning to be pressed against his. He missed him and an uncomfortable amount too, and he needed to put a stop to the uncertainty hovering around them every time they met.

  He was on his way to Alex right now, the wheels of his skateboard flying over the concrete, bringing him closer to the Molina’s house with every passing second and he felt the nervousness spread from his stomach all the way into his fingertips. He hadn’t known he was still capable of feelings like these up until he met Alex, but he was glad he could still feel all the exciting emotions that came with being giddy about a crush.

  He stopped his board in front of the driveway, taking a breath to calm his nerves. He hoped Alex was home, because if he wasn’t, the afternoon he had spent worrying about what to say when he saw him, had been for nothing.

  He could see the tips of the setting sun glowing behind the roof of the garage, basking it in soft, orange light.

  He took another breath before walking further, rounding the corner to walk down the steps. He stopped only for a second before phasing through the wooden doors of the studio, not allowing himself to think too much about it.

  He was greeted by an unexpected sight. The studio was empty apart from Alex laying on the couch, as asleep as he could be. There were three furry creatures curled up on his chest and only when Willie squinted could he identify them as- kittens?

  “What the-“, he started and Alex startled awake, his eyes flying open and meeting Willie’s in surprise. The three kittens rose up immediately, tumbling off Alex’ chest onto the couch and then onto the floor, meowing loudly (screaming, to be honest) as they made their way over to Willie as fast as they could.

  He lowered his board onto the ground and crouched down to greet them. They let him stroke their heads and only the black one tried to bite him, which he took with a laugh. They were cute and soft and Willie was momentarily distracting from his mind, which he greatly appreciated. His eyes crinkled in adoration as the grey one started purring under his hand, flopping to the side to let him tickle its stomach.

  “Hi, Willie”, he heard Alex say from the sofa, and Willie looked up to smile at him.

  “Why did you hide them from me? I would’ve come over much earlier if I knew that they were here.”

  Alex chuckled in response, finally sitting up on the edge of the couch.

  “Sorry”, he said, fiddling with a bracelet on his wrist.

  The black cat took another try at biting Willie's finger off.

  “That’s Andy, he’s a little rude sometimes”, Alex explained and Willie laughed at that.

  “Yeah, I noticed.” He turned to the black cat. “Please leave me my fingers, little guy, I need them.”

  When he looked back up at Alex he was watching them with a soft smile on his face.

  “What are the others called?”, he asked, turning back to pet the grey one, still purring on its side on the ground in front of him.

  “The spotty one is Michelle and the grey one is, uh-“, Alex paused, causing Willie to look back up at him, “that’s James the cat.”

  Willie squinted at him in amusement.

  “Why those names?”

  “Please don’t make me say it.”

  Willie just tilted his head a little and Alex sighed.

  “They’re our middle names. Andrew is Luke’s, Michael is Reggie’s and James-“, he sighed again, “is mine.”

  Willie smiled brightly at the new information about Alex and got up, careful not to scare the cats.

  “You didn’t pick them”, he said and it wasn’t a question, he already knew the answer. Alex shook his head.

  “Julie forced them out of us. She wanted to name them after us because we’re so similar.”

  Willie looked down at the grey cat, that has gotten up from the floor and was now tiptoeing around his legs, still purring.

  “Let me see”, he started, kneeling down again, to scratch it behind its ears. “Always seeking physical contact, very soft hair”, his gaze flicked up and met Alex’, “very cute. It fits.”

  Willie watched with a smile as Alex’ cheeks darkened in a blush and he looked down at his hands in his lap.

  “You can’t just say stuff like that”, he said quietly.

  Willie got up again, slowly walking over to the couch.

  “Why not?”

  He was standing in front of him now and leaned forward carefully, settling his hands on Alex’ knees. Alex looked up at him, the red on his cheeks deepening.

  “It makes me blush”, he almost whispered. He unfolded his hands and gently set them on top of Willie’s.

  “That’s the point”, Willie answered, squeezing Alex’ knees and leaning a little further into his space. “It’s cute”, he added.

  Alex hands slid a little further up Willie’s, his fingers slipping past the cuffs of Willie’s sweater, closing around wrists. Willie watched as Alex’ gaze flicked down to his lips, just for a second, before meeting Willie’s again.

  “Can I kiss you?”, Willie whispered and the warmth in his chest bloomed when Alex nodded.

  He closed his eyes and dipped his head a little lower to catch Alex lips with his own. He smiled against them when Alex grip on his wrists tightened. His lips were soft on his, the kiss sweet and gentle and Willie felt like he could get lost in it, if he wasn’t careful. He tilted his head a little, allowing Alex to push closer, his thumb stroking Willie’s forearm.

  They separated and he chased Alex’ lips with his, a quiet laugh escaping Alex and they were still so close that Willie felt it on his face.

  “What?”, Willie asked quietly and smiled. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Alex' were still closed.

  “Nothing”, Alex whispered and leaned his forehead against Willie's. He slowly breathed in through his nose, taking in the warm feeling surrounding them.

  Willie took in a sharp breath and Alex pulled back immediately, his eyes flying open and looking at Willie in concern.

  Willie looked down his legs to see the black cat hanging onto his sock, its tiny claws piercing through it into his skin, and huffed a laugh.

  “Ow”, he said, more out of reflex than as a genuine reaction, because it didn’t hurt bad enough for him to be in actual pain.

  He pulled his hands away from Alex knees, Alex fingers sliding off his wrists and he missed the contact immediately, but plucking the cat from his leg was more important right now. He gently gripped its small body and tried to remove it, but its claws were so caught in his sock, that he had to crouch down to separate them one paw at a time. When he held the kitten in his hand, he raised it in front of his face, shaking his head at it, as if it was a small person.

  “I need my legs too”, he told it and carefully placed it back onto the floor. It didn’t plan to stay there, rushing forward again to climb onto his shoe. He chuckled and picked it up again, standing up with it and putting it down next to its sibling in hope that it got too distracted to jump at him again. It attacked the spotty one instead and the two started to scuffle around the floor.

  Willie turned around to see Alex watching him and smiled, walking over and lowering himself onto the couch next to him. Their shoulders were inches away from each other and Alex bumped their knees together.

  “Hi”, Willie said, only just remembering, that he never greeted him.

  “Hey”, Alex answered and for a minute the two fell into comfortable silence, just being in each other’s presence.

  Willie couldn’t help but think, that this was it, this had to be the moment, and the nervousness started to spread through his body again. His fingers tingled and he started to fiddle with the hem of his black shorts.

  Alex must have noticed, because he gently pulled Willie's hand away from his leg and intertwined their fingers. He squeezed Willie's hand and stroked his knuckles with his thumb.

  Yeah, that was it.

  “Hey Alex”, he said before he could stop himself and Alex' gaze lifted from their hands to Willie's face. They looked eyes for a second before it got too intense for Willie and he had to look down again.

  “What’s up?”, Alex asked and shuffled a little closer.

  “I-“, he started, “I was wondering-“, he broke off again, sighing. “We, uh, we’ve been spending a lot of time together, the past few weeks and, uh-“, he swallowed, “I really like it. This.” He squeezed Alex hand to stress his point. “And now I, uh, I was wondering if”, he had to pause again, gaining confidence for the next words, “if I could call you my boyfriend.” He was almost whispering.

  Alex seemed to have caught the words anyways.

  “Who would you tell?”, he asked quietly, matching Willie's voice. He lifted his free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Willie's ear. Willie looked up, daring to hold his gaze.

  “Anyone who asks”, he answered. “Everyone, really”, he added, because that was probably closer to the truth.

  “I would like that”, Alex said, placing his hand on Willie's cheek and stroking his cheekbone with his thumb. Willie leaned into the touch.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah.” Alex paused and Willie's eyes flicked over his face for any indication that he was lying. “I think I would like it if you called me your boyfriend”, Alex continued, as if he knew of Willie's worry.

  Willie lowered his eyes to Alex' lips, slightly parted and pulled into a soft smile.

  “Can I-“, he started but he felt Alex lips on his before he could finish his question, pushing into Willie and he pushed back just as eagerly.

  He pulled his hand out of Alex grasp to place it on the back of his head, pulling him closer, while he settled the other on his cheek. This kiss was different than the ones before, less gentle, because they were both starting to grin, but it still sent Willie's heart flying. Alex' hand, that was not still holding his face, slid down to the small of his back. His thumb slipped past Willie's sweater and graced his skin accidentally and Willie gasped at the sudden sensation of Alex cold thumb against his skin, pulling back a little. It didn’t take long for him to start laughing quietly and Alex joined him, removing his hand from underneath the sweater and looping his arm around his waist instead. Willie connected their foreheads, keeping his eyes closed.

  They stayed like that for a moment, but then Alex huffed a small laugh.

  “Can we please pretend, that I am the confident one in this situation?”, he asked, causing Willie to open his eyes and look at him, “because I’m totally freaking out on the inside.”

  A loud laugh burst from Willie and he had to lower his head onto Alex' shoulder to not accidentally spit on him.

  “No, please stop laughing”, Alex tried but Willie couldn’t help himself.

  It took another minute for him to calm down before Alex gently lifted Willie's head with his hand.

  “Please”, he said again, looking at him with soft eyes and Willie smiled.

  “Sorry”, he whispered and kissed him again, just because he could.

  He felt Alex smile against his lips, parting them slightly, to-

  A poofing-sound drove them apart, their hands staying where they are but their heads turning towards the source of the noise.

  Reggie appeared out of air, his back towards them, looking around.

  “Hey Alex, have you seen the cats?”

  Alex didn’t say anything, just kept looking at him.

  Reggie spotted them on his own, because they all stumbled towards him, yelling excitedly.

  “Oh, there they are, hi there!”, he exclaimed happily, crouching down and picking up the spotted one. Then he finally turned towards them. “Oh, hi Willie”, he said, looking down at the cats again, unbothered by the position he found Willie and Alex in.

  Until-

  Reggie’s face snapped back up at them.

  “Willie!” He looked back and forth between the two. “You- and Alex- I interrupted something, didn’t I?”

  “Yes!”, Alex said pointedly, while Willie said “yeah, kind of”, a little softer, and Reggie gasped loudly.

  “Oh god, I’m so sorry!” He jumped up immediately. “Just- please give me a second, I-“, he carefully picked up the cats one by one, before shooting one last look at them. “Sorry!”, he said again and with another poof he was gone as quickly as he came.

  They stared at the spot where Reggie just stood, blinking in confusion.

  Alex groaned loudly, turning his head and pushing it into Willie's shoulder, his hand slipping from his cheek down his chest around his back. Willie laughed but slid his hands off his head and his arms around his shoulders, hugging him close.

  “I am so, so sorry about him”, Alex said, muffled against the fabric of Willie's sweater. Willie chuckled.

  “Don’t apologize.” He pressed a kiss into Alex' hair. “I am more than happy right now”, he whispered and felt Alex squeeze him.

  “Me too.”

  He squeezed him back.

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THE MR. RUDE APOLOGISM MASTERPOST

you may be asking "Oh dear god what has Finn gotten up to this time?" well, that my friend, is a very valid question! The answer to which is as follows: He's rewatched every single TMMS segment with Mr. Rude in it to prove that he's done nothing wrong!

After many many hours of rewatching, I've come to some conclusions on the depressed tomato man. I'll give a quick rundown here, then throw my episode by episode analysis under the cut.

Season 1

Mr. Rude is in 30 episodes in Season 1.

In only 3 of these episodes does he do anything wrong.

In 4 of the episodes where he's innocent, Mr. Fussy yells at him for no reason.

Season 2

Mr. Rude is in 30 episodes in Season 2.

In only 6 of these episodes does he do anything wrong.

In 1 of the episodes where he's innocent, as well as one where he did do something wrong, Mr. Fussy yells at him for no reason.

Conclusions

In total, Mr. Rude only actually did anything wrong in 9 out of the 60 segments he's in, which is 15%. That's less than a quarter of the time. Even counting the three episodes I was unsure about, that's only 12/60. 20%. Still less than a quarter.

Why have I been bringing up Mr. Fussy? Because this experience genuinely made me not like him anymore. In only one out of Mr. Fussy's 7 appearances with Mr. Rude does he not yell at him, and in five of the times he does - it was completely unjustified.

Now, onto the episode by episode section!

Ah, you wanna see my episode by episode analysis? Well, I'll give you a quick color legend first.

Yellow - Mr. Rude does nothing wrong

Red - Mr. Rude does something wrong

Blue - Mr. Fussy yells at Mr. Rude for no reason

Pink - I have no idea what to put for this one lmao

Also, there's a ton of cursing in here because I wrote these notes as I went along and I don't feel like editing them to be more professional. You get what you get when it comes to Mr. Rude apologism.

SEASON 1

Flying - He does nothing wrong, he just asked Mr. Grumpy to do his fucking job. Though, I will admit, he was a dick about it.

Music - He does nothing wrong, Miss Naughty is a fucking bitch and Mr. Fussy targeted him for no got damn reason even though he has fucking ears and should have heard Miss Naughty going off on her fucking cymbals. Miss Naughty also tried to poison him so

Farm - He does nothing wrong, those bitch ass crows broke his fucking robot I cant believe this.

Booboos - He does nothing wrong, he literally just wants some decent service while he is in the fucking hospital and Mr. Scatterbrain is a fucking moron about it

Mall - He's barely in it and I will admit he is a bit of an asshole in this one but he doesn't do anything explicitly wrong

Birthday - He does nothing wrong, he just wants to buy a birthday present for his homie Mr. Grumpy. In fact, he shows that he cares about his friend because he knows what he would want (and gets something he wouldnt like, presumably as a joke). Hes a caring friend but also a troll.

Superstore - He does nothing wrong, he just wants to return his shitty toaster. It ends up well for everyone involved :)

Books - He does nothing wrong, he is literally just neurodivergent and cannot read social situations

Camping - He does nothing wrong, he tried to warn everyone that they were going the wrong way, and then called out Miss Whoops on her fucking bullshit and putting everyone in danger. He then proceeded to fucking die. Miss Daredevil doesnt even give a shit about two of the raft riders fucking dying what the fuck.

Paint - He does nothing wrong, he just wants to finish his painting commission.

Jobs - This is the one I time I'll admit he does something really wrong. He commits multiple driving related crimes, as well as throwing his sandwich at Mr. Quiet, splashing Mr. Nosey and Mr. Small, and taking advantage of Mr. Scatterbrain's stupidity. He also crumpled up Mr. Scatterbrain's drawing of a hamster.

Trains - He does nothing wrong, Mr. Fussy's a bitch ass motherfucker, and he did more good than bad because he rescued Mr. Messy at the end.

Fair - He does nothing wrong, he got a fucking pie yeeted at him of course he wouldn't like it. He does put the pie in Mr. Scatterbrain's face though but he already got it in his face so it's just even now. He then proceeds to be pelted with pies. But thankfully it seems like they're both having fun by the end.

Movies - Yeah he's a bit of an asshole in this one. He puts too much cheese on Mr. Happy's nachos (and then throws them at him). He does get his karma though cause he gets fucking trapped in the popcorn machine someone please save him oh my god.

Dance - He does nothing wrong, he just has taste.

Inventions - He does nothing wrong, Miss Chatterbox just doesnt like him for the way he is which is super fucked up of her. What the fuck, man. He accepts Miss Chatterbox's invention regardless. He then proceeds to be abused by everyone around him. Hes totally justified in being mean at the end.

Amusement Park - Okay yeah he was an asshole in this one, cause he was rude to Miss Calamity about her supposed grooming habits. However, he was also abused a lot during multiple of the bumpers, which I guess counts as karma.

Adventure - He literally doesnt even do anything in this one

Rainy Day - Dude, his entire fucking family died. Give him a break.

Games - He did nothing wrong, he won the fucking game but Mr. Scatterbrain took the credit what the fuck he only had 3 POINTS MR RUDE HAD 4 MR. HAPPY YOU DUMB YELLOW FUCK LEARN HOW TO COUNT

Restaurants - He does nothing wrong, Mr. Fussy is so fucking mean to him I will never get over this he deserves so much better what the fuck

Cars - he's just vibin man

Canned Goods - He does nothing wrong, he just ate some beans man

Collecting - he's barely in it and just kinda vibes

Full Moon - He does nothing wrong, he legit just got kidnapped by some fucking aliens with his alien husband

Heatwave - He does nothing wrong, 6 gay men just casually committed acts of Home Invasion and are going to be arrested for their crimes against him.

Sleep - He does nothing wrong, and I doubt anyone would have even noticed he was asleep if Miss Chatterbox kept her fucking mouth shut. He cant control what hes doing if hes fucking asleep. Even after all that he still clapped for Mr. Fussy, who hates him, at the end. What a champ.

Carwash - He does nothing wrong, Miss Calamity technically fucking kidnapped him what the fuck.

Lawns - He does nothing wrong, he didn't want to take his lawn to begin with and then got his lawn ruined for literally no reason, even after warning Me. Nosey and Mr. Small that their invention was gonna explode. He even gave Miss Chatterbox the joy in knowing she "won".

Parade - He does nothing wrong, he legit just made a float and Mr. Fussy fucking bullied him for it. What the fuck.

SEASON 2

Clean Teeth - Yeah hes a bitch in this one but Mr. Fussy was also a bitch so it evens out.

Airports - He does nothing wrong, he just wanted to go on his flight. Of anything, Miss Scary was more rude than he was.

Game Shows - He does nothing wrong like. Genuinely nothing, and then gets physically assaulted.

Hats - He does nothing wrong, Mr. Grumpy's just a fucking bitch and took credit for both his and Mr. Tickles hats. What the fuck, man.

Robots - He does nothing wrong, he legit just got his baguette burnt wtf

Up and Down - He's fine for the first bit but I will admit hes an asshole in the second one

Gifts - He does nothing wrong, he's just trying to keep Mr. Tickle from fucking assaulting people. Then his entire store is destroyed for no reason.

Sun and Moon - He does nothing wrong, he barely did anything at all

Telephone - I refused to watch this one I just know hes a bitch in it

Washing and Drying - He does nothing wrong, he just wanted his laundry done and he got assaulted at the end. Why is this a trend.

Fruit - He stole Miss Sunshines fucking fruit and then proceeded to endanger everyone around him by driving recklessly. What the fuck, man.

Radio - He does nothing wrong, Mr. Scatterbrain is just a moron, and Miss Whoops is a dumbass.

Supermarket - ???

Cinema - He doesn't do anything wrong, and he looks very nice in his new hat.

Post Office - He doesn't do anything wrong, hes trying his best okay (he also gets covered in stamps at the end)

Pets - He doesn't do anything wrong, he doesn't do anything at all

Dance Dance Dance - He doesn't do anything wrong, Mr. Fussy's a fucking bitch

Trees - He doesn't do anything wrong, someone free him

Library - He didnt even do anything man

Pirates - He doesn't do anything wrong, in fact he is the first to jump in and protect his crewmates from the aliens. He also saves the entire space crew in the end.

Trains and Planes - He doesn't do anything wrong, he barely does anything to begin with

Out to Sea - He doesn't do anything wrong, it makes sense for him to act in his own self interest because he was stuck on a deserted island with those three morons for 30 fucking days. He didn't intend to take the boat, because the tide rolled him out. He is now inevitably going to die.

Next Door - Yeah hes a bitch in this one, but he didnt deserve to get his fucking car crushed.

Lunch - He doesn't do anything wrong, Mr. Stubborn drew first blood.

Machines - This is a weird one. Is he really in the wrong for wanting to go home? I mean, it's safe to assume Miss Giggles is fucking dead if she was taken by a dinosaur. He even vows not to doubt Miss Daredevil at the end and is happy to see Miss Giggles okay

Fairies and Gnomes - even though he thinks it's silly that Mr. Nervous is scared of a garden gnome, he still "arrests" it to make him happy :)

Home Improvement - He doesn't do anything wrong, Mr. Stubborn is just a moron.

Birds - He doesn't do anything wrong, he was even nice enough to invite Mr. Nervous along for the birdwatching trip. He's totally justified in not giving a shit about Mr. Fussy because Mr. Fussy has been nothing bit horrible to him the entire show.

Parks - He does nothing wrong he just wanted a burger

Surprises - Refused to watch this one again, I just know hes a bitch

Wow, that's a lot. Anyways, as a proud Mr. Rude apologist, I conclude that he's an innocent man and doesn't deserve the shit he gets. I can get taking his drivers license though that man cannot drive for the life of him

[idnek83]

Aid - Chapter 2/13

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Soda Kazuichi/Tanaka Gundham

Tags: Alternate Universe - Island Mode, No Game Spoilers, Masturbation,  Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Grinding, Wet Dreams, Anal Fingering,  Friends With Benefits,  Getting Together, Internalized Homophobia, Anal Sex

Summary: Everyone is hot and half naked because of their beach vacation. Soda is horny and tries to do something about it. Gundham tries to help and does. It all gets a little out of hand.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

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This Chapter: Soda isn't really sure where he stands with Gundham right now, but he's not going to worry about it. The boys bond over hamsters.

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All in all, things had been way less awkward than Soda thought they would be.

After catching his breath and cleaning up the mess Soda had made on his stomach, Gundham simply left the beach house, stating that he needed to “construct fortifications worthy of The Four Dark Devas of Destruction,” grabbing a bucket and small plastic shovel on his way out of the storage room.

Soda had given himself a moment to think about how weird, and maybe slightly cute, Gundham was for making his hamsters a sandcastle, before leaving out the back door of the beach house.

After that he didn’t see Gundham again until dinner, where he took the seat beside Soda silently and began to eat his meal.

This caught Hajime’s attention, and when he asked about it Gundham spoke up for the first time that meal.

“Kazuichi has elected to ally his body with mine on my dark crusade through this mortal realm. Is it so unnatural that I deign to be near those who I consider my confidants?”

‘Ally his body with mine’? Did Gundham actually just admit to everyone that they had… we’ll they didn’t really fuck, but they had gotten each other off and that was still super awkward to just announce in the middle of a group dinner.

“Oh, so you two are buddies now then?” Akane offered through a mouthful of meat.

Sonia, who seemed to have the uncanny ability to perfectly understand what Gundham was saying at least 50% of the time, narrowed her beautiful eyes and raised a perfectly shaped brow, her gaze shifting between the two of them.

“Uh, yeah. Haha, you got a problem with us being bros, Hajime? Promise I’ll always make time for my soul buddy, so ya don’t gotta be jealous.” Soda forced an exaggerated laugh to try to hide how nervous he felt under Sonia’s stunning gaze. “So, uh, anyways, Hajime, who ended up winning that game of chicken?”

With the topic safely changed the rest of the dinner was pretty unremarkable, aside from Soda constantly replaying what Gundham had said in his mind, and trying to figure out just what exactly the fuck he had meant. It had to be just weird Gundham speak for ‘we’re bros now’ right? There’s no way he would just come out and tell everyone they got each other off, even in his weird cryptic way of speaking, right?

Everyone ended up just heading back to their cabins after dinner, and Soda found himself sleeping better than he had since they arrived on the island.

When they met up for breakfast the next day Gundham sat next to him again, bantering with their classmates in the same strange way he usually did, no strange maybe-confessions of hooking up to be heard. Soda relaxed and let himself join the conversation like normal.

The rest of the day passed without note, Soda spent most of it fiddling with various knickknacks he had found around the island and wishing he could have brough his bike to work on instead. When dinner rolled around Gundham once again took his seat beside Soda, and he accepted that this was just the way it was gonna be from now on.

Except that now he’s been sitting in the hotel restaurant for like 20 minutes, having finished his breakfast a while ago, and the seat beside him is still empty.

Where the hell was Gundham?

Well whatever, dude can do what he wants, it’s not like they made a promise to eat together or anything.

Soda picked up his plate and took it over to the kitchen to be washed later. When he turned around Gundham was behind him.

“Shit!” Soda jumped back before calming down a bit “D-don’t fucking do that man, you scared me.”

“Apologies, my companion. I did not mean to frighten you, it had slipped my mind just how dulled mortals’ senses are. I will be sure to alert you of my presence next time.”

Soda rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed by how startled he had been. “Whatever dude. Where were you anyways? You missed breakfast.” Right when he had just gotten used to him being there too.

“Ah, I must apologize again.” Gundham actually bowed slightly this time. “I was cleansing impurities from the lairs of my Dark Devas, and it would appear that I fell prey to some fiendish time anomaly.”

Cleaning his hamster cages and lost track of time, got it.

Gundham stood upright again. “However, now that the Devas’ lairs have been properly cleansed, it would be safe for a mortal such as yourself to lay eyes on them.”

Gundham seemed to be waiting for Soda to say something. Oh, was that his way of inviting him to check out his hamster cages? Soda didn’t really know a lot about caring for hamsters, so he wouldn’t mind going back to Gundham’s room and-

Oh.

Gundham’s room.

Shit was Gundham propositioning him? It was still pretty early, but maybe Gundham was more of a morning guy when it came to getting off. Ok, yeah, he could work with that.

Soda could feel himself blushing. “S-sure.”

Gundham simply raised an eyebrow.

Right he didn’t actually ask Soda to come ‘look at his hamster cages,’ he just heavily implied that Soda should ask him if he could ‘look at his hamster cages.’

“Right, I mean, if it’s safe and whatever do you think I could take a look at your ham- uh, Devas’ lairs?”

“If that is your wish, I will accompany you their lairs once I have found sustenance.”

Right, you shouldn’t bone on an empty stomach. That’s probably a thing people say, right?

“Cool, I’ll just, uh, be in my room then. So just come get me once your… sustained?” Look, he was trying alright?

Gundham spared him a nod before moving to find his own breakfast. Then Soda left the hotel to go sit in his room like a dumbass who definitely should have just stayed in the hotel cus what the fuck was he gonna do in his room for the like 10 minute it would take Gundham to eat?

He entered his cabin and flopped onto his bed. Should he like, put on sexy underwear or something? Did he own sexy underwear? All his boxers fit him pretty much the same, and even if they were slightly different, they were all covered in similar random splashes of neon colors, so none of them really seemed any sexier than the others.

What the fuck were you supposed to do while waiting for a hookup? He couldn’t, like, get things started on his own cus he still had to walk over to Gundham’s cabin and he wasn’t gonna risk getting caught with a hard-on again. He wasn’t sure if he had enough time to shower either… not that it’d really matter since he’d just be getting all hot and sweaty again soon anyways...

Nope, can’t think about that right now, still have to make that walk.

Soda stood and walked over to the mirror in the bathroom. He combed out his hair with his fingers, fiddled with his braid, and checked his teeth for food. Great, he had killed like 30 seconds.

Why was he so nervous damnit! They had already seen each other naked, hell he had Gundham’s dick in his mouth! He swallowed his cum! There was nothing to be nervous about!

Unless… what if Gundham wanted more this time? Soda hadn’t really thought too much about actual sex with a dude yet. Like, what exactly would Gundham expect him to do? Would he be into it if Gundham put his dick in his-

There was a knock at the door and Soda jumped.

Shit, no more time to think about it.

Soda opened the door, kinda hoping it wasn’t actually Gundham who had knocked, but there he was, in all his weird, handsome glory.

“H-hey.” It would be rude to back out now, right? Like they had that whole pact thing Gundham had mentioned so…

“I have reconstituted this mortal shell, so let us make haste. The Devas have granted you access to their lairs, Kazuichi, it would not do to make them wait.” Gundham turned and walked away.

Ok, shit, he could do this, he’d be fine. He didn’t even actually know if Gundham was gonna try to fuck him, like, they were probably just gonna mess around again, right?

Soda took a deep breath, slowly exhaled and followed Gundham to his cabin.

Once inside Soda made sure to lock the door behind himself. He needed a moment, so he pressed his head against the solid wood of the door and took another deep breath.

“Are you unwell, my companion?” Ok yeah, Gundham was gonna notice that and he was dumb for not realising it.

“I’m good, just-“

Gundham was behind him when he turned, like, right behind him. The sheer closeness of him made Soda blush, and he couldn’t manage to look Gundham in the eye. However, Gundham apparently wasn’t going to let him hide.

Soda felt Gundham place his finger below his chin, and gently lift his head so he could see his face. God, he thought they were close before, but having their faces, their mouths, so near each other made the distance feel unbelievably smaller somehow. Soda didn’t know what to do, his eyes were locked on the mismatched set currently examining his own face and he was frozen.

He felt Gundham shift, bringing his other hand up towards his face as well, and Soda couldn’t help but close his eyes, not certain what was about to happen, but anticipating it anyway.

The press of lips against his-

Gundham placed his hand on Soda’s forehead and hummed, shaking him out of whatever the hell he was imagining.

“You feel quite warm. Are you certain you are not unwell? I am positive the Devas will grant you access another time if you are not yet ready for their splendor.”

Was he ready?

“No, really I’m fine. I’m just, uh, excited I guess?” Might as well just get it over with, at least figure out what exactly Gundham wants from him before he freaks out about it. “So maybe we can just like… get right to it?”

“Such enthusiasm” Gundham’s voice was low, approving, and still so damn close that Soda could swear he felt it vibrate through his body. “Very well then.”

Gundham stepped backwards and gestured grandly to the room “Behold!”

Soda was still reeling from the tonal whiplash his own stupid thoughts were giving him, so the dumbfound look on his face, as he surveyed the colorful sprawling tubes winding their way across the floor, into a large cage and back out the top of it, was genuine.

“Impressive, is it not? The Four Dark Devas of Destruction demand not but the best in all things. This lair may be but a fragment of their true dwelling, but it is still magnificent! Do you not agree?”

Soda continued to stare at the strange structure before him, he was literally speechless.

Wait so, when Gundham asked him to come look at his hamster cages… he had actually just meant he wanted him to look at his hamster cages?

“Ha! It seems your mortal mind was not yet ready to behold such a marvel! Fear not, my dear companion, the Devas power shall not harm you while I am here! Should you still feel overwhelmed, however, you need only let me know and I will return you to your own domain swiftly.”

Gundham crossed his arms and hid the bottom half of his face in his scarf. It looked like he was starting to get embarrassed by Soda’s continued silence. Shit, he didn’t want him to think he thought it was dumb or something, time to tell his confused dick to shut up, and get his equally confused brain to start making words.

“Oh, sorry dude. I was just, um, super surprised! I mean, this stuff takes up like half your room. You must be really dedicated to taking care of your, uh, Devas if you’re willing to give up so much space for them. Like, damn dude.”

As Soda spoke, he watched as Gundham practically inflate with pride again. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy to see it.

“Well of course, a proper environment is important to all creatures, both large and small, but I do not consider the lost space a determent to my own domain, rather-“

Gundham began to monologue about the importance of varied and enriching environments, before delving deeply into different aspects of proper hamster care. Soda couldn’t really keep up, but he was enjoying watching Gundham talk so animatedly about something he was obviously passionate about. As Gundham talked, Soda crouched down and began to examine the tubes up close. They didn’t exactly look like they were hard to connect, but the thought of Gundham painstakingly placing them, ensuring they were properly connected so his hamsters didn’t escape or get hurt, made him smile and feel a warmth in his chest completely different from what he had felt earlier.

Gundham crouched down beside him, pausing his monologue, and immediately a hamster skittered through the tubes and stopped in front of them, as if summoned. Soda looked from the hamster to Gundham, and made sure to commit the soft smile that appeared on Gundham’s face to memory.

“Ah, Jum-P, you appear to be at full strength once again.” Gundham gently disconnected a section of the tube and allowed the hamster to crawl into his hand, before carefully reconnecting the tunnel.

“Full strength? Was he sick?”

“Jum-P was waging war with an unidentified demon late into the night. By this morning, the demon had been banished, but Jum-P was left weakened by the battle, I… was worried the battle may have been to fierce.” Gundham’s face was sober as he spoke, he was carefully examining the hamster in his hand at the same time, probably checking for any signs of remaining illness or injury.

Oh, so that was why Gundham had missed breakfast, he must have been up pretty late taking care of his hamster. In fact-

“Gundham, did you… did you get any sleep last night?” Now that he was looking, there were definitely dark circles under Gundham’s eyes. Gundham did not look away from the hamster.

“I could not rest while one of my Devas fought such a fierce battle. Though, I fear there was little I could do without knowing the true identity of the demon.” Gundham looked sad as he began to pet the hamster. “I apologize, Jum-P, I was unable to assist you in your time of need. I have failed as your guardian.” God, he had never seen Gundham look so miserable before.

“I’m sure that’s not true…” Gundham raised his miserable gaze to Soda “I-I mean, even if you couldn’t, um, fight the demon for him, I’m sure just having you there helped, right? Animals are supposed to be sensitive to that kinda stuff, aren’t they? I’m sure he knew you were there worrying about him and it, like, helped him fight better!” He was having a hard time sticking to Gundham’s battle metaphor, but he looked a bit less miserable, so Soda kept talking. “Sometimes all you really need is someone there to support you right? Everything’s a little less scary that way, so I’m sure you helped Jum-P more than you know! Uh, right?”

Gundham smiled softly again, this time while looking at Soda, and he was pretty sure he was going to die any second from how goddamn handsome this man was. When Gundham looked back at his hamster Soda was both relieved and disappointed.

“I have misjudged you, my dear companion, it appears you possess great wisdom, incongruous with your outward appearance. I thank you for your words, friend.”

“Hell yeah I’m wise, and don’t you forget it!” Soda was pretty sure Gundham had said he looked dumb somewhere in there, but whatever, he’d let it slide for now.

“Would you like to hold him?” Gundham extended the hand holding Jum-P towards Soda. The hamster was tiny, and had apparently just recovered from some disease, Soda was a little worried about hurting it by accident, but if Gundham trusted him…

“Can I? I mean is Jum-P cool with letting a mortal like me hold him? What if I, y’know, accidently hurt him or something?”

“You require great dexterity while attending to your constructs do you not? I trust your hands to be capable of managing Jum-P, he is the most tranquil of my Devas. However, if you are nervous, I will lend you my aid.” Soda blushed at the word, and he couldn’t be sure, but he thought Gundham did as well. “Hold your hands like so.” Gundham cupped both his hands together, creating a sort of bowl for the hamster to rest in.

Soda copied him, and Gundham placed the hand not occupied by Jum-P below Soda’s, supporting them as he gently placed the hamster into Soda’s palms, petting him lightly after he let go. Jum-P felt warm and ridiculously fragile in his hands, and Soda immediately began to panic. He was absolutely going to hurt this hamster somehow and Gundham was going to hate him.

“Relax.” There was that low voice again, so close, and this time Soda was certain he felt it reverberate through his body. He took a deep breath and focused on keeping his hands steady as the hamster sniffed his palms.

“Do I stink or something?” Soda let out a nervous laugh.

“Your scent is quite pleasant, Jum-P is simply familiarizing himself with it.” Gundham once again began to pet the hamster in Soda’s hands, still supporting them from below with his own.

Soda flicked his eyes up to Gundham’s face, and there was that stupid soft smile again. Soda suddenly became aware of their position. They were basically holding hands around the hamster, sitting with their knees touching and their heads bent together, foreheads no more than an inch apart. Had Gundham just said he smelled nice? He felt that weird warmth from earlier again, the one that had nothing to do with his dick and sat heavy in his chest. He swallowed and looked back down at the hamster.

“Oh! Is he asleep?” The hamster had curled up in his palms and looked to be breathing peacefully.

“Yes, it would appear Jum-P has deemed you worthy of his trust. You should be honored.”

“Oh, thanks little dude.” He giggled a bit “So do we have to sit here like this until he wakes up, or?”

Soda was enjoying himself, but his knees were starting to hurt, and he had no idea how long hamsters slept for…

“That will not be necessary, Jum-P is a sound sleeper, he will not be disturbed by being relocated to his lair. Would you like to do it, or shall I?”

Soda was pretty flattered that Gundham would trust him enough to carry the hamster across the room the cage, but he didn’t trust himself not to trip over one of the hamster tubes on the way.

“You should probably do it, I’m still pretty worried about dropping him.”

“Very well.” Gundham scooped the hamster from his palms, and Soda had to admit he kinda missed the feeling of its furry little body in his hands.

Almost as much as he missed the feeling of Gundham’s hand on his.

He wasn’t really ready to think about what that meant just yet.

Next Chapter 

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Day 9: 4th of February, 2021

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It was that date again. To be honest, I should come more often than once a year, but it still hurt so much. Pain and me did not get along well, and that was why I could only do this every 365 days or so.

 The flowers were heavy and wet in my arms, and I wondered if the people from the store remembered me. I didn’t think so. The past two years I’d come, there had been a new person behind the counter. Which was sort of bad for them I guess, always having to interview people and train new employees.

As I got near the plot I noticed that there was someone sitting on top of her tomb. Who in the world was this? Who did he think he was, sitting on top of my mother’s freaking tomb like it’s some bench in a park? Wrath coursed through my veins and clouded my sight. The disrespect, for crying out loud. The woman that gave me life laid under his damn bum.

 “Excuse me,” I asked the nearest attendant. “Who is that? And, why has nobody said something to him? He can’t just sit on top of the graves, can he?”

 The woman turned her head and saw the direction I was pointing at. Her eyes widened when she saw the man, and then she turned to look at me, her eyes still wide.

 “That man in the blue coat?” she asked.

 “Yes, the man in the blue coat.” Do you see another man sitting on a grave in the direction I’m pointing at?! I was so annoyed. But I had to be respectful. I had to be polite.

 “Ah, he comes every day, and spends all the day here. You can go talk to him if he’s bothering you.” The woman gave me a look, a deep look, as if she was trying to understand me.

Then she left. Just like that.

 Ugh. I swear, if it hadn’t been my mom’s damn last wishes, I would’ve buried her somewhere else.

 Stomping my way over to the rude guy, I decided that this was actually a good thing, that way I would get to give him a piece of my mind. This was the world giving me a chance to teach someone a lesson. I should say thank you to that incompetent worker for leaving me to solve this.

 “Hey,” I cried as I was getting closer. The guy didn’t react at all.

Acting dumb. The bastard. As if I could possibly be talking to someone else. The cemetery was empty!

 “I said, hey!” I huffed as I grabbed his shoulder. That startled him. Startled him bad. The gasp, the wide eyes, and the fifty-meters-into-the-air jump and everything. I couldn’t have cared less even if I tried. The guy was an asshole, it had been decided by me a long time ago, so whatever he got, he deserved.

 The guy just stared at me for the longest time, my anger growing with each second that went by.

 “M-me?” he finally stuttered.

 “No, the ghost behind you. Yes, you! You with the blue coat, you with the tan button shirt. You with the black trousers. You the freaking asshole that was sitting on my mother’s grave. You, fucking you, and nobody else!”

 His eyes widened, and then he ran. He ran right past me. So, fast I couldn’t even react.

 “Where do…” I asked as I turned around. But he was nowhere to be seen. “What? Where did he go? Stupid jerk actually hiding from me. Man up and face the consequences of your acts!”

 A year went by, and it was time to visit my mother again. I bought flowers at the same store. A different cashier was working in this occasion too. It was the same drive to the same plot.

 But he was there again. Sitting on my mother’s grave. Again.

I normally didn’t remember people that well, much less people I just saw once. But I had been so angry that day. There was no getting that blue coat out of my mind.

 “Hey, you jerk in the blue coat!”

 The man flinched visibly and turned around. When he saw me fiercely walking over to him, he jumped up quickly and ran away again. I tried to chase, but there was no sign of him. Why does this bastard keep on running? I wanna tell him off so bad! And I had been unable to do it for a whole year! And this year I wouldn’t be able to either! What am I supposed to do with all the words I’d prepared?

 When I ran into the same man for the third consecutive year, I didn’t have the energy to get angry anymore. It had been almost five years since my mother died. I was almost thirty. My anger at the world for the unfairness of taking my mother away from me before I was ready had faded. Instead, I was just exhausted.

 I walked over to the grave, wet uncomfortable flowers in my arms, bought at the same store (same cashier from last year, though).

 “Could you not sit on her grave?” The words were expelled as I exhaled tiredly.

 The man flinched visibly again and turned to look at me with wide eyes.

 “Please. This is my mother’s grave. Can you not sit on top of her?”

 He got up quickly and I kneeled on the ground with a sigh, putting the new flowers in the vase encased into the top of the tomb.

 “She… Umm… You… Er… This flowers are pretty. Please bring more of them.”

 “I always bring her flowers. You know this, you’ve seen me.”

 “Ah. Yes. But… This… This exact type of flowers. Bring them again next year. And all the coming years. They’re very pretty. Prettier than the ones you’ve brought before.”

 What the hell kind of gibberish was this guy spewing?

 Turning my head up, I gave him a quizzical look. My original plan was to snap at him, but he looked so uncomfortable, so fidgety, so edgy, that I just looked back down at the grave again.

 “Sure, buddy, whatever you say.”

 “Tha-thank you very much. Uh, bye then.”

 He didn’t have to leave, and as I raised my head to say this, he had already left.

Weirdo.

 The sixth time I went to see my mom at the cemetery I could only think of him. Would he be there this year too? The only time I focused on the world around me was when I chose the flowers, taking care to pick the same ones for last year. Other than that, I didn't notice anything else. Not the cashier, not the drive, not the walk to the plot. Would he be there?

 He was. He was there. Sitting on her grave again.

 That year something finally clicked. Maybe he came to visit my mom. I wasn’t entirely sure how they knew each other, but since he was here every time I came, it was the only explanation. I mean, he clearly knew my mother’s birthday and came every year.

 “Hi.” This year I was even more tired than the past. So tired that even the flowers in my arm felt unbearably heavy. “Thank you for always coming on her birthday. She must appreciate it.”

 He flinched again, but less than previous years. The man turned to look at me.

 “He-hello.” He began fidgeting again. His eyes darted around like a nervous hamster, until they rested on the bouquet. He smiled radiantly and excitedly stared into my eyes. “You bought them! Just like she… Uh, like… Er, the prettier flowers. You bought them. Thank you.”

 He was happy as if the flowers were for him and not for my mom. And I understood nothing. What was this guys deal?

 Not gonna lie though. His happiness was contagious.

 “You said the others I bought were ugly, so of course, I bought the pretty ones again.”

 Was I teasing him? Why? What for?

 The guy immediately became flustered, stuttering all over the place.

“She-she didn’t… I di-didn’t… My-my words we-were…”

 “I know. Relax. It was a joke.”

 Was that a smile on my face as I placed the flowers in the vase? Well… I guess he was amusing. Or, teasing him was amusing.

 “Ah,” I sighed, looking up at the scorching sun. “Its boiling today. And it should be fresh or slightly cold. The flowers will die quickly like this.”

 Looking over to where he was standing, I froze. The tombstone had a shadow. The trees had shadows. The bushes had shadows. The bouquet had a shadow. I had a shadow. But the guy didn’t. The man standing in front of me didn’t have a damn shadow. In fact, as I watched his feet and the ground he was standing on, there was another revelation. The grass around where he stood wasn’t crushed.

 “Ah, could you move a bit to the side?” I asked calmly. As if I encountered people that didn’t affect the grass they stepped on and had no shadows every day. “There’s something there.”

 He moved to one side as I asked. The grass that had been under his feet was intact.

 Memories flashed by my mind. He comes every day, and spends all the day here. When he’d left all the previous years, I never once heard his steps. He looked the same year after year while I gained more and more wrinkles. The weird petition to buy specific flowers. The happiness when I did as he asked. The 'she' he kept mentioning.

 “Did my mom like the flowers?”

 “Yes!” he said happily. “She liked them very…”

 I looked up at him when he fell silent, and found him staring into my eyes for the first time since our chance encounter. His eyes were wide with the same fear from that first time we met.

 “Is she here right now?” I asked, voice trembling. “Can she hear me? Can she see me?”

 It took a while before he answered, but he did at some point.

 “Yes, she’s sitting on the grave.” And he pointed to the place right next to where he always sat.

 So, he’d been talking to her. I just couldn’t see her. Only him.

 “Mo-mom.” My throat felt so tight. My eyes began to itch with unshed tears. “I love you mom. I’m sorry for what I said… you know… Right before… I’m sorry mom. I don’t blame you for anything. I don’t hate you.”

 Not being able to hold back any longer, I began sobbing.

 “I’m so-sorry mom. Okay? I love-love-love you. I-I miss you-you,” I choked out through the ugly crying sounds I was making.

 “She says she loves you back. And she thanks you very much for bringing her favorite flowers.”

 It was a long time before I could finally breathe without choking and hiccupping. Looking around, the man in the blue coat was still there.

 “Thank you,” he said softly. And they sounded like the most heart-felt words I’d ever heard. “She has gone to rest now. She finally went off to be reborn. And it’s all thanks to your words.”

 There were so many things I could’ve said. So many things I could’ve asked. But none of those were what burbled out of my throat.

 “You’ll be lonely now that she’s gone, won’t you?”

 He was taken aback. But then he smiled embarrassedly.

 “I… I will… It’s not… Um. Yeah. Yeah. I’ll be lonely now. Everyone else here has either moved on, or have been alone here so long they’re not logical anymore.”

 “They fired me a few years ago. Told me to deal with my anger problems or something. Haven’t bothered to find anything else since then. The depression was just too crippling. I can easily live out the rest of my life with the money I have saved up. Because I was too busy making dollars to live. I guess, now that decision will come in handy. And now I’m ranting. Okay. So. The point is, I’ll come keep you company.”

 What kind of gibberish was I spewing now? What the hell type of hare-brained…

 “I’d really like that.”

 He had no idea what he was agreeing to.

 “I’m not very good company. I’m grumpy. And I have anger management problems. And I’ve been depressed for years now. And I’m not that good at talking. And I won’t…”

 “I still appreciate it. Because you want to be here. Talking to me. Most of the entities I talk to don’t come here willingly. They’re here because they have no choice. But you want to come. Out of your own volition.”

 What the hell was I supposed to say to that?

 “So, what’s your name?” I gave him a sideways look and he smiled shyly.

 “I can’t remember. In fact, I can’t remember the last time someone asked for my name either.”

 “Ah, well then,” I said, the gears in my mind turning quickly, “I’ll call you Charlie.”

 “Charlie,” he mused. “I like it! Thank you.”

 Another radiant smile. I looked away because it was too blinding. This guy was too thankful. How lonely had he been all these years? Suddenly, I felt grateful too. For meeting him. Else he might stop being logical too, and… I don’t know, become like the other ghosts that he couldn’t converse with. He hadn’t said, but I felt becoming like them wasn’t a good thing.

 “Where is your grave?”

 “I can’t remember that either. If I did, I would see the tombstone and read my original name." He laughed at my silly question, and I couldn't blame him. That had not been one of my best moments.

 I looked at the grave in front of us, under us, and an idea came to me.

 “I’m sure my mom liked you very much if she has been talking to you all these years. So, you can share her grave and tombstone. I’m sure she would be happy to give you a place to call yours. She always had this need to take in strays.”

 This way you can sit on the grave all you want, since now it’s yours as well.

 “Thank you.” One more radiant smile. This one made my chest feel warm. And the corners of my lips curled slightly up. “You know, your mother told me a lot about you. She loved talking about the stuff you have achieved. Like your degree in…”

 As I listened to Charlie talk, a thought occurred to me. It seemed I had inherited my mom’s need to take in strays. And now I understood why she did it.

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Prompt:

9. Write about a chance encounter at a cemetary.

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Previous Day Next Day

[slytherinbangchan]

Badboy! Changbin  pt2 (Gang!Au)

>>Gang!Au! Masterlist<< (Every member’s storyline is linked somehow to the others so go check)

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Warnings: Smut. Strong language I guess.

Note: Seriously go read the others first you’ll be lost otherwise. (If not at least Changbin’s part one)

Pairing: Changbin x reader.

-'Ah, seriously y/n it's fucking freezing'. Jisung says as you dive into the water as he stands next to you.

-'It's not'. You chuckle combing your now wet hair back. 'Come here'. You say opening your arms for him.

-He seems relunctant to get the rest of his body wet but comes closer anyway.

-'So whiny'. You say before kissing him.

-'Shut up, I'm not'. He says still close to your lips. His voice so husky.

-He hisses as your wet cold body comes closer to his.

-Only the moon is there with you two.

-The waves softly pushing you as you kiss him again.

-Your hand is travelling down to his crotch when you hear something coming from the shore.

-You turn your head to try and see something but it's dark.

-'What is it?' He asks.

-You shush him. 'I heard something'.

-You both watch quietly and then you see some shadows walking at some distance.

-'Let's grab our stuff'. He says and you both run to the shore and hide behind a beach hut as you put your clothes back on.

-'Do you see them?' You ask.

-'No. Maybe we should get back to the house'.

-'Do you really think they're dangerous?'

-'I don't know'. He sighs. 'We should have brought our phones'.

-'Just let's go back to the house it's literally right there'. You point at it.

-He bites his lower lip nervously. 'Why don't you go back? And let the guys know. I'll stay watching'.

-'I'm not leaving you here alone you fucking idiot'.

-'What? Why would you talk to me like that?'.

-'Omg. 'Cause I'm so tired of staying 'out of it' and just waiting for you two to come back safe'.

-He sighs. 'Nothing is going to happen to me I'm just watching'.

-'Well then why can't I stay here and you go find the others?'

-'Guys I was looking for you'. Woojin says making your heart jump a little.

-'Omg, you almost gave me a heart attack'. Jisung says.

-'Sorry' Woojin says. 'We're gathering at the house, let's go'.

-But now you can hear the voices of the 'shadows' closer.

-'What are you doing here?' That's Minho's voice.

-You turn around to see him and Hyunjin standing behind you.

-'Weren't we meeting at the house?' Jisung asks.

-'Hm, they're already so close. I'm texting Bangchan'. Woojin says.

-Suddenly you hear some laughs.

-Minho scoffs as he sees a bunch of guys getting into the water. 'They're just kids'. He says. 'That one is on my girlfriend's class'.

-'Are you sure?'. Hyunjin asks. 'How can you tell? It's so fucking dark'.

-'It's not that dark'. He says. 'I'll go talk to them if you don't believe me'.

-'Nah, I believe you'.

-'I'm talking to them anyway they shouldn't stick around just in case'. Minho says walking towards them.

-You all just follow him.

-'Hey, idiots. What are you doing here?' He asks.

-You watch how the guys gather in a same spot as Minho speaks to them.

-They look nervous except for one of the tallest ones.

-You also can hear them whispering Minho's and some of the other's names.

-'So?' Minho asks again.

-'So what? This is a public place'. The tall one says. 'Do I really have to tell you why we are here? Are you going to bully me and my friends if I don’t?'.

-You sigh knowing what's coming. Minho is nice when he's being nice but he can be an asshole too.

-Minho scoffs as he pushes him harshly. 'This kid... What was your name again? Taemin?'

-'Jaemin'. He says, pushing him back. 'And don't fucking touch me'.

-'Omg, Jaemin. Stop'. Two of his friends try to calm him down. 'Are you crazy? Don't you know who they are?' They whisper to him.

-Minho scoffs again as he sees how scared the others are. 'Anyway, go swin to another place. We're spending our weekend here'. He says then he turns around.

-Jaemin's friends nod but he's mad. 'Fucking asshole'. He says under his breath as you all walk away.

-Minho smirks and turns around. 'What did you just said?' He ask walking towards him and grabbing him by the neck of his shirt.

-You look at Jaemin's friends faces. They all seem like kids and are clearly scared.

-'Minho, let him go'. You ask him. 'They're just kids. I'm sure they'll go away now'. But he doesn't listen. 'Jisung'. You talk to your boyfriend and he sighs.

-'She's right. Let them go. I think the others got it, that's enough'. He says.

-Minho sighs and throws Jaemin to the ground after hesitating for a few seconds then walks away.

-One of the guys looks at you. 'Thanks...' He says.

-'Go swin away from here, ok?' You say as nicely as you can and they nod. Jaemin's still pissed.

-You go back to the house with the guys.

-You understand why Minho did that.

-He doesn't want them to be around if the rival gang appears for real.

-But he could had just asked them to leave.

-Guess that wasn't an option in Minho's head.

-He didn't started the conversation that bad actually but that Jaemin guy wasn't having any of it.

-You're annoyed when you get there and sit with Changbin.

-He chuckles. 'What? What happened?' He asks.

-'We were having so much fun at the beach'. You tell him.

-Jisung sits next to you as he leaves a cup on the table. 'Those kids really had a bad timing'. He says.

-Changbin laughs. 'That's karma for letting me here alone as you go fuck in the sea'.

-You chuckle. 'Yeah? I was spending the night with you afterwards but now I'm not so sure'.

-'Whaat? C'mon I was so bored here and they didn't even let me go see what was happening'. He whines.

-Jisung is trying so hard not to laugh at Changbin right now.

-'I don't know Binnie, you just laughed at my missfortune'. You say. 'Maybe I should stay with Jisung tonight...'

-'No wayyy. y/n are you serious?'. More whines. 'I can't believe this. You're mean. Leaving me alone so you can sleep with the stupid hamster'.

-'What did you just call me?' Jisung asks but he's laughing. 'I'm just too handsome to resist. It's not her fault she wants to spend more time with me'.

-You look at both of them raising an eyebrow at their words. 'I'm sleeping alone'.

-'No!' They say at the same time.

-You chuckle. 'Ok, ok'.

-You end up sleeping with Changbin as planned.

-His whiny voice calling your name as you read a book in bed instead of taking care of him.

-He's pulling from your arm so you would look at him.

-'What is it?' You ask.

-'Come here with me'.

-You sigh and leave the book on the nightstand. Then get under the covers with him.

-He kisses you sweetely.

-Your bodies so close.

-You can feel him getting hard.

-'Baby...' He says, and you know what he wants.

-You smile. 'I know but I don't wanna hurt you'.

-'The doctor said is fine'. He says.

-You chuckle. 'Yeah I heard from Minho but I don't know about that'.

-'Please baby it's been weeks. I miss your pussy so much'. He whines.

-'Ah, stoop'. You kinda blush. 'We can't. Just wait a couple more days'.

-He whines again. 'No, please baby. It hurts. At least let me be inside you for a while. I won't move'.

-You hesitate for a moment but give in. After all you miss him like crazy too.

-And he's so hard.

-It must really hurt.

-You sit astride him carefully and let him slide inside you.

-He throws his head back as he feels the sweet pressure your walls put around his cock.

-You kiss his neck and then his lips.

-With every little movement you make he has to take a breath to control himself.

-You chuckle at his reactions and he pouts.

-'What? You're too cute I can't help it'. You say.

-Then you move again intentionally.

-His nails sinking on your thigh's skin. 'y/n...' He could have cum with just that. That's how sensitive he is after weeks not being able to fuck you.

-Your hands holding his beautiful face as you kiss him. 'I changed my mind'. You say. Your forehead against his. 'I'll help you cum, ok?'

-He nods and you kiss him again. Then start riding him as carefully as you can but that's more than enough for him right now.

-He bites his lips as you take off your shirt.

-His hands on your tits squeezing them over your bra.

-He can't hold it much longer.

-A whine as he fills you up with his cum.

-You kiss him and he helps you finish with his hands.

-Next day you spend it with him and Jisung at the same time but you sleep with Jisung that night.

-Then before you can even notice you're back on your part time job at a gaming center missing your boyfriends.

-'Ah... Excuse me my computer is not working...' One of the clients tells you.

-'Oh, sorry. Let me check'. You say following him. 'Ah yeah, this one is having some problems lately with that game, I think it'll be better if you change to this one'. You say showing him the way.

-'Thanks'. He says. He seems shy.

-You smile at him and go back to the counter.

-You notice him staring at you from time to time.

-But you don't pay too much attention to it.

-He seems really shy which is cute cause he's so freakin tall.

-Anyway probably he just wants something but don't know how to ask for it.

-A couple days go by and this guy keeps doing the same till you walk towards him and talk to him.

-'Is it something wrong?' You ask. 'You look like you need something. Maybe the headset is not working properly?'

-He blushes and looks to the floor. 'Ah... No... Your phone...'

-'What?' You tilt your head.

-'Ah... Your phone's case is from League of Legends... Do you... Play?'

-'Oh, yeah'. You chuckle. 'That's why you were looking at me?'

-He nods. 'Most of my friends stopped playing it for other games so...'

-'Ah, is that so...'

-He nods again. 'Would you play with me sometime? It makes me anxious going alone'.

-You chuckle again. 'Yeah, sure. Here is my summoner's name'. You say as you write it down on a paper.

-He blushes even more. 'Can I have your... Number too?

-'My number?'

-'Yeah so I can let you know when I'm playing'.

-'Oh... Ok I guess. I don't know my number tho. Give me yours, I'm gonna text you and you save it'.

-He nods and gives you his number.

-'Ah, what's your name?' You ask.

-'It's Jisung'. You laugh as you hear his name and he tilts his head. 'W-what?'

-'It's nothing'.

-Back to your place you take a shower and wait for Changbin.

-Your phone buzzes as you're blow-drying your hair on the couch.

-'I'm going to the rift. Do you wanna play?😆😆😅'

-'I can't right now. Maybe tomorrow'.

-You hear your door and wait for Changbin to appear.

-'Hey'. He says. 'I'm sorry I'm late'. He leans over to kiss you and sits besides you.

-'It's okay. You're staying tonight right? I had so many nightmares last night'. You pout.

-He can't help a smile. 'You need me to protect you?'.

-'Hm, I could adopt a dog to keep me company too'.

-'Fuck you'. He says as he chuckles.

-'Well are you staying or not?' You whine.

-'Of course I'm staying you idiot'.

-'Nice'. You peck his nose and stand up. 'I'm getting dressed so we go grab something to eat'.

-He watches you as you change your clothes.

-'Perv'. You say.

-'I'm your boyfriend'. He chuckles and you smile to yourself.

-Your phone buzzes.

-'Ah, Jisung is texting you'.

-'Is he? I thought he was busy today'.

-'Yeah he is...' Changbin says as he looks at the notification banners on your phone. 'Oh, gross. He's talking about playing at something. Can't you guys just fuck normally?'

-'What?' You laugh as you put on some liptint. 'I'm ready, we can leave now'.

-He stands up handing you your phone as you walk towards the door. 'Here, text that idiot back'. He pecks your cheek.

-You put the phone in your bag directly. 'I'll text him later, let's go already'.

-He pats your butt as you walk out your apartment.

-'Where should we go?' He asks.

-'Hm, I feel like a burger or something like that'.

-'Nice. We can go check the music store later'.

-'Ok!'. You happily say.

-Dinner goes by nicely but you feel like you're gonna explode at the end.

-You feel better as you walk a little to the music store.

-'Omg, they have the new ver2 lightstick'. You say before entering the store.

-'Not another lightstick, you have like 20'. He says kinda chuckling.

-'But they're so pretty'. You say as you grab one. 'I'm buying it'. You look in your bag for your wallet. 'Here, hold my phone I can't see anything'.

-'Ah, it's buzzing again'. He says.

-'Who is it?'

-'It just says ‘squirrel emoji guy’'. He looks confused at the screen. 'y/n is this Jisung?'

-'Of course, who else?’ You giggle. ‘Answer it please and ask him what he wants'.

-He does as you say and answers the phone. 'Hey. Yeah. Nah we're at the music store and she's buying something'. He smirks naughtily. 'Yeah, another lightstick'. He chuckles as you punch him lightly on his shoulder.

-'You two idiots stop laughing at me'.

-They're always joking about you owning a lamp store cause all your lightsticks.

-'Jisung says he misses you'. He chuckles. God knows what he actually said.

-You laugh too. 'Fuck you both. And you're paying for this lightstick now'.

-'y/n I don't know if I should support your addiction with my money'. Changbin says.

-'Give me that phone'. You say, then you hand him the lightstick and push him to the register as you speak to Jisung. 'Sungie, what did you call for?' You cutely ask.

-'Huh? Why so cute? Aren’t you mad?' He chuckles. 'Anyway I just wanted to check. We're still meeting on Thursday, right?'

-'Yeah'.

-'Ok, see you then and text me later. I'm here all alone with Woojin and I miss you so much'.

-'Ok baby, I will but stop laughing at me with Binnie'.

-'Yeah~' He giggles.

-When you hang up Changbin is waiting for you with a bag on his hand. 'Your lightstick'. He says. 'They gave me a poster too'.

-'Thank you baby'. You say hugging him.

-He smiles as he hugs you back.

-Back at home Changbin sits as you go find some wine.

-Your phone buzzes again in the living room.

-'y/n who's Jisung?'

-You chuckle. 'You've known him longer than I have'.

-'No. I mean this guy who's been texting you. It just says 'Jisung' on his name'.

-'Oh!'. You appear with two cups of wine in your hands. 'That's just a guy from work'. You say handling him one of the cups.

-'Ah he works with you?'

-'No, no. He's just a client'.

-Changbin tilts his head as he looks at you. 'Why does he have your number then?'

-'He asked me to play LoL with him'.

-'And he needed your number for that?'

-'Yeah, I guess. He said it was to let me know when he's playing'.

-'So innocent y/n'.

-'What?? You really think he wants something else? He seemed so shy'.

-'Hm... He's texted you so much though...'

-'Let me check. Is probably just gaming stuff'. You say as you take your phone. 'Ah see? He's just asking about builds etc...'

-'Hm... Kay..'

-You raise a brow at him. 'Are you jealous?'

-'What? No, I'm just saying...' He bites his lower lip not to say something rude. 'Anyway he looks young on his pic'.

-'Yeah, he probably is. Don't think too much about it he just wanted someone to play online'.

-'If he makes you feel uncomfortable you tell me'. He says.

-'Well I could tell him myself to fuck off but thanks for being there too'. You chuckle then peck his cheek.

-Next day at work everything goes as always and you're almost falling asleep in your chair till Jisung asks for help with his computer again.

-'Is it not working again?' You ask. 'That's weird. Maybe you have bad luck with computers'. You say as you lean over his shoulder to move the mouse and check what's wrong.

-He slightly looks at his side to find your boobs right next to his face.

-He looks at them for a moment and then looks away flustered.

-You don't notice any of that.

-What you do notice is the sound one of the screens make as they crush against the floor.

-You both look up startled.

-Changbin is standing next to the broken monitor.

-People there are so confused about what just happened.

-He looks at Jisung in the eyes as he takes his wallet out.

-Then your manager comes and before she starts talking Changbin gives her a bunch of money. 'Go away'. He says taking his eyes from Jisung for a second to look at her and she dissapears without saying a word after taking the money.

-He fixes his eyes in Jisung’s again and you walk towards him.

-'Changbin...' Your hands on his arms so he'll look at you instead.

-'I'll pick you up later'. He says.

-'Ok'. You say. Obviously you sound worried.

-He walks away and the rest of the people there can breath again.

-You apologize and after some minutes is like nothing happened.

-Jisung walks out with you as you end your shift.

-'I'm sorry about earlier'. He says.

-'What do you mean?'

-He blushes. 'I'm sorry. I looked at your boobs for a second cause I turned my head and they were there and...'

-You lightly blush. 'Ah, you did?' He nods still red as a freakin tomato. 'Well you didn't do it on purpose'.

-'I...should have looked away faster'. He says making you laugh.

-'You know what you should do? Go away before my now apparently jealous boyfriend comes back'.

-'I'm waiting for some friends though'. He says.

-'Oh, ok then. We can't do anything about that'. You chuckle.

-Your smile fades away as you see Jaemin and the other kids turning around the corner.

-Jisung looks at you nervously. 'Ah... I wanted to tell you. I was one of the guys on the beach the other night. I thanked you before going away... But it was so dark I understand if you don't remember'.

-You don't know what to say.

-'Ah... I've been meaning to tell you I swear'.

-'Why did you ask for my phone number?' You ask directly. 'Some kind of revenge or something?'

-'What? Ah... I thought you were nice that night so I wanted to get to know you better'.

-'So you lied to me. You said it was only to let me know when you were playing'.

-'Well I did want to play LoL with you. But I kinda fell for you a little too that night. And when I came here some days after and it turned out you worked here. I thought it was too much of a coincidence'.

-You let out a frustrated sigh. 'I really think you should grab your friends and go before Changbin is back'.

-'y/n...'

-Speaking of his friends, as they get there they look at you kinda confused cause they can't exactly remember where they saw you before but they know they did.

-'Jisung, are we watching that movie or what?' Jaemin asks.

-'Yeah... I guess so'. He says as he looks at you with a sad expression one last time before turning around.

-'Ah, Jisung'. You call him. 'Delete my number. I can't stand liars'.

-'I didn't mean to lie'. He says, pouting a bit.

-'You heard her'. Changbin says appearing out of nowhere.

-Jisung looks at the floor and walks away with his friends.

-You sigh. 'You heard?' You ask Changbin and he nods.

-'I was waiting for you long before you ended your shift'.

-'We're not telling Hannie about this, right?' You say as you start walking home.

-'Of course not, Jisung would kill that guy'.

-'You say that as if you were super chill about it earlier'.

-'I was just sending a message'.

-'It didn't work Changbin. He confessed anyway'. You chuckle.

-'Right... Maybe we should tell Jisung after all'.

Part3 (soon)

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Cradle Broken Glass - Chapter Sixty

Shopping was never exactly Layla’s forte. She could barely even keep the sigh from leaving her lips when Ash pulled her to yet another boutique in the city. Ever since she had found out about the engagement, Ash had pulled her into full bridesmaid mode, where everyday since telling her they had gone hunting for everything needed. Ash already had a location in mind to use for the ceremony and reception, and Jeff had already bought suits and everything he needed. Layla had been dragged along to a bakery and wedding shop to order a cake and buy table settings. And now, Ash was forcing her to buy her bridesmaid dress. She wouldn’t have minded so much but she was in no way ready to dress up like a princess.

Since it had come to light that Eddie was going to be the best man at the wedding - meaning she would have to see him again for the first time in two years -  her thoughts were giving her mild anxiety. She had been avoiding him so far, since the planning for the wedding was rushed so everyone in the wedding party had different tasks that they were all doing separately. But she knew sooner or later she was going to have to see him again and it terrified her. 

What if he had a girlfriend that he was bringing to the wedding? What if he barely even looked at her? What if he didn’t care at all that she was there? She didn’t know what she wanted him to do. But one thing she had to make sure of was that she looked good. Which was exactly why shopping for a dress was freaking her out so much. She needed to look fucking amazing to show him that she was doing fine. She had too much pride to let him know that she was still a fucking mess. When they had first broken up she had put a bit of weight on (which was an insult to injury since she was already insecure about her curves), and it had gotten worse when he had tried to talk to her through harassing Ash after she got that flight back from Seattle. She had spent the past year trying to lose it, and even though she had half succeeded, it would still feel like a kick in the teeth to not look her best when he saw her all dolled up.

“What about this one?” Ash said excitedly, effectively pulling Layla out of her reverie, and forcing her to come back to the real world. She looked at the dress that Ash was holding out and grimaced slightly. Ash sighed and went back to picking something out.

“Look, it’s your wedding, so I will wear whatever you want me to. I want you to be happy so it doesn’t matter if I like the dress or not, I’ll try that one on if you like it.” Layla responded, feeling bad for not liking anything that Ash was going for. The colour theme her and Jeff had gone for was a pastel blue, nearly white, and it was absolutely stunning for all the decorations that they were planning for the ceremony and reception. But it seemed like every dress in that colour that they had found was dreary and old fashioned.

“No. I want you to love the dress and feel comfortable. You’re my best friend in the world and you’re opinion means everything. I mean, if it wasn’t for you I would have bought those horrible centerpieces the other day and that would have been a fucking disaster!” Ash said and Layla laughed along with her while she started to browse through the racks, still not finding anything. Until she saw a piece of fabric with the colour she was looking for and pulled it from the racks, turning and showing Ash.

“Fuck. I need to see you in that!” Ash squealed excitedly, and Layla followed along with her. They both made their way to the dressing rooms and Layla practically ripped her clothes off to get the dress on. A small part of her brain told her that while the dress was beautiful, there was no way it was going to look good on her body, but she squashed it down, telling herself that even if she looked shit, at least the dress was great for the wedding. Yet as she zipped up the back, she looked in the mirror and felt like crying. 

She had never seen herself so good before, and it made her feel amazing. Her rich chestnut hair flowed over her shoulders perfectly to accentuate the off the shoulder dress. It was the lightest pastel blue she had ever seen, the sweetheart neckline giving her ample cleavage and the almost jersey fabric style cinched her waist in perfectly. There was a slit going down on side which gave her more room and made the whole thing look seductive. She breathed in and opened the curtain to show Ash.

“What the fuck! You cannot wear that or I’m going to look upstaged at my own fucking wedding!” Ash screamed, causing multiple women to look out way in the store, but Layla could hardly care as her and her friend grinned at each other.

“You like it?” She asked apprehensively.

“I fucking love it. Geez, Jeff might even leave me for you, who knows.” They both laughed at each other before Layla went behind the curtain to get changed again. They went to the front of the store and paid for the dress and alterations as well as ordering two others for Ash’s cousins who were stepping in as bridesmaids. She didn’t really want anyone up there other than Layla, but since Jeff was having Stone and Mike as groomsmen, she didn’t really want it to look imbalanced. 

Layla was on cloud nine as they left.

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“How’s my favourite mountain man?” Layla practically screamed as her and Ash walked through the front door, effectively scaring the shit out of Jeff who jumped three feet out of his bones. He turned around to offer her a glare before he practically ran over to Ash and planted a sloppy kiss on her mouth.

“Much better now.” He said as he batted his eyes at her best friend, making Layla gag.

“Well it better be food I’m smelling because I’m hungry as fuck.” Ash said before she proceeded towards the kitchen and started to stir the pot that Jeff had on the stove. Layla sat down on the couch and he joined soon after, with Ash’s humming from the kitchen being the only thing to be heard.

“You okay?” he asked to break the silence and she pondered for a minute what exactly he what referring to. Either way she didn’t know how to respond honestly. Even though her and Ash being best friends had meant she saw Jeff, she wasn’t as close to him as she once was since she didn’t want the constant reminder of her ex. She could often sense Jeff wanted to talk more but she cut the conversation off usually since she knew where it was heading and she didn’t like it. Yet she couldn’t help but feel like she’d lost a brother since the breakup but she didn’t know what to do about it. Her relationship with Stone and Mike was even worse, seeing as she had only seen them a handful of times since and its was extremely uncomfortable.

It was one thing she was still bitter about. It had seemed like Eddie didn’t want them to still be friends with her, and even though they she still talked to the boys, he had essentially gotten his wish.

“I’m alright. Just tired after shopping all day. Your fiancee is like a hamster on crack when it comes to it.” She responded, hoping he would take the hint and change the subject.

“I mean, are you okay, you know, with everything?” He reiterated with a soft voice she had missed. It was the one he used whenever she was in a bad place and was trying to comfort her. It didn’t bring her any comfort now, knowing it came from pity most likely.

“Jeff, I’m completely and utterly fine. No need to have a heart to heart about it.” She said, being blunt and hoping he wouldn’t continue the conversation on the way it was going..

“Okay, okay, I’m butting out.” He laughed and Layla’s body instantly filled with affection for the man who had been her rock since she had moved to Seattle. Jeff gave her a kind smile before getting up and walking to the kitchen, most likely to check on Ash. But as he got to the doorway, he turned around.

“If it makes you feel any better, he’s a nervous wreck right now. I know he’s my friend and all, but you having your shit together would make him breakdown more than he already is and I would pay to see that.” He finished with another smile and then walked into the kitchen.

Layla sat there stunned, not knowing how to process that information, whether she was happy or sad about it. But she couldn’t help but let a small amount of bitterness set into her as she watched Jeff and Ash kissing and laughing in the kitchen, all loved up. She hated her jealousy.

*****

Eddie and Layla are finally going to meet again in the next chapter! How do you think it’s going to go? Hope you all enjoyed and sending positive vibes all your way xxx

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Cody Fern x Reader [Sweet Love, Sweet Escape]

- Part One-

Request and plot from: @del-rcys

Genre: Drama | Romance

Synopsis: Y/n is an upcoming singer and decides to take things slow as her career starta to kick off. One night, after performing at a local bar, she meets a guy there who goes by the name of Cody. Y/n talks to him about her alcoholic doesn't support her, but she wants him to get better. Her mother is the only one that seems to be supportive of her daughter's career at the moment. Soon, y/n and Cody hit it off, and an epic journey begins through passionate love, romance, family, and of course... music.

Warning: May contain foul language or sexual content.

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I am sorry if I went deep in the beginning, or something. I'm now writing out part 2. I hope you guys will like it! I'm up for advice and requests! :D Thank you, guys! Wait, so I suck at poetry, but I threw in something, though, lol. 😅

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You were at the age of ten when you picked up your first guitar at a music store. You held onto it as if it were magic, and you ran your fingers on the strings just to hear the sound. It filled you with wonder, and you started to dream. Your heart ached for this instrument; it filled you with desire and happiness. You even giggled when you continued to stroke on the instrument.

Your mother noticed your fascination with the guitar, and it warmed her heart, and she gave a soft smile that never reached her eyes. Her eyes was full of sorrow. Your family was broken up and poor, but despite all that, you grew up to be a sweet, young thing. You showed compassion and kindness to anyone who was hurt, especially animals. You even shed tears when your hamster died, or finding a dead bird on the lawn. One thing your mother never saw, was watching you smile. All she ever wanted was for you to live life to the fullest, and to be filled with love and laughter. Your mother made it her life's mission to put money on the side, from her job as a waitress, to buy you the guitar you've played in secret.

Two years have passed since then, and you were twelve with two sisters. You were the oldest, and your father expected more out of you to set a good example. In short, he was the hardest on you.

Christmas day came around the corner and the family couldn't afford much. Your mother continued as a waitress, and your father lost his job as an engineer technician. The company he worked for ran into financial issues, and they had to lay off the majority of workers, including your father. This led him to binge drinking on alcohol at the local bar, in turn, he became an alcoholic. It was not pretty, because he was an angry drunk. He would come home to argue with mother, occassionally striking her with bare hands. You and the sisters would hide in your rooms. It went to the point you guys would even lock yourselves inthe closet, and cover the ears while holding onto a favorite stuffed animal.

One evening, your mother knocked on your door, to reassure you that your father left. You pulled your blanket, it covered you, down to peak to look at her face. Evenugh you were twelve, you understood how your mom recieved the bruise, but you decided it was best not to question it.

Your mom cleared her throat, and gave you a big luggage for you to open, "Oh, my sweet baby, I wish you had a better life than this," She started to tear up, and stroked your hair to calm you down, "I love you, and I want you to chase your dreams. I brought a surprise, I remember seeing you play with a guitar, so I just," She handed the case to you willingly, "Please open it."

You blinked, and felt a tad excitement stirring as you took off the blanket, and hovered your tiny fingers on the case. You asked quietly, "How do I open it, mommy?"

Your mom gave a slight, saddened grin, amd opened four lockets on the side to reveal the guitar you played at the music store.

You stared, trying desperately to comprehend. You gazed at your mother's eyes to ask, "Is this mine?"

She nodded, choking up, "Yes, baby, yes!" She planted a kiss on your forehead, "It's best if you don't speak to your father, or sisters. Let it be our little secret," she winked.

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[Years Later]

You sat in a spotlight at a local bar, with a guitar on your lap, and a microphone in front of you. You were on a bar stool, and you were ready to play, but you also felt nervous. You were too hard on yourself, so you were anxious, wondering if you were any good. You cleared your throat, and your voice began to escape in a mellow, soft tune. It was slow, and you touched the strings of the guitar with grace. Tears struck your eyes, because you bottled you're feelings for too long,

"I can't express my feelings well,

no matter how much I try.

You've told me not to dwell,

No matter how much you've made me cry."

The song was about your alcoholic father, of how much pain he caused you throughout the years, but you still loved him dearly. The audience stared in silence. Most of them had to take out tissues from crying.

Once you were done, the room remained quiet, since the people on the seats were trying to process the song. A few minutes after, they clapped and cheered for you. Then, you ended up getting off stage to take your leave. You honestly didn't feel like staying longer, because the song took a lot of energy out of you.

However, a guy, with blonde hair, kind of wavy and short, stopped you from leaving. He stood over you, and he talked in an attractive accent, "Beautiful song, a bit emotional. I loved it, mind if I buy you a drink?" He furrowed his brows, and smiled lightly, "You look like you're in need of it."

He's right, you thought, what did you have to lose? He seemed polite, and you fancied his voice, so you nodded, "Okay. Thank you, what's your name?"

He chuckled, "Right," he offered you his hand to shake, "I'm Cody Fern. Pleasure to meet you."

You tilt your head, where did I hear that name before? Your eyes widened, "Oh my god. Oh my god," you tried hard to contain yourself, "Shit, fuck. Ah, sorry," You pinched your nose bridge in embarassment, "You're the new cast on American Horror Story! I love your character. Haha, goodness." Breathe, [y/n], just breathe.

His grin widened, he was feeling amused by the reaction,"Ah, so you've heard of me. I feel flattered," He offered his arm so he could lead you to a couple of stools, "Can I escort you, mi'lady?"

You couldn't remember the last time you enjoyed yourself, especially being around good company, "Absolutely, sir!" You held onto his arm, and the two of you walked together.

Once you two sat on a couple of stools at the bar's counter, he glanced at you in question, "So, sorry, but I never did get your name." The bar tender gave you guys a couple of cold beers that seemed to be overfilled. Cody mouthed a 'thank you' to him.

I pressed the rim of the glass to my lips, and sipped, blech, why didn't I go for wine? Your nose wrinkled in distaste. You blinked up at Cody, "Oh, right, I'm sorry. I'm [y/n]."

"That's a beautiful name. Has a ring to it, if I say so myself." He winked, and took a swig of his beer.

You couldn't help, but notice he still carried an accent, so you had to ask, "Uh, can I ask where you're from?" He is a damn good actor, you thought admiringly.

He laughed, "Australia. Down under," he paused to drink more of his beer, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but this tastes a little funny." His lip made a pout. He definitely disapproved the drink.

You grinned, he is too cute. You agreed, "I actually thought the same thing, must be the beer. Hey! I can propose a better idea," your eyes flashed wickedly at him.

You managed to pique his interest, "Anything in mind?" He wondered.

"Hmm," you tapped your chin with an index finger, "Pizza and wine, then walk around on sidewalk under the moonlight? Maybe tell stories?" You hoped he would jump at the opportunity, because you found yourself enjoying being around him.

He quirked his eyebrows, "So, a date, then, and we didn't even exchange phone numbers yet. Count me in!"

You both exchanged smiles as you two left the bar, leaving a good enough tip on the table.

[certifiedmarkleetrash]

Gryffindor!Mark AU

A/N: I’m awful at being consistent with my updates, I apologize!

Warnings: None

HE’s SO SOFT IM GONNA THROW UP I LOVE HIM

·         Fuck

·         I love mark lee so damn much im gonna fucking die writing this

·         Mork lee is a 4th year Gryffindor

·         Also, Gryffindor’s seeker

·         Very talented seeker literally so very talented

·         Ugh

·         You are a 4th year Hufflepuff and very skilled in Transfiguration

·         4th year Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors were together in Transfiguration

·         You and your friend were seated together, and Mark and a fellow Gryffindor named Jaemin were seated behind you

·         Today in Transfiguration you were tasked to turn a hamster into a hat

·         You transfigured the hamster easily and turned it back into a hamster, earning praise from Professor McGonagall  

·         Meanwhile Mark accidently turned his hamster into a hair tie?

·         He doesn’t know what he did wrong, but Professor McGonagall just shook her head in disappointment

·         Towards the end of class Professor McGonagall told you and Mark to stay after class

·         Both you and Mark approached her desk

·         “Mr. Lee has shown a significant lack of skill in Transfiguration. Meanwhile, Miss L/N has shown an extraordinary skill in this class. Therefore, I shall have Miss L/N tutor Mr. Lee. Mr. Lee is doing so poorly that he is set to receive a P on his OWLs.” She looked at Mark, “I know you want to go into the Ministry after you leave Hogwarts, and you need to receive a passing grade on both your OWLs and NEWTs.”

·         Mark looked down in embarrassment

·         “Miss L/N is one of the best Transfiguration students I’ve ever taught. She will teach you well, now off you go Mark, you have quidditch practice, and I expect Gryffindor to win the quidditch cup this year”

·         Both you and Mark left the classroom and you stopped Mark, “When and where do you want to meet for our study sessions?”

·         Mark bit his lip, “Um, I have quidditch practice every Friday, Saturday and Sunday from 3pm to 7pm. I can do the other days of the week after classes end for the day”

·         “Okay, and where would you like to study?”

·         “Is it possible that we could study in the courtyard?”

·         “Why the courtyard?”

·         Mark shyly looked down, “It’s my favorite place at the school”

·         You smiled and laid your hand on his arm, “Okay, first study session is Monday after class in the courtyard, I’ll see you there!” you left down the hallway and Mark stared at you

·         Suddenly from the other end of the hallway, Jaemin called Mark so they could hurry to quidditch practice

·         Later that evening as you sat in the Hufflepuff common room you couldn’t help but wonder what could happen with the school’s star seeker

·         You honestly couldn’t focus on the paper for History of Magic you were trying to write so you ultimately went to bed

·         Soon enough, Monday was upon you and you were waiting in the Courtyard with all of your Transfiguration textbooks

·         You heard a soft cough behind you and you looked behind you to see Mark standing sheepishly

·         “Come, sit and we’ll get started” you said

·         Mark sat and looked at you, “I’m sorry for troubling you with this, I’m sure there are better things you’d rather be doing”

·         “As a Hufflepuff, I regrettably can say that there isn’t anything else I’d rather be doing right now”

·         “That’s sad” Mark pouted.

·         “It is, what it is. Now what Transfiguration spell is the most difficult for you?”

·         Mark bit his lip, “All of them?”

·         You rolled your eyes, “I know this, but which one is the most difficult for you?”

·         “Um… Revelio?”

·         “Really? That one we learned in the 2nd year!”

·         Mark blushed and looked down, “I know, I just haven’t gotten the hang of it yet…”

·         You slightly chuckled, “Well the trick is…” and you continued to teach Mark Revelio

·         Soon enough dusk came over the courtyard and Mark was finally getting the hang of Revelio

·         “Thanks y/n, I really appreciate you helping me out.”

·         “It’s no problem Mark, I had fun” you chuckled.

·         Suddenly Mark’s brows furrowed, and he pulled out a glowing drachma from his robes

·         “Haechan and his friend want to see me.” He tapped the drachma with his wand 3 times and pocketed it.

·         “You hang with Haechan and that girl?” you asked.

·         “Yeah, I actually knew Haechan before we came to Hogwarts, he’s actually my best friend”

·         “Woah I didn’t expect you, a baby lion, to hang with the serpents”

·         “Baby lion?’’

·         “You don’t even know what your fangirls call you?”

·         “And you do?”

·         “I overhear things, Minhyung Lee, don’t get any ideas.”

·         Mark chuckled and looked at you while you smiled

·         ‘Maybe she’s wrong and Hufflepuff’s are fun after all’ he thought.

·         “Shouldn’t you go see what Haechan and that girl want?” you asked.

·         “Oh yeah! So same time tomorrow?” He asked.

·         You nodded and waved at him as he left the courtyard leaving you with a racing mind full of the baby lion

·         The next day and you and Mark are in the courtyard again

·         “So what happened last night with Haechan and that girl?”

·         Mark suddenly got red in the face remembering what he walked in on last night

·         “Dude, your face is so red are you okay?”

·         “Uh, well I walked in on them about to kiss because she tripped and fell on top of Haechan and well yeah.”

·         “Woah, that’s wild”

·         “Yeah, so what are we learning today?”

·         Weeks later, and many lessons later the week of the semi-finals of quidditch are here and Mark is hella stressing

·         “Mark! Do you wanna take a break because you’re not paying attention”

·         “I’m sorry y/n, gosh I’m just so nervous about the match on Friday”

·         You smiled at Mark and put a hand on his knee, “I know you’ll be fine Mark. You’re the best seeker in Hogwarts.”

·         Mark looked at you and smiled, “Thanks y/n your words really mean a lot.”

·         “Well, it’s getting late. You’re doing so well, I don’t think we need to do these lessons anymore” you stood up.

·         “Wait! I don’t wanna stop.”

·         You turned around like ???? wut ????

·         “Could we keep hanging out? Here in the courtyard? You’re a lot quieter than Haechan and I feel at ease around you.” Mark shyly smiled

·         “Uh um sure.” You were panicking on the inside, Mark Lee, Hogwarts star seeker wanted to keep hanging out with you?

·         “Great! Thanks y/n, um if Gryffindor wins the game Friday, we usually hold a party in our common room, do you wanna come?”

·         “To a Gryffindor party? How would I get in?”

·         “I would let you in, just dress like a Gryffindor and you’ll fit right in!”

·         You chuckled, “Okay, I’ll come if it happens.”

·         Mark smiled and suddenly hugged you, “Thanks y/n! I’ll see you at the match right?”

·         “Of course, I couldn’t miss it.” You smiled.

·         You found yourself in the stands at the quidditch pitch watching Gryffindor compete against Slytherin to go to the quidditch cup.

·         You wondered how Haechan was going to react if Gryffindor won and you also wondered how Mark was gonna react if Slytherin won. Either way, you didn’t think it would be good.

·         Currently Gryffindor was ahead and Mark was in pursuit of the snitch and you were holding your breath in anticipation, would Mark be able to catch it?

·         “Come on Mark!” You screamed.

·         Mark felt his fingers close around the fluttering snitch and it hit him, him and Gryffindor were going to the quidditch cup!

·         After being tackled by all his teammates, Mark headed to the locker rooms to change out of his quidditch robes. As he was leaving to head back up to the castle, somebody jumped on his back.

·         “YOU WON!” you yelled happily.

·         Mark laughed as you continued to praise him for winning.

·         You got off his back, “So, how do I look? Do I look Gryffindor enough?”

·         He looked you up and down. You were dressed in an off-shoulder maroon and gold sweater and black skinny jeans.

·         “You look amazing.”

·         You blushed and tucked your hair behind your ear, “Let’s get to the party Mark.”

·         Once Mark entered the common room, the room erupted in cheers and raised Mark onto their shoulders and you took in the interior of Gryffindor’s common room. You were amazed at how cozy it looked.

·         “Say a couple words Mark!” somebody yelled.

·         You turned your attention back to Mark as he laughed with his fellow Gryffindors

·         “Well, I mainly owe my thanks to somebody who has helped me with a lot.” Mark eyes met yours, “Y/n.”

·         A Gryffindor behind you pushed you into the center of the room with Mark

·         “It all started with transfiguration lessons, and now I don’t think I wanna be away from her.” Mark said this while looking into your eyes.

·         “Yo, isn’t she a Hufflepuff? What is she doing here? This a Gryffindor party! Bug off!” said a Gryffindor girl.

·         You looked down in embarrassment, but Mark put his arm around your waist, “I invited her because I wanted her here. If you don’t like it, then you can bug off!”

·         The girl scoffed and glared at you

·         Soon enough the party started again and you were in the corner with Mark

·         “So, you don’t wanna be away from me eh?” you smirked.

·         “Yeah, you can’t get rid of me now love.” Mark put both of his hands on your waist and pulled you closer

·         You stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against Mark’s lips

·         His hands tightened around your waist as he deepened the kiss

·         Eventually you both pulled away

·         “I better get back to my common room” you said while pouting.

·         “I’ll walk you there.”

·         Mark did just that and you arrived at the entrance.

·         “I know you don’t wanna be away from me Mark, but unfortunately we are in different houses.” You held his hand.

·         “I’ll be okay, as long as I can see you most of the day.” Mark kissed your cheek.

·         “That sounds like a plan baby lion.” You smiled and opened the entrance into Hufflepuff’s common room, “Night Mark, get back safely.”

·         “Night”

·         Soon enough you and Mark became inseparable and you received a drachma from Haechan and his now-girlfriend so you could all hang out together

[thisisagoodtimetoleave]

I am going to rant here for two minutes, because here I can say whatever the fuck, because no-one comes here to read anything I write. I don’t say that with spite, I think it’s a good thing.

I’ve been writing stories and shit ever since I can remember. They’re not always of course very good stories, but that’s okay - my readership/viewership is too limited for my bad stories to upset anyone. But for the past few months, I’ve been putting my stories out there to be seen, judged and I’m still painfully aware that, they are not really the best ones. And now everyone can see me for the fraud that I am.

But yesterday, I met some friends and we saw a screening of a show we did together. I cringed my way through some scenes, because they were not my or my co-writer’s finest moments. But people laughed anyway, people cheered anyway - because that’s what your team does for you. And my producer came upto me and quietly said, you know this is all you right? They’re clapping and cheering for you - because very often it’s just those seen on the screen who walk away with all the credit. Her words were encouraging and mortifying at the same time - because THIS IS ALL ME. This is what I’ve put out there. And everyone could hate it so so much.

I was also nervous, because I watched a very close friend’s show which came out at the same time. Everything about that show was beautiful. But my friend felt very very far. Like I didn’t know him anymore. And I wondered if I was jealous or I just missed my friend. Did I like him better when he was anxious and struggling and like me in so many ways? And now that he’s not, I can no longer relate? What a horrible person that makes me. I thought I was above all this.

Which made me think. The past three-four years have been life altering in so many ways. My closest friends are no longer physically near me. Some not emotionally either. Some of them are married, about to be married, thinking of/already have babies. I still love them, and perhaps they love me too - but they’ve left me so far behind in terms of personal growth. They know so much more. And I’m struggling just to keep head above water. Maybe they are too. But we don’t talk much anymore. And if I’m to believe some of them, I don’t even bother listening.

I’ve been on my hamster’s wheel for years - dwelling over things like my mother dying, my weight issues, depression, writer’s block, inability to connect with my family anymore blah blah blah whine whine whine. Honestly, I’m a little tired of it too. And I can see it in my abysmal prose, my sad attempts at writing a screenplay, a story. I have no stories to tell. The ones I do, you’ve all heard them before.

[smutmylifeup]

Out Of The Office Drama - Ride Him Until She Get’s Friction Burns.

@smile-smile-ichthys @hifftn @whatdoyouexpectthistime

“Ryo, what is going on?”

Rose asked jogging to keep up with the pace Ryosuke was walking or should we put it - stomping.

Her hand was still clasped tightly in his and Rose was reluctant to snatch it away despite being utterly confused with what was going on and a little frustrated at being dragged around like a rag doll.

This was the first time she had held his hand since they were kids or the first time she was fully aware they were holding hands. They were so much bigger than hers now. He really wasn’t a little boy anymore and she wasn’t a little girl either.

Her fully realised feelings for him made her heart thud against her chest. She had no idea what was going on but she loved the way her hand seemed to fit naturally into his.

Ironic really as it was the other way around when they were kids.

He’d dragged her out of the Shiki publishing building and they were now on the streets outside. It was dark but the city lights lead the way. It was a little chillier than when she’d first left to attend the Seasonelle party, good thing this isn’t a voltage game or she’ll definitely end up with a fever tomorrow.

Ryosuke hadn’t said a word since they left. Which was so unlike him, it was always a challenge to get him to shut up.

Something wasn’t right.

Rose dug in her heels – thankfully she wasn’t actually wearing heels or that would have been disastrous, and used all her strength to bring Ryosuke to a halt.

Luckily it worked and he turned to look at her.

She stood slightly shivering, her brow furrowed as she stared at the ground before lifting her gaze.

“Are you cold?”

He asked but he didn’t let her answer, he’d already let go of her hand and removed his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders and making sure there was no bare skin on show before he looked away.

“Thank you.”

It was like a mouse whispered in the wind. Rose’s voice was somewhat shy at his act of kindness and how he knew that she was cold before she’d really registered it herself. She’d lost all train of thought enveloped in his smell and his warmth that was still clinging to his jacket.

He took her hand again, this time softer and continued to walk but next to her rather than in front of her and at a pace that didn’t make her feet ache as they made contact with the pavement.

Nothing was said for quite some time.

Conks were turning in her head at the slowest pace ever. She couldn’t understand what had just happened. Miho showing up in a catwoman suit with Ryosuke?

‘You’re welcome.’

Why had Miho said that?

She wasn’t stupid enough to not figure out that this was some plan her boss had concocted.

Why else would she wear a superhero suit out in public?

But what she couldn’t wrap her head around was why Ryosuke was acting this way. He didn’t seem quite as angry anymore, but he also wasn’t himself either. There was a palpable tension in the air that Rose wasn’t a fan of.

With fleeting glances at him, she really wished she could read his mind right now.

Rose eventually recognised the neighbourhood and realised they were walking back to her studio.

“Well, you’re home safe and sound.”

He said looking everywhere but at Rose.

Rose didn’t say anything, just looked from his face to their hands. Their fingers were still laced together and seemingly reluctant to let go. She wasn’t pleased with what he said, it wasn’t any form of an explanation. So she tugged his hand and entered through the doors. Buzzing her key to let her into the building.

Surprisingly, he didn’t resist allowing Rose to pull him until they were into her apartment. She let go of his hand, shrugged off his jacket and placed it over an easel further in the room so he couldn’t grab his jacket and run off without bypassing her, and then turned towards him.

“So, are you going to tell me what that was all about?”

Rose asked, she had all the time in the world for Ryosuke but with some many questions snapping through her head she was starting to get a little impatient especially when he was making no effort to explain himself.

“I, I didn’t like the way that guy was looking at you or touching you. He has no right to do that.”

Ryosuke stated, his voice firm and full of something that resembled anger.

“What guy?”

Rose asked genuinely confused as to what he was talking about.

“That guy! Then one I saw leaving here before, he looked like a wolf ready to pounce on his prey!”

Minato.

Well, considering they WERE fuck buddies and GOOD fuck buddies at that. And he always had the eyes of a wolf looking at her, she wasn’t surprised to hear him say that.

“Why does that matter?”

Rose genuinely didn’t know. She’s never had the feelings of jealousy or possessiveness that Ryosuke was feeling, so she couldn’t quite wrap her head around Ryosuke’s feelings.

Miho would probably smack her across the back of the head if she was here.

“Because!”

He exclaimed but bit his tongue from saying anything else. He was breathing heavily through his nostrils rapidly before he took a few more slow, deep and soothing breaths. Then he closed his eyes for a brief moment.

“I, I love you,” Ryosuke was staring at Rose now, his eyes big and puppy like – full of hope and innocence. “And not just as a childhood friend, more than that. It’s always been more than that. I didn’t want to lose you to that guy, not so soon after finding you again. I’m sorry, I know you were probably having fun and it’s not my place to decide who you want to be with. I know it’s selfish but I want you to be with me and only me. I never want to have to share you, ever.”

Rose gulped and it was the only sound heard after Ryosuke’s confession.

People say you feel butterflies when you’re around the person you like. They didn’t say that your heart felt like a hamster on speed and the butterflies in your stomach felt like they were on steroids.

She was head over heels in love with him.

And that was quite scary.

Although that may be amplified by the whisky in her system too.

But she was definitely in love with him that was certain and even with the fears running through her mind, she was so happy she’d been rendered speechless.

This was all so surreal. This was like the mushy, gushy crap she’d seen in dramas or read in romance novels. She didn’t think that people actually felt like this.

“Please, say something?”

He begged, his voice that was strong during his confession now weak and childlike and Rose felt her heart clench.

“I love you too.”

Was all she could say.

She wanted to say about seventy different things but that one was on the tip of her tongue and the first in the queue to come out of her mouth.

“What?”

His head that had fallen forward slightly, ready for what he thought was going to be rejection, bolted up. His eyes wider than she had ever seen them before.

She couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I love you, you big, soft, idiot,” She walked until she was stood in front of him, his head following hers until he was looking down at her. “I want to be with you too.”

“R-really?”

He looked at her disbelievingly. And Rose wanted to frown that he doubted her, but with all her teasing how was he supposed to take her seriously.

“Really.”

She confirmed, she gripped onto the front of his white shirt and fiddled with a button as her eyes flitted from his face to her fingers. A little shy about her own confession.

It was her first one after all.

In all her life, she honestly didn’t think she’d ever get to say those words to someone. Especially to Ryosuke. But right in this moment she couldn’t imagine saying them to anyone else whole heartedly.  

A stray tear rolled down his cheek and Rose’s hand cradled his jaw in her palm and instinctively swiped it away from existence with her thumb. She cupped his cheek and pulled him down towards her.

“I’m never letting go of you again.”

She whispered just before their lips gently touched for the briefest of seconds.

A sigh left Rose’s lips. That was the most innocent kiss of her life. Normally when she kissed someone it was with the intention of more happening afterwards. However, this was a sacred moment.

Of course she wanted to ride him until she got friction burns.

BUT.

Sex wasn’t the most important thing right now.

Looking into his smiling face was just as damn good as any orgasm, if not even better.

“I like that look on your face.”

He looked relieved, worn out but overwhelmingly happy.

Rose smiled when Ryosuke rested his forehead against hers and wrapped his hands lightly around her waist and pulled her as close to him as he could without having to stop looking into her eyes.

“I like your face in general.”

Suddenly there was a cheesy taste on her tongue.

“Of course, how could you resist this face?”

Rose fluttered her eyelashes and pouted her lips slightly as if she were Marlin Monroe. She was initially just teasing him. Even if they were more than friends now, teasing him was just too much fun to pass up on.

Then an awkward kiss landed on her lips.

Her eyes widened at the forwardness of that one action and then she smiled widely when he began to blush about seventy different shades of red.

“You are so cute.”

Rose pecked his lips again before pulling away from him enough to lead him towards her futon. It was purely innocent on Rose’s behalf but a nervous Ryosuke followed behind her.

She let go and sat down so she was comfortable and waited for him to join her. But he didn’t.

He stood over her, his cheeks ablaze and his eyes looking at everything that wasn’t Rose.

“Ryo, you can sit y’know?”

Rose cocked her head as she watched him.

And then it clicked as to why he was being a little hesitant.

“Hey, I’m not gonna bite,” Not yet anyway, Rose thought but decided not to make him explode right now, “I just want to cuddle with you.”

Ryosuke’s head snapped towards her, his eyes that looked full of uncertainty now looked full of embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry, I’ve never been in a girls room before other than yours.”

He tentatively sat down next to her. Close but not close enough for cuddling and Rose frowned at his words and the space between them.

“So you should feel comfortable sitting next to me right?” she asked.

“But, it’s different now.”

Rose stared at him, his head slumped forward slightly as he watched his fingers fidget.

“Why?”

She asked but she was pretty sure what he was thinking about.

“Because, girlfriends and boyfriends do more than just cuddling.”

He stuttered out, his voice soft and quiet.

“You haven’t technically asked me to be your girlfriend yet,” Rose teased but quickly wished she hadn’t when he seemed to tense up next to her, “Will you be my boyfriend?”

She changed what she was going to say and decided he’d made the effort to confess to her, so now it was her turn to show him just how serious she was about him too. That even though, she would love to do more than just cuddling with him, that wasn’t something she was going to rush into if he wasn’t ready.

“B-But isn’t it the guy who asks the girl out?”

He turned to her, his eyes wide.

“It doesn’t matter who asks who. Don’t keep me waiting for an answer, it’s not fun to be kept in suspense.”

She pouted when he answered her question with a question. She hadn’t had a boyfriend. She didn’t realise how hard it was to ask someone that question even if there was a confession of love beforehand.

The suspense was killer.

“Of course!”

He nearly shouted and the relief Rose felt was other worldly, despite already knowing his feelings for her.

“Good,” She smiled and took his hand into hers, “and as your girlfriend, I will not pursue more than cuddling unless you’re ready and you want to, got it?”

Rose said staring him directly in the eye and making sure he kept eye contact with her until he nodded his head in understanding.

“So will you cuddle me already?”

She frowned at him and pouted again.

“O-Okay.”

He waited for Rose to get into a comfortable lying position before he hesitantly and tentatively wrapped himself around her.

Initially his touch was barely noticeable, he was touching her that lightly but eventually he settled enough to let his limbs melt into hers.

Rose had her head rested against his chest, listening to his breathing and his heartbeat was so insanely soothing, it made every thought, every doubt, every fear of bad things happening melt away into nothingness.

She could have stayed in this moment for the rest of her life.

“I, I don’t want you to think I don’t want to do more than, um, just cuddling with you.”

Ryosuke said, his voice a little shaky and stuttering. Rose didn’t lift her head, she was sure if she looked at him he wouldn’t be able to say what he wanted to say.

“I’ve, I have never done anything with anyone before.”

Rose felt her heart thud against her chest.

He was so cute.

SO CUTE.

The urge to smooch his adorable face off was hard to resist but she did…barely.

“I don’t want to disappoint you.”

That sentence hung in the air for a moment before Rose pushed herself up to look at him directly under her.

“You, Ryosuke Inui, could not disappoint me,” she poked him in the chest and used the same finger to turn his chin back towards her when he looked away, “I will show or tell you what I do or don’t like.”

She smiled when he blushed and Rose wondered what he was picturing in his head.

“When you’re ready, we’ll take it slow. We’ll learn each other’s likes and dislikes together, okay?”

She waited for him to respond and he nodded and reached a hand to cup her cheek.

His hand was a little sweaty and shaky against her skin and she placed her hand over his in a reassuring way. And he slowly pulled her down towards his face. His eyes closed before Rose’s did and she could see that he was trying really hard to fight his nerves.

A soft kiss was shared.

A promise of the sweetness to come.  

Or was it?

[singingunderthecurtain]

Empty bottles and stained shirt (Suho Oneshot)

Also posted on AFF

Poster was made especially for this story. Pictures and designs used not mine.

Author: @julietsoddeye AU: Canon/EXO Universe Genre: Smut Pairing: Suho x OC Trigger Warning: Smut. Some swearing Word Count: 7,045

Plot: You just got home from a 6 day trip to Jeju and your roommates are still not home from their Hong Kong business trip. You found yourself locked out of your apartment because your digital lock and keys failed you miserably. Then comes the new neighbors to your rescue and, holy shit, IT'S EXO!!!

“Oh no… What do I do?” I silently murmur to myself as I flop on the floor in front of my door, dramatically banging it with my fists gently, as to not make a sound.

“Should I call a locksmith…? Oh shit, it’s Chuseok, no one will come.” I murmured to myself again and mentally kicked myself. This time I banged on the door loudly five times, no one will be around anyway. My 2 best friends slash roommates are in Hong Kong on a business trip.

Of all days my apartment’s digital lock failed and my key broke and got stuck in the keyhole, it should be today, the second day of Chuseok!!! It was also the last days of summer; I think my keys got melted inside my bag because of the hot weather.

It would be fine if it was the first or third day because some basic services and shops will be open. But not on the second day, where everyone and I mean every single person in South Korea, will be in their respective hometowns to celebrate Chuseok with their family.

‘I am screwed.’ I thought to myself. I keep banging my forehead on the door as if it will help me solve my dilemmas. If anyone would see me right now, slumped on the floor, banging my head on the door, they will think I’m a fucking lunatic.

“Can I help you?” A male voice suddenly spoke from behind me. I froze for a while, squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment before I stood up from my current slumpness situation. I smiled and looked right behind me.

“Yes, my key got stu…” I stopped when I saw who the person was.

“Hi. We’re your new neighbors.” He and the three other men beside him smiled up at me.

‘E—EXO?’ I started getting kinda dizzy when I said that word in my head. Or maybe it was because I kept banging my head on the door?

“We heard loud noises from outside and when I looked, I saw you from the peephole. You were hitting the door with your hands.” Chanyeol explains.

“Oh. Haha. My digital lock was broken and my key got stuck. I am locked out of my own apartment.” I counter explained with a nervous tremble in my voice.

“Oh… Oh no!” The smallest one of them, Xiumin, exclaims in a cute way.

“Can we help you in any way?” Suho asks me again. He was the one who asked me the same question a while ago.

“Oh uhm, I have another key, I just need to remove the one that got stuck in the keyhole.” I pointed my hand to where the doorknob is.

“And you need something to remove it with?” Chanyeol said matter-of-factly.

“Yes… Do you have tools of some sort?” I sighed with relief; finally, I can come inside my house.

I just got back from a 6-day vacation from Jeju and I wanted to rest. I’m so sore from all the activities I did there.

“I don’t think we have that many stuff here yet. But I have a few things I use to fix my guitar with. Wait, let me get it.” Chanyeol then sprinted back inside their apartment.

Their apartment is exactly in front of mine. Holy shit, EXO is my neighbor. Can’t wait to tell my friends about this… Or should I just wait for them to get home for them to find out themselves?

“By the way, I’m Suho from EXO.” He introduced himself.

“I’m pretty sure everyone knows who you are.” I scoffed at him slightly. I didn’t mean it to mock him; it’s just how I react when I’m nervous. Sehun snorted a silent laugh from behind Suho and Xiumin punched Sehun’s chest gently to shut him up.

“Hyung that hurts!” Sehun protested and Xiumin threatens to hit him again.

“Oh…” Suho slowly pulls down his hand that he extended to his side and purses his lips together.

“Oh no, I didn’t mean it that way. I’m so sorry I’m just so nervous and stressed. As you can see from the luggage, I just got back from a trip and I’m just so tired. And my roommates are not home yet from their trip. I’m actually a fan of EXO.” Hahaha, word vomit!!!

“So you’re a fan, noona? I assume you’re a noona?” Sehun is now flirting with his words.

“Yes, I am a noona to you, Sehun-ssi.” I smiled at him. I looked at Suho and he is now looking at his slippers, playing with the ball of his foot.

“What year were you born, noona?” Sehun asks curiously.

“I was born 1991,” I answered with another smile.

“Oooh same as Hyung.” Sehun slapped Suho’s shoulders with both hands and squeezed them knowingly. I’m not sure what that was about, but Sehun’s body language is telling me something.

“So I’m your oppa?” Xiumin smiled cheekily. He looks like a hamster when he does so.

“But I look so much older than you.” I pouted like a child, to counter his cute attacks on me.

“Noooo, you’re not.” He disagrees.

“I found it, I found it!” Chanyeol announced loudly as he ran to us with a small hand held tool box. When he reached where I was, pushing the three out of the way, he extended the box to me with a proud smile on his face as if offering me an expensive birthday gift.

“Thank you.” I took the box from him and opened it. I looked around and sure enough, there is a small bottle of WD-40 lubricant spray and a small long nose plier.

“Let me do it, noona?” Sehun volunteers.

“Do you even know how to use tools?” I snickered and proceeded to spray the WD-40 directly into the keyhole. All of them laughed at my statement, including Sehun. Oh, thank God I am making them laugh. I can feel my nervousness slowly fading away.

“She’s savage!” Chanyeol exclaims as they laugh. I laughed along with them as I fish for the stuck broken key inside the socket. I was successful in just one go and got it out.

I sprayed more lubricating oil in the keyhole and tried using my other key. I slowly, but surely, turned the key to the right side and I heard the lock click and pushed the door open. Everyone around me cheered as the familiar lavender scent of my apartment hit my nose. Finally, home.

I carefully placed the stuff I used inside the toolbox and returned them to Chanyeol.

“Thank you so much for your help guys. I would probably be crying my eyes out by now if you weren’t here.” I smiled at all of them as I start pulling one of my 2 luggage inside to the hallway. Suho then grabbed the other one and helped me get my stuff inside.

“No, no, no. You don’t have to do that.” I tried stopping him, but he went past me and grabbed the other luggage from my hand.

“I don’t have to, but I want to.” He smiled as he pulls my luggage to the living room. “Where’s your bedroom?” He asks suddenly. I was taken aback.

“Why?” I ask with obvious deterrence in my voice, while shaking my head no.

"I’m just – just going to put these in front of th-the door so it will be easier for you.” He stutters.

“Oh, I’m sorry. There.” I pointed at the first door with a Bigbang poster from his left side. He went closer to my door and placed my luggage neatly beside it.

“You like Bigbang sunbaenim?” He chuckles as he touched the poster. Holy crap thank God I didn’t use the EXO poster I have to decorate my door. It would be really embarrassing. Who would have thought that Suho, of all people, will go inside my apartment?

“Who doesn’t like Bigbang, right?” I giggled nervously as I dropped my purse on the sofa.

“Right. Everybody likes Bigbang…” He trails off and looks around.

“How do I ever repay you for helpi—?” I started speaking but I was cut off.

“How about dinner, noona?” Sehun cut me off. I looked behind me and sure enough, the three of them are also inside my apartment now.

“Yeah, we just got here a while ago and we don’t have food yet.” Chanyeol clapped at the thought of food.

“Oh okay then, I’ll cook dinner for you guys. How many of you should I cook for?” I ask since there are a lot of people in EXO.

“Just six of us are here; Baekhyun, Kyungsoo, and Jongin are still in their hometown,” Xiumin explains.

“Alright then. Just ring my bell by 6:30 pm and dinner will be ready.” I smiled and we all walked up to my door.

“Oh, noona can I request something?” Sehun said before exiting the door.

“What is it, Sehun-ssi?” I smiled as I coo my words to him like a mother does to her child.

“Can you bake cookies for me? Do you know how to bake cookies? I love cookies.” He smiled like a child.

“Sehun-ah!” Suho punched him in the arm, warning him that he’s being embarrassing.

Seriously, this boy is already 22 years old, yet he acts like a child. So cute.

“It’s okay. I love baking.” I said more to Suho than Sehun.

“Yay! Can’t wait for my cookies!” Sehun shout out joyfully as he ran inside their apartment. Suho going after him and threatening to chokeslam him.

“I’m sorry about that, as you can see Sehun is still a child.” Xiumin apologized and Chanyeol is just shaking his head in shame.

“That’s fine. I’m used to children and childish people alike. I’m an English teacher.” I said and Chanyeol’s eyes widen.

“Can you teach us English then?” Chanyeol’s mouth widens into a huge grin. With his eyes wide like that, I’m not gonna lie, he looks kinda creepy.

“Only if you’ll pay me.” I joked and laughed.

“Of course we will.” Xiumin’s face is serious as he said that.

“I’ll see you all later at dinner.” I waved bye at them before I closed the door.

I immediately looked into the peephole, Xiumin and Chanyeol are still in front of my door, talking silently but I can still hear them.

“Wow, how lucky are we to have a neighbor who is an English Teacher?” Chanyeol said to himself more than Xiumin.

‘Oh, you don’t know how lucky I am to have EXO as my neighbor.’

“Not to mention, she’s a fan too.” Chanyeol bobbed his head up and down in approval.

An hour later, I pushed the buzzer on the side of their door, to deliver the chocolate chip cookies Sehun requested. I decided to make them first since it’s easier and it’s only 2 pm. I have a lot of time to rest before I start preparing for dinner.

The door opened 2 minutes later and Chen’s head popped out.

“Hello, I baked these for you guys,” I said and showed him the big plate of cookies I was balancing on my palms. He looks a bit confused as to who I was.

“Noona!!!” Sehun shouted when he saw me from behind Chen. Chen opened the door widely to reveal the same hallway that I have in my apartment. But the wall in theirs is decorated with framed pictures of EXO members.

“Here are your cookies!!!” I happily presented the cookies to Sehun. And he ran to me, pushing Chen aside so he can get the cookies. He grabbed one and took a big bite.

“Wow, these are really really good noona. What is that thing I taste here?” He blabbered as he was chewing the cookies.

“That’s coconut oil. It's good, right? I used half part coconut oil instead of just using butter.” I explained cheerfully looking at his expression as he ate the cookies I baked for them.

“You must be the English Teacher noona, Chanyeol was babbling about.” Chen smiled after I looked at him. His kitty-cat smile made me smile back. I bet I look like an idiot right now. Sehun took the big platter of cookies from me.

“Here Hyung, can you hold this for me?” Sehun pushes the platter to Chen’s stomach to which he couldn’t do anything else but just hold it.

“Noona, you are the best! You’re my new favorite noona!” Sehun confessed his love and hugged me tight all of a sudden. I can feel my cheeks flushing. Holy shit, is Oh Sehun really hugging me right now?

“Yah Sehun-ah! Let go of the poor girl!” I hear Xiumin in the background. I cannot see him since Sehun is towering over me.

“Thanks for the cookies noona!” Sehun grabbed the platter back from Chen and ran inside their apartment.

“I’m almost done making dinner right now…” I said, pushing the wireless headset securely to my ears. “What are you guys doing?” I added as I sprinkled bacon bits into the salad and tossed it to fuse all the flavors together.

“We’re looking for a place to eat, walking around Kowloon right now.” Aireen eonni, one of my best friends/roommates, said on the other line.

“Wish I was there with you guys…” I seriously missed them. The three of us have been here in Korea and inseparable for 4 years now. The last time I saw them was 6 days ago when they drove me to the airport. They left Seoul 2 days later to Hong Kong for a business trip.

“Yeah, we miss you. We never left Korea without each other…” The doorbell rang as the water started boiling to cook the pasta. The unexpected sound shocked the hell out of me, almost dropping the pack of flat spaghetti I was holding.

“Shit, that scared me!” I exclaimed and my two friends started laughing at my expense. I looked at the digital clock on the kitchen island countertop and sure enough, the time reads 6:29 PM. They are 1 minute early! “The neighbors are here,” I said after recovering from an almost heart attack. You see I blame my love of coffee for me getting easily startled.

“Wait, you invited neighbors to eat with you? Isn’t it Chuseok, why are people still there?” Mary, my other friend suddenly butts in.

“I was locked out of the apartment again and they helped me get in. Also, they are new here, they just moved in.” I explained and started walking towards the door. I removed the chain lock, opened it wide and 6 EXO members smiled and waved when they saw me.

“Come in guys.” I welcomed and motioned for them to come inside. I saw that Sehun was holding the platter I gave him a while ago, but cookie-less this time and Suho holding 2 bottles of Red Wine in both his hands.

“Hi, Noona!” Chanyeol greeted.

“Wait, is that a guy I hear?!?!?!?” Mary screeched and I winced in pain as I remove the wireless headset from my ear.

“I will call you later, the neighbors are here.” I abruptly ended the call and threw my wireless headset on the key bowl.

“Who was that?” Suho suddenly asked, as if we were close enough to know small details of my life. I ignored it and just answered him anyway.

“My roommates, they were just checking if I’m still alive.” I joked and half of them laughed at what I said.

“Noona, you’re so funny!” Sehun said as he was holding onto his stomach with his hand and the platter on his other hand. “Where should I put this?” He added and held out the platter.

“Oh give that to me. Are you guys hungry already? Can you wait for a few more minutes? I’m just going to cook the noodles and I’m done.” I took the platter from Sehun and grabbed the TV’s remote and pushed the power button on. “Just sit, relax and watch TV first. I’ll call out when dinner is ready, okay?” I said in an almost panicky voice.

“It's fine, we’re okay,” Suho assured me and all of them started finding their places around my living room.

I immediately ran to the kitchen as I remembered that the water is already boiling. I gently placed the platter on the sink and snatched the 1 kg pack of spaghetti, opened it up and held it in my hand. I set it down onto the boiling water; twist it gently from my hands and let it all go and it circled around the pot beautifully. I smiled to myself with satisfaction and two sets of hands suddenly started clapping. I looked behind me and sure enough, 2 very impressed boys are watching me. Sehun and Chanyeol were cheering as if I was some chef in a TV show.

“Are you sure you’re an English Teacher, noona?” Chanyeol asks as he set down the 2 bottles of red wine Suho was holding a while ago.

“Can’t English Teachers know how to cook also?” I jokingly scoffed at him and blew a puff of air to remove a few lone strands of bangs away from my face.

“Suho Hyung brought wine. He never shared his wine, but he brought two just for dinner, noona.” Sehun said as he pushed the wine on the countertop.

“Wow, I love wine!” I declare happily and put the top of the pot so the pasta cooks faster. I walked to where they were and grabbed one bottle of wine.

2012 Caymus Cabernet Sauvignon, I have never tried any wine from Napa Valley yet, all the wine I ever drank was either from France or Australia, from my brother who lives there. He travels back and forth to Paris from Canberra for work and he knows I love wine so he always makes sure to buy a bottle or two just for me.

“Suho Hyung was so shy to give it to you, so we took the initiative,” Chanyeol mentions and started laughing.

“Why would he be shy?” I giggled because of his laughter.

“I think he likes you, noona!” Sehun smiles knowingly. This kid’s face is full of innuendo, if he wasn’t Oh Sehun and super cute, I would’ve hit him with my hand.

“That’s nonsense!” The pot top suddenly started making noises as the water boiled like crazy. I removed the top and stir the pasta with a pair of tongs.

“It’s true noona! I think Hyung likes you. He’s never shy around girls unless he likes them!” Sehun keeps convincing me of the impossible. How can the leader of EXO, a group of global superstars, like a nobody like me?

“Yeah sure, okay. Can you two, help me set up the table please?” I ask with a little aegyo in my voice.

“Yes, noona!” Chanyeol starts grabbing plates from the plate rack and balanced them on his arms.

“Sehun-ssi, can you get the steak and set it down on the dining table?” I pointed at the countertop where 7 large pieces of medium rare steaks are resting for about an hour now.

“Noona, please address me comfortably from now on.” He pouted when I called him Sehun-ssi.

“Alright, Sehunie.” He smiled when he heard the aegyo in my voice again.

“You know what’s weird?” Chanyeol said through chewing the steak. Apparently, my steak is a big hit with these boys,

“What’s weird?” I replied after a sip of the wine they brought. I like sweet and fruity wine and this is definitely sweet and fruity with a little hint of tannin to it.

“What’s weird is I still don’t know your name, noona.” I put down my wine glass and now all of them are looking at me, expecting to finally know what my name is.

“Well nobody bothered asking me…” I trailed off with a laugh.

“That’s true.” Chanyeol agrees as he bobs his head up and down, which I always see him do.

“Well, what’s your name?” Xiumin is now interested.

“Jenny… Jenny Torres.” I smiled. Ugh, I hate the sound of my name.

“Wow, that has a very good ring to it. Jenny Torres… JennyTorres…” Xiumin keeps repeating my name with a cute accent.

“But your name doesn’t look like you?” Sehun utters as he looks at me intently.

“What do you mean by that?” I placed my hand on my chest, pretending to be offended.

“I meant you look like you’re Chinese or Korean, but you have a very Hispanic name. I thought for sure you were Korean.” Sehun replies.

“My Father is Filipino-Spanish and my Mom is Filipino-Chinese. I guess I got my mother’s ‘oriental’ features.” I smiled, remembering my beautiful late mother.

“Ah, I see, that’s why!” Xiumin’s eyes widen and his lips curve down with a satisfaction from my answer. I called that expression, the ‘satisfied frown’.

One thing led to another, the boys are already downing their 5th bottle of wine. Much to Suho’s dismay, Sehun took 2 more wines from his collection.

Since everyone, except Suho, was having fun, I bust out my favorite wine that my brother got me when they traveled to Argentina last year, Mascota Vineyards Unanime, 2013 from my own collection. It was a hit with them as much as my medium rare steak. Even Suho’s mood lightened a little bit when he tried the wine.

I stopped drinking, since the first bottle of wine from dinner a while ago; I didn’t want to get hammered since I’d be left with cleaning up later on when they leave. I just served them peanut brittle that I made and more cookies for Sehun.

Lay and Chanyeol took their guitars and they all sang their favorite songs. I have to pretend not to know and not sing along to some EXO songs so they won’t think of me as a total crazy ass fan.

But I told them ‘My Lady’ was my favorite song and Chanyeol played it on the guitar as Lay, Chen, Xiumin and I sang in Chinese version. They were impressed by my Mandarin and my rapping skills, which I think is really really mediocre. I guess they were just being nice to me since I fed them.

And just minutes later after drinking the last drop of wine, Lay, Chen, and Sehun are almost falling asleep and very drunk from the wine. Chanyeol wasn’t drinking a lot and Xiumin, even though he’s not much taller than me, has a very high tolerance for alcohol so they were still doing fine.

When I was starting to clean up a little bit, I noticed Suho whispered something to Chanyeol and Xiumin. Chanyeol then picked up Sehun and Lay on the sofa and put their limp vegetable arms to his broad shoulders.

“Noona, we’ll get these kids to bed now! Thank you for the meal.” Chanyeol smiles, as he struggles to balance the 2 very drunk Lay and Sehun.

Xiumin, on the other hand, is almost carrying Chen, who was crying for more cookies and peanut brittle. Thank God no one was home on our floor of this apartment building, or we will get reported to the police for sure.

Suho was helping, more like just pushing, their way through the hallway to the door. I was surprised when Suho came back 2 minutes later.

“Oh, why are you still here?” I ask as I stopped what I was doing.

“I’m going to help you clean up. I’ll do the dishes?” He smiles sweetly and started picking up the wine bottles from the coffee table.

“No, please. You don’t need to. I can do it.” I ran to him, intending to grab the bottles from him but he raised them up to his head so I can’t reach.

Well, thanks to my slight klutziness, I tripped over my own feet and I face planted on Suho’s hard chest. I felt his warmness and heartbeat on my face and his scent entered my nostrils immediately after. He smelled like wine and expensive aftershave, exactly what I imagined how he smelled like.

I removed myself straight away from him and he was frozen, his hands still up in the air holding the empty bottle away from me. I saw that my foundation and lipstick stained his plain white V-neck shirt and I gasped rather too loudly.

“Oh nooo. I’m so sorry. I stained your shirt!” I screech silently, my voice almost sounding like a whisper. Suho looks down on his shirt from his gaze at me. He put his hand down and settled the bottles back on the coffee table.

“Will you take responsibility?” Suho frowned in a disgustingly cute manner, I wanted to kiss him right then and there but I don’t want to scare him away.

“What?” It was all I could respond to his question.

“I said, will you take responsibility?” He repeated.

“To what?” I was dumbfounded.

“To this.” And points at my makeup marks from his shirt.

“Oh, of course, I’ll have it cleaned immediately. I’m so sorry about that.” Out of the blue, Suho grabbed his shirt from the back and pull it off his body in one swift move. I was so stunned my eyes widened and just stared straight at his milky white chest. He’s skinny, but buff at the same time. His chest is well toned and has 6 pack abs.

“Here.” He smirked at me and gave me his shirt. I snatched his shirt from his hand and turn my back on him instantly. I was about to move away when I felt his warm skin on my stomach through the thin fabric of my summer dress, his arms are clutched around my waist. He then pulls me in closer to him and this time I can feel his heart beating on my back.

“Wh-what are you doing, Suho-ssi?” I can feel my cheeks warming up with the skinship. I shut my eyes hard when I felt him push me away a little bit and spun me around to face him. I can feel and smell his delicious wine-smelling breath on my face now, but I didn’t dare open my eyes.

“I’m sorry but I’ve always wanted to do this ever since I talked to you…” And to that, he gently placed his warm lips on mine. His lips are so soft and squishy; it almost makes me want to cry.

This sudden contact is giving me palpitations through every pulse in my body. My heart started beating too fast; I can almost feel it throbbing in my throat. He parted his lips and I felt him tenderly lick my lower lip, asking for entrance.

‘Is this real?’

‘Is Suho really kissing me right now?’

‘EXO’s Suho?!?!’

‘Is he really asking me to kiss him back?’

I didn’t waste any more time and responded to his kiss. I opened my lips and his tongue slowly made its way to meet mine, circling in and around my mouth. His hand brushed up against the back of my neck and he combed through my hair and intertwined his fingers on it, pulling me to deepen our kiss.

I dropped his shirt on the floor and found my hands touching his torso. His abs were hard, but his skin was smooth and supple I wonder if he was born with it or because he just takes care of his skin? Just touching his skin with my fingertips was enough to put me on edge and I can feel my arousal growing in between me.

I opened my eyes when I felt him disconnect our lips and he was staring at me with hooded eyes, full of desire. We were both out of breath for a while, our breathing in sync. A few seconds later he inhales deeply and before I could even do so, he crashed his lips on mine again. He’s much rough this time, completely different from the Suho minutes ago who gave me a delicate and sweet kiss.

His kisses now are more yearning and hungry. His teeth biting my lips, as if he hasn’t eaten in days. He raises me up from the floor but I didn’t move my legs because I can feel my knees getting weak. He crashed on the sofa below me, still not disconnecting our lips.

I was literally out of breath and started tapping his shoulder so he could let me go for a while. He was awoken from his ravenous daydream and pull away from me slightly.

“Let me breathe a little bit.” I grin as I gasped for air and I’m starting to get light-headed when oxygen finally entered my lungs. I nuzzled my head into his neck and our hearts counter beat each other through our chest. He was so warm; I wanted to stay like this forever.

His equally warm hands start caressing my back and his fingers found the zipper of my dress. He pulls it down slowly and pulls my dress down on him. I lift my head up from his neck and completely yanked my dress down to my stomach, revealing my nude-colored lace bra which was only a shade darker than my natural skin tone.

I lift my hands up and he tugs the dress off of my body. I can feel him starting to harden under the thin fabric of my underwear. He started patting my back, looking for my bra clasp, but he didn’t find it.

“How?” He looked at me, completely puzzled.

“You open it from the front.” I giggled slightly and he giggles back. I grabbed his hands and guided his fingers on my front clasp. We successfully opened my bra the first time and I let it fall on my arms wiggling it off me, revealing my already erect nipples.

His mouth guzzled my right boob and his hand on the other, playing with my nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter each time his slick tongue circled my nipple and I jerk my hips back and forth to rub my middle onto his as I ran both my hands through his middle-parted dark brown hair.

“Fuck!” He let out a moan when I was dry humping him. He pushed me a little bit and starts unbuckling his belt. I got off him so he can remove his short pants completely and there was a big wet spot on his pants where I sat.

“You didn’t just stain my shirt, you also soiled my shorts.” He joked and pushed his pants down leaving only his boxer briefs on. The front was stretched because of his ever-growing boner.

“I’ll have that cleaned too.” I giggled shyly and started walking to my bedroom door.

“Where are you going?” He asked confused about my sudden movement.

“To my room. Do you prefer to do it on the sofa? My bed is much bigger than that.” I raised my eyebrows at him. I don’t know why, but he started running towards me and so I did too.

I shrieked when I pushed open my door and turned the lights on. I can hear him laughing from behind me when I jumped on my bed. Good thing I cleaned up my room before I left for Jeju.

“Your room is very nice. Unlike mine, it’s very messy.” He admitted. He’s still a guy after all.

“I’ll help you clean your room.” I volunteered. He jumped on my bed and started crawling his way to me, looking creepy in a sexy way as he does so.

“Yeah?” His hands and mouth finally reached my legs and he starts trailing kisses up my thighs.

“Yeah…” I trail off with a silent whimper. His touch is enough to make me weak. I’ve never been this helpless in my life.

Suho’s hands slip in between the bed and my ass and he found the top of my panties and slid it down. I lifted up my butt a little bit to help him snag my underwear off me and he did so quickly, without delay. Almost immediately, his middle and forefinger traced my slit up from my clit and down to my opening.

“You’re so wet.” He continues to trace up and down and dipped his fingers slightly inside before putting his fingers in his mouth for a taste. “And so sweet.” I let out another whimper; this guy is driving me insane. I’ve never been this aroused in my life.

“Uhhh Junmyeon.” I moan out his real name as I felt his wet tongue touch my equally wet sensitive flower.

“Mmm, I like how you say my real name.” He looked up from between my legs and smirked. His pretty boy smug is going to be the death of me seriously. He went back to eating me out and he inserted 2 of his fingers inside of me.

He stood up from in between me, now rubbing my clit with his thumb while his middle and ring fingers are still inside me. His lips found mine again and I tasted myself in his mouth.

“Do you like how you taste, baby?” He said when our lips parted.

“Yes…” I whisper as my breathing becomes erratic.

“Yes what?” he demanded and continues to pleasure me with his fingers.

“Y-yes, Daddy.” I couldn’t control what my mouth wanted to express anymore.

“I only wanted you to say my name, but Daddy sounded much better.” Suho smiled smugly again and pushed deeper into me before pulling out when he felt my walls tighten around his fingers. “You better wait for me, girl. Don’t cum just yet.” He licked and sucked my juices clean off of his fingers and he moaned as he savors the taste in his mouth. Just the sight of what he did make my vagina throb with needy pain.

“Please, don’t make me wait any longer.” I rolled my eyes and threw my head back when he started tracing his tongue from my stomach, up to breasts and now my neck. “Please… Daddy…” I repeated. With my impatience, I pull his boxer briefs down to his thighs and his erection sprung up. His balls were rock hard and his head looked red and angry.

I touched myself to lubricate my hand and stroke his dick with my own wetness. Suho’s mouth opened slightly and his eyes roll at the back of his head when I touched him, his hips started moving to the sensation.

He started positioning himself to me with my left leg in between his own. His arm lifting my other leg and moved me further up my bed so my ass rested on the pillow. I held on my headboard tightly, preparing for what’s gonna happen next.

He held his penis, glides it up and down to lubricate himself with my juice and pushes himself slowly inside, not wanting to hurt me in any way. He froze a bit when his whole shaft was inside me so I can adjust to his size.

He grabbed the headboard, beside my hand and I hang my right leg on his shoulder and started jerking my hips to rub my clit on his skin. He started sweet and slow and then soon his pace quickens and his unstable breathing became moans of pleasure.

“I’m almost there!” He cries out. I dug my nails into his back when I felt myself nearing my climax too and my walls start contracting around him. And with 3 or more jerks, I finally felt his warm explosion. The veins on his arms look like they were about to pop when he came inside of me, his grip on the headboard getting tighter as he does so.

He collapsed and rested his head on my chest as if he was listening to my heartbeat. After a while our irregular breathing became stable and I felt him softening, still inside of me. He may or may not fell asleep on top of me.

“Junmyeon-ssi…” I whispered softly into his ear.

“Mmm…” Was his only response.

“Come and lay down properly so we can sleep.” I cooed in his ear. He finally lifted his head up from my chest. I felt him slid out of me and he lifted me bridal style and throw me back down on the bed and he flopped right next to me, nuzzling his face into my neck and caged my body into his arms.

I grabbed my blanket and covered both our naked bodies with it. I glanced at my bedside clock and the time reads 1:19 AM. No wonder I was so tired. I tried standing up when I thought he was already sleeping, but he stirred and opened his eyes.

“Where are you going?” He asks as he pouts like a child.

“I’m just going to turn the light off.” I smiled down at him and he finally lets me go off his cling. I stood and run to shut my bedroom door lock and flick the lights off. I jumped right back next to him and he caged me once again into his arms.

3rd Person POV

The next morning Jenny woke up to the sun shining in her eyes. ‘That’s weird.’ She thought. She was sure the curtains were closed before she fell asleep.

“Sleep well?” She heard his voice from her right side. The memories of last night suddenly came to her, she was fighting the urge to smile, but she can’t help it.

“Yeah…” She looked at him and she was blinded by his ethereal beauty. His pale skin was glowing where the sunshine hits it.

“Your skin looks beautiful under the sun, so I opened the curtains. Sorry to wake you up.” Suho said and he planted a sweet kiss on her lips. She responded to it almost immediately.

Jenny raised her arms up and wrapped them around his shoulders when she was done stretching. Some of the scent from her pillow transferred to him when she inhaled deeply, but she can still smell that hint of wine and aftershave from last night.

“You smell so nice. Like I’m in a field of lavender.” He also inhaled her aroma.

“Lavender is my favorite scent.” She said matter-of-factly. She has everything in Lavender scent. From Air freshener to laundry detergent.

“You need to tell me everything about you. The things that make you happy, what makes you sad? Your favorite book… Everything!” His finger was tracing circles on her bare back as he was rambling.

“Okay, let’s talk about that over breakfast? Or should we clean up first?” The thought of food made her stomach grumble.

“I’ll do the dishes while you wash my clothes, deal?” He suggested and stood up from the bed. His perfect body blinded her once again. “Also can you lend me clothes, or do you want me naked while doing chores?” He joked as he pulls her up off the bed. She secured the blanket around her nakedness, suddenly feeling conscious around him.

“The second one sounds promising to me.” She giggles and opened her closet to look for her big comfortable sweatpants and some loose shirt. He was back hugging her as she rummaged through her closet. “Here, do you think these will fit you?” She pushed the garments on his chest, he took and examined them. He wore the sweatpants first and it fit him around the waist just right, but it was too short for him since he was taller than her. Since the shirt was loose, the fit was fine too.

Jenny also puts some clothes on her. She opened her bedroom door and she was surprised by her 2 roommates clutching their luggage in their hands, standing in the middle of their disaster living room. Suho was still talking about something when Jenny stopped and blocked him from walking. He looked up and saw 2 females with mouths dropped on the floor and shocked expressions on their faces.

“I can explain!” Jenny shrieked and ran towards where her and Suho’s clothes were scattered. She immediately picked it up and threw it across the living room to Suho, but her pitch was weak and the evidence of sin landed right in front of Mary and Aireen, her two best friends and roommates.

“Shit!” Jenny exclaimed, ran towards the clothes and picked it up again. At the same time, Suho was walking towards her friends but Jenny didn’t see him coming, so she crashed right into him. Suho caught her in his strong arms just in time.

“What is happening?” Aireen, the oldest in the trio, calmly said while massaging her aching head.

“We decided to rebook and fly out the earliest and this is what we come home to?” Mary laughs as she kicks crumbs of cookies and peanut brittle all over the floor. The boys made a big mess last night because some of them were drunk.

“Hello, you must be Mary and Aireen. I’m Suho from EXO, I’m Jenny’s boyfriend.” Suho introduced himself to the two friends.

“What?” The three girls yelled in unison.

“YOU JUST GOT BACK FROM JEJU NOT EVEN A DAY AND SUDDENLY EXO’S SUHO IS YOUR BOYFRIEND?!” Mary screeched at the top of her lungs.

[pyropsychiccollector]

AU Headcannon: Natsu and Erza try for a baby but can't. Erza goes to a doctor and finds out she's infertile, incapable of having babies. She becomes depressed but Natsu figures out a way to make her happy; they adopt. Instead of picking out one, Erza chooses to adopt all the kids, making their wish come true of having a large and awesome family! :D

Crossover with Danganronpa 2/3… yeah…

            ChisaYukizome twitched and forced a brilliant smile onto her face as she regardedher fellow redhead.

            “I’m sorry,could you repeat that? I must have misheard you.”

            And true toform, Erza Dragneel did not bat an eye as she repeated word for word her“decision”.

            “I want all of them.”

            Chisa’ssmile dropped completely and she gave off a blank stare. Oh dear. This womanwas clearly delusional. It took all of herwillpower to not go crazy with all these kids every day, and she was trained for this sort of thing!

            “Ma’am,”Chisa started slowly. She needed to bring this madwoman back down to earth. “Wecurrently have seventeen children in our care. Seventeen. I don’t think you understand the gravity of howimportant it is to-”

            “I KNOWJUST HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO CARE FOR THEM! I GREW UP IN A GUILD OF ORPHANS!”Erza roared, making the matron flinch. Okay, she definitely had a voice thatcould keep them in line, and maybe the passion, but even so…  

            “D-Do youeven remember all their names? What each of them likes to do?” Chisa tried adifferent approach, but her eyes became wide as Erza’s eyes sparkled.

            “Fuyuhiko-kunis just so adorable! Well, they allare, especially Chiaki-chan, but still! The way he takes charge of theplayground like a yakuza… So cute!And little Mikan-chan is so sweet…”

             Chisa’s eyes got wider and wider as Erza wenton and on, listing each and every childand what they apparently liked to do. Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu: Wants to be the head ofa yakuza empire. Chiaki Nanami: Content with playing video games, and beingleft to herself (though she certainly doesn’t mind multiplayer). Mikan Tsumiki:Hated so much to see others get hurt, wanted to be a nurse when she grew up.The “Imposter” (real name unknown): Because he doesn’t know or remember his ownname, he wants to copy others so that he feels like he is somebody. TeruteruHanamura: Developing a talent for cooking, wants to become Fiore’s greatestchef (then aim for the world title). Mahiru Koizumi: Sweet little girl contentwith taking pictures of anything and everything. Peko Pekoyama: Seems right upErza’s ally with her interest in becoming a swordswoman; seems smitten withFuyuhiko. Hiyoko Saionji: Very taken with dancing (and is a bit of a bully tothe other kids, especially Mikan-chan). Ibuki Mioda: Very outgoing, lovesplaying music (eager to learn any instrument). Nekomaru Nidai: Very athletic,but also has a habit of coaching the other kids so they’re in top physicalcondition (most… will pass up on his coaching). Akane Owari: Also veryathletic, but has an appetite to match (interacts with Nidai the most). GundhamTanaka: Very boastful of the animals he’s kept as pets (especially fourhamsters that he calls “the Four Dark Devas”). Nagito Komaeda: One of the oddducks; Lady Luck seems to be very fickle with this boy – it’s almost creepy howlucky or unlucky he can be at any given moment. Kazuichi Soda: Loves tinkeringaround with machines; has a massive crush on the “Princess” of the group. SoniaNevermind: Came from a wealthy family (they fell victim to bandits, and she hasno one left), but she’s come to terms with living at the orphanage with all theother children. Ryota Mitarai: Another reclusive boy; he likes to spend timedrawing and animating. And… Hajime Hinata. Chisa really feels bad for this lastone, because the boy feels so different from everyone else – like a “scrub”, ashe so puts it. If all these other kids can be described as “talented” in someway, then he seems to think himself “untalented”. “Average”. “Worthless”. He wants to be good at something, but hejust hasn’t found his calling yet – or at least, that’s what Chisa has toldhim… over and over and over. At least none of the other kids look down on him;most of Chisa’s time would be devoted to Hajime if that were the case. EvenHiyoko is a little less biting when she bullies Hajime like the other kids. Chisawas surprised Erza remembered Hajime… not because she doubted her fellow redhead,but because Hajime has been at the orphanage longer than the other kids, ifonly by a year. He’s so overlooked by potential parents, and it greatly saddensChisa.

            “O-Okay… soyou know them.” Chisa sounded dazed as she acknowledged that she was wrong.Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Dragneel had been stopping by the past few days, but to hearsomeone else know all her kids tosome degree… it was… Chisa honestly didn’t know how to feel about that. Alittle wary? Glad? Nervous? “I still don’t think you’d be able to give allseventeen of them the love they need… B-B-But if you want a trial run with themor something, b-by all means! Please! Let’s just get this pesky paperwork outof the way!”

            Apparently, Dragneel didn’t like her parenting skills being scrutinized. Well, it washer loss if she went insane. … Just kidding. Chisa would feel terrible forevery neglected child that would have to return to the orphanage until theDragneels could manage.

            Wouldn’tChisa be surprised when not a single child returned? Not even that odd duckNagito.

            ~*~

            “The fuck?!No one said we had to drink any milk!”Fuyuhiko raged with a reddened face.

            As he andErza proceeded to get into a screaming match, Natsu leaned over to his fellowpink-head. They had to set up two tables to accommodate all nineteen of them,plus Happy, but they made it work… somehow…

            “What’s upwith him?”

            Sodascratched his cheek sheepishly.

            “Peko orHajime might be able to tell you for sure, but I think he’s got an allergy orsomethin’. Lactose intolerant, I think?”

            Natsu madean ‘O’ face at this information. He should probably tell Erza, but they werecurrently on opposite sides of the tables… For his own good, he shouldn’t yellacross the table and incur Erza’s wrath about his own table manners.

            Aw hell,what did he care about manners?

            “ERZA! FUYU’SLACTOSE ‘N SOMETHIN’!”

            Thistriggered a shouting match between husband and wife, as Natsu had to pass alongSoda’s message accurately, and Erza scolded Natsu on his lack of manners. Mostof the kids ignored this over their own chatter; it wasn’t any louder thanAkane or Nekomaru’s verbal exclamations about the exercises they’d be doingafter dinner (even with Akane’s face stuffed), and with the adults occupied,the kids were free to ‘socialize’ as they pleased. Like Hiyoko picking on Mikan(Mahiru tried to get her to let up), Nagito getting on Fuyuhiko’s nerves (ittook all of Peko’s willpower not to smack him with her bamboo sword), Ibukitrying to get the “quiet ones” (the Imposter, Ryota, Hajime, and Chiaki) to bemore open and talkative, and Sonia apparently found Gundham feeding hishamsters “adorable” (which drew in a jealous Soda, who immediately beganslinging insults at Gundham and trying to pick a fight with him).

            “Hey Soniaaa!”It was all fun and games until Teruteru opened his perverted mouth. Withinearshot of Erza. “Some nasty poison caused my… little wiener to inflame, and it’s very troublesome… So I’d be verythankful if you sucked out the poison with your mouth~~”

            Of course thepoor aspiring chef was then dragged off by their new mother, who was nowred-faced and just a teensy bit shifty-eyed. Boys just entering their teensshould not be perverts yet! … But what does Erza care about Pervertedness? It’snot like she’s got a collection of erotica to share with her new ‘problem child’…or anything…

            For someunknown reason, Hiyoko, Ibuki, and Mahiru felt goosebumps go up their backs. Theyhad this odd premonition that one of their parents was going to be an enablerto that dirty rotten pervert…

            ~*~

             “So, mortal… whose master are you?” Gundhamasked Natsu, when they were alone with Happy. The dark-haired boy pausedbriefly before gesturing one bandage-wrapped hand at the Exceed. “… Aside fromthis magnificent specimen here.”

            “Eh?” Natsusquinted at the boy.

            “Whichtribe did you make a pact with? Answer me!” The boy pulled down his purplescarf to fix the Dragon Slayer with an intense stare… and the Pyro wasn’t anyless confused.

            “’Pact’?”

            “Answer menow! Though I shall cast you into a watery grave once you do!” Okay, nowGundham was just sounding bratty.

            Natsusquinted at the boy once again. Even by Fairy Tail’s standards, this guy was…eccentric. Happy seemed to understand, though… somehow.

            “I bet he’saskin’ if you’ve ever raised a pet, Natsu!” He rubbed the back of his head asGundham’s intense gaze fell on him. Natsu made an ‘O’ face.

            “Well, Ihaven’t raised any pets… Happy’s Kin.” Natsu sweatdropped as Gundham seemeddissatisfied with this answer. “… Oh! And Kemo-Kemo lived with us for a bit! Hewas green, and furry, and could breathe fire!But he wasn’t a pet, ‘cause he was Kin, like Happy.”

            Gundham’seyes seemed to bulge as Natsu described Kemo-Kemo. Never before had he heard ofsuch a creature… and this mortal had made a pact with it?! And this blue catcould fly… truly, his new father figure was a force to be reckoned with!

            “I-Itappears I underestimated you… to have raised such a pair of specimens…! I haveno way to gauge your Magic Essence! You may very well rival the great andpowerful Gundham Tanaka, SupremeOverlord of Ice!” Gundham posed dramatically and cackled gleefully.

            Happywatched the hamsters emerge from Gundham’s scarf.

            “Do thoselittle guys live in there…?” The Exceed asked cutely.

            Gundhamcrossed his arms proudly.

            “Tamingevil by using myself as a bed… Truly, this is the secret art of the TanakaEmpire!” He then paused again and nodded sagely. “One of my Four Dark Devas ofDestruction, Mirage Golden Hawk Jum-P, has this to say: ‘We’re not used togoing easy on our enemies…so don’t make us angry. You wouldn’t like us when we’reangry.’ FUAHAHAHA!”

            Natsu andHappy stared dumbfounded at the aspiring breeder. They hadn’t heard thehamsters say anything, but the boy apparently did.

            “Yourhamsters can talk?!” They chorused.

            Gundhamsmirked and chuckled. Oh yes. With a family that respected him like this, hewould make a fine roost here! He could not wait to tame the woodland creaturesand make them staunch allies!

           "Oh yeah.... Natsu was raised by a dragon! Thought you might find that cool."

           Gundham stared speechless at the flying blue cat. He had found quite the fascinating home indeed.....

            ~*~

            For thefirst few weeks, the Dragneel family home had to be renovated heavily to accommodatenineteen (eccentric) people. Unfortunately, it was a bit unreasonable to builda house that had nearly twenty separate bedrooms, so the kids were separatedinto rooms by gender, and given simple cots until they all raised enough moneyto upgrade living arrangements. None of the kids wanted Natsu, Erza, and Happyto break their backs to make sure they were all fed and cared for, so theyopted to help out around the Guild, and Magnolia in general for some. Chiakiand Sonia helped to serve tables in the Guildhall, while Teruteru helped Miraout in the kitchen; Elfman got some extra hands in bringing stuff out of thestorage room (Akane and Nekomaru); the Imposter was able to pull off convincing“Transformations” without the use of Magic, so he taught those the ‘tools’ ofhis trade; Mahiru didn’t want to intrude on poor Reedus’s turf, so she offeredto take photos around town; Fuyuhiko felt out of place in the Guildhall, so hetook to the streets and started cracking down on the “rival gangs” and bringingthem under his control (Erza thought it was a bit dangerous for him to handle,but the boy was an aspiring yakuza; and he had Peko to back him up, so Magnoliawas steadily becoming an even safer place to live); Ibuki and Hiyoko offered toperform shows for both the Guild and Magnolia in general; Mikan wanted to helpout in the infirmary, so for the time being she was learning under Porlyusica;Gundham grudgingly accepted the suggestion of taming wild animals and sellingthem to townspeople; Soda, aspiring mechanic that he was, offered to do oddjobsaround town and study under some mechanics; Ryota was working on honing histalent for animation, and he was getting some drawing tips from Reedus; Nagitowas a bit harder to pin down for a ‘job’, but Makarov gleefully had the boyentering all sorts of lotteries to earn money for the Guild (his bad luck wasannoying, but the good luck made it so worth it…); and Hajime… well…

            Hajime hada whole new world to explore with Fairy Tail. He usually helped out withwaiting on tables with Chiaki and Sonia, but he was also associating with manyof the Guildmates in an attempt to find his calling. He hadn’t found it yet,but he wasn’t going to give up. As one of the sons of Natsu and Erza Dragneel, thatwas one lesson drilled into his head fairly early on. Never give up. The futurehad endless possibilities~.

~*~

Note: I might continue this AU… The crossover’s a bit of a stretch in some places, like with Chiaki’s video-gaming and Ryota’s animation talent, but…. it’s fun~. I know I didn’t get into Erza’s infertility, but I wanted to get to these crazy kids. Phwwwh. They’d get along with the Fairy Tail cast… somewhat…. *giving Hiyoko the stinkeye* Hope you enjoyed this a little!