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padfootagain · 6 years ago

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Singles Will Be Paired (II)

Part 2 : Ugly Sweaters

Here's the second part of my series for Ben! Again, this is very cute! I hope you all like it!

Gif not mine

Word Count : 2734

You and Ben opted for hot dogs instead of sitting for a full meal. You kept on walking through the magical streets, eating and laughing. In the middle of the main lane, the snow had melted under the steps of all the visitors, only the borders and corners of the streets were still covered in white. You marvelled at the many decorations suspended through the passages, and the tall Christmas tree visible in the distance. People were taking pictures with the costumed characters of Mickey and his friends.

This charming stranger who had volunteered to be your partner for the rest of the day in Disneyland was wearing his funny Christmas hat again. A red series of 'Ho Ho Ho' was sewed in the white fur that decorated the red hat. You couldn't help but smile at the sight, and Ben noticed your amused gaze.

"What? You don't like my hat?"

"It's both adorable and ridiculous," you chuckled.

"Goes well with the scenery!"

"Why… you don't like Disney and you came to Disneyland?"

He laughed.

"I love it. It's magical. And I'm all for feeling like a kid all over again."

"You're not a cynical guy?"

"Not at all."

"Good! I would have broken our contract if you were a killing-joy!"

"I love Christmas," he went on. "I'm coming home to spend Christmas' Eve with my family."

"Are you staying in Paris until then?"

"I am," he nodded. "My brother was supposed to accompany me, but he fell in the stairs a week ago and broke his leg. He can't walk, and we reckoned that it wasn't the best idea to come here, but he insisted that I shouldn't waste my holidays."

"Same for my friend, she almost forced me in this plane!"

"I have to admit that I'm quite grateful that he insisted. I'm having a great time."

"Me too."

You exchanged a smile, passing before a couple of shops that sold tons of souvenirs.

"What's your favourite Disney movie?" you asked Ben out of the blue.

He shrugged, before narrowing his eyes a little.

"I can't choose just one, that is such a cruel question! The Jungle Book is great though… perhaps that one… but I don't know…"

"I understand you," you chuckled.

"Do you have a favourite?"

"Mary Poppins, I think."

He rolled his eyes.

"Of course if you bring up a cinematographic masterpiece into the fray, how can I compete?" he joked, making you laugh.

You started humming softly A Spoonful Of Sugar, and Ben soon joined you. You kept on walking and humming for a while, finishing your meal and walking through the magical little village. You explored Alice's labyrinth before walking towards more roller coasters. And by the time you were joining another queue together, you were either laughing thanks to his jokes, either humming tunes that had followed you through your childhood.

And you had to admit that it was a very lovely afternoon that you spent with Ben. The more time flew by, the better you felt by his side, and the more you wanted this day to never end…

But eventually, the sun started to sink beyond the horizon, and lights were alit throughout the park and gave another magical touch to the whole place. Something even more magical, as lights shining through darkness always brought the brightest thoughts and hopes, after all. And right before Christmas, lights were brighter than ever…

You walked back towards the entrance of the park in a slow pace, almost reluctant, and by your side, Ben didn't seem willing to quicken his steps. So, to make the day a little longer, you decided to have a hot chocolate before heading back to your lonely hotel rooms. The warm beverage was more than welcome with the cold weather outside. By then, you and Ben had shared a few personal details about each other, and when you had finally recognized him as an actor, you had become curious to know how the world of movie-making worked. So while you drank your hot chocolate, the conversation drifted towards cinema and Ben shared with you many funny stories he had lived on set.

"Don't laugh at me, it was scary!" he protested as you doubled with laughter.

"You're hilarious!" you managed to say between two waves of laughter.

Ben's cheeks took a redder shade and you knew that it wasn't because he was laughing too.

"I don't know if it's meant as a compliment or you're just mocking me," he joked.

"A compliment."

You kept on laughing but Ben slowly went quiet, merely staring at you. A smile lingered on his lips as he listened to your laughter, and he couldn't help but feel happier at the sound. He studied your features more in detail, and his smile grew fonder. Yes, you were definitely… charming. He wondered if you would accept to see him again once this day was over and you didn't need him to get a ride in roller coasters anymore. Perhaps… he could convince you to keep this arrangement of yours for the next day.

Behind you, a family was settling at a table, and two of the children seemed particularly… excited. They were running around the table and didn't seem to care at all about their parents' warnings. Instead, they were playing loudly and laughing as they ran.

You finally grew quiet again, taking a sip of your hot beverage, while Ben was gathering his courage and taking a deep breath, before diving.

"Y/N… I was wondering…"

His voice was shy all of a sudden, he was stuttering a little again, and you gave him a reassuring smile, silently inviting him to continue. But he didn't have the occasion.

As you rose your cup to your lips again, the children behind you accidentally pushed you quite roughly as they ran too fast, and you spilled hot chocolate all over your pullover…

You gasped, your eyes growing round as you watched the large brown stain left on your jumper, and you cursed under your breath.

Ben winced as he handed you his napkin.

"I'm not sure you can clean that up," he told you with a shrug.

"Brilliant," you mumbled angrily. "I'll be back in a sec."

You walked to the bathroom and tried to clean up this mess, but indeed, no matter how hard you tried to get rid of that chocolate, a large brown stain remained impregnated in the fabric. You heaved a frustrated sigh before going back to Ben's table. You let yourself fall back on your chair.

"I only brought one more sweater with me, and it's not as warm as this one," you told him. "Perhaps I should buy another one. That'll make me a souvenir."

Ben chuckled, before enthusiastically nodding.

"Let's go then! Before you catch a cold with that wet sweater!"

He stood up and gave you a bright smile. Looking for a jumper still meant making one more activity with you, and it might be the last time he saw you… as long as he could be with you for a little longer, he was up for anything.

And if at first you had been annoyed by the idea of searching for a sweater, now that Ben was coming with you, you were rather keen to the idea… After all, you didn't know if he would want to see you again once you would have walked out of this place tonight.

"Doesn't that bother you to come with me?" you asked him rather shyly, but he answered with a warm smile.

"Not at all! Anyway, it's not as if I had better things to do! It's that or watching crappy TV on my own, so…"

You chuckled, but stood up too, paying for your drink and following Ben to the door.

You walked down the main lane towards a shop, and once again, you welcomed the warmth inside. The shop in itself was richly decorated for Christmas as well, and many children were running here and there, excited smile on their faces. The air smelt like gingerbread and oranges. Everything felt like Christmas and magic…

You walked through the shop in search for Disney sweaters, and when you finally found some, you had to admit that you were rather disappointed.

They all looked rather ridiculous. At least, the ones available in adult sizes were. You were terribly jealous of that lightly purple sweater with a beautiful decoration reading 'May the Force be with you' on it. Instead… you were stuck with a sweater with the head of Pluto making a very weird face. Not that you had anything against the yellow dog, but the sweater was just ugly…

Ben hummed by your side, frowning hard.

"Looks like you won't have much of a choice," he sighed.

"I feel terrible for these poor characters to be on such ugly sweaters…"

Ben laughed, but had to admit that you were right.

"I'll look utterly ridiculous," you moaned.

"Come on, it's not so bad!"

You rose an eyebrow in surprise, before picking up a fuchsia sweater with a Mickey Mouse head upon it that looked like he was having a heart attack, and you pressed it against your torso to show him how you would look like in it. And he couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah… that's terrible," he nodded.

"Poor me," you dramatically groaned.

He gave you a bright smile, a mischievous glint alit in his eyes.

"Well, if you are doomed and have to look ridiculous for the rest of your trip, then I'll help you feeling better!" he offered.

"And how do you intend to do that?" you asked back with an amused smile.

"I'll buy the ugliest sweater I can find too," he answered matter-of-factly.

You exploded with laughter.

"No, I can't let you bring this on yourself, Ben! That's very generous, but that's too terrible!"

"I won't let you feel miserable about yourself. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time people laugh at me. Being an actor, I came at peace with that idea a long time ago."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am! But then, we need to find the most hideous ones…"

He looked through the sweaters and picked up an ugly green one with Pluto wearing a santa hat and making a very weird face that was supposed to look like he was happy, but looked more like he was a psychopath and was about to try to kill you…

"That will go with my hat, don't you think?" he asked with a laugh.

He chose the right size, before trying it on and putting his one Christmas hat as well. You couldn't help but laugh.

"You look dashing!" you laughed.

"I know," he nodded, unable to stop a smile to cross his face. "Which one do you pick?"

You looked at the fuchsia sweater you were still holding.

"I guess that one is horrid enough, don't you think?" you smiled at him.

"Good choice," he nodded, taking off the sweater and the hat again.

You chuckled, looking fondly at Ben, and you didn't think about the words you spoke as they passed your lips.

"You're one of a kind, Ben. You really are adorable."

His cheeks and ears turned crimson in the blink of an eye, and he clumsily ran a hand through his jet-black hair.

"What would your boyfriend say if he heard you compliment another guy like that," he joked his way out.

But your voice was more serious as you replied.

"I don't have a boyfriend, so we're in the clear."

You intensely stared at each other for a moment, and you lost yourself in his dark brown eyes. You studied their colour for a while, feeling like the whole universe had shrunk around you. And for a while, there was nothing but these two dark eyes in the whole world. You realized that they came closer to you, but didn't make a movement to walk away again. Instead, you took a step towards them as well. Only when you could feel Ben's nearness did you finally realize how close he now was to you. He didn't try to lean down towards your lips, although you saw his eyes jump down to settle upon them for a moment. He gave you a warm smile instead, and your heart skipped a beat. You noticed that his breathing wasn't quite even anymore, and your own breath matched his. It felt like being under some kind of spell that prevented you from looking away, from moving away… or for even wanting to do so. But you barely knew him, how could you share that kind of moment already?

You forced yourself to look away, and it seemed that you needed such an amount of strength to finally tear your eyes away from his face.

Eventually, you cleared your throat and proposed to go paying for the sweaters. Ben followed you without a word, but with a smile and flushed cheeks.

Now having a very ugly pair of sweaters, you and Ben both walked back into the cold of winter, slowly advancing towards the gates of the park. A comfortable silence had settled between the two of you, but you hadn't made proper eye-contact since that moment you had shared in the shop. You didn't feel uncomfortable around him because of it though, just… apprehensive. You were just a little scared that you would never see him again.

And Ben didn't dare to speak. He was scared that you would never want to see him again after tonight. He felt angry against himself for letting himself be drown to you so easily. He shouldn't have walked so close to you. What had happened in his head?!

You had happened. It was pretty clear. He just couldn't help it, the way he felt attracted towards you, as a comet pulled by gravity towards a sun.

You reached the large gates and walked out, still in silence, until it was time for you to part and go back to your hotel rooms. Ben waited for you to speak first.

"Well… thank you for today. It was great," you shyly smiled.

"I had a lovely day thanks to you," he nodded.

"And thank you for sharing some sweater-shame with me," you joked, making him chuckle.

"No problem."

"Well… I guess… it means goodbye then," you gave him a warm smile.

He nodded slowly. He wanted to ask for your number. He wanted to ask you to see him again. He wanted…

But his words didn't match his wishes.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

You slowly nodded, before slowly turning around. You started to walk away through the night, the road lightened by lampposts and Christmas lights.

He could hear his brother's words already, speaking a truth he didn't want to hear.

Ben, you moron! You should have asked to see her again!

And he mentally slapped himself for being such an idiot. Jack would be right. Ben liked you. He wanted to spend more time with you. He hadn't felt this way in ages. If he let you go now, he knew he would regret it for years.

"Y/N!"

You froze, before slowly turning back towards Ben, who was already hurrying after you. Soon, he was standing by your side again.

"What about we spend tomorrow together too?" he asked in a rush, his nerves getting the best of him. "I mean… we're still alone here, right? And I can still hear with both ears…"

You let out a laugh, before nervously touching your hair.

"What would your girlfriend say if you spent two days in Disneyland with another woman?" you half-joked.

But he answered with a large smile.

"I don't have a girlfriend, so we're in the clear."

You stared at each other in silence for a moment. Until your smile widened into a grin.

"I'd love to spend tomorrow with you, Ben," you whispered.

You both felt your cheeks heating up and let out a shy chuckle.

"Let's meet here tomorrow morning then, when the park opens," he proposed.

You nodded in agreement.

"I'll be here," you promised.

"Good night, then, Y/N," he grinned.

"Good night, Ben."

This time, he didn't stop you when you walked away. He didn't need to. Instead, he threw his fist through the air and towards the sky in a sign of victory.

He would see you again tomorrow…

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chuckling-chemist · 6 years ago

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Music Meme

So you know that “put your music player on shuffle, and draw only when it’s playing then stop for 10 songs”? Yeah I did that but writing. Went and fixed up the typos plus a bit of quirk stuff, but otherwise it’s about how I wrote it. Stuck under a read more for reasons

1. Come Together - The Beatles

Dumaas was not a small troll. Dumaas never would be a small troll. He stood, a full 7’3” flat footed with tall, imposing horns that stood straight up for what seemed like miles, with a body frame that was all bulk and little else. Every step he took forward was heavy. Other trolls were scared of him. But that’s okay. He was a purpleblood. A subjuggalator. A terror to society both inside and outside the forces of the Inquisition. They should be scared of him. Such was his purpose.

Did that upset others? Perhaps. Certainly upset the pansy-ass little violetbloods he was forced to work with. They didn’t cower, but they held their noses up and looked down on him despite being shorter. One of them in particular, a tall skinny thing who needed more food in particular, might look him down in the eyes whenever they met up, but Dumaas could smell the fear when he arrived on the scene. He hated Dumaas with a passion. That’s how it should be. That was their destiny as purple and violet.

2. The Greatest - Alabama Shakes.

Mayola flopped down onto the couch where Valeba slept on the other end. It woke the lowblood up instantly, who shot a glare over in the seadweller’s general direction.

“What the hell’s that about?” she snapped groggily. Someone was pissed. Not like it was Mayola’s problem.

“Uh….I dunno. Keep you on your toes?”

Valeba rolled her eyes and groaned. She started to settle back into a comfortable sleeping position, stopping immediately as Mayola grabbed a foot to pull her closer and get the lowblood on top of her.

“We’re fucking kismesis, you know.”

“You assume I fuckin’ give a shit.” Mayola grinned, running her tongue over too-sharp teeth. “‘Sides, I wasn’t lookin’ to do anything more than sleep right now anyway. Busy day ‘n’ all.”

“That makes one of us. I fucking hate going with you on these stupid politic meetings. Take Aisral.” Valeba shook her head, long hair getting all over Mayola’s chest. “Or Dontoc. Someone qualified.”

“You’re fuckin’ qualified on lowblood shit, ya know.”

3. Tetris Theme - Powerglove

Vodnik could see the wind move.

A strange concept, if you thought about it. You shouldn’t be able to see the wind move. The tree tops quaking when the breeze went too fast, sure. The coats and hats of trolls whip off in a windstorm, of course. Or the sails on his ship move on a pleasant day, naturally. But the wind? To see the jet streams as what they were - streams, like leaves moving about the air as if they floated down the current of a stream - was an unusual ability indeed. A shame of all the people in the universe to thank, it was the damn fairies.

He’d have to thank them for his manipulation of it too. How, if he focused and actually tried, he could push the wind into different positions, shape it like it were blocks, move it effortlessly back and forth to whatever he needed at the time.

4. Young Man Dead - The Black Angels

Gonzor took a slow drag of the cigarette in his mouth, feeling the bug scuttle about in his hand during its final moments. This one wasn’t completely dead. He didn’t exactly prefer it that way, granted, but there was something cathartic at his caste to feel something actually die for once in his life. Not just to feel it, but to see it. As a limeblood, it was so rare to even go out and explore the world as however unholy god the purples happened to worship -- which is to say, violent and messy -- that he reveled in the rare moments he could do so in such a way that didn’t simultaneously make him feel like he engaged in society the way the bitch of an Empress and her insufferable little twee-twat of an Heiress wanted. It was just a bug.

A bug that gave him a pleasant tingle in his fingertips and calmed his craving for something harder, but still just a bug.

If anything, it’s good Gonzor finally managed to get off the more dangerous shit. He always knew that would end up killing him someday if he weren’t careful, and even with that knowledge he wasn’t exactly keen on stopping. But after it knocked out one of his coworkers….

5. Flickers - Son Lux

The darkness shifted around Dontoc. It stopped him from moving, bound his feet to whatever unholy floor he stood on now. He could move his hands, but what good did it do? There was nothing to reach, nothing to grab at. Just darkness surrounding every fiber of his being like a blanket. Smothering him.

And yet, it didn’t aim to kill. It just bound him. That was new.

A figure appeared in the darkness. It looked like him, except it wasn’t him. It was twisted, warped, the cheeky smile he showed Pallia or Valeba on good days replaced with a warped grin, gnarls around an otherwise perfectly unnaturally smooth face. He held a light, a candelabra that forced his face to look somehow darker still despite it. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. Not as the figure gazed into the darkness, his light opening a hole.

But Dontoc couldn’t go down the hole. Couldn’t use it to escape. No, this wasn’t the time. Even without the bindings, he knew instinctively as such.

6. For Free? (Interlude) - Kendrick Lamar

Marching.

In all her life, Valeba had probably never marched. She ran, she stalked. Marching was something done by the fucking military in the conquest of useless planets to ravage. Yet here she was, marching her happy ass up to Careen’s dumbass oversized mansion to give the Heiress the first piece of a rust’s mind she’d probably ever heard in her fucking life.

Who’s bright idea was it to give that bitch her Chittr handle? A chittr that, mind you, was only made so Mayola could tag her in every pic she ever took. Certainly hadn't been Dontoc. Boy probably didn’t even have a chittr. But either way, Careen found it.

7. Hypnotize - White Stripes

“Fancy a drink tonight, doll?”

The cobalt rolled her eyes at Meroin, giving a short good-natured laugh as she walked away. Ah well. Another loss. No big deal.

He heard a chuckle from across the bar. Niehea. The fuchsia was everything Meorin dreamed of in a seadweller: tall, adventurous and down to get her hands dirty. To say he was smitten with her was an understatement. “You’re striking out tonight.”

8. El Scorcho - Weezer

Hey uh….you free? I’m making extra dinner tonight.

Ardeen mentally kicked himself. That sounded dumb. Extra dinner? Who the hell makes extra dinner? Certainly not someone he was trying to impress. Who might have been a lowblood that obviously needed to eat a little more than the jerky he often saw her with. Certainly not her.

He sat around on his husktop, dinking around for what felt like hours before he got an answer. Ardeen nearly jumped at the notification ping playing loud and clear over his speakers. Had his sound been that high? Guess so.

Yeah I got nothing going on now. Happen to be in the area. Want me over?

Fuck yeah

Oh shit, now that--that sounded desperate. Horribly so.

I mean yeah. Just yeah. No fuck involved.

Well shit, and here I was thinking I could fuck my ^^atesprit who i’ve fucked already. Joke’s on ^^e I guess.

….Right. They were matesprits. That’s a thing. He was seeing someone.

9. The Great Gig in the Sky - Pink Floyd

The bar was quiet when Inaeis entered. As it should be. He’d never walked into a lounge bar at 4 in the morning and found it packed with trolls. Happy hour hadn’t even began. Trolls this early were still at work, or fumbling around with whatever esoteric interest they wanted to at the time. They weren’t drinking their souls away. They had better things to do. Unlike Inaeis, who after centuries of burning and pillaging rebel troll’s belongings just wanted to drink and forget it all. Forget his atrocities. Forget the inquisition. Forget the stupid highbloods and the Empress and his library. Just zone out to the sound of the soft chords of the piano as she played some sorrowful song for an audience of one.

But he couldn't. No matter how much he drank, it only forced him to remember it all. He still smelled the smoke of his first burnt hive. Still remembered the screams of the trolls. The glare in Fospha’s eyes as the sword ran clean through her belly. The look of absolute disgust. He felt still, so much later.

He could’ve just shot her. Made it quick. But he didn’t. His own fault.

10. Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater Revival

The trolls that gathered at the gates were not the ones expected. The leaders of the revolt expected lowbloods. The trolls most likely to be cannon fodder to the ugliest fights only, the ones ensured to never see the light of the moons or step foot back on Alternia after their first tour with the fleet. But it wasn’t. Every landdwelling caste, save the purples, gathered on the front steps with a spark in their eyes that indicated they were finished. Some of them came armed, but many others only came with angry words and furious stares. It was a wonder how they expected to survive at all.

#fantroll #prompt writing #just throwing it under the ft tag for purposes of finding it on my blog

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bash-it-all-blog · 7 years ago

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Neighbours AU

Au where the Avengers all end up living on the same apartment floor; Tony is the last to come and of course, Steve can’t help but find himself falling in love with the new adorable, brilliant- but god so sexy Italian next door.

Tony however is recovering and taking some time off from his abusive boyfriend Ty, despite that he can’t help but notice the blue-eyed blonde next door.

A family is formed along the way.

Steve has lived in this building for about a year now, if Steve had anyone over- that wasn’t Bucky, since Bucky lived across the hall, they would probably say something about how the building was a bit worn out, if they made their way up the elevator and walked onto Steve’s floor they might just ask about why the building had so very few rooms and they might even question why the hallway was actually a circle and looked more like a giant living room then a hall. They might also comment on the lack of people if they stayed long enough to notice. But of course, Steve didn’t have to worry about anyone’s questions, as he didn’t really have anyone to bring home in the first place.

It seemed everyone who lived here didn’t really have much of a social life outside of well, who lived here.

Steve found that he didn’t mind but sometimes when he’d cross the “hallway” to visit Bucky he’d find himself wishing that there were a few more people he could interact with.

It was actually the empty hallway that got to Steve the most, it was probably because it looked like it could so easily become a lounge or a place where you could hang out, with its already circular shape and with the way all the room doors were placed around it. Steve could easily imagine having friends who lived across the hall or next door, but again it was just his own wishful thinking.

But the hope was still there since no one actually occupied those rooms- yet.

Clint was the first to come. Steve had been carrying groceries toward the elevator cautiously making sure the bags didn’t rip as he walked. When Steve looked up from his grocery bags he found himself looking at his usually bland co-landlord who was holding someone by their ear. The someone was blond and rough looking, he looked like he hadn’t had a proper shower for days, looking a bit more closely Steve could see dark bags under his eyes. However, the man still had the biggest grin on his face as if having his ear gripped by Phil was a dream come true.

It was a little weird but Steve’s seen weirder. Shrugging to himself, Steve looked to Phil. Phil’s eye twitched, and in turn, as if sensing Steve from behind him, the man looked at Steve, then the man’s grin got a little wider.

“Hi! I’m Clint!” The man waved at Steve. Steve smiled at the strange picture he had in front of him.

“I’m Steve. Do you live here?” He asked a bit curious, again it was rare that the building had any visitors.

Instead of answering Phil cut in, “He will be living here, actually, he’ll be on the same floor as you and Bucky. Just 2 doors to the right.” Clint looked at Phil as if it were a new development, and with the way Clint came off to Steve, he could find himself easily believing it to be true.

2 months later a woman named Natasha moved in next to Clint- or least that’s what Clint told Bucky and him.

As time passed Steve, Bucky and Clint became pretty good friends. Clint had no sense of personal space and Bucky had no problems snarking off to their new friend. The hallway was still empty but Steve’s place became something of a hangout. All was good until Bucky began to worry about Clint’s sanity. They knew the man was weird but they were both still a bit concerned. It was when Clint was at work that they breached the topic of Clint.

Bucky knocked on Steve’s door the second he saw Clint exit the building.

“But have you even seen her?” Is the first thing that comes out of Bucky’s mouth when the blond opened his door.

“Well, I’ve tried knocking on her door a few times but no one ever answers,” Steve replied.

“I know Stevie but how do we tell our resident birdman that she doesn’t exist, he just keeps talking about this ‘Natasha’ and if she actually lived here I think we’d at least know- I once spent a whole day scoping out her door. And I don’t even know if she’s real!?!” Bucky exclaimed.

“Wait.” Steve paused. “A whole day? Don’t you work everyday, Buck’?” The younger man questioned, looking at his best friend a bit dubiously.

“Stevie that’s not what’s important here, this is our friends' sanity!”

“You just hate your job.” He interrupted.

“Shut up, that’s not important right now. How many times are we going to have this conversation! You know what, maybe Clint’s just seein’ ghosts? Our building is pretty scary.”

“Bucky isn’t it Tuesday?” Steve’s lips twitched up as he asked completely ignoring his friends rambling.

“I swear to God punk, you bring up m’a job one more time and I will sock y’a right here, right now. Just ‘cause you buffed up doesn’t mean I ain’t still able to kick your ass.”

“Okay, okay. What do we do then?”

“I don’t know! Why do you think I’m here?! Should we get salt?”

“What? Buck- maybe just, uh, leave it alone, for all we know this Natasha is real. Clint’s weird but I don’t think he’s crazy or seein’ ghosts. If anything he’s prob’ly just messin’ with us.”

“You know what Stevie, fine. Whatever. When some redhead ghost comes to kill you in y’a sleep, I don’t wanna see your ghost hangin’ around. Got it?”

Grumbling to himself Bucky turned around and headed back to his own room before Steve could reply. Lips pulling into a smile at his friends antics Steve closed the door and turned towards his kitchen where he stopped and froze, he found himself looking and seeing a redhead woman, who was very much alive and matched Clint’s description to a T, she was sitting back and balancing a chair on two legs, holding a cherry to her mouth; Steve felt a scream rip out from the back of his throat.

He could already hear Bucky’s cries of “I told you so’s,” ringing in his ears.

Moving into his new home, Thor found he liked it. Steven was very kind and Natasha reminded him of his cousin Sif. She wasn’t the best playmate but Thor found himself loving her regardless. Moving in Thor found no regrets, Loki was a mere floor away and even though Clint seemed to have something against Loki, the blond found himself quickly becoming apart of the friendship blooming on the fourth floor. Bucky was a funny character though pessimistic Thor found himself smiling at a lot of the strange things Bucky would say under his breath.

Steve found that Thor really helped bring some light into their strange group. And he also really enjoyed Thor’s enthusiasm. It was 3 months after Thor’s arrival that Steve began to see a change in their “hallway”.

“Why is there a couch?” Clint asked. The couch in question was in the middle of their circular hallway, it had what looked like 2.5 seats, and was probably the ugliest thing Steve had ever seen. It was ripped through the back and had a strange green, yellow and purple pattern that really made no sense, and Steve was an art student.

“Why is it so ugly?” Bucky asked. Making his way around it, “and it’s ripped!” He gave a face of disgust.

“I think we should spray it. Or just pour bleach on it.” Clint said. Still looking at it disdainfully. “You know what, let’s just burn it. I say we burn it.”

“Let’s burn it.” Bucky agreed, standing beside Clint. Then Thor came up the elevator with a matching lamp. The three men looked up at the foreigner.

“Friends!” Thor smiled bringing the lamp up next to the couch. “I have bought this couch at a sale. I was doing tourism!”

Steve looked at Thor questioningly, scrunching up his face and looking at his friend incredulously. “Thor, you're not even tourist. You’ve been here over 3 months already.”

“-but more importantly why did you buy this monstrosity?” Clint cut in.

Thor smiled, “It was strange looking and I found it to be sold at a very cheap price!”

“You paid for it?!?!” Bucky looked scandalized.

“Of course, nothing is free in this world.” Thor looked at Bucky as if he was completely out of his mind.

“Thor. What will you be doing with this couch?” A female voice chimed in. Kicking the couch to the side a bit, in her hand was a white bucket filled with something that smelled chemically, Bleach?

“Oh! I wished for it to be in my apartment, however, I cannot fit it through the door. So instead I decided to share it with the rest of you and we shall keep it in our common area. We are always in Steven’s room, so this way we may have more space and Steven will no longer see reason to yell at us for messes!” Thor declared. Then without further ado, Natasha dumped the bucket of bleach on the couch. Thor shrieked.

After all was set and dry, and the couch had unfortunately survived. Bucky still had a look of disbelief on his face. Looking at Natasha he shook his head and attempted to clear up his confusion, “-hold on, wait one second right there, just who the in the fuck are you?”

Clint looked at Bucky oddly “That’s just Natasha, dumbass.”

Then Steve started laughing.

Dr. Bruce Banner was a quiet fellow who somehow ended up living next door to Thor. It was actually Thor who brought him in, Bruce technically had a place to live but was kind of on the run so he ended up following Thor after they ‘bumped’ into each other at a bar. Bar’s were not usually Bruce’s scene but things had been kind of shitty lately and he well, needed a break but then some asshole had tried to take his seat and was hitting on some girl who clearly wasn’t interested, so Bruce might have punched the guy’s lights out.

And then it was an all-out brawl. Friends apparently stuck up for one another- not that Bruce had ever known. Then the girl joined in, and then so did Thor. They fought a ‘worthy battle’ as Thor liked to call it at least.

Both of them drunk and beat- literally, ended up making their way to Thor’s place. And as Bruce was about to leave the next morning, a pirate- or man? Named Nick gave him a key, took some money out of his wallet and then sent Bruce back upstairs. And the rest was history.

They were lounging around on Thor’s monstrosity- well Thor named it Bilgesnipe. So they were lounging around on Bligesnipe when Bruce came out of his room with a small vial in one hand a spray top in the other.

“What’s up Bruce?” Steve asked. Looking at the scientist.

“I know how to fix the couch of its horror.”

“What does that even mean?” Clint asked, hanging out from the vent right above the couch.

“It means this,” Bruce pointed to the vial in his hand, “will disinfect and get rid of any nasty smell Bilgesnipe has. And I also modified it to leave that floral scent that Natasha seems to enjoy.” Bruce explained, he looked haggard, now that Steve really looked at the man. “Now get off the couch.” All of them made room for Bruce and then he put the spray top on the liquid letting the tube slide in before he began to start spraying. “Now give it an hour or two and come back. I am going to sleep.”

“When did you last sleep anyways Bruce?”

“Whenever Monday was,” Bruce replied before shutting his door behind him and a few seconds later a dramatic thud could be heard on the other side.

“Bruce dropped something,” Natasha said, looking at a small slip of paper in her hand. Steve knew Bruce didn’t drop it, Natasha just stole it. But he didn’t say anything as he felt her eyes fall on him. She knew, he knew.

“Who’s Valkyrie?” Clint asked reading the name off the tiny paper.

Steve came over and looked, seeing what was obviously the Valkyrie’s number and small message below it, that read ‘Thx for starting the brawl big guy, call me.’ Steve’s grin got a bit larger, “Whoever she is just mean’s that Bruce got game.”

There was only one more room left after Bruce came in, everyone had made bets as to who it could be. Would they be young? Old? Their age? They all had been lucky so far, all of them falling into same age range. However, none of them bet on who came next. After all, the coincidence would be too great.

Tony Edwards moved into his new apartment late at night with one suitcase in his hand and an anxious look on his face. The case was full of random things Tony had picked up before he left home, not that he left in too much a hurry but rather he just picked up anything that was lying around in the heat of the moment. Tony looked up at the building while quickly and quietly making his way up the elevator.

He walked into the circular hall, and the engineer made a face at the hideous couch, beside it was an equally ugly looking lamp, passing by he smelt a whiff of something floral, looking at the couch oddly Tony walked on and stopped in front of the door to his suite. He pulled out his key while nervously looking around and quietly opened the door not daring to disturb any of his new neighbours.

Tony settled down and unpacked just as quietly as he moved in. Though his unpacking was mainly just pulling out scraps of metal, throwing some clothes over the rail in his closet (since he didn’t have hangers, but it was okay since he also didn’t have many sets of clothing), and then pulling out his wallet, keys and cellphone and placing them on the dining table. Thank god he remembered his toothbrush.

It took a few days for Steve to notice someone lived next door to him. And it took everyone else a week, but honestly, Natasha probably found out around the same time as Steve did.

It had been 2 weeks since everyone had figured out that someone now occupied the last unoccupied room of the fourth floor. They had all met in Bruce’s room trying to figure out who lived there. “But really why don’t you guys just knock?”

“Bruce! That takes all the fun out of it!” Clint looked mildly offended.

“I just don’t see why you-” Bruce paused. The rest of them looked towards the scientist, curious. “Do you hear that?” He asked his friends.

Steve tried listening but didn’t hear anything out of the ordinary. Whispering, he asked Bruce, “What is it?”

Bruce whispered back, “Our neighbour is in the hallway. He just left his apartment.”

Thor’s eyes lightened up, “Then we shall meet them!” Thor smiled, he ran towards Bruce’s door and pulled it open. The door swung back and hit the wall with a slam, Bruce winced. Thor, however, moved towards the hallway and called for their neighbour. “Neighbour! We wish to meet you!”

Then as Thor moved out of the way, Steve saw him.

The man was petit but there was clearly some muscle on him, his hair was curly and was a creamy shade of brown. He was tanned but looked a bit pale and his eyes, a similar colour to his hair were blown wide, the expression on his face could only be described as terrified and Steve, Steve just wanted to hold him and never let him go.

The man let out a surprised squeak and then froze like a deer in headlights. Thor took a couple steps towards the man, but the man seemed to have regained himself and in turn moved back. Thor paused unsurely but Natasha quickly took over.

“Hello. I’m Natasha Romanoff, I live next door to you, you must be our new neighbour.” She said her tone the softest Steve has ever heard it be. The man bit his lip but his posture seemed to relax as Natasha moved to stand between him and Thor.

The fidgeted then looked up at her, “I’m Tony Edwards. But you can just call me Tony.” Tony looked down, then tilted his head to look behind Natasha.

Suddenly Steve felt a bit nervous. Unsure what to say he said the first thing on his mind. “Steve!” He blurted. “I’m uh- Steve. Tony. Yes, I’m Steve.” He could hear Bucky and Clint’s muffled laughter behind him. And could feel the back of his ears turning red.

Tony gave Steve a soft smile and Steve could feel himself smiling back, in turn, Bucky and Clint completely slipped out of his mind. “Hi Steve,” Tony replied, his gorgeous smile widening a bit more.

And that’s when Steve knew he was a completely and utterly about to fall in love.

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And thats a wrap for now, please send me asks about this ‘cause I’d love to expand and I’d love to hear from you guys; if of course anyone actually reads it. Thx lovelies. <3

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@tired-but-here-i-am

#neighbours au #stony fic #bashwrites #Part 1 #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #clint barton #thor #steve rogers #tony stark #adorable tony stark #moving in #love at first sight #drabble #tbc

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kitterinks · 6 years ago

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The Floral Sims Challenge!!

The Sims 4 Floral Challenge!

RULES: ~ Lifespan on Normal mode ~ Each generation must represent their corresponding color, e.g, gen 1 must have white clothes, hair, makeup etc, but not over-the-top one color, (eg, if the gen is green if the top is green pants do not have to be.) ~ Each generation has multiple tasks to complete, if you do not complete them you have failed the challenge. ~ Heirs to the challenge MUST start their tasks at childhood unless unable to or generation rules say otherwise. ~ Spouses or children of the current generation DO NOT have to represent the generations colors, but can if you want. ~ Cheats are not allowed to be used unless it is cheats for build/buy mode (bb.moveobjects, bb.showhiddenobjects etc.) ~ Most importantly HAVE FUN!

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Generation 1 ~ Daisy (White)

You are exactly like a daisy, you never really fit in. You are never really considered 'part of the group.' You see everyone as 'perfect' and don't like it, so you exercise a lot to make you 'skinnier' and 'prettier' like the others, so you can make friends easier! You have a wild imagination that everyone is like a flower, each unique and perfect. You think you are the ugliest flower, though, making you feel depressed.

Traits- Creative, Active, Gloomy Aspiration- Friend of the World. Career- Entertainer

Rules: ~ Have children at adulthood, be a terrible mother. ~ Get married at elder. ~ Complete Entertainer career and Friend of the World aspiration. ~ Master Fitness and Comedy skills.

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Generation 2 ~ Rose (Red) As a child, everything was perfect, so you are quite a snobby adult, which lead you to your critic career. You are so good at your job and love it dearly so you never really have time for romance, though you really want it. You never seem to be able to keep a boyfriend because you never seem to 'have time for them.' Your mother never had time for you as a child, and that got you very, VERY mad... I guess that stuck with you.

Traits- Romantic, Snob, Hot-headed Aspiration- Serial Romantic Career- Critic

Rules: ~ Have a child with second boyfriend/husband ~ Divorce/Break up with that sim ~ Complete Serial Romantic aspiration and Critic career. ~ Master Charisma Skill ~ At adulthood, cheat on one boyfriend with a young adult or elder. ~ Remarry the father of your child once the career is mastered.

------------------------------------------------ Generation 3 ~ Lavender (Purple) While your grandmother and mother were busy trying to meet new people an make everything perfect, you always had your nose in a book, mostly parenting books, dreaming of having or even being the perfect mother! You read a lot of books, well above the normal child-reading-age, so you are quite smart, you always paid attention in class and though people thought of you as 'boring', 'quiet', or 'smart', behind everyone's backs you loved DANCING! Because of the strange family you had, and all of the books you read, you had a lot of inspiration to write. Your main goal in life is to be a famous dancer or writer, while still managing to be the greatest mother on planet earth!

Traits- Genius, Bookworm, Dance Machine Aspiration- Super Parent Career- Writer

Rules: ~ Get married at adulthood and have 2 children (preferably twins, cheats can be used for this) at young adult ~ Write 10 books, each about a strange moment in your sims (or sims family's) life ~ Have full friendship with both children and husband. ~ Master Parenting, Writing, Logic and Dancing Skill ~ Complete Writer career and Super Parent aspiration. ~ Live in an apartment

------------------------------------------------ Generation 4 ~ Bluebell (Blue) As a child, you were always taught to appreciate family because you only have one. But as a child, you were also always taught that everything was to be perfect... your grandmother taught you this behind your mothers back. You were great friends with your grandmother, until one day you had a conversation with your mother about perfection. Your mother always told you to follow your dreams and to not care about other peoples opinions on you or your dreams, talents or beliefs. You promised your mother that you would try your hardest in everything you do.

Traits- Perfectionist, Family-Oriented, Music Lover Aspiration- Musical Genius Career- Babysitter, Entertainer (Musical Branch)

Rules: ~ Stay living in your family's apartment with your sibling and/or parents ~ Be good friends with your grandmother ~ Talk to your mother about your grandmother (at teenage) and begin to dislike her. ~ Don't get married but adopt a toddler (next heir) at almost adult. ~ Complete the Entertainer (Musician Branch) career and Musical Genius aspiration. ~ Master the Singing, Guitar, Piano, and Violin skills.

------------------------------------------------ Generation 5 ~ Buttercup (Yellow) You knew you were adopted as a child because you looked different to everyone else. You never felt the same as anyone either, you didn't fit in, but you never let that stop you! You always had the biggest inspiration from your grandmother, everything you did she was your biggest fan of! You were a creative child, and your grandmother always supported you when you wanted to be an artist. When you began playing the piano thanks to your mother, your grandmother would always sit, listen, and hum the songs next to you. When you decided to be a chef or baker, your grandmother always taught you her tips, tricks, and her secret recipes. She was always the first person to taste your food and would never not love them! You are very indecisive, but in everything you do your grandma supported you, she made you very ambitious.

Traits- Clumsy, Ambitious, Foodie Aspiration- Master Chef Career- Store Helper, Fast food employee, Painter, Chef

Rules: ~ Must be Best Friends with your grandma and a boy you meet at school. ~ At childhood, master creativity skill by drawing and playing piano and get at least halfway in piano skill. ~ Complete Master Chef aspiration and Culinary Career (Chef Branch). ~ Must get to at least level 5 in piano skill and painting skill and master the cooking, gourmet cooking, and baking skill ~ At teenage must have a high school romance with your best friend from childhood ~ Marry high-school sweetheart ~ Have 2 genetical children (one will be next heir) and adopt 1 toddler when genetical kids are children.

------------------------------------------------ Generation 6 ~ Chrysanthemum (Green) You are a strange and quirky person, people often judge you but you don't care. You are obsessed with the outdoors, you love all bugs, animals and can't stand to see one die. Your garden is quite huge, and your crops sell for lots of money, so you don't need to work! You sometimes get a little bit jealous when you see people with huge houses and lots of money, but at the end of the day, you love the outdoors! So it all pays off! You rarely come across people you like who are not a part of your family, so you hardly have any friends. All of your friends from school now think of you as 'weird' or 'strange' but as your mother and grandparents used to say "NOBODY’S PERFECT!"

Traits- Vegetarian, Jealous, Loves Outdoors Aspiration- Freelance Botanist Career- Doctor, (Work From Home) Gardener

Rules: ~ Have friends from school, but disband from them over the years and do not make any new friends. ~ Complete the Freelance Botanist aspiration ~ Master the Gardening, Handiness and Herbology Skills ~ Get married at elder. ~ Have 1 child at adult ~ Quit your job as a doctor when your garden starts making over 1,000 simoleons.

------------------------------------------------ Generation 7 ~ Cherry Blossom (Pink) In this generation, you are a weeaboo. If you don't know what that is, then here. A person who retains an unhealthy obsession with Japan and Japanese culture, typically ignoring or even shunning their own racial and cultural identity. Many weeaboos talk in butchered Japanese with the 8 or so words they know (i.e. kawaii, desu, ni chan). *THANKS TO THE URBANDICTIONARY.COM * You love everything cute (kawaii), pink (pinku) and, well... everything! From Animals to Candy, you love a heck of a lot of stuff! People call you strange because of your weird obsession with everything, but who cares? It's CUTE! People are often mocking you for your love of the Japanese culture, and you're always quick coming up with a comeback! Some might even say you're a little mean... As well as you being obsessed with Japan, you are an animal lover! Your dream is to start your own vet clinic! You aren't interested in romance, as you think it might slow down your pathway to success! When your not busy, your writing fan fiction for Attack on Titan, Totoro, etc. And you love decorating cakes! They look so cute after!

Traits: Cat lover, Unflirty, Mean Aspiration: Friend of the Animals Career: Retail Employee (Teen Job), (Own a business) Vet Clinic.

Rules: ~ Every Sunday have an 'anime marathon' (Watch a movie or watch T.V) Or Manga marathon (Read) ~ Master the Writing, Veterinarian and Baking skills ~ Complete the Friend of The Animals aspiration and when completed write books about 'My Animal Journey' ~ Get married at Adult (or not at all, free choice) to a school friend. ~ Have 1 child.

------------------------------------------------ Generation 8 ~ Marigold (Orange) FINAL GENERATION! You've had a perfect life, you were taught to be perfect, but not. You were taught to follow your dreams and not to let anyone interfere, but you were also taught that family is the most important thing! Everyone in your family was so... good! You had to make a change! You used to play astronauts with your friends when you were little, so... why not be a REAL astronaut?! Its always been your dream to go to Sixam! You are quite a lazy person. You can be active and productive when you like, and other times... you can't be bothered! You are a goofball, not an ideal trait for someone who is in such a serious career, but, you were always told 'NOBODY"S PERFECT!' and 'BE WHO YOU ARE!' so why not?! You dislike children, even though your whole life you were taught that family is the most important thing! Your goofball side often leads you to play mischevious pranks on friends, family and even strangers!

Traits- Lazy, Goofball, Hates Children Aspiration- Cheif of Mischief Career- Astronaut

Rules: ~ Must be mischevious whole life (i.e being a silly toddler, rambunctious scamp child and goofball teen-elder) ~ Must build a rocket ship and go to Sixam before Elder ~ Must complete Cheif of Mischief aspiration and Astronaut career. ~ Must get married but have no kids ~ Must complete Mischief, Rocket Science and Logic skills.

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AAAAND you're done! I hope you play this challenge if you do please enjoy! Tag me in posts on Tumblr if you do play it! Have fun, Lovelies!!! <33

#the sims 4 #maxis match #alpha #ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #ts4cc

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hopleyblush-blog · 6 years ago

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The Floral Challenge

Generation 1 ~ Daisy (White)

You are exactly like a daisy, you never really fit in. You are never really considered ‘part of the group.’

You see everyone as 'perfect’ and don’t like it, so you exercise a lot to make you 'skinnier’ and 'prettier’ like the others, so you can make friends easier!

You have a wild imagination that everyone is like a flower, each unique and perfect. You think you are the ugliest flower, though, making you feel depressed.

Traits- Creative, Active, Gloomy

Aspiration- Friend of the World.

Career- Entertainer

Rules:

~ Have children at adulthood, be a terrible mother.

~ Get married as elder.

~ Complete Entertainer career and Friend of the World aspiration.

~ Master Fitness and Comedy skills.

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Generation 2 ~ Rose (Red)

As a child, everything was perfect, so you are quite a snobby adult, which lead you to your critic career.

You are so good at your job and love it dearly so you never really have time for romance, though you really want it.

You never seem to be able to keep a boyfriend because you never seem to 'have time for them.’

Your mother never had time for you as a child, and that got you very, VERY mad… I guess that stuck with you.

Traits- Romantic, Snob, Hot-headed

Aspiration- Serial Romantic

Career- Critic

Rules:

~ Have a child with second boyfriend/husband

~ Divorce/Break up with that sim

~ Complete Serial Romantic aspiration and Critic career.

~ Master Charisma Skill

~ At adulthood, cheat on one boyfriend with a young adult or elder.

~ Remarry the father of your child once the career is mastered.

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Generation 3 ~ Lavender (Purple)

While your grandmother and mother were busy trying to meet new people an make everything perfect, you

always had your nose in a book, mostly parenting books, dreaming of having or even being the perfect mother!

You read a lot of books, well above the normal child-reading-age, so you are quite smart, you always paid attention in class

and though people thought of you as 'boring’, 'quiet’, or 'smart’, behind everyone’s backs you loved DANCING!

Because of the strange family you had, and all of the books you read, you had a lot of inspiration to write.

Your main goal in life is to be a famous dancer or writer, while still managing to be the greatest mother on planet earth!

Traits- Genius, Bookworm, Dance Machine

Aspiration- Super Parent

Career- Writer

Rules:

~ Get married at adulthood and have 2 children (preferably twins, cheats can be used for this) at young adult

~ Write 10 books, each about a strange moment in your sims (or sims family’s) life

~ Have full friendship with both children and husband.

~ Master Parenting, Writing, Logic and Dancing Skill

~ Complete Writer career and Super Parent aspiration.

~ Live in an apartment

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Generation 4 ~ Bluebell (Blue)

As a child, you were always taught to appreciate family because you only have one.

But as a child, you were also always taught that everything was to be perfect… your grandmother taught you this behind your mothers back.

You were great friends with your grandmother, until one day you had a conversation with your mother about perfection.

Your mother always told you to follow your dreams and to not care about other peoples opinions on you or your dreams, talents or beliefs.

You promised your mother that you would try your hardest in everything you do.

Traits- Perfectionist, Family-Oriented, Music Lover

Aspiration- Musical Genius

Career- Babysitter, Entertainer (Musical Branch)

Rules:

~ Stay living in your family’s apartment with your sibling and/or parents

~ Be good friends with your grandmother

~ Talk to your mother about your grandmother (at teenage) and begin to dislike her.

~ Don’t get married but adopt a toddler (next heir) at almost adult.

~ Complete the Entertainer (Musician Branch) career and Musical Genius aspiration.

~ Master the Singing, Guitar, Piano, and Violin skills.

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Generation 5 ~ Buttercup (Yellow)

You knew you were adopted as a child because you looked different to everyone else.

You never felt the same as anyone either, you didn’t fit in, but you never let that stop you!

You always had the biggest inspiration from your grandmother, everything you did she was your biggest fan of!

You were a creative child, and your grandmother always supported you when you wanted to be an artist. When you began playing the piano

thanks to your mother, your grandmother would always sit, listen, and hum the songs next to you. When you decided to be a chef

or baker, your grandmother always taught you her tips, tricks, and her secret recipes. She was always the first person to taste your food

and would never not love them! You are very indecisive, but in everything you do your grandma supported you, she made you very ambitious.

Traits- Clumsy, Ambitious, Foodie

Aspiration- Master Chef

Career- Store Helper, Fast food employee, Painter, Chef

Rules:

~ Must be Best Friends with your grandma and a boy you meet at school.

~ At childhood, master creativity skill by drawing and playing piano and get at least halfway in piano skill.

~ Complete Master Chef aspiration and Culinary Career (Chef Branch).

~ Must get to at least level 5 in piano skill and painting skill and master the cooking, gourmet cooking, and baking skill

~ At teenage must have a high school romance with your best friend from childhood

~ Marry high-school sweetheart

~ Have 2 genetical children (one will be next heir) and adopt 1 toddler when genetical kids are children.

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Generation 6 ~ Chrysanthemum (Green)

You are a strange and quirky person, people often judge you but you don’t care. You are obsessed with the outdoors,

you love all bugs, animals and can’t stand to see one die. Your garden is quite huge, and your crops sell for

lots of money, so you don’t need to work! You sometimes get a little bit jealous when you see people with huge

houses and lots of money, but at the end of the day, you love the outdoors! So it all pays off!

You rarely come across people you like who are not a part of your family, so you hardly have any friends. All

of your friends from school now think of you as 'weird’ or 'strange’ but as your mother and grandparents used to

say “NOBODY’S PERFECT!”

Traits- Vegetarian, Jealous, Loves Outdoors

Aspiration- Freelance Botanist

Career- Doctor, (Work From Home) Gardener

Rules:

~ Have friends from school, but disband from them over the years and do not make any new friends.

~ Complete the Freelance Botanist aspiration

~ Master the Gardening, Handiness and Herbology Skills

~ Get married at elder.

~ Have 1 child at adult

~ Quit your job as a doctor when your garden starts making over 1,000 simoleons.

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Generation 7 ~ Cherry Blossom (Pink)

In this generation, you are a weeaboo. If you don’t know what that is, then here. A person who retains an unhealthy

obsession with Japan and Japanese culture, typically ignoring or even shunning their own racial and

cultural identity. Many weeaboos talk in butchered Japanese with the 8 or so words they know

(i.e. kawaii, desu, ni chan). *THANKS TO THE URBANDICTIONARY.COM *

You love everything cute (kawaii), pink (pinku) and, well… everything!

From Animals to Candy, you love a heck of a lot of stuff! People call you strange because of your weird

obsession with everything, but who cares? It’s CUTE! People are often mocking you for your love of the Japanese

culture, and you’re always quick coming up with a comeback! Some might even say you’re a little mean…

As well as you being obsessed with Japan, you are an animal lover! Your dream is to start your own vet clinic!

You aren’t interested in romance, as you think it might slow down your pathway to success! When your not busy,

your writing fan fiction for Attack on Titan, Totoro, etc. And you love decorating cakes! They look so cute after!

Traits: Cat lover, Unflirty, Mean

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

Career: Retail Employee (Teen Job), (Own a business) Vet Clinic.

Rules:

~ Every Sunday have an 'anime marathon’ (Watch a movie or watch T.V) Or Manga marathon (Read)

~ Master the Writing, Veterinarian and Baking skills

~ Complete the Friend of The Animals aspiration and when completed write books about 'My Animal Journey’

~ Get married at Adult (or not at all, free choice) to a school friend.

~ Have 1 child.

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Generation 8 ~ Marigold (Orange) FINAL GENERATION!

You’ve had a perfect life, you were taught to be perfect, but not. You were taught to follow your dreams

and not to let anyone interfere, but you were also taught that family is the most important thing!

Everyone in your family was so… good! You had to make a change! You used to play astronauts with

your friends when you were little, so… why not be a REAL astronaut?! Its always been your dream to go to Sixam!

You are quite a lazy person. You can

be active and productive when you like, and other times… you can’t be bothered! You are a goofball, not an

ideal trait for someone who is in such a serious career, but, you were always told 'NOBODY"S PERFECT!’ and 'BE WHO YOU ARE!’

so why not?! You dislike children, even though your whole life you were taught that family is the most important thing!

Your goofball side often leads you to play mischevious pranks on friends, family and even strangers!

Traits- Lazy, Goofball, Hates Children

Aspiration- Cheif of Mischief

Career- Astronaut

Rules:

~ Must be mischevious whole life (i.e being a silly toddler, rambunctious scamp child and goofball teen-elder)

~ Must build a rocket ship and go to Sixam before Elder

~ Must complete Cheif of Mischief aspiration and Astronaut career.

~ Must get married but have no kids

~ Must complete Mischief, Rocket Science and Logic skills

#sims4 #ts4mm #simblr #floralchallenge #hopleyblush #thesims4

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schecret · 4 years ago

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8/5/21

Hi,

It’s been a while. I haven’t thought of you in so long since I found my way out of the woods. I learned so much while I was away. I freed myself from everything that was tying me down. The pandemic brought out the ugliest in people that I never expected from. I grew as an individual, made decisions on my own. Within one whole year, I’ve matured more than I have. I learned how to become independent all while working and going to school. I had been at the lowest point in my life just crying and being stuck. I revived myself.

Announcing the lockdown was scary. I remember he was going to come over and parents did not approve even though I had just saw him a couple days prior. The government said we would be in lockdown for two weeks. Two weeks. I can do that, I thought to myself. There are so many distractions, I can pick up hobbies. News flooded with lack of supplies following the chaos of the superstores. Masks were seen everywhere, hospitals were lacking supplies. All the while, we had no idea what was going on in the world. Wiping down delivered groceries was the move. Staying cooped up in the house was what had to be done. Everything was enclosed. Work was even put at a halt.

Weeks gone by and nothing changed. My routine was getting up in the morning, having breakfast, going to room until lunch going back to my room then dinner. There was no change and it was eating me up inside. Who knew that interactions outside of my home would have such an impact on my life? My mental health was diminishing. I cried every day. Meeting up with friends on Zoom was the biggest highlight of my day but to not hug someone or be face to face was a big deal. How are we supposed to react to one another and create a connection with an individual? My friends knew my parents were psychotic. There were so many things that didn’t make sense. Their logic wasn’t adding up. I could give them evidence on issues I felt would help my case but nothing. My dad was the dictator and we were just following his rules. Not even giving me a chance to do what I can. They wanted to hold me back on my life but I put my foot down. If they can’t improvise for me then I’m going to leave. I’m so thankful I have you in my life because this was my stepping stone to a better future.

I left, I packed my bags and left. I didn’t need that toxic environment. I didn’t need them. Thank you for providing me with a home. Thank you for what you did for me. One month is what my dad said and I could come back home. As long as things got better. So I held his word to that. My advanced classes began. I worked again. I had to work extra hard but I was happy. I had some normalcy in my life and didn’t get cooped up. Everything was going to smoothly until the month came by. I got my things ready and sent the text. I’ll be home tomorrow. The phone rang. It was my dad. I wasn’t allowed to come home. The numbers weren’t drastically better. We were still in this purple tier. Whatever that meant. We argued. My eyes were watering. There was a lot of back and forth yelling. The phone call ended and you walked in. I cried. They didn’t want me back. Now what was I going to do? I knew your mom didn’t want me there either. I had no comfort in a place to call home. So it was on to the next thing. I need to find a place to live.

Apartment shopping. Another big thing I didn’t expect to be doing at this time but I searched. I got my brother to come with. It was going to be a different chapter and I was so glad to have him aboard. I was so happy to find a place. I’ve been here almost a year now. I love coming home without any questions asked. I live so comfortably here but now there are other factors that are bothering me. It would have to be dedicated to another post but that’s my update. Unfortunately, I’m going to be moving back home. Not for my own enjoyment but because I have to. I don’t want to go back. I like the independence but I have no choice. What’s to come within the next few months? We’ll see. Hopefully more good than bad.

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crazy-grrrl-on-the-computer · 7 years ago

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I saw this Flight Rising meme by @curlicuecal and thought it looked fun, so I decided to fill it out~ I ended up making my own post instead of filling it out in a reblog because it felt easier for me to keep track of it, so hopefully that isn’t a problem. ;;v;;

0. Your FR name

WolfieGrrrl

1. Your progenitor

Sylph - My darling adorable custom clan leader~ She is a mess, but I love her so much. >v< I’ve talked about her on my blog before because I have a lot of feelings.

2. Your favorite recent purchase/birth

Radioactive bab - I always wanted a radioactive dragon, but I just never went into the Auction House to search for one myself, mostly because I knew I would be stuck there forever unable to make a choice because I love ALL THE DRAGONS. But then my friend Nardaviel sent this boy my way and he is better than I ever could have hoped for~ <3

Honorable mention goes to this sweet pastel floof

who will eventually become a sweet pastel eyeburner

because I FELL IN LOVE AT FIRST SCRY! He is only an honorable mention because he technically doesn’t count... on account of the fact that I picked him up for free from this gen1 thread because I have zero impulse control when it comes to pretty dragons, but I just wanted to show him off because I love him. ;;3;; <3

3. An unexpected fave

I... genuinely have no idea who to select for this. I don’t have any dragons that I never expected to love. I love all dragons instantly because all dragons are good dragons asdhklf I have never seen a dragon I didn’t love with all my heart. But aaaaaaaaaaaaah, how about a dragon I hatched and was surprised by how much I fell in love with their scry?

Logi - I just finished geneing this forest fire boy and I love him so much! Admittedly, his colors weren’t the most impressive compared to the gorgeous lemon girl I hatched before him, but I plopped him into the Scrying Workshop and fell for him because he is a beautiful wildfire prince and I’m gonna have to come up with some good lore to do him justice~ <3

Also, I feel like I should give an honorable mention to this stormy wind bug

because I was in a similar situation with him until I landed on this scry and I tried so hard not to fall in love with Wasp, but he looks so good and my poor dragon wallet is crying, but he’s worth it. ;;w;; It will probably take a year for me to gather enough gems to gene him fully... and I don’t care because I am determined to make this baby even more beautiful than he already is!

4. A fave you’ve had for a long time

Rosette - Rosette is best dragon - #1 best pastel flower mom and grandma whom I have also rambled about here before - and I have had her since my first day oh Flight Rising because my friend Solar, who told me about the open registration period and got me into the game, sent her (and a few others) as a welcome gift! Rosette is everyone’s favorite and, honestly, I am so glad because she deserves it~ <3

5. A fave you bred for/gened for/spent a long time trying to find

Epinard - I was breeding her parents and, when I was looking through their offspring preview, I saw this one beautiful petal baby and instantly knew I wanted that one... and then En and Atsushi only produced one egg and I hoped with all my might that I’d get that gene/color combo AND that the hatchling would be female. AND HALLELUJAH RNGESUS GRANTED MY PRAYERS I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE LUCKY TO HAVE HATCHED THE PERFECT CHILD. I will never be able to do better than her and I feel so proud! She is the dream baby~ >w<

6. Fave apparel/skin/dragon combo

Aurum - When she and her brother hatched, I joked that they looked like baby cows, which I thought was cute but apparently others thought was a declaration of how unbeautiful they were. XD Then, I happened across the Dalmation accent and previewed it on baby Aurum here and HOLY MOLY SHE IS SO GORGEOUS, so I spent a huge chunk of treasure to grab it off the Auction House for her. I really love how it looks with this elegant rose thorn princess ensemble (which is the perfect combination of her parents’ aesthetic, honestly)~ She is truly a golden child and still my precious baby moo-cow! >v<

Solat - My warrior girl needed a fitting look and eventually I settled on this one. I picked out this accent for her first shortly after I got her because I thought it looked cool with her aesthetic, and then the rest of her apparel and scars came later to give her a more hardened edge. I think she looks suitably badass, so I may keep her this way for a long while unless I come across another “perfect touch” to her outfit.

Caelus - This is another dragon Nardaviel let me take home to my lair (along with Carmenta below) and I love him very dearly, though I had trouble with his apparel for the longest time. I originally had a different accent on him that I really liked because it matched his tertiary gene/color so beautifully. But then I got my hands on the coat and knew he needed it for his look because it gave him exactly the vibe I was trying to express with his other meager apparel items... and when I realized I had this Forgotten Child skin, I previewed it on him out of curiosity and was blown away by how great it looked, although most of the design gets covered up by his coat. *sobs*

Carmenta - I will mention her again later, but I just REALLY love this Eclipse skin on her so much! Maybe I’m more of a sucker for pearly purple and red than I initially expected to be, but here I am asdhklf and I regret nothing because LOOK AT HER. I am amazed by how gorgeous the skin looks with the Pearly Chemistry set, but they match the highlights so well~ Her apparel is sparse, but it really works for her, especially where the skin doesn’t cover and I find it extremely aesthetically pleasing.

7. Fave “lore”

Akihiko and Haruhiko - I have a certain attachment to all of the lore I write for my babies, but these two are forever going to be at the top of the list of favorites for me (right there with their adoptive parents/family) because of how many feels they give me every time I think about them. ;;w;; <3

8. Ugliest dragon you’ve owned/seen/bred (can also be a fave)

Vesta, Sulfur, Ignit - I’ve been told they're “ugly” and it’s true they didn’t turn out the way I had hoped, but I think they’re cuties! I’m thinking of getting them some accents to pretty them up a bit more~ I’m eyeballing a Glitterbelly accent for Sulfur because it would look so gorgeous on her and give her more of a golden look I had been hoping for! And I’m thinking Black Iron Creeper would look badass on one of the boys, but... one thing at a time. I already have so many projects. ^^’

9. A fave dragon that made you change your mind about a gene/color/etc

Carmenta - Once again just like I said! This time, it’s because she changed my mind about Crackle, so I removed her skin and apparel to show that more clearly. It’s not that I particularly hated the gene before either. I just thought it looked really silly and Too Much, but holy heck is it gorgeous with certain color combos and she really works it! It’s rather fitting that it was Nardaviel who gifted me this beauty because we had actually been talking about Crackle very shortly before she offered to let me grab some dragons from her lair... and I was instantly drawn to this crimson goddess.

10. Dream dragon, something you’re breeding/shopping for, or something else on your wishlist!

I have a mighty need for this Radioactive Toxic punk boy in my life! ;;v;; I can’t do breeding projects for multiple reasons (mostly lack of time and patience), so I’m just hoping to hunt down a male Imp with these colors - Orca/Radioactive/Obsidian - to gene up later. For now, I just have my thread open in the Find A Dragon forum and I’m patrolling the Auction House, but if I don’t get a hit at some point, I’ll just send in an application to a dream dragon thread I discovered and hope they can help me. ^^

#Flight Rising #boueibu #tag I'm it #random thought #Clan Haven #I hope it isn't a problem that I made a separate post but it was really long and it felt more concise like this ;;w;;#anyway this was a fun meme! I enjoyed it~ I need to do more like this #because I always love more opportunities to talk an ear or two off about my dragon babies ;;w;;#also for anyone in the Boueibu tag who's confused by my random dragon insertions #some of these are Boueibu fandragons... or specifically the children of those dragons which therefore makes them Boueibu OCs ^^'#feel free to ignore my posts unless you're interested in this dragon AU I guess?

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jiminnamoro · 8 years ago

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growing dandelions wonho/minhyuk, pg, fluff, angst

minhyuk doesn’t know what looks weirder- that single dandelion rising from a bunch of primroses or the fact that he’s literally stuffing his pockets with little flowers in the middle of the day.

A/N: dudes i gotta beta this but. i’ll come back and fix it later i just really wanna post this

i. When life gives you lemons, bake lemon madeleines. Minhyuk realizes it’s not winter anymore when his eyes land on a bunch of pale yellow primroses rising from a cracked sidewalk, right next to the bus stop. He can’t see much from the windowsill where he put a chocolate pie to cool off but they look pretty indeed, and for a second he’s tempted to go out and grab a few- they would suit those ginger cupcakes he made yesterday, or the cranberry tart Kihyun baked this morning. Spring always tastes like flowers, so colourful and so sweet, and Minhyuk believes that anything he bakes tastes a little better too, but maybe it’s just a silly thought of his. Recipes don’t change like seasons do, two cups of sugar remain two cups of sugar and honey is just honey, but Minhyuk doesn’t want to change his mind. Kihyun doesn’t care much about it- if a small bouquet of daisies and the warm air of April help them sell more and faster, why would he complain about it? More money equals buying the best ingredients on the market, repairing the same old oven they have been using since Middle Age and paying that annoying rent that gives him nightmares every first day of the month. Minhyuk doesn’t think he’s a great baker, not like Kihyun at least. He doesn’t own hundreds of books about French Patisserie or has ever attended a cooking class in his entire life, but he guesses he’s good enough. He surely enjoys his job, and it doesn’t matter if his cookies always come out burnt or ugly- every child is the most beautiful one to their mother, in the end. His fingers are skilled when it comes to kneading doughs and bread, maybe because they’re long and thin, or perhaps because that evil machine is broken 24/7 so he doesn’t have a choice but to use his hands. That’s a detail, anyway. Kihyun let him decorate a wedding cake once, a few years ago. Minhyuk remembers it clearly- it was round and heavy, lots of layers and lots of buttercream, a few roses made of purple fondant here and there and a glittery ribbon tied at the base. It was nothing exciting but it was pretty, and most importantly it was Minhyuk’s first wedding cake, so it wasn’t really his fault if a couple of happy teardrops stained his flour-stained cheeks once the soon-to-be groom dropped by to pick it up. Spring, anyway, doesn’t just taste like flowers- sometimes it tastes like dark chocolate and peppermint, some other times it tastes like orange zests and vanilla, in the morning it tastes like peanut butter and bananas, in the evening it tastes like cinnamon and anise, while on weekends it tastes like sour cherries and almonds. Minhyuk listens as his hand breaks egg after egg- one, three, seven, ten. He can clearly hear that weird familiar noise that Jooheon’s van makes, and Minhyuk doesn’t even have to imagine what’s inside. He knows he brought lemons, probably tons of them, and apples, those green apples that no one apparently likes apart from Kihyun, those green apples that taste like nothing and yet they end up in every sweet on the counter, those green apples that seem to multiply themselves day by day just to annoy the hell out of Minhyuk. He most likely brought sunflower seeds as well, since his father owns a few fields near their village. “Can you guys believe it’s spring already? Christmas was literally yesterday!” Jooheon exclaims while walking in the kitchen, a box three sizes bigger than himself held safe and sound in his arms and a snapback with a sunflower drawn on it hanging from his belt. Kihyun makes the ugliest noise in the world, head and torso lost in the oven because his arms are too short and damn it he can never reach for anything. Minhyuk lightly pats Jooheon’s trembling shoulder and reassures him that no, their oven doesn’t talk. “Don’t mention Christmas around Kihyun, he gets war flashbacks” Minhyuk eventually explains, hands digging in the box to see what they could make with the fruit Jooheon brought. There are lemons, green apples, fresh basil, mint, cherries, mangoes and obviously sunflower seeds- he places everything back in the box and grabs his wallet, handing Jooheon a few dollars. “So what happened on Christmas?” Jooheon whispers dangerously, tucking his bright red wallet into his back pocket. Kihyun groans twice as loud as before- Minhyuk doesn’t want to say he fears for Jooheon’s safety but he kinda does, so he grabs Jooheon’s forearm and drags him outside the bakery. He doesn’t want to deal with flying baking trays again, because it happened, and it wasn’t cute. “We baked seventy-two chocolate cakes,” Minhyuk sighs as he rests his back against the brick wall, “we didn’t sleep, or eat, or anything, there was so much cocoa powder everywhere” he says, lightly shaking his head. Jooheon listens as Minhyuk talks about how much time they wasted cleaning the kitchen, about how Kihyun almost chopped his hand off, about how many tears they shed as soon as the winter holidays finally ended. They also talk about how pretty the fairy lights looked on New Year’s Eve, and how colorful the fireworks were- Jooheon stops Minhyuk as soon as he takes a glance at his wrist watch. He says he gotta go, he’s late for delivery and if he doesn’t literally fly at home his dad is gonna sell him instead of sunflower seeds. Minhyuk is definitely confused but he waves anyway, eyes following Jooheon’s white van until it disappears in the traffic. He’s not really surprised- Jooheon has always been like this, always in a hurry, always running around, always leaving a few sunflower seeds behind him. Minhyuk sees them too, right where he used to stand right next to him. He wonders if he keeps some in his pocket and if that pocket has holes in it, which would be adorable- more or less like the same primroses he saw earlier, the ones silently bathing in sunlight next to the bus stop. Now that Minhyuk can see them closer and better, he’s pretty sure they would look stunning among the glazed donuts they usually bake on Saturday. He picks a few at first, the most colourful and beautiful ones, but eventually he ends up collecting hundreds as his feet take him right on the other side of the road, where a dandelion greets him with its pale white petals and its emerald stem. Minhyuk doesn’t know what looks weirder- that single dandelion rising from a bunch of primroses or the fact that he’s literally stuffing his pockets with little flowers in the middle of the day. He’s about to cross the road once more, cheeks flaming red and that dandelion still in his hands, when he sees him- a lovely mess of lilac hair strands falling on his eyes and a bouquet made of roses and azaleas resting in his arms. Minhyuk doesn’t have to look at the green sign spelling ‘shin’s flower shop’ right above his head to guess that he must be a florist. The fact that he’s wearing a very ugly green apron tied around his waist and that there’s probably more dirt on his cheeks than in a vase says a lot, but Minhyuk stares and he stares back, and it’s a miracle if Minhyuk doesn’t get hit by a car in the meantime. Minhyuk bets he looks hideous right now, jam stains on his pants and at least a meter of black hair hair roots greeting the world, so he unconsciously tries to straigthen the fabric of his clothes with clumsy fingers as an amused smile starts to appear on the florist’s cherry lips. Nothing else happens, apart from him almost dying of a heart attack because of a car honking- he can still hear the florist’s light laugh echoing in his ears as he pushes the bakery door, breath stuck in his throat and knees made of jelly. Kihyun is still inside the oven when Minhyuk comes back, cleaning and brushing and cleaning and brushing, so the latter silently gets back to work. It’s not really his fault if his eyes shyly wander towards the flower shop, and it’s also not his fault if he stares at the florist some more while he’s kneading a massive piece of dough. The rest of the day feels like a blur, mostly because they spend an eternity cleaning the kitchen and the counter and the floor and the sidewalk and the walls and the windows and basically any flat surface Kihyun can spray detergent on. It’s slow and boring but it has to be done, so sometimes one of them puts on some music, a mix of 90’s songs and anime openings, and Kihyun never fails to mention that he totally was a singer in his past life or will be in his next (and Minhyuk finds himself agreeing every single time, mostly because he doesn’t want to get hit by whatever is in his boss’ hands). The bakery closes earlier than usual on Saturday, which is fantastic because this past week has been so busy that Minhyuk thinks his back is slowly turning into wood. He folds his apron with care, stuffing it deep down his bag along with his jacket and trousers. Kihyun does the same right after him, short fingers running through his pinkish hair in a poor attempt to style it and his car keys already resting on the counter. “Do you need a ride?” Kihyun asks after tossing his bag on the back seat. Minhyuk really likes Kihyun’s car- maybe because it’s black and expensive, or maybe because it’s cleaner than a hospital room, or perhaps because it always smells like candy and something else he can quite recall, but he ends up refusing anyway. They part ways when the sun is slowly starting to set, showering their skin with beautiful shades of orange and violet. Minhyuk shoves his hands in the pockets of his washed out jeans and starts walking towards the subway, soft shivers running down his spine as the chilly wind dances through his hair. He doesn’t want to think about what happened early- about how ridiculous he looked with primroses all over himself, about how he literally sprinted away without even saying hi, about how he almost dropped the dough on the floor when he was too busy staring at the flower shop through the window. He doesn’t even want to think about how ugly the tiramisù he made turned out, or even how silly he’s being by choosing another path just to avoid seeing the florist again, which turns out to be useless because life just doesn’t like Minhyuk and now he’s right in front of him- with the same lilac hair falling on his eyes and his ugly green apron, carrying a few vases back inside the shop. Minhyuk mentally slaps himself for not looking at the right street and basically ending up choosing the same old way he always chooses, but it’s probably too late to run to the other side of the road (again) so he just swallows a gallon of saliva and keeps on walking like he’s totally knowing what he’s doing. Except maybe he’s not. “Ah, wait a second!” Because obviously, obviously, the pretty florist has to come out just in time to see Minhyuk almost hurrying his way to the corner of the street- but again, life just doesn’t like him. Minhyuk seriously wonders if running away might be too impolite, but by the time he makes up his mind, the florist is already standing by his side- soft smile on his pink lips, round glasses resting on top of his head and a golden name tag shining under the remaining sun rays. “I have something for you, follow me.” So Minhyuk does. He doesn’t know why, but he does. He’d like to ask if that’s how he tricks his customers into buying flowers they probably don’t need, but as soon as he steps inside the shop, a beautiful mess of colors and scents makes him feel dizzy for a second. He kinda understands why customers might take so long to choose- Minhyuk himself can’t stop looking around, can’t stop brushing his fingertips over petals of all shapes and colors, can’t stop wondering how much time it takes to take care of every single plant. Minhyuk is still admiring a flower crown when the florist calls him over the counter, glasses now on the bridge of his nose and fingers busy folding thin pieces of paper. “I saw you were picking primroses this morning, so I thought you’d like these as well” he says while gathering a bunch of tiny pansies and daisies, wrapping them in red paper and sealing everything with a brown stapler. Minhyuk later walks out of the flower shop with the little bouquet in his right hand, cheeks burning bright and eyes too embarrassed to look at nothing else than the dirty sidewalk. He thanks Hoseok with a deep bow and he bows back, wishing him a great evening. Minhyuk totally doesn’t stop right behind the corner to smell those colourful gems, and he totally doesn’t get a little jealous over the fact that Hoseok owns a name as pretty as he looks. Later that night, when the stars gather themselves around the moon and the bouquet stares at him from his desk, Minhyuk falls asleep and dreams of tall dandelions and soft, lilac hair. ii. When life gives you strawberries, make strawberry millefeuille. Spring is a wonderful season until it’s Monday morning and it seems like it’s November all over again, with heavy raindrops hitting the street and thick grey clouds dancing in the sky. Minhyuk enters the coffee shop when it’s barely six am and his hair is already dripping wet, creating ugly stains on his light blue sweater- his favorite light blue sweater, too. He orders a cappuccino with extra sugar and extra milk and extra foam, not really caring if that’s gonna give him cavities because cavities are surely better than falling asleep on a custard pie and then shielding himself from Kihyun’s wrath with a lid. He plops down at the same table he chooses every morning, with the same menu resting on top and the same pieces of gum stuck underneath it. The shop itself isn’t pretty or fancy but it’s cozy and it feels like home, so Minhyuk doesn’t really mind if his cappuccino looks a little ugly- he knows it tastes good, and also looks aren’t everything in life, which is funny because his fingers fly to his hair to comb it as soon as he sees Hoseok’s little purple head at the counter. Hoseok sees him too and grins, latte held between his fingers and white hoodie completely dry. He hands a few coins to the barista and a second later he’s sitting right in front of Minhyuk, who’s still casually trying to hide himself behind the menu. “Good morning” Hoseok says with his stupid voice and his stupid face, fingers gently pulling the menu down. Minhyuk greets him with a small nod, the smallest nod in the world, because up close Hoseok looks like one of those paintings that are just too beautiful to be real so you just kinda stare- and Minhyuk would love to stare but staring would be impolite, so he tries to focus on his cappuccino instead. Hoseok doesn’t talk much but he’s friendly, if that makes sense. He rambles about the weather, about the flower shop, about the spring festival that everyone is so hyped about. The village is tiny and old, everyone knows everyone, so festivals are always a big deal- and a lot of work, since decorations don’t make themselves and food just doesn’t appear like magic, but spending time together is always heartwarming after all. Minhyuk realizes he has been doing nothing but looking at Hoseok for the whole time and now his cappuccino is frozen, which might be okay in summer but not today, so he just sets it aside and mentally bids goodbye to his only breakfast. “You don’t have an umbrella, do you?” Hoseok asks out of the blue, eyes looking at the small lake that Minhyuk’s wet hair slowly created on the table. “When I went out it wasn’t raining yet” Minhyuk explains shyly, trying to dry the wooden surface with a few disposable tissues. Hoseok simply nods quietly, standing up to throw his empty cup away. They both stand on the doorstep when the first thunder echoes in the sky, making Minhyuk flinch for a second- but then Hoseok opens his umbrella and holds it above them, not really caring about personal space. “Let’s go?” And that’s how Minhyuk ends up in front of the bakery with his hair a little bit drier and his heart a little warmer, his cheeks a bit redder and his soul a little bit happier. “So who’s that?” Kihyun inquires after they both wave at each other and Hoseok is about to disappear inside the flower shop. Minhyuk replies that he’s a friend- he doesn’t tell Kihyun that he literally met Hoseok the day before, that he felt something in his stomach when their fingers accidentally brushed against each other, that if he tries hard enough he can still smell his cologne, that the hamsters in his head slip into a coma everytime he sees him. Because that would be silly, Hoseok is just a friend- hell, he’s just an acquaintance. That evening, when the sky is clear and water puddles decorate sidewalks like polka dots, Minhyuk musters up the crumbles of courage he has left and steps inside the flower shop. Hoseok is standing next to an old lady, chatting about carnations and orchids, pointing at flower wreaths. She buys one of those, the biggest one, made of white roses and golden ribbons. She says she’ll surely come back, maybe with his daughter this time, and Hoseok spots Minhyuk right after she leaves. They don’t talk at first, and it’s weird how silence between them never seems to be embarrassing. Hoseok’s hands look rough, but they are gentle as they cut and trim and fold; Minhyuk wonders if he’s running too fast- he wonders if this is love at first sight, because maybe he’s in love for real, and everything suddenly feels silly and wrong for all the right reasons. He wonders if perhaps he’s getting sick, or maybe he should blame those flowers, even though he’s smart enough to understand that he should only blame himself. “Thanks for this morning” Minhyuk mumbles at some point, thoughts loud in his head and gaze dancing among a colourful bunch of tulips. Hoseok simply shrugs as his hand picks a sunflower from a vase near the geraniums, cutting its stem with a pair of scissors and then wrapping it in soft golden paper. Later, when Minhyuk stares at the sunflower on his kitchen table, he decides that Mondays aren’t so bad, even if they consist of storms and tasteless, frozen coffee. iii. When life gives you apricots, bake apricot croissants. Time sure runs fast when you develop feelings for someone who literally only knows your name and a few other details, like how much sugar you put in your cappuccino or your favorite milkshake flavour. It’s weird how their friendship started, but now Hoseok waits for him every single morning, right next to the old bus stop where they first met; they have breakfast together if they have enough time to actually sit down and chat for a few minutes, which happens rarely but still happens, and Minhyuk swears he’s the luckiest person in the world when Hoseok greets him at six am with his sleepy eyes and his sleepy voice. Minhyuk learns quickly that Hoseok likes his coffee sweet and borderline nauseating like a cake with too much whipped cream on top, which is just a detail on the list of reasons that makes him fall for him a little more everyday. On good days Minhyuk brings pieces of treats they didn’t sell the day before, mostly slices of apple pie and crunchy raisin cookies, and they eat them while sitting on the doorstep of the flower shop- icing sugar all around their lips and crumbles gathering in their laps. But it feels nice, and Hoseok always steals bits of Minhyuk’s treats in the end (because they taste like heaven, he says). They sometimes go to the local market on Sundays as well, if Minhyuk isn’t rotting in bed after a week spent baking and cleaning and baking and cleaning. Hoseok has a soft spot for fabrics and shiny pieces of paper and decorations and glitter and basically anything that he could use to make pretty bouquets and flower crowns- Minhyuk admires how his hands can give birth to such little masterpieces, and Hoseok always replies that his dad taught him all the secrets and tricks, and he does that with a smile so tender that makes Minhyuk want to melt on the spot. Minhyuk often buys spices and special kinds of flour, the ones Kihyun asks him to get, and Hoseok fills the silence with so many questions about cakes and baking in general that Minhyuk wonders if his throat will hurt by the time they part ways (but he ends up explaining everything he knows, which isn’t much but it’s enough, and it’s funny how his eyes keep trying to avoid Hoseok’s soft gaze- because it’s embarrassing, and those butterflies in his stomach make him want to throw up). A month isn’t much, but at some point it feels like they have known each other in their past lives too, and Minhyuk finds himself staring at the piece of fondant he’s moulding with scared, unfocused eyes. He asks himself if his feelings are valid- if he’s allowed to like Hoseok, if he’s not a weirdo, if this whole mess will tear their friendship apart. He asks himself if he’s being obvious or if he’s being dense, he asks himself if maybe he should start taking a few steps back, and his thoughts are so loud in his head that he wastes the entire night just staring at the ceiling. It’s the beginning of June when they accidentally meet at the laundromat next to the coffee shop. Minhyuk wishes he had chosen a better outfit instead of his pajama pants and a silly Iron Man sweatshirt, but his whole wardrobe is inside his bag and those were the last clean things his hand could grab, which feels pretty pathetic but that’s also a part of being an adult. Hoseok’s smile is as big as the moon and as bright as the sun, and Minhyuk starts to suspect his meals must consist of stars and stardust, but his eyes land on his bare arms and he can literally feel the first butterfly flying its way to his throat. Hoseok says he has to wash his green aprons and a few pair of jeans because dirt is worse than dust- it gets everywhere, and Minhyuk agrees, since he knows a thing or two about stained clothes. “It’s weird,” Hoseok mumbles while looking inside his paper bag, “I ordered a vanilla milkshake but they gave me two.” Minhyuk is folding his third t-shirt with so much anxiety that his fingers are about to turn it into confetti. “You don’t happen to like vanilla milkshake, do you?” There’s something in Hoseok’s voice that doesn’t feel quite sincere- but Minhyuk would kill for a vanilla milkshake, so he tries not to sound like a maniac when he replies that he absolutely adores it with every little cell of his body (even the dead ones). “You’re kidding?! What a crazy, random happenstance!” Hoseok exclaims while handing it to him, the tip of his ears slightly red and a proud smirk painted on his oh so pretty lips. That’s how they spend their Saturday night- sipping vanilla milkshakes at a laundromat, nostrils filled with a warm scent of fabric softener and a familiar noise echoing in the room. It’s not fancy or romantic but it’s not a date either, so it’s okay if they just end up talking about work and that spring festival and how ugly the posters on the wall look and about how fun could it would be if an ufo suddenly crashed on Earth. Minhyuk doesn’t want to get his hopes up but that’s hard, especially when Hoseok accompanies him home and it inevitably feels like a real date, with them sitting on a bench nearby because neither of them wants the night to end just yet. It’s two am when Minhyuk throws his house keys on the kitchen table and lets himself fall on the sofa, cheeks burning red and hair defying gravity. He runs his fingertips on the soft white narcissus Hoseok stole for him from someone’s private garden and sighs- that night he falls asleep like that, still dressed up and still holding his flower, and he dreams of bright pink peonies and warm, brown eyes. iv. When life gives you cherries, bake cherry tarts. June doesn’t start well. It starts with Kihyun aggressively spraying detergent on the marble table, lips pressed into a thin line and dark circles blacker than charcoal. It starts with hot, pouring rain, that kind of rain that makes your hair frizzy and your clothes humid. It starts with a sparkly beige envelope resting on the counter, a thick elegant card that Minhyuk reads it over and over and over until Kihyun gets so frustrated that sprays detergent on it as well. “I cannot believe my sister is getting marred” Kihyun’s lisp sounds angry and loud as he presses his beloved detergent to his chest. Minhyuk watches as his boss storms into the kitchen for the third time in a minute and follows him, eyes staring at hundreds of cake magazines scattered all over the floor. There are handwritten notes, drawings, diagrams- everything looks like a mess and Kihyun looks like one as well, with his mismatched uniform and a faint shadow of moustache decorating his face. He most likely didn’t get any sleep, drank coffee like water and skipped meals just to plan the whole cake- but he’s trying to stay positive, he loves his sister to death and he wants only the nicest things in the world for her, even if he hasn’t seen her in months (and the fact that she decided to get married in a tiny old village no one gives a fuck about is quite weird, but Minhyuk doesn’t ask and Kihyun is silently thankful for that). June doesn’t start well. Even though Hoseok often drops by to say hi at the end of the day, Minhyuk feels bad for not seeing him as often as he normally does- they don’t get breakfast anymore in the morning, since Minhyuk starts working earlier than usual; they don’t go on random little dates, the ones in which Hoseok’s fingers always find their way to touch Minhyuk ones, because Minhyuk is busy trying not to have a mental breakdown as customers’ orders multiply themselves day by day; they don’t go to the local market or waste their nights waking around empty hallways, but Hoseok says it’s okay, they will have plenty of time to catch up once the wedding is over. He brings flowers every single day, the ones he says remind him of Minhyuk the most, and it’s heartwarming how they look so soft and gracious. He brings white lilacs at first- their scent is so strong that it fills up the whole bakery. He brings moonflowers and gardenias, daisies and carnations, roses and plumerias, and then leaves with whatever sweet treat Minhyuk offers him. Sometimes it’s a slice of melon cheesecake, sometimes it’s a bunch of cookies covered in white chocolate and mint, and some other times it’s a muffin filled with maple syrup and pecans. When Kihyun finally notices how the bakery is slowly transforming itself into a garden and asks for some kind of explanations, Minhyuk just brushes it off by saying that Hoseok is just a very affectionate friend who has lots of love to give, and Kihyun’s eyes roll back so hard they almost get stuck. How could someone like him even feel the same way Minhyuk feels? He deserve so much more- not just a clumsy baker with questionable fashion choices and a few coins in his pockets. “Minhyuk, are you being serious? Do you give flowers to all your friends?” Kihyun’s words sound gentle and stern at the same time, but Minhyuk’s reply never comes. He keeps filling little tarts with a bunch of custard he just made, lower lip squeezed between his teeth and that funny feeling in his stomach slowly torturing him. He can’t remember the last time someone accepted his feelings because that never happened, not even in high school, and somehow it sounds too good to be true. Hoseok liking him, thinking about him everyday, comparing him to such pretty flowers- it’s just unrealistic. They drop that topic when the clock hits nine thirty and the bakery is finally ready to close. The sky is beautifully painted by dark shades of blue and violet, that kind of violet that reminds Minhyuk of those pansies Hoseok gave him when they first met. That evening Hoseok isn’t waiting for him- it’s way too late, but he leaves a bouquet of white tulips on the bakery’s doormat and Minhyuk feels his heart melt a little more as he picks it up. He goes home with his head heavy and his heart heavier, and he dreams of pale pink hibiscus and puffy, warm lips. v. When life gives you persimmons, make persimmon cheesecake. The evening before the big day, when Kihyun is busy angrily ironing his suit at home and the first stars start decorating the velvet sky, Minhyuk finds himself still face to face with the wedding cake, pieces of dusty pink fondant in his hands and a cup of hot coffee nearby. He thinks about Hoseok- like he has been doing for days, weeks, months, and carefully dips his paintbrush in a droplet of water to attach the flower to the base of the cake. His hair is still a mess, half black and half dyed, and his cheeks are stained with food colouring, but it’s late and the bakery is closed to the public, so why should he care? He’s cleaning his fingers with the hem of his apron when he gets a text from Hoseok, which is just an invite for a walk outside. He replies that it’s okay, he’s done anyway, but he doesn’t write that he would have accepted no matter what, even if the cake was half baked. Hoseok has a pale gardenia in his hands when they meet twenty minutes later. There’s a playground near that neighbourhood, and even though the air feels humid and smells like rain, they both decide to walk towards it. Minhyuk sighs, limbs heavy as the iron chains of the swing he’s sitting on keep screeching. Hoseok is sitting right next to him, lilac hair covered by a black snapback and a soft yet understanding smile painted on his face. He listens as Minhyuk talks about how he ruined two whole litres of cream because he whipped it for too long and it became butter, about how angry Kihyun got when he accidentally forgot a bunch of cookies in the oven, about how stressed he is because of his poorly styled hair. “If you want, I can dye it for you” Hoseok casually proposes as he wraps a blade of grass around his index finger. Minhyuk has tried to imagine how it would feel, to have Hoseok’s fingers buried deep through his hair- but now that he’s sitting cross legged on his bathroom floor, eyes not daring looking up from those shiny baby blue tiles and heart beating furiously in his chest, he wonders if maybe he should have declined his offer. When the clock hits midnight and he comes back home, Minhyuk lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He places the gardenia on his desk, right next to a bunch of other flowers, and tucks a strand of jet black hair behind his ear. That night, when Minhyuk’s nostrils are still filled with the smell of dye and Hoseok’s sweet cologne, he falls asleep and dreams of a warm breath hitting the back of his neck and kind, gentle fingers dancing in his hair. vi. When life gives you peaches, bake peach crostata. The next time Minhyuk finds himself in Hoseok’s small but comfortable flat, he’s sprawled on the bed- hair sticking to his forehead and thumb scrolling down his Facebook profile, sunlight creeping through thin orange curtains and the smell of coffee lingering in the air. Hoseok is right next to him, busy reading some kind of magazine with a bunch of plants on its cover, glasses on the tip of his nose and fingertips covered by tiny little bandaids. Hoseok laughs when Minhyuk complains about it being a long week, even though it’s a sunny Tuesday evening and they both have a hard weekend waiting for them. Eventually Hoseok starts chatting about this new amazing and wonderful magazine that he bought yesterday morning before opening the shop, which is just a guide to growing exotic flowers with some free seeds in it, and then Minhyuk talks about how much he wants to visit the seaside in August because he really needs a vacation, and they keep chatting and chatting and chatting until the coffee gets cold. “So did you meet anyone interesting at the wedding?” Hoseok casually asks, taking a sip from his Captain America mug. Minhyuk stares at his own relationship status on his profile before shaking his head negatively, expecting Hoseok to burst out laughing at any moment. He did meet some nice guys, one of them being Jooheon’s best friend, Hyunwoo- his shoulders were broad and his skin was gently kissed by the sun, his eyes were warmer than a bonfire and his voice was tender, but he wasn’t Hoseok- no one could be Hoseok. They spend the rest of the evening sharing a cup of ramen, one of the many cheap cups of ramen that live inside one of Hoseok’s cabinets, and when Minhyuk gathers his stuff to go home, Hoseok says goodbye with a baby blue iris. That night, after Minhyuk places his flower on the bedside table, he sends Hoseok a text- and then another one, and another one, and four more. [10:23] to: hoseok :^) i rlly like the flower. have a wonderful night and sweet dreams xx [10:25] to: hoseok :^) lets grab breakfast tmrw morning. my treat [10:25] to: hoseok :^) also. im kinda glad i didn’t find any1 interesting @ the wedding [10:28] to: hoseok :^) no 1 could b 2 anyway lol ur my #1 haha pls ignore that lol goodnight ily [10:29] to: hoseok :^) omfg forget that too [10:29] to: hoseok :^) wait no. i really lov you like [10:32] to: hoseok :^) anyway. GOODNIGHT 4 REAL this time [11:34] to: hoseok :^) i love you

Minhyuk spends the rest of the night staring at his ceiling, eyelids sticky with sleep and fingers playing with the hem of his bedsheets. He listens as his heart beats furiously in his chest, fast and loud like a rocket, until the sun slowly starts painting his room with its tender shades of orange and the phone screen lights up after hours of being still- and that’s when Minhyuk can finally fall asleep, cheeks warm and heart at peace. [05:45] from: hoseok :^) breakfast sounds amazing im starving alrEADY orz lets go to the golden fields this sunday [05:46] from: hoseok :^) also. im glad u didnt find any1 interesting @ the wedding. id be jealous [05:46] from: hoseok :^) ps. i love you too vii. When life gives you bananas, bake banana bread. The bakery is always quiet on Mondays. Summer sometimes seems to last forever, with its suffocating warmth and its bright colors, with its short nights and its never ending days. Minhyuk’s hair is getting long, black shiny bangs falling on his eyes, and he sighs as he wipes his sweaty forehead with the sleeve of his double-breasted jacket. The thought of getting a haircut always stays in the back of his head, but every month is just never the right month, and then there are priorities, and he’s always busy with work- and suddenly it’s winter and it’s freezing all over again. Kihyun is filling éclairs next to him, his trusty pastry bag squeezed in his right hand and a freshly ironed apron tied tightly around his waist. He asks about Hoseok- about their relationship, about why the hell they aren’t together yet, about the absurd quantity of roses that now decorate the counter. Minhyuk keeps kneading the dough he has been kneading since 2007, fingers stuck in a sticky mess of flour and eggs and mind busy not thinking about the butterflies in his tummy- he promises he’s gonna confess, not now but soon, and Kihyun walks away while shaking his head. Minhyuk is really planning his confession, though. Maybe he does stand a chance, he thinks as he walks towards the flower shop on a hot Saturday evening, a bag filled with little treats and his new shoes shining under the sunlight (they weren’t on sale so he was reluctant at first, but he was sure that Hoseok would have liked them, so Kihyun bought them for him since he kinda felt bad). “Wanna go somewhere?” Hoseok suggests after tucking the shop keys inside the pocket of his washed out jeans. Minhyuk just nods, trying to ignore the fact that Hoseok sounds anxious- sad, too. He doesn’t like this feeling, he doesn’t like it at all, and he likes it even less when Hoseok says he has news to tell. Hoseok talks slowly but his words are messy, unsure, trembling. They are sitting near the river when Minhyuk hears his heart slowly breaking, piece after piece, watching it drown into the river’s clear water. Hoseok’s hand gently cups Minhyuk’s cheek when he says he has to leave for a while. Minhyuk stops listening almost right away, already feeling the first butterfly in his stomach slowly dying. He assures him that it’s okay though, friendships don’t just end because of distance, and they could call or send texts and maybe video chat too, if they miss each other. “I had something to tell you, too” Minhyuk manages to mutter, not really sure if his confession was even worth it at this point. “I know.” Minhyuk realizes he’s crying only when Hoseok’s thumb gently wipes a teardrop away from his cheek, and he bets he probably looks silly with his red face and runny nose and trembling lips, but the next thing he knows is that Hoseok is holding him tight against his chest and suddenly everything hits him like a truck. Minhyuk cries, obviously. He cries until his throat is sore and his vision gets blurry. He feels safe in Hoseok’s arms- and the fact that he probably won’t feel like that for a long time makes him want to throw up. Hoseok kisses him for the first time when it’s dark and the river is quiet. Minhyuk’s fingers gently tangles themselves in his lilac hair, pulling and pulling and pulling like they are not close enough- and then it’s time to go, it’s midnight, and Minhyuk holds Hoseok’s hand until they are in front of his house. They have a few more days before Hoseok’s departure, and it’s alright if they just spend them doing nothing, simply enjoying each other’s company. Hoseok talks about his mother, his family, the reason he has to leave, and Minhyuk understands, he would have done the same for his parents. There’s a grateful smile on Hoseok’s lips, and Minhyuk feels a little less sad. On their last night together, Hoseok says goodbye with a single dandelion he picked near the sidewalk. It’s nothing special, but he promises he will be back soon, and Minhyuk begs him to kiss him again- so Hoseok does, and Minhyuk sheds bitter tears when he watches Hoseok’s back getting smaller and smaller. viii. When life gives you pineapples, bake pineapple bars. It’s hard at first, to live without someone’s presence. The clouds look a little greyer, the stars don’t shine much, nights feel restless, breakfast becomes tasteless- but then it becomes a routine, and things feel normal again. Both Minhyuk and Hoseok are busy with work, but they always find some time to call each other. Hoseok talks about his hometown, he says a lot of things changed since his parents got divorced, streets are wider and trees greener, and Minhyuk still complains about Kihyun being a clean freak. Their relationship might be young but it’s still beautiful, and every single time Hoseok says i love you, Minhyuk feels those damn butterflies just spinning in his stomach. Time flies when a relationship gets steady- calls get shorter, texts get fewer. On Christmas, two years after Hoseok’s departure, Hoseok sounds weird again- he says things are getting really well, work is wonderful, he missed home so much, and maybe, just maybe, he might decide to stay. Minhyuk sounds cheerful on the other line, he’s happy for his boyfriend, he only wants the best for him, but when the call ends Minhyuk feels his vision getting blurry again and he understands that he’s losing Hoseok. “He’ll come back” Kihyun assures Minhyuk after patting his shoulder, stains of cocoa powder all over his cheeks and apron. But Hoseok calls in February and he says he really wants to stay, even though he’s still not completely sure about it- and Minhyuk finds himself agreeing, as long as he’s happy. ix. When life gives you oranges, make orange parfait. Minhyuk finds himself staring at Hoseok’s old flower shop on his way to work. It’s been years and yet it still looks so damn pretty, with its white door and its soft beige doormat. He remembers Hoseok’s ugly green apron, and smiles to himself- it seemed a little too beautiful to be real. But he still leaves a little piece of cheesecake on the doormat, because maybe that will bring Hoseok back. x. When life gives you lemons, bake lemon madeleines. Minhyuk realizes it’s not winter anymore when his eyes land on a bunch of pale yellow primroses rising from a cracked sidewalk, right next to the bus stop. He can’t see much from the windowsill where he put a bunch of vanilla cookies to cool off but they look pretty indeed, and for a second he’s tempted to go out and grab a few- and he does, when Kihyun is too busy talking with Jooheon about those apples that he loves so much. March is a wonderful month for flowers, he finds himself thinking as he fills his pockets with tiny pretty flowers. There’s a weird dandelion growing among them, and Minhyuk picks that as well, because the more the better, right? “Ah, wait a second!” Minhyuk turns his head towards that voice, dandelion still held between his fingers. His eyes meet a beautiful mess of soft lilac hair, the same lilac hair he fell in love with two years ago- and that same old green apron, glasses on the tip of his nose and a bunch of red roses in his arms. He suddenly feels something weird in his stomach, and when Hoseok’s pink pouty lips turn into a smile, MInhyuk feels the first butterfly flying his way to his throat. “I have something for you, follow me.” And for the second time, Minhyuk does.

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Title: Stuck Together {1} “Where did we go? What did we do? I think we made something entirely new.” AO3 Word Count: 11,389 words Rating:T Relationship: M/M Chapter: 1/? Tags: Edward Elric/Envy, Edvy, Edward Elric, Envy, AU, Modern AU, fake boyfriends, slow burn Summary:Airports are the bane of his existence– arriving late, TSA, canceled flight, baggage claim, etc. It was just another Christmas for Ed. Just another day when he forget the time for his flight and arrived late, or at least would've been late unless the flight was previously canceled. This is how he reached this predicament of tripping and falling at a stunning man's feet. Notes: Hello! If the title of this chapter seems familiar, you’re right. It comes from the song Something Entirely New by Rebecca Sugar. I’ll be using lyrics from that song for upcoming chapters as well. Also, thank you so much Magnosaurus for beta-ing my fic! It means a lot to me. THANK YOU!! Enjoy!

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My thick soled boots pounded loudly on the sleek white tiles of the terminal floor as I weaved through the crowd of waiting passengers, my messenger bag and leather jacket bouncing against my body at each stride. So close! I zoomed around a group of people when I finally spotted my gate– E18. People surrounded the area around the sign and door. So I wasn’t late! Thank god! Just one more step… one more step onto my shoelace, sending me tumbling to the floor. THUMP!

“I made it!” I cheered still on the ground, ignoring the obvious glances and questioning looks from the crowd around me but what I didn’t expect was one to click their tongue at me and nudge me with their shoe.

“Get up. You are late. We all are.” The neon purple toe of the man’s sneaker poked at my side. “The floor is already dirty, even without an ant like you laying on it.”

“Eh? You callin’ me short?” I flashed a warning glare up in the man’s direction as I clambered onto my feet, straightening out my shirt before going back down to lace up my boots and tuck the jeans in.

A small chuckle came from the man. “I ain’t lying, just pointing out the truth.”

Rolling my eyes, I stood back up and looked at the man, and what I was met with was something I didn’t expect. The said man had an agitated look on his face. His sharp purple eyes matched his sneakers while his palm tree like green hair matched his… tight tank top, and a black cropped jacket stood out against the dark green. My eyes traced where his earbuds were feed up under the tank top; the top stuck to him perfectly, all the way down to his jeans where it was slightly bunched up by the blockage of his black belt. He looked kinda… good looking? In an odd way… wait what?

“A picture would last longer you know.” His snippy voice pulled me out of the trace. A blush instantly bounced up onto my cheeks at his words.

“N-no thank you.” I stuttered out. Shit shit shit! Not again! Last time I met a guy who was remotely hot (not saying that this guy is hot or anything… okay. I’m lying but that’s not my point) it turned into a mess in a quick few days. Roy was my ex’s name. We were together for a whole solid year, a year of happy smiles and kisses. I was about to move into a new apartment with him when I found him sucking a chick’s face off. A damn girl , yet he was dating me, a guy . After that, I had turned into a pile of crap. I skipped class, drank and even tried to hit it off with a few douchebags before I got over him.

The man smirked and shook his head. “Anyways. The flight was delayed for who knows how long. If you haven’t noticed, it’s pouring out and it’s snowing in Boston.” He stuck an earbud into his ear before I could reply and pressed the buttons on the earbuds, presumingly changing the song. I sighed as I watched him bend over and pick something off of the floor. “Hm? So your name is Edward Elric… pathetic.”

My wallet was tossed at me. Frowning, I noticed that a few of my things had fallen out of my pockets during the fall. Oops. I shoved everything into my bag and grimaced at my ticket; I had apparently crumpled it up when I had rushed during the TSA scanning, which explains why my boots were untied. “Well, what’s your name then? You got mine, so I should have yours.”

“I don’t hand my name out like candy, shrimp. I don’t need the whole world knowing it.” He huffed, fixing his backpack on his shoulder before wandering over to some empty seats farthest from the crowd of people demanding why they couldn’t leave for Boston now. He tossed his bag underneath the seat and flopped down. “Still following me?”

“Want do I need to do to get your name? And DON’T call me ‘shrimp’.” I put my hands on my hips in a definite manner to try and show that I hated being called that but that didn’t seem to work.

“Okay, shrimp . I guessing that you also want my number as well– seeing that you were staring at me for a minute and a half. Buy me something good to eat then we can talk. I’m starvin’.” The jerk stretched his arms out over his head before dropped down them into his lap while he crossed legs. A slick smirk appeared on his lips, it oddly made my heart flutter like a school girl’s would.

“Fine!” I pushed my golden hair out of my face as I started my quest to find this guy– no, I’ll call him Palm Tree because of his hair– a decent meal.

After looking around for a cheap but decent place to get food, I found Starbucks. Palm Tree must like Starbucks right? I cringed at the mile long line before stepping into it.

The ten minute wait soon ended and I bounced up to the counter. “Uh. Hi. Can I have a regular latte– cream and sugar–,” Hopefully Palm Tree will like the coffee. I don’t know his preference. After scanning the menu, I spotted my slice of heaven. Hot Cocoa and Chocolate Chunk Muffins. I don’t usually take pride in this but I’m a major chocoholic. “a large hot chocolate and two of those chocolate muffins.” I rambled off to the clerk without bothering to even look at them as I gave them my credit card; I was too obsessed with the thought of getting this hot guy's– not hot! Just a stinking palm tree– name.

Once I got the coffee and muffins, and after juggling the items for a minute, I managed to get back to Palm Tree without spilling either drink. “Hey. I’m back.” I announced as I stood in front of the guy. Palm Tree didn’t look up from his phone so I tried again. “Hey! I got you a coffee!”

No response.

So I kicked him, which turned out not to be a good idea. Due to not being able to keep my balance while kicking him and carrying the coffee and muffins, I ended up falling (once again) at this guy’s feet. Luckily, Palm Tree came out of his phone induced trance to catch a muffin and his coffee in the air. I, myself, managed to keep a hand on my hot chocolate but my poor beautiful muffin met its demise on the floor, chocolate chip side down.

Palm Tree laughed at my pain as I picked up my poor muffin. I sat down in the seat next to him and started to nibble on my muffin. “I hope you don’t mind the coffee choice, I didn’t know what you liked.”

“It’s fine.” He hummed and sipped at the coffee before unwrapping the Christmas themed paper from the muffin and taking a bite. “Although I was expecting a meal more than just a muffin.”

“I wasn’t hungry so I didn’t think of that. Sorry.” I mumbled into my muffin, nibbling off the chocolate chunks before the muffin part. I looked up to see Palm Tree laughing and grinned at me. “What?”

“Wow. You’re precise with your muffins eating skills.” He chuckled, his hand over his mouth to stop from laughing too hard.

“Oh come on. It’s not that funny– what’s your name?”

“Envy Alister, the man who eats muffins normally.” He stifled his laughs until they turned into light giggles.

I looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Envy? Isn’t that one of the seven deadly sins?” I hissed under my breath, normally you wouldn’t speak of these things out in public.

The grin vanished from his face at the hiss. “That’s exactly why I don’t hand my name out like candy. People ask questions. Will it make you feel better if I had a different name?” Envy brushed a loose strand of hair out of his face, huffing and sliding down into his seat more.

I quickly shook my head. The name was oddly appealing, it was strange yet interesting. Fuck it if his name is Envy, one of the ugliest sins, I liked it! “No! Envy is good.” A smile crawled up onto my face. “It's… cool.”

“Cool? Cool is what you think it is?! I think it’s a damn liability to carry such a name. You would be surprised how many speeches I get a day about how evil I am.” Envy angrily ate his muffin. I felt guilty for giving that poor chocolate chip muffin to him, the muffin doesn’t deserve to be eaten so harshly.

“S-sorry. I didn’t mean to anger you.” I mumbled, looking away. I really didn’t mean to upset him. I just thought the name was cool and unique, unlike my common boring one.

Envy just rolled his eyes and finished off his muffin before taking a sip of his coffee. “It’s fine.” He muttered into the cup.

I relaxed, relieved, and pulled my phone out of my pocket when it buzzed. “So… Why are you going to Boston?” I said, trying to make easy conversation. A message from Alphonse popped up on the screen.

Envy flicked out an earbud when he realized that I wanted to talk. “Family. They wanted me to go up there to help host a business Christmas ball or whatever.”

“Your family is rich?” I asked innocently, it makes sense; typically where you hear about fancy balls, it’s usually it’s hosted by rich families or businesses.

Envy raised an eyebrow at me. “Is that what’s you’re interested in? How rich I am?”

“N-no! I was just wondering.”

He shrugged with a light chuckle at my apology. “Yeah, my parents are. I went to college down here in Dallas to get away from them. Is that why you’re in Dallas too, shrimp?”

I bit my tongue from telling him off for calling me that so I answered. “No. I promised my brother I would go to the college I wanted to go to so I just chose a random art college and went there.”

“The Art Institute of Dallas?”

“How did you know?!” I exclaimed which received a few looks but I could care less.

“I go there too, for graphic design mostly.” Envy smirked at my enthusiasm.

“I go for photography.” I piped up but he seemed to ignore that when he asked. “Is that your brother there?” I followed Envy’s finger down where it was pointing at my phone screen.

“Huh?” I glanced down at the message I had opened but never actually looked at because Envy distracted him.

Al:

Envy smirked and sat back in his seat. “Ha! I can tell, you practically flew across the whole airport trying not to be late– then end up being late– to a cancelled flight.”

I shot a soft glare at him. “Last time I wanted to go up to them I was late for… reasons… and Al gave me hell for it.” The last time he had went to go up was when he was having trouble coping with Roy cheating and bad memories had resurfaced.

“Call him.”

“Huh?”

“He is your brother, is he not? Can’t he just come down here?” Envy asked, pulling off his black headband, letting his hair fall in front of his face for a moment before taking the hair tie off of his wrist. I knew it wasn’t the best moment to stop and stare while we were talking about my brother but wow, he’s beautiful. The dyed hair drifted in his face in long beautiful strands just before a few were quickly pulled back; his nimble fingers doing quick work of the hair band to put it up into a messy, but elegant bun.

What snapped me out of this mini trance of staring was Envy quickly snatching my phone out of my lap and taking a picture of himself. When I protested, he just rolled his brilliant eyes and said that I was staring too much.

“Hmm…” he hummed softly under his breath as he typed something onto my phone and plugged in his earbuds. He kept one for himself before tossing the phone back at me.

I shot him a weird look before glancing down at my phone to see that Envy had clicked the call button on the phone. Before I could cancel the call and tell Envy off for calling Al, said man answered. I quickly snatched up the earbud that was deposited into my lap and put it in my ear to hear.

“ Ed. You skipped your flight again. ” It was clear that Al was disappointed, his usual happy greeting of hello did come but it was instead replaced by a motherlike scolding. “I’ve told you many times to get ready the next day so this wouldn’t happen! You were probably messing around with your friends again.”

The palm tree shot me a slick smirk, hearing word for word what Al was saying. “Hi Al. I actually didn’t miss the flight this time, the flight missed me! It apparently got cancelled.” I tried to sound more optimistic than what I was really feeling. Personally, I’d rather miss the flight for some stupid reason than be sitting here in an airport full of waiting passengers, next to an annoying… hot person. “So I did good this time–”

Envy cut me off, pulling the phone closer to him so he could talk into it. “Little shrimpy here was a bit late to a flight that got cancel. We would’ve been already in the plane if it wasn’t for the weather.”

“ Ed, who’s that? ” Alphonse asked hesitatingly at first but then the questions started to barge in, eager to meet someone new. “ Is that your new friend? Boyfriend? Your last one was an ass so hopefully this one is better. You should’ve told me you were bring your new boyfriend. ”

I literally facepalmed– face, palm, and all, plus a deep blush. Why the hell does he have to embarrass me?! Envy isn’t even close to being a boyfriend– not even close enough to be considered an acquaintance.

I was about to retort when Envy stole the phone again. “Yep! We’re together. Your little bro and I are just smitten!” I nearly leapt into Envy’s lap to take to phone away from him, ignoring Al’s happy gasp and a new batch of questions. Envy managed to keep me at bay and talk at the same time. “Now, I assume Edward here hasn’t told you who I am yet so I’m open to any questions.”

“ Name? ”

“Envy Alister at your service.” He winked at me, making me pause for a moment from where I was trying to grab for the phone; Envy held it high over his head teasingly so I couldn’t reach it and stop the embarrassing call.

“ Whoa. That’s a cool name! Where did you two meet? ”

Envy laughed when I attempted to slap him and he dodged. The earbud in my ear slipped out so I couldn’t hear Al.

“ Oh, you know~ ” Envy ducked under my swinging arm. “He was just doing his thing and saw me. He thought it was a swell idea to take a picture of me and he was right. We turned out to be boyfriends!”

I couldn’t hear Al’s response but it probably mostly cooing of some kind on how that was just adorable or something sappy like that. “Envy! Stop. You ain’t my boyfriend!” I growled, ignoring the stares completely. I grabbed onto Envy’s arm and started to pull roughly, trying with all my might. “Come on, stop it already.”

“Nope! I won’t stop until you stop.” He said to me, jumping up from his seat and backing a few feet away from me. He spoke into the phone, “He’s embarrassed that I’m talkin’ to you. It’s so adorable!” Another devilish smirk crossed his face, purposefully teasing me.

I gave up at that point, hopeful that Envy would be true to his words and hand me the phone once I had calmed down. I ripped off my leather jacket and tossed it into the chair before flopping down on top of it. The small adrenaline rush still made me a little fidgety as I waited for Envy to come back over to the chairs.

The palm tree sighed and said to Al, “Aw, I have to give your pouty brother the phone. Can’t wait to see you~.”

I snatched the phone from Envy’s outstretched hand, failing to notice his painted black nails before ripping out and throwing the earbuds at the man. Huffing, I raised the phone to my ear only to hear loud squealing. “ Oh my god! Ed! He invited me up to his parent’s ball. He invited me because he felt bad for me having you as my brother. Haha! He’s a lot better than that Roy guy right? ”

I shot a glare at Envy before answering with a sigh. “Al, you know people are going to ask questions and stuff. You don’t want that happening do–”

“ I don’t care anymore, Ed. I’m not 10, I’m 18 ” Al said exasperatedly, annoyed that I worried over him. “ If the Alisters kick me out, they kick me out. I won’t blame them. ” I went to say something but Al continued. “ Brother, it’s fine. I’m used to people looking at me weirdly and such. I have automail, even I would stop and stare if someone else had it. You don’t see it everyday. I’m fine, Ed, I can explain for myself. ”

I frowned for a moment then spoke. “Oh, okay, Al. I understand. And by the way, Envy is not my boyfriend. He’s just lying to you to make fun.”

“ Oh, come on brother. You’re just embarrassed. ” Al giggled from the other side. His giggles were interrupted by a loud calling and a clang. “ Ah. I have to go Ed. Winry wants me to go eat dinner now. Please send me a picture of him. See ya later Ed! ”

“Wait! Al! He’s not my–” Al hung up the phone before I could even finish my sentence. Gritting my teeth, I shoved the phone into my pocket before half growling at Envy. “What the hell was that for?! You are not my boyfriend and will never be.”

Envy was still standing in front of me with a wide smirk across his face and hands on his hips. “Oh~ Ed~ you’ll never understand.” He jutted out a hip in sort of mocking manner which, obviously, annoyed me.

“I won’t understand until you tell me”

This seemed to peak the man’s interests which was clear from glitter that entered his striking eyes. “I’ll tell you somewhere else.” He grabbed my arm and tried to pull only for me yank it out of his grip with a small snarl.

“Whatever you want to say, tell it to me here.” I crossed my arms over my chest defiantly.

The palm tree sighed and rolled his eyes, “Do you really want other people to overhear this and get jealous? I’m freaking Envy, I know what people would get jealous over.”

Well, I couldn’t argue about that so I stood up and grabbed my things before letting Envy drag me away. He pulled me over to an empty corner by the big windows. The windows spanned from the clinging to the floor, making the already large room seem even larger. Normally when it was sunny outside, passengers can watch as their plane pulls up to the pick up stations; today, it was dark, windy, and pouring making this sight an impossible one to witness.

“Okay Envy, what do you so dearly want to tell me than you had to pull me away from our seats?” I rolled my eyes, still pissed off. Why couldn’t he just have told me when we were sitting?! Someone could take them!

The palm tree chuckled and grinned at me, flashing his bright white teeth. “You’re cute when pissed.”

“Shut up and get to the point!” I hissed, unable to beat down the faint blush that hovered over my cheeks at his words.

“Hm… this really should be obvious but I’ll outline it for you because your little bitty shrimpy brain can’t handle it.” He raised a hand to defect from my incoming outburst. “My o-so-rich family put a sine qua non on me saying that I have to get a boyfriend or girlfriend– thank god they don’t mind that I’m gay– while I’m in college or they’ll stop supporting me. So I’m asking you to–”

“But–”

“No buts Eddy boy (he ignored my growl of warning), you are coming as my boyfriend whether you like it or not. I know I could be a jerk about it and just force you to be my boyfriend but this comes with benefits. First, since this is a ball, you get everything for free from my parents; second, important people are going to be there so I can help get you a job or something, seeing that you’re a photographer, people will be pouring all over you; third, you can invite anyone you want, and we invited your brother already; and fourth, you can keep me as your boyfriend if you end up liking me.” He finished his monologue with a proud grin, brushing some loose hairs out of his face.

I huffed and crossed my arms, frowning down at the floor so not to met his eager eyes. It’s not like it was a bad offer, it was actually an amazing offer but… but what? There was no but. I had nothing else to combat with. Yes, it would be difficult getting used to being a boyfriend to some rich yet dark looking stranger but it’s not like he was disgusting or anything… “ Fine , but you have to keep up your offer and I’ll be the most goddamn perfect boyfriend you’ll ever have.”

I looked back up at him to see a wide, happy smile. “Thanks Ed.” Envy said gently, surprising me.

“W-welcome.” I blushed softly and pulled out my phone. As I tossed it to him, I said, “Text Al a picture of yourself. He’ll annoy me until he gets it.” The phone had already erupted into a texting mess from both Al and Winry asking about Envy – Al must have already told Winry that I have a “boyfriend”.

While the walking palm tree messed with my phone, I folded up my leather jacket and put it into my bag. After I slipped the messenger bag strap over my head and positioned it so it wouldn’t bounce around awkwardly, I checked on Envy who was staring at my phone with a weird look. “What’s up?”

“This?” He flipped the phone around so I could see what he was looking at. It was the contact photo for Al; the picture was from the time we went to D.C. to visit monuments and such. In the picture, Alphonse had his automail arm wrapped around my shoulders and was smiling at the camera, his green eyes were bright and happy, joyous even when this trip was so hard for him. It was hot that day, so Al had rolled up his sleeves, not caring that passersby looked at him. I can’t remember exactly where we had just came from before Winry had taken that picture but I can only assume that it was from a place with security because I looked disgruntled from telling the guys off for bothering Al.

I quickly explained that it was when we were on a trip when Envy interrupted me and told me to clarify why Al had automail.

“Oh…” I frowned and sighed. “We got into a car crash when I was 11– so Al was 7– which resulted in a dead mother, chopped-off-limbs brother, and a runaway father.” I said hotly, still bothered by the subject even when it was almost twelve years ago.

Envy have me an apologetic look then nodded. “So why did your dad run away?”

“He ‘couldn’t take that my mom died and went to find serenity’ or whatever the child services douche said. Father dumped me and a broken Alphonse at a friend’s house and took off.” I muttered out, not even knowing if Envy had heard me until he spoke up.

“Wow, he is an ass.” Envy smirked slightly yet it looked like it help a sad look behind it. “At least you have your beloved brother with you.”

I send him a confused look while asking cautiously incase this was a difficult subject for him. “Did something happen to your brother?”

I watched as he shrugged and turned to face the dark windows. Rain still battered heavily upon it, yet the sound of rain did not reach them like it normally would have. These windows were reinforced enough to keep out the sound of rain, and more importantly the deafening sound of aircraft engines. I glanced at him before taking my place next to his side to face the said windows. Envy spoke,

“I have six siblings. Yes, you could say that they are dead but they’re not. Its…” He sighed heavily and stuck his hands into his jean pockets. “They are sick– not ill, per say but money and power have taken over their minds and corrupt them. My one of my sisters, Lust, and my younger brother, Wrath, are not that bad. They are nice and considerate but it seems like they are still far away. You could probably guess which ones of us are the most sick, even their names reveals how hungry they are. Greed, Pride, and Gluttony are the worst. Sloth is… well, like a sloth, she could really care less.”

I nodded, understanding to the best of my abilities. It’s understandable on how someone can be so caught up in their riches that they can’t even see what right in front of them. “So, why aren’t you like them? Normally people are jealous of the rich aren’t they? Just saying.” I added the ending hurriedly.

Envy laughed slightly. “Very true little shrimpy. But have you ever thought about how the rich feel looking down upon the ones who aren’t as fortunate? Like, even when you have money and the resources to go do things with your friends, it’s still not the same as…” He paused, as if he couldn’t find the words to explain himself before continuing. “It’s not the same experience. I got jealous of other people’s relationships to each other and how strong they are. So, I decided not to just throw money around and to settle down in a college, get a job, and to do things the way I want to do them, not what other people want you to.”

“Oh…” I turned my gaze from the window and onto him. Envy was looking back at me but quickly looked away when our gaze met.

“So whatever. Don’t pity me and shit.” Envy said abruptly while grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the windows. I pleaded from him to let go of but it was all in vain because Envy ignored me and pulled me over to one of those mini airport gift shops.

“Stop doing that.” I huffed and brushed my golden bangs out of my face once he had let go of me. When I looked up to tell him off for constantly dragging me, he wasn’t there. “Envy?”

The few people in the shop mingled around the stands and around the cash register; unfortunately, they were all taller than me save for the little kid that bumped into my leg. I rose to my toes to try to see where Envy had run off to when I felt something wrap around my neck.

“Get the fuck off of– oh.” It was Envy who had apparently ran off, found something, and ran back in the matter of seconds. I hesitantly reached up to touch what Envy had put around my neck. “A flight pillow?” I shot him a confused look but he only grinned more and pulled my phone out of his pocket. “Hey! Give that back–”

One of his delicate fingers leapt up onto my lips to silence me. “Shh. You wanted me to send a photo to your brother right?” I raised an eyebrow so he continued. “So let’s make this believable right?”

“Uh… yes?”

Envy get this joyous look in his eyes which could only mean the worst as he draped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. “Envy?!” I yelped-whispered, not expecting him to pull me close like that so we were pressed up against each other’s sides.

“Don’t blush my little shrimpy~” he whispered into my ear before raising the phone and pressing a chaste kiss to my cheek.

Despite Envy’s small warning, I blushed a bright pink and pushed the man away but he kept a secure arm around me. “Get off of me.” I hissed darkly yet my heart was racing from that one small peck on the cheek. It wasn’t from surprise nor shock but from the closeness to the man– a few loose strands of his hair had prickled the side of my face for a fleeting moment.

“Aw~ I told you not to blush. Oh well, you’re cute blushing.” He cooed, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Shut up.” I managed to wriggle out of his grip, snatch up my phone, and rip the flight pillow off of my neck in a matter of seconds, not bothering to look at the photo nor pillow. The phone started to buzz as the expected texts from Al and Win started to pour in so I silenced it and shoved it into my pocket. “I said I would pretend to be your boyfriend, not be a tease toy.”

Envy’s arm that was stretched out from holding me dropped back down to his side. “But aren’t boyfriends suppose to take pictures like that?” He forged a sad pout at my obvious displeasure in the idea.

I relaxed once I was safe from his arm span. “I…” Well, he was right. Couples usually do that kind of stuff and me, myself, use to do that too; I liked keeping each picture like a memory, I treasured every one because it was proof I liked my partner. “Whatever, just don’t act weird or anything alright? We are just faking it.”

“Aw. But to fake it, something needs to be true to make it believable right?” He tipped his head to the side like he was thinking. “You have to make the lie a new truth if you want people to believe.”

There was no retort to his statement that I could think off so I just scuffed under my breath and crossed my arms. “Think what you want to think.” I swiftly turned on my heels and went to look around at the rest of the store.

Envy followed me as I looked about the small shop. He was mostly quiet except for the few comments about what things he thought were cool, pretty, or down right ugly. I completely ignored him except when he put his hand on my shoulder to direct me from a Popular Science magazine I was holding to something he was pulling off of a shelf. “What?”

The palm tree carefully lifted two delicate bracelets into the air to show me. “Friendship bracelets.” Before I could push him away, he had caught my wrist and snapped a bracelet onto me. The silver band glinted in the light, the crescent moon shaped charm dangled. The bracelet that Envy was wearing had an charm for the rest of the moon.

I groaned. “Really? Friendship bracelets .” I was about to rip it off of my wrist and throw it at the palm tree, but instead, he had grabbed my hand to keep it steady as he clicked the moons together. My hard expression couldn’t help but soften a bit as Envy clicked them together; the two moon swayed between our two hands like it showed that we are one.

A small chuckle make me look up from the whole moon and onto Envy. “Doesn’t look like you don’t like this, do you?” At this moment as the words left his grinning mouth, I suddenly became hyper-aware that I was pulled close to the man and that our hands were joined together. My eyes darted from his face and onto our holding hands then back onto his face as Envy spoke again, “Well, I take that as that you like it. I’ll buy it for you.”

“O-ok, Envy.” I had suddenly shelled out when he put the moon together. There was no real reason why I had stalled and just stared in disbelief but, like Envy just said, it looked like I liked it– at least I wasn’t pushing him off and accusing him of teasing me again.

Envy dropped my hand, my fingers had instinctively tried to pull his hand back but he unclipped the bracket from my wrist and pulled back. “You can stop blushing, ya know.” A smirk sprung up on his face as I clicked my tongue and looked away. I didn’t notice that I was blushing until he had pointed it out.

After buying a few items such as the bracelets, magazines, and quick snacks (Envy had darted back inside to get something but never let me see what it was) from the shop, we proceeded to go back to our seats only to find that they were taken by a sweet looking couple. Envy grumbled under his breath and turned to me only to point out the obvious. “I guess we have to find somewhere else to sit.”

See why I didn’t want to move?! I silently huffed while rolling my eyes. “And I doubt that there are any more open. Looks like everyone decided today was the right day to go out flying.”

“Well, it is almost Christmas. What else did you expect?”

I shrugged and looked around. It was, in fact, Christmas. Little LED lights blinked from where they were strung around poles or railings. The small airport shop was also sporting Christmas normalities; small boxes of candy canes and cheap last minute ornaments were put on display for ridiculous prices. Even the Starbucks where I had gotten the muffins was all cheered with the addition of hot cocoa to the menu and the snowman plushies sitting on the counter for purchase. I had failed to notice all of this earlier with the distractions of getting to the plane on time, meeting Envy, and the unexpected phone call to Al.

He was right about the fact that it was Christmas and that the airport was packed. “Let’s find somewhere to sit.” I didn’t care to look for an empty seat, I already knew that they were all filled, so instead I looked for a patch of carpet that looked soft.

After finding a good spot, I gestured for Envy to follow me as I lead the way over to the corner between the wall and the soundproof windows. We tossed down our bags before plopping down with Envy sitting closer to the window.

We sat in silence for a while, Envy had plugged his earbuds into ears and stared out of the window. I watched him for a moment, studying his high cheekbones and the way the loose bangs swayed in front of his face. I only looked away when Envy caught me from the corner of his eye and smiled.

After another awkward silent moment, I cleared my throat. “So… this boyfriend thing. Do we have to, you know, kiss and stuff?” I pointedly looked away from the man next to me, knowing that I must be blushing or something because I always get embarrassed over this stuff for some reason; Al always teased me over it and even now I was running my fingers through my bangs to try to find something to do with my hands.

I could feel his gaze on me as he answered. “I wasn’t going to be picky or anything about but since you asked, I’ll answer: everything.”

“E-everything? Like we have been dating for a while everything?” I whipped my head around to look at him with wide eyes only to meet his crisp violet ones.

He shrugged, then lifted a finger to trace devilishly down my jaw. “Only if you want that, Edward. I wouldn’t mind it~”

“Shut up.” I squeaked out and batted his finger away. “Just nothing too big, I still don’t know you.” And I still don’t know what I’m going here pretending to be your boyfriend. I could just go home right to my brother and have a normal holiday.

Envy mocked a frown then sighed. “I see what you mean but don’t shy away from anything in front of my parents.”

“Why not?” I asked confused, why would they want something from me?

“Hm… maybe because they expect me to have a solid boyfriend and I can’t disappoint them?”

I nodded and thunked my head against the wall behind me before closing my eyes for a moment. “Whatever Envy, just don’t be weird about it.”

“I’ll try not to.” His response came but I swore I could heard his everlasting smirk through his voice. “But at least get use to being close to me.” I cracked an eye open to see Envy holding up an earbud, offering it to share.

“I’ll try.” I muttered, taking the earbud and relaxing slightly now knowing that Envy wasn’t going to be pushy about being boyfriends. Gently, I leaned against his shoulder and the wall before closing my eyes and concentrating on the rock music– consequently, my favorite song was playing.

The shoulder shifted from underneath me and a finger poked at my ribs. “Yo, shrimp. Wake up.”

“I’m up.” I mumbled, pulling back from off of his side where I had slumped in my sleep. “Sorry ‘bout that. Didn’t realize I fell asleep.”

“Obviously.” He made sure that I was indeed awake before standing up and stretching by throwing his arms into the air to straighten out his back. I also got up but instead I clumsy throw my bag over my shoulder and rubbed at my eyes. Envy nudged me after also donning his own bag, “They are saying that the next flight is ready to take some of us, although it’s only a certain amount of people.” He gestured to the announcement desk with an agitated look on his face which could only mean that something was up.

“And?” He had started to walk over to the desk as I asked him to continue.

Envy flashed me a look from over his shoulder to respond. “ And only rows ten through twenty are allowed to get on. My ticket says that I’m row fifteen while yours is row twenty-two.”

“Eh? How did you…” I frantically searched my pockets for my ticket only to look up and see Envy holding it up.

“You’re a heavy sleeper.” He commented as I snatched the half crumbled ticket from his hands. “Let’s see if we can get your seat changed.”

We approached the counter where a kind looking lady stood at the computer. She looked up and asked, “Hi, can I help you?”

Envy grabbed my ticket from me again while I protested. “Is there any way to get his seat changed?” He jabbed his thumb in my direction and pushed the ticket over to her on the counter.

The lady frowned and looked over the information on the piece of paper. “Row twenty-two… I’m sorry, I don’t think we can…”

A voice sounded from behind me where a man had stepped in line. “Uh, excuse me?” The man stepped forward– he was one of the couple who had taken our seats. “We can trade tickets if you want. I came over to see if I can get the later flight so I could be with my wife.”

Envy and I exchanged a hopeful look. The desk lady sighed and shrugged. “I can’t say no. It’s not the best thing to do but if you truly want to, you can.” She left to call the first five rows onto the plane.

The kind man and I exchanged tickets before he bid farewell and headed back over to his wife. I turned back to Envy. “You know it would’ve been fine if we took separate planes.” I said yet it wasn’t fine with me. If we were going to pretend to be boyfriends, I would have to follow through with my half of the deal and anyways, it’s just easier to take the same plane so neither of us has to wait for the other.

The palm tree shook his head. “No it wouldn’t be, shrimpy . I want to be on the same flight as you.”

There was nothing to disagree about that so we waited by the front counter until our rows were called. Once called, both Envy and I were the first ones the scan our tickets and walk down the hallway to board. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Envy started to beam and skip down the hall. “Hm? You like flying.” I commented softly, I assumed that he didn’t hear me as he neared the airplane door but he turned around slightly and winked at me.

I caught up to him and took a step into the plane. An aircraft attendant smiled at the pair of us, her uniform looked untouched– there was no dust to be spotted on neither of her navy blue skirt or shirt, even her hair was put up in an elegant bun. This was all excepted however, aircraft attendants are suppose to look prim and proper, it’s their job to calm down any nervous passengers and to walk while flying. I would feel bad for her because this isn’t the most ideal job and that most would not want this job but she looked like she enjoyed it because her smile was genuine. She spoke up. “Welcome. You may take any seat that is available. Most people had canceled and changed flights early because of the weather.”

“Thank you!” Envy waved while I gave her a slight nod before starting down the aisle. I stuck to the palm tree’s back, not wanting to be separated and having to sit in a row next to some crying baby or smelly man. I looked up from where my eyes were fixated on his back when he let out a hum, then a small excited gasp. “I found two seats.”

We made our way to the midback of the plane. A teen, or it at least looked like a teen, was sitting on the outside of the row. She was jamming to some music, the sound was loud enough so that I could hear it. The girl looked up and slid off her headphones when I cleared my throat and waved. “Uh. Hi, is someone sitting there?”

She mutely shook her head and stood up for us. Envy took my messenger bag from me and put it up top in the storage bins for the beginning of the flight. He followed me into the row and sat between me and the girl. She slipped her cat eared headphones back on and went back to her music.

“You might want to check your messages, Alphonse might be having a fit that you haven’t replied yet.” Envy pointed out.

“Oh, yeah thanks.” I mumbled fishing my phone out of my back pocket and opening it up. Both Al and Winry had bombarded my phone with messages, thank god I’m on an unlimited plan or I would have run out of minutes.

Envy watched as I opened the messages.

Al: Holy shit Ed, he looked wild.

Al: I didn’t know that you were interested in people like that BUT JM SO HAPPY FOR YOU.

A few words were misspelled because of his excitement that just made me roll my eyes. Envy chuckled. He must be really happy because he even swore which he usually avoided doing.

Al: Good think I’m ot envious of you brother! Haha, sorry En.

Al: oh wow, Win looks like she’s about to destroy my phone. Lol.

Al: Brotherc she took out her wrench. WHY DO WE EVEN HAVE THOSE IN THE HOUSE?! I know why BUT ATILL.

Al: aw your not answering. Too shy brother?

I frowned at him and typed out. Me: I’ll text you on my computer once we get to altitude. They gave us free wifi. Then, I opened Winry’s.

Win: Alphonse just showed me the picture. Damn, good job Ed. I’m shocked you didn’t tell us.

Win: I’m gonna kill your brother. HE JUSR SAID YOUR BOYFRIEND IS HOT AND THAT HE WOULD KISS HIM TOO.

Win: Say Hi to Envy for me :)

Win: oh and, cute flight pillow by the way.

I texted her the same thing before sighing and turning my phone onto airplane mode.

“Oh. Am I that hot that even your little brother would kiss me?” Envy wriggled his eyebrows at me, causing me to look away and click my tongue in a mock defiant manner.

“He won’t. He’s not interested in guys for all that I know of. Al is just trying to mess with me.”

“Anyways, he sounds like a fun guy.” He stretched out his back before clicking his seat belt. “I’ll get out the bracelets once we get up in the air. I know you’re dying to put it back on.”

“Am not!” But yes, I was. I don’t know exactly why I liked wearing it so much, nor why I even more like the sight of seeing the moon full.

“Whatever you say, shrimpy.”

“It’s Edward, not shrimpy!”

Ding! The red seatbelt light flashed twice before going out, which was followed by several clicking of belts and rummaging as men and women got out of their seats. Envy and the cat eared girl followed in suit. My “boyfriend” carefully passed me my laptop before sitting back down with our bag of goodies.

While I quickly turned on my laptop and connected it to the wifi, Envy dug through the bag and pulled out the delicate bracelets and some snacks he bought. He stuffed the bag underneath the seat in front of him and lowered the tray table. He held up the bracelet and asked, “You want the smaller half right?”

I nodded and held my wrist for him. He went to clasp the bracelet on when I suddenly snapped back. He gave me a confused look then reached out for my hand again when I shook him head no. “Why?” He blatantly asked.

I stared at him for a second, trying to figure out exactly why I had pulled back when it tout de suite clicked. “Because it’s girly.” I muttered out, looking away.

I could feel his gaze on me as he let out a small laugh. “So? It’s just a bracelet. No one is going to make fun of you. If anyone was to, it would be me.”

Frowning, I held my hand out to him to where he joyously clicked it on. He did his as well before breaking out a snack to chew on.

The messages box popped up onto the screen with Al’s response on it. Since I had both an apple phone and laptop, I had it setup to receive and send messages from either device.

Al: When do you think you guys will be in Boston? I could come and pick you up.

Envy, who had been reading the question from over my shoulder, turned the laptop away from me and began to type.

Me: You don’t need to worry, metal boy. I already got someone picking us up. He’s spending the night at my place since we might be getting there late. He’ll see you tomorrow, don’t worry. ~ En

I read the message over then rolled my eyes. “Do I have to?” I whined, snatching the candy cane flavored gummies out of his hand and stole a few from his bag before tossing it back at him. I popped a few into my mouth as I watched Al’s message arrive.

Al: Aw, ok. TAKE CARE OF HIM. He has a hard time at sleeping in new places.

Me: NO I DON’T

Me: Yeah yeah, I got it. He’s going to be well rested when you see him. I’ll make sure that happens. ~En

I rolled my eyes and stuffed a few more candies into my mouth. It’s so annoying how it’s always difficult to get adjusted to a new place. I don’t know exactly why it bothers me so much– maybe because it’s such a new place and anything could happen?– but it does.

Envy was smirking at me which I pointedly ignored and opened up Pandora. “So…” He started when I pushed my earbuds into the computer and stuck the buds into my ears. “What do you want to do now?”

“I want to sleep.” I muttered, which was the truth. Now that we were above the storm clouds, it was clear as day that it was night. Stars were twinkling like little clear flakes of snow that were caught in the light as they fell.

“Then sleep, it’s not like there is much else to do.” Envy sighed and ate some of the candies, he gave me a few when I held my hand out. “ Or we can play a game.”

I raised an eyebrow as he turned the computer towards him again and typed in a web address. “Seriously?” He, a grown man, had typed in CoolMathGames.com.

“What? They have cool games.” He reasoned, which I couldn’t argue against, but…

“This website is for little kids.”

“Fine.” He grumbled and typed in a new web address: ArmorGames.com. Now that was better. I watched as he clicked through the website until he found the game that he wanted. “This Is The Only Level. I’m a champ at this.”

Basically, this game is about a blue elephant on one stage that is the only stage through the whole “level”. The only change is that the controls or path to get to the tunnel at the end of the stage is changed and the only hint you get at the change is by the title of the stage. I love this game. I’ve played or even completely nearly all of the creator’s of This Is The Only Level’s games.

“Let’s take turns. Whoever finishes the stage the fastest wins.” I quickly popped up another tab of the game so we could switch and play the same stage. “Whoever wins gets to make the other person do something of their likings or gets some of the candy.”

“Deal.”

He pushed the armrest between us up so we could sit closer together to reach the laptop. The lights above dimmed as if they were timed at when I unpaused the game to start.

Stage 1: Arrow Keys Required

This stage was pretty obvious, the first level of any game is always straightforward and easy. All I had to do was use the normal arrow keys configuration to jump onto the red button (that’s located in the middle of the stage which is used to open a little door leading to the ending tunnel) and go through the ending tunnel. I paused the game again and let Envy have a go.

He did the same as me but missed a ledge and fell; he had to get back up and waste a second of time.

I smiled triumphantly and stole a few more candy cane gummies.

Stage 2: Not Always Straightforward

At first, I tried the basic configuration of the arrow keys (up=jump, down=quicker descent down, right=go right, left=go left) but I found out quickly that they keys of right and left were switched; I began to run left into the wall while trying to go right. After falling and hitting spikes several times causing me to die, I finally got use to the controls and successfully made it to the end.

Envy’s turn was much more neat, no elephant bodies had laid upon the screen unlike mine were three had fallen on the same spike. He turned to me with a wide smirk.

I rolled my eyes. “You know you have an advantage, you get to see me figure it out before it’s your turn.”

“Oh well.” He shrugged then reached across me to pluck out an earbud. “I want to listen too, you know.”

Stage 3: Think Before Doing

This one was quite obvious by just looking at the map: the door that was needed to be opening the red button was already opened and all I had to do is run through the tunnel. And I did exactly that without faltering.

Envy though, he wasn’t as lucky. He had accidentally jumped onto the button out of pure habit and had to go back to start.

I teasingly poked him in the ribs which was returned with an exasperated eyeroll and smirk. “Hm… what should I make you do?” I glanced around before an idea struck me. “Give me your jacket, I want to try it on.”

He obeyed and peeled off the jacket, which ended up not being the best idea. While trying to take off the cropped jacket, his arm had flung out and hit me square in the face. Fortunately, Envy realized his fault quickly and decided to leave it on so not to hurt the Cat-Headphones next to us. I swore under my breath at him and started the next round.

Stage 4: Alternate Control Scheme

This stage wasn’t too bad and the both of us basically tied on this stage so I just went on to the next one.

Stage 5: FreeFloating

I have no idea why I continuously died on this stage. All I had to do was to click the right key at certain moments to land on the red button and platforms. The cause was probably the obvious presence of Envy sitting so close to me and practically breathing down my neck, whether he had scooched closer to me or not will be a mystery; it wasn’t like I didn’t like it, it was just distracting me.

Envy got to pick the prize at this level. I watched as he bit his lip and stared down at the laptop until his head popped up. A mischievous look entered his eyes as he turned to me and asked in a soft, impish whisper, “Can I have a kiss?”

“NO!” I squeaked out, loud enough that the person sitting in front of us had woken up from their nap and told us to shush. I pulled away from him slightly and sent a glare. “I still don’t know you,” I said quietly through my teeth.

He grimaced and looked away, deliberately not letting me see his face but not before I saw something that made my eyes widen. “I was only joking, don’t get mad at me. It’s too cramped in here to fight anyways.” He mumbled.

I opened my month to confront him but I took it back and looked at the laptop screen. The little blue elephant was dying over and over again, I had accidently left my hand on the keyboard.

Why did you look so eager?

We ended up continuing the game after the question. Envy had asked no other embarrassing or absurd things after Stage 5, yet what I saw during that stage still whirled around in my head, bumping and pushing each and every thought out of its way; why did his face soften, eyes widen, smirk slide into a smile after he asked that question and waited for my answer? So, I reasoned with that thought. There was obviously no way I could just push it into the back of my mind just for it to fester and grow into something dangerous.

“Ed, wake up.” Envy snapped his fingers in front of my face; I had unawarely zoned out into deep concentration while we waiting to get out of the plane.

“Uh.. yeah! I’m here.” Sighing, I inched forward in the line until we were able to reach the door. I gave the flight attendant a courteous nod before stepping out of the plane and onto the walkway which I went down at a quicken pace, Envy following closely behind.

I only stopped walking once we walked out of the hallway and got out of the way of the rest of the passengers. A great yawn and a stretch came from the palm tree which made me yawn as well no matter how much I wanted to suppress it. I quickly stole a glance at my phone for it to only make me feel more tired because it flashed 1:30 am up onto the screen.

After reporting the time to a writhing palm tree, I pulled on my leather jacket to hide from the cold. As we walked over to the escalators and climbed on, I asked, “Who’s picking us up? Al is probably still up and can pick us up. I don’t want to be waiting outside in the cold, especially when you’re not wearing much for a jacket.”

“Aw~ The shrimp cares about me.” He cooed which was only answered with a glare. “Anyways, we are getting a taxi. Unless you are so insistent on getting your brother to drive us.”

I did feel extremely guilty about asking Al to come pick us up but it was definitely a better alternative than taking a beat up taxi. “Yeah, I’ll tell him.” After quickly shooting a text to Al, we stepped off the escalator and started to make our way down to the drop off/pick up station.

We decided to stay inside while waiting. Envy had wandered off to get a drink while I yawned and flopped down onto a bench, gazing wearily at the ceiling as I listened to two soft thumps of cans dropping in the machine followed by a crack and fizzle of one of the drinks being opened.

“Is your brother close?” Envy asked as he walked over and tossed his bag onto the bench by my feet before dropping down by my head himself.

“Yeah, knowing him, he would’ve been waiting at the nearest cafe incase we needed a ride.” I took the drink he passed to me and broke the seal open. I had no energy left to sit up to drink without drowning myself so I put it onto the ground.

Envy nodded and rubbed his eyes. “Let’s hope he gets here quickly…” We lapsed into a silence, it was neither awkward nor comfortable, it was kinda like there was more that could be or needed to be talked about but both of us were too tired to talk any more. I dimly watched him stretch and cross his arms behind his head through my bangs, not bothering to brush them out of the way.

After maybe twenty minutes went by, not like we were counting, my pocket suddenly started buzzing, indicating that Al was outside. “Come’n Envy, time to go.” I groaned slightly, pulling myself out of the daze and off of the bench.

I glared at him as he gave a uncalled for comment that I sounded like an old man when getting up. We throw our bags over our shoulders before heading outside into the cold.

I hope I didn’t make the wrong decision.

Alphonse’s Extra:

“Envy! Stop pushing me. I know it’s cold outside,” was the first thing I heard my brother say as he tried to clamber into the car. Ed half launched himself into the back seats with his boyfriend following close behind and slamming the door close.

“We made it!” Ed’s boyfriend– Envy– said joyously before collapsing in both exhaustion and relief.

I couldn’t help but laugh and turn around in my seat to examine who I had just picked up. Edward, hair windswept and cheeks pink, was trying to nudge off a wild looking man off of him who had sprawled out across the whole back seat. Envy’s dark green dyed hair was slipping out of its bun and falling against Ed’s lap. I raised an eyebrow in Ed’s direction, although I really shouldn’t be questioning who he had found; Ed was always fond of those different and “darker” kinds of things. It’s not like I minded the painted black nails, dyed hair, or the crop jacket. They just weren’t the kind of things I were into.

“Hey Ed, Envy. You guys better buckle up if you want to go.” I said, smiling to myself absentmindedly as they muttered in agreement and buckled themselves up– I wasn’t about to be pulled over or have someone get hurt on my watch.

After introducing myself and getting the address from Envy, I turned back around in my seat and started to drive. Ed let out a soft complaint about how cold it was out so I raised the heat for him which was followed by a sleepy Envy muttering about that he was going to go to take a nap now. The car was mostly silent except of the lowered down music still humming throughout the car.

“Hey… Ed? You still up?” I hesitantly asked.

His response came, “Yeah, I’m here. Can’t we just go home? Isn’t that closer?”

“Come on Ed, he’s your boyfriend. At least stay the day at his place first. It isn’t Christmas yet so you can wait.”

“Ugh.” A soft thump sound, presumably he had hit his head on the window. I laughed slightly before he continued grumbling, “I don’t even have anything to change into in the morning. I assumed we would be going home.”

“Oh, I brought you stuff. I’m always prepared, brother, but you should’ve asked me.” I did, in fact, bring him a small duffle bag with a few essentials inside. It’s not surprising that he comes unprepared to important stuff like this. He really needs to make a list or calendar sometime.

“Thanks Al. Oh, on that note, I completely forgot to bring your present with me. It’s still in the dorm.”

“Of course you did.” I sighed out. If I wasn’t tired and trying to pay attention to the road, I would’ve probably smashed my automail hand into my face or lectured Ed on how to stop forgetting everything.

The back of the car went silent so I guessed that Ed had fell asleep as well. I couldn’t help but to sigh again as I flexed my automail fingers against the steering wheel. It’s been over ten years since I had lost my right arm and left leg. Luckily, one of my best friend’s grandmother and parents had helped in a project to develop a new kind of prosthetic– a prosthetic that sort of looked more real (as in the size and shape of a typically arm), can lift greater weights easily, and can operate directly from the nerves where the arm is also powered. The idea to set this new technology that was still in the making onto a child that had just lost some of the most important things he would ever had seemed cruel almost from an outsider’s perspective but I had chosen this on my own. Lucky, automail had already passed animal testing and had started testing on adults, children was all that was left to be tested on and I had stepped up. I’m not incredibly brave or anything, I was just acting out of selfishness to be honest, I had just lost my mother and father and was strained with my brother. At that age, I already knew the risks and was prepared to take them on. It wasn’t like getting the automail erased my memories, it was more or less of a reminder of what happened that day, but I can’t say I was disappointed with my decision.

My eyes widened as I pulled up to a gate. Just what did the Alisters do to get this money?! Just beyond the tall black gate was a huge black and white (or at least that’s the colors I could pick out between the snow and night sky) mansion. A few lights were on and two people’s silhouettes could be seen in the through on the the great windows.

I glanced back at Envy and Ed to check with either of them had woken up but both were still sleeping. I nervously rolled down the window and clicked the calling button on the mini number pad to open the gate. Before we had driven here, Envy had told me what to say but that doesn’t mean I’m still nervous about it.

A smooth feminine voice erupted from the speaker. “Hello?”

“Uh… Hi! I have Envy Alister and his boyfriend, Edward Elric here. I’m Alphonse, Ed’s brother.” I said, trying to keep my voice clear in case the speakers were bad at picking up noise.

“Oh. Okay, I’ll let you in. Just drive up to the front door.” The box let out a click as the woman’s voice vanished.

The gate clattered as it moved aside for me to pass through– which I did and drove up right up to the front door. By the time I parked, the two people I had seen in the windows had exited the mansion and walked up to the car.

“Ed, Envy. We’re here.” I called into the back of the car. The both of them seemed not to hear me and continued to sleep, Envy still sprawled out yet kept sitting up due to the seat beat and Ed looking dead against the window. I sighed and got out.

The woman approached me. “Thank you for bringing them here. They must have had a rough time if they were here so late.” The woman was dashing, her pitch black hair delectably rolled her purple scarf and coat. Her jacket looked like it was half rushed to be put on due to it being unbuttoned and accidentally revealing a stunning black dress. “I’m Lust by the way, the one annoying your brother over there is Wrath.”

The boy, Wrath, was tapping on the car window like the couple inside was a pair zoo animals.. He, I guess maybe 15 years old, let out a soft sound of glee as Ed snapped awake and looked around.

A small ruckus came from the car as Ed woke his boyfriend up and clambered out of the car. “Envy! Stop clinging onto me, you should’ve brought more clothes if it’s was going to be this cold out.” I could hear the grumbling of Ed as he half dragged, half lead, his boyfriend out of the car and into the snow.

“Aw~ If I hold onto you, you won’t be so cold either.” The two men walked around the car for all of us to see Envy with his arms wrapped around Ed’s waist. The man looked up. “Hey Lust, Wrath.”

Lust nodded and took the duffel bag from Ed because his hands were full from carrying his stuff and Envy’s bag. “Alphonse, you may stay the rest of the night if you want. It’s too late to go anywhere now.”

I raised a hand and shook my head. “No no, I can’t do that. My brother should enjoy his first day here without me.”

“Al! Don’t leave me.” Ed’s panicked whine came and he tried to pull away from Envy to get to me.

I laughed. “You’ll see me soon, you can survive.” Ed let out another whine but I disregarded that and thanked Lust again for the offer. “I’ll get going now. Goodnight.”

Additional Notes: This chapter is dedicated to Jester-Knyght. Thank you for being my partner for the Edvy-Alliance.

Disclosure: I do not own “This Is The Only Level” nor any other of the objects/games referenced by name.

The prompt: “It’s late, the airport’s closing, and our flight just got cancelled, I have never met you before but I guess we’re stuck together until the next flight”.

#fanfic: mine #edvyalliance #FMA #Edvy #Stuck Together

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