#he's smoking w his other hand and handing it to u every couple puffs

[sageispunk]

i just wanna sit on his lap...

[baekthecorgi]

thank you for the music (haechan) genre: fluff, high school au, theatre kid au words: 2.8k w. summary: in which ABBA described how you fell in love with theatre kid, donghyuck.

it wasn’t like you couldn’t sing. you weren’t just really interested in theatre. you were more of a bookworm, film enthusiast gal–not someone who acts and sings and oh my god did renjun just say DANCE

renjun is this year’s production stage manager for the musical. he has a knack for plays and musicals so it was understandable why he’s in such a position.

renjun’s also the devil’s incarnate. you’ve always known that but renjun went full-on apocalyptic evil when he tattled about the upcoming musical to your mom. unfortunately, she was a musical geek AND an ABBA fan herself.

it was like hitting two birds with one stone. this was definitely a dream come true for your mother.

“auntie, i think it’d be a GREAT idea if you let my gorgeous best friend audition for sophie”

renjun complimenting you meant trouble.

“sophie? as in mamma mia’s sophie?!” renjun nods and your mom shrieks right behind your ear.

judging from her tone of voice, she’s set on bribing the principal to let you play the part. even if she has to pay a thousand bucks and mortgage the house.

“you bastard!”

“i am, in fact, a legal child. you can’t use that word on me”

“stop being a sarcastic bitch”

“that’s you, sis”

“RENJUN”

that night, your mom was on her knees, begging you to audition for the role. suddenly, she brings up her birthday next week. she says she’ll cut you some slack finding a gift if you would at least try to audition for sophie. she’ll consider it as a birthday gift. begrudgingly, you agree cause she’s your mom and you love your mom to the moon and back.

naturally, everyone was shocked when they saw the only girl in class who wasn’t stoked for the musical, show up on the audition day.

the audition was a breeze–easily passing the acting and singing category

(thank god for vocal classes every summer since third grade)

“so who’s my leading man?” you ask renjun while he skims through the script at lunch

he corrects, “men”

you almost choke on your milk, “men?!”

“oh wait, my bad” renjun corrects, “that was for donna sheridan”

“lee donghyuck,” he blurts out and this time, you really choke on your milk

donghyuck was the class clown and evidently, the most annoying student to ever pester you in class. not only is he the irritating kid behind your desk, donghyuck was also your only competitor for rank one.

you’ve actually grown up with donghyuck but never got the chance to sit down and become friends with the boy. it’s cause his obnoxious, ego-centric personality hindered it. like that time in third grade, he talks to you about nonsense all the time so you always wrote his name in the NOISY LIST on the board.

let’s just say, this silent feud was going on your entire youth

“save your dramatic ass for the musical. you’re gonna be his fiancée after all,” your best friend teases

the head teacher aka the musical director, introduces the students to the stage crew as well as the fellow actors so all of you could be familiar with each other.

jung jaehyun was sam carmichael, johnny seo was bill andersson, and moon taeil was harry bright

when the director calls out donghyuck’s name and character, he says a few lines of introduction before sending you a sly wink. the bitch KNEW.

have you mentioned how flirty donghyuck was with everyone ???

during rehearsals, you can testify to donghyuck being professional, leaving his class clown demeanor behind. he was surprisingly good at acting.

deep inside, you were quite convinced yourself that you’re really his fiancée. as sophie you mean, not as donghyuck’s (yeah sure)

HIS VOCALS THOUGH

it’s as if honey was seeping right through the pores of your skin. his voice was like stirring creamer into the coffee. satisfying. you were running out of words to describe the boy’s vocals because your mind was always in a haze whenever donghyuck opens his mouth to sing.

you kept your compliments to yourself. it would be your ego’s downfall if you ever voiced it out loud and you weren’t ready for donghyuck to tease you endlessly about it.

it made you dislike him more

as the opening night was nearing, the cast and crew were becoming closer, especially the main characters. your social circle was expanding thanks to the opportunity (ehem, renjun). you got to meet renjun’s other friends–jeno, mark, jaemin, and the ever so cute babies, chenle and jisung. some were part of the stage crew, some minor roles.

you still didn’t talk to donghyuck, though. even if he was a part of renjun’s group. something within you simply refused to make ends meet with the kid and you trust your instinct.

the disconnection between the two of you affected the musical itself

when the director commands donghyuck to wrap his arms lovingly around your torso (cause that’s what couples do!!), you two look like two poles bumping into each other. the rest of the dreamies just sigh heavily.

one time, chenle cringed too hard his limbs were almost paralyzed

so Renjun and Friends™ conjured a plan called, “#MakeSophieAndSkyLikeEachOther” aka “#SaveMammaMia2k18”

that was why you found yourself stuck inside the costume closet. your eyes widen when the door opens and a bewildered donghyuck is pushed inside as well. you hear the lock click loudly.

oooooffff awkwaard

donghyuck initiates, reaching his hand to you, “lee donghyuck but you can call me hyuck, sweetheart”

“can you–i dunno–be normal for once, donghyuck?” you huff, crossing your arms

“okay, sweetheart”

“that’s so cheesy”

“you like it”

“SHUT UP HYUCK”

“oh shit, i think i like hyuck more than sweetheart. it’s settled then,” donghyuck says before he bursts out laughing at your flustered face. donghyuck had no idea whether your red, tomato-ish face was of anger or annoyance. maybe a bit of both but he didn’t want to spoil this chance to get closer to you so he pokes the hell out of you.

“hyuck, cut it!!!” you swat his index finger and stare angrily at the boy

but the cute bitch just ??? puffs out his cheeks like a kindergartner ??? and your lips stretch into a wide smile cause he was so damn cute you couldn’t help it ok !!!!

then hyuck

breaks into a smile too

reference: the gif

it was so genuine you wanted to c o m b u s t

you two smiling like fools was the icebreaker

since then, you got even closer to hyuck. the dreamies high-fived each other when they finally feel the chemistry between you and hyuck the following rehearsal. in fact, you two were soooo close it was beginning to show in your acting

or was it even acting anymore

he helps you rehearse your lines and your scenes with him!!! like the boy was really a sweetheart

(though sometimes he still calls you that. you fake complain when he teases you so he’ll console you later, to be honest.)

donghyuck assists you with the melody whenever you were flat or sharp. the kid is a musical genius, what can i say?

oh and he claps his hands 1-2-3-4 to the tempo when you miss a beat.he was such a great help with I Have A Dream and Thank You For The Music that when you finished singing your solos, donghyuck was left in a dream-like trance. you had to lightly slap his face to make him snap out of it.

you must be a mermaid to enchant such a handsome young man.

“look,” chenle lowkey points at you and donghyuck at the corner, “it seems like sky’s whipped for sophie”

“now that plan #MakeSophieAndSkyLikeEachOther is done, we’ll proceed to the next one,” renjun rubs his hands together like a fly, lifting a brow at the guys

mark asks, curious, “wait, how sure are you that she likes hyuck?”

“have you seen the girl smile THAT wide?!” renjun rolls his eyes

mark counts. each finger for each time he saw you smile in class. “four times” “exactly,” and mark forms an ‘o’ with his lips

renjun continues, “and with hyuck?”

mark looks over to your direction and starts to count again. “twelve times?!?!! under a minute?? how??”

“she likes donghyuck, dumb ass,” jeno states, matter-of-factly

We Love Intellectual Friends

this time around, jisung formulates plan “#MakeSophieAndSkyConfess”

renjun keeps donghyuck busy during take five’s so jaemin will have the chance to openly flirt with you. he’s the best flirt in the group.

it was like playing fire with fire

but renjun doesn’t keep donghyuck busy enough for him to take notice of jaemin’s advances on you. the dreamies did the same routine for three consecutive days, donghyuck begins to evidently curl his fists whenever jaemin talks to you.

one time, donghyuck warns you, “don’t talk too much with jaemin. he flirts with everyone.”

“oh so he’s like you,” you snap back and donghyuck was taken aback, clearly offended by your words.

“you’re so pathetic,” he breathes

you were appalled and the irritation washed over you for the first time since the closet incident. like who was donghyuck to tell you what to do and what not to do ???

and the dreamies, eavesdropping, was 200% panicking cause it wasn’t supposed to go that way!!!!

mark hits jisung on the arm and mutters an “i told you this wasn’t a good idea”

renjun was supposed to walk over and help patch things up but the director called for Act 3, Scene 2: Lay All Your Love On Me

the dreamies were SHAKING. the scene was sky and sophie literally fighting with their hidden emotions. it was too similar with you and donghyuck’s petty fight.

donghyuck sings the first verse:

I wasn’t jealous before we met Now every man I see is a potential threat And I’m possessive, it isn’t nice You’ve heard me saying that smoking was my only vice But now it isn’t true Now everything is new And all I’ve learned has overturned I beg of you

you proceed with the second verse:

It was like shooting a sitting duck A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck I still don’t know what you’ve done with me A grown-up woman should never fall so easily I feel a kind of fear When I don’t have you near Unsatisfied, I skip my pride I beg you dear

then the both of you begin to sing the chorus:

Don’t go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Don’t go sharing your devotion Lay all your love on me

as the song fades to an end, you and donghyuck stand opposite each other under the spotlight. you were staring at him and he was doing the same. the song holds as some form of enlightenment of your feelings for each other. this was so awkward realizing your feelings for donghyuck onstage like how cliche is that ???????

you literally hear your heart break into a million tiny pieces when donghyuck nonchalantly walks offstage. it’s part of the script but somehow, his moves were too true to be plain acting.

“uh oh,” chenle massages his temples, “we have to fix this, guys”

“no shit. tomorrow’s opening night,” jisung retorts. he winces when chenle slaps his arm for disrespecting him.

“don’t worry, i have a plan,” renjun announces, crossing his arms

“oh no not again,” mark interjects

it was opening night and you were hella nervous you feel like projectile vomiting any minute. the crowd was building up as each minute passes. you peep through the curtains and see your mom at the very center of the first row.

we love a supportive stage mom

renjun rubs the small of your back. “you’ll do spectacular tonight. i know it. break a leg!” he pumps his fist before returning to his duties.

small as he is, renjun was shouting at the top of his lungs and commanding the stage crew to bust their asses.

you did breathing exercises cause your heart was pumping wildly. suddenly, you feel someone tap your shoulder. you turn around to see donghyuck in his stage costume–a loose blue shirt, tucked in, and black skinny jeans. as always, he took your breath away.

“hi,” his voice was small and soft, “i’m sorry. for yesterday. i didn’t mean it. if anything, i’m the pathetic one.”

“you are,” you say and donghyuck lets out an almost inaudible laugh. “i’m sorry too, hyuck. i was rude, and you’re right, i am pathetic.”

“you aren’t okay? the truth is, i li–”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN YOUR WORK CLOTHES?! WHY AREN’T YOU IN YOUR COSTUME JESUS CHRIST YOU STILL DON’T HAVE MAKEUP?!?!!!!”

renjun was blowing everyone’s ears off

“i’ll do her makeup, geez,” donghyuck grabs your wrist and stomps off to the makeup room.

“DON’T GIVE ME THAT SASSY ATTITUDE LEE DONGHYUCK YOU’RE GONNA GET THESE HANDS”

renjun pls chill

hyuck is such a pro at makeup. like you didn’t even know the step-by-step process but he’s basically nailing your makeup. being a part of the theatre club has its perks.

hyuck was doing your eye makeup and he realizes that he’s super close to your lips, he has to resist the urge to place his on top of yours. he was supposed to do a light makeup on you but since this is theatre, hyuck had to put layers of everything. before he actually does anything he’ll regret, donghyuck sends you off to change into your costume.

a little later, the musical starts. you swear you see your mom sobbing in the front row as soon as the curtains were drawn. the scenes were perfect, as well as your acting. donghyuck’s superb vocals blew the socks off of everyone.

the scenes where you and donghyuck acts as a couple seemed so natural as if you two were really one in real life

you could only wish

donghyuck gazes at your eyes like they contain all the stars in the sky that you had to force yourself to break his gaze so you can continue with yourlines

Act 4, Scene 10: Super Trouper. Wedding Scene. (Last Scene)

hyuck swears on his life that he doesn’t have asthma or any kind of respiratory problem but you rendered the boy breathless as you walked down on one of the theater aisles in a wedding dress

like this may seem farfetched thought but this was what donghyuck imagined on his wedding

back then, his bride-to-be was always a question mark but now, as donghyuck looks at you walking towards him, he might just have an idea

the scene continues on. it was revealed to the audience that sky and sophie called off the wedding, only to be replaced by donna and sam.

the finale song starts to play. donghyuck notices glitter (???) on a banner with huge bold letters: “CONFESS NOW, IDIOT” held up by renjun, jaemin, and jeno. plus the rest of the gang shouting words of encouragement that were drowned by the music.

donghyuck, albeit startled, twirls you around like planned. he gets a dose of courage when you sang your lines:

Tonight the super trouper beams are gonna blind me But I won’t feel blue Like I always do ‘Cause somewhere in the crowd there’s you

when he catches you in his arms, your eyes turn into crescent moons enough to make donghyuck’s heartbeat ring in his ears

“i like you,“ donghyuck mouths

you were too busy dancing you miss the words he mouthed. you can’t speak back cause the microphone would catch your voice so you mouth back, "you what?”

“i like you”

“wHA–"

you were cut off by hyuck’s lips pressing onto yours

somewhere in the background, the dreamies were jumping up and down, cheering, "GO GET IT”

the way donghyuck smiles into the kiss like a giddy child receiving ice cream. the way your lips fit like two puzzle pieces together. the way you slowly snake your arms around donghyuck’s neck and softly grabbing a fistful of his dark brown locks. the way hyuck held the small of your back with care as if you were some fragile being. it wasn’t fervent or needy. it was only filled with much love and adoration.

donghyuck places his microphone far away from his lips and say, “i said i like you”

“that’s not part of the script”

hyuck didn’t miss the reddish pink color tinting your cheeks

“it was an impromptu”

“did you think of it beforehand?”

“no, i only felt it”

and with that, you lean in and give donghyuck another well-deserved kiss

after the musical, everyone was like going crazy on taking pictures of you two for being such a cute couple onstage, and now offstage. renjun was highkey bragging about being the best cupid in town to which the dreamies tattled on the whole jaemin flirting with you thing.

the kiss started out as an impromptu. let’s just say, donghyuck included it in the script until the gala night. only on the gala night, he slips a little tongue action.

the dreamies were grossed out but to hell with that

you love donghyuck

and donghyuck loves you

note: stream we go up!!!!! our boys deserve their first and last win as ot7 ;;; i had the urge to combine theatre kid donghyuck x abba cause it’s beyond perfect as a prompt. don’t even deny it. this has been sitting in my drafts for a long time tbvh. i love renjun and his devious plans in this scenario lmao we love supportive friends !!!!!

LET’S TALK ABOUT WE GO UP MV. hyuck in a bandana and mark in a wet black shirt unffff fuck me up markhyucketh!!!!

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[theshippigconnoisseur]

Chapter 2: Winds are a Blowinʻ

During that same morning, the anxious mug had been avoiding his Grandpa the entire time. Trying to converse simple talk such as yes, no, maybe, and ok’s whenever he did his chores.

“Mugman, can you gather the vegetables from the-“

“Already on it!” The heated mug said in haste.

Even the chores inside the house was becoming even more difficult. “Grandson, I believe there is a leak in the-“

“On it!” He scurries away in a flash.

Just doing chores got the mug all hyped up, which kind of freaked him out a little. It was like he was a bit lighter, more energized than he had before. Well whatever it is, he used it to his advantage to avoid any confrontation with his grandfather whether it was raking the leaves, watering the plants, feeding the farm animals, and etc. Anything he could get his hands on.

God he couldn’t look at him in the eye without steaming up. To a mug, or any dish for the matter, tend to show physical emotions through their body, to the cup family it was steaming up to indicate an assortment of emotions; rage, happiness, arousal, etc. He couldn’t keep himself from burning up like a steaming kettle….. Kettle… He thought dozily while raking the leaves from the back yard….. It had been getting harder throughout the day to focus when all he could think about was his grandpa’s di-

“GAAAAAAAH!!!” Shouting at nothing, hands on his head and freaking out like a maniac. “What the hell Mugman!! Whatever you’re thinking it has to stop!! This is your grandpa for god’s sake!!” He reminded himself.

“Soooooooo, got yourself into a lovers’ quarrel eh?” The mug shot out from his emotional outburst and turned towards the owner of that voice.

“Oh *sigh* it’s you…” Mugman heaved a relaxed sigh. It was psyhcarrot coming up for some water and O2 as usual.

“Ya ain’t gon’ solve anythin’ if ya keep to ya self.” He said leaning against a tree with a cig in hand.

“Easy for you to say, you plants don’t care who you produce with.” He sighed in defeat. “Let alone producing asexually.”

“Hmmm, True but I ain’t the one complaining.” He puffed out some smoke

“That’s not the point…” The distressed mug sat down on a trunk near the smoking carrot.

“Then what is Mug boy?” another Puff

“This is a relative I’m having conflicts about… You know you wanna forget about it but… your heart just won’t stop beating whenever you look at em’….*sigh* ya get what I’m saying?” He knew he shouldn’t expose who this “relative” is because of the uncertainty. But plants, including vegetables, don’t even care if they “do it” or not. At least they can have sex with their relatives…. Lucky….

The orange carrot just looked over the gloomy mug, he was really sincere about it too… Throwing down the remaining particles of his Cigar, an orange hand wrapped around the upset mug in a brotherly way. “Ya know Mug, ever since you and ya brother saved me and my veggie boys from our contracts, we’ve been grateful for that… So let ol Psych give ya a helping’ hand…”

Mugman looked up at the telekinetic vegetable. “I don’t know P.C. It’s just been difficult…. I don’t want to do something that I know it’s going to make difficult and not to mention, unexpected, changes. I just don’t know what to do…”

“Well…. For starters, ya gotta stop fearing the deep ends of the unknown and just take a dive right in. Explore the open waters, and ya might even like it. Besides, how are ya gonna know if this is something ya really want? Have ya ever been with another being before?”

“….No…” He shamefully said

“Man….really are a virgin ain’t ya?” He joked.

“Shut up” He playfully pushed him aside. They both shared a long good laugh. Psyhcarrot was one of Mugman’s closest investors. After saving him and his crew, he had been forever thankful. And in exchange, theyʻd given him a garden to produce fresh food for the cup family. The Veggie crew took care of the produce while the enthusiastic mug took care of the garden. Watering, Raking, Weeding, etc. Always something to look forward too when you see the food coming in full bloom. Seeing a beautiful variety of colors always put the mug boy at ease. Soon after, the passionate mug made a business out of the gardening. Selling fruits and vegetables to the marketplace which gave a little extra side money for the cup family. So getting some advice from another source was comforting.

“But still Muggie, As a friend, I really don’t care what ya do because as long as ya happy with the decisions that ya make… In this day and age now’s a time ta get experimental…. But my only concern is ya brother. Does he know?”

A groan emitted from the now even more depressed mug. “My brother would FREAK... If he finds out what I did or how I feel I don’t know what he’ll do or what he’ll say!!!”

“By who, pray tell, says ya can’t feel a certain way? Ya how old Mug boy?”

“….27?” he flatly stated.

“That’s basically an adult. Ya have every right to feel how ya want to feel! Ya don’t have to tell him everything. You are ya own cup”

He does have a point, Mugman stated slowly coming into realization.

“And ya brother? Does he ever tell ya what he does for a livin’?”

“No?”

“Exactly! He’s living his life the way he wants, and here ya are huffin’ and moanin’ like a little seedlin’. Grow a pair of cloves for once.” He chuckled while patting the now fully calm mugs back.

“Your right P.C.… I never thought about it….Thanks” He felt a sense of relief that someone actually cares about his wellbeing.

“No Problem…..We’ll I gotta get back underground. Too much sunlight can shrivel this carrot to a crisp.” The carrot got up from the tree.

“If ya have any problems, just send me a hoot and holler and I’ll be comin, and don’t worry about the next harvest this year. I’ll take care of it. You need to relax that brain of yours Mug Head.” He finally stated and disappeared into the ground.

“Hehe Thanks” he whispered…. “I think I’m gonna take it easy today…” He stretched and put away his gardening tools in a nearby shack.

Feel like takin a swim at the pond today, he internally thought. Even the thought of a good swim will ease his heated body. He walked a couple ways towards a bunch of trees that covered the hidden scenery. As he emerged from the other side of the bushes, he overlooked the glistening pool of clear water. Just at the right angle, the light illuminated the pond made the entire forestry look like a dream.

The sight never gets old, he sighed.

Since he didn’t want to soak his clothes. He took his time to strip any article of clothing that will prevent him from treading through the water. Now fully naked he took a big step in the pool enjoying the cool feeling touching his nerves and making its way up his heated form. A sudden jump came from the mug and he was submerged into the murky depths. Coming up for air he gave a sigh of satisfaction. “Aaaaaahh that hits the stop.” Taking in a few long strokes across the pool. He felt all satisfied. This hot steamed boy was now back to his jolly old self again. He totally forgot about everything that happened this morning. After swimming for about an hour, he climbed out of the pool all refreshed.

“I wonder what gran-“He froze. His usual line that he says to himself whenever it was dinner time. His face flushed again. Oh god I’m gonna have to face him again, his face full of dread. Reminiscing back to this morning.

“My boy, did you have a good swim?”…………….

….. Oh…. Dear….GOD!!!! The mug slowly turned toward the voice in fear.

His grandfather was there in the bushes, carrying what looks like a picnic basket.

“G-g-g-g-g-grandpa?!” He jumped hastily to his pile of clothing only to grab a shirt to cover himself.

“W-w-w-w-what are you doing here?!”

“I haven’t seen you all day I thought about having a picnic dinner with my hard working grandson.” Oh god, this was embarrassing. The mug boy turned flushed red.

There he was… in all his glory standing in front of his grandfather. How the hell was this old kettle keeping it calm and collected?

“U-um you didn’t have to come out to see me….. I was just about to head into the house.”

“Well… I’m here now. I brought the food anyway so we can just eat out here. Might as well right?”

“R-right...” He grabbed the remaining of his clothing and got dressed behind a large tree. Who knew how long his grandpa was standing there watching, furthermore it made his heart beat even faster just thinking about what his grandfather was thinking about. Deep breaths Mugman, Deep breaths.

When he walked out from behind the tree, his grandfather was already setting up the blanket next to the pond. The Mug boy, getting out of his trance, decided to lend a helping hand to his old relative. “Oh, Thank You.” He smiled.

After setting everything up, they both sat in silence enjoying the scenery and the food that came with it. “The food is delicious as always grandpa.” Mugman declared, enjoying the vegetable soup that his grandfather prepared. “It was nothing my boy, your grandma showed me how to cook. She knew I wouldn’t survive on just my inventions so she taught me how to prepare meals.” He chuckled. “I was glad that I learned from her or else you would’ve suffered from my bad cooking.” They both laughed. It was just like old times.

Grandpa always shared stories about his youth. Getting a chance to be a part of his inner circle made him sigh in relief. This was a beautiful bonding moment between the two. He knew he couldn’t just let it go. He enjoyed his company…. He may even be in lo-

“I remember when you and your brother were just youngin’s when you came to this pond.” A chuckle emitted from him “You were so scared to jump in thinking that you were going to get chased by a shark.” He took a sip of tea from his glass.

How could he ever forget? That was when Cuphead dragged him into the pool and pretended to be a shark. He knew that he didn’t know how to swim just yet until his grandfather jumped in and saved him from his “imminent demise.” He remembered those strong arms holding him in place. He remembered the warm, gentle embrace that kept him safe and protected from the outside world. Looking back at the pond that he was once so afraid of, made his eyes glitter in awe. He knew this was a very memorable occasion between the two. Still, in awe did his eyes started to well up. Lightly frosted tears slowly trickled down his cheeks. It was so long ago and why was he feeling this way right now? Did he remember how his grandpa was always there for him?

A hand wiped a tear away from his face. “What’s wrong?” The mug looked toward his grandfather, concern all over his face. “I-it’s nothing.”

“Come now, you can tell your old man.” The old kettle pats his back in comfort.

“I guess I have no other choice huh?” He chuckled wiping a tear from his other eye.

“It’s just…” He fumbled with his words. “I actually… missed having your arms around me…. W-when I was a child…” His cheeks started to show a tint of red. “I’ve kind of missed being a child and getting your attention… Now that I’m an adult I can’t receive that same treatment.” He spoke in truth. It has been awhile since he ever gotten a loving hug from him. Maybe it was just masculinity that molded him to be an adult.

“Mugman…” The elderly kettle patted his back “No matter how old you get, you should already know that my love is unconditional. If you wanted a hug from me you can always just ask. You don’t have to be afraid of me. You will and forever will be my grandson” Those words shot like cupid’s arrow through his heart.

He began to fumble with his words. “T-then is it ok to receive a h-hug from y-you now?” And with that, he felt those strong, loving arms wrap around his muscular form. A very shocked mug began to turn red. He was in his arms, those same and loving arms that he remembered from so long ago. But the warmth wasn’t the only thing, he was able to hear his grandfather’s heartbeat. It was beating fast.

Two hearts beating in rhythm due to the close contact. “It has been awhile my boy…” He softly heard a gulp. Was the elder kettle getting nervous? He wondered but snuggled deeper into his grandfather’s shirt. Taking in his scent, his body movement, everything. He felt like he could stay there for hours.

This lasted for about a good five minutes until the mug boy felt the warmth dissipate. He suddenly felt a tension and looked up to his only source of warmth. “It’s getting late my boy, we better clean this up and retire to our abode.” He smiled.

“y-yeah, ok” And with that, they began to pack everything up and returned to the windmill.

They’ve noticed a light emitted from the house, as they took a curious step into the corridor they noticed Cuphead unwrapping some boxes.

“Hey Mugs! Gramps! Where have ya been! I just got home early and I wanted to celebrate!” He carried two heavy bottles of what seems to be alcohol.

“Um what’s the occasion?” The mug boy asked. He put down the picnic basket next to the coat rack.

“What I can’t drink with my family? I just got a big pay today and I thought we should drink in merriment to my BIG RAISE!” He set down a couple of shot glasses.

Both the mug and kettle looked over at each other. “I guess one drink wouldn’t hurt right?”

The elder kettle grinned, “I wouldn’t mind one drink, it has been awhile since this ol kettle had a 40” (40 – Slang word for alcohol in the 40s’)

“Then let’s have a TOAST!” Shouted the cup boy.

End

[two-in-one-skele]

Walking on Eggshells

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A few days has passed since G has started living in Yumi’s home. He usually always wakes up before her and, due to her lack of cooking skills, he has put on himself the task of making their meals, including breakfast. Today was no exception. He hears the dragged footsteps of Yumi sleepily entering the kitchen, yawning. 

“G’morning...” she finally says, her voice cracking from tiredness. *Mor--

Immediately as he turns around towards her he regrets that decision. For some strange reason, she was freely walking around with a long shirt that, unfortunately, still showed a bit of her underwear. I mean, sure, she can be comfortable in her own home but this is a bit... and this wasn’t the first time, it’s been like this since day one. Either way, she was very clearly confused by his sudden embarrassment.

*S-sorry I... really tried to ignore it but... Could you please... put on some pants? he asks awkwardly stroking his face downward.

She was even more confused for a fraction of a second, but that immediately changed into a BURST of flashy red throughout her entire face. She had completely forgotten to cease this habit, especially since there was a stranger currently living in her house. FUCK! She runs to her room, yelling with her mouth close. She frantically puts some pajama pants and accidentally stumbles on the floor as she puts in on too quickly, making her trip. She comes back yelling the same way, running back towards G and yanks him.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME SOONER!?” she yells, VERY embarrassed. *I-I dunno! I didn’t want to judge...

She makes incomprehensible noises, completely distraught about this entire situation. I mean, if it was obviously uncomfortable for him, even if she was okay with it, she wouldn’t mind if he just stated his feelings about it. Well, she couldn’t completely blame him for this. After all, she was the stupider in this situation, it’s not like he would know better. She sighs, calming herself.

“A-anyway... what are we eating today, Gordon Ramsey?” *... E-eggs? he asks, a bit confused.

It seemed like a recurring theme that he was occasionally called random names that started with “G”. However, he never gets it, even though he knows it’s some sort of joke or funny reference that he is, unfortunately, missing. He’d probably laugh if he knew who these people were.

“Aw, man... again? It’s been three days, dude. Can we maybe slow down with the eggs??”  *Not really... It’s gonna expire soon. Plus, this is the last batch. he replies, going back to cooking breakfast.

There was a short pause.

*Besides... they’re EGG-celent. he continues, turning towards her with a big grin on his face.

That caught her so off guard that she snorted, covering her mouth with her hand to keep her from laughing. However, she was about to burst.

*Pffheheh, sorry... I really had to.

There was no response, however, she was dying on the inside. She really really didn’t want to explode in laughter, but she was clearly on the verge to, laughing silently.

*Yumi, are you--?

Suddenly unable to hold it in, she burst into laughter. It was probably one of the weirdest, craziest and worst laughs even known to man. Although she was clearly resisting the urge to laugh, it only made it worse with the decreasing or increasing volume of her screeching, wheezing and something I can barely describe as a normal laugh. All of these mixes together made for a spectacular view of someone trying to stop laughing, but her own laughter made her laugh, taking breaks by painting and rethinking about the joke and laughing again, which made the cycle almost neverending, even though it only lasted a couple of minutes. The pun wasn’t even that great and yet... Holy shit.

He started laughing a bit as well, I mean, who wouldn’t. However, she quickly managed to calm herself and was clearly embarrassed by the whole thing.

“U-um, sorry... I have a really horrible laugh...”  *Heh, it’s fine. I actually--

Suddenly, he was cut off by the loud sounds of beeping. It was the smoke detector, the eggs have burnt in their distraction.

*“THE EGGS!” they both shout, frantically trying to save it.

Later in the evening, Yumi had returned from work. As she opens the door, she immediately smells a strange sent that mildly resembles... cigarettes. She rushes inside and heads to the living room. As expected, G was smoking, sitting casually on the sofa-bed.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing!?” she shouts to him. *Ah, sorry... I should’ve asked. he says, clearly regretting it. “You can smoke, but not IN the house!” *Sorry, sorry... “Just- go to the balcony while i remove the smell...” she orders pointing the direction to the balcony.

After frantically opening every other window and spraying the house with Frebreeze(tm), Yumi headed outside to the balcony to join him, a few minutes later.

“Hey.” *...? I thought you didn’t like the smell. he says, a bit confused. “I mean... the smell is not the best but...” *But...? “I don’t personally mind all that much?” *... w h a t ? he asks, even more confused. “Hold on- let me explain... It’s... because of my brother.” *...? “He’s kind of... allergic to it. He gets migraines from just the smell.” *... Does he live with you or...? he asks, puffing in his cigarette. “No... He just visits often.”  *... Oh. he says, puffing out some smoke.

There was a small pause before she continued the conversation.

“Actually, we’re twins!” she says enthusiastically. *Seriously? ... Hard to picture. “H-what? Why?” she asks, almost chuckling. *I dunno... it’s a bit weird to imagine someone that looks exactly like you, I guess. he shrugs. “Well, I guess... but we don’t look THAT alike.” *Oh, really? he questions jokingly. “Yeah, like... he’s paler than me, he has green eyes, his hair USED to be blond but... Ah, I forget the term, it’s--” *Pffheheh, I was joking. I believe you. he cuts her, chuckling. “... Oh.” she says, a bit embarrassed that she didn’t get it.

There was another pause as she was trying to dissipate her embarrassment.

“A-anyway, G...” she continues. *Hm? he puffs in his cigarette again. “Do you... have any siblings?” she asks a bit carefully.

There was a long pause as he silently slowly exhales out all of the smoke he was keeping in his non-existent lungs. Clearly, it was a difficult question, weirdly so or not, as his previous mocking yet still serious expression slowly changed into a more almost melancholic expression. She almost regrets asking that question, as confused as she is as to why he reacted that way.

No matter how much he believed the opposite, it wasn’t just “them” that knew that hat he was about to say was a complete lie. It was the first and, hopefully, only lie he’d ever tell someone and himself. 

*No.

[hellowhatsupfriend]

france ship 

ur character got drunk after being dumped in high school and decided to win over the love of their life by throwing rocks at their window at 3 in the morning .. only they completely missed the street n it was parkers .. she opens the window, they feel bad, apologize and leave .. next day they got seated together at math. they will do anything to pass the time.. (yea .. probably making origami and telling everyone in class to pass their rubbers so they can stack them on top of each other . ) ended up going to lunch detention more times than going to lunch but they didnt mind .. they got to see what the janitor’s storage looks like and wear those yellow cleaning gloves for the rest of the day n when someone asked them why ? they smile. no reply. they ended up going completely different ways .. while parker went to a community college for journalism .. they were probably doing much bigger things but they always kept in touch whether it was through phone calls or texts . now that they are on the show, they take every opportunity to mess w people the way they did back in the good ol days (they are old! just kidding. im barely alive) 

they were NEIGHbours (haha) for a while when they were kids and they’d come over to each others houses for pancakes and spongebob. parker probably scared away their bullies by kicking a soccer ball right in the bullies face .. went hunting for the weirdest bugs they could find. sat under the table at a mutual family friends wedding the entire day talking about what dessert theyd want to be, if they were a dessert  “id like to be a cream puff. a cream puff with apricots or even a plain one. lukewarm at the bakery .. in the window.”   “a CREAM PUFF?! as in cake?” “Of course!!! what else? a cream puff is a cream puff!!!” “a cream puff... you are weird.”  probably lost contact completely after parker relocated w her mom so for a while they probably had no idea it was them on the show until they heard each others names .. 

they worked at an indoor go karting speedway together at one point .. probably got drunk at 18 after closing hours and talked about fitting in, n broken hearts .. maybe at one point even kissed but laughed it off .. “see NOW i know why u dont have a girlfriend” . probably pranked each other at any given opportunity ( still do) 

friends w benefits thing !!! we can expand on this based on ur characters personality ..  they were both stuck in the elevator before a movie casting and ended up talking non stop throughout the whole 4 hours they were there for .. they exchanged numbers but none of them actually reached out since they r both the type of people who wait for someone to talk to them first .. ended up both not getting the role so parker texted them about it and they bonded over mutual failure .. we can plot futher on what this new close proximity actually means for them ??? maybe they hate each other now??? idk things change ??? im so tired

the kind of friendship where they make each other laugh through trying to out do their own insults ... “oh nice shirt. where did you find it? at the bottom of a dumpster? smells like its been shit on. or maybe its just you” .. a big fat silence “did anyone hear something???? sounded like a big old mouth fart”

uhhhhh whateva else im tired 

roman attic 

(ok nevermind im tired this is just a bunch of aus i found ... we can interpret them in our own way! if ur interested .. sorry im tired x20 also these will be like in every possible narrative ever so sorry lol) 

she helped them get through a rough patch without realising it. she volunteered for a free late evenings and overnights mental health help line in college and they called her every week for months then they asked her out for coffee .. there was a lot of chemistry but parker knew she couldnt invest in a relationship at the time because of her own struggles so she had to decline when they offered a proper date .. now they wanna know why 

going through a really bad break up and answering the door for your pizza in a baggy t-shirt and your underwear because you have nothing left to lose and the pizza boy is genuinely very concerned about you being okay so he assures you he’s not a serial killer and invites you to get dressed and ride shotgun in his shitty silver car while he delivers pizza for the rest of the night and he listens to you talk and tells you how much off an idiot your asshole ex was

ever since 7th grade, muse a and muse b had been inseparable. the two knew each other like the back of their hands. they saw each other run through petty middle school crushes, family hardships, and more. they argued, they laughed, they did absolutely anything and everything together. however, they were always just friends. freshman year of high school muse a had confessed the crush they developed on muse b. that confession changed their entire relationship. the summer into their sophomore year, muse b stopped talking to muse a. their friendship ended within a blink of an eye. they didn’t talk for years. until senior year, muse a got into a relationship. muse a’s significant other took them to a party where muse a would be introduced to a “very important person,” the best friend. muse a was nervous, hoping and praying for the approval. when they arrived, muse a was shocked to see that the infamous best friend was muse b.

hello ???!?!??!?! love rosie plot? 

here’s these two idiots who are roommates, and they bicker and act like a married couple constantly, and can hang out like best friends but they’re completely platonic, no we’re not in love that’s preposterous!! and it’s so evident that they’re into each other like whenever one goes out on a date, the other is all bitter like ‘no i’m definitely not jealous’. and they like leave bars together at some stupidly early hour and their friends tease them and they just go home and get drunk together instead. and like domestic washing the dishes and fighting over who does what and flinging soap at each other.

(forget the pronouns ... im just copying and pasting lol) i really want a plot where this totally sweet girl is dating this total ass and he prob cheats on her all the time and is so shitty to her but she stays because she’s sweet and caring and he’s all she’s ever known and they used to be so in love but anyways he’s totally one of those guys who brings around his douche friends and they sit on the couch and talk about chicks and drugs and partying and she is supposed 2 be the regular house wife gf who brings them food and sits next to him when they watch movies so he can flaunt her and just be /: a dick /: ANYWAYS his fellow douche friend starts to slowly be like god this guy is so awful to her and he starts following her out of the room instead of staying to high five his friend for cheating on her w some club girl and idk he just generally starts hanging out with her more while her bf and his other friends hang out in the basement or some shit and they’ll like sit on the porch while he smokes and they just talk or he’ll help her make food or ANYTHING and it can go so many cute ways tbh like ? he could be listening to the friend brag about sleeping around one day or see him being shitty to her like yelling at her for nothing ro smth and just be like DAMN I’VE HAD ENOUGH and finally break and yell at his friend and fight for her and accidently admit that he thinks she’s totally amazing and he’d cherish her sm or he could kiss her one night while they’re talking and they could start sneaking around behind the friends back or anything so !

m and f are both celebs. m is very cocky and a big ladies’ man who loves to sleep around and party and all that. f is a little pop star who keeps to herself and never creates drama and is well-liked by the public. m and f meet at an event one night. all m can think about afterward is f and how cool and different she is, while f never wants to see m again after living up to his reputation for being a bit of a jerk. SO m starts to do everything in his power to make f like him… and f starts to like him but in the most pure way possible ?? and they get along so well and genuinely have fun??

agent who has to protect a civilian by pretending to be married

just kiddin lol 

they had that sickening real kind of love where theyd practically kill for each other.. except they never put labels on things and it turns out one of them found a more convenient love and was scared to tell the other until a big fight where everything was said and they parted ways .. they asked them to stay, said they will do anything to fix things but the only thing that could fix things was to turn the time back.. they ended unsolved because one of them just refused to answer their texts. its been a year and they still think about each other at night, even with other people in their arms. “you looked at me like i was your answer, i looked at you like you meant something”

otter

my friend can’t stop talking about how they want to set me up with their other friend so we start texting each other and disagree on everything .. somehow its amusing how we are both so invested in making each others lives harder ???? i think it makes both of our lives a little better  

famlieh 

bad break up thing

WEHEYYYYYYYYY 

sorry im in pain

ill end this here