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i just wanna sit on his lap...
#with an arm wrapped around u!!!#he's smoking w his other hand and handing it to u every couple puffs#getting more and more touchy feely the higher u get!!!!#and u keep squirming around or tryna reposition urself#and he's all 'u good ma?'#(no!)#but he knows#smirking at ur desperation---#okay!#fontaine#cw weed
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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 wasnât like you couldnât sing. you werenât just really interested in theatre. you were more of a bookworm, film enthusiast galânot someone who acts and sings and oh my god did renjun just say DANCE
renjun is this yearâs production stage manager for the musical. he has a knack for plays and musicals so it was understandable why heâs in such a position.
renjunâs also the devilâs incarnate. youâve 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.
âauntie, i think itâd be a GREAT idea if you let my gorgeous best friend audition for sophieâ
renjun complimenting you meant trouble.
âsophie? as in mamma miaâs sophie?!â renjun nods and your mom shrieks right behind your ear.
judging from her tone of voice, sheâs set on bribing the principal to let you play the part. even if she has to pay a thousand bucks and mortgage the house.
âyou bastard!â
âi am, in fact, a legal child. you canât use that word on meâ
âstop being a sarcastic bitchâ
âthatâs you, sisâ
âRENJUNâ
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 sheâll cut you some slack finding a gift if you would at least try to audition for sophie. sheâll consider it as a birthday gift. begrudgingly, you agree cause sheâs 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 wasnât stoked for the musical, show up on the audition day.
the audition was a breezeâeasily passing the acting and singing category
(thank god for vocal classes every summer since third grade)
âso whoâs my leading man?â you ask renjun while he skims through the script at lunch
he corrects, âmenâ
you almost choke on your milk, âmen?!â
âoh wait, my badâ renjun corrects, âthat was for donna sheridanâ
âlee donghyuck,â 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.
youâve actually grown up with donghyuck but never got the chance to sit down and become friends with the boy. itâs 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.
letâs just say, this silent feud was going on your entire youth
âsave your dramatic ass for the musical. youâre gonna be his fiancĂ©e after all,â 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 donghyuckâs 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 youâre really his fiancĂ©e. as sophie you mean, not as donghyuckâs (yeah sure)
HIS VOCALS THOUGH
itâs 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 boyâs 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 egoâs downfall if you ever voiced it out loud and you werenât 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 renjunâs other friendsâjeno, mark, jaemin, and the ever so cute babies, chenle and jisung. some were part of the stage crew, some minor roles.
you still didnât talk to donghyuck, though. even if he was a part of renjunâs 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 thatâs 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 Friendsâą conjured a plan called, â#MakeSophieAndSkyLikeEachOtherâ aka â#SaveMammaMia2k18â
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, âlee donghyuck but you can call me hyuck, sweetheartâ
âcan youâi dunnoâbe normal for once, donghyuck?â you huff, crossing your arms
âokay, sweetheartâ
âthatâs so cheesyâ
âyou like itâ
âSHUT UP HYUCKâ
âoh shit, i think i like hyuck more than sweetheart. itâs settled then,â 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 didnât want to spoil this chance to get closer to you so he pokes the hell out of you.
âhyuck, cut it!!!â 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 couldnât 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 heâll 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.
âlook,â chenle lowkey points at you and donghyuck at the corner, âit seems like skyâs whipped for sophieâ
ânow that plan #MakeSophieAndSkyLikeEachOther is done, weâll proceed to the next one,â renjun rubs his hands together like a fly, lifting a brow at the guys
mark asks, curious, âwait, how sure are you that she likes hyuck?â
âhave you seen the girl smile THAT wide?!â renjun rolls his eyes
mark counts. each finger for each time he saw you smile in class. âfour timesâ âexactly,â and mark forms an âoâ with his lips
renjun continues, âand with hyuck?â
mark looks over to your direction and starts to count again. âtwelve times?!?!! under a minute?? how??â
âshe likes donghyuck, dumb ass,â jeno states, matter-of-factly
We Love Intellectual Friends
this time around, jisung formulates plan â#MakeSophieAndSkyConfessâ
renjun keeps donghyuck busy during take fiveâs so jaemin will have the chance to openly flirt with you. heâs the best flirt in the group.
it was like playing fire with fire
but renjun doesnât keep donghyuck busy enough for him to take notice of jaeminâs 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, âdonât talk too much with jaemin. he flirts with everyone.â
âoh so heâs like you,â you snap back and donghyuck was taken aback, clearly offended by your words.
âyouâre so pathetic,â 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 wasnât supposed to go that way!!!!
mark hits jisung on the arm and mutters an âi told you this wasnât a good ideaâ
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 donghyuckâs petty fight.
donghyuck sings the first verse:
I wasnât jealous before we met Now every man I see is a potential threat And Iâm possessive, it isnât nice Youâve heard me saying that smoking was my only vice But now it isnât true Now everything is new And all Iâve 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 donât know what youâve done with me A grown-up woman should never fall so easily I feel a kind of fear When I donât have you near Unsatisfied, I skip my pride I beg you dear
then the both of you begin to sing the chorus:
Donât go wasting your emotion Lay all your love on me Donât 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. itâs part of the script but somehow, his moves were too true to be plain acting.
âuh oh,â chenle massages his temples, âwe have to fix this, guysâ
âno shit. tomorrowâs opening night,â jisung retorts. he winces when chenle slaps his arm for disrespecting him.
âdonât worry, i have a plan,â renjun announces, crossing his arms
âoh no not again,â 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. âyouâll do spectacular tonight. i know it. break a leg!â 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 costumeâa loose blue shirt, tucked in, and black skinny jeans. as always, he took your breath away.
âhi,â his voice was small and soft, âiâm sorry. for yesterday. i didnât mean it. if anything, iâm the pathetic one.â
âyou are,â you say and donghyuck lets out an almost inaudible laugh. âiâm sorry too, hyuck. i was rude, and youâre right, i am pathetic.â
âyou arenât okay? the truth is, i liââ
âWHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN YOUR WORK CLOTHES?! WHY ARENâT YOU IN YOUR COSTUME JESUS CHRIST YOU STILL DONâT HAVE MAKEUP?!?!!!!â
renjun was blowing everyoneâs ears off
âiâll do her makeup, geez,â donghyuck grabs your wrist and stomps off to the makeup room.
âDONâT GIVE ME THAT SASSY ATTITUDE LEE DONGHYUCK YOUâRE GONNA GET THESE HANDSâ
renjun pls chill
hyuck is such a pro at makeup. like you didnât even know the step-by-step process but heâs basically nailing your makeup. being a part of the theatre club has its perks.
hyuck was doing your eye makeup and he realizes that heâs 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 heâll 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. donghyuckâs 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 doesnât 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: âCONFESS NOW, IDIOTâ 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 wonât feel blue Like I always do âCause somewhere in the crowd thereâs you
when he catches you in his arms, your eyes turn into crescent moons enough to make donghyuckâs heartbeat ring in his ears
âi like you,â donghyuck mouths
you were too busy dancing you miss the words he mouthed. you canât speak back cause the microphone would catch your voice so you mouth back, "you what?â
âi like youâ
âwHAâ"
you were cut off by hyuckâs lips pressing onto yours
somewhere in the background, the dreamies were jumping up and down, cheering, "GO GET ITâ
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 donghyuckâs 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 wasnât fervent or needy. it was only filled with much love and adoration.
donghyuck places his microphone far away from his lips and say, âi said i like youâ
âthatâs not part of the scriptâ
hyuck didnât miss the reddish pink color tinting your cheeks
âit was an impromptuâ
âdid you think of it beforehand?â
âno, i only felt itâ
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. letâs 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 itâs beyond perfect as a prompt. donât 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 !!!!!
LETâS 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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Chapter 2: Winds are a BlowinÊ»
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 okâs whenever he did his chores.
âMugman, can you gather the vegetables from the-â
âAlready on it!â The heated mug said in haste.
Even the chores inside the house was becoming even more difficult. âGrandson, I believe there is a leak in the-â
âOn it!â 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 couldnât 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 couldnât keep himself from burning up like a steaming kettleâŠ.. Kettle⊠He thought dozily while raking the leaves from the back yardâŠ.. It had been getting harder throughout the day to focus when all he could think about was his grandpaâs di-
âGAAAAAAAH!!!â Shouting at nothing, hands on his head and freaking out like a maniac. âWhat the hell Mugman!! Whatever youâre thinking it has to stop!! This is your grandpa for godâs sake!!â He reminded himself.
âSoooooooo, got yourself into a loversâ quarrel eh?â The mug shot out from his emotional outburst and turned towards the owner of that voice.
âOh *sigh* itâs youâŠâ Mugman heaved a relaxed sigh. It was psyhcarrot coming up for some water and O2 as usual.
âYa ainât gonâ solve anythinâ if ya keep to ya self.â He said leaning against a tree with a cig in hand.
âEasy for you to say, you plants donât care who you produce with.â He sighed in defeat. âLet alone producing asexually.â
âHmmm, True but I ainât the one complaining.â He puffed out some smoke
âThatâs not the pointâŠâ The distressed mug sat down on a trunk near the smoking carrot.
âThen what is Mug boy?â another Puff
âThis is a relative Iâm having conflicts about⊠You know you wanna forget about it but⊠your heart just wonât stop beating whenever you look at emââŠ.*sigh* ya get what Iâm saying?â He knew he shouldnât expose who this ârelativeâ is because of the uncertainty. But plants, including vegetables, donât even care if they âdo itâ or not. At least they can have sex with their relativesâŠ. LuckyâŠ.
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. âYa know Mug, ever since you and ya brother saved me and my veggie boys from our contracts, weâve been grateful for that⊠So let ol Psych give ya a helpingâ handâŠâ
Mugman looked up at the telekinetic vegetable. âI donât know P.C. Itâs just been difficultâŠ. I donât want to do something that I know itâs going to make difficult and not to mention, unexpected, changes. I just donât know what to doâŠâ
âWellâŠ. 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?â
ââŠ.NoâŠâ He shamefully said
âManâŠ.really are a virgin ainât ya?â He joked.
âShut upâ He playfully pushed him aside. They both shared a long good laugh. Psyhcarrot was one of Mugmanâs closest investors. After saving him and his crew, he had been forever thankful. And in exchange, theyÊ»d 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.
âBut still Muggie, As a friend, I really donât care what ya do because as long as ya happy with the decisions that ya make⊠In this day and age nowâs a time ta get experimentalâŠ. But my only concern is ya brother. Does he know?â
A groan emitted from the now even more depressed mug. âMy brother would FREAK... If he finds out what I did or how I feel I donât know what heâll do or what heâll say!!!â
âBy who, pray tell, says ya canât feel a certain way? Ya how old Mug boy?â
ââŠ.27?â he flatly stated.
âThatâs basically an adult. Ya have every right to feel how ya want to feel! Ya donât have to tell him everything. You are ya own cupâ
He does have a point, Mugman stated slowly coming into realization.
âAnd ya brother? Does he ever tell ya what he does for a livinâ?â
âNo?â
âExactly! Heâs living his life the way he wants, and here ya are huffinâ and moaninâ like a little seedlinâ. Grow a pair of cloves for once.â He chuckled while patting the now fully calm mugs back.
âYour right P.C.⊠I never thought about itâŠ.Thanksâ He felt a sense of relief that someone actually cares about his wellbeing.
âNo ProblemâŠ..Weâll I gotta get back underground. Too much sunlight can shrivel this carrot to a crisp.â The carrot got up from the tree.
âIf ya have any problems, just send me a hoot and holler and Iâll be comin, and donât worry about the next harvest this year. Iâll take care of it. You need to relax that brain of yours Mug Head.â He finally stated and disappeared into the ground.
âHehe Thanksâ he whisperedâŠ. âI think Iâm gonna take it easy todayâŠâ 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 didnât 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. âAaaaaahh that hits the stop.â 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.
âI wonder what gran-âHe froze. His usual line that he says to himself whenever it was dinner time. His face flushed again. Oh god Iâm gonna have to face him again, his face full of dread. Reminiscing back to this morning.
âMy boy, did you have a good swim?ââŠâŠâŠâŠâŠ.
âŠ.. OhâŠ. DearâŠ.GOD!!!! The mug slowly turned toward the voice in fear.
His grandfather was there in the bushes, carrying what looks like a picnic basket.
âG-g-g-g-g-grandpa?!â He jumped hastily to his pile of clothing only to grab a shirt to cover himself.
âW-w-w-w-what are you doing here?!â
âI havenât seen you all day I thought about having a picnic dinner with my hard working grandson.â 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?
âU-um you didnât have to come out to see meâŠ.. I was just about to head into the house.â
âWell⊠Iâm here now. I brought the food anyway so we can just eat out here. Might as well right?â
âR-right...â 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. âOh, Thank You.â He smiled.
After setting everything up, they both sat in silence enjoying the scenery and the food that came with it. âThe food is delicious as always grandpa.â Mugman declared, enjoying the vegetable soup that his grandfather prepared. âIt was nothing my boy, your grandma showed me how to cook. She knew I wouldnât survive on just my inventions so she taught me how to prepare meals.â He chuckled. âI was glad that I learned from her or else you wouldâve suffered from my bad cooking.â 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 couldnât just let it go. He enjoyed his companyâŠ. He may even be in lo-
âI remember when you and your brother were just younginâs when you came to this pond.â A chuckle emitted from him âYou were so scared to jump in thinking that you were going to get chased by a shark.â 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 didnât know how to swim just yet until his grandfather jumped in and saved him from his âimminent demise.â 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. âWhatâs wrong?â The mug looked toward his grandfather, concern all over his face. âI-itâs nothing.â
âCome now, you can tell your old man.â The old kettle pats his back in comfort.
âI guess I have no other choice huh?â He chuckled wiping a tear from his other eye.
âItâs justâŠâ He fumbled with his words. âI actually⊠missed having your arms around meâŠ. W-when I was a childâŠâ His cheeks started to show a tint of red. âIâve kind of missed being a child and getting your attention⊠Now that Iâm an adult I canât receive that same treatment.â 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.
âMugmanâŠâ The elderly kettle patted his back âNo 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 donât have to be afraid of me. You will and forever will be my grandsonâ Those words shot like cupidâs arrow through his heart.
He began to fumble with his words. âT-then is it ok to receive a h-hug from y-you now?â 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 wasnât the only thing, he was able to hear his grandfatherâs heartbeat. It was beating fast.
Two hearts beating in rhythm due to the close contact. âIt has been awhile my boyâŠâ He softly heard a gulp. Was the elder kettle getting nervous? He wondered but snuggled deeper into his grandfatherâs 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. âItâs getting late my boy, we better clean this up and retire to our abode.â He smiled.
ây-yeah, okâ And with that, they began to pack everything up and returned to the windmill.
Theyâve noticed a light emitted from the house, as they took a curious step into the corridor they noticed Cuphead unwrapping some boxes.
âHey Mugs! Gramps! Where have ya been! I just got home early and I wanted to celebrate!â He carried two heavy bottles of what seems to be alcohol.
âUm whatâs the occasion?â The mug boy asked. He put down the picnic basket next to the coat rack.
âWhat I canât drink with my family? I just got a big pay today and I thought we should drink in merriment to my BIG RAISE!â He set down a couple of shot glasses.
Both the mug and kettle looked over at each other. âI guess one drink wouldnât hurt right?â
The elder kettle grinned, âI wouldnât mind one drink, it has been awhile since this ol kettle had a 40â (40 â Slang word for alcohol in the 40sâ)
âThen letâs have a TOAST!â Shouted the cup boy.
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Walking on Eggshells
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A few days has passed since G has started living in Yumiâs 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.Â
âGâmorning...â 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 wasnât the first time, itâs 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.
âWHY DIDNâT YOU TELL ME SOONER!?â she yells, VERY embarrassed. *I-I dunno! I didnât 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 wouldnât mind if he just stated his feelings about it. Well, she couldnât completely blame him for this. After all, she was the stupider in this situation, itâs not like he would know better. She sighs, calming herself.
âA-anyway... what are we eating today, Gordon Ramsey?â *... E-eggs? he asks, a bit confused.
It seemed like a recurring theme that he was occasionally called random names that started with âGâ. However, he never gets it, even though he knows itâs some sort of joke or funny reference that he is, unfortunately, missing. Heâd probably laugh if he knew who these people were.
âAw, man... again? Itâs been three days, dude. Can we maybe slow down with the eggs??â *Not really... Itâs gonna expire soon. Plus, this is the last batch. he replies, going back to cooking breakfast.
There was a short pause.
*Besides... theyâre 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 didnât 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 wasnât even that great and yet... Holy shit.
He started laughing a bit as well, I mean, who wouldnât. However, she quickly managed to calm herself and was clearly embarrassed by the whole thing.
âU-um, sorry... I have a really horrible laugh...â *Heh, itâs 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.
*âTHE EGGS!â 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.
âHey! What do you think youâre doing!?â she shouts to him. *Ah, sorry... I shouldâve asked. he says, clearly regretting it. âYou can smoke, but not IN the house!â *Sorry, sorry... âJust- go to the balcony while i remove the smell...â 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.
âHey.â *...? I thought you didnât like the smell. he says, a bit confused. âI mean... the smell is not the best but...â *But...? âI donât personally mind all that much?â *... w h a t ? he asks, even more confused. âHold on- let me explain... Itâs... because of my brother.â *...? âHeâs kind of... allergic to it. He gets migraines from just the smell.â *... Does he live with you or...? he asks, puffing in his cigarette. âNo... He just visits often.â *... Oh. he says, puffing out some smoke.
There was a small pause before she continued the conversation.
âActually, weâre twins!â she says enthusiastically. *Seriously? ... Hard to picture. âH-what? Why?â she asks, almost chuckling. *I dunno... itâs a bit weird to imagine someone that looks exactly like you, I guess. he shrugs. âWell, I guess... but we donât look THAT alike.â *Oh, really? he questions jokingly. âYeah, like... heâs paler than me, he has green eyes, his hair USED to be blond but... Ah, I forget the term, itâs--â *Pffheheh, I was joking. I believe you. he cuts her, chuckling. â... Oh.â she says, a bit embarrassed that she didnât get it.
There was another pause as she was trying to dissipate her embarrassment.
âA-anyway, G...â she continues. *Hm? he puffs in his cigarette again. âDo you... have any siblings?â 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 wasnât just âthemâ that knew that hat he was about to say was a complete lie. It was the first and, hopefully, only lie heâd ever tell someone and himself.Â
*No.
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france shipÂ
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 janitorâs 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)Â
they were NEIGHbours (haha) for a while when they were kids and theyâd 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 âid like to be a cream puff. a cream puff with apricots or even a plain one. lukewarm at the bakery .. in the window.â  âa CREAM PUFF?! as in cake?â âOf course!!! what else? a cream puff is a cream puff!!!â âa cream puff... you are weird.â 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 ..Â
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 .. âsee NOW i know why u dont have a girlfriendâ . probably pranked each other at any given opportunity ( still do)Â
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 ... âoh nice shirt. where did you find it? at the bottom of a dumpster? smells like its been shit on. or maybe its just youâ .. a big fat silence âdid anyone hear something???? sounded like a big old mouth fartâ
uhhhhh whateva else im tiredÂ
roman atticÂ
(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)Â
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 whyÂ
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 heâs 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 didnât talk for years. until senior year, muse a got into a relationship. muse aâs significant other took them to a party where muse a would be introduced to a âvery important person,â 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?Â
hereâs these two idiots who are roommates, and they bicker and act like a married couple constantly, and can hang out like best friends but theyâre completely platonic, no weâre not in love thatâs preposterous!! and itâs so evident that theyâre into each other like whenever one goes out on a date, the other is all bitter like âno iâm definitely not jealousâ. 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 sheâs sweet and caring and heâs all sheâs ever known and they used to be so in love but anyways heâs 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 theyâll like sit on the porch while he smokes and they just talk or heâll 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 IâVE HAD ENOUGH and finally break and yell at his friend and fight for her and accidently admit that he thinks sheâs totally amazing and heâd cherish her sm or he could kiss her one night while theyâre 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 ladiesâ 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 lolÂ
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. âyou looked at me like i was your answer, i looked at you like you meant somethingâ
otter
my friend canât 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 Â
famliehÂ
bad break up thing
WEHEYYYYYYYYYÂ
sorry im in pain
ill end this hereÂ
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