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[cmdr-alenko-keaton]

All I Need in this Life is Your Crazy Love.→

Who: Chandler Alenko, Jake Keaton, Spencer Keaton, Emerson Ellington-MacKenzie (but only because she’s awesome)


When: Friday night, April 15, 2016


Where: The bar in Brooklyn that Emerson did her performance thing at that I’ve forgotten the name of.


What: Kelenko have been weird. Jazz wants to fix it.

It started because of Em. The idea anyway. It’s mostly because of her, let’s get this straight right now, that Jazz was even able to do any of this. But really, it starts with a song. Jake’s words from their earlier conversation that week about their happiness ring in his head as he hears an unfamiliar song drifting from the slightly open door of Emerson’s office. Chandler’s struck with an idea.

Emerson does most of the talking, since Jazz’s stutter pisses him off enough to make it worse. Though it’s all Jazz’s plans. The venue was Emerson’s idea however. It took two whole days of “overtime” for them to get all the arrangements in place. There wasn’t much, it wasn’t anything extravagant, though Emerson had offered to make it so if that’s what Chandler wanted. It wasn’t, certainly not after he’d seen what the empty bar alone had looked like.

It didn’t take much convincing on Em’s part to let them have the bar a few ours before the officially opened for the night. Of course when you waved a checkbook the size of hers around, nothing really did. He realized, as he stood on the stage with Spencer on his hip, that he didn’t need much more that his guitar and cue cards (and he really wished he didn’t need those either. Though Jake did seem to be okay with the mutism he’s been putting out.) In the end, it probably takes way too long for Jazz to text his fiance the address with instructions to meet him here. But once he did, he started pacing nervously, stuttering his fears to Emerson as she tries to keep Spencer amused.

[cmdr-alenko-keaton]

If they knew all about you, They'd end up loving you too →

Who: Chandler Alenko, Jake Keaton, and introducing Spencer Keaton 
When: Four fucking am on Tuesday, March 29, 2016 
Where: The Alenko Keaton home. 
What: Chandler gets woken up by knocking because baby.

“Alright, arsehole. I’m coming,” he says with a yawn. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Waking me up in the middle of the night-” There’s no one there on the other side of the door. Jazz takes a step forward as he looks down the hall and hits his foot on something hard and plastic. His gaze falls to the ground only briefly as the sound of the stairwell door closing draws his attention. Chandler jumps over the car carrier holding the sleeping baby as he rushes to the stairs. “Hey!” he shouts as he shoves the door open. “Hey wait!” But the stairwell is seemingly empty, he even goes down a floor to see if he could find whomever it was that thought it was funny to drop a baby off at his flat. But there was no one.

Jazz goes back to his flat, door still wide open, baby blocking his entrance. He’s not sure what to do, but realizes he probably looks crazy, in nothing but slightly too big pants hanging low on his hips staring at a sleeping baby at four-something in the morning. So, he picks up the blue paisley bag and the carseat and takes both into the apartment. Shutting the door with his foot, he brings the car seat to the table and sets it and the bag on top.

There’s a Manila envelope in the front pocket of the diaper bag with Jake’s name scrawled over-elegantly in thick black sharpie. Inside, there’s three sheets of paper; a letter addressed to Jake, the birth certificate from the hospital, and the one from the state of New York, as well as his social security card. He looks at it all long enough to discover the baby’s name is Spencer, his mother’s name is Sarah, and at first glance Jake’s the baby daddy. The letter is crass and bitchy and at one point Chandler’s referred to as Jake’s “new toy”. Which makes him bristle. Mostly this Sarah chick just chews Jake out for knocking her up and repeatedly says he should have to deal with the consequences of his stupidity and try his hand as a single parent because “your new toy is bound to leave when he finds out.”

Sometime during the reading, Spencer gets fussy. Chandler doesn’t bother to look up as he rocks the seat, shushing under his breath. Spencer hushes. Years of being a foster kid, and helping with the younger kids in both boys’ and foster homes, making themselves known again. He doesn’t think he’s ever had to take care of someone as young as four-month-old Soencer. By the time he’s read the note three or four times, it’s no longer an un godly hour and Jazz has to get up in a half hour anyway. His temper get the best of him and, instead of being the nice fiancé who understands Jake had no idea he appears to have a kid, he’s an ass who goes to wake him up by pulling the blanket off his naked lover. “Jake get your ass up. We need to talk.”

[cmdr-alenko-keaton]

We had to try something new. We had to make heads turn. →

TAGGING →  Chandler Alenko and Jake Keaton

LOCATION →  At the movies

TIMEFRAME →  Monday night, March 14, 2016

NOTES →  Kelenko go on a date to the movies, and not watch the film. Chandler wears a skirt, for the first time ever and in public no less.

Chandler was going to be late. That was the bottom line. The mini fashion show/shopping spree went way past the time allotted, plus Em had somehow managed to convince him that shaving his legs was the greatest idea ever (which it was, just don’t tell her that). It actually made him feel more confident, Enough, that he’d finally bought that lingerie he’d been trying to convince himself to. Which is why he was late, because on top of the extra time it took to find his size in a set he liked, he still had to go back to their apartment and drop off all of his shopping bags. (So maybe he or Emerson bought more than he really needed...)

So, now he was rushing through Midtown Manhattan to meet his boyfriend at the the theater to...not watch something. Jake’s continuous stream of messages was not helping. But at least they were trying to pick out a movie. Jake’s not hard to spot, even with his back turned. He was a 6′4′‘ fucking giant after all. Jazz stands on the tip of his toes to cover Jake’s eyes from behind. “Before I let you turn around, love, you have to promise you won’t laugh. Okay? I wanted to do something special for you, since I kinda figured you were into it.”

[cmdr-alenko-keaton]

I'll Keep You My Dirty Little Secret →

TAGGING → Chandler “Jazz” Alenko & Jake Keaton

LOCATION → Jake’s apartment

TIMEFRAME → Monday, January 18, 2016

NOTES → Jake finally convinced Jazz they should fuck. Here goes nothing. (Otherwise know as Chandler’s V-card.)

[godrxcgryffindor-blog]

Removing his hood with a slow breath, Godric eyed the town -- York. By the time the sun began to fall on the horizon each of the people he had lettered would arrive. The thought of Rowena and the lack of a response caused a feeling of discomfort to pull at his belly. His hand roamed to his sword, a feeling of comfort washing over him as he trudged into the tavern with the symbol of a lion etched into the wooden sign. He paused in front of it, eyeing it curiously before entering. He'd need at least a pint of mead to get through the night, and took to an empty table away from the crowds.

[chxkyeon]

Ɛnfants du monde ∞ Hakyeon & Ahri.

        { ∞ }        With each step Ahri walked further away from her classroom, and felt like the tension being built up from her test was decreasing. She wondered what could do her better in that moment and after moving her gaze around the place she reached, a soft smile spread across her expression when spotting the student lounge close by. Following the path which led there, she entered and was immediately welcomed by a rather warm and familiar homey feeling. 

         Running her hand through her hair as the strong smell of freshly brewed coffee invaded her nostrils, she could barely wait to order one for herself as well. Enjoying the little things in life was one of the habits she used to have when she afforded some spare time away from her job and life obligations. As she spotted a nice place to sit at, her eyes roamed across the room and stopped for a moment on a particular figure. Sitting alone at the table, he writing rather randomly, in her opinion, on a notepad, his face displaying a male’s expression lost in deep and messy thoughts. When her eyes traced the graphite lines which resulted from the other’s scribbling, she almost froze on the spot, widening her eyes when recognizing the words from a another language, displaying on the sheet.

                                                    { Jᴇ sᴜɪs ᴜɴ ᴇɴғᴀɴᴛ ᴅᴜ ᴍᴏɴᴅᴇ. }

         Changing her target, she walked straight to the other’s table, but with slow and calculated steps, eyes still glued to the grey lines impregnated on the piece of paper. Pulling out a chair and sitting down, her expression was bright, displaying a subtle smile. 

                           ❝ ― May I? ❞

         She asked, gently patting his hand to make him notice her presence before casually sliding his notepad away from him to quickly scribble down her own words. 

                                                 ― Jᴇ sᴜɪs ᴜɴ ᴇɴғᴀɴᴛ ᴅᴜ ᴍᴏɴᴅᴇ,                                                Cᴜʀɪᴇᴜsᴇ ᴅᴇ ᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀɪᴇ ᴠᴀɢᴀʙᴏɴᴅᴇ.                                               Pᴜɪs-ᴊᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍᴇᴛᴛʀᴇ ᴅᴇ ᴛᴇ ᴅᴇʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ,                                             Pᴏᴜʀ ɴᴏᴜs ғᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ᴜɴᴇ ɴᴏᴜᴠᴇʟʟᴇ ᴀᴍɪᴛɪᴇ? ―

         Putting down her pencil, Ahri playfully winked at the male student then pushed back his belonging to him while she calmly waited, wondering what kind of response he would give her back.

It had been quite a while now ever since he had sat down by the wooden table to work on a project for one of his classes whilst occasionally scribbling down some French words that kept roaming through his mind down on a piece of paper. His home seemed so far away, those friends he hadn't seen in person in over half a year - of course they skyped whenever the time difference allowed them to, however his only true friend was his boss at his job, Jihoon. 

Fingers brushed over graphite lines as he seemed to be lost in thought, memories of his home, Reims, returning to his mind - the first time he could remember entering the vast cathedral and how scared he was of it all at that time, the statues seemingly demons to him; that one time his parents had visited this one particular restaurant with him in which he was allowed to enter the kitchen and watch the cook as he made Hakyeon's food - both things had happened in the year he had turned 6. 

When he felt someone tapping his hand, he turned around to gaze at a female he had never seen before, confused expression on his face as she took away his notepad. However his expression soon changed into a happy one when he read her words, nodding quickly. "Oui, assieds-toi," he replied before deciding to switch to Korean, knowing that even more memories would return to him in case he were to continue speaking French. 

"I've never seen you around, are you one of the new students by any chance?" he asked curiously before realizing it'd be more polite to introduce himself first. "My name is Cha Hakyeon by the way, it's a pleasure to meet you." 

[chxkyeon]

Blind Date || Yukwon & Hakyeon

Yukwon wriggled slightly on his chair, chewing on his lower lip out of habit as he kept on glancing towards the door of the pastry shop. A pastry shop was supposedly nice for a first meeting/set-up date, or that was what he had been told. 

He let out a nervous breath, drumming his fingers against his left thigh. One of his friend’s older sister had asked him a few days ago if he was interested in meeting, as in going on a date, with a french-korean boy she had meet with. Yukwon agreed, because it had been ages since he had been on a date and also because he was curious. And well, he had nothing to lose actually: if the date was going fine, it was cool and if it wasn’t, they’ll just say goodbye to each other after spending the day together. 

The door opened once again and Yukwon looked up, his eyes widening slightly. This was probably him, he thought while he looked up at the male who seemed as nervous as he, himself, was. Their gazes locked for a second, quietly acknowledging each other and Yukwon gave a small awkward wave. The boy was gorgeous. 

"Hi. I’m Yukwon." He greeted softly with a little smile once the other had joined him. He really didn’t know what to expect from this date, but a small part inside him hoped the date would be successful in some ways. 

This was a stupid idea - but his friends had insisted on him having a blind date with another friend of theirs, something Hakyeon wasn't really fond of. First off he wasn't looking for anyone to date as no one would put up with his job anyways, and he couldn't afford to quit it either, secondly he knew that such blind dates usually were plain awkward and most of the time ended in friendship - something the host actually hoped for as well. 

Hakyeon had been a little bit late as he had missed the bus and had to change buses in the process of getting to the pastry shop, already feeling sorry since the other male - whose name he didn't know - had to wait for someone like the host. 

However once he entered the shop, he smiled widely, glancing at someone who fitted the description one of his friends had given him and approached the said male's table. Sitting down after bowing to the seemingly younger male, he chuckled softly and introduced himself as well. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Yukwon .. I'm Hakyeon and I'm really awkward, sorry about that in advance."