He wants them back

Cedric pulled on his boxers, but they were stuck fast and the thorny liana refused to let them go.

"That's weird," Cedric said, his fingers running over the material, searching for where it had gotten caught. "There's no way these things have hidden Velcro power." He tried to pick at the thorns, but only managed to get pricked for his efforts.

"Come on, Cedric, stop wasting time."

"Okay, okay, fine," Cedric grumbled, and gave his boxers a yank. Aside from the branch they were on swaying in the wind, it had no discernible effect. The leaves on the other lianas overhead rustled, as though they were mocking him.

"Let me just..." Adrian reached out with the scissors, just as Cedric gripped his boxers and pulled them as hard has he could, putting his weight behind it. The branch creaked as it swung towards him, and the overhead rustling got much louder...

"WATCH OUT!" Adrian shouted and jumped aside, right as Cedric felt what felt like a thousand tiny needles stab him in the back. He turned around... and felt his fear start to rise as neither the shirt nor the shorts he was wearing turned with him. One of those damned lianas had somehow managed to drape itself all the way down the back of his tee and his shorts, its tip resting near his calf.

"Oh, for FUCK'S SAKE...!"

Ethan, who had also managed to dodge the lianas that had fallen from the tree, facepalmed. "Here we go again..."

Adrian snorted. "I told you to stop wasting time and cut the damn thing loose. This? This is your own fault."

Cedric could already feel his face prematurely burn. He felt pretty sure he knew how this was going to end - and it definitely wasn't an end he was looking forward to. Unfortunately, there was nothing much he could do. "Any way you could, uh, cut the cloth off so that it survives?"

"Oh, now you want to listen to me?"

"Nope. Doesn't look like it, it's all the way down the back. Time to show off your bare ass again," said Ethan cheerfully.

"Tell you what. You stay here first. Ethan and I will go grab your stuff," Adrian suggested with a sigh. "Or whatever we can salvage, anyway. You can do your walk of shame later."

"Fuck me," Cedric cursed.

"Oh, don't look so down, Ceddy, it's going to be okay," Ethan said as he and Adrian turned to leave. "No harm in a bit of showing off, right?"

"That's not what you said when Adrian's sister saw your dick!"

---

For the next ten minutes, Cedric remained rooted to the spot, ruminating over his life choices.

I should never have come into this damn graveyard, Cedric thought. Everything's been so embarrassing since then. And inconvenient. And embarrassing. And stupid. Did I mention embarrassing?

Little did he know that it was about to get worse.

"The fuck?" Cedric suddenly exclaimed, slapping the side of his head. It felt like a warm, wet finger had just stuck itself into his ear - but there was nothing there.

A few seconds later, he felt the same sensation again - this time over the nape of his neck. But similarly, when he reached for it, he felt nothing. He felt a tiny sense of unease start to come over him.

When something started to tickle the top of his spine, his hand shot back - and this time, it finally made contact with something. He grabbed it and yanked it over his head, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw a very thin vine, one of the ones that had fallen from overhead.

"Hah! I knew it. Stupid leaves from this stupid tree plant thing from this stupid graveyard..."

That was when something poked him right in the ass.

"AAAAH!" Cedric let loose an impressive screech as a hand went down to guard his rear, but this time, even as his hand clamped over the back of his shorts, he could still feel SOMETHING warm and slick pressing into him.

"What the fuck?!" Cedric jumped out of his shorts and the sensation disappeared immediately, but to his confusion, there was nothing within them that could've created that feeling. He was starting to feel a little worried now.

Maybe it's the plant being blown around. I should step away from it. Glancing around and making sure that nobody was nearby, he quickly slipped out of the tee as well and spun around, backing away from the vines which still had Adrian's clothes attached to them. Okay, I should be safe now as long as no one sees me. To be safe, he positioned himself off the path and behind a grave - it wouldn't do to be caught wearing nothing but his socks and shoes.

But when that same warm feeling enveloped his cock, Cedric couldn't deny the facts staring him in the face any longer. Someone invisible - or something invisible - was touching him in places it had no business touching. His heart started to beat faster in his chest, and only his fear of having anyone come across his naked and embarrassed self prevented him from exclaiming in shock again.

Whatever was touching him showed none of his restraint, however. From Cedric's manhood, it trailed upwards, dragging itself across the grooves of his abs, then tracing around the tip of his right nipple like a finger, toying with the little brown nub. Even as he pawed at it, desperately trying to figure out how to get it to stop, another one joined in. This new interloper trailed down his back, starting from his shoulders; it followed the contour of his spine all the way down to his tailbone before groping his ass, then dropping into his crack and pressing against his rear entrance.

Cedric was seriously freaked out now. What the hell is this?! Some sort of ghost? I can feel it but I can't touch it or see it?! What the fuck is it trying to do?! Why me?! Is Ethan getting attacked too?! He paced about briskly, hoping it would deter whatever it was, only to be brought up short when it suddenly pushed into him. "Aaah!" Cedric let out a panicked, surprised gasp. "Fuck!" Where the fuck are Adrian and Ethan?! I can't run out without them!

Things went from bad to worse when he started to feel several more of the ghostly appendages on his body. One gripped his shaft and began to give it slow, sensual strokes, while another caressed his balls, giving them the feeling of being wrapped in a warm, moist towel. Coupled with the one that was now an inch or two within him and burrowing deeper, Cedric's manhood had quickly started to rise.

No! No! Stay down! Why the fuck is being molested and groped making me aroused right now?! Think of something disturbing! Lion eating a rabbit! Cockroach in my ear! Naked grandmas!

But no amount of thinking could change or disguise the fact that the invisible invaders were now jerking him off, or that his cock was enjoying the attention. The finger-analogue in his rear was slowly and leisurely fucking him, and Cedric shivered as it made contact with his prostate, a feeling of warmth radiating out from his groin. His seven inch shaft was now standing at full mast, laying flat against his body as it pointed towards the heavens.

Just then, he heard the hugely welcome voices of Adrian and Ethan racing down the path, frantically calling out to him. As Cedric peeked around the gravestone, he was only mildly surprised to see that Ethan was also naked, his rock-hard cock flopping from side to side and his balls bouncing as he ran. Adrian galloped after him, clutching a bunch of rags to his side like a football.

"Quick, Ced, get the fuck out of here!" Ethan exclaimed, panic evident his voice. Cedric didn't need to be told twice; he sprinted after them even as the **** on his privates continued, his frighteningly hard member slapping against his stomach as his feet pounded away at the pavement. Thankfully for the boys their escape route was mercifully empty. It was only as they reached the wrought-iron entrance gate where they ran into other people.

"Ethan?!" the boys heard a rumbling, bass voice call out incredulously over the sound of a wolf-whistle. They looked up to see a group of four young adults, two boys and two girls, staring at them. All four sported brown hair, pale skin and were clearly siblings. The two boys were around Ethan's height and appeared fairly athletic; the one who called out to them had long arms, a taped wrist, and a handphone pointed in their direction. The girls were in between Ethan and Cedric in height and were clearly enjoying the view; the taller girl exuded grace, elegance and wry amusement as she smirked at their predicament, while the shorter one giggled, her ponytail catching the sunlight as it danced about. Unfortunately for Cedric and Ethan, the quartet were stood right in front of the gate, blocking their path to the safety of Adrian's car.

Cedric's and Ethan's hands immediately rushed to cover their raging erections, Ethan having a much tougher time as his cock jutted directly outward. They furiously blushed under the four pairs of eyes and the camera upon them, while Adrian stood by the side dancing from foot to foot, unsure of whether to help or to laugh.

"Michael, stop filming!" Ethan hissed. He reached out to grab Michael's phone, but Michael simply took a step back as the other three closed ranks.

"Why the fuck are you naked in a graveyard in broad daylight?" Michael laughed.

Ethan gritted his teeth. "Long story."

"That's alright. We have time," the taller girl drawled. She cast her eyes appreciatively over Ethan's shoulders and chest, before letting them slowly trail downwards towards his crotch. "Why not help to... shed some light on it?"

"Great, we could meet up over a coffee or something," Ethan tried to deflect as he squirmed, "now's not that ideal." Cedric could tell that he was extremely distracted; Ethan was usually a lot more suave and composed under pressure. Cedric definitely understood - he himself was resisting the urge to moan as his prostate was repeatedly prodded. Every thrust by the invader within sent a ripple of pleasurable warmth rolling outwards from his groin, further feeding his already well-nourished member, and he felt his knees slowly weakening. He'd done anal before, but this was by far the best it had ever felt - and it wasn't even a human doing it, which Cedric felt vaguely confused and alarmed by.

Oh fuck, Ethan's straight, Cedric realized. He must be panicking! His mind cast about for something to say to take some of the heat off Ethan.

"Was a dare," Cedric **** out, instantly regretting speaking up as all eyes (and the camera) swiveled to him instead. Cedric shot an apologetic look at Adrian for throwing him under the bus before continuing, "Friend dared us to streak through the place. He's got our clothes with him, look."

"Why so shy, then?" The shorter girl challenged. "Isn't the whole point of streaking to be seen?"

"Uh..." Cedric made eye contact and his stomach flopped. The girl had a spark in her eyes and a grin on her face, her lilting voice giving her words a musical quality. If there had been any chance of losing the erection... well, it was completely obliterated in that instant. "We... we thought we weren't going to... to run into anyone," Cedric lied with difficulty, painfully aware of his own throbbing cock and how shameless it must have made him look. "That's why we agreed to it." He grimaced as his nipple was tweaked, sending yet another flash of heat through his body.

"So now that you have, what are you gonna do?" the girl asked mischievously. "I mean... the view up here's nice," she teased, gesturing at his abs. "How about down below?" she asked, openly staring at his groin before looking back up and winking at him.

"Uh..." Cedric stammered, his brain short-circuited by her forwardness. "Um." What the fuck do I say? I can't tell her the truth! One, it would be really rude, two, she wouldn't believe me, and three, it would make me look like some crazy exhibitionist or something! He glared sideways at Adrian, who was shaking with laughter. SAVE US, YOU IDIOT!

It was the taller sister who ended up taking pity on him. "Oh, leave him be, Val," she laughed. "Can't you see how uncomfortable the boy is?"

"But he's so adorable when he's all flustered and embarrassed," Val giggled. "And so hard, too!" Her hands twitched forwards as if wanting to reach out for Cedric, but then she thought better of it. Next to him, Ethan's breath hitched in his chest.

"Alright, alright," Adrian finally came to the rescue. "Fun as it's been watching my friends seriously embarrassed, we really have to be going." He gestured towards the carpark. "It's kind of late already and I can't give them their clothes until we leave." He glanced at Cedric and Ethan, both of whom were trembling slightly. Ethan's lips were clamped together as if glued shut, and Cedric's brain was clearly malfunctioning.

"Can't?" asked the taller girl slyly. "Or won't?"

Adrian grinned. "Not much of a difference, is there?"

"Aww," Val pouted. "Are you sure you guys couldn't stay longer?" she implored Cedric, who was resolutely avoiding eye contact. "I didn't even get your name!" Cedric heard the question being asked but didn't quite process it; it was getting rather difficult to concentrate. The constant attention his prostate and cock were receiving was sending more and more frequent waves of heat swelling through his body, and it was all he could do not to lewdly moan.

"This one's Cedric," Adrian gestured, "and that strong, silent one over there's Ethan. Sorry to cut your impromptu nude model appreciation session short," he snorted, "but we gotta go." He strode forwards, and this time the siblings parted. "Come on, boys."

The two boys shuffled past the gate, their eyes fixed on their feet. As they passed the siblings, Val snuck out a hand and quickly squeezed Cedric's ass, making him jump and gasp. "Bye, Cedric! See you again!" Val chirped, before saying to her sister in a loud stage whisper, "I like him. He's cute. Has a nice butt."

Cedric was so uncomfortably hot that he felt he could spontaneously combust right then and there.

"Yes, I saw. You couldn't take your eyes off him... or his naughty bits, I should say."

"They looked nice. Pretty big, too."

"They'd look much better with a leash on them."

Cedric let out some sort of soft, strangled splutter, while Val choked. "LYN!"

"Oh my, did I say that out loud?" Lyn mused teasingly.

"Someone's kinky," Chris sang in his resounding baritone.

"We all saw how hard they were. They've probably got some sort of humiliation fetish..." the sibling's voices trailed off into friendly bickering, then faded as the distance between them grew.

Cedric could feel the tremors going through him growing in intensity as he moved, his slightly waddling steps making his sphincter embrace the ghost just as tightly as it gripped his cock. Every step was excruciatingly blissful, an arduous exercise in self-control as he fought the desire to grab his shaft and jerk off in public. Beside him, Ethan's breaths came in uneven gasps; his body language betraying a sense of confused panic. It was a blessed relief when they finally reached Adrian's car, and when Adrian unlocked his doors, the two boys desperately hurled themselves into the back. The moment the doors slammed shut, their hands immediately went for their cocks.

"Okay, I'll bring you guys somewhere quiet- hey, quit jerking off in my car!"

"Please... n-need... - a-a-ahhh - cum..." Ethan groaned, his hand already pumping up and down. It had been nearly half an hour since the ghost had started molesting them, and the teasing had been absolutely agonizing for both of them.

"WAIT till we get out of here!"

"Explain later... gonna..." Cedric breathed.

"If you get cum in my car, I SWEAR I'll fucking SMASH both your nuts AND make you lick up the mess!"

With a massive effort, Cedric **** his hand away, already coated in a thin layer of precum. The ghost, as if sensing weakness, shoved itself deep into Cedric and made him spasm involuntarily. Next to him, Ethan let out a squeak that morphed into a moan halfway through.

This has... no right... to feel... so fucking good...

The next few minutes were blanketed with a rapturous yet torturous haze for both boys, who squirmed uncontrollably in their seats and whined in distress as they were **** to keep themselves on the edge for what felt like forever. The car soon became increasingly charged with an awkward, strained air, created by the agitated harmony of Cedric's and Ethan's wanton moans.

Eventually, the occasional lone building gave way to flat grassland as they exited town. Adrian pulled over, and as he turned off the engine, the sound of both boys now whimpering pitifully became audible. Ethan's eyes were unfocused, his arms twitching, and Cedric wasn't faring any better, both boys caught in the throes of the ghost's licentiousness as precum flowed liberally from the tips of their shafts. Shaking his head, Adrian called out to them. "Cedric! Ethan!"

The reaction was instantaneous. Both boys jerked back to consciousness, quickly jumped out of the car without even closing the doors, and immediately started to jerk off. Within seconds, long, ropy strings of cum were being fired into the grass on either side of the road, Cedric and Ethan screaming their relief as they finally sprayed their seed. A paltry half-minute of release seemed massively unfair after the torment they had endured, but to Cedric, it was by far the best, most intense orgasm he'd ever had. Indeed, he could've sworn that the first stream of cum that left him had felt like a torrent of scorching lava, scalding in its intensity, setting alight every nerve in his groin. As his orgasm ended, he felt a weariness emerge from deep within his muscles; spent, he staggered backwards and used the car to brace himself. On the other side of the car, Ethan did the same, his chest heaving.

"I don't know what the fuck just happened, but this seems like an interesting story," Adrian mused after about a minute. "Take some time to clean up, then let's talk. Preferably before someone else comes along and we get arrested for public indecency." He flung the tattered remains of the clothing at them, then turned round and got back into the car.

Cedric used the cloth to wipe himself off, before entering Adrian's car in the nude for the third time that day. As he looked back at the past hour and processed what had happened, he cringed.

Oh fuck. That was fucking terrible.

No less than eleven different people had caught them naked that day - his five friends, Adrian's family, and now the four siblings, one of whom had taken a video of their ordeal. A video which contained his face. His naked body. His embarrassingly erect manhood.

Michael knew Ethan. How?

Probably from school. Maybe the basketball team?

That video's going to find its way into the hands of everyone in school, isn't it?

That wasn't even taking Val into consideration.

Pretty. Bubbly. Seems like great fun to be around, his mind supplied.

She's seen you naked, made fun of you, and even groped you. And given how outspoken she is... she'll probably have told at least five different people about the naked dude she met in the graveyard by this time tomorrow, the cynical part of his mind piped up. And with your luck, she'll even be in your year or something.

Maybe it isn't going to be all bad. She called you cute. And she flirted with you, didn't she?

Yeah, and then her sister threatened to put a leash around your balls. Despite not having said a single word to you and talking about you like you weren't even there. And she... didn't seem to dislike the suggestion.

Cedric couldn't quite decide whether the idea was something he didn't mind exploring further or if it was something to be treated like the plague - exterminated with **** prejudice.

And you haven't even come to the elephant in the room yet.

Cedric had always maintained that the supernatural didn't exist, that ghosts were the product of an overactive imagination, and that believing in them was the sign of a disturbed mind. It was a belief he shared with Ethan, and together they'd spent hours gleefully tearing down the premises and assumptions behind various stories and movies, as well as anecdotes from friends.

But now... he couldn't deny it any longer. They clearly existed.

It was a sobering realization, and of course, one that made him realize just how many of them he might have inadvertently come across, yet ignored, over the years.

Just your luck to be attacked by a horny ghost that doesn't understand consent and goes around groping and molesting people.

Gotta be honest, though. That felt like the best fuck ever. Guess they can't be all bad.

...

Wait. Not people, he suddenly realized. Just Ethan and me.

Was it what we did yesterday? Could Ivan really be right and we woke something up that we shouldn't have?

What about the trees? Did it influence the weird Velcro trees as well? Those thorns shouldn't have grabbed onto our clothes that hard, should they?

But we left it behind in the graveyard, right? That should mean it's gone, and we're safe as long as we never go back.

Right?

Cedric looked up, his eyes meeting Ethan's, who had just climbed back into the car. Ethan was pale and slightly sweaty, and his face carried a look of confused uneasiness... maybe even a little distress.

Adrian glanced at them through the rear view mirror. "So?"

"I'm not sure you'll believe us," Ethan croaked slowly, clearly having reached the same conclusion.

"Try me."

"Ghosts exist."

"Funnily enough, Ethan, I'd figured that out for myself," Adrian said. "Or some variation of that, anyway. Too many coincidences and always the two of you at the center of it all; you must have pissed it off real bad last night. What I meant was, what did it do back there?"

"It's a horny, perverted ghost," Cedric muttered.

"You mean..."

"Yes."

"It..."

"Yes."

"Did..."

"Yes."

"But I..."

"It was an obvious question."

"Whatever you think happened, happened," Ethan confirmed in a deceptively calm voice.

"Fuck," Adrian succinctly summed up.

"It's okay." But Cedric could tell that Ethan was, in fact, not okay, and he probably would have to help Ethan work through what had happened.

"Tell you what, let's get back to my place. Get y'all more clothes. I won't even charge you guys for rent," Adrian said, with a weak attempt at some humour.

"Thanks," Cedric tiredly replied. "That would be pretty helpful."

"C'mon, let's go back."

---

30 minutes later

Thankfully for the boys, both Adrian's mother and sister were out. Cedric shuddered to imagine what their reception would have been like entering the house naked for the second time that day.

After they'd returned to Adrian's bedroom and gotten a fresh set of clothes, Cedric noted Ethan leaning against Adrian's bed, his demeanour subdued, and quickly took charge. "Hey Adrian, sorry to impose, but could you help us buy some food or something? Pizza sounds good."

"I know I said I wasn't charging, but that also means no room service..." Adrian said half-jokingly.

"No, I just need to talk to Ethan for a while. Alone."

"About what happened earlier?" Adrian glanced at Ethan, who remained silent.

"Yeah."

"Oh, okay. I'll leave you to it, then."

"Thanks."

"Remember, no hanky panky, and don't get cum on my stuff!"

Cedric flipped the bird at a retreating Adrian, and once Adrian had left, scooted over to the side of the bed where Ethan was seated and pressed his shoulder against Ethan's.

"S'up."

Ethan grunted an acknowledgement.

"How're you holding up?" Cedric glanced up at Ethan, whose mask of calmness was beginning to fade.

"I... don't know."

"Wanna tell me what you're feeling?"

There was a moment of quiet as Ethan gathered his thoughts, the silence of the scene punctuated only by Ethan's breathing. Cedric slowly counted the seconds that passed as Ethan gathered his thoughts.

Five.

Ten.

Fifteen.

After about half a minute, Ethan turned to look at Cedric, his face unsettled. "I... I just don't know what to feel," Ethan admitted, his voice carrying just a hint of shakiness.

"Why?" Cedric was pretty sure that he knew what Ethan was getting at and why he was conflicted over it, but thought it would be better for Ethan to hear and understand the words that were about to be spoken, rather than to have Cedric immediately rush in to reassure him.

It'll also help him understand himself better. If only I could've done this before he had the time to overthink it...

"It... it..." Ethan struggled to get the words out. "It... fucked us."

"Yeah. It did."

"It's not like we could've done anything about it."

"Yeah. Seems that way."

Ethan looked at Cedric, confusion in his eyes. "I'm not gay. Or bi."

"You aren't."

"So... why... why..."

"Why did it feel so good?"

Ethan nodded mutely.

"Better than any handjob or oral ever made you feel? Better than any sort of sex with a girl, even?"

Ethan nodded again.

"It's okay to feel that way, Ethan. Liking butt stuff doesn't make you gay. It's a physiological reaction, nothing more."

"But..."

"You've heard of the g-spot, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, guys have a similar thing called the p-spot. It's the prostate, and it's located somewhere close to the end of the anal canal. So... having something up your ass stimulates it and gives you all those good feelings."

"Okay..."

"So you're not gay, you just like having your prostate stimulated. A lot of straight guys do. A lot of straight guys get pegged, even. It's honestly fine."

"Still feels like... everything I've ever known about myself is..."

"Out of whack? Turned on its head?"

"Yeah."

"Let's put it this way. Do you wanna be fucked by a guy?"

"... no."

"How about by me?"

Ethan cracked a tiny smile. "I love you, Cedric, but not in that way."

"Damn," Cedric joked. "And here I was thinking I might finally have a chance."

"Don't kid yourself... and I'd be the one fucking you anyway."

"Why, are you offering?"

"You wish." Ethan definitely looked better now.

"So, you wouldn't wanna fuck a guy either?"

"No."

"Did you find Val sexy?"

"... not my type. But she was cute."

"How about Lyn?"

"... a bit scary, actually, but... yeah. Very."

"Then no, you're not into guys at all, you're definitely still into girls, and as far as I can tell you're a hundred percent straight."

"Ced?" Ethan was openly smiling now, the worried frown on his face having dissipated. "Thanks."

"Anything for you, Ethan, you know that." Cedric grinned.

"Oh, uh..."

"Yeah?"

"You know I don't have anything against bi or gay people or anyone who's LGBTQIA plus, right? And if I were bi or gay, well..." Ethan scratched his head sheepishly, "I'd also be fine with that? It's just..."

"Don't worry, man," Cedric reassured. "You were just having a 'proper full-on gay crisis'... which reminds me, you HAVE got to watch Heartstopper with me at some point. But yeah, I've been there. No offense taken."

"Really, Ced. Thank you. So much."

"Hug?"

Ethan's brilliant smile practically lit up the room.

---

Some time later

Over the hot, delicious, Domino's pizza Adrian had ordered, the boys got down to discussing what they needed to do about the ghost.

"I don't know," Ethan thought out loud. "I mean, I wouldn't know the first thing about ghosts anyway. But it seems like it was triggered by us entering the graveyard."

"So you're saying we're fine as long as we never go back there?" Cedric asked.

"Since we got back here, everything's been okay, hasn't it?"

"Yeah, but you never know whether it could, I don't know, leave the graveyard or something," Adrian pointed out. "There's also nothing to say that the ghost will only stop at you two, and I, for one, have absolutely no interest in having my body paraded about in public."

"Neither do we," Ethan objected.

"Which is why I'm a little surprised that neither of you seem to be, you know... treating this with more urgency."

"What did you expect us to do, panic?"

"No, Cedric, but I did kind of expect to come back to the two of you sucking each other off or something."

Ethan choked on his Coke, while Cedric just raised an eyebrow. "Jealous?"

"No, Ethan's not my type. Not even if he suddenly became... I don't know, Ethel or something."

"Yeah, you're not my type either, you overgrown stick insect," Ethan coughed.

"Anyway, like I was saying. I don't know if it's over yet, but there's no guarantee that it has, and it could come after us, too. Especially George and me, I guess, since we kind of did some stuff as well. It would probably be best if we consulted someone like... an exorcist, or a medium, or a priest, or something."

"Yeah, that makes sense," Cedric agreed. "As good as it felt, I really don't think I want this hanging over my head, either." He nudged Ethan with his shoulder and continued, "Imagine if we were at one of your basketball games and it happened."

Ethan shuddered. "No, thank you."

"So who do you think would be able to help?" Cedric mused.

---

A/N:
Credits go to Alice Oseman for coining the phrase "proper full-on gay crisis", and for the fantastic webcomic and Netflix series Heartstopper. <3