#edit: oH I forgot these were sitting in my drafts for like uh...
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more various sea angel friend stuff
#sketchbook stuff#traditional#artists on tumblr#don't particularly like the siphonophore one but we're posting it anyway#muffled laugh#the big siphonophore one went a little too ham on the oil pastels but figured out the look I wanted#was watercolor wash and then color pencils with some minor pastels#edit: oH I forgot these were sitting in my drafts for like uh...#squints#at least half a year maybe hSAHA#wanna draw more in my sketchbook again
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tattooed heart // v.h.
Hey y’all! This is just something I’ve had in my drafts that I forgot to finish. Since I started school this week + I’m getting my wisdom teeth removed, the updates are going to come a little bit slower than usual, but they’ll still be coming, so yuh! Hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 1175, edited
WARNING: nothing but pure unadultered fluff.
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There were many things you loved about Vinnie. You loved his rings, his hair, and last but not least, his tattoos. To say they fascinated you would be an understatement; you were practically entranced by them. You didn’t have much ink yourself, but him however, his body was covered from head to toe…and you loved it. There were moments where you two would be chilling and you’d spend the time tracing the lines of his tattoos, asking him the stories and meanings behind of them. For you, it just made you love him even more. And for him to know that you adored that part of him, it just solidified how in love he was with you.
With that being said, to show his adoration for you, he decided to get something new added to his forearm. This time, a simple heart. But this wasn’t just any heart…it was heart with your name right in the middle. Many of his friends ridiculed him and said he was a fool, that he’d be stuck with a reminder of you if the relationship ever went south. But he didn’t care to focus on a possible future; he was living in the present, and you were his ‘right now.’
To not ruin the surprise, he made sure not to disclose the tattoo with people he knew would spill the beans. At that, when you questioned where he was going in the middle of the day, he told you he was going to go look at a car. But, in reality he was spending his time down at the tattoo shop. Luckily for him, you didn’t ask too many questions after that. He made sure to wear a baggy short-sleeve shirt so that you wouldn’t notice the newly added ink when he walked into the Hype House. Thankfully, you didn’t.
You rushed up to him and engulfed him in the tightest hug. “I missed you.” You smiled, pecking his cheek.
He returned the gesture and said, “I missed you more.”
“Impossible.” You replied, letting him go. “How was it?”
“How was what?”
You furrowed your brows. “Uhm, the car you went to go see. Was it as good as you said it was?”
He mentally slapped himself for forgetting his own lie. “Oh, the car! Uh, not really. Turns out it needed some heavy work, and I didn’t feel like spending a bag on it.”
“That sucks. I’m sure you’ll find another one like it.”
Vinnie nodded and followed you into the kitchen. Everyone was gathered around the island, too invested in their own business to notice you or your boyfriend had entered the room. It was quite loud due to Calvin and Paper having a screaming match over a brownie. It didn’t help that everyone else was shouting to calm them down, thus making it even more noisy. Vinnie scrunched his nose and covered his ears. You took notice of this and laughed.
“Wanna go out back?” You said to him in his ear.
He nodded and you two rushed to the backyard. You went over to the makeshift canopy bed that was hanging from a tree and beckoned Vinnie to sit next to you. Once he did, you stretched your legs across his lap and his arm snaked its way across your back and rested on your hip. The two of you sat there in silence, just enjoying the Los Angeles night sky. You kept your eyes set on the silver moon, occasionally moving them to admire the dots of stars that danced around the celestial body. Vinnie, however, took this time to admire you. He studied your features as the moonlight reflected off of them, highlighting your beauty. He grinned to himself, wondering how he was so lucky enough to have someone like you. He thought about his decision of getting your name tattooed onto him, and at that moment he knew…he did the right thing.
He was pulled out his thoughts as he felt your fingers slide up and down his arm.
“I don’t know how many times I’ve said it, but I really love your tattoos.” You spoke, making him laugh.
“Thank you, babe.”
You sighed in bliss. “So, what else did you get?”
Vinnie nearly choked on his spit as those words left your mouth. He turned to look at you with wide eyes, confused as to how you knew about his trip to the parlor. He made sure that you wouldn’t find out. It sent him into a frenzy trying to figure out how you could’ve known.
“Who told?”
You reached into your hoodie pocket and pulled out your phone. “I think you forgot that paparazzi exist.”
You flipped your phone and showed him the circulating picture of him leaving the tattoo shop. He groaned, a whine escaping his mouth shortly after.
“You weren’t supposed to find out.”
“Why? We’re you cheating on me?” You joked.
“What? No, I wasn’t cheating on you. I just wanted my new tattoo to be a surprise.”
You looked at him with a puzzled expression. “I don’t get it. Why wouldn’t you want me to know about you getting a new tattoo? You’ve always told me when you were getting one. Why is this tattoo different?”
For as smart as you are, he was surprised you haven’t figured it out yet. Nonetheless, part of him was still glad there was still an ounce of surprise left. He gave you a small grin and reached for his right sleeve. He raised it up to revealing the very thing he’d been hiding from you.
You studied the piece of art for a second, still confused as to why he’d hide it.
“You got a heart. That’s cute. Why’d you get it?”
He scoffed, “Read the name in the middle, Y/n.”
You followed his orders, your eyes shooting towards the middle. The minute you saw your name, you felt your heart burst. Tears welled up in your eyes as you traced over it through the plastic wrap.
“Vinnie.” You whispered, trying to contain your sobs.
“I got it because you really mean a lot to me. From the moment we met, I knew you were the one and I’m very lucky enough to have you be apart of my life. Regardless of whether we’re endgame or whatever, I’m just glad to have you.” He said, pulling you closer into him.
At this point, you were a mess. You attempted to wipe your tears with the sleeves of your hoodie, but there was no point. They just kept coming.
You sniffed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “And I’m glad to have you.”
The two of you shared a passionate kiss before you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the effects of his loving embrace. This time, he was the one admiring the moon while you were admiring him, specifically his new ink. It brought a smile to your face knowing that out of all the people in his life, your name was the one on his tattooed heart.
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Flat Tire: Suna x fem reader
SMUT 🔥🔥
This is technically a part 3 of First time in College: Suna x reader, but I decided to make it a stand alone. You can read the other parts if you’re interested. Also, I left the ending kind of open, so I would be super happy to continue it if anyone wants me to...
P.S. I feel like it’s rare to have someone look this fine when it’s NOT EVEN FANART BRUHHHH
Suna was late to pick you up for your “date” (was it a date? He hadn’t made it particularly clear), which wasn’t a good sign. You had spent the hours after your class at 3 pacing around, trying to figure out what outfit to wear, and questioning your whole existence. Your roommate, Kiyoko, didn’t make things any better. When you had explained how you had met Suna at the frat party, how sweet he had seemed, her mouth had dropped and her eye practically popped out of her head.
“Out of every guy you could have picked, you chose Suna Rintarou?” She sighed, burying her face in her hands.
“What? Is he...bad?” You asked, suddenly nervous. You liked Suna, from the amount you knew about him. He seemed like he was pretty arrogant, and also kind of lazy, but he was nice to talk to. You knew you’d be disappointed if he ended up being a piece of shit.
“He’s just...you know…” Kiyoko was clearly trying to find a way to phrase it. “He’s ditched a lot of different girls, sleeping around and then never speaking to them again, that sort of thing. Typical frat boy behavior.”
You sighed, since it was exactly what you expected. “Well, it’s fine. We’re just going to eat, so I’ll just get it over with and then be out of his life.”
“Ok. I just don’t want you getting hurt.”
You waved her off. “I know, I know. Don’t worry.”
Unfortunately, six o’clock came and went, and no sign of Suna; suddenly, despite my dismissal, “getting hurt” seemed like a distinct possibility. By 6:30, you ditched your shoes and coat, crashing on your bed and starting the newest episode of Attack on Titan. Fuck Suna and his dumb pretty face. You were good with Levi.
Halfway through the episode, there was a knock at your door, and your muscles tensed so suddenly that your neck twinged.
“Uh, who is it?” You yelled as you rolled out of bed, stumbling to the door.
“Su--” You opened it and blinked up at the guy outside in shock. “--na.”
“Oh.” You raised your eyebrows. He was wearing black pants and a black crewneck, a white collared shirt underneath.
“Hi,” he panted, completely out of breath. “Sorry.”
You snorted. “Um. It’s late.”
“I got lost.”
“Did you now?”
“And I had to go back home to change.”
“You could have texted me!”
“...I don’t have your number.”
You opened your mouth, but you had nothing to say to that. “Well, fuck,” you muttered, turning away.
“Sorry. You’ll still come to eat though, right?”
You wanted to curse him out for making you wait so long, for making you think he ditched you for the night and forgot.
“Fine. But you’re a dick.”
He grinned lazily, leaning in the door frame as you grabbed your shoes and jacket again, scooping up your purse as you exited your dorm.
“What?” You said as you finally approached him, blushing as you met his eyes despite how hard you tried not to.
“Nothing.”
He led the way to his car in silence, and it was a strange mix of awkward and comfortable. Suna didn’t seem like the type to be super talkative, but at the same time you felt like you should be making conversation.
When you got to his car, you took a deep breath to calm yourself down before sliding into the passenger seat. Of course, the whole car smelled like weed, but it wasn’t overwhelming and honestly kind of nice.
“So, you’re a freshman?” He asked, pulling out of the lot, and you nodded.
“Are you?”
“Sophomore.”
“What’s your major?”
“Undecided, but I enjoy photography. Not the best career path though…”
“Wait, that's really cool.” You glanced at him, impressed. “What do you take pictures of?”
“Anything, but people mostly.”
“You’ll have to show me some time.”
“Only if you forgive me for being late.”
You crossed your arms, snorting. “Fine.”
The car suddenly jerked, and you gasped as you heard a rush of air coming from the rear.
“Oh...fuck,” Suna muttered, pulling off to the side of the road. “I think we just got a flat tire.”
“How????”
“How am I supposed to know?”
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “Do you want me to call someone?”
“Hang on, I might be able to…” He hopped out of the car before finishing, and you sat in silence as you heard him walking around to examine the damage. A moment later, he re-entered the driver's side with an annoyed expression on his face. “Yeah, it’s flat. Shit.”
“What are we going to do?”
“My friend has a spare tire, but it might take him a bit to get here. Are you ok with waiting?”
You shrugged. “Sure.”
“Sorry, this is the worst night ever.”
“It’s not your fault. We can just hang out until your friend gets here.”
Suna’s expression didn’t change, but you thought you saw his shoulders relax a little. In the darkness of the car, you couldn’t help but admire his profile as he turned off the car and shoved his hair back from his face.
“What?” He said, turning to look at you, and you went beat red.
“Huh?”
“You’re looking at me.”
“N-no.”
“Really?” He smirked, leaning towards you slightly.
Your heart stuttered, practically stopping at you stared into his pretty yellow eyes. Oh my god...
“I--”
Before you could answer, Suna sat back, still smirking. A car drove past you on the dark street and you used the momentary distraction to try and get ahold of yourself.
“So, what do you want to do?” Suna asked, and you looked over at him again.
“You say that like we have another option besides just sitting here.”
He shrugged, pulling a THC pen from his pocket and holding it out to you. You took it from him, hitting it twice before handing it back.
“What’s your major?” He asked, holding the pen to his lips.
“Political economics right now, but I’m considering switching to english since I like writing.”
“What do you write?”
“All kinds of things, although mostly short stories. I’ve been working on my second novel too, and the first draft is almost done. It’s really shitty right now, but hopefully once I go back and edit it…”
You paused, suddenly embarrassed. Were you rambling? You could talk about writing all day, but most people didn’t care enough to keep listening beyond the first sentence.
“Yeah?” Suna said, waiting for you to finish.
“Oh. That was it.” You glanced away, waiting for a subject change.
“What’s your novel about?” He paused, laughing under his breath. “I can’t believe you wrote a fucking book. That’s so sick.”
You couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your face, and you covered your mouth with your hand. “Ok, short version--”
“Short version? Why? We’ve got plenty of time.”
You opened your mouth, and then paused. No one actually ever asked to hear about your writing beyond just the basic formalities, and you couldn’t believe how happy it made you feel that someone seemed genuinely interested.
Deciding to abandon all pretenses, you jumped into a long scale explanation of the plot you were writing, all while Suna watched your face intently.
“...And yeah! That’s basically it,” you finished finally, smiling brightly at him. “Sorry if that was super boring, I didn’t mean to…”
“Can I read it when you finish? I’m invested.” He took another hit off the pen while watching you, and you smiled to yourself. How was this boy saying all the right things? Fuck.
“I suppose.”
“You suppose?”
“Depends on my mood.”
“What can I do to guarantee you’ll let me read?” He reached over to grab your chin, stroking your cheeks gently with his thumb, and your breathing hitched. “Ha, you’re cute when you’re all red like this.”
You snorted, but didn’t pull away. “Flattery doesn’t work on me.”
“Really?” He leaned closer to you, until your faces were only inches apart in the darkness.
“N-no.” Your heart thundered.
“Hm,” He murmured. “I’ll have to try to change that.”
And then he was pressing your body back into the seat and kissing you hard on the mouth.
Oh my god, it was heaven. He tasted like minty chapstick and weed, and you sighed, your mind going blank.
His long fingers tangled in your hair, dragging you closer, and a low noise came from his chest as you opened your mouth. You pulled away after a long minute, gasping, which only prompted Suna to trail open mouthed kisses down your neck.
You leaned your head back to give him easier access, letting out an embarrassing noise as his hand slid under your shirt to trace the skin of your stomach.
You weren’t a virgin, but you had only had sex with one person--your previous boyfriend--and it had been less than satisfactory the few times you had done it. Apparently you had missed the physical contact more than you thought.
You sat up, and Suna pulled away, his eyes a little glazed over and his hair messed up. God damn, he was fine.
He smiled slowly as your eyes trailed down his chest to his crotch, and he slid his seat all the way back so there was enough room for you to crawl into his lap.
It was awkward, and you slammed your head on the roof of the car hard enough to make you yelp in pain as you tried to maneuver over to him. But any embarrassment you might have felt washed away as he burst out laughing and kissed you gently on the mouth.
You tugged at his shirt in annoyance, suddenly pissed that it was still in place, and he awkwardly pulled over his head.
“Pushy,” he muttered, and you flicked him hard on the forehead.
“Dick.”
“No need to beg, sweetheart. You’ll get it soon.”
You swallowed hard and your thighs clenched in anticipation, even as you rolled your eyes.
Any annoyance you had flew from your head as he slipped a hand down your pants, the other coming up to tangle in your hair. Instead of touching you where you needed him to, he traced along your inner thighs, kissing your collarbone.
“Suna,” you mumbled, suddenly impatient as you shifted your hips, and he grinned into your skin before you felt his fingers shove the thin fabric of your underwear aside.
“Oh go--” Your eyes rolled back as he slowly eased a digit into you, wiggling it as he slowly widened you up.
“S-Shit,” you gasped, your hands grasping at his shirt as he added another finger, circling his thumb at the same time on your clit.
“You’re already so fucking wet,” Suna grunted, kissing up your neck as you began to roll your hips, riding his hand.
“Don’t stop,” you gasped, but he grinned wickedly and immediately pulled his hand from your pants. Your eyes widened in outrage, but you stopped when he held up his fingers, covered in your juices, and shoved them in his mouth. You almost came from the sight, clenching around nothing as your heart stuttered.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he mumbled, and you felt his dick twitch beneath you. It was hard as a rock in his pants, and you could feel it straining against the fabric. It was pretty big, if the bulge was evidence enough.
You quickly fumbled to get his zipper open, needing to have him inside you right now. His fingers were good, but you needed...
Suna smacked your hands away. “Take off your pants,” he ordered, and you obliged, choosing to ignore how hot you got at his commanding tone. You could unpack that later.
It was a struggle to get the fabric off in the small space, but finally you were back in his lap, and he was holding your hips, and his (long) cock was free of his pants. You reached down, stroking it slowly and rubbing your thumb gently across the tip, spreading the precum that had gathered already.
“Jesus christ,” Suna said, his voice strained, and he twitched in your hand.
“Jesus wouldn’t appreciate his name being used in this context.”
“He’d be jealous of me right now.”
“You’re definitely going to hell for that.”
“And you’re not? You little slut.” Suna shoved his fingers in your mouth while his other hand fumbled with a condom which he tugged from his pocket. He slid it down over his length with expert speed, clearly having done this many times before, but you shoved the thought from your mind.
Suna held your hips tightly as you positioned yourself over him, helping you as you eased yourself down onto his dick. He was larger than your last boyfriend, and it burned for a moment as you adjusted to his size, but Suna held your face and stroked your hair as you breathed through it. “You’re such a good girl, taking my cock so well,” he groaned in your ear. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
His praise made you clench around him, the pain easing away, and you rolled your hips experimentally. The friction on your clit and almost made you cum right away, and you let out a moan into his neck as your head dropped onto his shoulder. Holy motherfucking shit how did it feel so good...
Suna buried his face in your chest as you began to ride him, shifting your hips slowly as you felt his full length hitting points you didn’t even know existed. When he ran his tongue along your nipple, you let out an embarrassing noise and fucked him faster.
Your legs began to burn, but Suna took over easily, thrusting up into you while you held onto his shoulders. Your moans and the sound of sex filled the car, and your hand slid across the fogged glass of the window as you grasped for anything to hold onto. You were so close to coming, you could feel it all the way down to your toes.
“You’re doing so good, baby, you feel so good,” Suna groaned, reaching down to rub your clit, his tongue circling your nipple at the same time, and with his voice in your ear, it was enough to finally send you over the edge. You clenched around him, your mouth opening in a silent scream as you came hard all over his cock. It was easily the best orgasm you’d had during sex, possibly the best ever. Suna didn’t take his eyes off you as you came apart, relishing in how it was him who put that expression on your face, and how only he was seeing you like this right now.
“And you said flattery doesn’t work on you,” Suna laughed, but you couldn’t even make yourself glare at him.
“Idiot.”
You panted as you came down from your high, but Suna still wasn’t finished. You could tell he was getting close by the way his pace picked up and how he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he thrust up into you. His groans were deep and sexy in your ear, making your overstimulated clit throb as your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders.
“F-fuckkkk…” He panted, kissing you again and shoving his tongue in your mouth. He held onto your hair, tangled around his fist, forcing you to lean your head back as he created hickies all along your throat.
He finally came with a groan, his cock twitching as he held onto you tightly, head falling on your shoulder. You both stilled, panting, and you couldn’t help the slow smile that tugged at your lips. For a moment you were too tired to move as you felt his dick soften inside you, so you gently stroked his hair instead.
“Are you ok?” He murmured, finally lifting his head to meet your eyes. His cheeks were flushed, his hair a wreck, but you were sure you didn’t look much better.
“I’m great,” you said, smiling. “Are you?”
Suna blinked, looking dazed for a moment, but he nodded.
You shifted, trying to get off his lap in the most graceful way possible, but your back slammed against the wheel and the car honked loudly.
“Jesus!” You cursed, flinching, and Suna rolled his eyes.
“You just woke the whole neighborhood.”
“Ugh,” you glared at him as you pulled on your pants, readjusting your shirt to cover your chest once again.
The car suddenly lit up as headlights pulled up behind you, and you whirled to face Suna.
“Is that your friend? Wait, where’s your shirt?!”
He wasn’t listening, casually tugging it over his head as he opened the driver’s side door. You heard a door slam from behind you, and then a guy with grey hair and dark tips leaned down to wave at you from Suna’s side.
“Hi. Sorry it took so long, but I have the tire.”
“Thanks,” Suna nodded, and then gestured to you. “Kita, this is Y/n L/n. Y/n, this is my friend Kita Shinsuke.”
“Hi, nice to meet you,” you said, but you felt your stomach drop as Kita’s eyes went to the fogged windows, where your hand print was still visible.
“Yeah…” He raised his eyebrows. “Nice to meet you too.”
Suna crossed his arms, looking bored. “Wanna help me change the tire?”
The two boys left you alone as they went to swap out the flat, and you worked on trying to get your face to stop burning. By the time Suna finally got back, you felt decently less embarrassed; he probably did this all the time, so for Kita, it was definitely nothing new. He probably wouldn’t even remember your name.
“Hey,” you looked over at Suna in surprise as he slid back into the driver’s seat and gently grabbed your face, kissing you slowly.
“What was that for?” You sighed when he pulled away.
He shrugged, smirking. “Are you still hungry?”
Part 1
Part 2
#holy shit i love him#ive never blushed harder than while writing this#mad butterflies omg#smut#suna#haikyuu suna#suna x reader#suna rintaro x y/n#suna rintarō#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyu x reader#fanfiction#fandom#fanfic
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Coming Attractions!
Which I definitely forgot to do last month, ah well.
As per usual, this is also an Open Question Night post! Aka, while my askbox is always open, tonight I’ll be keeping an eye on it and around to answer in a semi-reasonable timeframe. Feel free to ask about anything in the post, or anything I’ve talked about here on tumblr, or posted on AO3, etc. ...I don’t recall if I have any active memes or anything, it’s been a while since I’ve been super on tumblr...but anyway, ask away!
I do also take prompts, but no promises on when I’ll get around to filling them. I still have a few sitting around from. Uh. Last year........
But anyway, what’s on your mind?
Precipice:
The first Preludes story went up this past weekend! Somewhat later than I’d planned, but there was another project that ended up eating a lot of my writing time/brain, alas. This one features Lavinia, Mara Jade, Kallus, a Legends cameo, and the introduction of another recurring OC. The next one will...proooooobably be Hondo, Kanan, Ezra, Obi-Wan, and Anakin? Assuming that’s the next one I finish.
There will be seven in total, and the other five will involve whatever’s going to go down with Maul; Hera and her contact in this AU; Sidious’s Fifth Titled Apprentice; and...I’m still considering the last two, lol. Maybe something to do with Mandalore; probably something more Senate-focused...I’ll work it out.
As I mentioned in the tumblr post and I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned before, I’m going to continue posting these alongside the first arc or two of Protectors, which should debut...sometime in the next couple weeks, lol.
Most of these, as you may have guessed, are shoehorning Rebels content and characters into an AU that wasn’t designed with them in mind. The gist of it is, S1 of Rebels goes more or less in canon, and then...S2 probably went differently just because of where Certain Key Players were, but I’m handwaving most of the details unless they’re interesting enough to show explicitly (probably in the Maul Prelude, if nothing else). But for the most part (even though this doesn’t, uh, entirely make sense necessarily XD) anything that doesn’t directly involve Vader/Ahsoka/Rex/Force Woo probably happened similarly. Most notably, The Honorable Ones and all plot points following directly on that happen essentially as in canon. The Mandalore plotlines are also essentially the same. ...oh, I probably should address Thrawn, since I need him in a slightly different position a few years later for spoiler reasons...
Leaving that aside...as I said, Protectors will start coming out soon, I’m just finishing up what I want for the first chapter or two, and waffling on how I want to tag some things. There is a...possible major character death in arc 14, but I’m going back and forth on whether or not I actually want to do it, which changes what tags/warnings I include...
But I’ll work that out and get it out before too much longer!
Other Star Wars Projects:
I have a Thing coming out at the end of this month or early next month, for pod_together. I’m pretty excited about it, I’ve listened to my podficcer’s first draft and am making minor edits/etc., but I think we’re in pretty good shape ^_^
Other than that, I don’t have any concrete plans for new SW fic in the near future. I’m going to buckle down and really get some momentum with Protectors and Preludes for the most part, maybe start poking at some ideas/concepts for next year’s SWBB.
Maybe also crossposting some tumblr-exclusive oneshots like I started doing last winter, or picking up with one of the AU outlines that I keep meaning to continue (Ventress + Luke, Let’s Go Steal a Crossover) but...well, we’ll see how time/brain works out this month.
Other Fanfic Projects:
I will have some standalone/fulltext AtLA fic out later this month, I promise XD It’ll be an Avatar Zuko AU, I’m putting the text together and figuring out how I want to structure it, etc.
I’m also genuinely working on a BSG/SG-1 crossover AU outline. It’s. Already quite long and I haven’t even gotten to most of the meat of the crossover yet, lol. But at least the first chunk of that will probably be up sometime later this month, too. Fingers crossed. That’s the plan, anyway.
Original Work:
I haven’t done much in the last month or two, but I’m hoping to get back into this. Both for extant ‘verses and really diving into Arthuriana research because I want to write that one story, maybe really working it up to Publishable??? We’ll see how it goes...
...I think that about covers it! Like I said at the beginning of the post, we’ll also do an Open Question Night, and I’d love to hear about what you guys are working on! What’s on your mind?
#coming attractions#open question night#shadowsong writes star wars#shadowsong writes atla#shadowsong writes crossovers#shadowsong writes original fic#miscellania#feedback greatly appreciated
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tagged by @theputterer -- thank you :)
Name: Liz
Fandoms: In terms of posted fics, mainly Rogue One and Star Wars (OT). I have at least one fic posted in A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones, Community, and Howl’s Moving Castle (book). But I also like The Clone Wars and Rebels. I’ve been reading mainly ATLA fic for the past couple weeks.
Where you post: AO3 and sometimes here on tumblr. There are a few drabbles I’ve posted on tumblr that I really ought to crosspost on AO3 for posterity.
Most popular one-shot: “In Which Sophie is Late, and Howl Noses Around in Her Business” (Howl’s Moving Castle) With 698 kudos. Uh. Wow. I was not expecting that! It’s literally my only HMC fic (although I do technically have other unfinished drafts) and it’s not even a year old, and surpassed my second most popular one-shot which was posted in 2015. Pregnancy trope is popular I guess. It is amusing to me that my most popular one-shot is not in my favorite OTP fandom (rebelcaptain). Howl’s Moving Castle ended up having a wider audience than I anticipated.
Also as a disclaimer, but popularity is weird to gauge because do you go by hits or kudos or comments? I went with kudos because hits could count people who clicked on my story and then didn’t like it. But it’s hard because hits also include re-reads, so, idk.
Most popular multi-chapter fic: “The Last Stark” (A Song of Ice and Fire) 815 kudos. This was finished in 2013 so it’s had plenty of time to accumulate the kudos. It’s a Gendrya Anastasia AU (“Aryastasia” was my working title for this one lol). So again, popular trope, in a popular fandom, in a popular ship. This fic is so old when I reread it, I usually find myself wanting to edit it, especially the ending. I was so ready to be done writing this that I think I rushed the ending. Oh well, writing plots is really difficult!
Fic you were nervous to post: Every fic? lol. I’m never not nervous to post a fic. But I’m definitely more nervous posting in a fandom for the first time. So posting “Whatever I Do (I Do It To Protect You)” (Rogue One, rebelcaptain) was pretty nervewracking, especially since it’d been awhile since I posted anything. [OOOH, fun fact, but WID celebrated it’s 4 year anniversary yesterday! Ha, that’s funny.] I was working on this fic for weeks before I posted it.
I was also super nervous to post my Jeff/Annie Community soulmate AU, “Intro to Neurochemical Compatibility” because (a) first time posting in that fandom, (b) I decided to use script format which I know is not everyone’s jam, and (c) the premise is just so ridiculous! But I had fun with it.
Also gift exchanges are always nerve-wracking because I worry the giftee won’t like it. My giftee never responded to my 2020 rebelcaptain secret santa fic so I’m actually constantly worrying that they didn’t like it and feeling bad that I failed them. :/
How you choose your titles: with so much agonizing. gosh it’s so hard and honestly i have so many titles that i hate. I’ve got a couple song lyric titles. a couple quotes. a couple “how to...” apparently that was a whole phase I went through. Either the titles come to me immediately, or I put off choosing a title until the absolutely moment I need to post it, and then spend hours agonizing over a quote/song lyric/phrase that fits and probably begging others for help.
Do you outline: YES. Possibly overly so. I’ve ran into issues in the past, when I was much younger, where I didn’t resolve problems proposed early in the story. So I need to know where the story is going in order to lay the proper groundwork. Also, if I do not write things down I forget them five minutes later. I also think outlining is a useful trick to jumpstart writing, so if the muse just isn’t present, I’ll try to lure her out by outlining.
Complete: 19 fics.
In progress: Oh boy this is so hard to count. As far as what’s posted? Technically only one: “How to Lose a Spy in 10 Days” (Rogue One, rebelcaptain). Despite the fact that I think the deadline was extended multiple time, I procrastinated and ended up rushing chapter one to meet the rebelcaptain rom-com challenge deadline. Didn’t really have a proper outline for this one, even though I knew vaguely what I wanted it to be about. I wrote chapter two but I hated what I wrote so I ... I kinda abandoned it. I mean technically, I never consider a work abandoned, I always intend to get back to it. Some day when I have the inspiration I will. But this idea ended up being a challenge I didn’t feel ready for at the time, and then my interest moved on to other ideas.
I also had a longer story planned for “you must become an island (the horizon is all we have)” but only posted one part of it to finish it on time. Ideally this fic would be part of a series, but again, motivation is needed so we’ll see
Technically I have 22 rebelcaptain ideas alone (including some listed in this post) at various states of completed, plus a handful of Community and HMC ideas. Of the ones I’m most interested in, there’s probably about 14 that I really hope to finish and post some day.
ETA: omg i totally forgot that i was idly considering trying to finish my rebelcaptain soulmate AU in time for Valentine’s Day, but at this point I haven’t had any motivation to write so I don’t think that’s gonna happen. that fic has been sitting in my drafts since 2018 and in my drafts it will continue to sit.
Coming soon: “soon” is relative but these are currently the ones I’ve focused the most on recently:
Fencing AU (rebelcaptain)
You’ve Got Mail AU (rebelcaptain)
Post-War Fic with @allatariel (rebelcaptain, plus a LOT of other ships, includes Rebels characters, OT characters, and... maybe some others :) )
Palm Springs/time loop AU (Jeff/Annie)
Do you accept prompts: Wellllll here’s the thing. When I’ve asked for prompts, I haven’t been the best at fulfilling them in a timely manner. For that reason, I don’t encourage prompts but I’m not opposed to them. (I suppose technically exchange fics are prompts, and I wrote a bunch of fics in 2017 for rebelcaptainprompts, but I’m not gonna count those because I don’t think that’s what the question here is really going for)
“The Climb (A Lie, A Hero)” (Rogue One, rebelcaptain) was actually a prompt.
I solicited prompts for my birthday in 2019, which I didn’t end up fulfilling until exactly one year later.
Technically the You’ve Got Mail AU is a prompt, someone prompted me to write a fic for my favorite go-to comfort movie.
And, uh, the certain someone who tagged me for this meme prompted me in a comment back in October 2017 to do a Luke and Leia swap where Leia grows up on Tatooine, so that is sitting in my WIP list.
Yeah, this is why I don’t solicit or encourage prompts. The return rate is just not fair for the prompter.
Upcoming story you are most excited to write: this fluctuates on any given day. the fencing AU is so close to being done (well the first draft anyways) so i really really want to just finish it! But yeah it’d be anything on the coming soon list above.
tagging: @allatariel, @cats-and-metersticks, @lothcatlovesysalamiri, @veritascara, @brynnmclean and anyone who sees this and wants to do it! also ofc per usual no pressure if u don’t want to.
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tiktok famous (hc) - part three | p.p.
summary: you and peter doing various tiktok trends. y'all know the deal
warnings: ultra chaotic writing (i have nine other drafts forgive me i am a tad bit stressed), cussing as always, and HOPEFULLY GOOD WRITING??? oh and yes as always peter being Babey
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- HI!!!!!! BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE TIKTOK HCS!!!!!!!
- i got a few requests/ideas from y'all for more tiktoks so here we are
- tbh since so many new trends are constantly coming out i might just make this a whole ass SERIES but we'll see
- who knows if i can even handle that
- btw:: if i forgot one or there's one you really want me to write you can comment it and i'll try to add it to this!!! if it's too long since posted though i'll add it to my drafts <3
- OKAY TIME FOR CHAOTIC ENERGY
- as mentioned in past versions of this series
- tiktok dances are ADDICTIVE!!!
- and you literally broke a goddamn sweat learning supalonely but we're NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT IT
- and you and peter are hanging out one day
- and as all of these ideas happen
- you get ~inspired~ by the for you page
- you set up the camera, flipping it so that it's facing peter and not you
- the lil shit hasn't even noticed that you got up yet what a poop
- but as soon as the music starts playing he raises his head
- you're doing the supalonely dance like a fucking BOSS
- all while pretending to be looking at yourself in the camera
- you don't let yourself stare at the screen so you don't get distracted
- but
- of course
- peter is nodding his beat to the beat, clapping for you, and when you to the body roll thing on "drinking" he lets out a whoop that makes you wheeze
- when you finish you laugh, letting out a sigh and grabbing your phone
"not gonna lie, you ate that."
"i know."
- you sit back down next to him, heart rate in da Clouds, and start watching the video
- petey boi is just sitting there like a puppy, crooked smile on his face as he watches you
- in a few parts he's even doing the dance with you
- and he looks so in awe
- you can't stop watching it and smiling at the screen
- but then the fucker sits down next to you and is like "you should post that it was really good"
- so you show him it
- his face gets all red bc he's babey
"you were videoing me??"
- OKAY NEXT ONE
- so i think we all know the rosa videos
- for the b99 fans: rosa rosa rosaaaaaaaaaaaa
- she's a QUEEN
- and you constantly quote those things like
- every time there's a silent moment you're just like "you're fucking lying let me see" and the whole team (avengers squad) is like ayo stfu
- one day y'all are just hanging in the commons of headquarters
- we're getting the band back together!
- and you start videoing cause you're bored
- you point the camera at peter
"aye dude come here?"
- everybody groans and peter gives the camera a sassy look, tilting his head
"you're gay? i fuckin-"
"language," steve mutters
"-knew it dude!" you smile, zooming in on the camera
- peter gets a confused look on his face
"wait no i'm bi"
- tony effin SHOOTS UP
- sitting like there's a goddamn board in his back
- and he slowly turns his head in your direction
- eyebrow raised
- you bust out laughing and so does everyone else, including peter
- tony's looking around like "hey what the FUCK is HAPPENING"
"stark, you didn't know?"
"NO??"
- lol we stan bi peter parker
- aight BACK TO THE SHITS AND GIGGLES
- so you and peter are obsessed with that quirky tiktok bartender girl who makes all the drinks
- i forgot her name but she's like
we're gonna do 2 ounces so that's 1, 2, 3, 4!
we're gonna give it a nice strain!
andddd shake shake shake shake!
fun, right?
- yk what i mean
- hi it's editing ryn it's her tiktok is like paradise bartender
- and so one day
- jk one NIGHT
- it's like 2 am
- and you and peter are like
- let's make lemonade. but like. Fake Alcohol Version Because We're Underage
- and so y'all run to the kitchen
- you almost crush and die from slipping on your socks
- the two of you and laughing and giggling as you run and around and get all your materials
"where is the fucking STRAINER"
"bitch idk help me find the lemon flavor packets"
- it takes FAR too long but y'all are finally ready
- you start recording and the two of you are already laughing
"hey guys so today-"
"TODAY" he pushes you to the side "we're gonna be making LEMONADE!"
- the two of you keep laughing as you shove each other trying to be the one in charge
- so basically
- peter gets water all over the counter
- some of the ice flies out when you shake it
- the strainer DOESN'T WORK AND ALL THE STUFF GETS EVERYWHERE
- and the small amount that lands in the cup tastes like whispering lemon
- like hella watered down there's like nothing there
- the lemon is SHY
- and then in the last 10 seconds of the video bucky walks in
- and he's like wtf... wait y'all are making lemonade??
- and the three of you end up making lemonade for real and drinking it while watching infomercials
- at two in the morning
- fun, right?
- those videos are so satisfying NEXT TIKTOK
- thank u ritxal for the idea !!
- so our boi PETE HERE
- is hella addicted to those cool pov videos
- and he gets a really good idea even though it would make him a SIMP
- he ends up deciding FUCK IT I'M MAKING ONE
- MY TIKTOK ACCOUNT IS PRIVATE ANYWAYS
- so he sets up his phone and jumps around to get ~~in the zone~~
- feeling stupid as hell
- he films one of those ones where it's the "from the other side" *noise!!!!!!!!* one's yk where the ppl are like "are you sure you want to __?" and it has the yes and no buttons
- you know
- i hope
- and he puts the text on it and shrugs, posting it
- meanwhile you're home and you get the notification that peter posted a tiktok
- obviously you click on it because
- uh
- because
- and you watch it and gasp because the caption says pov and ur like who tf is this man peter never posts povs
- you watch as peter is looking nervously at the camera and text pops up saying "are you sure you want to give up?"
- he presses yes and you're like oh god oh peter wait is this a sign shit FUCK
- a new text bubble pops up saying "do you want to see her?" and you fucking yeLP
- you're like holy FUCK WAIT WHO IS HER???? WIFE???? DAUGHTER?????? HUH!!!!!!!
- and then he presses yes
- and the screen goes black
- you see urself in the screen
- and you basically DIE
- a wheeze so hard that it hurts flies out of your mouth and you IMMEDIATELY PRESS DUET
- you start filming with your phone facing the ceiling and as the beat drops (or whatever when it's like ahhhh!) you pop onto the screen, smiling
- and you're like RANDOM CONFIDENCE BOOST WHATEVER POST
- and then BACK TO PETER'S PLACE
- HE GETS THE NOTIFICATION AND IS LIKE WHAT
- AND WHEN HE SEES YOU POP ONTO THE SCREEN HE'S LIKE HOLY FUCK
- AND SO HE FACETIMES YOU
- YOU ANSWER OBVI
"y/n what the hell"
"did you like it?"
"maybe"
- okay i wanna do another pov one so here we go
- i'm sure everyone here is acquainted with the "they call me tiago.. i don't know who's margo" ones
- these are lowkey difficult to write out so i'm just gonna lay it out for you as best i can
- really trying here
- so peter posts the boy's voice part ("no no no... they call me tiago. i don't know who's margo? i just hit this lotto" etc etc etc)
- and when it's like idk who's margo he just holds a stare with the camera in like an InTiMiDaTiNg way
- even though he's babey and a literal puppy it actually like.. works
- and when you see it you're like yes so you post the other part (that people never do lol "her name is margo" etc all the female voicing)
- and you hold the stare too and EVEN LIKE RAISE YOUR EYEBROW SUGGESTIVELY AND GIVE HIM THE LOOK IYKYK
- so BASICALLY
- i'm really trying here i can visualize these tiktoks perfectly but GOD if i don't struggle a bit while writing them
PETER'S CAPTION:
pov: we're rivals on separate missions but you keep screwing with my plans so i try to intimidate you
Y/N'S CAPTION:
pov: we're rivals on separate missions but i found you cute so i decide to mess around with your mission
- OH BY THE WAY THE TWO OF YOU LIVE AT AVENGERS HEADQUARTERS AND HE POSTED "YESTERDAY" SO YOU DECIDE TO POST "TODAY" AND WALK OUT OF YOUR ROOM TO WHERE HE WAS IN THE COMMONS RIGHT AFTER YOU POSTED
- can y'all tell how messy my brain is holy shit
- pls forgive me i keep getting random ideas but IT ADDS TO THE CHAOS SO IT'S FINE RIGHT
- OKAY
- BACK AGAIN
- so you post and walk out and as you turn the corner to the commons you can hear the sound play and have to stop a moment to silently scream
- thankfully no one else was in there except for peter (whose back was to you) otherwise you woulda looked INSANE
- you walk up behind him and smile as he laughs slightly and watches it another time, pulling his phone closer to his face to read the caption
"holy shit," he mutters
- he closes his eyes and smiles and tilts his head back, resting it on the back of the couch (🥺)
"you like it?"
- lol
- this kid SHOOTS UP
- HELLO
"oh my god, y/n, what are you doing"
"coming to hang out with you??"
- he sighs as you come and plop down next to him
"what the hell is this"
- he shows you his phone
"a tiktok"
- he smiles and shakes his head (doing that thing where you like look down while doing it and it's so CUTE)
"yeah. i got that."
- NEXT TIKTOK
- alright guess the scenario
- just fucking guess
- i'll wait
- ...
- you'd best BELIEVE that y'all are chilling at headquarters in the commons rn
- where da HELL ELSE
- and
- like LITERALLY EVERY OTHER TIKTOK THAT I WRITE OUT IN THESE
- YOU AND PETE BE CHILLIN
- AND YOU SET UP YOUR PHONE
- god i'm starting to question if i'm capable of writing literally anything else damn
- peter's in the background of course
- and it's this godforsaken audio i'm sure most of you have heard
- you know the one where it's like fast music and then it goes "mm, yeah" and it's usually accompanied with a video of some really pretty girl fake moaning and like rolling her eyes while pushing up her hair??
- well
- all of that
- everything i just said
- is exactly what you do
- and the thing is
- as soon as peter hears the audio he recognizes it
- are we gonna talk about the fact that peter probably spent at least a whole night watching those videos because 1) girls are really pretty and 2) every time he heard it he could vividly imagine you doing it??????? no??? okay
- so he like
- sits up
- does the thing where he rests his forearms on his knees and leans forward, glaring at you through the camera
- and in the background
- if you're paying attention
- peter FLIPS HIS SHIT WHEN YOU DO THE "MM YEAH" PART
- he tHROWS HIS ARMS IN THE AIR LIKE WHAT THE HELL DUDE I THOUGHT I GAVE YOU SIGNS THAT EVEN THOUGH WE'RE NOT A COUPLE AND WE BOTH KNOW YOU LIVE YOUR LIFE OUT OF SPITE,, DOING SOMETHING LIKE THAT ON VIDEO IS ABSOLUTELY OFF LIMITS!!!!!!!
"Y/N!"
- it's still recording and you turn around and laugh, throwing your head back as he jumps up and grabs you by the waist, pulling you in
- the two of you start play fighting just like elio and oliver from cmbyn (but a bit less steamy yk?? more innocent yet still w a bit of tension yeye)
- needless to say you keep that video in a very special place of your heart
- and so does peter like once the two of you stop wrestling you realize that the video had just been looping behind the sound of your laughter and fighting y'all watch it and it loops a few times while the two of you are silent and he finally goes "can you uh. can you send that. to me. ???????"
- next oneeeeeeeeeeeeee
- thank u lilmissquackson for the idea <3
- so in this one you and petey are dating
- and y'all decide to do the put a finger down challenge lol
- but instead of using an audio y'all decide to switch off coming up with ones on the spot
"put a finger down if your boyfriend tackles you every time you're standing near a couch or bed"
"put a finger down if your girlfriend still calls you dude"
"put a finger down if your boyfriend once webbed you to the wall because you wouldn't stand still when he was trying to kiss you"
"put a finger down if your girlfriend used her telepathic powers to keep you out of her room when she was mad at you"
"put a finger down if your boyfriend took TWO YEARS TO ASK YOU OUT"
"put a finger down if your girlfriend started laughing after you told her you liked her"
"put a finger down if you only started laughing because it TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH"
"put a finger down if your girlfriend showed no signs of liking you before you decided to ask her out"
"put a finger down if your boyfriend is the most oblivious boy in the world"
"put a finger down if you're in love with your girlfriend but haven't said 'i love you' yet because you're scared she won't say it back"
- your jaw drops and turn to him
- needless to say you were very glad to have caught your first "i love you"s on camera
- SIDE NOTE you did not post cause after you and peter watched the video back y'all were both like "we don't wanna be THOSE bitches"
- next one woop
- thank u MrsLillianAmbrose for the idea !!
- okay buds
- so here's the thing
- i hate to under-perform
- but i feel like the best way to get the full effect of this tiktok is to watch it and then just roll with me here
- SOOOOO (if u can)
1) open tiktok
2) search @_tharealjohnnyyy_
3) go to his account (or it might just show up when you search)
4) and scroll to the "ways to cuddle" video
5) it was posted in february 2020 if that helps give u a time reference lol
- OKAY
- I HOPE Y'ALL GOT TO WATCH IT
- I TRIED JUST PUTTING IT IN HERE BUT WATTPAD WOULDN'T LET ME AND I COULDN'T FIND IT ON YOUTUBE (let me know if one of u does!!!)
- if u weren't able to watch it (i'm so sorry) i'm gonna do the best i can to at least make this entertaining
- WOOP
- so if you could see the tiktok that's really all this is
- you and peter doing literally the same thing
- y'all are giggling in between positions and peter struggles to set the camera up every time it falls
- he ends up just webbing it to the ceiling
- and in the end the two of you fall asleep in the reverse OG position with your fingers playing with his hair 🥰🥰
- i hope that was good enough im sorry AH
- next!!
- thank u Mendesmycam for the idea <33
- okay so y'all know that sound
SOMETHING ABOUT YA GORLL
REALLY MAKES MY HEADDDD WANNA TWIRLLLLLLLLLL
- or whatever the lyrics are
- those tiktoks are SO FUNNY
- AND YOU DECIDE TO COPY THEM
- so you grab a chair and sit peter down in the middle of the room and set the camera up
- luckily for you he has a bag of cheez-its in hand that you plan to utilize later
- babey has a confused look on his face as he watches you press play and he shoves some more cheez-its in his mouth
- the music starts playing and you just about bust out laughing as you walk all around him, running your hand across his chest
- his heart is racing he's like AYO WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN ON
"y/n what the hell are you-"
SOMETHING ABOUT YOU GIRL
- you practically snap into a weird position
- ur freaking arms are out in front of you and you're on your toes and knees are bent and you're hunched over and it's like
- a very interesting pose
- peter BUSTS OUT LAUGHING
- his eyes are all crinkly as he bends over in the chair
- you just about break but you manage to keep a straight face as you start dancing around weirdly
- needless to say you look like a goddamn CONTORTIONIST
- peter can't stop wheezing
- you make one of your hands in the shape of like the italian man hand this iykyk and fucking SWAN DIVE YOUR FINGERS INTO HIS CHEEZ-IT BAG
- meanwhile peter's STILL DYING
- and you take the cheezits and lean back, sprinkling them all over you (like the popcorn one if you saw that tiktok lmao)
- and the video finally ends and you get to laugh
"y/n what the hell was that"
"i don't know i thought you might enjoy a little entertainment"
- and of course
- that's exactly when no other than SAM WILSON fucking strolls in
- hey how y'all doin'- AHHH (get yo fucking dog bitch! ~it don't bite~ YES IT DO GET YO-)
- sorry got distracted
- and he hears you and his head SPINS ON OVER TO Y'ALL'S DIRECTION
"a little what now?"
- AIGHT GUYS
- LAST ONE
- Y'ALL ARE AT HEADQUARTERS CAUSE WHERE DA HECK ELSE
- this time you're in peter's room though
- and i'd like to imagine this one with the cool led lights because 1) tiktok and 2) i feel like peter would have those in his room
- y'all are just chilling watching hot rod (GREAT MOVIE BTW)
- and
- peter sets up the camera
- not to mention his heart is RACING RN CAUSE HE'S A NERVOUS BEAN
- and he hits record and leans back, letting out a sigh
- you don't even notice his phone literally right there cause you're just enjoying the movie
- a few seconds into the video and petey is like Visibly Freaking Out
- but a funny part plays and you laugh, looking over at him to see if he found it funny too
- he notices you're turning your head so he's like YES I LOOK AT TV HOT ROD MOVIE I AM LOOKING THAT WAY AND WASN'T STARING AT YOU OR THE CAMERA YES THIS IS A FUNNY PART I AM LAUGHING
- and then you look away
- and then he looks at you
- and ever so lightly grabs you by the chin
- and pulls you to him and plants his lips on yours
- finally, dumbass
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huzzah
i hope u guys enjoyed !!!!!!! ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ
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Queer ‘n Crazy
CHAPTER NINE
Hello, fellow Fanders!
I really hope y'all are doing okay, with the virus going around and everything. School just shut down where I live, and the gravity of the whole situation is just getting to me, really. I might release this chapter a day late, sorry about that; I'm just a bit shaken up. :)
Are you guys doing okay? You better be! If you aren't just mention it and I'll give you a virtual hug. Here's a virtual hug, even if you don’t need it. 🤗
(Is that a hug emoji? IDK.)
ANYWAY, HERE'S THE CHAPTER!
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WARNINGS: Swearing, obliviousness, nicknames, mention of suicide, depression, yelling, disaster gays, watching people when they sleep... I think that's it.
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"If you're sad, and depressed, cause your life's a fucking mess, if you're sad and you know it clap your-"
Virgil groaned, trying to will his heavy hand to rise. It wasn't working.
The tinkling tune kept playing, and Virgil, instead of turning it off, buried his head in his pillow instead. Usually he'd slap it off immediately, but Logan had suggested leaving it on the other side of the room in an effort to help Virgil get out of bed.
Needless to say, it didn't have the intended effect.
Virgil heard a noise from the other side of the room.
"Turn that bloody thing off." Logan grumbled, shifting in his bed to squint at Virgil. Virgil poked his tongue out at him, before turning the other way and clamping his hands over his ears. Logan groaned into his pillow, before lifting his head and putting on his glasses.
Now able to actually see Virgil he glared at the teen, who was watching him with a smirk.
"If you're suicidal and you know it-"
"Why the hell did you make that you're alarm, you bitch." said Logan, cricking his neck. Virgil tossed the covers away from himself and sat up, rubbing his face.
"Patton said to change it to If you're happy and you know it. I thought this would be more bareable."
"Well it clearly isn't." Logan scrunched up his nose -How the fuck is he so cute?- and yawned. "Turn it off..."
"You do it, you're closer!"
"It's your alarm!" Pretty irrefutable logic.
Virgil grimaced before dragging his unwilling feet to hit the frigid ground. You'd think carpet would be warmer. He trudged over to his dresser and grabbed his phone; dismissing the alarm. Upon doing so, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror.
Almost subconciously, he hissed at his reflection. Gross.
He froze, shoulders hunching, and whirled around to face Logan. A bewildered expression graced the other's usually stoic features, accompanied by a heart-stoppingly hot smirk.
"Did you just hiss?" Oh shit he thinks you're a weirdo. Great job dumba- "That is adorable." Virgil started, heat rushing up his neck.
"What?"
"I said, that is adorable." Logan's face softened as he gazed at Virgil. (Who was still frozen.)
He thinks I'm cute?
"How the hell is it cute?!"
"I have no clue. How come you do it?" Virgil hunched in on himself, bewildered.
"I dunno, why do you wanna know anyway?"
"My roommate, who's already cat-like enough, hisses. It's only natural for me to be curious."
"What do you mean, cat-like?"
"You sit on top of high surfaces, humm when you're pleased, are attracted to warmth, curl up when you sleep, you hiss-"
"You watch me when I sleep?!"
"I- uh-"
Logan began to stammer, his face turning a brilliant crimson. Despite his extensive vocabulary, he seemed lost for words. His sleep-shirt hung off his shoulder, and a dull light filtered through the gap in the curtains. It illuminated his pale skin and reflected off his glasses, casting a halo-like glow around his flustered figure. His bedhead was ruffled and sticking up awkwardly, and a beautiful blush dusted across his exposed collarbones and cheeks. His hand came up to cover his mouth as he avoided Virgil's gaze.
God, he's gorgeous.
Virgil felt his blush returning, and he snapped his open jaw closed. He turned back toward his mirror to see he was grinning. For once, it didn't look too bad on him.
"Uh, so, what class do we have first?" He watched Logan's reflection as he turned back to Virgil.
"English."
"Shit, I forgot to finish my draft." Virgil snatched his hairbrush off his dresser, running it through his bed-head frantically. Logan chuckled, stretching his arms out.
"You can finish it at breakfast."
"How long do we have 'till then?" said Virgil, now rummaging through his closet.
"40 minutes."
"Okay." Virgil turned toward Logan. "I'm assuming you're gonna take a shower?"
"Mhm. I honestly don't understand how you go without one." he said, finally getting out of bed. He grabbed a towel out of his chest. "Is it alright if I go first?"
"Go ahead."
Half an hour later the two of them were rushing around, doing a few final checks. Well, at least Virgil was rushing around.
"Are you sure I can finish it at breakfast?" Logan frowned.
"I don't know, it's your writing."
"I'm just editing."
"Well then why wouldn't you?" He replied, straightening his tie. Virgil shrugged, grabbing his pencil case off his desk and shoving it into his bag.
"I dunno, Lo. I'm just a mess in general."
"You're a pretty great mess, if I do say so myself." Warmth flooded through Virgil at the compliment, leaving him confused. This was the third time this morning he'd blushed because of Logan...
Logan, however, didn't seem to notice his roommates reaction. He grabbed his bag off of his desk before turning to Virgil.
"I feel like I'm forgetting something..." said Virgil, ruffling through his bag.
"Keys?"
"Ah, right. Thanks, Logan."
"No problem."
Just as Virgil was about to leave, he spotted an empty pill bottle on his desk. He grabbed it, before shoving it into his pocket. Logan shot a questioning look at Virgil as he joined him in the hallway.
"I'm seeing my phsyciatrist today, she said she was going to switch my meds. Wanted to know which ones I was taking." Logan nodded.
The two walked down the hallway in silence, enjoying each other's company. While it was peaceful, Virgil couldn't help but adress the slight giddiness that seemed to have settled in his chest. It was confusing; he had no reason to feel this way. It was a nice feeling, though. Kind of like he was floating.
He followed Logan down the hallway to an elevator, and stepped inside. As the doors closed, Logan asked-
"How come you didn't finish your draft?" Virgil shrugged.
"I dunno, I just couldn't get it done." Logan frowned.
"Weren't you staring at your computer screen for like 30 minutes last-"
"Shhhhhh~!" Virgil held up a finger.
"What?"
"You're ruining it."
"What am I ruining, exactly?"
"My excuse." The doors opened at the lobby, and the pair stepped out, and began walking to the doors.
"I'm just saying, you can't exactly tell Mrs Von that." Virgil scrunched up his nose. The two walked up to the sliding doors. Just as they cracked open, a familiar voice filtered through.
"Hey guys!!!!" Despite his confusion, Virgil found himself smiling.
Standing in the middle of the courtard was a grinning Roman, waving madly at them. Patton was with him, also waving, although in a much calmer manner. Logan exhaled as he adjusted his bag strap.
"Good morning you two." They joined the others in the courtyard, and the four of them began to walk toward the dining hall. This had become the usual routine for them. Each pair would come out about eight minutes before breakfast, wait for the other, and then they'd walk together.
"Have you guys finished your drafts for english?"
"Yup."
"Pretty much. I'm gonna look over it at breakfast, though." Virgil groaned.
"I swear I'm the only one who isn't finished." He said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"How much do you have left?" asked Patton, falling into step beside him.
"Just editing."
"Well then you shouldn't have a problem, should you?" He said, smiling encouragingly. Virgil shrugged, looking away.
What if he didn't finish though? He was fine with being in trouble, but being called out in front of everyone was a high possibility, and certainly wasn't one he liked.
"C'mon, Virg!" Patton brushed his shoulder against Virgil's. "You'll be alright. All the teachers are understanding, they take illnesses into account, remember?" Virgil chuckled.
"It sounds like you'rer talking about cancer." Virgil's eyes widened. "N-Not that I'm joking about cancer, of course- that's kind of stupid-"
"Virgil, I know. Calm down." Patton linked his arm through Virgil's. It was a simple touch, but it certainly helped calm him.
"And anyway, I have something else to mention." Patton slowed his pace, tugging Virgil along with him. Virgil let out a small noise at the movement, before steadying himself and glancing at Patton, worried. Noticing Virgil's expression, Patton let out a small chuckle.
"Nothing bad I promise." Virgil raised an eyebrow, causing Patton to gasp. "How do you do that? You're like Doctor Who!" Virgil scoffed.
"Hardly."
"Anyway, I just wanted to ask... Are you good?" Virgil looked at strangely.
"Yeah~? I mean I haven't got worse since I got here-"
"No no no, not like that. I mean, this morning, you looked kinda spaced out." Was it that noticable?
"I was? I didn't notice."
"I'd like to make it clear that I don't believe that for a second." Apparently Patton could see through him. "Tell me~! That is if you want to, of course."
"I'd prefer not to." Patton pouted, but left it alone.
But now Virgil was even more confused. There isn't any reason for him not to tell Patton, so why didn't he tell him? Maybe to avoid sounding crazy?
"Hurry up, slowpokes!" Virgil looked up to see Roman watching them from around 20 feet away, tapping his foot impatiently. "At this rate all the hashbrowns will be gone."
"They refill them, Roman."
"Shut it, Calculator."
"Roman! What did I say about name calling!" Roman rolled his eyes.
"Okay, dad." Patton grinned mischeviously.
"That's right. You're all my kiddos now." Logan blinked.
"You're younger than me-"
"Hush, Lolo. Respect your elders."
"Roman what have you done." said Virgil jokingly.
"We're gonna be late!" said Roman, grabbing Patton by the hand. "Accompany me, Padre!"
Logan watched the pair's retreating backs with a dumbstruck look.
"I have never been more confused in my life?" Virgil snickered at the look on his face, before grabbing his elbow. His skin tingled where it met Logan's.
"Come on, Logan. If we leave them alone they'll probably find a way to burn the hall down.
"There are no fires lit in the hall?!"
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Summary : Virgil and Logan are getting ready for bed, Virgil being a blushing gay mess the whole way. They meet the others in the courtyard, and walk to the dining hall. Patton notices that Virgil's spaced out today, to which he responds with "I didn't notice." It doesn't fool Patton though. Platonic Lamp shenanigins ensue, and Virgil is left wondering what the elated feeling in his chest is.
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Rain, I ask you: ALL the quarantine asks!
Animated character that was your gay awakening? not really an ‘awakening’ so much as a ‘hint’, but Azula from Avatar: the Last Airbender ... yep
Grilled cheese or PB&J? GRILLED CHEESE
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Brunch or midnight snacks? ehh fuck it, both???? both!!
Favorite mug you own easter limited edition waitrose mug, squat and round and yellow, painted/shaped like a very round chick. a Borb,,,,
What coffee drink would you describe yourself as? i actually thought about this and, uh, peppermint mocha. not for everyone, slightly weird, never fitting in with the regulars/being a default, but???? obviously awesome?? also: about 65% on the mainstream/hipster scale
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What’s that one TV show that you’re a little bit embarrassed to watch but you still like nonetheless? ...do i experience embarrassment about what i like to watch on TV? i don’t know if i do, because i watch relatively few shows ... and have relatively little shame? maybe???
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Where do you sit in the living room (we all have a preferred spot, and you know it)? on either side of the couch haha
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Pick an old-school Disney Channel Original Movie i don’t think i.....know any????
Are you a “Quote that relates to the photos” caption-er, an “explanation of where I took the photos” caption-er, or a no caption kinda person when you post pictures online? explanation, though on instagram quite often the photo and caption are unrelated
Name a classic Vine there’s only one thing worse than a rapist...
What’s the freezer food that you stock up on when you go to the grocery store? dumplings! as in the gyoza type.
How do you top your ice cream? that ‘magic’ chocolate sauce that hardens into chocolate. that stuff. i watched those ads all childhood long but my parents were immigrants and therefore very thrifty so we NEVER bought it iirc and then in my adulthood i got it a bunch of times. but now i live in the uk and can’t find it. and forgot it existed. and have never seen it anywhere.
Do you like Jello? the kind that’s served on a plate as a dessert? meh. the kind that are found in asian grocery stores as individual fruit-flavoured serves in little plastic cups? YES
What’s something that you don’t have a picture of that you wish you did? future stock prices? LOL ... or i’m gonna go with @queenofslime‘s answer again -- how others see me. it’s a great answer.
How are you at climbing trees? not............ good. i mean, i like climbing, but i have absolutely terrible upper body strength. i did bouldering for a couple months but only stuck to the first like... three out of nine difficulty levels.
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SEKAIICHI HATSUKOI ONODERA RITSU NO BAAI Chapter 27 Preliminary Translation (for the impatient)!!!
**MAJOR SPOILERS**
If you’re like me, you see the new foreign language raws of Sekakoi and are dying to read them right away. For those people, I’ve drafted a preliminary translation of the long-awaited twenty-seventh chapter of The Case of Onodera Ritsu, which just came out on the 29th!!! My translations are from Chinese, so I can’t vouch for how closely they follow the original Japanese text. As a die-hard fan of Sekakoi, I tried to translate Takano and Onodera as I understand (and LOVE!!) them as people. Just a note, though, my translations air on the liberal interpretation side and hope to refit the text to sound natural (or as natural as possible) in English, so if you’re looking for a word-for-word translation, you won’t find it here. Additionally, I know that there is a group who is officially scanlating SIH, and I do not mean to step on anyone’s toes or offend anyone. This is not a full scanlation in the slightest – it’s just for those who want a quick translation. I would be MORE THAN ECSTATIC AND EXTREMELY HONORED if the scanlation group covering SIH wants to work off of any of my translations, but please contact me if you do. :D
Credits for the scans that I used to translate go to Tong Meng Hui同萌繪 （ cute and clever name by the way – my inner Chinese history geek heartily approves） scanlation group. The link to their scanlation is here, and I take ABSOLUTELY NO CREDIT for it: https://weibo.com/u/1582384823?is_hot=1#_rnd1514689495071.
Lastly, Shungiku Nakamura’s works belong to her, of course. Please buy the originals to support her work!! (By the way, there is a special thirteenth volume coming out in May with an extra booklet and some sort of marriage related special??!!).
So!! Enjoy, and feel free to send suggestions. Any errors are mine alone!
*Edited for a read-more function and some small errors. Sorry everyone and thank you for your patience.
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Title Page:
Surely, these minute details of everyday life will one day become precious memories.
[May 1st Release – Onodera Ritsu no Baai Volume 13 (special edition and extra booklet) Now in pre-sale!!
Also on sale are the extremely popular SIH volumes 1-12 and Junjou Romantica 1-22.
Ultra-capable Editor in Chief x Newbie editor’s sightly realistic publishing company world love story!
SIH will be released as an app-game for smart-phones!!!!
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Every time I cross over
Those pink tracks…
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clang clang clang
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Ritsu: Eh? You’ve moved there?
Mutou Sensei: Oh, do you know the area?
Ritsu: Yes, that was the closest station to my high school!
Mutou sensei: Ahhh... I see!
Ritsu: Ah yes, but that you have moved to Tokyo is really quite the surprise.
Mutou sensei: Ahaha. Because handing in the manuscripts on-time and securing assistants was never that convenient…. (I’d about reached my limits!)
Ritsu: Ah.
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Ritsu: Also, I know you must be very busy unpacking… but regarding the manuscript…
Mutou sensei: It’s no problem at all. I’ve just finished it!
Ritsu: Really? Fantastic! Thank you for your hard work!!! Ah, so could I come pick it up now?
Ok, great, thank you so much, you’ve been a great help. Ok, I will see you soon.
RItsu (thoughts): it has been so long since I’ve been to XX station….
Looking out the windows of the train on my way to school, every year there would always be cherry blossoms lining the tracks…
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[And
Day
After day
After day
I would be secretly watching Sempai from behind on my way to school.
GAHH~!!!!! Stop thinking about that dark history!!!!!
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Takano: What the hell are you doing?
Ritsu: !?(startle!) Why are you here?
Takano: Um maybe because I work here…?
Here are the materials for the meeting. Remember to look them over before tomorrow.
Ritsu: Huh? Ah, okay!
Oh, I am headed over to Mutou Sensei’s house to pick up the manuscript.
Takano: Mutou sensei’s?
Ritsu: Yes, it seems she just moved to Tokyo yesterday.
Takano: No way.
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Takano: Where does she live?
Ritsu: Um. Well …
At XX station on YY line.
Takano: XX station?
Ah!
That's –
[Don’t say it!!!] stands up abruptly Ah, well, then I’m headed off.
Takano: Hang on. I’ll be heading out to meet with an author as well, so why don’t we go together?
Ritsu: Ah… but… um…
Takano: What?
Ritsu: It’s nothing.
Ritsu (thinking): If I seem too flustered, he’ll think that I care about it too much!!
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Takano: Achoo
Ritsu: Have you caught a cold?
Takano: Well, it’s not at full cold status yet, just the first signs.
Ritsu: (Hmph!) Takano-san, it seems that someone hasn’t been taking care of themselves.
Takano: Ah… maybe.
So, why don’t you come over to my house today to take care of me. I’ll make dinner for you. (Aren’t you done for today after picking up the manuscript?)
Ritsu: Blush I’m not going!!
Takano: Oh, right. Here, take this.
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Ritsu: ?
Takano: It’s the key to my apartment.
Ritsu: Huh?
Takano: You can come over whenever you want. Also, as a thank you in return, give me the key to your apartment.
Ritsu: Wha?
Takano: Or why don’t we just move in together. Otherwise, you might die alone at your house and I might never know.
If we live together, the house would be super neat and there would always be hot food to eat, now doesn’t that sound nice?
Ritsu: Huh? Wait!!!
Takano: And then I wouldn’t have to worry about your friend anymore.
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RItsu: Wha – what are you talking about?
Takano: Anyway, come over today.
Ritsu: No thank you – please allow me to decline!
Takano: Why?
Ritsu: Well because judging by past experiences… (t/n this could also be “well because common sense tells me…”)
[Ah. The key to Takano-san’s apartment. I remember.]
Takano: What?
Ritsu: … it’s nothing.
Takano: If you have something to say, just say it.
Ritsu: I don’t…
Takano: Onodera.
Ritsu: …
…
Well, that is,
That key to your apartment.. wasn’t it… that was Yokozawa’s before, right?
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Ritsu: ...I just suddenly thought of it, that’s all!
An-anyway I’ve got somewhere to be, so I’m heading off. I’ll see you later.
Takano: Onodera.
I’ve already had him return that key to me.
Ritsu: Huh? It’s not as if - I’m not –
Takano: I’m sorry.
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Takano: I should have told you properly. I’m sorry.
I had already asked for the key that I gave to Yokozawa back. The key I just gave you is a new one.
Ritsu: Huh? Ah! I already said that I’m not –
[No no – it can’t seem as if I care about this too much!!]
Ritsu: A-and anyways we rent our apartments, how could you give one to someone else? What will happen when you leave that place?
Takano: I talked it over with the building management before I made this one, so it’s not a problem.
Because, I wanted you to have it no matter what.
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Takano: So take it. clink
Ritsu: Wai-
Takano: Bye-bye. I’ll leave Mutou sensei to you then.
Ritsu: Takano-san!!!
Woman: Good work.
Takano: You too.
Ritsu’s thought: ……Heyyyy…., even if you give me that thing…
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slam
Ritsu (thoughts): I’m returning it to him. This is me returning it to him!
Ugh god, what is that person thinking?!
Kisa: Ricchan, you haven’t left yet?
Ritsu: Hahaha, ah, no, I forgot something…
Ritsu (thoughts): Just because he gave me a key, he tells me to give him my key and to live with him. I totally cannot understand what he is thinking!
[but]
Ritsu’s thoughts: this way…
[He took his key back (from Yokozawa)]
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ding
Nao: oh, hey! If it isn’t Ritsu!
Ritsu: Nao! You’re working at Marukawa today?
Nao: Yep. I’ve gotten another job here besides the photo collection book. And what are you up to?
Ritsu: I’m on my way to pick up a manuscript.
Nao: (?!) Oh? So you have to go door-to-door to pick up the manuscripts yourself?
Ritsu: No, not every time. This time the author had just happened to have recently moved here, so I thought I’d pay a visit.
Nao: Oh okay, is it nearby?
Ritsu: No, maybe 30-40 minutes by train. Seems to be near my old school – which caught me by surprise!
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Nao: Huuuuh. Did you suggest that place to sensei?
Ritsu: No, it was just a coincidence!
Nao: Uh-huh…
Ritsu: Then, I’ll see you later!
Nao: I’ll go with you.
Ritsu: What?
Nao: Well, I was just getting ready to head back anyway.
Ritsu: Huh? Um… but I’m going for work…
Nao: It’s fine, it’s fine. I won’t go with you to the author’s house.
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Ritsu: Ummmm..but..
Nao: I just want to see what your old school was like! After I take a look, I’ll head back on my own – so there’s no issue, right?
Ritsu: That is….. Errrrr…. Um…
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Announcement: XX station. XX station. Doors will open on your left.
(sound effect: clang clang clang)
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Nao: Ritsu? The gate finally went up (Ah. Sure took its time.)
Ritsu: Oh right, sorry! Um, it’s this way! The school is about five minutes walking distance from here.
Nao: OK.
Nao: Hey, is it that building right over there?
Ritsu: Ah, yes.
RItsu (thoughts): The uniforms haven’t changed at all.
Nao: Wowww, pretty impressive school you have here!!
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[Ahhhh…. Right. Takano-san and I have definitely walked this path before…]
Startle
Ritsu (thoughts): It seems I’ve started thinking of a lot of different things….
(muddle muddle)
That sort of sordid history can’t be summed up with simple “nostalgia….”
Nao: Has it changed?
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RItsu: Huh?
Nao: The school.
Ritsu: Oh, I’m not sure. From the outside, it looks like it hasn’t changed…
Nao: Well I’m sure they’ve renovated it since then.
Ritsu: Ah, that’s true…
Nao: …. Uh huh…. Ten years ago, you met Saga-sempai here huh….
Ritsu: What? (*heartbeat*) Ah, um…. Yeah.
Nao: Hmm….
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Nao: I clearly don’t know anything about the Ritsu of that time, and yet that person does. It really doesn’t sit well with me.
Ritsu: Huh? What are you talking abou-
Nao: Ritsu.
I really do love you.
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Ritsu: …..
…. What?
Nao: At first it was just because I thought you were at risk and couldn’t stop worrying about you that I became your friend.
But after that, after spending each day with you, slowly but surely, I started to really understand you. And then, I fell in love with you.
Narration: [He did recently say, “I’m serious about this.” Could it be… that it was true?]
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Ritsu: B-but, in all the time I’ve known you, you’ve never…
Nao: Well, that’s obviously because I didn’t want to let you find out.
It was, after all, under those circumstances, and I also thought maybe I was confusing feelings of empathy with romantic interest.
But later I realized that it was, in fact, interest.
And you never mentioned anything about Saga-sempai again. I even breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that you had finally given him up.
Because I had seen how depressed you were then, I thought that any confession that I would make might cause you even more pain.
So, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
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Nao: Rather than risk pushing you away with a confession, it would be better to continue to be friends… is what I thought. So I didn’t say anything.
… but… in the end, I couldn’t accept that.
After we parted I also had a lot of different experiences, but in the end, from then until now, it was always you that I loved
Ritsu: O-oh, is that so… I’m sorry. At the time, because I was so caught up in my own affairs, I never noticed.
Nao: Ahahaha. You really are thick-headed.
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Nao: Are you still in love with Saga-sempai?
Ritsu: Huh?
Nao: Ritsu, don’t let yourself get hurt like you did last time.
Ritsu: Hu-hurt? I was never-
Nao: So… it is just that you’ve been restrained by these feelings of “I liked him,” am I right?
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Nao: I don’t want to see you like that ever again.
Ritsu: Nao… Nao.
Nao: Even if he has changed his name, he is still that same guy that hurt you!
Since he is your boss, I can’t ask you not to see him again, but to be honest, just seeing him by your side - it pisses me off.
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Nao: I hope that you will take some time to think this over properly, so you don’t have to give me an answer right now.
But from now on I hope you can see me as a potential romantic partner.
Well, then, I’m heading off now. Bye bye!
Ritsu: Eh – Nao!
Nao: I’m satisfied by seeing the school; hurry up and pick up your manuscript!
Ah. Ritsu. I just want you to remember this.
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Nao: I definitely treasure you more. At least a lot more than any “Saga-sempai” or “Takano san” ever could.
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[… … … Nao.
He is serious about me. He truly is a good friend. When I had fallen so deeply into the pit of despair, he was always there to support me. It’s hard to even say just how much he helped me.]
Ritsu (thoughts): Because I had always seen him as a friend, I never even noticed… He said he didn’t need an answer right away, but I should have let him down right then.
Even if he says that he wants me to see him as a romantic partner, I still only see him as a friend.
[And what’s more…]
Memory: Nao: So… it is just that you’ve been restrained by these feelings of “I liked him,” am I right?
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[…. Could that be it?]
Ritsu (thoughts): No, that can’t be right. My past was always a dark patch of history devoid of any sort of happy memories.
And what’s even more, with the ten years intervening, it is hard to even glimpse a shadow of what it was like back then.
Yes, that’s it.
[Not only tyrannical, but also unyielding, his personality is the worst, and he is always doing all this inappropriate stuff to me].
……
[But.]
[He’s very capable when it comes to work, and every manga that he has a hand in creating is interesting. He does say things that are way over the line… but in the end, his advice is always on the mark.]
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[When I succeed, he praises me, and he also has always believed in me… moreover, he says that he has never stopped loving me over these past ten years.]
….
I should really clear things up with Nao.
[I’m not being restrained by old feelings. And I’m not being controlled by them either. I really need to tell him that it is not like that at all.]
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Ritsu: Huh?
Hatori: Welcome back. That took a while, huh.
Ritsu: Ah, I’m sorry about that. When I picked up the manuscript, we also chatted about content for next chapter.
Takano-san isn’t back yet?
Hatori: He said that he was headed straight home after his meeting with the author.
Ritsu: Huh?!
Hatori: Did something happen?
Ritsu: Eh? Ah, no! I see, so that’s what he said.
Oh, well, then I’ll be headed off as well.
Hatori: Okay, good work today.
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[Anyway – his key! What should I do with it?!]
Ritsu (thoughts): Since he went straight home, that means that he has to have another key, right? Then, it’s a non-issue. I’ll just leave the key here and go straight home, right?!
But what if some sort of accident happens if I leave it here – that’s scary to think about.
We-well, but, why does it have to be me who worries about this kind of stuff?
phone rings
Ritsu: Hello?!!
Takano: I don’t have a key, so I can’t get into my house.
Ritsu: What?
Why?
Takano: Didn’t I just give my key to you?
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Ritsu: Huh? But that’s a spare, right? Don’t you have another set?
Takano: I left them at home.
Ritsu: What?!
Takano: Aren’t you finished with work already anyways? Come back; I’ll make dinner for you.
Ritsu (thoughts): Okay, you DEFINITELY did that on purpose just because I didn’t agree to eat dinner with you. You KNEW your other key was at your house, and purposefully gave me your only key…
Takano: If you don’t come back, then I can’t make dinner, so get moving.
Ritsu: Please don’t be so difficult! Why couldn’t you have just not given me the key in the first place?
Takano: ACHOO
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Takano: Achooo
Ritsu: Hey, wait a second, are you alright?
Takano: sniff What?
Ritsu: You have a cold, don’t you?
Takano: I don’t.
Achoo
Ritsu: Ahh, you do, though. Okay, okay, I get it, I get it.
[DAMNNIT!!] grabs
[Doing this sort of childish thing just to play around with people– it would clearly be best if I just let him deal with things by himself.]
Ritsu (thoughts): But, if his cold gets worse and he tries to pin this all on me, that’ll suck.
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[I really want to tell him that he is just getting what he deserves. Are you an idiot?! What the heck is going on in the brain of yours? This isn’t for Takano-san at all. It’s only because I have a lot that I want to say that I’m running…. And bringing Takano-san’s key…]
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Ritsu panting from running
Ah ha ah hah
Ritsu: WHAA?
Takano: I’m starving. (It’s hot out.)
Ritsu: And I just ran all the way here from the station!!
Takano: You’re kidding.
Ritsu: I’m not! Because if you died in the doorway, I’d have nightmares. (You just figured that out now, didn’t you?!)
Takano: ….
Ah….
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Takano: Thanks. pat pat Sorry, but I’m super happy right now.
Ritsu: Please! Please don’t do such childish things!
Takano: All I did was give you my key.
Ritsu: So, I’m saying, this sort of thing –
Takano: Here. Drink this.
Ritsu (thoughts): Huh…? Isn’t this already half empty? Which means…
Takano: Our relationship is past the point of being embarrassed over indirect kisses, no?
Ritsu: TAKANO-SAN!!!!! (blush blush blush!)
Takano: Alright, alright.
Were you able to collect the manuscript?
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Ritsu: Ah, yes. Sensei also sends her regards.
Takano: Where’s her house near?
RItsu: Oh, remember the bus station in front of the school? It’s that apartment that you can see right after you turn onto the side-road.
Takano: … Ah. It’s sort of coming back to me. Actually, I remember standing in front of the street-gate waiting for it to go up and getting pissed when it wouldn’t. (Ritsu – bdmp)
Is it still the same?
Ritsu: Eh, ah, yes. B-but I never thought I had to wait long there.
Takano: No way.
Ritsu: … Ah. B-but Nao also complained that it took forever.
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RItsu urk : Ah….
Takano: …
You. You went with Nao to pick up the manuscript?
Ritsu: … Um… about that… Please let me explain.
Takano: In the hallway?
Ritsu: Huh? Ah, ummm. Then I’ll just send you an email when I get home.
Takano: Didn’t I just tell you? I don’t have a key.
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Takano: Open the door.
Ritsu: …
k-chak
Takano: Go on.
blocking the way
Ritsu: Ta-takano-san. Um. Nao was at the company for work, and I just happened to run into him in the lobby.
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Ritsu: I – after I said that Sensei’s house was close to my old school, he said he wanted to come see it. I turned him down, but in the end I wasn’t able to lose him.
Ah, but of course, I didn’t tell him Mutou Sensei’s address. We just walked together next to the school, and then split up.
Takano: What did you talk about?
Ritsu: Just some regular topics.
Takano: What do you mean by “regular?”
Ritsu: J-just. About school. About old times.
Takano: And you were confessed to as well, weren’t you?
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Ritsu: startle
Takano: …. So what did you say.
Ritsu: Please don’t use such leading questions to interrogate me!
Takano: But if I didn’t do that, you wouldn’t say anything, no?
Ritsu: O-okay yes, he confessed, but I said before that I only see Nao as a friend, so I was surprised.
Takano: And how did you respond?
Ritsu: I- I didn’t. Because he said that I didn’t need to respond right away.
Takano: …
Ritsu: And!
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Takano: And what?
Ritsu: ….
Ritsu: I’m heading back. Here is your key!!
Grab
Ritsu: Wha-
Takano: You still haven’t answered me.
Ritsu: Please let me go!
Push
Ritsu: Waa!!
Takano: So. After I find out that the person I like has been confessed to, you expect me to hold my composure?
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Takano: Even when it was just that the guy knew things about those ten years of yours that I didn’t, I was pissed. Why did it have to be at this time, another moment in which I wasn’t there, that you were confessed to?
[E-even if you say that]
Takano: …
Even though I’ve resolved myself to waiting for you, I can still get worried.
So. How many more times do I have to hold you for you to finally belong to me? (t/n also could be read as how many times do we have to sleep together for you to finally belong to me.)
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Takano: Ritsu. I love you.
So, hurry up and give your full self to me
.
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mouth mouth
RItsu: Haaa
Tremble
Ritsu: Ha
Ritsu: Wai-
Drop
RItsu: Ah, ha tremble
Takano: You’re so warm.
bite
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glub glub
Ritsu: hah hah
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Ritsu: Hah, hah hah
suckle suckle suckle, kiss kiss kiss
RItsu: Ta-takano san! (hahh)
Liiiick
Takano: What?
Ritsu: It’s – it’s already…
If you contin…ue…
!!
Mouth
Jolt
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Ritsu: Ahh!!
Ritsu (thought): Ah. Because there is a layer of cloth between us, I feel like, somehow, it’s not enough.
Fondle fondle, grope, grope
Takano: Is it uncomfortable?
RItsu: (hahh) I-it…
Takano: Do you want to get off?
Ritsu: Didn’t I just tell you to stop these leading questions?
Takano: And didn’t I just tell you to give your full self to me?
Ritsu: Hah. Hah.
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RItsu: ……
…. It’s too embarrassing. Please don’t look.
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RItsu: Ah, ah. Ah ah.
Thrust thrust thrust
Takano’s thoughts: Ahhh…. Feels great.
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thrust hahh
[Right now, what I’m feeling in my heart, it isn’t just old emotions.]
Ritsu (thought): Ah, so deep.
RItsu (thought): Ah. Why does he always touch there….
What should I do… It feels so good.
[There is a sort of feeling that doesn’t solely belong to then, and yet also doesn’t solely belong to now, that is slowly blossoming within my chest.]
Lick
Memory: Are you in love with Saga-sempai?
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Takano: Ritsu.
[But to think that this feeling might be “love”?]
thrust
Ritsu: Ah!
turns over
Takano: Man, you’re a mess.
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[On the other hand, if this isn’t “love” then what else can it be called?]
Ritsu: Takano san. Hah hah.
[This feeling is slowly building up, and the more it builds up, the stronger it gets.]
[How much longer will it be until I finally escape his hold on me?]
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Takano and Onodera: ACHOOO.
Takano: Your greeting?
Ritsu: Good morning!!
Takano: Morning. What, do you have a cold?
Ritsu: NO!
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Ritsu (thoughts): It can’t be that I caught Takano-san’s cold. That would suck!!
Sniffle
Ritsu: Takano-san, you’re up early today.
Takano: I have a meeting first thing. (pain in the ass!)
But that means we can head to the office together.
clang clang
Takano: By the way, when I heard you talk about old school memories, I thought of something.
Ritsu: What?
Takano: On my way to school and on my way home from school, you were always following me, no?
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Ritsu: Wha-wha-wha- what are you saying? Hahahahahaha.
Takano: Ah, so it’s true.
Ritsu: Why would I do something like that? We went to the same school; of course we took the same route to and from school!
Takano: Well, whatever, it’s an indisputable fact that you were my stalker, though.
Ritsu: Th-that was your imagination. Takano-san, don’t you think that you’re flattering yourself?
Takano: Flattering myself shouldn’t be a problem though. Anyway, it is just around you that it happens.
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Ritsu: Huh?!!!
[We will soon be arriving at Fantian Bridge (t/n not sure what the Japanese is here) station.
[Every time I cross over those pink tracks…
Overtime, that street-gate became infamous, and everyone grew to hate it.
But, for me, that street-gate was always a place that I looked forward to.
Because it was there, day after day, that I could see the person I loved.
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RItsu: ….
Takano: I’m being watched again… (What the heck is he doing?)
[Days until Ritsu falls in love (completely): 36.]
[The end]
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Hook, line and sinker.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Story Summary: Takes place after the events of Civil War - Bucky is living in an apartment in the City - one of the conditions of Tony and Steve’s new truce. Bucky seems to develop a soft spot for his neighbor across the hall.
Warnings: Language, fluff, flirtation, I think that might be it.
A/N: I’ve had this sitting in my drafts forever and I’m finally posting it. I hope you enjoy it! Also, I had to edit this on mobile, since my laptop took a shit(hopefully I’ll get a new one for christmas!)
The first time Bucky heard you sing, he knew he had to get to know you.
‘My lover’s got humor, she’s the giggle at a funeral.’
He was sure you couldn’t hear his light footsteps coming down the basement stairs, the washer and dryer that you shared was always making an awful knocking noise. He hadn’t ever met you face to face before, he’d only ever heard your voice.
You were more beautiful than he had imagined.
‘Knows everybody’s disapproval,
I should’ve worshipped her sooner.’
Each note that you sang made his heart race more and more. He was sure that at some point, it would jump right out of his throat and run straight to you.
‘If the heavens ever did speak,
She’s the last true mouthpiece.’
His remaining descent of the stairs happens in a daze. He feels like he’s floating as he watches you sway to the music he can’t hear, emotion evident on your face, even with your eyes closed.
‘Every Sundays getting more bleak,
Fresh poison each week.’
He sets his basket down beside him, crossing his arms over his chest as you continue folding your freshly cleaned clothes. He decides he loves seeing you like this - no makeup, hair in a messy tie on your head, sporting sweatpants and a loose tank-top, a grey hoodie hanging off your shoulders.
‘”We were born sick.”
You heard them say it.’
He has to resist the urge to come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face in the crook of your neck, that beautiful neck. He’s completely infatuated with the freckles that dust your skin; he wants nothing more than to study each and every one until he finds constellations.
You close your mouth momentarily, still humming along to the tune as you find the match for each of your socks. He’s completely enamored with the curve of your lip, the dimple in the corner of your mouth.
‘Take me to church,
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies,
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.
Offer me that deathless death,
Good god, let me give you my life.’
Hook, line and sinker, he’s yours and you don’t even know it.
He gets so caught up in the sway of your hips, the random strands of hair that fall around your face, he doesn’t even see the basket in front of his feet, gracefully tripping and ripping you out of your blissful state. He looks up from his heap on the floor to see your wide eyes staring down at him, a mixture of amusement and worry in your features. You pull your earphones out quickly, taking a few steps closer to the strange, handsome man in your laundry room. “Shit - are you okay?” You ask, reaching down to help him, his arm muscles feeling taut under your fingertips. “Yeah, sorry, I.. It’s pretty late, I didn’t think anyone would be down here..” He muses, running a gloved hand through his hair once he’s upright once more. Your lips twitch into a nervous smile as you straighten out the ratty clothing you now realized you were wearing. “Yeah, uh.. I usually wash my stuff in the morning, but.. Cleaning is a stress reliever for me, so..” You trailed off, trying to keep your eyes from exploring each and every inch of the man before you.
There’s a pause in the conversation before he thrusts his right hand forward in greeting. “James. or Bucky. Apartment 3B.” He tells you, and you smile softly, resting your hand in his. He makes you feel so small. “Y/N. 3A.” His eyes light up at this, “You live right above me, then?” You nod in response and a huge grin takes over his face. “You-you’re the one with the dog, yeah?” Your eyes widen in fear. “Oh-oh god, I’m so sorry.. Selene can be pretty.. talkative at times, I’ll try and keep her more quiet.” You tuck your hair behind your ear nervously, but he just shakes his head with a quiet laugh. “No, no.. Not a problem at all, I just.. I love dogs. What kind is she?” He wonders, his heart hammering in his chest at how easy you are to talk to.
“Husky. Do you have a dog?” You ask, feeling comfortable enough to turn away and continue to fold your clothes as you talk to him. He comes to stand beside you, leaning back against the washer so he can see your face. “No, no.. I’m away for work a lot.. I’d feel terrible for leavin’ the little fella by himself all day, y’know?” You smile at this, an accent slipping through in his words. “And what do you do for work, James or Bucky?” You wondered, flirting with him the tiniest bit. He’s quiet for a few moments and you look up at him in confusion. His eyes are focused on the floor, a far off look on his face. “James?” You prompt, taking a step towards him. Before you can say anything else, he looks up at you with a forced smile. “I’ll come back in about an hour. You should be done by then, yeah?” He says hurriedly, before turning and darting up the stairs, going so fast that he even forgot his clothes.
You watch him escape from the conversation, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little hurt at how he’d just ran away from you. “Well..” You mumbled to yourself, going back to your clothes. “That’s the last time I try to flirt with anyone.”
It would be a whole week before you saw Bucky again.
You were stumbling into the apartment building, bags upon bags of groceries in one hand and an overly large bag of dog food in the other. It was the beginning of November and you’d managed to break a sweat from the taxi to the elevator, only to find an ‘out of order’ sign on the door. “Mother fucker.” You hissed, trying to balance the bag of dog food on your hip as you turned towards the staircase. You’d have to climb 3 flights of stairs to get to your apartment and you weren’t looking forward to it. “Well.. Mama didn’t raise a quitter.” You mumbled to yourself before making your way to the stairs. A voice from behind you stopped you in your tracks. “Can i help you with those?” Turning slowly, you saw none other than James standing behind you, bundled up in a leather jacket, scarf and beanie, gloves on both of his hands today. You shake your head slowly, clearing your throat. “I think I can manage, thank you.” You say softly before turning back to the stairs.
“I work for the government.. Security mostly..” He says quickly, making you cease motion once more. “I can’t tell you what department.” He adds, voice timid. “So.. you’re like a cop?” You ask, turning your head with your eyebrow raised in inquiry. He shrugs. “Not really - well… Sort of.. I guess.” He chews his lip nervously as he waits for you to say something, anything at all. You let out a small sigh, beckoning him forward with the nod of your head. “C’mon Officer James, you can help me this one time.” You tease him, and a shy smile forms on his lips. “Sergeant, actually. Its Sergeant James.” He tells you with a wink as he takes a few of the grocery bags and the dog food from you. “3A?” He confirms, before taking off up the stairs in front of you. You’re stunned. Where was this shift in behavior coming from and - goddamn, how could a man have such a nice ass? You have to tear your gaze from his jeans as you follow him up the stairs.
“Thank you, James, I.. I really appreciate it.” You tell him when you reach your floor. You can already hear Selene whining before you approach your door. “It’s no problem, ma’am. Glad to help.” He replies, that same, shy smile taking over his face again. When you reach your door and dig your keys out of your purse, Selene lets out a bark and Bucky looks at you, eyes wide with excitement. “Is-is that her?” He asks, and you nod, putting your key in the lock and turning it. “You can come in and meet her, if you’d like.. I can’t promise she won’t jump on you or lick you.” He just nods excitedly, waiting for you to open the door. As soon as you walk inside, Selene is on you. “Hi, girl. Hi. I know, I missed you, too.” You giggle as she desperately tries to reach your face to give you the affection she’s been holding in the entire time you’ve been gone. “I know, I know.” You whisper, hearing the soft sound of Bucky placing your groceries on the small island in your kitchen.
Selene’s attention is suddenly grabbed, ears perking up as her head snaps in his direction. “Selene, this is my friend James.” You tell her, keeping a hold on her collar in case she makes to leap at him, too. Bucky takes a few steps forward, a warm smile on his face as he holds his hand out to her to smell before he tries to touch her. She sniffs, once, twice, three times before trusting enough to nuzzle his hand, making his smile grow even more. “Hi there, pretty girl.” He coos, slowly kneeling so he’s closer to her height as he begins scratching behind her ears. Her eyes closed in contentment and you feel your heart soar. She loved him already.
You let them have their moment in peace, taking the time to unpack and put away your groceries, trying to hold back your smiles as you hear him talking to her. “You’re such a pretty girl.. and so soft.. I wish I had a dog like you.” You hear Bucky let out a loud chuckle and your head snaps in his direction. Selene has managed to knock him over and is currently assaulting his face with her affection, slobber everywhere. “Oh, Selene, knock it off! Thats rude!” You chastise her, quickly coming over to shoo her away. She retreats to the safety of her dog bed, a small whimper leaving her as she tries to reason with you without words. She just wanted to love him.
You offer Bucky your hand to help him up, which he gladly takes, dusting the dog hair from his jeans once he’s standing. “Oh, she’s alright. I don’t mind.” He informs you with a soft smile.
There’s a beat of awkward silence between the two of you as he looks around your apartment. “I like your setup.. Is that what I think it is?” He asks, eyes lighting up as he notices your record player in the corner of the living room. “A record player? Yeah.. I may or may not collect vinyl.” You tell him, walking over to the device and motioning for him to follow you. “It’s beautiful.” He whispers, running his fingers over its edges and knobs. “Thank you. It was my father’s.. I inherited it a few years back..” You tell him, suddenly feeling sadness well up in your stomach. Bucky’s eyes dart over to you, sympathy evident in his gaze. “I’m sorry..” He breathes, slowly retracting his hands from the player. “It’s alright..” You shrug, making your way back to the kitchen to finish your chores. “We knew it was coming, really..”
Bucky doesn’t say much else, just watches the way you move, trying to understand how you could be so collected when talking about such a tragedy. When you look up after a few moments and meet his eyes, he offers a small smile. “Well.. I guess I should be going.. I’m expecting company here soon.” He tells you, and for some reason, you feel a twang of jealousy in your chest. Who were you to get jealous? He wasn’t yours. You barely knew the man. “Sure, of course..” You say softly, nodding as you wipe your sweaty palms on your sweater. “Selene, come say goodbye.” Selene trots over, immediately jumping up on Bucky and resting her head against his torso. He scratches the top of her head lovingly, humming softly. “I’m sure I’ll see ya around, pretty girl.” He muses, and before you can stop yourself, the words just fall out of your mouth. “You’ll have to come back sometime. I could make dinner - or-or we could watch a movie.” Your cheeks flood bright red when you realize that you’ve practically just invited him on a date, but he doesn’t seem too phased, just looks up at you with a bright smile. “Yeah.. I’d really like that.”
When Selene hops down, you walk Bucky to your door, awkwardly shoving your hands in your pockets. “So… I’ll see you around, then.” You tell him as he opens the door and stands in the doorway. “I hope so. Get in touch with me about dinner, yeah?” He replies, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. You notice that he’s still wearing one glove. “Sure, yeah.. We’ll have to do it soon.” You say quickly, chewing the inside of your cheek to keep from saying anything else that might be embarrassing. “Soon. Sounds great.. Catch you later, doll..” Your heart flutters at the pet-name, and then drops into your stomach as he began to walk away. What was with the rollercoaster of emotions you were having around this man. “Oh, and Y/N?” He calls once he’s about halfway down the hall. You look up, a nervous smile on your lips. “Thank you.” That’s all he says before he disappears into the stairwell again.
TAGS: (I didn’t know who to tag so sorry) @plumfondler @mindingmyownbusiness @breenieweenie @dianelogan @buckyshattergirl
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The Gray Area (chapter 1)
So this is obviously a rough, ROUGH draft, and I had a really hard time actually writing it without truly editing. Enjoy!
Everybody was screaming. I could smell sweat and alcohol and metal. Metal? No, I was smelling blood. Someone was bleeding; I guess it was me. My fingertips were as raw as my throat, and the whiskey I had downed earlier was sitting strange in my stomach. The only reason I was on time with the rest of my group was due to the earbud pressed into my ear. The turnout was amazing. Usually we pulled up a crowd of maybe 100. Today it was almost double that. The lyrics were falling from my lips and hanging in the air, riding the hands and ears of the attendees like I was crowd surfing myself. I was in my element.
Afterwards, Eli came up to me and told me I was great that day, that I was completely on. Later at the bar, I pondered what “on” really meant, then proceeded to take another shot of vodka. I had begun to feel the usual warmth of alcohol around the fourth shot, but kept going until I was burning.
“So...I was at your show earlier. You guys rocked!” A short brunette slurred, eyes drifting from my mouth to my crotch and back up.
“Thanks. We did it just for you.” I rose my glass as a mock toast, deciding she was too wasted to detect my sarcasm. Why not humor her.
Giggling, she placed a hand on my jacket sleeve, “But, if you want, I can show you how I rock back at home.”
I pushed her hand off and jumped from the stool, making sure to pay off the last drink by slapping a ten on table. The bartender pitied the girl, I could tell as he swept up my money and glanced sadly at her. Either that or he was looking for a lover just as much as she was. I didn’t see her swallow her pride and march off, but I knew she did. I didn’t see her fix her hair and makeup in the bathroom, but I knew she did. Girls like that are desperate for a welcoming partner to spend the night with, and won’t settle for anything less. I assume she found someone that night.
So did I.
I usually don’t drive when I have gigs, simply because I know I’ll drink. I just prefer not to deal with finding a designated driver or bother leaving my car overnight at a random bar. I also didn’t mind walking. So I headed in the general direction of my house, hoping that I’d recognize a landmark and then know my way from there. It was a crisp September night. The leaves had already started to turn brown, yellow, orange and red, but a few of the younger ones still had plenty of green. My breath fogged up a little as I shoved my bare hands into my coat. My scarf was still keeping my neck and chin warm, but it was my ears and toes that had really begun to feel the cold. It was about a week prior to this that I had thought of moving to somewhere warmer, then realized I couldn’t part with the aesthetic of the snow and having an excuse to wear all of my layers. I pondered this again as I was walking, and came to the same conclusion that I wasn’t going to leave Maine. It was home.
Home.
“Shit.” I murmured. I completely forgot to call my mom that week. I quickly fumbled for my phone and pressed call, hoping one in the morning wasn’t too late. It sent me straight to voicemail. Either her phone was dead or she didn’t want to talk again.
I waited for the beep, “Hey mom, it’s me. I just wanted to check in again and I hope you’re doing fine. I’ll try you tomorrow but if you don’t answer that's fine, I’ll just wait until next week. Love you.”
After I ended the call, I regretted saying “love you”. I knew she didn’t like that.
It had been a long time since I had actually seen her. Two years? Seems right. She didn’t have any social media, rarely checked her phone, and almost never left the house. The doctors said she was paranoid, but I always thought she was just scared. Not scared of the unknown, or whatever the specialist told me. I was pretty sure she was terrified of what she had already experienced.
I passed a few empty alleyways, making sure to avoid them. People who look for trouble hang out in alleyways; ask any Hollywood director. The cliché surrounding dark alleys and thugs seemed all too real as I was briskly walking around them. I just wanted to go home.
As I was crossing a parking lot, a large man crashed into me.
Normally, I would’ve said something rude or nasty, then continued on my way. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the chance to say anything. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed, a move I couldn’t comprehend, and therefore, had no clue how to counter it in order to escape. After a few seconds he relaxed and held me at arm's length, still not separated from me. He was tall, much taller than me, and had wild sandy blond hair. With a strong jawline and green eyes, he was a heartthrob. And I wanted him to quit touching me. I threw up a hand to push him back, and then let it fall back to my side when I saw more men approaching.
“See? I’m fine. Look! It’s Tom from my Political History class! I was just going to meet him at the bar!” The man holding me spoke to the group, giving me a good shake as if to emphasize that I was there. He looked at me nervously and pulled me in for another bear hug. “Please play along.” He whispered.
I nodded. “Yeah, uh, sorry. I went out looking for you. We still on?” I crossed my arms awkwardly, knowing I sounded fake. This kid wouldn’t let go of me, and it was getting on my nerves. I was close to snapping.
“Of course, Tom!” He shouted, turning back to the other men. “So, we good, Lance?”
One of the guys stepped forward and gave me a once-over before raising his hand for an approving thumbs up. Returning the gesture, Blondie (my new name for him) swept us in the direction I had just come from. I kept up the act until we were out of sight from the other men. Then I shoved him.
“Hey! What the hell?!” He threw his hand up, clearly pissed. Well so was I.
“You need to stop touching me so much. Seriously.”
He grinned, “Oh come-on, we just fooled my brother into thinking we knew each other. It was an important part of the plan.”
“We didn’t do shit. You did.” Why was I still walking with him?
“Oh yes we did. Your acting could use a little work, but it’s just a matter of-”
I stopped walking and faced him completely, “Cut it out. I don’t know you, you don’t know me. It’s time to go our separate ways. This is weird.” I stuck out a hand. “The best of luck, Sunshine.”
“My name’s Kasey, but you can call me Sunshine if you want,” He didn’t miss a beat, grasping my hand in a grip an employer would die for. This guy wouldn’t take a hint.
“Look, Kasey,” I sighed. “I’m glad I could help you out, but, for real, I am gonna go, okay?”
Kasey looked at me with wide eyes, “No, you can’t! What if they see you without me? Lance is gonna kill me if he finds out I lied about having friends!”
I chuckled. Imagine, this giant beefcake with no friends, no girl, no nothing. I continued to laugh until I was bent over, borderline hysterical. “Jesus Christ you’re funny.” I let out a long whistle.
He tilted his head, much like a dog, and gave a small laugh, “I’m sorry, I don’t see what’s so funny. I wasn’t making a joke. I really don’t have any friends.”
I immediately stopped smiling. There was no way. Confused, I checked him out. Whether it was sexual or not, he was attractive. Yeah, he had a strange scar on his lip, and one of his eyebrows was a tilted down farther than the other, but he was by no means ugly. So it was his personality.
“Maybe you just need to learn how to start conversations,” I shrugged.
“I always start the conversation, but they never stick around!”
“Well if your opening sentence is ‘please play along’, I think you’re doing it wrong.”
He frowned, “I don’t do that every time. I just needed to convince Lance I was fine. ‘Cause I am. Fine, I mean.”
I nodded. “Uh huh. Sure. You seem like a nutcase.” Internally, I winced at my words. I was being a bit harsh, even for me.
“I’m not a nutcase! I’m just,” He paused, running his hand through his hair. He seemed frustrated. “Can we just go for a drink? Please? I’m buying.” Kasey’s mouth pulled back into his grin, this time less obnoxious and more sincere.
Just say no
Come-on
Fuck it
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