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'cause somebody stole my car radio
❝ and now i just sit in silence. ❞  ➤ leave me a comment asking for one of my muses in the subject line, or ask me to surprise you. |
❝ and now i just sit in silence. ❞ ➤ leave me a comment asking for one of my muses in the subject line, or ask me to surprise you. |
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idk idk get ready for a bunch of these
do i get more
But he doesn't regret it in the least. Not when he's met he people that he has, though one especially. One that he sits with, now, fussing over as they drive up to the red carpet for the premiere showing. They're dressed to the nines and, honestly? Newt looks good. He looks really good.
There's always talk of costars dating one another after they work together on projects for an extended period of time. Well, turns out it was pretty accurate for this particular cast. Not that it took very long for he and Newt to get together, considering the amount of chemistry they wound up having on set and pouring into their characters. But Newt is something else, and it wasn't as if Alby could've really resisted falling head over heels for him. ]
Thought you were supposed to be good at cleaning yourself up? [ Alby reaches out, loosening the knot of Newt's tie so that he can adjust it properly, slowly fixing it. It's half to tidy him up before they get to the premiere, half an excuse to touch him. ]
it will never actually end
so, it had been a good thing for him, all and all. newt gamely went to the conventions, took pictures with the fans (was often complimented by them, if called an old man affectionately, he thinks, on the internet every now and then) and got something out of the movie he hadn't really expected. his romantic interest (subtle, the director had told him; they wouldn't be outright, but it was designed to be read that he was in love with the other leader) turned out to be a lot more than just a character. newt found himself falling for alby as much as their characters did, and when they kissed for the first time out of character, it was thirty times the spark.
here they were, now, in the backseat of a limo together, alone. it'd be their first real event as a couple, so to speak--no one had even speculated that something might have been going on with them, yet, so it would be a doozy--but newt can't really find himself nervous as alby messes with his tie. it makes butterflies surge in his chest and he scoffs, lightly, looking down at the scant space between them (eyes flickering to look at his mouth.) ] My stylist'd tell you the exact opposite.
You clean up nice, though. [ good god does he. ] Ladies're gonna be all over you the whole time.
good.
uvu* this is after all my box, lbr (i guess i can share with shari and ash they're ok :P)
How generous of u.
I can do that sometimes. ;>
bless u 4 it can you tell Lina is awake and I'm responsible for her
bless.
once again responsible for her.
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ok but that 1920s au
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But he's been introduced to real music, since he's met the more outdated model on his exploration assignment. Something memorable, that stirs something in what could be called his heart. Even when he's supposed to be doing his job, or being sent in for a checkup after his return, annoyed by his supposed failure, it doesn't really linger when it comes to Yosuke.
Even though it probably should. Souji isn't sure what to do with him, really, but still he finds himself drawn to him.
Especially when he hears the music playing, something old and lost to the world as they know it. (Considering there isn't really a world for them, though.) He approaches where Yosuke is seated, tilting his head the slightest bit as he stands in front of him and listens to the melody that's coming from... he doesn't actually know. Yosuke must have something to play it, something that isn't his processors. ]
What is that?
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but then, souji came into his life. souji was fancy and new and so handsome, and yosuke was taken to him pretty much immediately; they became friends (sort of) when souji came to the other world, and yosuke tried not to make a total ass of himself every time he was nearby (and failed). but, now that he'd followed souji up into space because he thought you were dead, dude, he's kind of stuck twiddling his thumbs until they A) go back, B) find souji's assignment, or C) none of the above.
so, he's turned his headphones on. they're really a pair of speakers, rigged up by himself from some junk he found laying around the JUNES in the city he'd been working in, and was listening to one of the three cds he had. though it wasn't so much his taste--at least, he thought that, though he wasn't sure if he could actual ascertain "taste"--it plays anyway, a tinny recording of a song that yosuke doesn't know the name of, but he likes the way it sounds, how catchy it is.
souji startles him, and he looks up from where he's got his hands laced between his knees, listening. ] What? [ it occurs to him a second later what he means. ] Oh...it's a Walkman. I found it. Waaay before your time, huh? [ and way before his too, but. ]
Here, man, take a listen. [ he smiles, easily, and stands up to join him, then takes the headphones off from around his neck, putting them over souji's ears. ]
I have an icon for this.
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this is a little different it counts right
absolutely.
It's on a whim that he decides to, this time. She leaves for work ahead of him, despite how long it took him to get her to wake up (as per usual), and when he's getting ready to leave, himself, he decides at the very last second to use one of his rarely used sick days to do something special.
A part of him wonders if it's a good thing or not that it takes literally the entire day to set up, but all the same, he does it. Alby goes out and buys flowers, perennials that'll alternate amongst each other-- because amongst the spring and summer stock, he's hidden some plants and flowers that find their bloom in autumn and winter, to maintain that bright color-- and even bouquets from the flower shop for something inside.
By the time he's done, the front yard and the back both have greenery and bright colors woven all throughout the freshly turned soil, and inside there are vases filled with flowers in every room of the house. Alby surveys his work, cleaning his hands of dirt on a rag as he stands on the front porch. Did it cost a great deal of money? Certainly, and it was damn hard work. But he doesn't regret it, not when he knows his Newt so well.
Just one look at her in the morning had told him that she needed something like this, something bright and alive to remind her that her life isn't all darkness. Because he doesn't want to see her as down as she'd been before, when they'd nearly lost her. Alby can't stand the idea of her going through that again. ]
c:
No more sads tiny baby.
;u;
oh god I need to sleep now that Lina is out but ONE LAST TAG
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chie!
ouo
i lied i wasn't done
indulge me
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shhhhhh
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:)
hi
Lev is fine with this assessment. He doesn't have to be smart to be an ace, after all, and so long as he keeps his grades up he shouldn't have any problems. So, he lives a simple life outside of volleyball, where he just lives day-by-day. It's easy, that way. But there are some things that he knows without questioning:
The basketball club at Nekoma is full of some really not nice people, and he doesn't appreciate being called 'Vodka' any time they see him. He's too big to really bully, exactly, but they tend to exploit the fact that he's a gentle giant. They were definitely why he quit the club, and if it weren't for that, he wouldn't have wound up joining the volleyball club.
He might not be the best at volleyball yet, but he really likes it! And he really likes his teammates, and not just because they're better than the ones on the basketball team were. They pick on him, but it feels like what his siblings do, and not just them being mean. They're tough because he's a first year and he's still learning, and they don't really call him mean things. When the third years leave, he's going to be really sad, but he'll do his best to make them proud.
And, last but definitely not least, Lev knows that he's kind of really in love with Yaku.
He's only just turned sixteen, but he's pretty sure he knows this for an absolute fact.
Long arms stretched out across the third year's bed, he stares up at him with his pale, cat-like eyes, knees folded up impossibly to his chest. He plucks at the cover, ignoring the homework that he had begged Yaku to help him with for a little bit longer, instead focusing on the older but smaller teen with a keen sort of determination that he doesn't bring to a lot of things. Slowly, Lev moves his fingers along so that he can creep them over to Yaku's leg, picking at the cuff of his pantsleg when he gets there. ]
Ne, Yaku-san. [ His head lolls over against his shoulder, until it drops, cheek resting on his bicep and hair sweeping into his face. ] Where're you going after you graduate? Is it going to be far away?
<3
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