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my heart is bleeding into every vodka shot and every drag of cigarette just makes it worse i don't know how to make the people stay they look at me, then roll their eyes and go i am a burden. just a trash you find on any street i have been told i'm sensitive and fucking rude, a spoiled brat but all the money can not buy a single kiss from someone who does not desire my body nor my mind my heart is drowning in another whiskey glass hands trembling, I light up my own cigarette and spill the bitter, honest thoughts amidst a laugh: i love you. please, don't leave me. please. i beg.

Poem about Ray [Only Friends]

[can be seen as another form of this fic i also wrote as Ray's character study] p.s. strong hugs to @xagan for patiently working with me to make it sound better < 3

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⏳ Hold The Sand With Care So It Won't Fall Apart

Nick just hugged him tighter and pressed a small kiss on Sand's sharp cheek. He needed to let Sand know he would always be on his side too. Sand shifted, turning his head to him, and Nick quickly raised his eyes from where they fell on Sand's lips, getting caught in his sharp gaze. Holding an intense look, Nick smiled. "Just wanted to make you feel better too." Or: Nick and Sand comfort each other through their heartbreaks

I present you Nick/Sand, Comfort fic and no crying, 2573 words :3 I think they both deserved to kiss each other in the show, they've suffered enough, come on, don't you all agree

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when i was born, my mother gave a gift to me called Grief, for many years unwanted kid like me read fairy tales and foolishly mistook that gift with Care because the vinyl records in our living room were playing gentle lullabies into my ears they drowned out man's yelling and the woman's cries i didn't know the mother's hands should not be cold i didn't know the bitter drinks in glasses smell like death not knowing any better, i grew up her perfect copy – the same dead look, dramatic outbursts and mourning of life i longed for love but how can one discover something never seen? it only grazed my heart in bathtubs, drawn by a path of pills the actress passed a cursed theatric play to only child – the ghost of one, who danced with Death more often than with other people; her hugs were cold, awaited and familiar

tonight i take a cigarette and put it in between my bleeding lips unknown singer lights it up for me, and suddenly i breathe – your flame feels warm your eyes see me your touch is nothing but a gift of Care so maybe if you sing the lullabies for me the Death will never interrupt us she won't dare

[Ray, Only Friends Series]

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Only Friends x Not Me AU crossover [Ray/Sand, Black/Todd in the background]

"Just one kiss. Please?" "It's never just one alcohol shot with you. And it's never just one kiss." Ray is a fire hazard, and Sand knows it too well. * Or: Black invites Sand to help him with his solo mission, but there is someone else who Sand didn't expect to see at all, after all these years.

Warnings for: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Insults and Canon-Typical Romance :D

I do love to entertain the thought of the united crossover world where Akk grew up to be Yok, and Sand is Yok's possible twin xD

Also, Ray and Todd have similar vibes and style of life (except for how they deal with their crushes) so I thought it makes a lot of sense. And I wrote this story, please enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts ^^ (and more headcanons xD)

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Fandom: Only Friends The Series x Not Me The Series Characters: Sand, Sean, Gumpa Words: 2 606 Summary:

Sand's bike needs fixing, and Sand makes it to a car repair garage he's never been in before. Somehow, people working there act strangely around him. Or: Sean mistakes Sand for Yok

Mmmmm yeah, I'm back with my NM x OF crossovers!:D This one is not as poetic as the previous one, but I did have in mind some funny Sand & Sean interaction / first meeting, so I decided to post it anyway xD Come read it!

I still have WIP with Black, Todd, Ray, Yok and also Chan and Tinn from LoA. Maybe it'll be my next crossover:D

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Random character study I did for Ray after first episode~ His self-deprecating mind and bitter lashing out attitude is so fascinating %)

I might add more OF writings into this fanfic :]

Go read it if you want to!

Sand & Ray

"You saved me again~" "Trust me, I'm fighting myself every time not to. Unfortunately, my good conscience still wins over."

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I'm writing Boston, Ray and Sand chatting during their visit in New York post-canon and it's so fun adsfjahljdfl look at them

Sand sighs. "Why did you even want to come here for him? It's hours off our schedule and planned route. Boston is not even a good person." "You don't know him," Ray protests, and eyebrows shoot up Boston's face as he comes up and inserts himself into their conversation. "He's right, I'm not a good person," Boston chuckles bitterly as he stares into Sand's unfazed eyes. "But Ray isn't either, yet I don't see you having problems with him."

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Boston is suddenly hit with the realization that sober Ray is so damn cute. He always got his charms – and Boston prays that Sand never learns of the fact that he and Ray used to hook up when they were drunk in the beginning of their friendship – but there is a different glow about him now. He opens his mouth at the moment when Sand shoves a potato fry in Ray's mouth, lovey-dovey look in his eyes. "When did you get so handsome, Ray?" "Don't even think about it," Sand threatens him with another fry, and Boston winces. "It must be the therapy. My therapist keeps calling me pretty too," Ray grins, and Sand gasps next to him.

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"Actually, I should already go, I have an art practice in forty minutes. Damn, I'm supposed to get nude and I just ate fried chicken stripes," he sighs as he stands up, gathering his jacket. He doesn't register the moment of silence that passes between him and the couple. "Do you, like, pose naked for people?" Ray questions him with wide eyes. "It's not like you are the one drawing?" Boston nods. "I work part-time as a model for artists in the academy. It's not as sexy as you think, unfortunately, but it's fun and I've got a good body, so why not." "You do," Ray hums and grins. "Shi-it~ That's so cool." Boston feels his lips stretching into a smile. "I got a drawing as a gift one time, but at least the recording is forbidden there. I can't get into troubles, people praise me, and I get paid for it. What's not to like?" Ray gives him a thumbs up, and Boston feels proud of himself. That it, until he looks at Sand staring up at him with the mixed emotions on his face. Boston tilts his head. "Why are you looking at me like that? Don't believe me? I can get you an invite to the session, if you want to look at my body and try painting it as well." Ray is looking at Sand with the frown, probably searching for the desire on Sand's face, but Boston gets an answer to his question pretty soon. He doesn't expect it at all, though. "No, I'm just… I'm really sorry," Sand says, and Boston freezes. Did he hear it right?

they are fun but also i still have an entire first chapter of Boston being moody in nyc meeting his photographer friends before sandray arrive xD

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The Dying Star

Additional chapter, Ray-centric character study, Episode 10 (when Ray's father reveals him that he was wrong in his thoughts, Ray gets self deprecating once again - oh that moment when he sits at the table, ouch)

Sand begged Ray not to burn him as he kissed the surface of him – why nobody warned him not to get close to the sun? Why cannot Ray stop clinging to Sand every time, knowing he gives him nothing but tormented skin and scars for life?

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when i was born, my mother gave a gift to me called Grief, for many years unwanted kid like me read fairy tales and foolishly mistook that gift with Care because the vinyl records in our living room were playing gentle lullabies into my ears they drowned out man's yelling and the woman's cries i didn't know the mother's hands should not be cold i didn't know the bitter drinks in glasses smell like death not knowing any better, i grew up her perfect copy – the same dead look, dramatic outbursts and mourning of life i longed for love but how can one discover something never seen? it only grazed my heart in bathtubs, drawn by a path of pills the actress passed a cursed theatric play to only child – – the ghost of one, who danced with Death more often than with other people; her hugs were cold, awaited and familiar

tonight i take a cigarette and put it in between my bleeding lips unknown singer lights it up for me, and suddenly i'm hit – your flame feels warm your eyes see me your touch is nothing but a gift of Care so maybe if you sing the lullabies to me the Death will never interrupt us she won't dare

– Ray (Only Friends Series)