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bunny-hoodlum · 2 years

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Rated E - Idle Hands Chapter One - official rewrite

Sharing this as a sample of the second and final rewrite I'm working on. Adding some new details and scenes, fixing phrasing and shiz, fleshing things out big time, and taking out stuff that doesn't actually make sense. After this, t'will be nothing but solely updates. (And yes, this is my 'icky fic' lol) 👉👈😶

He laid on his side in the seclusion of his bed, erection in hand as he faced the wall, filling his eyes with glossy pages of softcore beauties from the gravure magazine he lifted from the convenience store near the train station.

Curvy beauties. Slender, tight-framed beauties. White skin. Glistening in oil. Just the barest hint of pink areola peeking from the edges of from their bikini, straddling a balance ball in a sheer bikini. Posing with a popsicle with her pink tongue pressed against the tip. A bookworm dressed in a virgin-killer sweater, her legs, exposed back and abundant side-boob daring him to pin her down. Large, soulful eyes, Fake innocent expressions. Sweetheart personas. The dreams of every hot-blooded carnivore.

Women like them didn’t exist out here. Not in this lame-ass commuter town of theirs.

God, he couldn’t wait to get out of here, get a taste of real women.

He was wasting his fucking youth here. His mind too, not that anyone believed he had much of one to begin with.

He imagined their squishy, supple softness, the snug wetness clamping down around his dick, the mewling moans or haughty taunts depending on the flavor he was in the mood for.

Innocent types might be his weakness, but he could go for an equally sweet and bitchy one too.

His back shuddered as imminent orgasm pooled in his groin, his hand picking up the pace, precum dribbling from the top, coating his hand with every fervent pass. His chest clenched around his quickening breaths, his imagination leading him by the hand, leading straight towards the edge.

Knock, knock, knock!

Cold blue eyes snapped open, annoyance burning like an icy fire. With a resigned growl, he wiped his palm across his bedding and sat up.

“Naruto. You can’t ignore me.”

The interior of bedroom was steeped in a sleepy overcast shade of blue, the early morning sun barely reaching the narrow clerestory windows.

Dirty old clothes served as his carpet until his drawers became empty, and every available surface was hidden beneath stacks of empty ramen cups, crumpled receipts and loose change, electronics and gaming consoles, stacks of games, movies, and ill-gotten pornos that a sixteen-year-old shouldn't have easy access to, among more curious and questionable things like balled up socks and loose dried leaves in between the cracks of his dresser like detritus in the gutters.

Beside his bed, his nightstand held a digital clock, a lamp, a paper towel roll with a dryer sheet tied over one side, and an incense burner with the stick burned down to its root, the ashes a reminder of last night's high.

The very reason he woke up so horny.

Naruto flicked on the floor fan and grabbed his preferred room spray, giving his hideout a liberal spritzing of cheap citrus. He then tugged his underwear and black gakuran pants, zipping them up as he ambled over to the front door.

The moment he unlocked it, it was wrenched open, revealing not just his one-eyed visitor but the natural world outside: winding dirt road bored by rough gravel, overgrown grass glinting with dew and hiding armies of droning insects, with a backdrop of densely packed deep green trees like a moss carpet stretched over frozen waves, the mountainside reached up to catch the lazy tendrils of springtime clouds.

Nothing particularly interesting to break up the monotony, not unless you were a fan of powerlines.

The crisp outdoors nipped his nostrils and the song of morning birds pierced his ears.

Disgusting.

He snatched the doorknob and wrenched the door back, glaring at Kakashi through the crack in the doorway.

“Yo. What up?”

Kakashi sighed. “Don’t ‘what up’ me. Grab your bag and let’s get going.”

Naruto stuck a pinky in his ear and twisted it like he hadn’t heard a thing Kakashi said. The door was wrenched wide open once more, Kakashi nearly bodying him aside as he entered, causing Naruto to scramble away.

“Alright, alright! Fuck, man.”

He didn’t try to stop him as he retreated to his rumpled bed, hunched over his knees as Kakashi surveyed the room from the threshold. It was almost imperceptible beneath his mask and eye, but he was sure Kakashi was grimacing.

“Where were you yesterday?”

Palms dampening with sweat, his right brow nearly betrayed him to stray high above his eye, his inner face confrontational as hell. He kept his expression stony calm. It’s what he learned those two plus years he was gone. Someone like him, who always gave away everything too easily, he managed to learn self-restraint and caution, but he’d be lying if he said he mastered it. He didn’t care that much. He wasn’t himself if he was careful all the goddamn time.

Which brings him to now, the very consequences of yesterday’s actions. Skipping out of town whilst on probation. That was very, very bad of him.

“Where? I was with Sasuke,” Lies. “Where were you?”

“Don’t turn this around on me–” Kakashi cut off mid-sentence, his one-eyed gaze zeroing on Naruto who in a moment of pure distraction, was flipping through the so-far immaculate pages of his porno mag. Kakashi crossed the dirty nest with some difficulty, and grabbed the porno from his hand. “You had an appointment. Remember? So many strings have been pulled for you and–”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, shut up! I know already, alright?! It’s been two fucking months!”

“Then get your bag. Where is it?”

Overdramatics defined his rigid, angry movements as he pushed up from his bed, shouldering Kakashi as he moved passed him. Dropping to his knees, he dove around, blindly searching, knowing exactly where his school bag was.

And it wasn’t here.

“Well?”

“I’m looking!” Building frustration led him to toss aside whatever wound up in his hand at that moment, and whatever it was collided harshly and heavily, following by a shattering crash. The loudness and sense of destruction simultaneously lifted his irritation and exacerbated it, vindicating his ‘unhealthy form of self-expression’ as his shitty counselor so generously put it.

Can’t be bad if it makes him feel better, though, can it?

Naruto grabbed something else, but Kakashi was at his side in a heartbeat, anticipating his willful tantrum, his full lean into chaos, and intervened with a firm grip on his wrist. Naruto dropped what happened to be his misplaced utility tool set. That would’ve easily caused a greater crash. Dismay set in further at having been denied Naruto tore his arm away and proceeded to feign searching for his bag. “Can’t even destroy my own stuff.”

Kakashi exhaled heatedly at length. “You shouldn’t be destroying anything in the first place.”

There’s a lot of things he shouldn’t be doing. Yet he still does.

He was sure Kakashi could smell the weed buried underneath all the other caked-in scents of this place, but Naruto didn’t really care, because he stopped being scared of the man.

For all of his efficiency and hard-ass principles, the man had long bared his soft spot. He’d grown exploitable.

“Whatever. You won’t tell on me.” Another magazine had found its way into his hands as he raised it above his head, only to have it snatched away.

Naruto eyed Kakashi from the corner of his eye as the man retreated with the dirty mag, witnessing how even his chronically bored expression couldn’t mask the hint of perverse intrigue lifting his features.

Naruto’s nose wrinkled in derision. Wasn’t he an adult? Didn’t he have his own material back home?

Taking advantage of the moment, Naruto broke the silence. “My bag.”

Kakashi lowered the material, appearing startled as he narrowed his gaze, his scrutiny lackluster from being forced into the present. “Can’t find it?” His gaze seemed to fight with him, gravitating back to the magazine before he unceremoniously tossed it aside.

“Nooo. I can’t. Guess I’ll have ta go without it.”

“Where is it?”

Naruto threw his head back with a heated sigh. The vision of where he secured his school bag faded and morphed into a fake location. “It’s…” Stolen? No. He’d make sure nothing of his was ever stolen. “Over the Koyohashi.”

“What? Are you lying to me? How are you just remembering that now?”

“No, man! I had a really shit day yesterday, okay?! An’ I’m still waking up. Some punks from D High started to harass me and–” What else? “I threw it over. I had to fight them off and it got in the way.”

Kakashi sighed once more, this time even more feeling. He backed out of the doorway, descending down the two thin steps that lead up to the prefab mobile home that was Naruto’s exile.

Naruto rose to his feet, anxiety tipping inside his stomach like dark water as he stepped outside, closing the front door before following his so-called probation officer to his waiting car.

Their shoes crunched in tandem across the gravel path, and Naruto tossed a glance at the sizeable house next door, about twenty or so feet away, a heavy void growing inside his chest at the sight of it, pulsing with vague aches and bitterness.

He gets it.

Living at home was a fucking privilege and he lost it.

Yet no matter the darkness and vitriol churning in his veins like pipes of toxic, ignitable gasoline, no matter how much he dug around in his heart for some kind of proof that his innocence remained, he always came up empty.

Remorse. Deference. A desire to repair what was broken.

All of that has been long beaten out of him.

The windows in the house were still dark. And his father, still asleep.

The only indication Naruto had to work off was that the old man kept his sedan in the garage.

Far away from him.

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Naruto made it to class just before third period, with no teacher in sight to give him shit. Sasuke sat in the seat next to his, half-turned towards him and smirking knowingly.

Naruto tapped his knuckles to Sasuke’s extended fist-bump, nodding, with Sasuke nodding back.

Naruto slouched into his seat, one hand tucked in his pants pocket as he gazed unseeingly at the chalkboard. Three of their male classmates were surrounding their preferred slave by the teacher’s podium, her small frame limp with resignation as their leader gripped the back of her boy-cut head and used her as a chalkboard eraser, cackling their braindead asses off.

“Wanna go to Costco later?” Naruto asked with a dull voice.

Sasuke sucked air through his teeth. “Going to cut it close after Kyudo.” As if on cue, Sasuke produced a small carton resembling a juice box, which was in fact sake.

Just then, their teacher entered, her shrill voice cracking over the outrage possessing her body.

“Enough! Sit down!”

Her bullies released her and retreated to their seats, hands in their pockets. Hinata, with her white-dusted head ducked low, followed behind them to her seat.

The teacher treated it like she was participating in their stupidity.

Sasuke passed the sake box underhand, keeping it out of the teacher’s line of sight.

Naruto scoffed as he removed the straw packaging and slipped the box beneath his left sleeve, under his wrist. “Curfew’s just a suggestion, man. I made it out of town just fine yesterday.” Naruto poked the top with his straw and took a disguised sip, relishing in the heat warming down his throat. Nothing smoothed him out better than this, but no, this isn’t the ‘right’ way to treat his issues. Whatever. “By the way, you’re my alibi.”

“Again.”

“Yeah, I’ll go over the deets with you later.”

“Sure, sure. Then I’ll come up with something better after hearing you out.”

“Fuck off.” Naruto laughed, earning a glare from their teachers. “Why do you even bother? With Kyudo, I mean. It’s not like your parents come an’ see you.”

Sasuke shrugged and sipped his own hidden juice box.

“Could happen.”

“‘Could happen’.” Naruto mocked beneath his breath. Still, part of him didn’t want to knock his optimism too hard.

At least one of their parents had to give a shit.

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Dude, I don’t know what to do. I’m runnin’ outta fap material.” Naruto took a puff from the cigarette they were sharing and passed it back to Sasuke. Not that it was too hard to get their hands on smokes when all the vending machines in town were from the 1980s, but still, they were teenagers. Their inclination towards austerity and their love of excess wasn’t exactly consistent. And anyone who expected consistency from them could fuck right off.

“What are you looking for this time?”

Pass.

“Somethin’ not A4 and glossy, y’know?”

Pass.

“Hn. When was the last time you peeped?”

Pass.

“Dude, that was so long ago!! There’s no one to fuckin’ peep on ‘round here! These girls are so lame, y’know? Don’t know how to dress, do fuckin’ make-up–”

“Where you expect them to shop?” Sasuke snorted. “We’re in the boonies.”

“You’re making my point! Their personalities are nonexistent and they get even worse when they’re drunk. They can’t imagine anything beyond the fuckin’ mountains, and they just gossip, gossip, gossip. They’re so fuckin’ boring, I wanna kill myself.”

Pass.

Sasuke sucked a pensive drag, his stare prodding him with unasked questions.

They sat at the top of the darkened stairwell, crowded by stacks of unused or broken desks and chairs, obscured in the haze of their chainsmoking. Two lone butts laid at Naruto’s feet a step down, and a third was soon to join them.

The roof was just on the other side of this door, but it was locked, barred from entry to all students. That might’ve been their fault. They never did clean up after themselves. And when a huge gust of wind cut across campus, on the day of the Sports Festial no less, a wall of trash could be seen pressing desperately against the net-wire fence.

The faculty had been thoroughly humiliated in front of all the parents.

Sasuke smirked wryly then. “You’ll never keep a girlfriend with that attitude.”

Naruto slumped against the wall, resignation weighing him down, like he were waterlogged.

Yeah, maybe he’ll never a get a girlfriend, even when he makes it out of here, none of those high class women are going to want anything to do with him. They might indulge in his brash, folksy charm, but then the fascination will wear off and he’ll just be a funny anecdote recalled at random.

“I don’t understand how you do it.” He envisioned Sasuke’s shameless body count, simultaneously impressed and nauseated by the sheer numbers the player already accrued. Sixteen years old. Truly, nobody at home was paying any damn attention, were they?

Right, so… Sasuke’s able to go anywhere he wants. He’s an Uchiha. His parents have money. Old money from the post-war days, selling munitions to Suna (who had kicked their ass in another minor conflict however long before). Regardless, Sasuke still partook in the occasional local girl when the need arised.

Sasuke shrugged. “Pussy’s all the same.”

“Tch. For you, it is. Spent up all that novelty early, fuckin’ normie. What’s the longest a girl’s asked you to go, huh?”

Sasuke held up two fingers.

“Hours?!”

“Fuck, moron. Twenty minutes.”

Naruto settled back down. “Oh. Well, that seems like nothing.”

“You’re not going to last two minutes your first time.”

“Heh. I’ll just choke my dick with a string. That shit works, right?”

“Gross. A string? Like your fucking shoestring?”

“Nah, man! Like her g-string.”

Sasuke choked on his laughter, cigarette hitting his airways the wrong way.

“Why’m I hanging out with you again?”

Naruto lazily tilted his head back and smirked. Sometimes he wondered why, too. “Cuz I’m fun.”

“Right.” Sasuke cleared his throat behind the crook of his elbow. “So… What are you going to do? About your fap material?”

Naruto shrugged. “Suffer?”

“Internet Cafe?”

“This shithole ain’t got one. You know that.”

“Could try the computer lab.”

Naruto’s brows raised at the fresh suggestion. “That is true.” Why hadn’t he ever thought of that? The internet… Yes! The advent of the information superhighway has been upon them for a few years now, but the hardware itself was still a luxury. Even the latest gaming console was more achievable than the OS itself. The only computer he technically had access to would be his dad’,s but no way he was sneakin’ in there.

Suddenly the very idea of internet porn, searchable and highly varied, made his body thrum with excitement. The back of his neck tingled at the thought of authentic moans recorded in real time.

He patted Sasuke’s chest as he stood up, gratitude and determination filling him up and giving him new life.

Sasuke stamped out the cigarette and followed right behind him.

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Naruto was practically hopping on the balls of his feet, he was so excited! Like a kid in the candy store, he didn’t know what he was going to pick first.

Soft, steady clicks of a keyboard drifted from the open door, leading his eyes to the last person he expected to see here, her cropped bluish-black hair cleaned of this morning’s chalk residue.

Naruto clicked his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head as his shoulders hunched forward, with his hands in his pockets, blatantly advertising his disdain.

Really fucking sad how nothing’s changed for her in the two and a half years he was gone.

“People like her really gonna die the way they lived, huh?” He muttered, half to himself and half to Sasuke, earning a half shrug in reply.

Was she always like that? A crossdresser? Naruto had no idea. There was no indication that he could recall. He swore she wore sundresses and plain shorts in girly colors, but who knows. Maybe that wasn’t how she felt.

Still, if she wanted to be a boy and a weakling of one at that, then he really didn’t have any fucks to give towards her suffering.

She brought it on herself, not trying to fit in, be less… weird.

What the hell was she looking up anyway? What had her typing so damn fast?

Without a word to Sasuke, he made a beeling for Hinata’s row and stood behind her. She froze deathly still when he propped himself up by the table edge, hovering over her with no consideration for her personal space.

He read alout what he was seeing, in a monotone voice full of awkward full pauses.

Some sort of forum with a fast-moving chat box.

“‘I can’t recommend this tutorial enough… Sunny27, you’re so talented. I can’t wait to see what you make after you watch it… Epoxy is such a game-changer…’ The fuck? What nerd shit is this?” He glanced down at Hinata, only to find that she either mentally checked out or was ignoring him. He observed her taut posture absolutely radiating with discomfort and awkwardness and he scoffed. He scoffed at being so beneath her time she couldn’t even answer him, let alone relax around him. “Whatever, uggo.”

He pulled away from her and headed a row back, taking a spot next to Sasuke. He glanced up once more at Hinata ahead of them, expecting her to resume chatting with her friends, but no.

Instead, she started logging off and gathering her stuff. A hasty retreat if he ever saw one.

Naruto didn’t notice the sneer tugging at his lips, nor the pang emphasizing the emptiness in his chest. It was like a stone had been kicked down a deep, deep cavern, echoing, sending vibrations, mapping out just how far the hollowness had been carved deep inside him.

How did she have anything better to do that didn’t have to do with him?

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Naruto didn’t wait around for Sasuke, and he didn’t go to Costco either.

Sometimes he watched him, standing there looking stupid in his archery garb, hitting whistling bullseyes like it was nothing.

His parents were really missing out.

Instead, Naruto went to retrieve his school bag.

Standing in front of a row of coin-lockers inside the train station, Naruto inserted the key and unlocked it. Reaching inside, he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulders, then relocked their specific locker.

Blocky buildings boxed in by cars and glowing signs became shadowy silhouettes devoid of details as the sun dipped lower and lower, the densely forests mountains casting their long shadows upon the town valley.

As Naruto drew close to a traffic mirror, with its giant fishbowl lenses facing opposing sides of the street, the boxy corner of a black vehicle creeped into the reflection.

And it was stationed a little too close for his liking. Naruto pretended not to see it, instead staring hard into the windshield at the driver himself.

It wasn't Kakashi.

It wasn't his dad in another car neither, not that Naruto could reason why that'd be a possibility.

He hasn't wrecked the brand new sedan yet.

Was absolutely against his probation to ever drive again, so really, there was no risk of him making the same mistake twice.

Maybe.

That faded orange baseball hat, those opaque aviator sunglasses. Did he... know him? Kinda had a look he'd like to cop for himself, if, well... it didn't already look suspicious as hell. Like some cop in civvies that still looked like a damn cop-- Wait.

Panic jabbed like two fingers in his heart, adrenaline coursing through him.

He broke probation.

Did Kakashi rat him the fuck out?

Were they already onto him?

Was it over?! Were they sending him away?! Again?!

The car slowly rolled forward before stopping beside him. Naruto continued to ignore it, his mind jumping between a million different contingencies and instincts.

The hum of the automatic window descended before thumping softly into place, and the driver leaned his head out of the side, with his elbow perched over the door.

"Hey, loser. Get in."

His panic, his fear, his paranoia plummeted at his feet, leaving him cleaned out, nervy and a bit cold. Relief rushed in, but only conceptually. The absence of his worries itself a sort of relief. His heart rate began to slow as he turned towards that familiar voice, warm and brotherly.

The driver slid his aviators down the bridge of his nose.

"Think your pops will be happy to see me?"

In all honesty, he shouldn't be happy to see him. The advocator of his rehabilitation, the enabler of those boys' suffering like his own. He shouldn't be happy to see Obito, the one who promised his dad he'd get better and then apparently failed. Or, that's how that conversation should have gone.

Instead, the blame had solely been laid on Naruto.

Naruto grinned at the thirty-something year old Uchiha, a confusing myriad of emotions clashing inside of him like a tumult.

In all honesty, he never clicked with anyone better than Obito.

"What, you're not gonna ask if I'm happy to see you?" Naruto joked as he walked towards the rear passenger side, squeezing the handle as he opened the door. He slipped inside, appreciating the ride. Better this than walking past the manure stink wafting off the fields between home and town. The moment he settled in, Obito shifted the gear into drive and they were off.

"Oh, I know you are. Got you something,” Obito replied as he tapped the center console. Possessed by curiosity, Naruto leaned forward and popped it open, reaching inside. “Probation must be hell.”

“You would know, asshole.” Naruto dug inside and pulled out a dime bag of different size and colored pills, anticipation and longing filling him to burst. His gaze lingered on the pills, each one containing a different experience. They were like new worlds for him to explore, full of new sensations, a shift in reality. Anything was better than the one he's been living the past eleven years, that's for damn sure. "Man, I coulda done with some better weed if you were gonna come over,” He chuckled as he threw himself back, propping his feet on the console and he folding his hands behind his head.

Obito’s opaque stare bore through him from the rearview mirror. “I trust you.”

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Naruto let Obito and his dad have their little reunion. He wasn't invited. Well, not when his dad hated his very existence.

Naruto flicked on his hot plate and filled a kettle from the sink with water. Then he grabbed his trusty pocket knife and slid a stool beneath the vent in the ceiling.

He twisted at the screws and the flap fell open, allowing him to dig around for a metal lunchbox he kept stashed away.

Sitting on his bed, he flipped it open, revealing bundles and bundles of tightly rolled ryo bills.

He retrieved the thickly padded enveloped he had hidden inside the lining of his school bag, the single character 'Ji' written on the front in janky arthritic strokes.

Naruto fished out the bills, quickly thumbing through the amount despite knowing the old creep never skimmed or missed a payment.

Taking a rubber band out of the small, cloudy plastic bag tucked in the corner of the lunch box, Naruto rolled the bills and added them to the rest.

The kettle whined into a piercing scream. He loosely shut the lid as he moved to shut off the appliance, thinking of all the things he wanted to do with his money once his probation was complete, where in the city he was going to live, what kind of apartment he wanted to have, and what kind of girls he was going to pamper.

He's not sure he can wait until graduation.

Sent away once, and he couldn't forget the taste of that freedom. Even at a place like that, so rampant with corruption and abuse that he couldn't wait to get out, to stop fighting for his own survival... More and more he found himself lying wide awake and... missing it.

Naruto slipped his hand into his pants pocket, sliding his roughened fingers over the various pills and capsules through the dime bag plastic, and he envisioned the future that he wanted to have.

The one that he would carve with his own two hands.

He just has to do a better job of not getting caught.

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So I’m planning on restarting my whole game and I have hoarded quite a bit of stuff that I do not plan on taking with me. If you are interested in anything on this list please PM me and we can set up a time/date for you to visit my island. I will update the list when thing have been taken.

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Large Items: arcade seat x2 box corner sofa (black) box sofa (black) floor seat x2 frozen chair leaf stool modern office chair mush low stool (regular x4, white x3, unusual x2, red x2, yellow) natural garden chair x2 pet bed piano bench (black, blue) stone stool wooden chair (natural, black) zen cushion x2 cute sofa double sofa (green) log bench swinging bench loft bed with desk tea table writing desk (natural, white) frozen counter frozen table mush table (regular, white, unusual) natural garden table natural square table wedding head table wedding table wooden end table (black x3) wooden low table (black) bunk bed frozen bed futon hammock imperial bed (red) inflatable sofa log garden lounge (red, white) tatami bed wooden chest (black) wooden wardrobe (black) mush partition (red) frozen arch stone arch cute DIY table simple DIY workbench x2 campfire cookware floor lamp floor light (white, green) garden lantern much lamp (regular x4, white, unusual x2, red, yellow x2) rocket lamp soft-serve lamp tiki torch high-end stereo wooden-block stereo DJ’s turntable effects rack marimba mic stand rock guitar x2 ironing board pants press upright vacuum round space heater bonfire fireplace wood-burning stove tankless toilet cypress bathtub outdoor bath bathroom sink fan palm monstera mush parasol (regular, white x2, black, red, yellow) red-leaf pile wedding flower stand yucca x2 clothesline pole drying rack fishing-rod stand champion’s pennant anatomical model skeleton menu chalkboard x2 popcorn machine stall anchor statue fish-drying rack fresh cooler solar panel x2 telescope destinations signpost manhole cover cat tower mr. flamingo mrs. flamingo papa panda colorful wheel pinball machine train set (spring, fall) electric kick scooter exercise ball exercise bike mountain bike fountain playground gym (colorful) tricycle jail bars log stakes (red x8, white x6) scarecrow silo wind turbine birdbath brick well simple well wooden bucket flat garden rock garden rock mossy garden rock spinning wheel stone tablet tall garden rock statue of liberty frozen partition frozen pillar x2 frozen sculpture frozen tree three-tiered snowperson tree’s bounty big tree

Small Items: cushion life ring desk mirror throwback gothic mirror sewing machine x2 sewing project knife block DAL mug mug pet food bowl table setting traditional tea set unglazed set bamboo candleholder celebratory candles glass holder with candle lantern nintendo switch cassette player (blue, pink, and silver) portable radio portable record player (orange x2) tape deck (silver x2, black) amp (black x2, white) pedal board record box (plain, island sticker) old-fashioned washtub aroma pot fragrance sticks x2 incense burner anthurium plant cat grass mini-cactus set pine bonsai tree terrarium book x2 book stands (historical, black) cartoonist’s set fortune-telling set magazine x2 magazine rack stacked magazines trash bags electronic’s kit document stack microscope globe baby panda x3 dolly magic kit painting set plasma ball unfinished puzzle picnic basket katana matryoshka

Wall-Mounted: magnetic knife rack wall-mounted candle (gold, white) diner neon clock fish doorplate fossil doorplate iron doorplate mushroom wreath skull doorplate snowflake doorplate tree branch wreath breaker intercom monitor bamboo wall decoration x2 floral swag x2 potted ivy wedding decoration autograph cards writing poster macrame tapestry mobile (ballons, sheep) tapestry (green, floral) tree’s bounty mobile bug plaque fish plaque fossil plaque gears surveillance camera fishing-boat flag world map butterfly-fish model wasp-head model wooden-plank sign x2

Wallpaper: bamboo-screen wall black hallway wall orange molded-panel wall concrete wall black-brick wall orange-paint wall bank-vault wall shutter wall wavy-tile wall black two-toned tile wall purple desert-tile wall black-crown wall abstract wall beaded-curtain wall bunny day wall marine pop wall mush wall pink simple-cloth wall cute red wall cute yellow wall blue delicate-blooms wall blue blossoming wall pink blossoming wall blue intricate wall red intricate wall yellow intricate wall red art-deco wall yellow playroom wall gray diner wall screen wall soothing tearoom wall exquisite wall harmonious wall lattice wall garbage-heap wall arched-window wall basic wall ice wall rammed earth wall

Flooring: dark herringbone flooring green-paint flooring black iron-parquet flooring x2 dark-block flooring natural block flooring x2 artsy parquet flooring cubic parquet flooring dark wood-pattern flooring rush tatami stone tile cute white-tile flooring floral mosaic-tile flooring gray argyle-tile flooring white honeycomb tile green retro flooring orange retro flooring aqua tile flooring colorful mosaic-tile flooring red-and-black vinyl flooring arabesque flooring marine pop flooring rose flooring bunny day flooring mint dot flooring monochromatic tile flooring colorful puzzle flooring tiger-print flooring garbage-heap flooring highway flooring sidewalk flooring sumo ring sandy-beach flooring ski-slope flooring ice flooring iceberg flooring

Rugs: simple medium blue mat simple small blue mat x2 simple small brown mat sloppy rug white simple small mat blue kilim-style carpet purple shaggy rug yellow kilim-style carpet yellow persian rug x2 blue argyle rug blue vinyl sheet blue wavy rug green stripes rug peach stripes rug yellow vinyl sheet black-design kitchen mat mom’s reliable kitchen mat red-design kitchen mat oval entrance mat red carpet brown wooden-deck rug tatami mat blue medium round mat x2 ivory medium round mat yellow medium round mat yellow small round mat turquoise heart rug blue message mat white message mat yellow message mat bunny day rug fish rug bell-bag rug shell rug tropical rug

DIY recipes: rocking horse natural square table x2 birdbath log chair log decorative shelves sandy-beach flooring ironwood cupboard butter churn peach rug hyacinth lamp

#animal crossing new horizons #free stuff #lots of items #idk how to tag this

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katedhakiyarr5-blog · 4 years

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Three Fat Loss Programs That Didn’t Work For Me

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phantoms-lair · 5 years

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(Note: This is the first draft I did of his costume for a reference, I’ve since decided for him to wear eye black under the mask as seen in the previous picture. Also the sword is once again on the wrong side because I apparently have a problem)

Breakdown of Izuku’s Costume from Uncommon Ancestry, starting from the top

Izuku wears his hair pulled back so it’s easier to pull on the hood of his cape if he needs to. His mask is an obvious nods to the skull like appearance of his grandparents when they forget to manifest their faces. Izuku tends to have his costume’s reflect the people he looks up to. In canon his first outfit has two call outs to All Might (the rabbit ears mimicking his hair and the mouth guard his grin) and he refused to have the base suit changed because his mother made it for him. So in this costume we see homage’s to his ancestors he looks up to.

The cape is lightly armored and made of fireproof material. It’s meant to be used as a flexible shield of sorts that Izuku can use to protect himself and others. The fact that it’s also an excellent counter to, say, a quirk that causes explosions, isn’t a coincidence.

The silvery part of the costume is also armor, in fact the same lightweight armor in the interior of the cape. Izuku had to make a choice between being more heavily protected or keeping flexible. He went with maximizing his dexterity so his skills with free running and swordsmanship could be used to their full potential.

The tunic, perhaps sewn by his mother like his base costume in canon, contains a nod to All Might as the person who most inspired him, the man’s iconic smile becoming the silver crescent on the tunic.

The arm guards contain a launcher of bolt linked to a spoof of the same material Eraserhead’s scarf is made from. When fired straight the bolt expands into a grappling hook and can be used like Batman’s. When fired off to the side the bolt doesn’t expand and the angle causes it to wrap around, making it a capture device.

While the gloves are clearly inspired by his ghostly grandparents, they’re practical too. The armor is on the fingers and back of the hand, but the joints are clear giving him a full range of mobility. The fingertips are rubber for better grip while climbing and the palms are open, so he can draw spell circles and sigils on them.

And of course he has a utility belt. The belt pouches carry a wide variety of things from tools (lockpicks, multitool, pocket knife, handcuffs), Gadgets (Tracers, tracker, carbon filter mask, burner phone), first aid (disinfectant spray, bandages, and sugar pills) and magical equipment (Refills for his pen, stencils for bigger spell circles, incense for summoning). The pen with the red cap is actually a brush pen. It’s loaded with a magically reactive ‘ink’ and can be used for drawing spell circles, glyphs, and runes. (Izuku carries this with him at all times, costume or not). The blue capped spray can is loaded with the same formula, and is used with the stencils so Izuku can create large or intricate spell circles very quickly.

Behind him is pouches for his ‘grenades’. They’re not actually grenades, but are handheld devices meant to be thrown. The white capped one s are filled with two chemical compounds that when they come in contact with each other (when Izuku pressed down the cap) create a rapidly expanding then hardening foam. The black capped one has an incomplete spell circle that completes when the cap is pressed down and magic channeled through it. This circle creates a small burst of magic that fries active electronics in it’s radius, thus making it a small EMP device.

His sword is not actually the Yukino family blade, though he hopes to be wielding it one day, but a blunt recreation. Izuku won’t be carrying live steel until cleared by his kendo instructor (Which his instructor has set at seventh dan minimum)

His boots aren’t really boots, the top piece is actually connected more to the bottom of he leg armor than the shoe, but he wanted the visual effect. This gives him more range of movement in his ankles for his free running. The front of the shoe’s sole is the same high grip material as the tips of his gloves. The heel (starting at the sole and going up the side and back) are the opposite, made from a nearly frictionless material allowing him to glide when his grappling hook is attacked to a vehicle or a large villain who’s trying to run.

#Ghost Arting #BNHA #MSA #Uncommon Ancestry

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burlveneer-music · 5 years

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Total Unity - Vol. 1 {일} - Korean label sampler; modern takes on Korean traditions

The inaugural release on Tonal Unity is a modern take on Korean traditional sounds, presented here as the first in a series of 3 EPs. The raw and ancient sounds of Korea are interpreted by a cross-cultural selection of artists, each seeing them through their own cosmic prisms. Sit back, relax, and put a fresh cone in your incense burner for a trip to the hills in the land of morning calm. El Búho is a founder of the Shika Shika collective, a leading label in organic downbeat. He has released on Wonderwheel, Sol Selectas, Pingipung, and more. His track brings his signature South American shuffle with a Korean twist, focusing on the beautiful sound of the gayageum. Unjin is a leader of the Korean techno scene. Founder of the ECI label and Club Vurt, Unjin has been performing and releasing music since the mid-90s. His collaboration with Sunji sees the two exploring more ambient and cosmic territories with a live hardware setup. Their tune is a meditative ambient trip into beatless dancefloor territory. Prabumi is a rising star of the Indonesian dance scene. Known for fusing downbeat and cosmic house with Indonesian elements, his track here puts the focus on Korea, utilizing an array of traditional instruments and vocals in an epic slow-house chugger. Hailing from Brasilia, Kurup is a leading figure in global downbeat. He has released on labels like Drossel, AYA, and Shango, and has performed at boundary-pushing festivals and venues like Voodoohop, Garbicz, and Kater Blau. Here he takes us on a deep shamanic trip into a middle-world between past and present, evoking a nostalgic deja-vú that might make you smile when asked “Where are you from?” Osakadelic sensei Ground is an accomplished surfer of cosmic frequencies, and one of the most unique and prolific artists in electronic music today. Founder of the Chill Mountain label and festival in Osaka, he has also released on ESP Institute, Multi Culti, SVS and more. “Monotriber” sees Ground leading us in a twisted stomp around a midnight fire, a visionary herbal remedy to thinking in straight lines. “6=2+4” is a 2 for 1 deal: a duo comprising Seoul producers Mang Esilo & R2MP. Both active in the Korean electronic scene for many years, this duo benefits from 1+1 perspectives. Mang is the in-house engineer and sound sourcerer at Glad Studio, and R2MP is a multidisciplinary artist who has lived and practiced with Buddhist monks. Together they present this tune, an homage to Mang’s beloved dog Jinsoon, whose spirit will more easily pass into its next life thanks to the monk’s chant.

#korea #south korea #electronic #experimental #folktronica #2019 #various artists #compilation #ambient #downtempo

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rockinthebeastmode · 6 years

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Sleuth

A/N: I finished this sooner than expected--thank god for mega monsters, amirite? I hope you all enjoy this one, especially since I haven’t really written Archie before. I probably didn’t do him justice but eh, whatcha gonna do? I must warn you, this is also very self-indulgent as I’ve forced in a couple OCs (you might recognize them from my very first fic posted and never finished) and I strongly encourage you not to read it bc its literally the worst 😅😂 I came up with this eons ago and its actually based off prompt #6 from this list

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Sleuth

“Gooooood morning, Stamford, you’re listening to the one and only No Crap FM this fine Sunday and--”

Archie’s hand reached out and slammed down on the clock radio next to the bed, cutting Rae off mid-sentence. He was a huge fan of her and Finn’s station any other day of the week but her cheeriness this early was too much to take. He felt like someone had taken a piss on his soul. Why did people even have alarm clocks? With today’s technology?

His eyes shot open at the thought, glaring curiously at the offending electronic. He didn’t have a bloody radio clock. His head pounded at the onslaught of light from the window and he groaned, throwing an arm over his face. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his fluttering gut, and gingerly patted the side table for his glasses.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” he muttered, squinting in the daylight at his crookedly fixed glasses, the middle held together by thick tape. He went to wipe the lenses with the duvet and acutely became aware of his nudity. Panic struck before his now clear eyes saw the ripped remains of condom wrappers strewn along the table and floor. He smirked, glancing down at the love bites and light scratches down his chest.

“Uncle Archie’s still got it,” he sighed with a stretch, glancing around the room.

He was in a small bedroom, sparsely furnished with just the bed with two tables, several moving boxes, and a large half-zipped suitcase with an American luggage tag. The table beside him where he’d found his glasses held a ripped box of condoms but his phone was nowhere to be found. The other table had a few guitar picks, a pack of cigarettes, and an ashtray with one still smoking faintly.

He spotted his clothes scattered on the floor between the bed and door. A bass guitar and case sat in the corner, a small amp and more picks beside it. One door was shut but another was cracked, a tile floor barely visible in the darkness. Archie stood and stretched again before gathering his clothes and warily pushing the cracked door fully open and flicking the light switch.

***

“This had better be good, Finley,” Rae warned her fiance, Archie nodding along.

“Too right, last time you dragged us to the Basement, it was nothing but nonsensical noise--”

“Leave off! They’re good, swear,” Finn argued, his arm going around Rae’s waist, “This is the one, babe, trust me.” Rae’s brows raised and she exchanged looks with Archie.

“D’ya hear that, Arch, he’s found the one. After five wedding band flops, he’s done it.”

“I’d thought it was six--” Finn cursed and stormed ahead of them into the club, Rae and Archie giggling behind him.

Archie’s lip curled as they entered, the acrid scent of sweat, booze and smoke coming over them like a wave. Archie followed Rae and Finn to the bar, looking around as they spoke to the bartender.

“These guys any good, Jonny?” Rae asked over the music booming from the speakers by the stage. He nodded with a half-shrug.

“They’ve only been in town a few weeks, the lead singer and drummer are from Leeds or some shit,” he waved a hand dismissively before leaning closer, “It’s the guitarists you gotta see--both American but they’re ace. And the bass player’s voice?” He swooned and Rae laughed before narrowing her eyes at Finn, his brows raising at her.

Archie looked at the stage and saw two men at the mic and drumset, performing sound checks, while a man and woman stood to the side, talking to each other. The girl was slight with choppy blond hair and an infectious grin. The boy was tall and broad around the shoulders, his black hair clipped short and neat. The girl seemed to be comforting the boy, her hand rubbing his bicep with him biting his lip and nodding. The two came towards the bar and his eyes left them, going back to Rae and Finn beside him.

“We’re here to find a band, not to help you pull,” Rae teased, elbowing him lightly. He shot her a glare.

“I’m not pulling tonight,” he countered, leaning on the bar, “The only reason I’m at this hole in the wall is to be the second opinion.” Finn shoved at his shoulder.

“Y’know, maybe I should’ve picked Chop as a best man,” he grumbled, Archie making a face at him.

“Shove it, you two, they’re about to start.”

As if on cue, the two at the bar took a shot each and made their way back to the stage. Archie watched them curiously as they picked up guitars, the boy flipping a pick in his hand before strumming a short bassline. He glanced over the crowd and met Archie’s eyes, his lips quirking. He smiled back, feeling his ears and cheeks start to burn. Their contact broke as the drummer tapped out a beat and started them off.

***

The air in the bathroom was still thick with warmth, a piney musk enveloping Archie as he stepped inside. On the back of the toilet was an embellished incense burner with a stick smoldering halfway down. Between the sink and toilet sat another ashtray, along with several toiletries. He leant down to investigate further, wrinkling his nose when he recognized Finn’s signature CK One. He glanced over the manual shaving supplies, a stiff brush and several ethnic hair products. He placed his clothes on the counter and turned to the shower. He’d shagged and slept here already, he might as well.

It was clear he’d pulled last night but fuck if he could remember how he’d ended up here. He vaguely recalled getting to the bar and making eyes with the bass player of the band but afterwards was fuzzy.

“Fucking vodka,” he groused under his breath before turning the shower knob. He stepped inside when the water warmed and blew out a long sigh as it washed away the remnants of the night.

He knew he should’ve just left and found his way home but he couldn’t help but be curious. Hook-ups were few and far between in this town but from what he could tell, there might’ve been something here. If only he could remember the bloke’s name...

*** The band was good and Jonny had been spot on--the guitarists were a force to be reckoned with. The blonde played lead and her fingers flew over the strings, playing almost perfectly despite her jumping around her side of the stage. On the other end, the bass player stayed in place but played just as well, his eyes closed as he nodded and swayed with the beat.

They played a mix of 90’s rock and alternative, with some newer stuff thrown in. Rae seemed skeptical for the first half of the show but came around towards the end when the lead singer stepped back from the mic and the bass player leaned into his.

How many special people change How many lives are living strange Where were you while we were getting high?

He exchanged a smirk with Finn when Rae was transfixed, a teary smile coming over her face. Finn had definitely redeemed himself with this one.

When the final notes rang out and the band members had bowed and left the stage to a round of raucous cheers and applause, Archie left Rae and Finn to meet them, finding an empty table nearby. He sipped his drink as he looked around the club and heard the DJ music start from the speakers.

Archie almost choked when he saw the bass player coming straight for him. He looked to the side and coughed but turned back with a smile when he reached the side of the table.

“Mind if I sit?” he started in a deep baritone, biting his lip. Archie nodded, waving a hand over the table. He settled into the seat across from him and sipped at a beer. He fiddled with the label for a moment before holding out a hand.

“I’m Lex,” he said, a shy grin appearing. Archie placed his hand in his, praying it wasn’t sweaty enough to notice.

“Archie,” he replied.

“So, Archie,” Lex began, his hands clasping around his beer bottle, “How’d you like the show?”

Archie’s eyes widened and he smiled wide.

“You were great,” he said, internally kicking himself as Lex raised a brow at him, “I mean...it was great. The band was great.”

“Right, thanks,” Lex nodded, laughing softly. He shrugged, his cheeks brightening with a light blush, “Could probably tell how nervous I was.” Archie shook his head, leaning forward a bit.

“No, not at all,” he insisted, “You were great.”

“As you said,” Lex teased. He smiled again and Archie felt like he could melt to the floor when a dimple appeared. He cleared his throat and continued, “You here alone?”

Archie shook his head again, pointing over to Rae and Finn at the bar, the other band members with them.

“I’m with my best mates--they wanted to check out your band, see if you could play their wedding.” Lex’s brows raised.

“Oh, yeah? Did we make the cut?” he asked, sipping his beer. Archie looked over at the bar and saw Rae laughing, Finn beside her with a small smug smile.

“Looks like it,” he answered.

He watched as Lex pursed his lips and nodded before glancing at the group. Archie noticed the blonde waving him over but Lex remained seated, meeting his eyes.

“Shouldn’t you join them?” He shrugged, wrinkling his nose.

“I should,” he paused, looking Archie over, “I’m talking to you.”

Archie felt his cheeks and ears warm and he bit his lip as Lex slowly smirked at him. He coughed lightly before gulping at his drink, the liquor burning down his throat.

“So...the blonde,” he started, Lex tilting his head, “She’s your girlfriend?”

Lex’s eyes widened and he barked a laugh, before sticking out his tongue as if in disgust.

“Naw, she’s my sister,” he said, leaning back in his chair. When confusion appeared on Archie’s face, he went on, “Step-sister. My dad and her mom were married.” Archie nodded before his brow furrowed.

“Were?”

Lex’s eyes dropped for a moment and he leaned on his elbows on the table.

“She died awhile ago.” Archie repressed a wince and smiled sympathetically. He opened his mouth to apologize but Lex cut him off, “It’s cool--she’s in a better place.” His eyes shifted to the side and he raised a shoulder, “Now that I’ve killed the mood...can I buy you another drink?”

***

Archie exited the shower and towelled off before neatly hanging it up and fixing the curtain. He stood in front of the mirror and shook out his hair, running a hand through it.

Lex...short for Alexander, he assumed.

“Like Alexander the Great,” he scoffed lightly before shaking his head at himself. He twisted his mouth at his reflection, taking in the circles under his eyes. He noticed faint bruises around his throat and bit his lip as a flash of the night appeared across his mind.

Yeah, he’d pulled alright.

He shook out his jeans and tugged them on. He raised his t-shirt up and stared curiously at the dirt and grass stains over the back of it and his jeans. His brow furrowed before he pulled on the shirt and exited the room.

As he left the bedroom, he glanced around the small living room and kitchen to the side. He went to the kitchen first, looking over the room. There were several takeout containers and empty beer cans scattered throughout, along with a pot with fresh coffee but an empty creamer container next to it. He went to the fridge and looked over the menus and a scribbled grocery list. Underneath a small rainbow magnet was a note with thick block lettering.

Lex, You missed practice asshole! I know you’re tripping out over our first gig but we need you. Call me ASAP Evan

Archie frowned as he read over it again, his eyes locked on ‘Evan’.

Fuck if he was gonna get caught up with a taken man. He shook his head and turned back to the living room. He would leave soon but he figured he should try searching in here for his phone first.

*** Archie and Lex talked for awhile, long after Rae and Finn had left and the rest of the band had made their exit. When closing time came around, the two went outside, Lex lighting a cigarette. He offered one to Archie but he smiled and shook his head. They stood silently for a moment as Lex took a drag and he exhaled, biting his lip.

“Wanna go for a walk?” Archie’s brows raised in surprise but his smile widened as he nodded.

“Sure.”

They started down the street, walking along the road on the grass. Archie felt the vodka sloshing around his gut but wasn’t feeling sick quite yet. He focused on walking straight, butterflies erupting in his stomach as his and Lex’s arms brushed.

His voice was as intoxicating as the vodka and Archie found himself paying more attention to it than the ground in front of them. He stopped speaking and Archie tuned back into reality just as he stumbled over a rock and started to fall. Lex grabbed his arm as he braced himself to hit the ground but he only pulled him down with him, his back slamming into the grass with Lex against him. Archie inhaled sharply as they caught their breath and Lex adjusted himself over him.

“You good?” he asked, looking over his face in concern. Archie shakily nodded the best he could from the ground and his glasses fell from his face, broken clean in half.

“Bloody brilliant,” he murmured, Lex chuckling at his tone.

“My place isn’t far if you wanna fix those up,” he suggested, raising a brow.

Archie hesitated, knowing it wasn’t exactly safe to go home with someone he’d just met but he did need them fixed, especially if he planned on heading home. He nodded again and Lex smiled and rolled off of him before helping him up. Archie felt his cheeks burn as he took his hand and led them down the street.

***

Archie didn’t have to search long, immediately finding his phone on the coffee table next to an almost empty bottle of vodka and an ashtray with a half smoked spliff. A laptop was down the table, open to a map of Stamford with a short route to a grocery store highlighted. He recognized where he was and sighed in relief. Knowing his luck, he would’ve ended up in Bristol or something.

He frowned at his phone screen, the battery almost dead. There were a couple missed calls each from Finn and Rae, as well as a voicemail from this morning. He held it up to his ear to listen.

“Hey, Arch, I know it’s early but I’m just checking in. We wanted to make sure you got home alright,” Rae paused and Archie heard a tinkling of keys over the line before she continued, her tone turning sly, “Don’t think we didn’t notice you flirting with Lex, Archibald--too bad we left before we could meet with him. Guess you’ll have to introduce us as we plan the wedding playlist. So much for not pulling, aye? Anyways...call me back!”

Archie laughed softly as the message faded out and he shoved his phone in his pocket and went towards the front door. He’d just grabbed the knob when he glanced over a picture hanging on the wall. It showed a teenage Lex, his sister beside him with a man resembling him and a fair brunette woman standing behind them. He squinted at the small note scribbled at the bottom of the frame.

My dear Alexander Happy birthday! Seems like only yesterday when I met your father and you were only up to my hip. Stop growing up so fast, kid! Between you and Evangeline, we can’t keep up. Love you so much! xoxo Mom

Archie smiled as he read over it again and his eyes went back over the name.

Evangeline...Evan?

His eyes widened and he bit his lip, repressing his relief over the discovery. Maybe Lex was single after all...but he wouldn’t get his hopes up.

*** “There...good as new.”

Archie blinked through his fixed glasses, the tape slightly visible. He smiled at Lex and leaned back into the couch.

“Cheers,” he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He shivered when Lex’s hand brushed his knee reaching for the table and his eyes shot open as he pulled out a rolling paper and a small bag of weed.

“D’ya mind?” he asked, raising his brows. Archie shook his head, watching as Lex grinned and started rolling a spliff. He looked around the room.

“Nice place,” he said, glancing over the slightly cluttered living room with boxes scattered randomly and a few posters and pictures along the walls.

“Thanks,” Lex chuckled, “Still unpacking from the move.”

“You’re from the States?” Lex nodded, shooting him a smirk.

“As if you couldn’t tell,” he teased, Archie sticking his tongue out at him.

“What brought you all the way here?” Lex half-shrugged, raising the spliff to lick it closed.

“My sister’s dad was British. She grew up with the boys and kept up with them after coming over with her mom...dragged me here to play with them,” he explained, grinning at Archie.

He lit the spliff and handed it to Archie before reaching for a bottle of vodka with only a small amount left. He felt his stomach flip at the sight but was shortly distracted by Lex’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he took a swig. He was thankful he didn’t offer the bottle to him but instead placed it back on the table.

The air seemed charged around them and Archie felt a warmth to the room as he and Lex smoked. They’d only reached about halfway down the joint when Lex put it down and faced him on the couch.

“Are you sure you’re alright? We hit the ground pretty hard,” he said, his lips flattening. Archie nodded and froze when Lex reached up to his face, running a finger along a scratch formed from his glasses breaking. Their eyes met and Archie felt himself leaning into him. He let the vodka guide him forward and kissed him.

Lex responded quickly, his hand moving from his cheek to the back of his neck and deepening the kiss. Archie grasped his shirt and tugged him closer against the couch. He felt his tongue against his lips and his mouth parted, his arms circling Lex’s shoulders. His hand grabbed the couch behind him and he pressed Archie against the couch tighter, bringing them chest to chest. When Lex’s mouth slid to his neck, his eyes rolled and he groaned softly. The words were out before he could think about it.

“Where’s your room?”

***

Archie opened the door and took one last glance over the room before stepping into the hall. He started towards the lift and stopped short when a small dog cut him off, yipping and barking excitedly. He held his hands up as it jumped at him, an older lady exiting her flat and ushering it back inside. Just as she apologized and closed her door, the lift opened and Lex stepped out, a paper bag in his arms. They locked eyes and both smiled hesitantly as they met in the middle of the hall. He held up the bag with a sheepish grin.

“Hey...sorry I ducked out,” he said, “Ran out of creamer.”

“No problem…” Archie replied breathily, biting back a nervous grin, “I should probably get going.”

Lex looked disappointed but nodded with a small smile. He leaned forward, kissing Archie’s cheek and his ears burned as Lex smirked.

“I’ll text you,” he said before scrunching his nose, “If you give me your number, that is.”

Archie chuckled and nodded, tapping his number into Lex’s phone a moment later. They parted ways and Archie entered the lift, watching as Lex smiled at him one more time before entering his flat. He couldn’t help but grin to himself as the doors closed.

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I tried to find a GIF that Steve looked sleepy in. I think this one’s kinda close.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22

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Several weeks passed. Between work with you on the important aspects of the 21st century, Steve began to adjust on his own. He emerged more frequently from his apartment in SHIELD’s New York headquarters, and wandered the building on his own. When he had someone with him (typically yourself), he would go outside, to visit Central Park, to purchase his own groceries, just to get out. He told you that he’d locked himself in from the world for long enough.

You were glad, and not afraid to admit, proud, even, that he’d gotten this far both on his own, and with your assistance.

Still, even with his improvements, both of you knew that he’d never full grow accustomed to the future he had not seen emerge from the past. There were too many things that still confused them, too many things that he did not agree with. It had taken him time to admit it, but Steve was slowly growing an understanding that the future was not the ideal one that had been thought of.

It was a work in progress, and would continue to be.

The place he spent a lot of his time in was the training room that resided on one of the many floors of headquarters. There were plenty of things to punch and kick at, and because he had been locked away in an ice prison for so long, Steve determined that he needed to work out, to get back the strength that ‘had been lost’ while he was asleep.

Just looking at him made you wonder if he’d lost any strength at all, but you did not argue, since it got him out of his apartment.

Still, you started to worry when you came into work on multiple mornings to the report that Captain Rogers had woken in the middle of the night, and gone down to the training room for hours on end. Until that point, he had not mentioned anything about nightmares or failure to sleep through the night to you, but apparently those two things were in fact plaguing him.

You waited a few days, to see if he chose to bring up the subject during your visits with him. He did not, and for the first time, you decided that maybe you needed to initialize a conversation that delved into the damage that his hibernation had caused.

During breakfast the day following your choice (Steve had taken up cooking, which you hadn’t known was something he could do, but were pleasantly surprised to find that he could), you looked at him, levelly, and waited for him to notice.

He did, after only about two seconds. It took him only another three to study your expression, and see that you were about to start an important conversation.

With a sigh, he set down his fork. “What is it?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you have trouble sleeping?”

“I didn’t think there was any reason to,” Steve responded, keeping his eyes on you. To his credit, he did not look guilty. “Medication doesn’t really help, and talking about the things that cause it just make it worse.”

“And you know that second part for a fact?” you prompted, not believing him.

He was silent, which was a dead giveaway that he had no idea if his assumption was correct. You sighed to yourself. “Steve, I thought you trusted me.”

“I do,” he said immediately.

“Then… why didn’t you trust me with something like this?” you asked him. “My job is to help you, and I can’t if you won’t tell me what’s wrong.”

Steve glanced away. You did not appreciate that he was already putting up a wall between the two of you. You only wanted to ensure that he was adjusting well in all aspects, not in just understanding the new world he was living in. Not being able to help with his disturbed sleep was a major fault in your final goal.

Resisting a part of yourself that wanted to reach across the table and take his hand, you merely said, softly, “Please?”

Steve let out a breath, his shoulders rising and falling. He kept his eyes averted from yours, but he did say, “It’s just nightmares.”

“Of?”

“The plane crash, the war…” He lifted his shoulders. “It’s nothing that doesn’t make sense, based on how jarring the experiences were.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” you informed him. “What did you do before you knew where the gym was?”

“Just… laid in bed, staring at the ceiling,” he responded. “I didn’t know what else there was to do.”

“Do you ever try going back to sleep?”

“I used to,” Steve said. He picked at the plastic on the table with a finger. “It never worked. I couldn’t relax.”

You sat back in your chair, studying him. Even with the Super Soldier Serum, he was not impervious to the effects of lack of sleep. There were bags beginning to darken under his eyes, and it seemed like there was a heavy weight pressing down on his shoulders. You cursed yourself for not seeing it before. You needed to take some action, and soon, or else his exhaustion was going to start to show in mood swings. That was the last thing that needed to happen.

“All right,” you began after a minute of silence. Steve finally looked at you again. “Here’s what I’m thinking; we’ll try different methods of helping normal people get back to sleep after they wake up in the middle of the night. A lot of people use sound machines to help soothe them, or certain aromas from candles and incense. One of those things has to work for you, and we’re going to find it.”

“And if we don’t?” Steve asked. From the tone of his voice, you could tell that he seriously thought there was a possibility that no solution could be found.

“Then instead of going to the training room, you call me,” you told him.

Immediately, he shook his head. “I’m not going to wake you up in the middle of the night just to… come here to talk me down from not going back to sleep,” he said.

“Yes, you are, because I’m -” you cut yourself off, and lowered your gaze to the plate that sat in front of you. The remnants of scrambled eggs and hash-browns littered it. You hated Nick Fury for making it impossible for you to truthfully tell Steve why it was you cared so much. It was like the order to avoid building a friendship with him had made it impossible for you to actually refer to him as a friend.

At least, you couldn’t say the word out loud. And it was increasingly frustrating you.

Steve was still looking at you, and you could tell he was trying to put an end on the sentence that you’d left open. You wondered what conclusions he was drawing, and hoped that the one you’d wanted to give it was at the forefront of his mind.

“- because I’m concerned,” you finished it, weakly. “I’m concerned, and I… I want to help. Let me.”

Steve did not respond at first. You watched him, studying his face, trying to predict if he would agree without you having to argue your point further, which would only make things more difficult, or if he was going to resist your help.

“Only as a last resort, if nothing else helps?” he finally asked, breaking the silence.

“Only as a last resort,” you promised.

He met your eyes. “Okay,” he said, and you relaxed, before offering him a grateful smile.

“Thank you. I’ll get some things for tonight, and we’ll see what works best,” you said, and then you focused your attention on finishing your breakfast. After a moment, you heard Steve do the same.

You knew there was really no point in keeping the fact that you were giving helping Steve sleep a try, but nonetheless, you did not go looking for resources through SHIELD. Instead, you went out and bought things on your own. A sound machine was more difficult to find than incense sticks that let off the smell of chamomile and lavender, but you eventually found one at a electronics store that was filled with oddments of all kinds.

You also did some research into techniques that people could do themselves, without external help. They involved breathing patterns, and different sleep positions. The biggest thing, according to the internet, was to not get up. Movement cause the brain to think that it was time to remain awake for the day, which was not something that you wanted to happen if you were attempting to get more sleep.

Later on in the afternoon, after you’d returned to Steve’s apartment with your purchased items and your new knowledge in the ways of sleep, you told him these tips, and showed him how to switch the sound machine on. Once plugged into the wall, it emitted white noise, which was reminiscent of the static that he’d listened to on the radio.

Steve eyed the machine curiously, but not without distaste. “I don’t know,” he said after a moment, looking at you. “I think the point should be to remove reminders of the things causing me nightmares.” He gestured to the sound machine. “Static is what happened once the radio went out, while I was talking to Peggy for the last time on the jet.”

“The point of the sound is to give you something to focus on that isn’t the thing that woke you up,” you explained to him. “We’ll just… give it a shot, for a few nights, and if you decide it only makes things worse, then we’ll rule it out, okay?”

He nodded, but he did not look happy. You turned the machine off, and then nodded to the incense burner and sticks that you’d bought as well. “Those might work best for you. The smell of lavender has been proven to help relax the mind and body, and to help people sleep more deeply. Chamomile is usually drank as a type of tea, but since you’re not supposed to get out of bed, the smell has similar effects as drinking it. It helps create contentment and warmth.”

Steve picked up one of the lavender scented sticks and sniffed it. After a moment, he glanced sideways at you. “You wear a perfume that smells like this,” he said, and you felt a blush form on the back of your neck, slowly working its way up to your ears and cheeks.

“Sometimes, yeah,” you agreed. “I’ve always liked the smell of it.” Steve set the incense stick back down. “If neither of these work, we can find different ones; there’s plenty that are meant to do the same things.”

“I’m sure these will be fine,” he said, and he gestured to the incense burner itself. “How does it work?”

“It’s designed to make sure that heat doesn’t spread,” you told him. “All you have to do is light the coated end of the stick with a match or a lighter, and then you stick it in these holes.” You tapped the burner. “Don’t light more than two at a time; the combination of lavender and chamomile should be strong enough without there needing to be multiples of each.”

Steve nodded. “Okay.” He stared at the incense for a moment, and then he glanced at you. “So, breathing, staying still, smells, and sound. That’s all?”

You nodded. “The hope is that at least one of these things works for you. It’s up to you if you want to try them all at once, or if you want to try them one at a time, a combination of two or three… whatever. Just test it out, try to find what works best. If nothing works, well… we’ll figure something else out.” You poked him in the shoulder. “But no more middle of the night working out.”

He smiled. “No more working out in the middle of the night,” he repeated. “Can we do something fun, now?”

You chuckled. “Yes, we can do something fun.”

“Good,” he said, and then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a deck of cards. He held them up for you to see. “It’s been a long time since I was able to play a good game of cards with somebody.”

“It was always going to end in card games,” you sighed under your breath, but followed him back out into the living room. He was cooperating when it came to the sleeping devices; you would cooperate with his forms of entertainment.

At least, until you started to lose. Nobody would be having fun if you started to lose.

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