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Which Ark was that, anyway? Sousuke isn’t up to speed on his Martian history because he chooses not to be. Fuck Mars.

Storm Chasers

After what seems like forever, I’ve finally managed to write a new song! This one is for @iskabee for writing Liminal. Storm Chasers By Ingrid Windsland

If you summon the thunder I’ll bring the rain And if we stand in silence We can pretend To be together again

It only gives when I give in This game that we’ve been playing When your presence marks my skin With goosebumps, courage fraying

And I know you don’t want my guilt It sticks like humid weather Teal disdain leaks from your soul From wounds we made together

If you summon the thunder I’ll bring the rain And if we stand in silence We can pretend To be together again

You only give when I don’t pull But never what I’m craving What was us now paints your skin Soft scar tissue fading

And you know I can’t give you my heart It’s lost in stormy weather But if you smash the hourglass We can search for it together

If you summon the thunder I’ll bring the rain And if we stand in silence We can pretend

If you summon the thunder I’ll bring the rain And if we stand together We can pretend

He hasn’t seen her anywhere before, but he knows the hair, and the eyes, and the demanding expression—he’s seen it all in his ex-partner, right down to the gun against his head, holding him flat against the dusty floorboards, hands up; well, even still, he thinks he much prefers this look on her.

“Don’t stall,” she says, foot pressing deeper into the side of Sousuke’s stomach, pinning his own holster just out of reach—the gun is tipped right between his eyes, and he feels nothing close to fear, just a sense of being caught and the dread of having to pay up, “—you owe my brother more than your damn life, but I’d like his payoff first.”

They’re in a patently ridiculous pose. Being a gay romance novel cover, they’re probably required to be. Haru has Rin leaning back into Mako against the tree like they’re both so fucking altered on each other’s love they’re incapable of standing under their own power. Better yet, he’s insisted that Rin adoringly cradle a prop rifle in his arms and over one shoulder. Mako, now, has his Olympic weightlifter arms sorta folded down around him, his big hands framing Rin’s hips in their soft leather leggings. It’s a clever trick, Rin has to admit – Mako’s hands will undoubtedly direct their viewers’ eyes to his own particular money spot, just like the ragged, abused flowy shirt Mako has on shows off more of his bronzed curves than it covers.

Rin opens the apartment door only to come face to face with Makoto cooing at a snake and Sousuke looking exasperated.

“I…why do you guys have a snake?”

Souske grumbles. “What are you doing in our apartment?” he shoots back.

Rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag your favorite authors.

tagged by the lovely @iskabee​ and finally doing it because i actually have a computer to do it on. not my computer, but still a computer. i’m gonna warn you ahead of time, before even doing this, that about 90% of this will be unfinished + unpublished things. because i’m trash.

untitled/unfinished nagiharu fic: “... What did you do to it this time, Nagisa?”

untitled rinharu fic: It’s brighter today than he thought it would be.

highly likely, running hot: Practice has started to end up like this nowadays, more often than not.

thin ice (unfinished makorin fic): With the edge of a knife pressed tight against his pulse and the burn of rope fresh at his palms, Rin’s only true regret in life is taking that fucking poetry class in high school.

lover, lover (unfinished souharu fic): “This is the worst idea you’ve ever had.”

untitled souharu mini fic: It’s when Haruka starts staring that Sousuke knows he’s doomed.

silver, silver: Though one could reasonably assume that a library is one of the last places anything too out-of-the-ordinary could occur, due to the quiet of it, the usual intellectual company it draws in, and the sheer normalcy of its very being, Rei has, in his teenage and young adult life, had quite a few considerably strange experiences.

untitled makorin: “You’re kidding me,” Rin says, backpack falling from his shoulders and onto the floor.

untitled souharu: “Haruka.”

untitled sourinharu: It’s past midnight when Haruka finally comes home, so he’d expected the darkness that greets him when he shuffles through the front door.

when day is done: It’s still dark out, which can either mean that it’s early in the morning or very, very late at night, or on some line where those two things tend to blend together a little.

me, into ashes: He's going to drown here.

untitled rinharu: “My flight’s tomorrow,” Haru says, perhaps without any real inclination to go anywhere with it.

untitled/unfinished sourinharu: He really should have stuck to law.

have all of me (--i’m yours): The wind is stronger here. But maybe that’s just his imagination.

to be with you, darling: At first, Rin thought that Haru had come to him only in his dreams.

mini nagiharu: “Nagisa,” Haruka says, hands against the counter, the back of his sweatshirt twisting with the steady pull of Nagisa’s head—back and forth and back again.

untitled rinharu: “I can’t believe I agreed to this,” Rin says, watching layers of Haru’s clothing fall near the edge of the pool.

untitled/unfinished souharu: Makoto isn’t answering his phone.

in the fire (mini souharu): It's a Tuesday night, and Haruka is silent outside of Sousuke's door.

thoughts: i’m extremely vague and make no sense when i start my stories. what even is context. the good news though is that this motivated me to write some more so that i can get these fuckin things posted.

naw i still love u :* i can accept this chaos ;;;

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