Close Encounters (or the Problem with Dat Ass)
Warnings: Mildly sexual content (boners abound,) language
Summary: College life is chaotic enough for Maka Albarn without having to stomach an art model with clear self-control issues in Drawing 220. Join Maka in her quest to survive two weeks of embarrassing encounters, ridiculous roommates, and the guy with the perpetually awkward boner.
So this is my solo resbang for 2015. Fair warning, it is absolutely absurd. It is rated Pg-13/T for the frequent appearance of awkward boners and for language.
Thanks go to the salt squad for all their encouragement and putting up with my alternate whining and cackling, to @ashsocolourful and @ifeana for helping with the art details, and to the beta squad, @lucyrne, @tenbrisael, @makapedia, @ilarual, and @sandmancircus, who nearly died of second hand embarrassment to make this readable.
Thanks as well to the @resbangmods for being awesome and putting on this fantastic event, and to my artists @notanirishginger and @freaky-fan-art. They are both insanely talented, so I’m excited to see what they came up with!
Finally, a special thanks goes to @therewithasmile. The opening of this fic was inspired by an actual event in her life, so if it feels like real life college shenanigans, it’s because it actually is.
You can find the full version of this fic on AO3 here or on FFN here.
Art by @freaky-fan-art can be found here.
Art by @notanirishginger can be found here.
The playlist for this fic can be found here.
It starts off like any other morning. Maka trudges downstairs to grab her phone that lay forgotten in the living room, looking for it hastily because it isn’t where she remembers leaving it. Wrinkling her nose, she frowns at the unkempt state of the room, strewn with beer bottles and pizza boxes and video game controllers and even a bulky comforter on the couch. Then, she finally turns around to catch sight of her phone on the coffee table half under a pizza box and bends over to retrieve it.
She hears a rustle of covers as she does and a sleepily muttered, “Holy shit,” then whirls around in surprise to find the lumpy comforter had concealed an occupant, one with wild white hair and startling red eyes. He is blinking up at her blearily.
“Hi,” she says automatically, too flustered for something more coherent because she is in boy shorts and a thin tank top and the last thing she expects to find this early is a strange boy on her couch.
Clearly her roommates are overdue for another talk about house rules.
“Uh, hi,” he responds, voice rough with sleep.
“I’ll just be–going–” she adds hurriedly, before shaking her head and striding back to her room to shower and change, thanking the powers that be that she is the only girl in the apartment and has therefore been gifted the master with an attached bath.
Of course, being the only girl in the apartment also means waking up to strange men on her couch.
She idly wonders who the odd boy belongs to, Kilik or Blake, and thinks the second more likely since she’s pretty sure Kilik went home for the weekend to visit the twins and won’t be back until his Tuesday classes.
It hardly matters–Maka has class today and needs to get ready. By the time she finally is, the stranger is gone and forgotten as she heads off to bask in the wonder of Shakespeare’s comedies.
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