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Argh, I've been sick most of the day. Stupid heat. Stupid polluted fruits.

Anyways. Spent most of day sleeping fitfully and typing out notebook!fic which might be finished sooner or later. Fluff for Ammy?


I love dinosaur comics also Jimi sent this to me and I about died laughing.

Ok, as I survived life, JD’s equation and [livejournal.com profile] dimension_shop, it’s time for something else.


Five things meme. That’s right.

You know what I mean, make a request like say, “Five Times Umeda Didn’t Hate The Idiot (And No, Not Love. Shut Up.)” Or “Five Times Soren Acted Like A Jealous Girlfriend”

Pairing list preference here, I'll write pairings other than my preferences, btw!

Although I might have to refuse at times because I can't write x character to save my life/etc. If you're really unsure, just put down more than one. Oh yeah, and multiples are always allowed.

Like any request from me, I have to disclaim that I'm really prone to wandering off and I may never get to yours. I suck, I know.

And left public so anyone can request.
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4.

Perhaps tired of his patent forgetfulness, Soren came along this time. He held the list this time, and checked off each part, watching Ike carefully to make sure no mistakes slipped by.

It’s weird just how couple-y they feel walking down the aisles together. Soren doesn’t even have to ask, Ike automatically gets the cans off of the higher shelves or lifts the heavy bag of rice. They don’t speak much, it’s just comforting silence. Ike basks in it, enjoys the peace, the calm and the feeling of Soren being this close.

Soren’s hair was swept up in a messy ponytail and checked off the list three times before he was satisfied with the results.

“We’re done,” he said absently.

Ike nodded and they headed for the checkout. Soren cringed over the finances while Ike was distracted by inane and confusing magazine headlines. (He never thought he’d see “Alien Baby Found!” and “Alien Star Khristie Bankley’s New Baby Pics!” in the same place at once.)

When it was over they loaded the car until he was sure it was resting lower on the wheels than before. Soren always buys in bulk and can stretch a penny farther than anyone he’s ever met. It’s like magic, and sometimes Ike just sits back and is dually impressed by Soren’s formidable managing and scrimping skills.

Ike would’ve loaded it all himself, but Soren insisted on helping, at least a little. When they’re done fitting in all the produce, Ike drives the long way home. Even if Soren disapproved of using the extra gas, Ike didn’t want the day to be over yet. Like a teenage with a date, he bargained for just a few more minutes of time alone, together, traveling.

When they get home he kissed Soren before the doorstep and Soren looked quizzically up at him.

“No reason,” Ike said.

5.
Ike didn’t remember them because they never made it there. In fact, they never even made it out of the kitchen. Soren was talking about cooking a meat dish and Ike couldn’t resist one impulsive, thankful kiss. One kiss lead to two, which lead to three, which lead to pushing Soren against the nearest flat surface and forgetting everything but the space of their bodies. They kissed against counter tops and cupboards, ripping at whatever clothing got in their way. Ike will never look at coking oil the same way again.

When they had finished, (breathless, and drowsy, their skin overheated and still prickling from the aftershocks) both stumbled over to the couch and slept curled up in each other. By the time they woke, the grocery was closed, and all was open was the Wal-Mart across town. Neither felt like driving that far or moving from the warmth of their entangled bodies.

Tomorrow, Ike thought, because there’d always be tomorrow with Soren and shared grocery trips and comfortable silence between the two of them. He wouldn’t want to spend his life any other way.
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... I wasn't going to read this for awhile, but you know my tastes too well.

Awwwww.

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