#future v.

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”come on, i can’t go to the party ALONE.” / - aomine

when he came to america to follow aomine’s dreams, ( it’s always aomine’s dreams. ) he didn’t expect he’d be the one going to the parties with aomine. he’s never been big on crowds, or drinking ( that much ) and somehow what parties he did go to, always tended to make him somewhat uncomfortable. him, huddled into a corner, sipping on his drink, wide-eyes watching aomine, ( the star of the show -- if basketball could be considered a show ) with the gut feeling of he’s not good enough. aomine fits into the world, he looks right at place in it too. sakurai, well he’s just luggage, an add-on for aomine. he blinks, fingers tightening around the pen that he’s holding and he hasn’t really gotten that much drawing in lately, ( which, he expected too ) and lets out a breath of air. “aomine-kun, are you sure you want me there, i don’t really fit in with the other’s you know.” 

@daichansux.

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106.  running errands together / Sethummer for @dirtymercy

     Seth had been left to man the car; naturally, to evade the technicality that they were in fact not parked in the no parking zone signified by the glaringly bright yellow lines and signs posted every five feet. The keys were in the ignition, the A/C on blast despite the passenger side window rolled all the way down and some throwback playlist from the prime of their youth playing louder than it should have been from the speakers upon Summer’s departure and subsequent ownership of the proverbial aux cord. She’d promised not to be longer than five minutes which had been over twenty ago but Summer suddenly reappeared in the frame of the open window looking a little winded as if she’d just sprinted the rest of the way across the parking lot and the sunglasses on the top of her head just a bit askew. “Okay don’t freak out.” Those were never words anyone wanted to hear from their wife, but Summer held out a reassuring hand as if to hold Seth at bay as she balanced a drink tray in the other. “They were out of your usual. And instead of that energy drink garbage, I got you this!” Lifting it out of its’ spot from the recycled cardboard carrier she handed him some sort of very green concoction. “It’s green. But don’t let it fool you, I promise it’s delicious.” She shook her head, as if she couldn’t believe her own rave reviews and quickly moved to open the door and pull herself into the oversized SUV. “It was either that or oat milk and I really didn’t want to hear the thirty minute lecture on how there are too many milk choices these days.” She reminded him in a huff, more as a warning than anything. “My dad has Axton for three more hours and we have too much to get done today but I promise when we go to the grocery store you can pick out the breakfast cereals. We’ll just lie to him and say they were out of his favorite Crunchberry Blast.”