Ahfkjsdhfs. Wow. I love this fic. Just wow. "/> It has totally reaffirmed my love for Atobe/Tezuka. This was hot and beautiful and I could see everything they did so well.
I loved the scene where they're driving in the car together. And TEZUKA WITH A SENSE OF HUMOR. Just oh man. AND FISHING TOGETHER. Just asdhsakjfdahsfsd. Telling the old mythology stories to each other and then Tezuka breaking Atobe's car window when it started to rain. The imagery in this is gorgeous and just love.
“Why are we watching Pretty Woman?”
Atobe snapped his head down, and made a sour face. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
Tezuka couldn’t help but chuckle. Atobe was most amusing when he was cross.
“That’s not mine!” Atobe said, guiltily. “I gave Yuushi a lift to a meeting, and he insisted on watching it. He’s seen it a hundred times.” Atobe steered onto the main road. “I’ve seen it a hundred times.”
“At least it’s not Titanic,” Tezuka said helpfully.
At that moment, Atobe wanted to stop the car and hug him. “Thank you! At long last, someone shares my hatred of that ridiculous movie.”
This part killed me. So badly. Titanic references are love.
“I can enlighten you,” Atobe said, wickedly, “But it would involve a lengthy discussion about the merits of a g-string, as opposed to French Knickers.”
Tezuka made a face. “I’ll pass. I’m a boxers sort of guy.”
Atobe laughed. “Well I couldn’t exactly see you in a g-string.”
Agdajsdasds. AHAHAHAHA. That's brilliant.
I don't think I could express my love for this even if I tried because it's awesome and good_chaser is beyond lucky to receive something as fabulous as this fic.
PS: I think I've got a good idea who wrote this as well. And I usually suck at figuring writers out.
I love this fic. Just wow.
"/> It has totally reaffirmed my love for Atobe/Tezuka. This was hot and beautiful and I could see everything they did so well.
I loved the scene where they're driving in the car together. And TEZUKA WITH A SENSE OF HUMOR. Just oh man. AND FISHING TOGETHER. Just asdhsakjfdahsfsd.
Telling the old mythology stories to each other and then Tezuka breaking Atobe's car window when it started to rain. The imagery in this is gorgeous and just love.
“Why are we watching Pretty Woman?”
Atobe snapped his head down, and made a sour face. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
Tezuka couldn’t help but chuckle. Atobe was most amusing when he was cross.
“That’s not mine!” Atobe said, guiltily. “I gave Yuushi a lift to a meeting, and he insisted on watching it. He’s seen it a hundred times.” Atobe steered onto the main road. “I’ve seen it a hundred times.”
“At least it’s not Titanic,” Tezuka said helpfully.
At that moment, Atobe wanted to stop the car and hug him. “Thank you! At long last, someone shares my hatred of that ridiculous movie.”
This part killed me. So badly. Titanic references are love.
“I can enlighten you,” Atobe said, wickedly, “But it would involve a lengthy discussion about the merits of a g-string, as opposed to French Knickers.”
Tezuka made a face. “I’ll pass. I’m a boxers sort of guy.”
Atobe laughed. “Well I couldn’t exactly see you in a g-string.”
Agdajsdasds. AHAHAHAHA. That's brilliant.
I don't think I could express my love for this even if I tried because it's awesome and good_chaser is beyond lucky to receive something as fabulous as this fic.
PS: I think I've got a good idea who wrote this as well. And I usually suck at figuring writers out.
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