Spain/Romano - neighbours
anonymous
September 15 2010, 01:09:27 UTC
Antonio and Lovino live in the same neighbourhood but don't know each other personally. Lovino sees Antonio jogging every day and quite enjoys his tan and shirtlessness. Lovi tries to get Toni to notice him by conveniently gardening or getting the mail or w/e at the same time that the other jogs, but they end up meeting by something unplanned, awkward, and cute.
Bonus: Antonio was actually doing things to get Lovino to notice him too.
Neighborhood Watch [1a/5]
anonymous
September 16 2010, 09:43:33 UTC
It moves a little slow but it gets there.
Lovino Vargas lived in a light blue house with a white picket fence, in a nice neighborhood with a playground down the street. He had an average job in an office only six stops away from the train station down the other road his light blue house sat on the corner of. While his neighbors had mere grass on their lawns, Lovino had an enormous garden instead. He’d filled it with vegetables and herbs and all the little grown things he could find to reduce his grocery bill (his brother had snuck in some flowers as well, but Feliciano was stupid like that, and stubborn, so Lovino graciously let them stay).
Lovino Vargas’s life was the perfect side of average, the sort of bliss only seen in movies and comics from an earlier age: light blue paint, green garden, white picket fence, two and a half chil- “-dren. No. I mean yes, I still don’t have any children, old man. Bastard, this is the millionth time; which part don’t you understand? The ‘g’ the ‘a’ or the ‘y’?... No I’m not going to grow up and
( ... )
Neighborhood Watch [1b/5]
anonymous
September 16 2010, 09:49:19 UTC
The last time they’d asked, he’d told them that ‘Mama and Papa are both very stupid so it takes them longer than normal people to do simple tasks.’ That had worked easily, and all further questions had belonged to the dinner and bedtime story categories. But both girls were getting older and if Feliciano thought he could get away with making Lovino do all the explaining-of-difficult-things in the girls’ formative years then he needed to be reminded what Rosa was like after managing to eat an entire blueberry pie by herself.
That was the wonderful thing about being an uncle, and not a father. Papa had to lay down rules and sometimes enforce bedtimes when Mama made him, even if being strict often made him cry directly afterwards. Uncles could break those rules with a smile, remain the good guy and hand off a pair of grubbysticky children disguised as sleeping angels back over to Papa once the ‘dishwasher’ was ‘better.’ And Rosa was really good at only getting sick once she’d gone to sleep and woken back up again (like hell was Lovino
( ... )
Neighborhood Watch [1c/5]
anonymous
September 16 2010, 09:55:43 UTC
Lovino’s musing cut off as the second hand on his watch ticked past the twelve and a familiar figure jogged into his line of sight. It was stupid, but sometimes it felt like H-H- he slowed down when he went past Lovino’s house. It was probably a trick of the street lights, just like how the thing’s chest probably wasn’t that defined in daylight and Hi- his lick-cream-off-me-I’ve-been-working-under-the-sun-all-day-wth-my-hands tan was entirely due to shadows.
Shadows.
The best part, in Lovino’s opinion, not that he had an opinion about shamelessly leering at a neighbor from behind the safety of machine wash only off-white curtains… but if he did have an opinion it would have been that the best part was once the thing had run past Lovino’s hiding spot, all Lovino had to do was switch windows and he had an unobstructed view of H-Him no, the thing jogging away
( ... )
Re: Neighborhood Watch [1c/5]
anonymous
September 19 2010, 01:02:36 UTC
Yay! I have absolutely nothing constructive to say because you just turned my brain into mush. Happy, happy mush. <3
For the record, though, there is nothing wrong with including the DATASS trope, especially when tight white jogging shorts are included as well. I also really love Lovino's ridiculously awful plans. That is SO in character! XD
Neighborhood Watch [2a/5]
anonymous
September 22 2010, 10:16:14 UTC
This part contains more minor OCs in the form of two gossiping neighbor ladies. They won’t be coming back. If you’d like, think of them as the Republic of Saugeais and Frestonia (no relation to Estonia).
The first cloud in the sky appeared over the neighborhood around two in the afternoon. Lovino watched it grow with a critical eye. One cloud didn’t necessarily mean anything. It could just be a grey day. Grey days had lots of clouds; one cloud wasn’t something to worry about. The rest of the clouds that filled the sky by eight o’clock were angry and dark and something to worry about. So were the wind and the rain and the lightning.
Lovino had never bothered to check outside his window at 8:30 during a storm. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to go running in weather like that. He could slip, or get electrocuted, or have His flimsy white shorts plastered against His chiseled body by the wind and the rain. The rain. The wet rain. Every contour of His body. Which mostly consisted of His crotch, because those shorts were almost
( ... )
Neighborhood Watch [2b/5]
anonymous
September 22 2010, 10:28:50 UTC
But He wasn’t there, and Lovino had forgotten to put on a coat, and soon both he and his towel were as wet as He had been. Disappointed, Lovino opened his front gate and sulked up the walk back to his house. What had he been thinking? Of course He wouldn’t still be there, that would require something good happening in Lovino’s life. And Lovino’s weekly allowance of good things had already been filled up by the come-from-behind win of his favorite football team on Thursday
( ... )
Neighborhood Watch [2b/5]
anonymous
September 22 2010, 10:36:04 UTC
He thought her name started with a D… or maybe it was a P… and she had a son, some creep of a kid who kept staring at Lovino whenever Lovino gardened. “Yes, Antonio Fernandez. Don’t tell me you don’t know who he is, Gabrielle? I’m sure you’ve seen him out running, half the neighborhood sets their watch by him now.”
Suddenly, the conversation Lovino was eavesdropping on became infinitely more interesting. They couldn’t be talking about… but who else…?
“In the evenings, in that pair of little white-”
“Yes! That’s him!”
Him.
Gabrielle whistled. “Yes, I know who you mean now. I’d forgotten his name.” She frowned, tapping her chin with a long finger. Her nails were fake, and red, and Lovino was more than a little scared of them. “You know, Doris, I’ve heard he’s a little… unsavory.”
A look of realization rolled slowly across Doris’s face (Doris. Yes, that was it) before a smoggy smugness settled in around the corners of her eyes. “Antonio is a lovely young man. I have no idea what you’re talking about
( ... )
Neighborhood Watch [2D/5]
anonymous
September 22 2010, 10:43:24 UTC
Lovino swore he felt a few of his brain cells shriveling away into nothing. At this rate he would turn into his brother.
Gabrielle slapped her friend’s arm playfully. “Don’t you dare stop now, Doris Bramley.”
“Well.” Lovino gulped. “You know what he said?” Getonwithitgetonwithit… “He said, in that funny way of talking he has, oh it sent a shiver right up my spine but you know I’m only for Horace, but if I was a few decades younger…”
Gabrielle, luckily, snapped before Lovino did. “Doris!”
“Yes, yes Gabrielle. Don’t rush me. Antonio said that it was very considerate of me to look out for my son like that,” Doris paused one last time, “but that he was already 33 and would feel very strange going on a coffee date with a 23 year old graduate student!”
The two women tittered between themselves about Antonio Fernandez’s looks and bearing, and how he didn’t look a day over 30 and if they were a decade younger (“Don’t kid yourself, Gabrielle, dear”)… Lovino’s thoughts were more to the point. ‘…that as-that- he’s 33? How the hell does he
( ... )
Bonus: Antonio was actually doing things to get Lovino to notice him too.
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Lovino Vargas lived in a light blue house with a white picket fence, in a nice neighborhood with a playground down the street. He had an average job in an office only six stops away from the train station down the other road his light blue house sat on the corner of. While his neighbors had mere grass on their lawns, Lovino had an enormous garden instead. He’d filled it with vegetables and herbs and all the little grown things he could find to reduce his grocery bill (his brother had snuck in some flowers as well, but Feliciano was stupid like that, and stubborn, so Lovino graciously let them stay).
Lovino Vargas’s life was the perfect side of average, the sort of bliss only seen in movies and comics from an earlier age: light blue paint, green garden, white picket fence, two and a half chil- “-dren. No. I mean yes, I still don’t have any children, old man. Bastard, this is the millionth time; which part don’t you understand? The ‘g’ the ‘a’ or the ‘y’?... No I’m not going to grow up and ( ... )
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That was the wonderful thing about being an uncle, and not a father. Papa had to lay down rules and sometimes enforce bedtimes when Mama made him, even if being strict often made him cry directly afterwards. Uncles could break those rules with a smile, remain the good guy and hand off a pair of grubbysticky children disguised as sleeping angels back over to Papa once the ‘dishwasher’ was ‘better.’ And Rosa was really good at only getting sick once she’d gone to sleep and woken back up again (like hell was Lovino ( ... )
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Shadows.
The best part, in Lovino’s opinion, not that he had an opinion about shamelessly leering at a neighbor from behind the safety of machine wash only off-white curtains… but if he did have an opinion it would have been that the best part was once the thing had run past Lovino’s hiding spot, all Lovino had to do was switch windows and he had an unobstructed view of H-Him no, the thing jogging away ( ... )
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I love this. Your writing style is so beautiful and awesome and OH MANG I'M SO GONNA WAIT PATIENTLY FOR THE NEXT UPDATE. DSDSGs.
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I loved this whole part a lot. And I can't wait to see if Lovino's clever, clever plan comes to fruition! (Knowing him, probably not).
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I really loved his lick-cream-off-me-I’ve-been-working-under-the-sun-all-day-wth-my-hands tan btw, haha
Thank you so much for filling authornon, take your time~ ...but not too long C:
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More when you can, please? ♥ I'd love to see where this is going.
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For the record, though, there is nothing wrong with including the DATASS trope, especially when tight white jogging shorts are included as well. I also really love Lovino's ridiculously awful plans. That is SO in character! XD
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The first cloud in the sky appeared over the neighborhood around two in the afternoon. Lovino watched it grow with a critical eye. One cloud didn’t necessarily mean anything. It could just be a grey day. Grey days had lots of clouds; one cloud wasn’t something to worry about. The rest of the clouds that filled the sky by eight o’clock were angry and dark and something to worry about. So were the wind and the rain and the lightning.
Lovino had never bothered to check outside his window at 8:30 during a storm. He wouldn’t be stupid enough to go running in weather like that. He could slip, or get electrocuted, or have His flimsy white shorts plastered against His chiseled body by the wind and the rain. The rain. The wet rain. Every contour of His body. Which mostly consisted of His crotch, because those shorts were almost ( ... )
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Suddenly, the conversation Lovino was eavesdropping on became infinitely more interesting. They couldn’t be talking about… but who else…?
“In the evenings, in that pair of little white-”
“Yes! That’s him!”
Him.
Gabrielle whistled. “Yes, I know who you mean now. I’d forgotten his name.” She frowned, tapping her chin with a long finger. Her nails were fake, and red, and Lovino was more than a little scared of them. “You know, Doris, I’ve heard he’s a little… unsavory.”
A look of realization rolled slowly across Doris’s face (Doris. Yes, that was it) before a smoggy smugness settled in around the corners of her eyes. “Antonio is a lovely young man. I have no idea what you’re talking about ( ... )
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Gabrielle slapped her friend’s arm playfully. “Don’t you dare stop now, Doris Bramley.”
“Well.” Lovino gulped. “You know what he said?” Getonwithitgetonwithit… “He said, in that funny way of talking he has, oh it sent a shiver right up my spine but you know I’m only for Horace, but if I was a few decades younger…”
Gabrielle, luckily, snapped before Lovino did. “Doris!”
“Yes, yes Gabrielle. Don’t rush me. Antonio said that it was very considerate of me to look out for my son like that,” Doris paused one last time, “but that he was already 33 and would feel very strange going on a coffee date with a 23 year old graduate student!”
The two women tittered between themselves about Antonio Fernandez’s looks and bearing, and how he didn’t look a day over 30 and if they were a decade younger (“Don’t kid yourself, Gabrielle, dear”)… Lovino’s thoughts were more to the point. ‘…that as-that- he’s 33? How the hell does he ( ... )
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