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Animation based on the fanfiction: For The Forgotten Ones
by: Im_Sorry_Buddy
Editing exercises, using old footage
i thought i loved you (it's just how you looked in the light) [5.3k] for @bucksear who sent the prompt: "I don't want to be your best friend. I want you more."
He loves the kitchen sink and the drying rank on the counter, because he always washes and Eddie always dries and sometimes when he dries he chips the grey bowls and breaks the white plates, but it doesn’t matter because he bought the set second hand and really, they don’t need more than three plates, three bowls, three mugs, and three forks.
“Just three?” Maddie asks.
“Yeah, me, Christopher, and Eddie,” he says, like it’s obvious.
Maddie gives a knowing smile. “And Taylor?”
He shrugs. “It’s not like the four of us hang out.”
“So who’s plate is she borrowing when they leave?” Buck stays quiet. She sets her mug on the table. “Moving out might help, but no matter where you go, you’ll only have three plates.”
(In which Buck hates his apartment, breaks up with Taylor, and makes a long overdue confession.)
[ao3 link]
It’s a quiet night. No work, no obligations, just a sofa and a movie. Buck sits on one end, Taylor sits on the other, a blanket around her lap, and he comes to the conclusion that he hates his couch. The leather sticks to his skin in an uncomfortable way and the cushions never stay in place.
They watch the TV in silence, some documentary Taylor was dying to see, and Buck comes to the conclusion that he hates his TV stand. The lamp in the corner is all too bright, the coffee table is too neat, and the floor-to-ceiling windows drown him, especially at sunrise, noon, and midnight.
He unsticks himself from the leather to rest his legs on the coffee table, carefully avoiding the glasses of water, and Buck comes to the conclusion that he hates his coffee table. It’s too shiny, too neat, and he knocks his legs on the corners at least three times a day.
“Are you okay?” Taylor asks as the TV goes dark. He didn’t realize the movie ended.
“Fine,” he says, “just tired.”
She nods, grabs her phone, and leads them off to bed.
They sleep, and it’s nothing remarkable, but when the morning comes, the top sheet bunches at the end of the mattress, the duvet is all too thick, Taylor’s hands are cold, and the sunrise burns his chest. Buck rolls over, hides his eyes in the pillow, and comes to the conclusion that he hates his bed.
Taylor sleeps while he cooks, brews coffee, and cleans the kitchen. He forgets about the girlfriend in his bed until she rushes down the stairs, swipes a waffle off the table, and kisses him goodbye as she speeds off to work.
“Thank you, but I’m already late,” she says when he offers her a mug.
Even with a counter full of food, an empty sink, and a beautiful view, Buck still hates his apartment.
He never used to. When he first moved in, Buck was thrilled to have his own place, his own kitchen, bed, and balcony. He’s only used the grill twice, but at least it’s his. The plants are his too, and he waters them all on his own with his pitcher and his sink.
He never used to hate the loft.
But now?
Buck goes to work surrounded by friends. Buck goes home. It’s not really home.
Half his mugs gather dust. He only ever sits in the one barstool and one corner of the couch. The fruit bowl is mostly for show. Buck loves the paint stain Christopher left on the dining table more than any piece of art he could ever hang.
Taylor loves it. He has his own apartment, a real, adult apartment. The decor is modern, the view is incredible, and in the year they’ve been together, he’s only seen her apartment once.
Taylor loves the loft. Buck still hates his apartment.
He spends his day off cleaning, though the broom doesn’t quite reach under the couch. So he moves the couch. Tries moving the TV stand too, but if he moves the TV, the sun will always leave a glare. There’s nowhere else for the couch to go. He rotates the coffee table. It looks exactly the same; too shiny, too neat.
Buck goes upstairs to try to move the bed, but no matter where he goes, the sun still shines. He should buy blackout curtains. No, he should give up. He moves a few picture frames, rearranges a few books, but he still hates the bed.
[continue on ao3]
Here’s more about Dakota! (Into the Y/N verse moment hAHA)
First Meeting!
Sun notices something…
Some goofy doodles about Dakota’s major phobia!
The DCAs meets Disco!
Haha yuh oh
Woooooo!!!! Some more koopa doodles🤩✨✨
Whipped up some doodles between today and yesterday!! Been wanting to draw Lemmy for a hot minute and finally brought him to life in my sketchbook😊 Every time I doodle i just NEED to draw Ludwig though, it’s like second nature now as he is my fave koopaling😝 (i was supposed to draw Wendy, sorry girl!!! i’ll draw you next, I promise!!!🎀💖✨) …
Might possibly add more details to both of them (and definitely considering giving Luddy some color hehe), we’ll see how it fairs out😄 if I do end up improving on them, i’ll post the updated versions with my next Wendy doodles🤩
I’m so happy when I doodle le koopaz, it brings me so much joy and a sense of calm.🙂 anyway thx for coming to my ted talk😆 and I wish a Happy Monday to you all!!! 💛🧡💙💖💖✨✨
what? A Netflix adaptation that turns the toxic yaoi couple into brothers? that’s silly….. that.. that would never happen….. right guys..?? guys??