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lovesongbracket · 1 year

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Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Demolition Lovers

Written By: Matt Pelissier, Mikey Way, Ray Toro & Gerard Way

Artist: My Chemical Romance

Released: 2002

The Demolition Lovers are the couple seen on the cover for MCR’s next album, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. This song, along with much of the album, is a prequel to the story of Three Cheers… in which a man makes a deal with the devil to get his dead lover back by killing 1,000 evil men and giving the devil their souls in exchange for her. This song is most likely where the lover dies. The two “Demolition Lovers” are featured on the cover of the album.

[Verse 1] Hand in mine, into your icy blues And then I'd say to you, "We could take to the highway With this trunk of ammunition, too" I'd end my days with you, in a hail of bullets [Chorus] I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know just how much you mean to me And after all the things We put each other through and [Verse 2] I would drive on to the end with you A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full And I feel like there's nothing left to do But prove myself to you, and we'll keep it running [Chorus] But this time, I mean it I'll let you know just how much you mean to me As snow falls on desert sky Until the end of everything I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know how much you mean As days fade and nights grow And we grow cold [Post-Chorus] Until the end, until this pool of blood Until this, I mean this, I mean this, until the end of [Chorus] I'm trying, I'm trying To let you know how much you mean As days fade and nights grow And we grow cold But this time, we'll show them We'll show them all how much we mean As snow falls on desert sky Until the end of every… [Interlude] All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this All we are, all we are is bullets, I mean this [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] As lead rains will pass on through Our phantoms forever, forever Like scarecrows that fuel this flame We're burning forever and ever Know how much I want to show you You're the only one Like a bed of roses There's a dozen reasons in this gun [Outro] And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever!

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Bmblb

Written By: Jeff Williams

Artist: Jeff Williams feat. Casey Lee Williams

Released: 2017

“Bmblb” is a song from the RWBY Volume 4 Soundtrack that has never been seen anywhere in the actual series (yet). It is short for “Bumblebee,” which in-universe is the name of Yang Xiao Long’s bike as well as her and Blake Belladonna’s team attack in Volume 2, but is used out-of-universe as the unofficial fan couple name for both of them. Therefore, while some interpret this as a love song between Yang and her bike, many others, upon closer inspection of the lyrics, see this as a love song between Yang and Blake, with either one expressing their love for the other.

[Intro] There's a garden where I go If you meet me there, no one will know In the springtime, in the sun We can be alone without anyone [Verse 1] All the butterflies and the birds Keep our secret, no, they won't say a word But they watch us, and they know And they're happy as they see our love grow [Pre-Chorus] We'll sit for a while as I drink in your smile It feels like a dream that's come true My head starts to buzz And my heart fills with love over you [Chorus] Baby, can't you see? You could be with me We could live inside a garden of ecstasy You could be my queen I could be your dream Our lives like a fantasy Maybe set me free Let me be your bumblebee [Verse 2] Now the flowers are in bloom And you've chased away my darkness and gloom When the wind blows through the trees And your voice is like a song in the breeze [Pre-Chorus] My doubts disappear every time that you're near Clouds seem to run from the sky The thought of your kiss Sends my soul into bliss, I get high [Chorus] Baby, can't you see? You could be with me We could live inside a garden of ecstasy You could be my queen I could be your dream Our lives like a fantasy Maybe set me free Let me be your— [Bridge] Like a serenade, every word you say Has me fallin' more and more in love with you Like a Purdie beat, you are oh-so sweet Everyday is sunny, tastes like honey Feel so alive, take me back to the hive [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Baby, can't you see? You could be with me We could live inside a garden of ecstasy You could be my queen I could be your dream Life's like a fantasy Maybe set me free Let me be your bumblebee

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watergh0st · 4 months

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bettathanyou · 6 months

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A Sky Without It's Moon

Fic by Bettathanyou

Hey y'all, this is a fic I wrote for @fantadym and their self insert OC, Elisa, with Don Cedric (what she calls her au version of Cedric!!) Please give them as much love as you give me, this fic wouldn't exist without such lovely characters if a talented writer/artist such as fanta didn't exist!!!

Cedric walks in to the quaint home with a groan of relief, the weight of today's work finally lifting off of his tense shoulders. They sag, finally down to their normal level instead of being scrunched up to his ears.

The living room was dark, shadows being his only greeting. It was quite late, and the hush over the house confirmed that his sweet Estrella and his love were mostly likely asleep by now.

Good, Cedric nodded. Too many times he's had to insist that his family go to bed instead of ruin their sleep schedule awaiting his arrival. Some days were much better than others, but still.

He knew how important rest was, even if he and everyone under this roof was guilty of being a night owl to a fault.

Cedric walks with practiced silence to his daughters room, the soft glow of her enchanted star lantern illuminating the crack beneath the closed door.

Turning the knob with a deft hand, he peeks inside. The room was peaceful, and the soft breath of Estrella was the only noise within.

Cedric's mouth can't help but form a smile, an automatic response whenever he's in Estrella's presence. He tiptoes in, checking on her swiftly.

The small girl was fast asleep, hands tucked to her chest as dark curls frame her chubby cheeks.

A soft sigh of amusement passes the sorcerer's lips, as he bends down to kiss the child on her forehead.

"Buenos noches, mi Estrella. Sueña con los angelitos." He whispered lovingly, petting her hair for a moment before he swiftly exited.

Cedric crosses the hall, his shared bedroom with Elisa pulling him towards it like an invisible rope around his waist.

He knocks, softly, their nonverbal greeting.

Elisa had long since heard her husband return home, but for the first time in a long time, she doesn't have the strength to get up from her place at the windowsill.

She trembles, feeling the draft through the cracks between the caulking. She'll have to remind Cedric about fixing it later.

But not now. Now, as the woman lays her throbbing temple on the cold glass, Elisa just wishes for rest to come.

Cedric walks into the room, halfway shrugging off his heavy silk robe. He almost missed the silhouette of his love, but it was like his body already knew where to look when his eyes rested on her.

Two different shades of brown irises collided- one as dark, deep, all consuming as the night sky, yet glittered with the brilliance of the stars held within it.

The other- soft, sweet, the color like a caramel candy that melts perfectly on your tongue, or like the dappled rays of light that shine through the perfect autumn leaf.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, letting the silence hold them in an unspoken pact; as if Cedric and Elisa had said "let's just be, tonight."

Cedric takes off his robe, hanging it besides the hook on the door. Dutifully unbuttoning his vest, sighing in the way Elisa knows means the day was long.

She purses her lips, raising her head and glancing over to her husband.

You should do something- not be sulking here by the window. Elisa chastised herself, limbs creaking as she shifted off the ledge towards the lanky sorcerer, his hands already undoing the last button.

Cedric doesn't notice, not immediately- he tends to hyperfocus on things. But Elisa always had a way of bringing him back from the clouds that fog his mind.

He felt her small hands touch his back gently, and he turns towards her.

"Good evening, mi corazon." He whispers, tensing his shoulders as he is about to take off his vest.

"Allow me, mi Rey." Elisa's words roll off her tongue in the way that makes Cedric's heart flutter every time without fail. Of course, he doesn't protest as he feels her gentle hands remove his vest with a loving touch, that could only be described as reverence.

Elisa slips off the bright magenta fabric, her eyes tracing the subtle curves and slopes of his shoulders that cling to the forest green button up beneath the vest.

All Cedric notices is the dark circles underneath his wife's eyes, catching in the shadows of their room. He thumbs the dark half moons, frowning.

Elisa nimbly avoids his gaze, already knowing what Cedric would say.

"You look exhausted..." He murmured, his tone slightly prodding Elisa to speak. He holds his breath, already knowing it won't be easy to get her to crack.

"It was a busy day-... But I'll be okay tomorrow!" Elisa starts, smiling, but the light doesn't reach her eyes. Her smile falters, and her fingers nervously fiddle with cedric's dress collar.

Cedric's frown deepens, which makes Elisa's heartbeat quicken. Did she say something wrong? Was Don Cedric mad at her? Why wasn't he saying anything-

"...But you're not okay now- which is what matters to me, dear." Cedric replies in a soft, yet concerned tone of voice. His fingers brush through the waves and curls on Elisa's head, feeling restless and nervous himself.

How had he not noticed this until now? Was Elisa ever going to say something if this went unchecked? Did she even realize she was this tired? Cedric felt his heart pick up speed with each question that popped in his head, guilt singing through his veins.

"I... I'm-..." Elisa stutters, unsure of what to say. Her eyes flick up towards Cedric again, seeing the worry lines etched into his skin.

Elisa's heart sank.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be- I should've noticed sooner."

"I... I should've too... I guess, I just run around so much, I don't even have time to notice I'm tired." She laughs, but it's hallow sounding and they both know it. She cringed, choosing to look away and back to the windowsill where she waited for the sorcerer to return home. Her eyes scanned the sky, looking for a moon she knew wasn't there.

It was the new moon tonight- the one day a month that even the moon gets to have rest. She envied it- to have a day just for her is a luxury she can't seem to afford much these days.

Cedric follows her gaze, noticing it was a moonless night tonight as well. His caramel brown eyes drift away from the window, back to Elisa. The starlight was more than enough to illuminate the soft curve of her cheeks, the rich dark line of her eyelashes, and the lovely hue of her skin. He sighs silently, admiring her beauty for a moment.

The sorcerer can't help but plant a soft kiss on her cheek, smiling to himself as he felt his own cheeks tingle from blush.

This pulls Elisa from her stupor, a soft noise coming from her throat in surprise. Feeling flustered, from the kiss and from being caught in the middle of zoning out, she rushes to change the subject.

"T-the moon is gone tonight..." The short woman trails off, stepping away from Cedric to sit back down on the plush window seat from the bay window.

Cedric chuckles as his wife's bashfulness, joining her on the opposite side of the window seat, propping a leg up as he rests his arm on his knee.

"She will return, like always; even the moon has to rest to recover her light." Cedric chuckles dryly, eyeing Elisa with a knowing smile.

Elisa huffs in amusement, looking down. She knew Cedric wasn't really talking about the moon- he was referring to her.

"Maybe."

She relented, scooting into her husband's lap; Cedric extends his hip out, giving her room to get comfortable. Elisa fits into Cedric's lean frame like a puzzle piece, her soft body sinking against his chest. Cedric hums lowly, enjoying the soothing pressure her body weight provided him- his heart rate slowly down to a steady rhythm.

Elisa sighs in contentment, as Cedric snaked his arms around her waist, enveloping her completely. Her tense and achy muscles always seemed to melt under his touch, and her hand gently rests on top of his, her thumb tracing along his knuckles.

"...What about the people who rely on the moon? Don't they need her light, too?"

Elisa asks, barely above a whisper.

Cedric looks up at the twinkling stars above them, his heart aching for Elisa.

When will she see that keeping her light for herself is included in that equation? Cedric ponders up at the sky with a pained sigh, his free hand tracing light circles on her arm as he thinks.

"That's why the moon has the sun, darling. To be there when she cannot be- just like she supports him. That's what they do, mi amor. They look out for each other... Yeah?"

Cedric asks, his voice soft and his true accent leaning heavy in his words. Except it wasn't in anger like usual, it was a moment of vulnerability and affection.

Usually, such a sweet moment would ease Elisa's heart, but tonight it felt like a storm of negative thoughts and emotions- with her in the eye of it, completely lost and alone. She doesn't answer Cedric, not for a while. She fidgets restlessly in Cedric's embrace, a tight line on her mouth as her insides twist themselves into knots.

"What if the sun doesn't really need the moon? ...If she disappeared, would anyone notice?"

"Of course they would." Cedric answers back bravely, pulling her tightly to his chest. Elisa hears the sorcerer's heartbeat, strong and sure and confident in its drumming. It felt like her anchor in the swell of emotions within her, as tears threatened to fall.

"There's a reason the sun sets everyday- it's because it's the only way he can see his lovely moon illuminate the sky."

Cedric proclaimed, love and adoration dripping from every word like honey. He kissed Elisa's shoulder, and the woman can only bury her face deeper into him even though she knew he could feel her tears sinking into his clothes.

"If she were gone... He would disappear too. And never return until he finds her again." Cedric speaks with a steady, low voice, his lips tickling the skin of her shoulder as he nuzzles her, holding her protectively to him.

The storm within her seemed to quell at the moment, as if the reassurance was the beacon guiding her out of the maelstrom of doubt and fear that would usually send her spiralling into a deep abyss. She inhales a shaky breath, trying in vain to swat the tears away.

"...Really?" She asks, feeling a little self conscious for asking for even more reassurance even when Cedric was already giving her so much. But it was compulsive, and she waited for Cedrics answer with bated breath every time.

"Yes, really." Cedric nods, kissing the crown of her head sweetly as he squeezed her in comfort.

"I need you, Elisa. Always- taking a break doesn't mean I'll disappear; and you won't either, my dear." The sorcerer offers her a genuine smile, his caramel eyes softening more as he brushed away her tears.

Elisa was speechless by this point, and all she could do was nod until her voice returns to her again. How did she ever get so lucky, no- so blessed by the gods to have such a caring person enter her life? Who understands her in ways no one else will? How could words ever express the full gratitude and love she has for her king, mi Rey?

Even as her words failed her, she showed her appreciation in the ways she knew she always could; she snuggled close to her husband, her hands gently gliding along his sides as she mumbled sweet nothing's in her native tongue.

Cedric smiles, looking up at the stars and the moonless night.

It seems I've found the moon... Not in the sky, but right here, in my arms. He thought to himself, heart squeezing tightly with love.

He looks down at Elisa.

"I love you, Elisa."

Elisa blushes, but with all the confidence in the world, replied, "I love you too, Cedric."

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evadingreallife · 1 year

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Recap prima seconda terza quarta quinta serata:

• mi sono persa la banda che suonava rip

• morandi voleva suonare pure lui sta lì con la chitarra, l'anno prossimo propongo il fanta ma per i presentatori, voglio godere del panico conseguente

• elodie decide di far svenire tutt* causa nosebleeds stile anime con quel vestito signorina miss elodie darling what are you wearing and can we have gay sex i mean have gay sex i mean expl

• qualuno grida a elodie di sposarlo dalla platea e honestly mood

• straguzzo? What are the young kids up to these days? Ama imperterrito acconsente

• colla zio meglio? colla zio bravi? colla zio carucci?

• il vestito di mara sattei è un si per me

• tananai in direttissima dal (suo?) matrimonio col completo il fiore e tutto

• ferragni in her little blue dress & gold breastplate era with gold catenaccio incluso... im confused, what's not clicking?

• giorgia casts santino di ama e finalmente tira fuori la voce e ci ricorda di essere giorgia (i just had a totally unrelated war flashback bad phrasing bad phrasing ffff). Also, she was wearing a cotta di maglia (to defend her spot in the classifica? The hordes of frothing fans? Stuff)

• coladimasplash fantastici come al solito la frase delle seychelles suona come l'assolo di javert dei les mis this is the hill im willing to die on today

• diretta ig cringe ft. ferragni con yet another body shaped dress (?)

• a gino paoli non frega di cantare he came for the tea and that's what he wants to spill all over the stage LET THE MAN TALK AMA

• raga che dire, rosa chemical came here to slay e ci è riuscito. Not female presenting pierced nipples di fuori per il fanta, la canzone è un bop, è vestito da cameriere fetish ma who cares, siamo tutti collectively esplosi visto che

• LIMONE LIMONE SIGNORA IL LIMONEEE rosa chemical fa una lap dance a fedez in platea poi lo limona in maniera molto french live e lo rapisce portandolo sul palco a ballare, nel mentre fedez sorride e annuisce e chiara boh conta i follower da dietro le quinte i guess. Da due a tre il passo è breve e rosa ha deciso che volere è potere good for him

• achille lauro ha strappato la federa del divano dal cadavere dei potroneesofà guys e l'ha indossata per cantare wow

• ah no sono qui. Non si scappa dai poltroneesofà. Loro ti troveranno. Sempre.

• cmq achille e rosa separati uno al suzuki e l'altro all'ariston per non far scomunicare tutta la città causa orgia in diretta i guess dati i precedenti

• ciuri ribattezza achille cristina d'avena e chi può dargli torto quest'anno. Ciuri uno di noi se ci stai leggendo we love you ciuri💖

• cugini di campagna che vogliono rompere la barriera del suono con gli acuti cute e vestiti arcobbbaleno i approve

• parte cringissima della ferragni che invoca il nome dei meme invano e cerca di far entrare ama nel giro mostrandogliene due tre cringissimi di cui uno dal profilo insta di fedez pls stop. Stendiamo un velo pietoso e perdoniamo chi non sa di cosa parla

•mr rain si esibisce (con meno bambini del solito mi dicono?? Idk non so contare, were they disappeared? Did the poteri forti (amadeus) remove hostile entities (bimbi milanisti)? Thats sus)

• in questa notte di sole furore furore diventa decisamente on point per i limoni serali odierni oh how the tables turn

• a una certa ama ha fatto una diretta e uno da dietro faceva i segnali di fumo nei suoi 3 secondi di fama i stan

• levante normale direi (?)

• ornella vanoni wanders on stage. It's her time to sing. Maybe. She finishes. Delira. Says la gara mi fa morire. Amadeus le dà un mazzo di carciofi. Lei li conta e dice che alla rai sono tirchi. E i carciofi a Milano fanno schifo. I understood none of *gestures* this

• LDA embraces the glitter nel pigiamino look.

• someone walks on stage i do not know her she speaks in napoletano ama speaks in napoletano i have no idea what just happened but that dress tho 👀👀👀 respectfully🙌🏻

• ah la ferragni da un'oretta ha una collana a forma di utero? Tipo? D'oro placcato obv

• chiara ha l'ennesimo momento cringe e regala ad anna moglie di gianni la sua sciarpetta bianca patentata da meme con su scritto pensati divorziata buon matrimonio or something

• Olly in rapprensentanza formale del gesticolare compulsivo made in italy uno di noi

• addetto alle telecamere dell'ariston che deve pulirle dalla bava la saliva il rossetto il covid dopo ogni esibizione causa fantasanremo you have my thoughts my prayers and my sword

• i 31 articolano la canzone noo oerché mi tirate i pomodori faceva ridere nella mia testaa

• uhmmmm... will... ha cantato... *eyes slowly closing*

• leo alla riscossa (?), alla fine la canzone è carina e lui si fa valere. MA I BUCHI DIETRO ALLA GIACCA SONO PER I DUE CUORI?? SONO SEMPRE STATI LÌ ANCHE SE È LA PRIMA VOLTA CHE LI VEDO?? doctor who confirmed

• I used the ouija board as a JOKE why is anna oxa standing in my living room help me (ft. @sasukesexbomb). Anyways anna is sempre più sulla strada per diventare una sciamana maga magò una delle parche addetta al pianto greco ai funerali a questo punto i dont even know anymore

• OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD L'ULTIMO L'ULTIMO THIS IS ENDING I CANT BELIEVE IT anyways caruccia la canzone di sethu dai

• c c c c c lassifica del ca

• my worst nightmare: sanremo che ricomincia daccapo all'una e mezza di notte- ah no solo i top 5 in classifica

• che btw sono ultimo tananai mengoni lazza e mr rain

• obv io sono imparziale MA [REDACTED] NO DAI SU NON SI PUÒ SENTIRE *viene assassinata nel sonno dalle fan*

• 😴😴😴

• i bimbi di mr rain stanno a nanna PERCHÉ NOI DOVREMMO STARE QUI A VEDERE SANREMO ANCORA??? EH???

• no ma serio ama con la lettera di zelensky alle ore 2:13 di sabato sera? Uhhh guarda che stiamo tutti dormendo o quasi. Try again in prima serata next time.

• band ucraina? Ok. Magari coi sottotitoli era più d'impatto eh. Per dire. Un suggerimento. Visto che era, sai, in ucraino.

• una gioia BEN DUE GIOIE per i coladimasplash daje ve le meritate

• ULTIMO QUARTOO

• *gasps* mengoni primoo wow so unexpected much surprise

• no vabbe scherzi apparte sono ok con la classifica

• gianni che scopa un'ultima volta sul palco pun fully intended daje

Thank god siamo alla fine. Alright gays guys it's been real it's been fun it's been real fun ora tutti a ninne e ci si vede all'esc e/o l'anno prossimo direttamente. Notte a tutti ✨✨✨

#sanremo #sanremo 2023 #ps feel free di darmi fastidio quanto volete in chat or whatever ormai siamo tutti sulla stessa barca #reduci da questo eterno purgatorio musicale che ci ha tenuti in ostaggio tutta la settimana #my askbox is open my dms tok etc etc non mordo lalala #recap quinta serata sanremo 2023 #*too

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the-jester-doc · 5 months

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The character with the most slutty outfits is a tie between Avis and fursona apples

And the only reason a character you never heard of is tied with Avis is because he went on a adventure with a friend of ours that ended in prime becoming a furry

(I tagged em and everything)

I genuinely don’t know who my sluttiest oc is. @threeleggedskiddo help me please is it star!bleu???? Hunter!cupid???? NORMAL Cupid???? Arc?????? Star!Mayatime????? Does brain count in this or can I not count her as mine on a technicality (get it same mind?) is it Jordan???? Is it Jordan when he’s dressed as Mary???? Is it fucking bubblegum!Gfuel???? Is it that poll dancer Elsa dude we designed the other day (proven I think)?????? Also I know you don’t know them well but it could totally also be Iro. Or even villain!Iro. Is it Wally???? I doubt it but I’m putting him on the contestants list for the sheer amount of bitches he somehow gets. Is it pineapple!fanta???? Is it Cheeto in his college days???? (Speaking of which we should design Feather and Allie’s mom cause I want to draw shit about the parent in their college days (excluding Ray and Kylie since we know about that bs)) IS IT JOSH’S MOM— [[GUNSHOT]]

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thegoldenappleofdiscord · 10 months

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caught in the river of tears that i cried

chapter two summary: will suffers more ft. family bonding.

chapter two on ao3!!

beta read by the lovely @nellhargreeves! they were extremely patient throughout the entire month i spent writing (and rewriting) this chapter and did a wonderful job <3

ii. lying loud (through it all)

Summers were Will’s favorite.

He sat on the kitchen table, legs dangling off the edge. Heat baked his freckled arms, despite the tank top and shorts he wore. His feet were bare, swinging to the crooked drone of cicadas outside. The window was cranked open, and occasionally, a sweet breeze would ripple through the dry apartment. Will wasn’t sure if the air conditioning was working, or if the day was too hot to be subdued. Either way, he reveled in it, stark eyes gazing up at the sun through the folded shutters.

Don’t you look at the sun too long, William, his third grade teacher would have chastised. You’ll go blind.

He couldn’t help it. He was drawn to its light, the way its rays stretched out like the beginnings of an embrace. No matter how long he stared, his eyes never burnt up. They grew larger, brighter, drinking up the sun’s endless generosity. In summertime, his school friends shriveled up like raisins and smelt about the same; they ached after just moments of kicking a ball back and forth on the torrid wayside. Will could sit, soaking in that same ache, for hours. It felt as natural as anything else.

“I come bearing gifts,” his mother sang. No heat could sap her of her voice, and it carried like the wind. She emerged from the kitchen, balancing a tray of one of their favorites - sliced oranges; though the citrus flesh was already beginning to dry in the day's feverish warmth. In her other hand, she held an ice-cold mug, one of her infamous homemade popsicles already frozen within.

Will pulled the popsicle out of the mug and bit straight into it. “I can eat mine faster,” he challenged.

“And get a brain freeze before me?” She licked her own – frozen orange Fanta. “You’re on.”

They took large, numbing mouthfuls of their popsicles. Will stopped halfway, cradling his teeth, which felt like they were being bashed in with a hammer. “Ow.”

“Give up?” Naomi teased.

“Never.” But he couldn’t bring himself to take another bite. “Okay, nevermind. You win.”

“Ha!” She cheered. “You’ll never beat me.”

“One day,” he grumbled. “It’s not fair. How do you do it?”

She winked. “Magic.”

“Mama.”

Naomi laughed, joining him on the table. It creaked in protest, and Will was sure one of these days it would break in two. They’d probably laugh about that, too, when it came to be.

For now, they sat in the eye of the sun, peeling oranges and waiting for the day to end.

Will knew it was all a dream, because he was home for the first time in weeks, and it wasn’t summer anymore.

When he awoke, he would be in one of the Hermes bunks, sheets dragged over his head. He would search for the coin he’d left under his pillow, pocket it, and stare at the bed above him until one of his cabinmates told him it was his turn to use the restroom. He would look in the mirror, at his new orange shirt and the leather necklace around his neck, void of the colorful beads the rest of the campers shared, and feel as lost as he’d always felt – except this time, he didn’t have his mother around to make him forget.

Until then, he would sit on the kitchen table, basking in the memory as long as he could.

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