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#but when the summertime blues gets in the way it's hard to pretend it's not there
1-800-iluvhockey · 2 years
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Insta edit of Luke dating Trevor’s younger sister and everyone is freaking out cause they’re finally together?!!!
here ya go!!! <333
tried some new templates for insta edits and idk if I like it yet!!
(this is set like post draft day (august 2021) & into the beginning of freshman year for them aka like september 2022 )
(all pictures are not mine and the storyline is fiction!!)
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y/nzegras
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y/nzegras - thank you for the tickets @njdevils !! & the invite from @lhughes_06 !!! (he also hates taking pictures with me so this is all I got lol)
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trevorzegras - better be no funny business from either one of you….. but I hope you had fun!! 🤪
jackhughes86 - so this is what dukes did after media day?
↳ lhughes_06 - bro you were with me when they gave me the tickets and I said “y/n always wanted to go to a yankees game. I’m so taking her! let me call her—“
njdevils - glad you two enjoyed it!! 🤩
↳ y/nzegras - seriously a dream come true!! (also thank you for drafting lukey) @njdevils
njdevils - No.4 😎😎 ^^
lhughes_06 - yeah sorry that I hate taking pictures, but the game was fun with you (and the ice cream)
↳ y/nzegras - our ice cream runs >
quinnhughes_ - oooooh a yankees game ⚾️
_alexturcotte - @lhughes_06 you better text me like right. now.
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y/nzegras - alexa play can’t take my eyes off of you by frankie valli <3
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lhughes_06 - I love you baby & if it’s quite alright I need you baby……
↳ y/nzegras - I love you L <33
elblue06 - awe!! you two !!! 🥰🥰
jackhughes86 - OH MY GOD
_alexturcotte - as much as I love the fact Luke fulfilled his dream……. he is going to be killed soon LMAO
jamie.drysdale - oh trev is about to rage!! but you two are very cute 🤠
anaheimducks - lil zegras & lil hughes together!!!
↳ njdevils - I KNOW !!
quinnhughes_ - WHAT LUKE ARE U CRAZY
trevorzegras - YOU ARE BOTH SO DEAD
trevorzegras - PICK UP YOUR PHONES
lhughes_06 - well, it was nice knowing you all👋🏻
↳ y/nzegras - dramatic much, you two?
↳ brendanbrisson - no dramatics about it when you two have been pulling a romeo & juliet this whole time
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lhughes_06 - kiss me hard before you go, summertime sadness……. (I just want to take her back to michigan with me… but I have to leave her in NYC)
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y/nzegras - YOU JUST QUOTED LDR
↳ lhughes_06 - someone may have taught me some things in this past year :-)
jackhughes86 - YEAR ?!
_alexturcotte - YEAR🤨🤨
y/nzegras - yes, year 😃 (can you read?)
↳ lhughes_06 - LOL ^
trevorzegras - I’m so— CMON ARE U KIDDING ME?
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y/nzegras - pretended to go to Umich, hung out with my old (but true) besties & surprised my boy !! (like look at him, my not so little superstar🤩)
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calliemcknight - umich blue and gold suits you!!!! 😋
hadleyjane8 - please don’t go back to school in nyc
blair_kingsley - the brunette to our bleach blonde squad 😌
y/nzegras - I love you guys but I worked my ass off to get into columbia <33
lhughes_06 - MY BEAUTIFUL NYC GIRL <333 thank you for surprising me babes (glad I could score a few goals for you this weekend)
↳ y/nzegras - I love you & I’m so glad that I finally got to see you play ncaa (in person) 🥰
jackhughes86 - forgot you went to columbia and I can’t believe you flew all the way there (by yourself)
trevorzegras - YOU’RE SKIPPING SCHOOL FOR THIS?!
↳ y/nzegras - we are on a fall break T GEEZ….. and yes @jackhughes86 I hated flying alone but I love your brother too much to not fly to him
lhughes_06 - sheeeee looooovesssss meeeeeee❤️❤️
trevorzegras - u r pushing it little hughesy….. hurt my sister and ur dead
↳ jamie.drysdale - oh the dramatics again
brendan.brisson - MADE FOR AA BABY!!
thombordeleau - bestie y/n/n came back to ussssss !!!
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lhughes_06 - my world in human form. <33 forever grateful that she walked into my life!! she surprised me this weekend at my games and I couldn’t be more happier! don’t want to see her go back to columbia, but it’s where she belongs! #mynycgirl
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silvertsundere · 5 days
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Silver Talks AniManga (24/03/24)
like I said last week lotsa stuff ending this one so lots of yappin this time around, also a new series but summertime render's author which was p nice
also tons of s2 announcements right away which is wild to see
green - new series/new to me blue - finale/completed
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Chained Soldier Ep12 (Finale)
well that certainly was something huh like I said in ep 1 I've known about the manga for years and years and have wanted to read it but just never got around to it, I would've been a lot better off if I did tho the anime did just the bare minimum. the animation wasn't ever anywhere near impressive and the art always looked weird like there was some weird filter over it for some reason. the voice cast slapped tho and the music wasn't half bad either but there's no reason to watch the anime when the manga exists, not just cause the art is way better but especially because they didn't announce or even tease a s2 so it's a safe bet that only with the bare bones animation this was just a quick way to promote the manga and not an attempt to make an adaptation. it's a shame but oh well, I've seen much worse and the great seiyuu line up made it pretty enjoyable despite the lack of any good action will certainly be reading the manga in the future so they succeeded in their goal, tho I was already gonna do it before the anime even existed so did they really 🤔
EDIT: the day after I wrote this they released a little teaser announcing s2 will be coming eventually™ so fuck me I guess
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Sasaki and Peeps Ep12 (Finale)
the finale just ends like any regular episode would end??? HUH I guess that means s2 confirmed? but it's still very very weird but anyway, I liked it, it was a fresh take on isekai and it reminded me a lot of maoyuu with all it's economical and political talk (this is a good thing). otherwise it wasn't that impressive, animation and art were alright, tho a lot better than some stuff I saw this season (like chained or rings) and the music despite not that memorable was pretty enjoyable. one of the best parts was the sugita yuuki duo for the main characters for sure. I first watched this on a whim cause of a clip I saw of the voice yuuki uses in this and that one hilarious post about the credits of the first episode but it was worth it
EDIT: today (sunday) the s2 got announced which wasn't that surprising considering the first thing I said here but still
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Undead Unluck Ep24 (Finale)
a great adaptation through and through, it certainly got the love it deserves. the shaft staff coming in and sprinkling that recognizable style through the show was very unexpected, but it fit UU surprisingly well and it also served to give it a different vibe from the manga. the only weird choice was cutting out the mob characters from a billion scenes. also some scenes just didn't hit as hard as in the manga like the fist bump from this episode, that I've been looking forward to since ep 1 but it was still pretty good looking forward to future seasons (LOVE spring arc so please) so I just hope they keep the same studio/staff and don't pull a OPM and ruin future seasons
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Frieren Ep28 (Finale)
you think this is the one I'd talk about the most but funnily enough it won't be. don't really got much to say about it because just one word is enough to describe it: perfect easily AOTY for last year and also one of the best of all time and that's not even exaggeration or recency bias it really is THAT good it's crazy that this is just the director's second time directing, with the first being bocchi. really bright future ahead of him and someone to keep an eye on in the future I only hope that we get a proper S2 and not a movie like studios seem so keen on doing recently
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Tales of Wedding Rings Ep12 (Finale)
honestly not much to say about this, cause all I said about chained soldier is directly appliable for this as well so just read that again and pretend I'm talking about this lol TL;DR: you're better off reading the manga really shocked it got a s2 announced right away like the other but I guess that's what you can do when you keep production values this low
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Blue Exorcist: Izumo Arc Ep12 (Finale)
it's a shame how the adaptation is, s1 was really good, s2 dipped a bit but was still good but this one was p weak. it just coasted along and didn't take any risks. not a crumb of sakuga in all 12 of these episodes, but at least it looked a lot better than some of those shows I talked about above at a baseline also they already announced another season is coming, without waiting 6 years this time, with more news coming out for it tomorrow so we'll see how that goes. tho considering it'll prob be the same level of quality as this one, there's really no reason to get your hopes up. I'm looking forward to catching up with the manga in the near future tho, last time I read I was in vol 18 so got a decent bit to go through
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Dungeon Meshi Ep12
yknow considering the amount of times I've seen that one panel of barefoot marcille starting the ressurection spell and how people talk about it, I thought the scene would be a lot darker and intense but it wasn't. good episode tho, lots of cute moments not just of farcille but also with the siblings. the cliffhanger was really good too, would've been a great end cour one tho the show isn't even taking a break but anyway, looking forward to hearing hayamin be a part of the main cast 🙏
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Manga
Ghost Fixers Ch1
this is a new series by the summertime render, which I haven't either read nor watched but have heard many things about, so I was thought I should give it a shot and hey that was p good, went in completely blind without knowing anything about it and I enjoyed it quite a bit. the art is not as good as the colour page but it wasn't bad by any means and there was a lot of shots with cool composition and neat panel ideas it also did a good job of setting up the universe and teasing how things work without explaining too much yet. the characters and their banter were pretty fun too. I'll be looking forward to this 👍 tho I do gotta go back to summertime some day for sure
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Blue Box Ch142
GREAT chapter, but it was also great cause of the whole build up of the match in the last few chaps. I already knew this was gonna be the outcome since chinatsu lost and haryu is a third year and the third year losing to their protegee and "passing on the torch" is the trope still miura did a great job keeping it tense and making you want to root for both players, she's a great author
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jude-thedude98 · 9 months
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Since you disowned me
I want you to know that I'm gonna flip it -
I never owned you
Right
Flight.
From the fight.
A liar in shining armor of a night.
Right?
Left me in the middle of knight.
That's why I had to improve by improv the rest of my life - think on the fly.
Cause manyscripted.
A robotic emotion just three little words spittin'.
How could I love you?
Look at you.
You were the whole package.
Blonde surfer wavy hair
Skateboard skills
Blue eyes
Soccer boy
And you were white.
Then you grew up black.
Wherein a hood
Saying you down to ride.
But I tried to tell you be careful
Wolves hide in grandma's clothes m, right?
That lesson I learned in a hard night.
Titanic stretches rips the transgression.
Transmission I had to admittance.
So my whole game is to switch it up.
Born a boy
Now I'm a girl.
Flirting with two spirits.
Gender exploring.
Having fun cuz lame niggas is boring.
The world is my oyster
So damn right I'm gonna tour it.
Floor it like Maybach
I'm going air Jordan on the jump line
I come from way back
But this shit is easy
A free throw line
I need the rock back
If you smell what I'm cookin
Then you wouldn't talk that
Smack that
Eminem and Skittlez
Too lost in a world of melting in your handles.
Turn off the lights and blow out the candles.
I'm Moses walking these directs in sandals.
Man how does he do it when he's on the road like cannibals
I give more lectures than hannibal
Yall ain't ready for this kid ink shit
I'm spitting granimals
Niggas wanna change well I'm the animor0hs
Niggas wait around for the flame when I take the torch
This is not s relay race
If it was I'm passing it back to myself
I goes on my own pace
Teach lines
To the outlinez
World to steady coloring inside
I tell em color outside the lines
Inkcorporated
If you ain't wit it
You ain't gotta hate it
Just now we on the scene like a masturbation
We cummin'
So like a candy switch
I'll see you now and later
My haters I love you
You the ones that keep the gators aidin
This heart pumps myself
Muse says bitch get outta the way
I'm a lil ludicrous so forgive me if these bars are a fiasco
I lupe that shit
Another line for the foolish fish
Trying to swim upstream but ain't got the moxy to do that shit
Yall know what it is
I do this shit
We got a fireman and a snowman in the game
When I come in it'd likebtwobtornadoes hit
Touchdown
Lose your breath
Shit
What the fuck did I do to deserve this shift
Two twister boards on the floor
We family game knightin this shit
Switch to a will smith
Back when we chillin in Miami wit
Them Boyz in Black
Yall know the BlackOutBitch
Way weigh wait
Summertime shift
Like I dos this
Two works overnights shift
That overtime shit
Like my brain always on graveyard shit
I'm talking to deceased cuz the alive ones are too dead for this shit
Everyone tryna be supernatural
When. All. You. Gotta. Do. Is.
Be your super self naturally.
Like who's on first.
I don't knows on second. Costello and abbott
I can switch lines cuz I been hit wit different lines.
Well here's a one liner
Your nut must be so good because all the forest life are trying to bark up your tree
I hit em wit tha uh
That's cuz they know my lifestyles evergreen
And when you wit me you'll surely see
The D
Like damn I thought this dude was cocky
Now I can see why
It's cuz his cock meat
I ground beef
No need to pound beets.
If you ain't around the heat.
I can get cool as a Dolphin and as killer as Whale deep
Sheep skinnin it
Chestshire cat grinnin it.
I always play on kayfabe mode - sitting and pretending in
That don't mean I'm fake.
Watch your clocks
Tik toks of what you saying kid.
That mean my life so fucked up
I'm always envisioning.
Cuz ima Disney plus a nickelodeon
The dream works
All you gotta do is put a quarter in
Told yall long time ago
Life is like a vending machine
Press a button to see what gleam
See ima g ima always feed
Check the leam rearrange the four letter anagram
And see what I mean.
FooDBarz by Mr. PoetAll
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glamourizedcocaine · 3 years
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Where is the cursed blog? I'm having an existential crisis. What happened to it?
The cursed blog is exactly where I left it lmao I just don't post anymore because it was very time consuming and I couldn't focus on anything else anymore so I had to take a step back. It's not over though, it'll be back
#witchy's ask booth#I was planning to have it active again like a month ago actually but y'know things never go and planned#I was like 'I wanna finish this fanfic I know I can do it I know I can get it posted at the end of july'#WELL LOOK AT US HUH#like jesus christ is it still even worth it. I hate that I have to ask myself that#yes. yes it IS worth it I like that story and I love the cursed blog#but when the summertime blues gets in the way it's hard to pretend it's not there#and let me complain for a second. just today the temperatures are like 37 degrees and I have no air conditioning. I can barely breathe#the fan does nothing except giving me a cold in the middle of fuckin July#and if the heat wasn't enough what really kills you where I live is the dampness in the air. everything is so sticky#you can barely breathe and you get angry w everyone bc of that bc it's SO frustrating#I can't even stand up for fuck's sake everytime I risk to just. have a pressure drop and end up face down on the floor#so yeah excuse me if I can't really do anything productive the environment where I live has decided to attack me personally#today should be the last day of the heatwave so hopefully tomorrow is gonna rain down the armageddon as it's supposed to be in mid-august#hopefully I'll get some brain cells back and idk write a goddamn paragraph of my story???#I swear that fic is like holding me hostage lmao I can't do anything else before I finish it#like this is taking the piss I just want to get over w it I long for the day I'll finally post it. it'll be so liberating#and that's what untreated adhd will get you to#anyway yeah the bastard blog will be back as soon as I'll be allowed to exist this has been a psa
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naoyas90dayfiance · 3 years
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+18 | In the summertime | Dabi x Reader
Dabi x Reader
NSFW
Warning: public sex
Word count: 3k of porn.
Summary: Dabi and you have fun at the beach, wink wink.
Author’s note: this piece is for my beautiful @aurelius-divus. This is my birthday gift for you even though I don’t know when it is. I hope you enjoy it, xoxo
Dabi turned his head at the loud "Baby!" he heard on his right; his eyes catch the enticing swing of your tennis skirt as you sped up to his side. A pleased grin showed on his face; he enjoyed how your hair swayed around and played with your body.
"You took your time," he said when you finally reached him. You greeted him with a kiss on his lips and noticed he had a folded sunshade with him; his free hand instantly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you towards his body.
"I had some issues getting here. It's not easy to find the way, you know?" You said near his face. He still hadn't let you go.
"It's a cool place. You'll like it." His hand took yours and softly pushed your knuckles to his lips; he let it go and snaked his hand behind you and lifted the side of your skirt. You felt how his staples caressed the side of your leg and how he cupped your butt with his palm. He squished you hard. A soft moan came out from your mouth.
"Let's go," he put his hand away and started to walk to the beach. Your flushed face caught up with him pretty quickly.
You got to his right side, he glanced at you and placed his hand on your right hip, first playing with the fabric of your clothing with his thumb, but soon you felt how he was traveling underneath your skirt. His fingers began tracing once again the outline of your bum, feeling how your skin reacted to his rough touch. It felt like he was teasing himself with your body.
His hand played with the band of your bikini, moving his fingers from your right butt cheek to the left one. Suddenly, the wind caressed your most intimate area as he slipped out the bikini bottom of your legs. You stood still in shock, winded eyes looked at your boyfriend's features in search of an answer, but you only found him smirking and pocketing your swimwear. You managed to see how the now-dark-brown edges of the polyester fabric were affected by his touch.
"Don't look at me like that. Come here," Dabi roughly pulled you to his side, his hand returning your naked bum. The people in a nearby restaurant could perfectly see his playful touches, but they were too far to be able to say something witty.
You stiffed your body against Dabi; your mind was still processing the event. You turned your head to face your boyfriend and asked him why he did it. He answered with a loud smack on your butt.
"I want to see you naked at the beach," Dabi bit your bottom lip, and his tongue caressed the hurting skin. Then, his rough lips gave you a loving peck. A caring glow was on his eyes when he resumed his posture, reassuring you that everything was an invitation to have some fun.
You got to the end of the boulevard and strolled down on the clear sand to make your way to the deep blue ocean. Dabi took your hand to help you with your balance. Soon enough, both of you found a spot that seemed comfortable enough to be in.
You took out of your tote bag a beach towel, and Dabi helped you set it. He took the large-sized sunshade and unfolded it, placing it securely on the sand so you could have enough privacy.
"I brought some snacks too," you said.
"We can unpack them later, I'm not hungry right now," Dabi said. He sat down and enjoyed the sneak peek of your naked crotch in front of him as your skirt lifted itself up when you leaned down to place your bag next to the beach towel.
"Do you think the water is cold?" You said removing your top, Dabi's eyes stared at your body and never moved away to glance at the ocean.
"I suppose." He removed his shirt and relaxed on his elbows. He moved his face to one side, so he could get a more detailed view of your ass while you were fidgeting with your clothes. "Are you taking off your bikini top too?"
You turned in his direction, catching his Cheshire smile that widened when you threw your t-shirt to his face. You did the same thing with your flowered bikini top; and your skirt landed on his chest. His expression was blissful when your naked figure strolled to the ocean.
Dabi almost let out a laugh when he saw you pulling back from the water. He thought that it might be too cold, but he discarded that idea as you still went in there.
His eyes locked on how your legs and your behind when you started to disappear in the blue sea. The tips of your hair played with the ocean, caressing it on the surface until you dived.
Dabi kept looking at your gorgeous figure dancing on the water, enjoying how entertained you were in the place he picked for your date. His favorite moment was when you stopped your playful time in the water, stood with your feet grounded on the sandy bottom, and turned around to face him. He saw how the droplets of water on your body made your breasts shine under the sun. He felt the blood pumping to his nether regions.
You noted his gaze on your body, and with a wave you made him realize he was staring for too long, but Dabi held his stare as he didn't want to miss out on how your pretty bum peaked out of the ocean when you tried to dive once again. He loved too much how your legs teased him when they went in and out of the water. He directed his hands to the growing outline on his shorts.
You swam back to the surface and noticed his naughty gesture; you decided to lock eyes with him in the distance. You stood on your two feet again and showed him how your wet hair caressed your body and framed your figure, especially your breasts. Your hands seductively went from your hips to your breasts, feeling both of them with light squeezes. As a final teasing gesture, you slapped your mounts, getting them to dance under your touch. Both of you smirked at your shenanigans, and you went back to the water to swim a little bit more as your boyfriend kept palming his hot erection.
Not too long afterward, you walked out of the water. Dabi's eyes darted to your vulva, enjoying how your pussy lips shined like the rest of your body. He felt his cock twitch under his touch as he played with his wet tip.
Strolling your way to Dabi, you could appreciate your boyfriend's hard cock straining against his shorts. He welcomed you with a smile, and you asked him to make some space for you to sit next to him. However, he had a better idea and pointed at his crotch.
Following his dirty plan, you placed your delicious wet bum on top of his cock. You felt the result of your teasing against your skin, a hard dick twitching under you. Your insides clenched at the sensation.
Dabi, still resting on his elbows, guided one of his hands to your body. First touching your pretty cheek, then your neck, and he made his way to your breast, which he slapped lightly, mimicking what you had done earlier. Your bouncing tit made him twitch harder under you, making you squish your insides as he kept pulsing his boner against your bum.
Dabi's breathing became heavy as he moved his hand from your breast to your belly, appreciating your soft skin and how different it was from his own. He pushed his hand further down until he met your precious Venus mount.
His rough fingers caressed your inner thighs with an up-and-down motion; he then squished the skin when he felt a little bit of fat under his touch. The harshness of his staples made you shiver.
His fingers started to went inside your thighs, moving to your already damped sex. He caressed your slit with his middle finger, collecting your moisture. At the feeling of your wetness Dabi groaned, and his cock pulsed even harder against your ass. It was looking for some friction. You slightly parted your legs with a pleased smile on your face.
Dabi directed his finger to your clit. He felt it with up-and-down touches; then, he started to draw circles on it. Your nipples perked, and you placed your hands behind you to keep yourself on top of him, your chest popping out.
Dabi took more moisture from your pussy and used it as lube on your clit, circling it faster. He propped himself up with his supporting hand and went straight to lick and bite the fat of your tit, leaving some light marks on the skin.
He added another finger to his touches and guided his hand to your clenching entrance. He pushed his index and middle finger inside your pussy to gather more of your wetness and went back to your clit. He used both fingers to caress the sides. His mouth went to your nipple, and he sucked and bit it to keep you moaning.
The whistle of a pair of strangers passing way made you turn your head to shore. You saw a couple walking by and looking at the show. You clenched harder when you understood that you were being seen. Dabi took note of your reaction and bit your nipple harder to get a loud moan from you. The couple was giggling and they kept their way along the shore.
A few minutes after, a group of friends now got near you. Dabi pushed the fingers he was using to tease you inside you, his thumb working on your clit. He took a fast pace that had you parting your legs until you showed the upcoming group how your boyfriend was working inside you, pushing his finger in and out. You played with your unattended perked nipple, pinching it. Dabi's mouth was on your other tit; he kept biting your yummy skin and leaving marks of his teeth on it. Your moaning was a melody to him.
The group approached you, but this time they were trying to pretend they hadn't seen the pornographic show in front of them and walked by as quickly as possible.
Dabi lifted his face from your boob to stare at your pleasured face as he harshly circled your clit with his thumb and pumped you with his fingers. Suddenly, he took his hand out of your legs, leaving you clenching on yourself. You looked at him, whining and demanding for an answer on why he stopped, but you were met at the sight of your boyfriend cleaning his fingers with his tongue; he licked his palm and the back of his hand until there were no traces of your wetness left. He then got closed to you and gave you soft pecks on your lips.
"What if you put your ass in the air?" Lust was clouding his eyes as he requested you to get on all fours.
You complied with his request; both of you shifted on top of the beach towel until he was kneeling behind you and your pussy was feeling the cool air of the day. You supported yourself on your forearms, giving him a beautiful look at your swollen pussy.
The warmth of his naked and hard cock was a strong contrast when he pressed it against your slit, coating his tip with your arousal and feeling how your pussy's lips welcomed his cock between your legs. After some empty thrusts on your vulva, Dabi aligned himself with your entrance and pushed himself in slowly; when his head was in, he pulled back, leaving you empty; then, he pushed himself back in a few times. He adored how your pussy stretched out for his red and hot mushroom head.
Dabi pushed himself in you one more time, sticking his pulsing cock's length inside your clamping pussy. He took you by the hips and rocked himself back and forth; the inches of your pussy caressed all of his ridges, stroking his dick. A few soft moans came out of your mouth as you arched your back further, giving Dabi a better angle to stick himself inside you.
Dabi's sack swung faster when his pace became rougher, his fingers now digging themselves into your skin. His cock pushed and massaged your insides; it mixed your arousal with his, to then take the juices out with his mushroom head. Your warm fluids turned cold when they slid down the back of your legs.
The sensations made you moan louder to the point that the waves couldn't cover your pleasure sounds. You could only grip yourself to the towel beneath you and look into the calm landscape as Dabi's thighs slapped against the back of yours.
Each of his thrusts pushed the air out of your lunges. It came out of your lips as a seductive "Ah". On the other hand, Dabi's grunts were erratic like his breathing. It was shallow, and his repetitive gasps came out of his parted lips when he dug his swollen cock in you.
You felt his nails bruising your skin when he pounded into you. He crouched over your figure, and his drops of sweat fell on your back and turned cold on your skin. He kept pushing the hungry head of his cock deep inside your puffy walls. Dabi loved how you swallowed him good with your velvety pussy.
Dabi straightened himself up, his gaze fixed on how your ass moved against his rough thrusts. He pulled a hand away from your hips and made it land hard on your ass cheek. You let out an audible moan of surprise, that shortly was followed by ones of pleasure when you felt your boyfriend pushing his cock down your pussy and his hand smacking repeatedly your butt.
Tears were forming in your eyes, but they didn't drop because he stopped altogether. You turned your head around and saw him meeting your ass with his face.
Dabi got near your unmarked butt cheek and dug his teeth on the skin, almost chewing it; he then kissed the bruised skin tenderly.
He moved again to almost the top of your behind and bit your skin harshly. After that, he used his lips and tongue to caress the love mark. Lastly, he went near your folds and playfully bit the skin until his mark was tattooed in them; he kissed the skin once again.
Dabi noticed how your hole was clenching, calling him to finish what he started. But before doing what was asked, he stuck his tongue out and circled your entrance, licking the mix of both of your juices oozing out of your pussy. He pushed his tongue inside; you felt the thick muscle caressing the first inch of your cooch. Dabi took his tongue out and then resumed his position behind you; he pushed his cock again inside you.
His hands were on the side of your face, his body on top of you; with the new position, he gained momentum to pull out and push in repeatedly, gaining loud whimpers from you. Your pussy kept clenching continuously on his shaft, and his head was dropping more precum inside you.
From your peripheral view, you could see how a man was getting near you, but when he realized the scene performing in front of his eyes, he turned around quickly. You kept moaning shamelessly, and Dabi pushed with more strength until your abdomen started to contract. Your pussy's walls pressed against him, milking him.
He propped himself up again and took you by your damp locks, pulling your hair towards him and causing a delicious pain that made you clenched violently around him. Dabi let out a loud moan and kept thrusting until your pulsing orgasm washed over you like a wave. Not soon after, his cock pulsed inside you and shot his cum in you, you felt how his hot seed filled you up, but he didn't stop thrusting, enjoying himself inside your pussy.
After you emptied his balls, he pushed back and opened your butt cheeks to see how his cum was dripping out of your hole. He took some of it on his fingers and tasted both of your orgasms.
Dabi sat behind you and caressed your backside as you were trying to get your breath back. He guided his hands along your curves even when you propped yourself up o and placed your body against his chest.
You looked up to him, and he kissed your forehead, praising you for the great time you had together.
"Wanna clean yourself in the water?"
"I can't walk right now," you said. A playful smile was on his face. You saw how he put his trunks back, and then he placed his arms behind your back and under your legs.
He took you in his arms and walked with you in them to the sea. You hugged his neck.
When the water covered his hips, he placed you down, making you float on the sea. The sudden coolness of the water made you shiver, and he reassuringly squeezed your shoulder.
You let the water clean the mess both of you created on your legs as you pressed yourself against his chest. He embraced you back and enjoyed the heat of your pleasured body on his skin.
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ikeromantic · 3 years
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Summertime Swim
Written for @cinnamon-hoe as part of my 500 follower celebration
Arthur, Riches, Something Borrowed, and Surprise Me!
Approx. 1900 words - spicy NSFW!
It was a hot afternoon in Paris. The pavement shimmered in the heat and the air felt thick against the skin, too heavy to breathe. Arthur had shed his gentleman’s coat hours ago, and his vest soon after. His shirt was undone, and his tie hung loose at his collar.
Sweat beaded over his chest, the drops swelling until they ran down his slick belly. He couldn’t remember a day in which he wanted to be naked more than this one. Clothes, any clothes, felt unbearably heavy.
Arthur glanced at the woman beside him. She was pink-cheeked from the heat and fanning herself with her hand. He could see how damp her collar was, and imagined she was even more uncomfortable than he in all those layers of clothing.
They were on their way back to the mansion with a wrapped set of books Arthur had borrowed from one of le Comte’s friends in town, and a few items for Sebastian. The errand seemed like a good idea but now that they were halfway through, he was regretting the choice.
“I suppose we might have been cooler at the mansion. Sorry luv.” He squeezed her free hand lightly. “I didn’t realize it would get quite so hot.”
“It’s alright. It will just make us appreciate the cooler air outside the city more.” She smiled over at him.
Arthur shook his head. “Always so cheerful, aren’t you? Even when you look like you’re about to melt.” He leaned close and kissed the tip of her ear. “If you melted, I would have to eat you up.”
“Only if I melt?” She raised an eyebrow.
“I never said only!” Arthur leaned close and flicked his tongue across the skin just below her ear. He smiled at the way she shivered. “I’d eat you any time.”
She poked him. “When you say it like that, I can’t even think straight.”
“And that is half the point. The other half is seeing how much you want me.” He nipped her earlobe.
“Hey! It’s entirely too hot for you to be doing that. You’re just making it worse.” She smacked his arm and pretended to pout.
Arthur took a step back. She was right, of course, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, taste her . . . even when it was so hot they were both dripping. What he needed was a way to cool down so he could heat things up in a more pleasant way. And being his smug self, he knew exactly how to do it.
They were better than half way home, with the sweltering Paris streets behind them. In the countryside, the breeze was sweeter and a little cooler, though the fields still shimmered under the bright, afternoon sun. In the haze, just past a field of waist-high wheat, Arthur spotted his only hope. A blue ripple in the golden brown afternoon. It was a small lake, rimmed on the far side by trees.
He tugged his lover’s hand. “Come on, let’s take a little break before we walk the rest of the way.”
“What? But why? Don’t you want to -” her eyes found the lagoon and she stopped mid-sentence. “Oh! Yes, I think a little break would be great. We can splash our feet in the water and enjoy the shade.”
Arthur grinned. “Spot on. You read my mind.”
The lagoon was a perfect spot for a picnic, a rowboat trip, or an afternoon swim. And since it was outside the city, few people ever came this way to enjoy it. The two lovers walked around the water to the far side where the trees were tall and the shade was deep.
Arthur set down the bundle of books and began shrugging off his coat, vest, and shirt.
“Ah, A-arthur? You . . . I think you’ve lost your shirt?” She covered her mouth with her hand and he couldn’t tell if she was serious or just teasing.
“I’m about to lose a lot more than that,” he grinned. And undid his belt.
“Wait! But . . . I thought we’d . . . just put our feet in.” She was blushing now, and Arthur knew this sudden shyness was genuine.
He let his belt drop to the ground and slid his pants off. He was gloriously bare underneath and gods but the air felt good on the bits and pieces. Arthur nearly sighed with the sheer pleasure of the breeze. “Oh, come now, my pretty little skirt. You didn’t really think I was going to sneak you off to a secluded pond just to splash our feet in the shallows, hm?”
“But someone will see!”
“Oh yes, there are crowds hiding in the wheat,” he chuckled. Then he took a step toward her. “Don’t you want to take a swim, luv? Aren’t you achingly hot?” He ran his hand up her arm, tracing the droplets of sweat with his fingertips.
“I . . . I can get cool enough . . .”
Arthur tugged at her skirt with his other hand, pulling it up and up until the fabric rested at her hip. “Doesn’t the air feel good on your skin? Now imagine the water . . . look at it. It’s cool and blue and perfect.” He smiled as her eyelids closed and she took a long, slow breath.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he grinned. His skillful fingers found the buttons of her gown and he popped them open one after another. With each little bit of exposed skin, he found himself more and more excited. He’d seen her nude so many times before that he expected the novelty to wear off, but with her . . . it never did. Just seeing the curve of her breast, the lines of her bare shoulder - it was hard to go slow. To be patient.
“W-what if there are snakes or - or -”
Arthur laughed. “Luv, the only snake here is the trouser variety.”
“You’re so wicked,” she giggled, and peeked at him from one half-opened eye. “I can’t believe you just stripped down like that!”
“I don’t know how you can even tell, with your eyes shut. Why don’t you open them and see if you enjoy the view?”
She blushed a deep crimson, but her eyes fluttered open. They traveled from his damp brow and messy hair to his eyes, and his lip. Past his shoulders to his bare chest. A pearl of sweat trickled past his nipple to the dimple of his bellybutton. She licked her lips.
“Ah, Arthur, oh . . . you . . .” she coughed. “You -”
“Now you see what you’ve done to me, hm? Naughty girl.” He popped another button open, revealing even more of the inner curve of her breast.
“You can’t blame that on me,” she said breathily.
“I can. I do.” The last few buttons came loose. He pushed her top open. “Come on luv. Come swim with me.”
The last bit of resistance in her broke as the cool breeze sighed across her breasts. She slid her clothes to the ground.
“Mmmm, that’s the way.” He lifted her up, sweat slicked-skin to skin, and carried her into the water. The pond’s bottom was soft and he stirred the silt with each step as he walked them deep enough to be covered to the shoulder. Then he let her down.
“I hate it when you’re right,” she sighed.
Arthur laughed. “Is that so?”
“It is!” She splashed him. The water drops fell in a splatter over his face and shoulders.
He sent a little wave of water at her in revenge. In seconds they were shouting and laughing, turning the lagoon into a warzone of water weapons. It was all fun and games until Arthur went under. He swam out past her and then turned. She was watching for him to surface, but that wasn’t the plan.
Instead, he moved slowly until he was close enough to touch. And pinched her. Just a light one, enough to startle.
She let out a shriek and leapt up, half out of the water like a startled mermaid.
Arthur surfaced, laughing so hard he was almost in tears.
“That isn’t funny!”
“It is,” he grinned.
She crossed her arms. “I thought for a second that something bit me!” Her lips were set in a frown, half annoyed and half amused.
Arthur sidled close. “But luv, something did bite you . . .” He lowered his head to her neck and kissed her. His teeth grazed her skin lightly, enough to pull a sigh of longing from her lips.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, and her arms went around his shoulders. “You’re an awful tease.”
“Pot, kettle,” he muttered. With her snug against him like this, his need became a physical ache. No more play. No games. He just wanted her.
She smiled. “I never said I wasn’t . . .” She leaned down and bit his neck where at the join with his shoulder. Her little teeth were sharp for a human, but what made him gasp was the way she suckled at the bite, and licked the skin.
“Wicked,” he gasped. His wit was nowhere to be found. Gone along with all sense. He could hear the pulse of her blood. It matched his own heartbeat. Fast. Desperate.
Her smooth fingers circled his shaft under the water. Playful fingertips danced along that so-sensitive skin from root to tip and he felt - he felt as if he might burst just from that light caress. “Mmm, I guess I am . . .”
Arthur felt helpless in her grip. The water and the way she’d entwined him . . . “Is this payback,” he asked hoarsely.
“For all the times you teased me? Absolutely.” Her laugh was crystal chimes and silver bells. Sweet and saucy. “But especially for that pinch!”
She laid bare his need with her soft hands, taunted him with her lips. She used him, rubbing the head of his cock against her hard little pearl until she climaxed. And worse, slid just the tip - the tip - inside to let him feel her heat, and the shuddering pleasure he brought her.
Arthur was almost begging to be released. Every brush of her skin on his was torture, bliss, a fire in his heart and his groin. “L-luv . . . I’m . . . please . . .” He gasped as she let his shaft slide against her clit again.
She drew back and for a moment, he thought she would only tease him again but this time she sank onto him. A slow descent. The cool water replaced by her searing, tight heat.
He might have tried to draw it out, but he was savage with need. Arthur grabbed her hips and plunged deep into her, again and again. It was heaven. The silken slide of their flesh, the gasps and sighs and shivered cries, the way her nails dug into the skin on his back.
Arthur felt himself almost peak. He lowered his head to her neck and bit. The sound she made pushed him over the edge, and he knew he’d brought her there too - again. He came hard, with the sweet-copper taste of her on his lips. He would give all the riches in the world to stretch this moment into forever. Their breath mingled, joined at heart and hip, and the pure ecstasy of making love.
They got back to the mansion near dark. Hair dripping wet, both smelling of pond-water and sex. Sebastian didn’t ask any questions. Just pointed them to the baths. Arthur set his borrowed books down along with Sebastian’s bag of sundries. There would be time for reading later. Right now, he was ready for some payback of his own in the shower.
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wincore · 4 years
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summertime | wong kunhang
pairing: hendery x reader, side xiaocas
words: 4.5k
genre: childhood friends to lovers!au, first love, hs reunion, practically idiots to lovers, fluff, angst
warnings: none
a/n: warmup-ish fic. i don’t know why it’s so long either. loosely inspired by this. also hendery sweetest boy so i had to write something cute for him !! 
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When Wong Kunhang had hit you in the face with a volleyball coated in sand, you knew it was one way or the other with him. You were either going to fall in love with him or hate him for the rest of your life, and nothing in between.
It’s a little more complicated than that, you realize at twenty-one.
The neat asphalt is now a cool grey, not as pretty and dark as it used to be when you were in eighth grade but still clean and maintained. The stone walls on either side are certainly better off, marking the houses of the beachside town your school trip led to every goddamn year. Not that you were complaining, shining blue seawater has always been a favourite sight of yours. Kunhang was just the smiling bonus you held on to.
The road slants uphill till you can see the sunlight shimmering against the vast blue of the ocean across the horizon, dotted with the tops of palm trees and pastel buildings. It’s mostly at this point you realize that Kunhang’s been talking the entire way, and that you should nod along to add to the pretence, that you’re listening to him and not the loud drumming of your heart against your chest.
But Kunhang’s not here today. You don’t even know if he’s coming.
“Hey, (name), are you listening?” Yukhei asks, steadying the surfboard in his arms when you stop. “Are you thinking about Kunhang?”
The tone of his voice is teasing, but it’s as if you’re still thirteen, trying to come to terms with the first crush you’d ever had. Your cheeks grow hot and you scoff at him, snatching your tote bag from his arms and striding faster down the road. Kunhang can come, not come—you don’t care. For all you know, he’s enjoying his new life out there, as curious and fun-seeking as he is—was. He might even have found himself a lover, you realize as the bitter taste grows on your tongue.
Kunhang has always been special. Summer after summer, he’s only grown better at that.
Your parallel lines started growing distant somewhere in the first year of college. The daily facetime calls to describe the baffling wonders of adulthood slowly turned into weekly phone calls about the strain of assignments and projects and eventually, into faded texts you still look over on your phone. He’s just a friend, so you shouldn’t be expecting any more, right? It’s only ordinary that friends will grow apart. The city downpour that was slowly erasing his voice made you long for summer even more.
When you were twelve, Wong Kunhang had hit you in the face with a volleyball at the beach you always visited as part of the school trip. Somehow, with his weird sense and cutting enthusiasm, he’d offered the corner of his shirt to rub the sand off your face instead of a towel he’d find lying just about anywhere at the beach. (“The towels were definitely covered in sand! There’s no way beach towels aren’t sandy.”) And somehow, with your poor foresight, you’d felt an audible thump in your ribcage, the kind that only comes once. It was fitting, almost.
When you were thirteen, the thump grew into an entire orchestra. They settled in before you knew, and you realized you could neither accept them nor reject them. You suddenly couldn’t comprehend sitting beside him in class without nervously bouncing your legs, or laughing a little less enthusiastically at his jokes. You felt the turbulence of your pulse every time your hands touched as he passed you an eraser or a pen, or when his face split into a grin at you struggling to unscrew the bottle cap—it’s almost as if it were the end of the world whenever he breathed near you. You were painfully honest, so easy to see through and even Yukhei caught on to the fact that you had a thing for the weird yet lovable kid and his ridiculous smile. Kunhang, however, was probably in need of prescription glasses. 
When you were sixteen, Kunhang learned how to play the drums and if anything, it made the heat bloom in your cheeks even faster. When you saw him play at the summer festival before the school trip, you wanted to stay there forever, just watch him do what he loves. Focused in the way he breathed and looking incredibly handsome for a stupid crush, you’d wanted to tell him then and there. 
You’d made up your mind, or at least part of it, that this summer trip wouldn’t go to waste. Even the short-lived love of a young boy, you wanted to see it reflected in his eyes. That summer, just like every school trip, Kunhang had passed a volleyball to you in the outline of an inside joke that doesn’t get old; and you’d swallowed harshly, choking suddenly only for him to rub his hand over your back in the same gentle manner he did most everything.
When you think about it, you can’t seem to get over how much of an idiot you were back then. Kunhang was almost an even bigger one.
“I wish I’d get better at the drums quickly,” he’d said beside the campfire, tapping his foot impatiently. 
It was only the two of you immersed in the night and if that weren’t reason enough for your incoherent thoughts, his knee was touching yours in a way oblivious to him—and the look of complete serenity over his face made you rethink your confession.
“You’re already good enough,” you huffed in disbelief.
“I can play two, er, three songs!” His voice was enthusiastic in the beginning but it hummed out to a mellow ending. He’d added in a determined whisper, “I need to practise so I don’t embarrass myself.”
Before you knew it, you’d let out a short laugh. Wong Kunhang, afraid of embarrassment? It was almost unheard of. You’d never met anyone so open before, so happy to share even the rougher, less tangible parts of himself.
Kunhang only gazed at you wordlessly, and when you met his eyes, the butterflies were let out of the cage in your stomach again. You wanted to lean in a little, kiss him right then and there, the image itself slowly curling around your head in haunting wisps as if something taboo. It didn’t make sense to you, to feel so immensely submerged in adolescent feelings—yet be comforted by his presence oh so easily. You know you weren’t the only one harbouring clandestine feelings. You’d seen them confess, you’d seen the few perfumed letters in his locker asking to meet after class.
Kunhang had turned down all of them. It didn't take solving quantum physics to realize he’d probably do the same to you. And you’d both end up losing a friend.
You’d swallowed whatever garbled confession that might have come out of your mouth that night. It’s better off this way, you told yourself, and you believed it for quite a while.
You wanted to hate him when you turned eighteen. You were going away to start a new life all on your own, and yet there he was, pretending that everything was going to be the same. Did he have to treat you so special? It wasn’t real, after all, the full wave of attention he gifted you, the adoring laughter and the occasional awkward head pats. 
(And yet, every time you close your eyes, you wish it was.)
You wonder if Kunhang knows summer the way you do—sand against bare feet, having ice cream under a beach umbrella and most importantly, the scent of young love coating you in a thick layer of nervousness. Knowing him, he probably didn’t even notice the way you struggled to keep your wide grin secret every time he offered you the coconut flavoured ice cream. You wonder if he’s forgotten summer by now.
Yukhei catches up to you just before the narrow stone steps that end in the beach sand. You stop for a second, careful of the rock you always trip over (and the memory of Kunhang there to steady you with a laugh, unless he was the one who tripped face first into the sand) as you breathe out heavily. This is your high school reunion. You don’t have to think of your awkward  teenage love right now. You can enjoy the coconut flavoured ice cream all by yourself.
You step onto the sand, taking a sharp breath at the full strength of heat that hits you. The towels and umbrellas are spread across the area, candy blue stripes everywhere your eyes visit, till your name is called by a frantic Dejun trying to get your attention. Summer feels hotter than any year you’ve visited and even sunscreen can’t protect you from the inevitably dazzling view you face.
After all this time, you thought he’d go away but the waves come crashing after all.
Kunhang has grown into a messy sort of handsome. His hair is longer since the last time you saw him, unkempt in the way it falls over his forehead yet still strangely neat. Even under the shade of the giant umbrella, there’s an unmistakable calm over his features—the look he often had on his face and no one would be able to tell what he was thinking, his own respite in broad daylight. The contrast between him and the blue around is crisp, like a sunlit field of pink tulips floating atop blue ocean water. It’s hardly been three years and he looks older, a bit more mature. 
Kunhang beams when he notices you, the effect of it almost crushing as you try not to acknowledge the tidal wave of pent-up emotions.
“(name)!” he grins wide, jogging up to you. “I didn’t know you were coming. You didn’t reply to any of my texts!”
They vanished. Your words vanished again. Fidgeting with your fingers, you abruptly clear your throat before you can respond.
“Yeah. I, uh, I changed my number.” You bite your tongue softly at the lie.
He frowns. “Oh. Well, give me your new one.”
“I- I- I forgot my phone. At the- the hotel.”
You feel yourself cringing at your voice. It’s so...so embarrassing, every rise and fall. Kunhang blinks a few times before shrugging.
“Ah. I’ll get it later then.”
You almost immediately excuse yourself and beeline to Dejun sitting by the cooler, trying hard to hold a coconut larger than his hands as he raises a suspicious eyebrow at you. Of course it’s natural you’d go straight to the guy you see everyday at university instead of visiting the boy of your unrequited affections. It’s completely normal. What’s the point of a reunion anyway?
What you don’t expect is to be sandwiched between Dejun and Kunhang, the latter enthusiastically summing up each and every point of his life at university, the lack of control over facial expressions still prominent and you try not to let your heartstrings pull too hard. Dejun hums in intervals beside you, sipping at the coconut water he so struggled to get as Kunhang skilfully ignores the growing tension. 
God, he really is an idiot. You feel like telling him you’ve been in love with him for eight years just so he’d shut up.
But after all this time, Kunhang has managed to remain himself. You smile. The sand in your hourglasses might not be flowing so differently after all. He’s still talking about most everything he finds fascinating through the smallest of details and you’re still willing to listen to the sound of his voice for hours. The scent of the ocean breeze that made you think of him, so you kept it safe—it’s overwhelming now.
Your vision is suddenly blocked by a pink paper cup, the spotless white ice cream in it already starting to melt. You turn your head to Kunhang trying hard not to make a face at you, biting onto the edge of an empty paper cup.
“You didn’t listen to anything I said, did you?” he asks with a click of tongue, after taking his cup in his hand. 
You can’t help your sheepish laugh. “I lost you when you started talking about the campus cats.”
Kunhang scratches the back of his head, smiling. “I couldn’t get a volleyball today. They increased the rent rates by ten!”
“What, you were planning to rent a volleyball just to hit me in the face with it?”
Kunhangs face breaks into a grin, positively glowing from his eyes to the line of his nose to his lips. Maybe you don’t hate this feeling so much. 
Dejun suddenly clears his throat beside you, springing up. “I’m- I’m going to go help Yukhei,” he declares, discarding his coconut somewhere over the sand.
“Help with what?” you ask, furrowing your brows.
Dejun coughs uncomfortably before shrugging and speeding off to Yukhei trying very hard to plant the wet surfboard in the sand. Somewhere in your mind, you already know the reason why he ran off. 
You turn to Kunhang with a worried look, but there’s no sign of realization over his face. You almost sigh but catch yourself in the moment. Is it pitiful? He probably can’t even imagine you that way, maybe that’s why he hasn’t caught on. 
Is it bad that you hate it? That you’re not satisfied with the friendly touches, the innocent smiles. You don’t want to keep it so pure after all—you want to run your hands through his hair, you want to twine your fingers through his, you want to feel the touch of a kiss with him.
Your gulp nervously once Kunhang’s features come into focus, still talking about something vague and nodding along to it at an uncertain rhythm. The sound of the waves come gently crashing, just as they do to the shore and the buzz of this place reminds you of all the time you spent here. What has been, what could have been.
“Kunhang,” you interrupt and he whips his head to you, eyes curious. You take a deep breath.
What value is there to words that you’re desperately trying to throw away?
“I- I’m going to go to the water,” you say, trying to cover up your nervousness. If it wasn’t any other summer trip, it’s not going to be today. It’s not going to be, at all.
If you can’t put it into words, will you be alone? You’re only chewing over your memories hoping they fade.
Kunhang springs up just as you stand, his sudden movement surprising you. 
“I…” He begins but shakes his head with a subdued smile. His voice comes out softer than you expect. “Yukhei’s that way, if you’re looking for him.”
You blink back your confusion. “Ah, um, thanks!”
The more you try to lie to him, the less you understand yourself. But if you stay any longer, you might just spill the archived secrets, the words you should have burned in the campfire that night. You can fall out of love. It’s easy, it’s easy, you tell yourself—then why couldn’t you have done it earlier? Can you even do it now?
“What are you doing here?!” Yukhei asks, furrowing his brows as he gets up from the sand. “Where’s Kunhang?”
“I- I don’t know! Why would I know everything about him?” you grumble, hugging yourself.
“You are so stupid,” he states in response.
“That’s- That’s not something you should be telling me!”
Yukhei grabs your shoulder, shaking you hurriedly. “You should go back to him! The beach is one of the top ten romantic places, come on.”
“What makes you think I still like him?!” you hiss, trying to get his hands off your shoulders.
Yukhei stops abruptly, tilting his head to greet Dejun, who makes you jump out of your skin. You move apart from Yukhei, facing him with a sigh.
Dejun tries hard not to pull a face, notifying that your other classmates are here, and it’s a lot more likely some of them are still heart-eyed for Yukhei. The two of them seem to share an inside joke as they laugh and you raise an eyebrow, not even bothering to decode the situation. 
The brunch idea was probably Dejun’s, considering how smoothly things run. The whole renting out half a bar idea was probably Yukhei’s, considering how much of a wild mess it is. The place is perfectly snug, warm and just enough for a former high school batch, right by the beach where the sand meets asphalt. The laughter and conversations overpower the low jazz undertones of the music playing through the speakers and you find yourself smiling when someone or the other reminds you of all the high school ventures you’d had under the teachers’ disapproving eyes.
“Remember when Yukhei stole the rabbit from our school garden?”
“That wasn’t even worse than when he accidentally fired the water hose at Mr. Liang!”
“Oh my god, you remember putting on makeup in between classes without getting caught?”
“Or trying to steal lunch from me, you big bully?”
Really, seeing old faces after so long and then the same faces hammered only a few hours later might just be another one of the ‘fun’ things you’ve been missing out on.
There’s Shuhui, Lunmei and Linlin—girls you didn’t get to talk much with during school, but you remember Shuhui’s face from middle school. There’s Yukhei’s friends, Shihao and Taishun, who you think you exchanged a whopping total of sixteen words with throughout high school. Yet now, with everyone gathered here, it feels like some sort of a haven of reminiscence, like you’d known each other all your life (which, to an extent, you did). It’s comfortable and warm, the blanket of old connections.
You take another sip of the punch. It’s not enough to get you drunk but it's enough to shift the gears in your ribs to begin the steam engine you can’t find the brakes on. Your face is hot, Kunhang finally not the reason behind it, and you sigh as you glance around the room slowly.
It would’ve been quieter if Yukhei somehow hadn’t started this chain of confessions. Dejun is still struggling to keep him seated, a warm blush over his face when he has to wrap his arm around Yukhei yet again while the others continue chanting “confess! confess!” to the next unlucky victim guilty of harbouring an unspoken teenage crush.
You shake your head at the whole scene, sighing once again as you lazily swirl the remnants of your drink in the glass. The night will be over soon, and you’ll go back to your own paths. For now, you can pretend it’s all just another summer adventure.
Yukhei clears his throat, everyone’s eyes turning to him instantly. “I’m sure there’s one more confession left!”
There’s a bunch of cheers and you feel your heartbeat quicken when Yukhei shoots you a knowing smile. Your eyes widen, your throat suddenly feeling dry and you turn your head to meet Kunhang’s eyes. He looks at you with no hint or clue about the reality and you look away before it fries your nerves out.
“You’re going to thank me after this, Kunhang,” Yukhei calls, a teasing lilt to his voice and the boy in question simply shakes his head, grinning in polite confusion. 
You look around in panic, from Yukhei to Kunhang and wonder if you should open your mouth. You take a breath before a roar of cheers interrupts you.
Shuhui stands up, rosy-cheeked and wobbling at the knees. You catch Yukhei blinking with furrowed eyebrows but nodding anyway, as if the decisive president in a heated debate. 
“Wong Kunhang!” she calls before coyly confessing. “I like you! I’ve liked you since eighth grade!” 
Is it the alcohol? Or the cruel realization that your mother was right when she said summer makes people fall in love? There’s another round of cheers and applause as you get up discreetly, sneaking out the door a few steps behind you. You don’t think you can stomach the sight of someone else’s arms around Kunhang, his loving attention drawn to them. 
The night air is cool, the bushes lining the sidewalk buzzing with cicadas as you step over onto the soft, warm sand. The campfire has been reduced to blazing embers, no one there to kindle it as the night progressed. You hug yourself as you walk, the calm over you strange, uncharacteristic. 
Even if it’s not you and him after all, you should have said something. You’re only a coward, slow and naive in a world too fast-paced, unable to face a reality that’s your own. You couldn’t even stay in that room a second longer. If only your chest didn’t waver so easily, your heartbeat didn't grow erratic.
You walk closer to the water, waves lapping quietly against the sand, a hush over them as if they do not know what to say to you. What do you say to someone on the verge of heartbreak? Consoling your friends at university taught you next to nothing, your own seeming beyond your help.
“(name)!”
You feel your breath hitch, hesitant in turning around. There’s a moment’s pause and when you don’t turn, Kunhang tugs at your wrist, pulling you to him.
It’s getting so that your heart can’t even flutter anymore.
Gentle and kind, and so willing to give, Kunhang could never really leave you alone, could he? He looks at you with wide eyes, almost like a puppy lost on the streets. His pale pink overshirt is hanging loosely over his shoulders, unbuttoned all the way over his white T-shirt, his hair tousled by the wind and words yet resting on his lips. You forget to breathe for a few seconds and when you inhale sharply, the onslaught of your feelings comes toppling over you.
“I hate this,” you choke on the words. “You should be in there.”
“They’re still celebrating. And drunk.” He shifts nervously.
“I hate you,” you say, not finding meaning in the words. “I hate you so much because of how stupid I was- how weak I was.”
Kunhang’s eyes shimmer with something unfamiliar, lips quivering before he steadies himself, drawing nearer.
“That’s not fair,” he whispers, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. 
You purse your lips. It isn't fair—who are you to blame him? He doesn’t deserve the vomit of emotions from your popped balloon of a heart. You bite your tongue before you can spit out the poison-infused words. 
“I’m sorry,” you whimper, voice hoarse and still angry, “I wish I told you earlier. How much I liked you. How much I wanted to be with you.”
Kunhang stays quiet, hand not ready to leave your wrist yet, the part where his thumb rests searing hot.
“I thought I could pretend I never liked you at all,” you say, biting your lip. “I thought that if I faked it then it would go away but Wong Kunhang, I- I’ve liked you for so long that I don’t know what it’s like if I don’t.”
Why are you crying? It’s like the emotions you’ve hoarded all these years have somehow found an opening to burst through, in a stream of colours that paint you in embarrassment. You feel the blood rush to your cheeks and nose, as you vigorously rub at your eyes so the tears don’t escape in so obvious a manner.
“I- I tried going on dates, I tried- I tried all those stupid blind dating apps, I tried to focus on my major and making new friends and- and still…”
Doesn’t the rain fall in times like these? Yet there’s only the hot blanket of summer, with its swaying sea wind and calling cicadas resting in the vibrant bushes.
“I didn’t want to force all of this on you. I’m so—”
It’s only fitting that the stupidest sequence of words would leave his lips.
“I thought you liked Yukhei,” he says quietly.
You pause, uncertain of what to do and breathe out in annoyance. “Kunhang, for the love of god, where did you even come up with that?”
His cheeks colour ever so slightly and he clears his throat. “I don’t kno- I just- I kept giving myself excuses too. I’m sorry.”
The wind makes his hair sway lightly by his eyes, the stars glowing cool blue in them. Whatever the ebb and flow of your feelings were, they’re crashing against the sand, violent and sorrowful at first till the moon tames them into something warmer.
And then it happens again. Kunhang smiles, shoulders relaxing. There’s a moment’s pause.
“I- I’m not good with this.”
When Kunhang presses his hand against your jaw and leans in a little, eyes waiting for confirmation, the drumming in your veins is so loud you can barely comprehend the movement of his actions. You shut your eyes almost instantly but Kunhang accidentally bumps your noses a little too hard. The two of your wince, your hand flying to your nose as a muffled cry of pain escapes your lips and he looks at you worriedly, his fingertips pressing against your cheek softly.
You choke back a laugh but it bubbles up anyway, his own following after an embarrassed pause. 
“I think- I think I was a little nervous,” he admits, looking down and then back up to you.
“We can...we can try that again,” you hum, biting back a smile.
Kunhang’s hair is in fact softer than you’d expected, and when you run your fingers through them, he smiles into the kiss, his hand at the small of your back pulling you closer. Nothing’s like you daydreamed of and yet everything is in place, the shared warmth growing with each passing second. 
It’s blissful for a few moments before you’re interrupted by a drunk Yukhei to “get it” and you jump apart from each other, flushed hot in the cheeks. Dejun apologizes for his boyfriend, waving at you guys to continue whatever the hell you were doing before tugging Yukhei along with him.
You clear your throat awkwardly before plopping down on the sand, face buried in your hands. Kunhang follows slowly, legs outstretched towards the ocean. You peek to see him smiling at the sky, leaning back on his hands and the look you love seeing on him.
“Kunhang?”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t- I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. Even if you didn’t like me back then.”
Kunhang turns his head to you, eyes earnest as they trail across your face.
“You don’t have to be brave.”
He reaches out to fix the hair from your eyes, a gentle touch to them as ever, but this time there’s a stronger meaning to it, almost as if he’d kiss you again right then. The two of you smile, twining your fingers somewhere along the night as he tells you to rest your head on his shoulder. The waves sing softly to accompany Kunhang’s chatter, the feeling almost unreal when you feel his pulse against your thumb. 
What has been, what could’ve been—they’re barely a breeze to what really is.
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Marital Discord
Warnings: noncon/dubcon (rough sex, toy, fingering).
This is dark!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: The reader finds her marriage falling apart; Bucky’s never home and when he is, he’s not really there, but he’s not as aloof as he seems to be.
Note: Alright, we finished Summertime Sadness, I gotta figure out HSB and my other few series that need to be tied up. Hopefully by my one year mark we have some new ones in swing. Thank you. Love you guys!
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The front door clicked and you lifted your head. You scrolled up quickly on the tablet and hit sign out. You locked it and pushed it against the wall in hopes it would go unnoticed. You grabbed the oven mitt and rushed over to the stove. You opened it and pretended to check on the roast inside, lifting the lid of the pan to glance over the darkening meat.
“Hey,” Bucky’s voice was dull as you heard him enter the kitchen. “Smells good.”
“Thanks,” You stood and removed the glove and tossed it on the counter. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
He narrowed his eyes but the tension quickly left his face. “Skipped training,” He shrugged. “Just wanted to… relax.”
“Oh,” You nodded.
Relax. Alone. He didn’t need to say it. That was just how things were these days. He was monotone, bored. So were you. He came home late most nights. You were already in bed. He didn’t bother to wake you. Didn’t think to. And when you were awake, he barely spoke to you. Even when he was right beside you, it was as if he wasn’t there. How had it come to this?
Three years of marriage and the ring chafed on your finger. Your relationship had begun when he started talking and it would look to end as his words turned again to silence. He no longer told you about his day, just grumbled when you asked about it. He kissed your cheek diligently but not out of love. And he hadn’t fucked you in months.
It wasn’t for lack of trying. You were sweet to him. Tried to be. But he echoed your ‘love yous’ like a child reciting their homework. And he bristled when you touched him. And so you stopped. You let him be. Small talk and tense silences. That was all that remained between you.
“Hungry?” You asked. 
You leaned on the island between you as your thighs rubbed together. You were wet. You had been halfway through a particularly fiery fic when he arrived. You hoped you could find it again later.
“Sure,” He said. “Is it almost ready?”
“Twenty minutes or so,” You replied.
“Ok,” He stretched his shoulders. “Let me know.”
“Of course, babe,” You smiled. He didn’t.
You watched him disappear into the living room and the tv flicked on. Baseball commentators sounded over the drone of the crowd. You sighed and turned back to the counter. He’d eat his dinner in front of the screen again. His eyes would cling to it as if you weren’t even there. You took out two plates and some cutler. You looked to the stove timer and the seconds ticked by slowly.
You reached for the tablet again. You peeked at the door though you knew he wouldn’t appear again. You punched in your code and reopened the app. You signed in and scrolled through your dashboard until you found it again. You found your spot and leaned in the crook of the counter as you began to read.
‘He held her. No, clung to her. She was everything he needed and his love was laced with that inherent fear, the knowing, that one day, she would be gone. He kissed her like it was their first, like it was their last. Her touch left fire across his skin as she traced the line of hair that led to his--”
The fridge opened and you looked up with wide eyes. You hit lock on the tablet and set it down softly as you turned to watch Bucky pull a beer out from the fridge. He popped the cap off with his vibranium thumb and tossed it in the bin. He barely looked at you but his eyes didn’t miss the tablet face down beside you. You turned before he could see your guilt.
You listened to him retreat back to the living room. You shook your head; at him, at yourself. Why should you feel guilty? He was neglecting you. You weren’t his wife anymore, you were a burden. So why shouldn’t you find solace in words? That’s all they were. Why shouldn’t you pull out that buzzing toy when he was gone and grasp at that fleeting release? Why should you try when he wouldn’t?
The timer beeped three times and you shoved the tablet back against the wall. You turned off the oven and opened it up. You lifted out the large roasting pan and set it on the stove. You focused on the aroma. You were suddenly very hungry. You took a carving knife and set to work.
Just another night alone.
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Bucky knew she was lonely. He was too. And he tried to try but he couldn’t. Not since that night. Not since…
He didn’t even want to think about it. It was the last time he touched her on his own accord. He was too embarrassed to try again. He could blame it on the stress, on the lingering scars of the past, on all that he felt mounted on his shoulders, but he couldn’t help but feel it was just him. His own inadequacy. The fear that he could never truly make her happy. That he could never truly be happy.
She had said goodnight twenty minutes ago. He echoed her words and glanced over at her briefly. She had her phone in her hand, the screen black, though she held it tightly. He waited for her to kiss his cheek as she did every night. She didn’t. He watched her go and his chest tightened. It was over. It was really over.
He flipped through the channels absently as his mind returned to that night. They were on the very couch he sat on. She was atop him, her mouth on his, her hips rocked as she teased him through his jeans. A whole hour of fooling around like teenagers and he was still soft. He wanted her but his body just wouldn’t respond. 
When she tried to undo his fly, he pushed her away. He didn’t mean to be so abrupt but he also didn’t know how to say it. It’s not you, it’s me. He hated that empty cliche. He apologized but was otherwise speechless. He’d left her there and waited until she went to bed to come out of hiding. He slept in the recliner.
He sat forward and held his head as he thought back on it He just couldn’t find the courage to talk to her about it. To fix this thing. He was a coward. And he let her down just like he had everyone else. 
He slid his metal fingers along his bottom lip as he thought. He closed his eyes and saw that peculiar expression on her face. The way she had looked at him in the kitchen earlier. He knew guilt when he saw it. Recognized the shame he felt so deeply. And more. She had a secret. She’d never had secrets before.
His mind strayed to the tablet, to the phone gripped in her fingers. That had to be it. She was talking to someone else. Could he blame her? Well, yeah. She was his wife, his love, but hadn’t he pushed her to it? It didn’t matter. She was his. 
His blood boiled and he sat up as he thought about it. About this other faceless guy. The man taking her from him. His own shame, his own regret, slaked away and he was overwhelmed by his anger. He let out a growl and stood.
He went to the kitchen. The tablet was gone but she hadn’t had it with her. Maybe she’d already put it in the bedroom. He shook his head and paced the tiled floor. He returned to the living room but couldn’t sit. Well, maybe she was already asleep. He could sneak in and grab it.
He went to the hallway and listened. He didn’t hear anything. His eyes were drawn to a cord as he slowly began across the carpet. Her tablet was on the side table charging. He should’ve remembered. She always kept it there at night. She’d wake and take it with her on her way to the kitchen. She’d pore over the news as she drank her morning coffee. It had been a long time since he’d shared it with her.
His fingers grazed over the screen. He held his breath as he peeked over at the bedroom door. It was closed. He hesitated before he picked it up. He exhaled slowly and turned to stand with his back against the wall. He hit the button and the screen lit up. He typed in the four digit code; she hadn’t changed it. Was it careless or was it a sign of her innocence?
He looked down the hall again before he began to swipe through the apps. Her messenger was almost dead; a conversation with her mother, several with her friends, but nothing recent or suspicious. He opened the browser and checked the history; a few recipes, some articles, but again, nothing untoward. 
Then a notification popped up. ‘We found something you might like, sugar-plum-17.’ That was what he called her; sugar plum. She always cringed at the pet name but he adored that crinkle in her forehead. He blinked and hit the bubble before it could disappear.
He frowned as he scrolled through the post that came up. It was some story or another. He hit the back arrow and found her page. He dragged his finger up the screen. He read the comment she’d left on her last reblog. 
‘This was so hot. I’d love a rough ride, if you know what I mean? Can’t wait to see how dark this gets.’
His heart was racing. He swiped back up and hit keep reading on the original post. His eyes glossed over until they caught on a particular passage.
‘This stranger knew her and yet she knew nothing of him. Not his face, not his voice, not his scent, only his touch. Rough and demanding. He held her hands in one of his as he pinned her beneath him. The mask hid all but a pair of bright blue eyes. He pulled a cloth from his pocket and moved up her body to keep her arms in place. He wrapped the black fabric around her eyes.’
He stopped and looked up at the wall. The words were burned into his mind. He was stunned. She liked this? He looked back to the tablet and continued to read. The scene was graphic and he found the heat crawling up his spine and into his cheeks. When he got to the end, he was hard. And shocked.
He hadn’t had an erection since before that last time. He had tried anything and everything but nothing. And now he was so hard it hurt. He wanted her. Too bad, she didn’t want him.
He closed out of the app and set the tablet back down. He braced himself as he walked down the hall. Maybe he could apologize. He’d wake her up and explain it all. His fear, his embarrassment, his stupidity. He stopped by the door and leaned against it, his hand on the knob. He couldn’t turn it as a noise from the other side held him in place.
There was a low buzz mingled with her heady breaths. Soft moans muffled and strained. He knew what she was doing. His cock twitched and he pressed his hand to the front of his jeans. He listened intently through the wood. She was getting close. He rubbed himself through the denim and she squeaked and gasped. She had cum but he couldn’t. No, he had to wait.
He drew away from the door as the buzzing stopped and quickly retreated down the hall. He went to the living room and grasped the back of the couch as he hung his head and thought. This had to end. This interminable stalemate. And he knew just how to draw out a truce.
💍
The house was terribly empty. Having Bucky home, even as a shell, was preferable to not at all. He texted you earlier to tell you he would be away for a couple days. Last minute mission in Prague. There wasn’t much you could say. It was a good excuse for him not to face you. His work was always a convenient out.
You made sure to lock up the house before you settled down in bed. The usual; alone, snuggled up with your pillow against the headboard as you scrolled through your dashboard. A good fic and you’d be ready to sleep. Your bedtime work-out made sure of that.
You clicked on the newest fic by your favourite author. Another part in her twisted tale of a robber and his mark. The way her antagonist taunted her main character was chilling but delectable. The man behind the mask stalked her towards the line of insanity. His desires were more than monetary and entirely arousing.
You reached for the toy nestled against your leg atop the blanket. You were getting to the good part. You bit your lip and your thumb hovered over the button. You kept yourself from clicking it as you heard a creak. You sat up and set your phone aside, the vibe clutched in your hand. You listened; silence.
You laid back and reached for your phone. As you picked it up, you heard the familiar groan of the floorboard near the front door. You shot up and hit the phone icon. No signal, no wifi. You tried to reconnect, checked that you hadn’t hit airplane mode unknowingly, but nothing. It had been working a minute ago.
You didn’t hear anything else. You hung your legs over the edge of the bed and assured yourself it was all in your head. You stood and neared the door. You’d go out and confirm your paranoia then sleep before it got the best of you.
You stepped out into the hall. You peered down the living room than to the bathroom. You slowly made your way to the former and looked around. Just the shadows of furniture and dim glare of street lights through the window. You shook your head at yourself and turned back.
As you did, a darkness suddenly enshrouded you from behind. You barely had time to react as strong arms surrounded you. You thrashed out and yelped as you were dragged backwards. Your phone slipped from your hand and the vibe clicked on in your panic. You kicked and flailed as you struggled to escape the intruder.
His hand wrapped around yours as his arm tightened around your waist. He turned you with him and dragged you around the couch. He pried your fingers from the toy and took it in his own. He chuckled and spun you away from him. He shoved you roughly and you fell onto the cushions.
“Please--” You begged. Was this your karma? Maybe a nightmare all too vivid to escape? It couldn’t be… real.
“Shut up,” His voice was gristly beneath his mask. “This what you like?”
He held up the you, still buzzing, and you tried to stand. He caught your shoulder and pushed you back down. His hand slid to your throat and he bent over you, his breath seeped through his mask and against your temple.
“Stay.” He snarled. “Or I’ll hogtie you with your own panties.”
You whimpered and his other hand pressed the vibe along your chest and rolled it down your stomach. He slid his fingers beneath the elastic of your pajamas and forced his hand between your legs. The toy glided too easily between your folds. You gasped.
“Ah…” He snickered at your lack of underwear. “Well, I can always figure something out.”
“What do you want?” You breathed.
“What do you want?” He countered as he angled the vibe against your clit. “I think I can guess actually.”
“There’s a safe--”
“We’ll get to that… once I’ve had my fun,” He snarled. “Doesn’t seem like you need much help.”
The toy was slippery in his gloved hand and you trembled as his fingers squeezed your throat and he pushed you harder against the couch. He cradled the toy with his palm and slipped a finger inside you. You squeaked and he shoved another past your entrance. He moved his hand steadily as he pressed his masked cheek to yours.
“That’s it,” He purred. “You like that?”
You tried to shake your head and sobbed. You did. To your disgust, you did.
“Where’s your husband, hmm?” He asked. “Leaving a thing like you all alone.”
“My husband?” You wisped.
“A lot of shoes for one man.” He remarked. “Lined so neatly by the door. Was that you? Such a sweet little housewife.”
You nodded and gulped. Your thighs were tingling and your core glowing. You thoughtlessly grabbed the wrist of the hand at your throat and tilted your hips. You panted. His touch felt familiar and strange all at once. It had been so long that even the roughest touch could make you shudder.
“Cum for me,” He growled against your cheek. “You can try to fight it but we both know… you can’t.”
Your thighs closed around his hand and you spasmed. Your moan was strangled by his hand. You slapped at his shoulder as you orgasmed and pushed against the cushion behind you. He released you suddenly and you sank into the couch as he pulled his hand away.
“So…” He undid his fly. “You gonna play along or do I need to go find one of your husband’s belts? Wouldn’t that be hot?”
You shook and hung your head. He pushed his fly apart. “Get undressed.” He ordered.
You sniffed and stood carefully, afraid to provoke him. You pulled your tank top over your head and shimmied out of your pajama pants, the remnants of your arousal dampened the fabric. You gulped as you looked up at the stranger. His hand was in his pants, stroking himself.
“Turn around,” He sneered. “Up on the couch… on your knees.” You glanced around and he stepped closer. “Try it.” He challenged. 
You blanched at him and turned reluctantly. You neared the couch and climbed up. You braced the back of it and closed your eyes. You sensed him behind you. His gloved hand caressed your neck and tickled along your shoulder. He trailed down your back and his fingers hooked around your hip. He pulled you back until your knees were at the edge of the couch and you were slightly bent.
He slapped your ass and pinched it sharply. You cried out. “Shut up!” He growled. “You don’t want the neighbours to hear, do you?” He spanked you again. “Gossip travels quickly.”
You gritted your teeth and hissed. His cock touched your ass and he rubbed it along your skin. A line of precum left across your cheek. You dug your nails into the couch as he guided his tip lower and squeezed your hip until you arched your back. He slickened himself with your juices and lingered at your entrance.
He bent over you as his hand slipped from your hip and he felt around for your clit. As he teased you with his fingertips, he sank into you, his stomach firm against your back. You moaned and slapped your hand over your mouth. He hummed.
“That’s right. Nice and quiet,” He nuzzled your hair as he began to thrust. “Fuck…”
He groaned and continued to play with your bud. The sharp teeth of his zipper dug unto you with each thrust. Your breath hitched and you moved your body in tandem with his. You didn’t realize you were doing it until you were biting down on your knuckles and the sounds of fucking filled your ears. 
His other hand returned to your throat. He stood and pulled you back. You grasped at his hand as he sped up. He jolted your whole body as you balanced precariously on your knees. His grunts swirled around you and your moans were barely stifled by your own hand. 
You were carried away by the sheer pleasure. It was as if your body couldn’t handle it. Your mind was smokey and your vision a blur. The snarls sounded more and more familiar as they grew louder. You reached back and gripped the man’s thigh as you met your peak suddenly. You swallowed back the whine and your walls twitched around him.
“That’s it,” He purred.
He pushed you up against the back of the couch and climbed up behind you, his knees between yours. He pounded into you and his hand left your clit as he reached up. He didn’t waver as he pulled off his mask and held it out before you. He swore as the gristle left his voice and he came in you.
He leaned against you as he stilled and nibbled at your ear. He kissed your cheek and his hand fell from your throat. He dragged his nose along your temple and chuckled.
“Is that what you like, sugar plum?” Bucky’s voice cut through the haze of your thoughts.
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WRITING CHALLENGE
300 FOLLOWER SONG CHALLENGE
Alright so I finally hit 300 followers and because of this I am making a challenge for myself! I figured what way to better celebrate than making more content. And to start this off slow so I wont get overwhelmed I have chosen 20 lyrics/songs to write for. And at the moment I only have 15 songs that I and a few followers have chosen so feel free to submit some if you want. Also an upside of me doing this is that it gives me a better opportunity to write for more characters. And here’s the MASTERLIST
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So enough with the explaining let's get to the songs and lyrics I will be making content for [ this will be updated as I continue to write ] :
“I’m summertime crushin', put that game on pause. And do it how I like it, baby, nice and slow.” — BMO by Ari Lennox
“Cause I'm a black belt when I'm beating up on myself. But I'm an expert at giving love to somebody else.” — I Love Me by Demi Lovato
“My heart's gone bad, now it won't beat for you / You had your laugh, now I won't play the fool / I've lied for you, and I liked it too/ But I'm black and blue, from bleedin' for you” — Jokes on You by Charlotte Lawerence [ submitted by@amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes]
“Oh, I feel so sorry/I feel so sad/I tried to help you/It just made you mad/ And I had no warnin'/ About who you are/ I'm just glad I made it out without breakin' down/And then ran so fuckin' far/ That you would never ever touch me again/Won't see your alligator tears/ ‘Cause, no, I've had enough of them” — You Should Be Sad by Halsey
“I got too much dirt to come clean/Closets full of skeletons that you don't wanna see/Will you judge me? All my ugly?/I won't blame you if you do/No lies, don't wanna keep no secrets/Even if what I'ma say will you leave speechless/No secrets/If I introduce you to my demons, tell me, baby/Would you love me less” — Love Me Less by Max
“Now, baby, now, baby, now, baby/Oh, oh, oh, I, I know it breaks your heart/To picture the only one you wanna love/In someone else's arms, but I wouldn't have done/All the things that I have done/If I knew one day you would come” — If I knew by Bruno Mars [ written ]
“And I can't believe the lies that I went for/Thought you was mine, but you decided to be with him though/You took my feelings and just threw 'em out the window/Feel like it's too hard to fall in love again, no/On some nights like this, shawty, I can't help but think of us/I've been reminiscin', sippin', missin' ya” — Nights Like This by Kehlani [ written ]
“Now that it's over, stop calling me, come pick up yo clothes/Ain't no need to front like you're still with me, all your homies know/Even your very best friend tried to warn me on the low/Took me some time, but now I am strong/Because I realized I've got” — Me, Myself & I by Beyoncé
“I get so lonely, I forget what I'm worth/We get so lonely, we pretend that this works/I'm so ashamed of myself think I need therapy/I'm sorry I'm not more attractive/I'm sorry I'm not more ladylike/I'm sorry I don't shave my legs at night/I'm sorry I'm not your baby mama/I'm sorry you got karma comin' to you/Collect and soak in it right” — Drew Barrymore by SZA
"I think we're in too deep, don't wanna pull out" — Too Deep by DSVN [ submitted by@uhlxis]
“I got a feeling that you/ Brought me to you/ Yeah, you did, babe/ Look what your mind's imagination can do/Making shit true/Yeah, you do, babe. — Moment by Victoria Monét
“And they was right/ That's why I stayed with ya/ The, the dick was too good/ It made me feel good/ For temporary love/ You was a temporary lover” — Supermodel by SZA
“Oh, my darling, I am getting closer/ Hold on tight/ And I know it hasn't been so easy/ I'm fighting for my life/ I could be a warrior, yes I am a warrior/ There's no need to worry, love/ Look around it's glorious/ Close your eyes and taste the sun” — Warrior by Chloe X Halle [ written ]
“You, you got so much potential/ Every moment spent with you/ I bet was always eventful/ I've never seen your type of species/ Give me heebie jeebies/ Attitude Khaleesi/ Woah, and I'm like woah woah woah.” — Heebie Jeebies by Amine ft Kehlani
“Some things just, some things just make sense/ And one of those is you and I/ Some things just, some things just make sense/ And even after all this time/ I'm into you/ Baby not a day goes by that I'm not into you”— Still Into You by Paramore
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TRIP 1
Viaggio mentale, musicale e lessicale bilingue italo-inglese attraverso:
Nirvana, The Beatles, James Brown, Eddie Cochran, Tom Petty
<< Load up on guns, bring your friends
It's fun to lose and to pretend
She's over-bored and self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word >>
(Nirvana/Smells Like Teen Spirit/Nevermind/1991)
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"Self-assured" = confident, sicuro di sé
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<< When I was younger, so much younger than today
I never needed anybody's help in any way
But now these days are gone
I'm not so self-assured
And now I find I've changed my mind
And opened up the doors >>
(The Beatles/Help!/Help!/1965)
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"open up the door" = make it more accessible, rendere più facile l'accesso a qualcuno o qualcosa
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<< I don't want nobody
To give me nothing
Open up the door
I'll get it myself
(...)
I'm not gonna tell
You what to do
I'm not gonna raise a fuss
But before you make another move
Let's start by taking care of us >>
(James Brown/I Don't Want Nobody To Give Me Nothing/Sex Machine/1970)
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"gonna raise a fuss" = avere intenzione (going to) di scatenare un putiferio
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<< I'm gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler
About a-workin' all summer just to try to earn a dollar
(...)
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a gonna do
But there ain't no cure for the summertime blues >>
(Eddie Cochran/Summertime Blues/1958)
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"there ain't no" = there isn't any, non c'è
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<< Hey, baby, there ain't no easy way out
Hey, I will stand my ground
And I won't back down >>
(Tom Petty/I Won't Back Down/Full Moon Fever/1989)
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"I won't back down" = I will not give in, I will not yield, non cedo, non cederò
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APPUNTI DI VIAGGIO
Kurt Cobain e la sua passione per i Beatles
In particolare per la figura di John Lennon. In questo breve mix di video interviste c'è anche un momento in cui Kurt Cobain racconta come diventò << instantly a hard rock'n'roll fan >>
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La parola "self-assured" non è utilizzata con frequenza nelle canzoni. Può trattarsi di una piccola citazione da parte di Kurt Cobain per omaggiare uno dei suoi punti di riferimento musicali. Peraltro Lennon dichiarò che Help! fosse fra i suoi preferiti brani scritti per i Beatles (fonte: "Lennon Remembers", Rolling Stone, 1970). Il testo si riferisce alla sua reazione al rapido successo della band << I was fat and depressed and I was crying out for help >> (fonte: intervista di repertorio pubblicata nel documentario The Beatles Anthology, 1995)
Eddie Cochran innesca i Beatles
Eddie Cochran - Twenty Flight Rock dal film "The Girl Can't Help It" (Frank Tashlin, 1956)
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Il film, che ospita numerose celebrità rock'n'roll americane di quel particolare periodo mostrandole in veste più "umana", è fonte di ispirazione per l'adolescente John Lennon nel perseguimento del suo sogno musicale. Un adolescente Paul McCartney si esibisce in una interpretazione di "Twenty Flight Rock" (6 luglio 1957, St Peter’s Church) emulandone l'autore. Lennon ne resta colpito e lo invita ad entrare nel suo gruppo, The Quarrymen. È l'inizio. (fonte: documentario The Beatles Anthology)
James Brown e la cover di "Something"
La versione preferita di George Harrison per la sua "Something" (brano da lui composto per i Beatles nel 1969, incluso in Abbey Road, coverizzato da molti artisti) fu quella del 1973 di James Brown, che ne diede personale imprinting e fece aggiunte nella parte iniziale e finale del testo (fonte: Financial Times, 23 Sept 2019)
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Da "Something" a "Somethin'Else"
A Tom Petty piaceva Eddie Cochran. Tom Petty pictured with a stash of his records, including Eddie Cochran's 1975 posthumously released "The Very Best of" (fonte: Tumblr)
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"Somethin' Else" (1959) di Eddie Cochran è stata interpretata nel tempo da vari artisti, tra cui Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers nel 1980.
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George Harrison con Tom Petty
In "I Won't Back Down" di Tom Petty, George Harrison è accreditato come acoustic guitar, backing vocals. Nell'official video (vedi sopra) compaiono sia lui alla chitarra che Ringo Starr alla batteria anche se quest'ultimo non prese parte alle registrazioni.
Tom Petty amava i Nirvana
<< Nirvana to me was the most significant thing since The Beatles >> dichiara Tom Petty in questo breve estratto video del 2001.
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“Born to Run” - S. Hirugami
Summary: 
This is the story of a purple girl who lives under a tyrant red mother and a boy who is crumbling with the pressure of his blackened family to conform to their beliefs.
They were going to find their way out together.
They were born to run.
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About 4k words | Contains Post-Timeskip Spoilers! | Not edited 
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Sachirou Hirugami was a shy child.
Despite growing up in a full household, filled with other children, all older than him, he never felt comfortable talking to those from outside his family.
He knew that there were children his age that lived on the street, went to the same school as him, and even shared the same class as him. But, he just couldn’t bring himself to go over and make friends.
He thought his family was enough, that he was enough.
One day, his mother came home in tears and proceeded to dress all her children in the color black.
Sachirou never liked the color black, or rather the shade of black. They drilled that into his head during art class, but he didn’t care.
Black was the absence of color. Black is the mysterious color that is filled with the unknown.
Sachirou hated the unknown. He needed an answer to everything. Every answer he was given by his parents or older siblings was always followed with a why. It annoyed his family to no end, but he had no intention of stopping.
Everything had an answer.
But, his father said that black also represents strength, seriousness, power, and authority.
Black is a formal, elegant, and prestigious color.
He didn’t know why he was wearing it to a funeral.
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They first met when they were five. It was actually at her father’s funeral.
They were neighbors, so he had to attend seeing that his mother knew them.
Sachirou’s eyes met the neighbors for the first time.
Her eyes were captivating. It was as if she held the world in her twinkling eyes.
From then on, Sachirou decided that he was not going to hide from the stranger next door anymore.
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He remembered feeling how her name flowed from his mouth for the first time after she introduced herself to him.
She had a beautiful name and he liked how it felt coming from his mouth.
He watched and listened as she said his given name from her lips, he felt oddly satisfied as his name came out.
She offered to lead him away from the chattering adults and older children.
Sachirou didn’t hesitate to take her hand.
The girl next door reminded him of the color purple.
The color purple combines the calm stability of blue and the fierce energy of red.
Purple is the color of royalty, nobility, luxury, power, and ambition.
It represents creativity, wisdom, dignity, devotion, peace, pride, mystery, independence, and even magic— although magic isn’t real, no matter how much they pretended it was.
The girl next door reminded him so much of the color purple.
Purple is dark and rich, a baritone sax bellowing jazz.
She became his escape from his chaotic household with her soft hands and soothing voice that led him away from his troubles.
No matter how small those troubles were.
She moved with all the grace a five-year-old can have as she swung from the swings to the wood chips that covered the ground at the park nearby.
She led him through the bushes, catching the summertime cicadas that were scattered around.
She led him through the cold creek that was flowing beside the park.
He was the one who led her back to their houses so he could show her how to play volleyball, just like his father and older siblings had done for him.
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At age ten, Sachirou and the girl next door sat side by side on the swing set that was in the same park they frequently visited.
He watched helplessly as she put some stolen plasters from the local convenience store on her fresh wounds.
He asked where she got them from and she simply shrugged and said from her mother, then proceeded to go on a mini tangent about how her mother is the worst, though she never stated why she got hurt.
Her wounds were red.
Red is the color of extremes.
It is the color of passionate love, violence, danger, anger, and adventure.
Red is the color of fire and blood.
The color that was currently decorating his best friend’s skin.
Sachirou didn’t like it.
Parents don’t give their children wounds that bad out of passionate love or adventure- so that really left violence and anger.
What was her mother angry about?
The girl next door is probably the most perfect person on earth to Sachirou.
Everything about her mother screamed danger to Sachirou, even to the point where he made himself scarce whenever he went to knock for his friend.
Sachirou didn’t like the color red. More than he didn’t like the shade of black.
Her mother reminded him of the color red.
So, he didn’t like her mother.
With a quick snap from his friend, Sachirou was removed from his thoughts and turned to face the girl beside him.
She wore a stupid grin on her face and held out her fist to him.
He automatically bumped his fist against hers.
Thank you.
He didn’t know why she thanked him. He didn’t do anything to help besides cover her body so she could successfully steal the plasters.
He didn’t even get a chance to help her fix herself up, only sat not he swing beside her and barely listened.
Sachirou did not ask this time. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer.
All he knew is that he didn’t want to see the color red on her skin again.
But, it’s a hard world that constantly asks you to live with a lot of things that are unlivable.
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Ever since her father’s funeral, it became a mini ritual for the duo to go to the park and play by the creek.
It becomes their escape from the clutches of their families.
From the color red and the shade of black that tied them down.
One last vestige of freedom, the one place they can break the rules and feel like individuals rather than conforming to the thoughts and ideals of their parents.
The creek reminded Sachiro of the color blue.
Blue is the color of the sky and sea.
It is depth and stability.
Blue symbolizes trust, loyalty, wisdom, confidence, intelligence, faith, truth, and even heaven.
The creek was the place where they can be themselves and trust that it won’t spill their secret words to their families.
As they dipped their feet in the crystal blue waters of the creek, they lifted their heads to the sky to bask in the warmth of the sun.
The sun was a broad myriad of hot glowing gases at the heart of the solar system that the human race lived in.
It made him feel so small in a comforting way.
Like his problems were so… minuscule.
When he brought this up to his friend, whose skin was still littered with the color red, she gave him a hearty chuckle, and wholeheartedly agreed.
Just remember to never compare your problems with other peoples. Your problems are your own. Don’t negate the fact your pain is real.
He brought his head down to meet her gaze.
Sachirou found himself stuck in her mesmerizing eyes once more.
After a few moments, he reminds her to take her own advice.
They left the creek and took the trek back to their homes.
Back to the colors of black and red that controlled their lives.
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At age 14, Sachirou offers to run away with the girl next door.
Instead of immediately accepting or declining, she asked why. Just like he did— still does.
The color black was suffocating him— slowly but surely.
He was struggling to make decisions by himself, he felt his anxiety taking over, his overactive mind went racing most times, and the one thing that he was supposed to love felt like chains weighing him down.
He felt like he went too deep, deep into the ocean. He is kicking and trying to keep himself afloat, and it’s hard to breathe, but he is just trying to keep his head over the surface.
He wasn’t the best with putting his thoughts into viable words, but he could tell that she understood him enough.
She responded by telling him to remember that he can just float.
It sounded like a simple solution, but he would feel like he is drifting, all alone.
Despite what he thought in his earlier years, Sachirou did not want to be alone anymore.
She reminded him that he would never be alone while she was around.
A lack of communication is a form of pain. Because to be alive, to be human, we need others. We don’t need just to be seen, to be perceived: we need to be listened to too.
She didn’t want him in pain. Yet, as he looked at the various shades of red that were scattered across her skin, he felt his heart clench painfully.
He wanted to call her a hypocrite. He wanted to just yell at her for being stupid and not relying on him as he relied on her.
He just wanted his only friend to be okay.
His plans of running away were put in the back of his mind for now.
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Sachirou had to walk home alone on a certain day because his friend was needed by teachers.
It definitely gave him time to think with his overactive mind.
Sachirou’s family is a volleyball family through and through.
His parents, brothers, and sisters all went to famous schools.
Due to his family’s influence, he started the sport as well, thinking he’d become a player who could stand on the world stage.
It was a child’s dream, yet it was real life for a few in his family.
Sachirou was blessed with a good physique and dexterity, so he had fun playing. 
Volleyball was the flicker of white in the darkness of his family.
He never hesitated to go to the middle school with the strongest team.
He wanted to get better.
He wanted to spike it in.
He wanted to get aces.
He wanted to have good receives.
Everything is connected in volleyball.
His life became volleyball.
Sachiruo’s only escape was the girl next door.
She was the thing that let him keep his sanity.
The pressure of his family to not screw up, to not lose overgrew everything else.
There only became one explanation for not getting results, and that is not working hard enough.
Corners should not be cut.
And what used to be the white to his black life, slowly turned grey. It slowly but surely kept growing darker.
Everything is connected in volleyball.
Sachirou got frustrated at his mistakes.
He got annoyed with the connected mistakes.
He looked down at his calloused hand and pictured the red that was stained to his friend’s skin.
He pressed his hand against the stone wall that went along with the sidewalk and roughly dragged his knuckles across the stone, leaving a trail of red behind.
  He didn’t stop until someone- now his second friend- Kourai Hoshiumi, roughly tugged his backpack away from the wall, thus moving him as well.
Kourai was on the same team as him.
Kourai was a ball of orange.
Orange is a combination of yellow and red and is considered an energetic color.
Orange calls to mind feelings of excitement, enthusiasm, and warmth.
Orange draws attention.
Kourai draws attention.
Kourai is the color orange just as the girl next door is the color purple, and just like the girl next door’s mother is the color red.
Having the human embodiment of the color orange cringe at his now reddened hand made the thoughts that were rested in his mind come forward.
Salty tears went down his face and he finally admitted that the thing that used to be white is now black.
It felt nice to talk with a new person that wasn’t the purple girl next door.
The orange person had such a straightforward way of thinking that Sachirou couldn’t help but follow along.
That maybe he just had his fill.
It’s not like that all the muscle he built up will just vanish just because he wanted to quit.
You can always quit.
Sachiruo’s new friend (color) left it at that after he was satisfied that the red on Sachirou’s hand wouldn’t grow any larger.
The girl next door’s previous words made sense to him now.
The black and the unknown didn’t seem as suffocating now.
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Sachirou draped a blanket over their shoulders as they sat side by side on a dry log, letting their feet dangle in the crystal blue waters of the creek.
He spoke to her about what transpired when he met the color orange just the other day.
She scolded him for the red that now stained his knuckles.
But she praised him for learning that it was okay to just stop.
He smiled down at the girl beside him and watched as she took his reddened hand in hers as if she could erase it from his skin.
Sachirou asked her what she wanted to do in the future.
The girl only looked up at the sky as if it would give her the answer.
She answered him with a shrug before turning the question around on him.
Sachirou pursed his lips and looked in front of them, staring at the vibrant green trees that surrounded them.
Green.
Green is the color of life.
Green is the color of renewal, nature, and energy.
It is associated with meanings of growth, harmony, freshness, safety, and environment.
It is the color that helps alleviate anxiety, depression, and nervousness.
Maybe that’s why he felt his heart rest as he turned back to her with his answer.
Sachirou always liked animals.
Animals are said to help lower blood pressure, reduce anxiety, and decrease depression.
Interacting with animals increases levels of the hormone oxytocin.
Oxytocin is known as the ‘love hormone’ or ‘cuddle chemical’ because it is shown to be an important factor in human behaviors including recognition, trust, and anxiety.
Animals reminded Sachirou of the color green.
Green was one of Sachirou’s favorite colors.
Animals were one of Sachirou’s favorite things.
Animals were green, just as Kourai was orange, the girl next door was purple, and her mother is red.
A veterinarian.
That’s what he will do.
No more volleyball.
No more blackness from his family.
The sport of volleyball, which used to be black, slowly grew lighter, from black to grey.
Now all he has to do is figure out how to erase the red that was on his friend’s skin.
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At age 16, Sachirou Hirugami finally stood up for what he wanted.
After he had been thoroughly convinced by the color orange and the color purple, Sachirou confronted his blackened family about the matter.
His parents were disappointed, yet Sachirou couldn’t find it in himself to care about it.
His lack of concern overpowered the disappointment of his parents.
After an awkward dinner that night, Sachirou whisked the girl next door away to the creek so he could spill everything that was bottled inside.
He immediately frowned once he saw the harsh red that was battered along her skin.
He used the freshwater from the creek to rinse off the very fresh red wounds.
Sachirou released the thoughts he has been thinking about for the last ten years of his life.
He finally burst out and called her a hypocrite.
He asked why she never relied on him the way he relied on her.
He grabbed purple by the wrist and tugged her into his body, wrapped her up in his arms.
Sachirou watched as tears came down from her eyes.
That moment reminded him of the color dark blue.
Dark blue represents integrity, knowledge, power, and seriousness.
Importance, confidence, and authority.
A color that reminded him of black, but its not quite there.
The seriousness of the world around them.
The power that their families held over them.
The newfound knowledge on how to break the chains that tethered them to the ground.
The importance of each other’s presence and how they fixed each other.
Two people trying to find the way home.
They wanted to run with each other and never stop.
A purple girl who lives under a tyrant red mother, and a boy who is crumbling with the pressure of his blackened family to conform to their beliefs.
They were going to find their way out together.
They were born to run.
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Pink represents joy, sexuality, passion, sensitivity, and love.
Pink signifies romance and friendship.
Pink is what Sachirou felt once he recognized his feelings towards the girl next door.
Pink is what was shown on his face when he talked to Kourai about his feelings towards his best friend.
Pink went well with purple.
Orange stood by the side and watched as pink and purple fell into a nice magenta.
Love is a quiet emotion that in time becomes part of the oxygen you need to breathe, and so though you may not be sure that it’s there, any form of removal and the emotions begin to choke.
Love is what Sachirou felt towards the purple in his life.
He didn’t really know when it started, but infatuation turned into a deep yearning and that turned into a burning passion of pure unadulterated love.
Meeting her was fate, being her friend was a choice, and falling in love was bound to happen.
Purple was the one who painted his world with the colors he loved so much.
Purple was the one who keeps him shielded, defending him from the brutality.
Purple was the one he would die a thousand times over for.
He feels her pain raging in his soul, and it turns the red in his veins to a nice light pink.
The blue helped him and purple come together.
Sachirou chose purple.
And now as he explained his feelings towards purple, purple chose him.
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Sachirou planned to go to University in Tokyo.
Tokyo was far from Nagano, where they lived.
245.5 kilometers or 152.5 miles to be precise.
Tokyo would be their new creek, their new blue.
As said before, blue represents freedom, justice, perseverance, vigilance, peace, prosperity, and patriotism.
Tokyo would be all those things to them once they leave high school.
Tokyo would also represent green.
Green is the color of life, renewal, nature, and energy.
Growth, harmony, freshness, safety.
Tokyo would become blue-green.
Tokyo is the renewal of their lives and the newfound freedom they would get once they left Nagano.
Purple wanted to be a writer.
She would go to school in Tokyo and work for a degree in English and Journalism.
Sachirou would work for a degree in Medicine.
They would work with each other to accomplish their dreams.
Sachirou thought purple would be a great writer. She had a way with words that just made them stick in his brain.
Her words reminded him of the color yellow.
Yellow is exciting without being loud or angry.
It is a warm, soft color, like a baby chick, or the warmth of sunlight in springtime streaming through a window, warming up a patch on the carpet.
If her words were a physical thing, he would ask if he could sit near them on a cold day.
Yellow is the color that stands for wisdom, intellect, logic, memory, concentration, will-power, and communication.
Her words matched her very well.
Purple goes well with yellow after all.
Sachirou would need her yellow words to get him through life.
He would take purple and her yellow words to the place where blue and green shine most.
He would take them both away from the red and black that suffocated them for so long.
He would run with purple until he dropped.
They would never look back.
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At the age of 18, Sachiro and the girl next door sat side by side on the brown log that was by their creek.
The little promise in his pocket felt very heavy as he traced it through his pants.
He eyed the red that was still on purple’s skin.
It was getting smaller, but it was still there nonetheless.
Purple eyed him because he was so quiet.
He shakily grabbed her hand and opened it gently.
He placed the promise that was in his pocket into her hand and turned his head so he wouldn’t have to see her reaction.
Purple grinned up at him and grabbed his chin, tenderly forcing him to face her.
Her twinkling eyes were filled with tears, not the sad kind, but the happy kind.
She slid the ring on her finger and admired the tiny amazonite jewel that sat so neatly on top of it.
Amazonite was a blue-green stone that represents truth, honor, integrity, hope, and trust.
The stone is said to provide comfort after an emotional upset.
Sachirou hoped he could be amazonite to his purple.
Purple reassured him that he was more than just amazonite to her.
Purple said he was everything to her.
He silently agreed that purple was everything to him as well.
That day, Sachirou promised himself to purple, and purple promised herself to him.
He had to thank the human personified version of the color orange for helping him pick out the promise for his purple.
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March; the season of goodbyes.
In Japan, the school year ends in March and begins in April.
The loneliness of saying goodbye and hope for a new start begins in March.
Sachirou associated the month of March with Aquamarine.
Aquamarine has an affinity with sensitive people.
It invokes tolerance of others and overcomes judgmentalism, giving support to those overwhelmed by responsibility.
It was one of Sachirou’s favorite colors.
Sachirou got together with his purple and orange.
He didn’t waste time and immediately gave the second button of his uniform to purple.
It was a tradition for lovers to give the 2nd button of their school uniform to their loved one as a memento.
Purple was his loved one, so it only made sense.
Kourai laughed at the pink that dusted their cheeks, only for them to turn around and laugh at him once a girl strolled up to him and blatantly asked for his number.
Kourai was going to Tokyo as well.
Kourai was not going to college.
Kourai got offered a position on a Division 1 professional volleyball team in the V-Leagues.
The Schweiden Adlers.
That team has the colors white, orange, and dark blue.
Sachirou thought it suited his friend very well.
Kourai would fly to tremendous heights on that team while Sachiro and purple worked their brains into dust in college.
Kourai threatened to kill them both if they didn’t stay in contact despite going to the same city.
Kourai wasn’t simply a good friend. He was the orange that became a part of Sachirou’s soul, just as purple had.
Purple and orange complimented each other well. Just like purple and yellow.
Purple and orange were the colors that dominated his life now.
Orange is the wind that howls and purple is the gentle center of the storm.
Purple and orange gave consistent love, patience, and warmth to Sachirou.
Purple and orange kept him bound yet free, they let him fly yet kept him grounded, they made him drunk in laughter yet kept him sober.
Orange is the intense, glamorous sparks of fire and hot energy.
Orange is leaving the windows down on a car, and having the radio is on so loud that your ears are bleeding.
Orange doesn’t notice the speed limit, yet they still have a clean driving record.
Purple is the soothing, serene sounds of chatting, venting, and laughing.
Purple let him spend hours on end just being himself. No mask was needed to hide behind. Not a mask of happiness, not a mask of coping, just himself. He could be honest and get heartfelt advice.
After all, purple and orange compliment each other.
And March is the season of goodbyes.
Goodbye to the black and red and clouded their lives.
Goodbye to the red that stained purple’s skin.
Goodbye to the black who drove their son to the point of self-harm.
Goodbye volleyball.
Goodbye Nagano.
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AN: Ahh! Thank you for reading! If you have any questions, please let me know <3
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doubleshuck · 3 years
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[Story credit: /u/cryinginchurch]
Sorry this is so long! I haven't told anyone besides some family members this.
This happened when I was about 13 or so. It was summertime and I was on vacation with my parents, we had hit the road and driven quite a ways to visit my older sister who lived across the country. After spending time together and sharing supper we decided to call it a night. My parents slept in my sisters bedroom and she slept in the neighbouring room with her small son.
It's important to note a few things at this point. My mother is a round, short woman with very delicate, feminine features. She has round glasses and that night went to bed in a long, blue night gown. My sister on the other hand, is very tall and athletically built, taking after my dad in regards to her facial features. She too has glasses but unlike my mother, hers were square shaped. She went to bed in a shorter, orange and striped nightgown. These small but substantial differences are key.
Now, since all of the bedrooms were full, I was given a blanket and pillow to sleep on the couch with. Of course like any kid, I watched TV for a few hours, well into the night. At around 4 am it dawned on me that we had plans for the next day so I should try and get some rest. After tossing and turning for about an hour or so, I gave up an just laid on my back staring at the stars visible from the near by window. As the natural light flooded the room from the sun rising I flipped through some photo albums. I did this for a while, not having slept at all the entire night. At this point I was pretty bored and lonely, hoping someone would wake up soon and talk to me.
Around 8 am, I heard a door slowly open and someone came out into the hallway. At my sisters house, the living room is sunken in and a small staircase of maybe 3 steps leads to the raised kitchen and dining room. The hallway is also in this raised area and connects to the bathroom and bedrooms. In the living room there is a doorless archyway that leads down to the basement and laundry room. This means that I could look up and see what was going on in the dining area from the couch.
This person hummed a little and then was caught off guard by a table in the dining room, full of framed pictures of family my sister had on display. I don't know how to describe the way they looked at the photos besides saying they were bewildered by them. Maybe even enchanted, letting out an occasional "Oh!" and "Ahh!".
I could tell it was a woman but I wasn't sure if it was my mother or sister. This was strange because like I said, they looked alike but were also very distinguishable. I also felt this weird feeling because everyone in my family has seen these photos many times and I'd even say may own a few copies of their own of those exact same photos, so why act so amazed by them?
I said "Hey! Ma? What're you doing?" in a nervous yet warm voice. No response. Okay then, it was my sister. "Hey, Good Morning _____! What are you making your dear sibling for breakfast?" No response. Huh. I knew I was definitely loud enough, they had heard me for sure.
That uneasy feeling in my stomach grew stronger now, and I had no idea why. The likeness of my sister and mother was there, so it wasn't like a stranger or something. Then I noticed something very off, they were wearing a knee length, blue and orange striped nightgown. Their height wasn't short but it wasn't tall either, it was average. They had a muscular build but could not be called skinny either. The hair was the same colour as both my sister and mothers and so was the skin colour. My heart sank and I thought who the hell is this? Maybe someone stayed overnight? But how could they have, I had laid right beside the front door all night..
When they turned around and went to inspect another photograph on a wall near that staircase, their face made my heart sink. It was a hybrid of my mother and sisters most discernible features, with glasses that were round on the bottom but squared on the top. Their eyes were not my mothers or my sisters. They were very wide and unnerving and darted all around the walls very quickly. Very excitedly. It was as if my mother and sister had been Frankenstein-ed together into one person.
My knee jerk reaction after seeing their face was to scooch my legs in and pretend I was sleeping. I could feel the veins in my neck beating very hard and my breathing became very loud and laboured. Whoever the hell it was, came down the stairs and looked around the living room with that same excitement. I don't know how to explain how scared I was as it came closer to me. I thought maybe if I stayed quiet it would pass by me. I was also scratching and pinching myself now, in case I was asleep without realizing it. The pain was very real, I was awake.
The thing, I watched with my eyes squinted took up an interest in a photo album I had left on the table, very close to me. Then, probably the worst thing that could have happened, happened. My sisters portable home phone rang. My sister had answered a call last night and had put the phone on the couch's frame between the wall and its cushions. The things face became very alarmed and it turned in my direction and saw me and became very, very angry. I opened my eyes and looked at her in her face and just stared back, with my entire body trembling. Its eyes were pure black, total darkness like two huge pupils staring right at me and furious. It opened its mouth unnaturally wide and screamed NOOOOOO at me, then turned and darted down the stairs to the basement where I heard a door slam shut and it kept yelling NO NO NO NO NO!. I stared at the archway for a long time, still shaking and digging my nails into my arm, begging to wake up because I was so afraid it would come back, wishing I was just dreaming.
An hour must have passed like that, I did not move. It had stopped yelling and this was for some reason even scarier than when it had been yelling because at least then I was sure it was downstairs and not slowly climbing back up the stairs to fillet me alive.
I heard a door open again from the hallways upstairs and stared at it, full of adrenaline at this point. It was my mom, exactly herself and in the right nightgown. she was humming as she put on coffee and started making toast. another door opened, my sister this time. Fully as she had looked before heading off to bed. She and my mom talked for a bit and I just stared at them. My sister eventually saw me staring at her over the banister and yelled "Haha, what the hell! Why are you just staring at me, why didn't you say something?" I replied back in a very shaky voice "I did... twice." They looked at each other as if to say Huh? and I told my mom I hadn't slept yet and she said that was a big mistake, etc. I are breakfast with them and then realized eventually I was awake and had really not slept at any point that night. I decided against my judgment to tell them what had just happened, in case it came upstairs to hurt them.
They pretty much laughed at me and told me I had just fallen asleep and imagined it/ Told me I was nuts. My sister told me to go sleep with my nephew and asked me to try and fix the screen in her room as it had somehow fallen out of the window onto the floor in the night.. :'|
On my way to her room, I walked by that table in the dining room and noticed all of the frames were moved and in different places than last night. I pointed this out very excitedly like SEE!? SEE? and my sister just shrugged it off and said her son liked looking at them. I kept pressing the issue so my sister (much to my hysterical protest) went to the basement in every room just to make me shut up about it. She didn't see anything unusual.
I laid in the bed and did not sleep a wink. I still think about it from time to time and did not ever sleep on that couch again, opting instead to sleep in the floor of the room my parents were in and locking the door.
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tsukkiscookies · 4 years
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私の嘘
“love is sentimental, after all.”
genre: somewhat angst
pairing: kageyama x reader
word count: 1k
special thanks to @loneveenas for beta-ing this! i really appreciate it <3
kageyama is really ooc here 🤧 let’s just say he’s a man of very few words, but his head be full of thoughts :P
or just pretend that this is a sweet!kageyama au lmao
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my love,
on your sixteenth birthday, i told you three things.
one truth, two lies.
back then, we were seated on the floor, by the corner round the vending machine. two milk cartons was all it took to start this little tradition - with our backs slumped against the wall, we’d ramble about our day, talking about our highs and our lows.
but that day, it was different, yet it felt the same.
you came, puffing and panting with a stack of textbooks in your hands. we sipped on our milk in comfortable silence, looking at the beautiful greenery ahead of us.
but you were the only beautiful scenery that i had eyes for.
the first truth: “i love you.”
i meant to tell you this for the longest time ever, but i never knew when to bring it up. part of me regrets blurting this out all of a sudden, but i couldn’t lie to you about this. i can’t lie about my feelings for you, after having suppressed them at the bottom of my chest for so long. to have said these three words to the right person, to have said them while meaning every single word of it, what more could hurt my worthless pride?
my bruised ego.
you tilted your head back in laughter, hair flowing down your back so gracefully. milk box in hand, your cheeks puffed up, cheerful laughter echoing within the walls.
my heart broke, because i knew you didn’t see me that way.
“tobio-kun, don’t be silly. of course i love you too, we’ve been best friends for so long.”
not like that.
“just as friends, of course. happy birthday, pumpkin,” was the first lie i told.
you didn’t think too much of it, and gave me a happy thanks as a response. but you will never know how much hearing you say that phrase broke me. like a farmer pouring all his love into the seeds he sows only to have a bad harvest, the seeds of love that i sowed for you, i could never reap.
i didn’t realise that i was lost in my own thoughts - thoughts about not being able to hold those precious hands in mine, or not being able to feel your beautiful smile against mine, or not having your comfortable warmth wrapped in my arms.
everyone always told me that i’d be the last one to fall in love - how wrong they were. to be fair, i thought the same too, having my head always wrapped around volleyball and my failing grades. but that was until i realised that i was falling, falling so hard and so deep in this curse we call love.
and i’ll forever blame myself for not realising this earlier, because those loving eyes only shone for another man, who didn’t see you the same way as i did, who wasn’t me. i wasn’t willing to sacrifice this friendship of ours that we treasure so much, in the feeble fear that what once was ours would be brutally taken away by the cruel hands of time.
i guess there’s only so much i can do.
you snapped me out of my thoughts, asking why i was so detached, so spaced out.
i wish i could have told you that it was because of this craven heart of mine and its feelings for you, but i was scared of losing what we have. of losing this greed and this want for more, of losing you to someone else, of losing you to the forgetfulness of time.
so i told you my second lie.
“why would i tell you everything when you’re not the one i’m in love with?”
i couldn’t tell you. not because it’s a secret, but because i’m a coward.
“tobiooo, you know you can tell me anything right? i’ll always be here to listen.”
i know that, love. i’ve always known. but seeing those concerned eyes of yours gazing down on mine just breaks my heart more.
in retrospect, i don’t even know why i told you the first truth in the first place. because one more year and we’re out of here, each pursuing our passions, a million miles apart. and i’d be a mere paragraph, part of a chapter of a book we call life.
but even if you said the same words to me, and even if you forget me when those long years have passed, i can smile in my dreams knowing that you once looked my way, even if only for a fleeting moment.
i know i’ll never muster up the courage to say that one truth to you in person in the near future, but even without me telling you, i hope you know that. as a friend, or as a lover- it doesn’t matter anymore, because i’m happy as long as you know that.
so till the next time i muster up my courage to get you to look my way, i hope you’ll remember me in all the little things. i hope that milk and blueberries still remind you of me. i hope that the colour blue still reminds you of me. heck, i even hope the sight of failing grades reminds you of me.
and even if you look into another man’s eyes and tell him the three words i told you, i want you to remember that i loved you first.
and no one really forgets the first time they fall in love, because i know that it changed my life forever. because the little daisies by the roadside remind me of your beauty, the fragrance of sweet mangoes remind me of the sweet summertime memories that we share. it’s because of love that all these little things look so beautiful, so love me, love me not, here’s my thank you for showing me the beauty in everyday life.
i don’t know why i’m getting so sentimental over this, we’re still seeing each other nearly every day.
but i guess love is always sentimental after all.
love,
tobio.
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the words in the title are in japanese, and they translate to “my lie”.
so i intended to post this by like midnight but i’m too tired to stay up and i don’t know how queue works so here you go >w< first time i’m sleepy by 10pm
cheesy babies: @akaashichigo @haikkeiji @annalyn-annalyn @mlkytobio @sosugasweet @cali-writes-sometimes @simping4ratsumu @shishinoya @ushiwakaa @from-left-to-write @akaashit-baeji @agaassi @hanibuni @cupofkenma @kawanisshi @briswriting @bubbleteaa @miyuswriting @raevaioli @ouikarwa @hakueishirei @keiji-n @asranomical @chxrry-wxne @estherwritess @pineapplekween @airybby
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neoncrowpen · 4 years
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Hello! I recently discovered your blog and really wanted to place an request Could you make an imagine Viserys where he falls in love with a Stark reader but she is already promised to someone else? It is as if Viserys switched places with Rhaegar. It can have several chapters or just one. 💖😙😘💕
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The sky poured while Viserys ran back inside in a hurried fashion when he saw you for the first time. Your signature red hair had darkened and stuck to your face and cheek.
“Y/N Stark,” Viserys smiled. “When did you arrive here?”
“Just now,” you laughed lightly. Viserys nodded to the door.
“Apologies for the weather,” Viserys offered his arm to you when you noticed him swallowing hard. Your dress had stuck to parts of your body, revealing your figure. “You’ve grown up a lot since we last saw each other.”
You attempted to laugh it off again, but it soon trailed off as your father rounded the corner.
“Prince Viserys,” Ned Stark greeted.
“Lord Stark,” Viserys changed his demeanor immediately in front of you. His back straightened, he stood taller, and he looked down on your father. “Apologies for the rain. I trust you’ve had a good ride in?”
Ned Stark had accepted Prince Rhaegar’s invitation to King’s Landing on the business of the Wall. The Eldest Prince had taken a sudden interest to it when he had heard white walkers were seen. Ned brought his daughters, Y/N and Sansa, with him for an entirely different reason.
“She’s betrothed?” Viserys felt a punch to his stomach when Rhaegar had delivered the news. “To who?”
“Renly Baratheon,” Rhaegar’s laughter had not gone unnoticed. “They’ll drive each other nuts. Or maybe they’re a perfect fit? Renly can pretend that Y/N has a long cock. She may as well have one! She swings a sword better than him.” Viserys scoffed.
“Anyone can swing a damn sword better than Renly Baratheon,” Viserys muttered. Rhaegar sat forward, a wicked smile set upon his smile.
“That’s an incredible observation from someone who’s never had to swing a sword at an enemy.”
Viserys tightened his grip on his sword, Ironfyre, and attempted to calm his temper. Both of his siblings had faced his short temper several times before. Daenerys used to cower before him. Rhaegar mocked his brother at every opportunity he could. It was not easy to live inside your Crown Prince Brother’s shadow.
Viserys started practicing and sparring immediately. He would prove to his brother that he was the better swordsman. Viserys’ temper bested him on his first day, losing him his swordsmaster. Viserys watched Ser Hugo stomp away in anger and cursed himself.
“Oh,” Y/N reacted. Upon seeing the prince by himself, your knees tucked in. You were thankful Viserys couldn’t see the obvious embarrassment. “I thought I heard sparring. I apologize—
“No, it’s alright,” Viserys looked up to you. You wore a normal dress for summertime. Nothing awfully fancy, but your own sword stood out. As much as Catelyn protested, your Aunt Lyanna had gifted you her first sword, RoseThorn, for your birthday. RoseThorn glittered with blue sapphires on the pommel and hilt. The blade herself was forged with obsidian.
Viserys’ eyes widened. “Dragonglass.”
“Oh,” you immediately show RoseThorn off. It’s routine with any Targaryen in the palace. Many had chastised you for having the dark blade, even more jugdment was placed on you when they found out you were the owner of the blade, not a Targaryen male. Viserys studied you showing off the blade. His eyes narrowed on your face. You lowered your eyes.
“Are you ashamed of it?” Viserys asked.
“No! I love her! I only thought you wanted to see it,” you explained. Viserys’ finger tucked under your chin and brought your face closer to his. His eyes solely focused on you.
“Then be proud of her,” Viserys snapped his fingers with an idea. “I want to get to know your blade in the old fashioned way. Do you think you could teach me?” Viserys brandished his blade to you. And it began.
You never thought your days at King’s Landing would be spent with the second eldest prince. Viserys barely ever left your side. You didn’t become his teacher, but a close confidante. He told you his grievances with Rhaegar, his father even. His swordsman skills bettered every time you swung at him. Secretly, he had debated throwing his blade away entirely and having you to himself. During feasts, Viserys and you spent your time judging others rather than eating. He constantly rode horses with you. Soon, rumors would fly around.
 Rumors your father had a strict opinion on.
 “That’s not fair,” you calmly explained to your father. It was hard to breathe when you held your tears in. Your father raised you well. You would not show weakness. “I find a wonderful friend and now you take him away. I thought we were supposed to learn diplomacy.”
“Not like this,” Ned crossed his arms. “Your marriage with Renly Baratheon will not be tainted with scandal. You’re a Stark. Your name means honor.”
“And the Targaryen name?” you spat. “Does your king’s name not bring honor?” The question hung in the air, but you knew the answer. Robb had saved you the trouble of snooping on your own. The Targaryen dynasty used to inspire heroes and legends, and now as their dragons dwindled and their fierceness turned to weakness, the dynasty meant nothing.
Except for an opportunity for Robert Baratheon, a lord hungry for war.
You had a fortnight to escape this marriage entirely. You would never be happy with Renly. He was kind and gentle, unlike his brothers. He also preferred men. You met him once, and you watched his eyes as they spent time on Robb. You would not marry a man who would replace your face with your brother’s every time you went to bed.
You held your face in your hands and tried to drown out everything. The sea’s waves helped you breathe easier. The sea…
“Y/N?” You ran into his arms as soon as you heard him. His hands ran through your red hair, soothing you. “You don’t want to marry him, do you?”
He realized your awful truth when you were around Ned. You weren’t his best friend anymore. In front of everyone else, you were the dutiful daughter. The obedient one. Soon, you would be the good, obedient wife. You wouldn’t be his best friend anymore. Or anything to him. 
He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but his chest ached for both of you. 
You shook your head and mumbled an answer for him. Viserys pushed you away from him enough to look at your reddened face.
“Oh, I’m so selfish,” Viserys finally said. “I had a terrible thought. I hate it here. I hate Rhaegar. I hate these people. I wanted to go far away from here and take you with me.” Your grip on Viserys tightened. He winced.
“I’m sorry!”
“No, please,” you pleaded. “Keep talking.” Viserys froze when you gave you your full attention. His face softened and he smiled.
“You’re my very best friend, do you know that?”
“Of cou—
“You don’t,” Viserys cut you short. “You don’t know what that means. The weight it carries. You make me incredibly happy. I think we can be happy together…somewhere else.”
“Somewhere else,” you repeated. Your eyes looked out to the sea once more. It didn’t take too many words or too much fuss. Both of you snuck out in the middle of the day to the docks. While crowds of people hid you from guards, you and Viserys set sail to Essos.
After the fall of the Targaryen dynasty, fools and bards travelled cross the lands with new songs. Some songs were happy and silly. Other songs were sung only in somber tones and respect. They laid down the last dragon. One song was sung by those who wished for true love. A maiden found luck in singing the same song before her wedding. The same song would be sung all the way to Essos.
Her hair was fire as his was ice. Her sword and his own together, bound.
What else can be said of the dragon and the wolf?
What they needed, they discovered in each other, found.
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nobodyeverasked · 4 years
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chasing fire; park woojin
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Summary: What you don’t know can’t kill you, but what you do hurts like hell.
It seemed like yesterday when Y/N's heart was ripped out of his chest by the hands that used to cherish his skin and run through his hair under the evening sunlight. When all he wanted to say was stuck in his throat and suffocating him like a thick smog, and when the starlight burned like wildfire as he ran out to the empty midnight road...
Oh wait, it was. 
It was yesterday, when the man who he shared all of his precious firsts, seconds and thirds with left him withered just before their bedroom door as he poured the symphonies of his love out to somebody else. The room that housed their safest sounds behind a gate of dancing grey drapes and under the sapphire spotlight of the many crescent moons felt like nothing but a fantasy gone sour. All of the tears that ripped through his chest and the sounds that he heard… But he didn’t say a thing.
He didn’t say a damn thing.
Park Woojin, how could you have hurt a person so?
Y/N was so desperate, so in need of that special love that Woojin said they had that the day after, he couldn’t help but smile as Woojin’s hands found themselves on his waist at their lockers. No matter if Woojin has done the same exact thing to anybody else, worshipped another’s hips like Y/N’s, kissed other lips like Y/N’s. Woojin was right here, right now, soaking him in like the moonlight that glazed over their own sweat-soaked chests once upon a time, back when Woojin made Y/N feel like a shining star upon a dying night, a vibrant sunset over beaches burnt black and laid to waste. But at this point, he didn’t know what he felt like to Woojin anymore. A replaceable body that he would hold so close to his chest? Expendable lips that he would ignite into flames and catch between their teeth? Y/N didn’t know anymore.
“Hey, babe.” Woojin said as he let his hands wander across Y/N’s waist and up his chest, the smile that’s left Y/N breathless too many times to count shining under the morning light pouring through the windows of their College. It was brilliant, like the ivory sands dancing around their summertime kisses and like the coral sunlight that melts on Y/N’s skin whenever Woojin holds his hands and whispers his ‘I love you’s to him like a swansong. Woojin pressed a kiss to Y/N’s neck looking over the textbooks he picked out of his locker, playing with Y/N’s fingers that glossed over a few of the pages. How could Woojin make this feel so normal? Why was he so good at pretending?!
“Hey b-” Y/N didn’t know if he could finish that, but he wanted to be in Woojin’s arms so bad, and the shimmering sparks in Woojin’s eyes made him want to keep drowning in the clouds of his sweetest daydreams forever. “B-babe…” Y/N crept his hands up Woojin’s arms as he turned around, Woojin’s grin immediately catching his own. He didn’t know how to end the warzone in his brain, stopping his hands from tracing any further upon Woojin’s arms. He was almost thankful Woojin pulled back and turned around as soon as the bell rang, but he couldn’t help but remember the days when they would linger in each other's arms until a teacher had to yell at them to get to class.
The good old days have gone, Y/N just hasn’t let himself realize that yet. The good old days where Woojin meant every murmur under the night skies they ignited together; Y/N wanted them, needed them to be real. Did Woojin pretend back then too?
Was he just someone that Woojin could just sweeten up and taste when he gets bored?
No matter how true that thought was, all Y/N wanted was to feel Woojin atop him, murmuring those prayers into his skin no matter how false. Forging those words of their worn legend between their tongues. Blankly worshiping Y/N’s body under the ivory candlelights of the stars and between the tides of cherry chapstick. The thought, that very prompt in his head was the truest thing he’s heard from himself in ages. Y/N still loved Woojin with all of his heart, though. Even when Woojin broke it, when it healed, it’s pieces came stumbling after him like the first day they met.
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As soon as his English teacher dismissed their class, he wound around the corner, his legs dragging him towards Woojin’s locker as if it was second nature to him - to gravitate to anything that drifted in Woojin’s nova. He finally made it to his locker, weaving between small crowds of students and letting his tense, shaky sighs dissipate into the chatter surrounding him. 
Should I bring it up? Y/N let his thoughts consume him as silence began to grow and cling to him like Woojin’s cologne every night they pressed each other up on plaza fences and walls. The darkness eclipsing his reason and the heat bubbling under his fingertips made it that much harder to smile as Woojin approached him with a bright one. Y/N kept his eyes down, eyes trained on the silver ring that ‘would always be with him when I wasn’t’ as Woojin oh-so poetically put it that one night they lay on his bed, legs intertwined and flames of admiration searing lingering touches. 
Should I bring it up? Y/N looked up at his boyfriend as they greeted each other, the silken velvet of Woojin’s lips ghosting his neck making his thoughts trip over their words. The gentle touch that kneaded into his waist drowning them out of his head entirely, but only for a second as a call to Woojin’s name snapped them out of this bliss that drowned them both in years’ worth of pleasant memories. Pleasant memories that Y/N wishes were real to them.
“Oh…” Y/N could hear Woojin’s breath hitch as their attention was dragged over to a man way too familiar to Y/N… Way too familiar. 
It was the other man that was in Woojin’s bed, entwined in his arms - Y/N’s second home - the man who soaked in the sapphire moonlight that Y/N thought was special, that he thought only shone for them. Y/N could feel the heat of anger, sadness and regret bubble up his throat and billow in his chest, the flames of this unrelenting unease lapped at Y/N’s heart and made the doubts of his worthiness to feel Woojin’s skin meld with his own that much louder. 
He was too blinded by the images of this man dressed in the sheets that once draped over his and Woojin’s shoulders and painted in the lilac tapestries of passion that Y/N knew were no less than nothing to Woojin now. He could feel Woojin’s touch leaving him, fingertips drawing away from his own even though an arm was still wrapped around his waist, hands keeping him close. 
Woojin’s chest will never feel as warm as it used to just a day ago, as if the candlelights of their admiration could be blown away with only one of this man’s heavy breaths that he heard through Woojin’s bedroom door.
“What do you want, Nathan?” Woojin said curtly, a tone of distaste moulding his words. Y/N shivered at the name, and remembered how it resonated in Woojin’s throat, through the lips that would once sing a song of him. Y/N knows that their midnight melodies would never sound the same since the night Nathan’s tongue took its place between Woojin’s teeth.
“I just wanted to say hi.” Nathan gave a small wave, completely disregarding Y/N’s presence. Y/N could see it now, the flames of Woojin’s admiration dripping from his smirk, the worn cherry stains of Woojin’s kisses clinging to his neck and displayed on his skin. It taunted Y/N, beckoned the smokescreen of sadness to cloud his senses and keep his eyes on the floor. “Are you free after school today? I’d love to hang out.” Nathan kept going, combing his hair back with a small, devious smile. He eyed Woojin up and down, taking in the figure he had all to himself last night. Nathan waited for a response, but the silence egged him on - him and his perfect eyes, his perfect lips, his perfect hands, perfect body - Y/N understood now. “By the way, I like your sweater, it was comfy as hell.” Y/N unclung himself from the navy fabric of Woojin’s sweater. “Looks like you were thinking of me when you put that on. I think I look better in it though, Jinnie.” Nathan sneered.
Y/N remembered wearing that same exact sweater not too long ago, tied up in Woojin’s embrace on his couch, lost in his lips and ignoring the take-out on his kitchen counter. It was the sweater Woojin sent to him over the winter break prior,  just before he went on vacation, a portable hug that kept him warm on the white nights without his touch. It was more than cotton and polyester to him. 
Nathan… God-damn Nathan had the sweater too, the royal blue hugs that made Y/N’s grey skies clear as day. How? How could Woojin just give it to him, now he wonders if he really was the first to wear it; not just that sweater; but the first to wear Woojin’s kisses on his neck like diamonds, too?
“Nathan…” Woojin started but couldn’t finish, he knew what Nathan had said and what he had done, it was written all over the walls of the corridor and smudged on the lockers they onced pressed each other up on. How could Woojin have done this to the one person that understood him, that admired for all the things he was and wanted to be? The one who worshipped his imperfections like treasures and the one who poured their entire heart into every second they spent together? Woojin didn’t know, but all he did know is that he made the biggest mistake in his life, and will do anything to undo it.
“So it’s a yes?”
“No.”
Both Nathan and Woojin whipped around to the one trying so hard to keep his emotions in that they nearly burst from under his skin. Y/N raised his eyes to Nathan’s and could see Woojin’s reflection still lingering in them, still singing Nathan’s name, still cherishing Nathan’s body. A body that wasn’t Y/N’s, and he was done clinging onto this fading hope that everything is still going to be the same. Woojin flinched as Y/N took one more step, keeping his chin up as he tried his best to keep the tears from boiling over, and keep his sadness from spilling out on a person who barely deserved his time.
“He’s not free, he needs to talk to someone,” Y/N kept his composure, nails digging into his palms when all he got from Nathan was a cocked eyebrow. “Please? It’s important.”
“It won’t take all day-”
“Just fuck off, Nathan!” Y/N couldn’t keep it in anymore, just seeing his face, hearing his voice brought back all the memories he tried to scrub clean, all of the noises that burst through the gate of Woojin’s smile that would only part for him. It brought the sleepless night where Y/N lay crying to the stars what he did wrong and chasing his cries down Woojin’s street to haunt the withered hopes that everything could possibly go back to normal. Nathan winced as Y/N took a step closer, eyes no longer filled with the sparks of happiness Woojin once counted as they fell asleep, but lit ablaze by this sadness that writhed in him like a wicked flame.
“Fine, whatever. Have fun with your boyfriend.” Nathan left with a parting scoff. His glare settling upon a silenced Woojin once more before he rounded the corner. Y/N let a breath burst through his bitten lips that he barely knew he was holding, the numbness he felt while looking into Nathan’s eyes was unlike anything he’s ever felt. But he’s been feeling a lot of new stuff today.
“Thanks for that-”
“Park Woojin.” Y/N turned around to Woojin who just stood there, hands in his pockets and gaze weighted to the floor. Woojin has never had Y/N use his full name before, not even in their little arguments about who would hold the door next time or whether Marvel is better than DC. It was a bitter taste he knew he had to bite back and choke down. It was the bed he made for himself, and he will have to live knowing that when he wakes up, Y/N won’t be under him, soaking in the aurora blue tinting their most precious Sunday mornings.
“Y/N, please… It’s not what you think.” Woojin started, his tongue tripping over itself and the heat bubbling under his skin as he rummaged through his thoughts, desperately scratching at some hollow words to throw out into the hallway. Y/N tightened his fists, wedged his teeth into his bottom lip and took a couple steps closer. Was Woojin really trying to forge some hollow excuse right now? Was he really trying to fester a flame that was nothing but ashes? Y/N tried his hardest not to scream in pain or cry out in anger, the whirlwind in his head making it so much harder to look into the beautiful brown eyes that may have held some love for him.
“It’s not what I think, huh?” Y/N stepped back from Woojin’s desperate attempts to reach out for him. “I saw you two last night, and I was stupid enough for wanting to make it last.” Y/N looked at the ring on his finger, threatening to take it off, but a wince from Woojin stopped him, “I loved you, Woojin, and despite what everyone said, I thought you loved me too. But I guess the millions of times you said it was just bullshit.” Y/N saw all of their firsts in the galaxies embraced in Woojin’s dark brown eyes, all of the times they kissed under the winter stars, the coffee staining their early autumn mornings. The moonlight that drenched their skin during their nights on rooftops, and the black beaches that rendered themselves useless to the fires of admiration that soaked them. All of it started to play back like a cassette in Y/N’s mind, drawing him in this trance of flimsy nostalgia that constantly makes him think that everything will be better, that Woojin didn’t pray at another’s hips - an altar that wasn’t Y/N’s.
“Y/N-”
“What did I do wrong, Woojin? Did I really screw up that bad?”
“NO! Y/N, wait, please… Forgive me, give us one more chance.” Woojin’s words stumbled from under his tongue, reaching out to the young man that was so close, but so far away. He could feel the ivory tiled floor swallowing him whole, the sunlight they used to share together burning through his heart. Looking into Y/N’s eyes now, no longer holding the little fires of happiness that would always bloom around them whenever their lips met and sighs intertwined. Woojin couldn’t breathe, couldn’t live knowing that he made a mistake that would cost him the man he knew he was taking for granted.
“I’m afraid it isn’t as easy as either of us think, Woojin.” With every step Woojin took, Y/N inches away from him. Y/N’s heart burned the more he looked at the man he loved, not with a fire, but a poison. A toxin that ached in his chest and billowed through him like the clouds of their breaths that followed them on those winter nights that seemed like nothing but a blur to Y/N now. “It just took me one look at that asshole’s face to realize what I was doing to myself…”
“PLEASE! Y/N please!”
Tears ripped down Y/N’s cheeks and burned into his skin, his hitched breaths scratching at his throat and bursting through quivering lips. He slid the ring Woojin gave to him from off his fingers and shuffled towards him with a sad smile drenched from the rivers carved into his skin. Y/N dropped the ring into Woojin’s hands, leaving the memories with it.
“No, Y/N…”
“One heartbreak is more than enough-” Woojin throwing his arms around him cut him off in an instant, a desperate longing, a cry to stay echoing through his sobs into Y/N’s shoulder. His breaths ripped through Y/N’s skin and shook his bones, leaving him stunned, frozen still in the frigid, dark waters of sadness and regret numbing their senses. Y/N held Woojin’s face in his hands, his skin still feeling so warm, still threatening to ignite the stars under their skin. However, Y/N understood that the flames of admiration will never burn into them the same, that the sweetness that bloomed under their fingertips will just run bitter like ash. He knew that their memories tinted through ruby smiles and coral sunlight will fade to black and white and seep through their fingers. He knows that nothing will be the same, nothing will ever be the same. “Thank you for everything Woojin, I mean it.” 
“I’m so sorry, Y/N…” Woojin leaned his forehead onto Y/N’s, soaking in the velvet of Y/N’s sorrowful chuckles dancing between them for one last time. He knew what he did, and he knew that Y/N did too, he accepted his fate as soon as his clothes hit the floor last night, as soon as his lips cherished the skin of another.
“I know… I’ll forgive you, just not right now… I need to think, okay? We were both going to move on like nothing happened, and that would’ve destroyed us both.” Y/N cupped Woojin’s face, bringing him closer. Feeling the tears roll between his fingers and down his knuckles only twisted the daggers in his heart. Squeezing his eyes shut didn’t help him from seeing the lips that used to wait for his contorted in sadness and pain. 
“Goodbye, Woojin…”
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A Gift from the Ghost King
Inspired by this awesome headcanon from @give-nico-a-gun, thanks a ton for the inspo! It’s come to be a long-ish one, 2.2k words.
Trigger Warning: Mentions of Christianity and needles, but not in the medical context... it’s really just harmless and sweet.
Setting: General Riordanverse/PJOVerse with canon/established Solangelo.
Mentioned couples Christmas sweaters from the shop (link).
Note: because most people recognise American-English more than normal English, I’ve decided to go American this time, like dropping the u when I have to and using ‘sweater’ instead of jumper so that no-one gets confused (fingers crossed I do it properly).
Nico and Will, for all their opposites, had one major thing in common: they were raised Christian. Neither were quite sure why, since their mothers were well aware of the Greek pantheon of gods rather than a monotheistic one, but they supposed their childhood communities wouldn’t have taken sweetly to the change. 
Which meant the emo teen wasn’t focusing on Halloween this October, but on Christmas. Already. What do you get someone who claims to have it all? 
Talking to his friends didn’t help much. Most of them suggested medical equipment or a simple day off; there were even a few jokes about sunscreen that Nico didn’t quite understand. Those of them who knew Will better said they were buying him new arrows, notebooks or trinkets to fit his sunny-surfer-dude aesthetic - those were great ideas but Nico couldn’t copy them. Will knew him well enough to tell whether it was Nico’s idea or not. The pale teen scowled, wondering why he even asked. He was completely stumped. 
Until early November, that is, when Will began to drop hints. Nico only realised it when when his boyfriend convinced him into a store just to look at their collection of couples Christmas sweaters, covered with sickeningly sweet messages and nicknames.
"Aww. look Neeks - this one says ‘Don't go bacon my heart’!" Will laughed a laugh that turned Nico's cheeks to bright red, pointing at the sweater closest to them. It was attached to another one, reading ‘I couldn’t if I fried’, along with a drawing of a fried egg reaching out toward the other’s bacon.
The hints came a few more times before Nico swallowed his pride and decided to learn how to make one from scratch. Why DIY? Because everything Will did for Nico was done himself: from writing and playing his own music (nevermind how Will’s voice was definitely not winning X-Factor material), to the fake Mythomagic set full of realistic depictions of the gods, or the admittedly adorable summertime picnics with more food and baked goods than Nico could ever eat. Nico felt it was time to return the favor, and step one was learning how to knit.
It started clumsy and full of holes. Nico seemed to have a talent for dropping stitches. The section he was working on started too tight, then so loose that it was almost falling apart. After two weeks of constant secret practice, however, along with more YouTube tutorials and undone rows than he was willing to admit, Nico made something basically shaped like clothing. 
But it was just regular, boring clothing. Of course, Nico knew Will would be overjoyed at just that, but this was the first Christmas the couple planned to spend together, at camp. It was time to go big or go home.
Long story short, Nico swallowed his pride again: this time, to ask his step-mother how to embroider. He was met with suspicious glances and wary questions before Persephone began cooing in delight.
“Oh, that’s the cutest thing! Who knew you could be so soft?” She giggled, already rushing around for threads, test fabrics and needles. “Though I suppose you take after your father, he’s secretly a big softie, y’know - now, are we doing patches, appliques, or diving in the deep end and sewing right onto the yarn?” Nico had a rule not to dive into anything, but with Christmas soon approaching he had to learn fast. Somehow, too, he had to keep it a secret from Will. By December 10th, he’d pretended the wide-eyed needles poking out of his cabin floorboards were totally a prank from Cecile, and Hazel definitely left behind the scrap of paper filled with wobbly cursive last time she visited... Will simply hadn’t noticed. Nico was just glad his boyfriend didn’t have time to read what was on the paper before he snatched it away; that would have ruined it all.
Christmas came quickly, fronted by sleepless nights of embroidery and fingers full of pinpricks for Nico. But he was glad to have it done by Christmas Eve, all wrapped and stashed under the black tree in the Hades Cabin. Usually, he would be spending the night alone, but tonight a warm Will-shaped bundle of joy hugged him while they slept. Nico could only hope he would be as happy the next morning.
“Is this one from you?” Will asked, voice quiet with hidden excitement. Nico nodded, too nervous to speak, pulling at his plain hoodie. The wrapping fell away as Will teared and tugged, soon left left cradling a lump of fabric. “This is... beautiful, Nico!” The nervous boy’s chest sagged in relief, smile stealing onto his face as Will threw off the sweater he was wearing and donned the new creation, spinning around in his rush to the nearest mirror.
“Do you like it?”
“Oh Gods, Nico, of course! Did you make this? Thank you so much!” Will held it up before putting it on, gifting Nico with a laugh like soft rain pattering down on a warm summers day as he read the words out loud. “Significant Annoyance? That’s perfect!” Nico laughed with him, glad the nickname was still well-received, as the teen slipped it on.
He was the greatest model Nico could have asked for. A narrow frame showed off the fabric well: a stunning blue, deep and bright at the same time. Nico thought he’d chosen it because it was cheap, but when Will put it on he realised it’s because it matched the doctor's eyes perfectly. The body of it fit well, even if the arms were a little loose, which made Nico glad he hadn’t painstakingly added rows upon rows of purled stitching for a cute pattern or edge. It wouldn’t have been worth the struggle - the embroidered words were centerpiece enough. They spilled across Will’s chest in a haze of silver, grey and white; threads mixed and blended in the way Persephone had learn from Athena herself. The 20 letters had taken ages to get right, but to see them coupled with Will’s pure joy and excitement as he studied them in his reflection made all the effort worth it.
Needless to say, it beat Will’s gift to Nico that Christmas... which may or may not have been a good thing, because Will’s competitive nature soon swarmed up, and he was already making a gift of his own by the New Year.
“Kayla!” He rushed, panting, into the Apollo cabin from the infirmary. “Please tell me you know where I left my other needle?” Will held a lonely knitting needle in his right hand, pointing it at his half-sister.
“Laundry pile.” She replied, waving behind her towards said pile. It was mainly full of denim and orange cotton, but Will managed to extract the pale wooden tool after some digging. “Why, are you making something again?” It had been years since Will had done any knitting, having been taught by Malcolm Pace of the Athena Cabin during Will’s first few weeks at camp, so Kayla had every reason to be curious. 
“Yep.” Will fell onto his bed, after fishing out a ball of yarn from under it. “You know the sweater Nico made me?”
Kayla laughed, sitting up straight. “The one you’ve been wearing almost every day since?” 
“Yeah, I want to make him one too.”
“What, for Christmas next year or something? Are you just going to hand it to him now?” His head was bent too far over his busy fingers to see as she raised an eyebrow at him, but he knew her sass too well. 
“Oh, totally. You know me, just can’t wait to be organised and do everything in advance.” He grinned down at his work, shaking his head slightly with concentration. He didn’t want to drop a stitch, after all. “It’s his birthday on the 28th, I’m going to give it to him then.”
His sister aww-ed in delight, deciding (for once) to leave him be so that he could get it done on time. Will appreciated that, because he had a lot of work to do in the coming month - or, rather, 27 days.
Will certainly worked hard in those four weeks. Between shifts at the infirmary, general camp stuff and counselor responsibilities, he barely had time to himself let alone keep spending enough time with his boyfriend to make everything seem normal and knit him a sweater. Much like Nico had, he considered just buying one ready-made or getting someone else to help him, but he was eager to do it properly. So, it was a relief after sleepless nights and busy days that Will was finally finished with the sweater three days early; only the embroidery left. But Will was tired and had already misspelt half the terms on his latest patient file, so he had to keep it simple.
GHOST KING 👻  He finished, snipping the end of the silver-white thread. Will held it up to Kayla and the light, dusting off any last threads. “What do you think?”
“Ghost King...” Kayla read, a small smile on her face. “With a tiny ghost, too! That’s adorable, Will.” She wandered a little closer, inspecting the gift in the light cast from the sunrise. “You used a template, right? Because you can’t draw, and your handwriting has never been that good.”
“Geez, Kayla, no need to be so harsh.” Will smiled, clearly joking. “Of course I did, it’s got to be perfect for tonight.” It was already Nico’s birthday; Will stayed up all night to finish on time. Kayla knew this and sighed, deciding to make her brother get some rest.
“I’m covering your shift today, you need to sleep before you have your date tonight.” She decided, swinging Will’s bag over her own shoulder and giving his weary face a last look. “Seriously, sleep. I’ll make up some worthy excuse and tell Nico, he’ll understand.” Will protested for only a moment before yawning, and flopping down onto his bunk.  A sleep couldn’t hurt...
He woke up near sunset that day, almost time to meet Nico. It was a rush for him to get ready and properly awake, but he made it to the woods just as the sun disappeared below the horizon. 
“Will!” Nico waved from the edge, a small look of worry on his face. “I was, um... beginning to think you wouldn’t come.” He admitted, and Will felt his face burn in shame for making his boyfriend worry, even a little.
“Of course I’d come, I just slept in all day. Sorry.” He said, and they wandered a little deeper into the woods, searching for the clearing. Nico insisted it was no problem, which made Will feel more at ease. He was still excited, however, to show Nico what he made (the gift was hidden in his bag, with food for the birthday picnic). 
The two made their way into the clearing in content silence, Will secretly itching to see Nico’s reaction to his gift. But he remained as patient as he could, happy to enjoy Nico’s smiles, quiet laughs and stories, enjoying his birthday together in the peaceful way Nico loved. In fact, Will (and Kayla, but she was sworn to secrecy) was the only demigod at camp who knew it was the Italian boy’s birthday - all Nico’s other friends were off in New Rome or the mortal world, after all. It made for far less stress on Nico’s half: he didn’t want random people wishing him a happy birthday all day. No, Nico di Angelo was perfectly joyful to spend the night with his Significant Annoyance under the stars, especially when he surprised him with a gift.
“Here you go.” Will said, presenting a soft package wrapped in black paper with tiny ghosts. The Son of Apollo bought it specially for that, and the remaining roll would stay unused in his cabin except from wrapping Nico’s other gifts: so he was relived to see the other boy smile ever so slightly. 
“Thanks, Will.”
“Don’t thank me yet, you haven’t opened it!”
“Okay, okay!” He almost laughed, ripping the paper to reveal an equally dark sweater. “Wow, did you make this?” Will hummed in excited agreement, watching Nico unfold and hold it up to the moonlight. 
“Oh my Gods.” He read the words and for a moment Will thought he was going to hate it. But then Nico laughed - no, giggled -  a clear, pure sound cutting through the crisp air like a knife through cake. “It’s pretty cool, thanks Will.” The compliment wouldn’t seem like much to an outsider, but Will knew it meant a lot. Nico turned to look at the blond with his dark brown eyes, plain and simple in a way Will could get lost in forever. They were creased at the sides as he smiled, a true smile with his eyes that Will enjoyed so much. He looked good, too, with the well-fitting black sweater on, small letters and tiny illustration embroidered on the neckline. 
“Stop staring.” Nico suppressed a smile, going red as his boyfriend shook his head slightly before looking Nico in the eye again.
“Aww, but you look so cute!”
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