Ducky would like to request Oikawa x reader escaping the heat by snuggling up inside with a cold treat!
I shall leave song up to your choosing. Put me on peak please, Maestro.
FANK YEW :3333
Hey, Lover.
Now Playing: Headsprung (LL COOL J)
“What about this one, babe? I’m trying to look somewhat decent for the pool.” You stood from the entrance to the living room in yet another bathing suit. It had been about an hour and you had tried on at least 10 he thinks. He lost count after the olive green one with the black flowers on it; that one made him stop and stare for a second because holy shit, you were breath-taking.
“I think it looks great, honey.”
“You’re not even looking. Okay, so you think I look like a hippo and I should die. Got it.”
“That’s not what I said, don’t piss me off.” Sometimes his sarcasm and monotone voice makes you stop because it sounds real, then almost as if he was reading your mind, he softens subtly.
“Basically what you said. You called me an inverted ass bitch and told me to shut my big fat lipped having ass mouth.”
“Okay, first off, I have half a mind to rip it off you. Don’t get it twisted; keep talking and we’ll see where you end up in like,” He paused to check his watch. “Five minutes.” He replied nonchalantly, finally pausing to look up at you from his phone. It’s not that he was being an ass, he would never. Not to you, at least, but he wasn’t focused on you at that moment. He had recently gotten his tongue pierced, and now its healing stage has passed, so he gets to have fun with it.
“Okay, well, just pick one for me to wear to the pool.”
“Wear whatever you want, sweetheart. I’ll be the center of attention anyway because I’m that much of a showstopper.” That made you roll your eyes. Well, he was right. He was really fucking attractive. You must’ve had some sort of look on your face because he was staring you down, going over every single micro expression on you before curling his fingers at you.
“Come here.”
“Now I’m scared you’re going to do something.” You looked him up and down, carefully stepping towards him. You melted into his touch as soon as his hands wrapped around your wrists. His hands were already freezing, but the rings on his fingers were a different type of cold. It was a soft gesture as he pulled you in.
“Only if I have permission,” He chuckled, trying to ease your worries, wrapping his arm around your hip. “Speaking of, I have a crazy idea: how about let’s 86 the pool all together and just eat ice cream?” Truth be told, he didn’t care enough for the pool, he just didn’t want to be around the people at the pool. They were always causing problems and made the experience hell. Also, he was possessive as fuck, but he would never admit that out loud. He liked the idea of constantly having his hands on you. Not like that, but also, kinda like that.
“What?”
“Or we can go get lunch, go somewhere with a decent a/c, just something besides the pool. Hell, if you want to, I’ll get my camera and take photos of you trying on all those bathing suits.”
“You weren’t even looking the first time, dickhead.”
“Yes, I was.”
“How many have I tried on, including the one I have on now?”
“At least ten.” His answer was so confident, so sassy that it made you laugh, burying your face into him.
“Eight. Nice try, though.” He rolled his eyes, groaning into his hands before wrapping you into a hug, pulling you into his lap.
“Come on, babe, seriously, what do you want to do?”
“Whatever you want to do.” He kissed your forehead, burying his face into your neck. The next few minutes were met with a peaceful silence as he breathed you in. Then, you got up, which made him whine.
“Did you want that ice cream?”
“If you don’t mind?”
“There’s a tub in the freezer, grab it and some spoons while I change out of this.” He hummed, leaving you to go change. He was eating when you came back, letting his piercing glide lines into the ice cream on the spoon.
“I love the piercing on you. It suits you.”
“You think? Hajime was dogging on it and I asked him if he was jealous because I can’t pour honey on him and lick him all over. He called me a lot of things before he hung up. That was two weeks ago and he still isn’t speaking to me.” His casual tone made you stop. Once he finished, you burst into a fit of laughter, leaning against the wall as you clutched your stomach. He quirked an eyebrow at you, asking if you were done, before continuing to eat.
“Extend the olive branch,” You got out in between your laughs. “Hit him up and ask if he wants to come chill over here.”
“He might say yes because you’re asking.”
“He likes me more.” Your laughs always made him feel something warm and fuzzy in his chest; it was contagious. When his cold hands wrapped around your hot skin, finding purchase around your waist to make you squirm. He laughed against you, pulling you into a loving kiss, his hip pinning you against the counter.
Moments like these were the best. Between traveling and touring South America, it was nice to be reminded that even though he was a volleyball star, he still kept you at the center. His everything, his why he woke up and kept pushing every morning.
“To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.”
Now Playing: Bunna Summa (BunnaB) -> my dumb ass just found out I’ve been mispronouncing the name of the song
Now introducing, the summertime event! It’s perfect for fun, sunshine, relaxation, and kicking your feet up to fics of your favs with custom summer vibes.
In honor of me going into my last year of school, I put this event together to celebrate the development of my own writing :) also, the first official day of summer was June 20th, so like 4 days ago. HAPPY SUMMER <3
Rules:
A) Read the list first before putting anything in. If I haven’t seen it, I can’t write it.
B) Be nice! Just because we don’t know who’s behind the screen doesn’t give you any right to be rude.
C) When you read the list, make sure you read the dni as well. I’m willing to do suggestive, but anything beyond that will depend on my personal pace, not because someone is requesting it. If it turns into a smut, then there you go, I guess..? On the off chance this happens, make sure the person you’re requesting isn’t like a child or something.
D) I can refuse you, btw.
E) if you want specific things included, make that known. Otherwise it’s up to interpretation.
F) Have fun!
If you would like to request specific songs to go along with the req, that’s perfectly fine as well. This is where the hear me outs will come out, I can already fucking tell and I’m so ready 😏
Here’s some examples of a layout:
Character A x B at [beach] doing volleyball slow burn
Something like that. Be creative!
Any ask I get regarding this will go under the tag #GHSF
“Summer’s just begun! Til’ we see the sun! Three-five in a blunt!”
4/12/2016
"Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme,
Ce beau matin d'été si doux:
Au détour d'un sentier une charogne infâme
Sur un lit semé de cailloux?"
"My love, do you recall the object which we saw,
That fair, sweet, summer morn!
At a turn in the path, a foul carcass
On a gravel strewn bed?"
Charles Baudelaire
I sat on the mossy footstool
that lied by the brook-
I had to really open my ears
to hear the soft regurgitation
coming from the clear muddy water, gliding over the slate,
piled up
the road, the one I drove on that one day we snuck out,
was placed gently beside it,
uptop a little cliff,
I felt this a beatific metaphor.
The air felt amorphous,
held a quality I couldn't quite
put my finger on.
and then I saw a tree,
a crooked one
who had seemed to grow
on the bank of the creek
because life, it seems, imitates art.
Its trunk dipped
until it ever so slightly grazed the water
its elm fingers
almost
almost.
I smiled when I saw this,
for it gave me hope.
I likened myself to the horseflies and new
tadpoles that flittered,
seraphic in quality,
borne with the quality of new life- the innocent quality
the one that just made me feel tainted, the more I surrounded myself with it.
The Friday afternoons on the avenue, with its port wine air
and this bubbling black slate brook
are the only places
that innocence lives-
if I had realized how quiet
the soft gargling of the cherub water was
I'd have stopped the car
and baptized ourselves
In it.
