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Keiji’s boyfriend has been cheating on him. During their public confrontation, he ends up walking out with other man - Bokuto Koutarou. They strike up an unlikely friendship born from the bond of heartbreak, and, eventually, help one another to heal parts of themselves they perhaps hadn't even known were broken.
Alternatively: Bokuto tries to set Akaashi up with a rebound to make up for being “the other man.” It both does and does not go according to plan.
Keiji leans into Bokuto’s touch, cradled in that fleeting moment between a look and a kiss. He thinks then that he could stay here, just like this, hidden in the expanse of the safety and comfort of Bokuto’s palms where his heart already lives, and never find himself wanting again.
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Bookmarked by StrawberrySuccubus
15 Apr 2021
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The article is innocent enough. And so is the kiss. Just a simple kiss between Ash and Eiji at midnight in Times Square, and an article titled Despite the Snow, New Yorkers Flock to Celebrate the New Year.
It sends Ash’s stomach plummeting to the ground.
Bookmarked by StrawberrySuccubus
12 Apr 2021
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count to ten and fr(ease) my pain by crimsonseekers, Theoretica
Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)
11 Apr 2021
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Reki’s left arm was the arm he always braced with when he fell. It was the one that, by extension, got injured the most.
Maybe he’d been fooled by naivety, by the vague idea that he’d be fresh and able-bodied forever, but limbs weren’t meant to be sprained or fractured or broken as often as his left arm was. Each trip to the hospital, he was tempting fate more and more. Really, he should’ve seen it coming:
Nerve damage.
There was a constant, never-ending ache in his arm. A dull throbbing that he eventually learned was easy enough to ignore (except, of course, when it burned like the fucking sun and he couldn’t sleep and he just curled up in his bed wishing for anything to make it stop-). It was always there, but always ignorable. He was good at ignoring his problems.
Reki's repeated injuries have left him with chronic pain. He likes to think he deals with it pretty well. It's not a big deal; no one has to know.
Right?
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12 Apr 2021
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Miya is torn between gagging and laughing his damn ass off at the wide-eyed look on Reki’s face as he turns red enough to match his hair. Reki half-sputters, half-chokes, “A-are you being serious right now?”
Langa nods eagerly, his turquoise eyes shining, “You’re exquisite! Like… like one of those paintings that they hang in a gallery for people to stare at.” He pauses, adopting an expression of wonder. “Or maybe something’s just wrong with my eyes, because I can’t seem to take them off of you.”
"Oh my god!"
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- Part 6 of Rise Up, Renga
Bookmarked by StrawberrySuccubus
10 Apr 2021
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The question itself was usual. His classmates, the girls, and boys, of other classes, and even his teachers sometimes asked him about some of Langa’s particularities. They were best friends, after all. Reki always knew were Langa’s head was resting, or what could be going on in his mind. This time, however, he found himself coming up short.
What is Langa’s type?
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Or, Reki is very clueless and goes down a spiral of facing his own feelings for his very best friend.- Language:
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10 Apr 2021