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The straw that breaks the bunny's back

Luca Pearce x Reader

It started out as just another ordinary day. Luca woke up early, as always, to the soft chirping of birds outside the window. The sky was a pale blue, and Mocha, his ever-energetic kitten, had curled up at the foot of the bed. Everything seemed calm.

But by mid-morning, things began to go wrong.

The first sign of trouble came when Luca’s coffee spilled all over his favorite psychology book—a book he had spent months making notes in for his upcoming class. He let out a small sigh, frustration flickering for just a second, but quickly pushed it aside. It’s okay, it’s just a book, he told himself. I’ll clean it up.

Then, during his class, everything seemed to go off track. The students were unusually distracted, the lesson plan he’d worked so hard to prepare fell flat, and the technology failed, causing him to lose half his slides. Luca could feel his patience wearing thin, but still, he kept calm—he always did. They’re just having an off day too, he reminded himself. We’ll try again next time.

By lunchtime, things weren’t any better. He had a meeting with a colleague that went longer than expected, which meant no time for a proper break. The pile of work on his desk seemed to double, and the soft drizzle outside turned into a full-on rainstorm, soaking his clothes on the way to his car.

When Luca finally got home, cold and drenched, he was already exhausted. But when he walked through the door, ready to collapse into his partner’s arms for some much-needed comfort, the house was strangely quiet.

His partner wasn’t there.

Luca frowned, pulling out his phone and checking the time. It was later than he thought—way past when they usually got home. Maybe they’re stuck in traffic, he reasoned, but the disappointment still gnawed at him. All he wanted now was to be held, to be reassured that the day was over.

An hour passed. Then another.

Luca’s frustration grew as the minutes ticked by. He tried distracting himself, giving Mocha some attention and making dinner, but nothing worked. He couldn’t shake the tight feeling in his chest—the building frustration that he wasn’t used to feeling.

By the time Mc finally walked through the door, Luca’s patience had snapped.

Luca was standing by the kitchen counter, staring down at the untouched plate of food he had made hours ago. The rain outside was relentless, pounding against the windows, but the sound barely registered in his mind. His partner finally walked through the door, their footsteps quiet, but Luca’s frustration flared the moment he heard them.

“You’re home,” Luca said, his voice unusually sharp, surprising even himself.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late. The day just—”

Luca cut them off, not even turning around. “The day? You think your day was bad?” His grip on the countertop tightened. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions in check. "I waited for you... for hours."

Mc paused, their coat still dripping from the rain. "Luca, I know. I’m sorry. I got caught up—"

"Caught up doing what?" Luca turned around, his eyes meeting theirs. His usual soft expression was replaced with something far more strained. "Do you know how much I needed you today?" His voice trembled slightly, the frustration mixing with vulnerability. "It’s been... it’s been such a horrible day, and you weren’t here."

Mc’s face softened, concerned about flooding their features. They stepped toward him, but Luca raised a hand, stopping them. He didn’t mean to be harsh—he never did—but the weight of everything was too much.

“I’m sorry,” they repeated, their voice quieter now, more careful. “I didn’t know. You should’ve called me. I would’ve—”

“I shouldn’t have to call,” Luca interrupted, his voice cracking slightly. His anger wasn’t explosive, but it was raw, uncharacteristic for him. "I just... I needed you. You promised you’d be home by dinner, and I waited. I kept waiting, and I—" He stopped, rubbing his eyes as the overwhelming feelings finally bubbled to the surface.

"I just wanted to be held," he whispered, the fight draining out of him. "I don’t even care about the rest of the day anymore. I just wanted you."

The room fell silent. Luca stood there, staring down at the floor, his emotions laid bare in a way that felt foreign to him. Vulnerability was one thing, but feeling this frustrated? This upset me? It wasn’t like him at all.

His partner stepped forward, closing the distance between them slowly. "Luca..." they murmured, their voice full of regret. "I’m sorry. I should’ve been here. I’m here now."

They reached for him, gently pulling him into their arms. At first, Luca didn’t respond, his body stiff with the lingering tension from the day. But after a few moments, he melted into the embrace, resting his forehead against their shoulder.

“I know it’s not easy for you to feel like this,” Mc whispered, stroking his back softly. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me.”

Luca’s hands gripped the fabric of their shirt, holding on like they were his anchor. He took a shaky breath, feeling the warmth of their touch slowly soothe the storm inside him. “I’m not angry at you,” he muttered, though the lingering frustration still tinged his voice. “I just... I couldn’t do it today alone.”

“I know,” they whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “You don’t have to.”

Luca’s breath was uneven, his head buried against their shoulder. The familiar scent of his partner, the soft rhythm of their heartbeat—it was grounding him, but the frustration still lingered, a shadow that refused to fully fade. He squeezed his eyes shut, his grip tightening, almost as if he was afraid they’d slip away again.

"I know it’s not fair to get upset," Luca mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. "You didn’t mean to be late. I just—" He paused, his thoughts jumbled. "I couldn’t handle it today. Everything went wrong. And you weren’t here… I needed you to be here."

His partner rubbed his back in slow, soothing circles. "Luca, it’s okay to be upset. You’ve had a hard day, and I should’ve been there. I’ll make it up to you, I promise."

Luca exhaled shakily, his face still pressed against their shoulder. "I hate feeling like this," he admitted, his words muffled but sincere. "I hate being frustrated. It’s exhausting."

Mc leaned back slightly, just enough to tilt his chin up and look into his eyes. "You’re allowed to feel frustrated, Luca. You always try to carry everything alone. But you don’t have to." They brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead, their touch gentle, reassuring. "I’m here now. Let me help."

Luca’s lips quivered into a small, exhausted smile, though the weight of the day still hung heavy in his eyes. "You say that like I’m good at asking for help."

"You don’t have to ask," they said softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I know when you need it."

Luca sighed, leaning into the kiss, his eyes closing as he absorbed the comfort. "You always know," he muttered, the tension in his shoulders slowly melting away. He allowed himself to be pulled fully into their embrace, the warmth of their body easing the last traces of his frustration.

For a moment, there was only silence between them, the rain outside acting as a calming backdrop to the quiet intimacy of the room. Mc held him tightly, their fingers threading through his hair in slow, soothing strokes. Luca’s breathing steadied, his body sinking into theirs, finally allowing himself to relax.

"You’re everything I needed today," Luca whispered after a while, his voice softer now, vulnerable in a way that made mc’s heart ache. "I just needed you to hold me."

"And I’m not letting go," they promised, their voice filled with love. "Not now, not ever."

Luca gave a small, tired chuckle, his lips brushing against their collarbone as he spoke. "Good. Because I don’t think I could handle another day like this."

Mc smiled, pulling him even closer. "We’ll take it one day at a time, okay? Together."

Luca nodded against them, his hands still clutching the fabric of their shirt, but his grip had softened, the desperation fading into something quieter, more peaceful. "Together," he repeated, his voice barely a whisper. "That’s all I need."

They stood there like that for a while, swaying gently, the sound of the rain softening in the background. Luca could feel the heaviness of the day slipping away with every breath he took, replaced by the familiar comfort of being with the person who knew him better than anyone.

Finally, Luca pulled back just enough to look up at his partner, his expression more relaxed now. "Thank you," he said quietly, his eyes full of gratitude. "For being here. For understanding."

"You don’t have to thank me," they replied softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, this time slower, tender. "I’ll always be here for you, Luca. Even on the hard days."

Luca returned the kiss, his hand gently cupping their cheek. "I don’t deserve you," he teased, though his words held a deeper sincerity.

"Actually," they murmured, smiling against his lips, "I think you do."

Luca exhaled softly, his forehead still resting against their shoulder. For a while, neither of them spoke. The tension in his body was slowly unwinding, but there was still something lingering, something he couldn’t quite shake. He wanted more than just comfort now. He needed closeness—something deeper, something that reminded him that no matter how bad his day had been, he was loved.

Mc's hand continued to stroke his back gently, and Luca leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering shut. "You always know how to make it better," he whispered, his voice barely audible, but full of quiet gratitude. "Even when I’m... not myself."

Mc tilted their head slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. "You’re always yourself, Luca," they said softly. "Even on your worst days. You’re still the man I fell in love with."

Luca smiled against their shoulder, a soft, tired laugh escaping his lips. "You make me sound perfect," he murmured, though the warmth in his voice showed he was touched.

"You’re not perfect," they teased lightly, "but you’re perfect to me."

Luca lifted his head slightly, his eyes meeting theirs, filled with a tenderness that made his heart ache. "You really think that?" he asked, his voice quieter now, softer, as if he was afraid to fully believe it.

They nodded, brushing their fingers gently against his cheek. "I know that," they whispered. "There’s no one else who can make me feel the way you do, Luca. You make everything better—just by being here."

Luca’s breath hitched slightly at the sincerity in their words. He leaned in, brushing his lips against theirs in a soft, almost tentative kiss, as if testing the waters. Mc responded instantly, their hand sliding up to cradle the back of his head, deepening the kiss just enough to tell Luca that he didn’t need to hold back.

Their lips moved slowly together, the kiss unhurried but filled with affection, as if they were savoring the closeness they both craved. Luca sighed into the kiss, his hands gripping their waist, pulling them closer, needing to feel their warmth.

When they finally broke apart, Luca rested his forehead against theirs, his breath warm against their lips. "You always make me feel like I belong," he whispered, his voice low, almost vulnerable. "Even when I don’t know what to do with myself."

"You do belong," they murmured in return, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "You belong with me, Luca. Always."

Luca smiled, his heart swelling at the words. He kissed them again, slower this time, savoring the softness of their lips, the familiar taste and feel of being so close. His fingers gently trailed up their back, pulling them closer, the space between them disappearing as their bodies pressed together.

The kiss deepened, becoming more intimate, more consuming, as if both of them were trying to erase the weight of the day with every touch. Luca’s frustration was long gone now, replaced by something warmer, something that made his heart race and his skin tingle.

Their hands roamed gently over his back, pulling him even closer, as if they couldn’t get enough of him. Luca’s breath hitched slightly as they broke the kiss, their lips now trailing soft kisses along his jaw, down to his neck, making his skin buzz with warmth.

He closed his eyes, letting out a soft, contented sigh as their kisses grew slower, more deliberate, each one leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. "You really know how to make me forget about everything," Luca whispered, his voice slightly breathless, but full of affection.

"That’s the idea," they teased gently, pressing another kiss to his collarbone. "I want you to feel good. You deserve it."

Luca opened his eyes, his gaze locking with theirs, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away. All he could feel was their warmth, their closeness, the love that surrounded him like a blanket.

"I love you," Luca whispered, his voice barely above a breath, but filled with so much emotion that it made his chest tighten.

They smiled softly, their fingers brushing through his hair. "I love you too, Luca," they replied, their voice just as soft, just as full of affection.

With that, Luca pulled them into another kiss, this one slow and deep, his hands sliding up to cup their faces as if he never wanted to let go. The rain outside had slowed to a gentle pattern, but neither of them noticed. All that mattered was this moment—this connection that reminded Luca that no matter how hard the day had been, this was where he belonged. In their arms.

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