#nagi has a flight tomorrow

[cheshire-castle-library]

It is immensely funny to me that 2 of my childhood idles Chris and Martin Kratt wrote and produce a cartoon fanficrion of themselves and what they do as zoologists.

I know the live sction version i saw in zaboomafoo was also just a public persona, but like,,, its so fucking funny to see them draw themselves as superheroes and invent supervillains that are essentially the things i also dislike about the real world, but in funny costumes and using almost ben 10 like "scifi" to save the day.

Also every now and then theres the tiniest reference to zaboomafoo and its like "autism yippee activate" but i cant share that with my cousins, for whom i am watching wild kratts in the first place, because its nowhere online and i can't explain "yeah once upon a time, they had a puppet leemur instead of cartoons and power suits and they just like hiked and stuff, but yeah no blue brother has always been messy and green brother has always been organized and they used to have a closet avalanche on them every day" we just cant relate that way, no matter how my inner child wants to guah about zaboomafoo the same way my cousins gush about wild kratts.

Somehow, we're on uncommon common ground, and it centers about the 2 zoologist brothers i grew up watching on grainy pbs local access.

And they're like playing up their personas enough they're essentially creating their own fanon versions of themselves, and so tiny repressed childhood-programs autism creeture and the quality of the fandom and the quality and nuance of the show are Introducing Brainworms.

Also does the animation and art feel like a blend of Danny Phantom and Kim Possible????

[todoriin]

now he's in your bed, laying on my chest. | reo mikage, 18+

no explicit nsfw but still mdni, aged up characters, reo down bad, not very realistic s3x but alas, reader's feelings are ambiguous but they eventually get their hesitation fked out, no pronouns or specific body parts mentioned, not beta read sorry.

It's 10pm and there's a purple-haired, billionaire athlete on your doorstep, knocking a little too eagerly on the door.

"There's no one in there." You interrupt, spinning your keys on your finger and Reo turns around, shocked to see you in front of him. "So banging on my door like a madman won't be productive, I'm afraid."

To your dismay, all he says is an apology when you wanted him to explain why on earth he was here.

"Are you looking for Nagi? Try somewhere else, don't think he'll ever come around again," you murmur before pushing in front of him to unlock the door. The key enters, as it always does, your door hinges creak when you open it, as it always does, and you turn around to face Reo, who has never looked as frazzled as he does now.

"I'm not looking for Nagi," the athlete mutters, running a hand through his hair. "I'm looking for you."

"Well, here I am. Aren't you supposed to be on a flight across the world right now?"

"I'm flying tomorrow morning."

Such dry and icy responses, what's up with him this evening? Reo's always so talkative but you wonder where his words and usual mannerisms have wandered off to tonight. Perhaps he's holding a grudge against you on behalf of Nagi after your breakup.

"Have a safe flight. I'm gonna go now, see you-"

"-Can I come in?"

You narrow your eyes at him, alarms blaring in your head, flashing vibrant hues of red. Still, you step aside and let him inside your humble abode. He takes off his shoes at the entrance, letting you turn on the heaters and boil some water for tea.

He takes a seat on your couch, watching you in the kitchen that's adjacent. The loud noises from the kettle fill the silence that would otherwise be too awkward, giving you time to think about why Mikage Reo would seek you out at a time like this.

It's not like you were close friends. You were only friendly with him due to his position as Nagi's best friend, and you had barely spent any time together alone before. Even now, it feels like there should be a third presence, spread out and lounging on the exact couch that Reo sits on.

"Green tea," you mutter when you place his mug in front of him. The purple-haired thanks you silently, bringing the cup to his mouth and you two remain sitting in silence.

Are you going to have to carry this conversation when he's the one that intruded?

"Why are you here, Mikage?" You question.

"Why did you really break up with Nagi?"

Count on Reo to always be so brash and straight to the point. Time is money and there is no time like the present.

"I... didn't," you explain. "He's the one that broke up with me. Just... called me one morning and decided it was best for us to go our separate ways and that was it."

"That's all?"

"Yeah. I was surprised too, I thought things were going well between us. Guess not."

"Do you resent him?"

"No."

"Aren't you going to ask me how he is?"

"Life is bigger than being curious against people who come and go. I just hope he is well and happy with where he is."

"But you aren't happy."

You meet Reo's eyes with a bewildered stare, taken aback by his boldness to assume something and speak it outright as a guest in your own home. You fear you don't have anything nice to say, so you don't speak at all, opting to drink your tea instead.

"Did you come all this way just to interrogate me about Nagi and I's breakup?" You ask.

"No, I wanted to come and check on how you were. He didn't tell me much about it, didn't even tell me how you reacted, all he said was that 'you broke up' and that was it..."

Humiliation settles itself deep in your gut. You know of Nagi's infamous nonchalance, but after everything you did and experienced together, you'd like for him to show at least a little bit of sadness. But it seems like that is still too much to ask for.

Rubbing your eyes, you will yourself not to cry. You haven't shed any tears for him yet, not wanting to do so over someone who can't even break up with you in person. In fact, you thought you were beginning to get over it, going out with a few friends tonight for dinner to try and relieve your mind of overthinking too much. Why did Reo have to come by and ruin it?

"I thought he loved you, said he wanted to marry you too," Reo murmured.

That was your breaking point and you clench the pillow in your hands to stop yourself from throwing it at him. "Yeah, well, he didn't love me enough to stay," you spit with venom dripping from your tone, rushing to the kitchen with your now empty mug.

After a moment, you hear Reo's footsteps follow you and he places his empty mug next to the sink. You don't look at him when he leans against the counter with his arms crossed.

"Do you resent me?"

"Why should I?"

"By proxy. Just 'cause ya know, I'm his best friend."

"I don't resent you Mikage, if I did then I would not have let you in my home."

Two beats of silence pass before he speaks again. "I didn't come by just to check up on you."

The sink screeches when you turn it off and the newfound silence envelopes the atmosphere like a blanket of snow. "Go on."

"Don't tell him I said this but you've always been too good for him. You deserve someone better."

You scoff. "Like?"

He steps closer and you have to crane your neck to look at him properly. You don't back down, trying your best to breathe through the heavy air as he scans your expression for any hint of rebellion.

"Me," Reo's voice is unwavering, firm with his declaration. Determination sets his indigo eyes ablaze and his hair falls to frame his face perfectly, the light of your kitchen hitting his skin in all the right places.

Then you realise just how built he is. Broad shoulders, wide chest, and he towers over you so easily, all features that come from years of athleticism. You could fall for his trap, line, hook, and sinker, but whatever little integrity you had remaining keeps you on your feet, reluctant to fall.

His thumb comes to brush your cheek and your knees buckle instantaneously. "Isn't this against 'bro code'?"

"Nagi doesn't have to know."

Oh, but it's been so lonely recently and Reo is so warm, the fabric of his sweater feels so soft, and you just want someone to take care of you, but letting that person be Reo is too risky.

Still, you trail your hands up to rest on his shoulders. "This isn't smart."

"I'm just followin' my heart, pretty."

You're the one who kisses him, pulling him towards you with a tug and his hands slam onto the counter on either side of you. It's sweet, but so short that you don't even give him a moment to close his eyes and savour the feeling. Now you're pulling away and Reo is desperate to keep you close.

With the inch you've given, Reo steals the mile, sealing your lips with his again. It gets heated too fast and now he's everywhere, hands leisurely exploring your sides as his leg settles between yours, effectively trapping you against your kitchen counter.

"Reo," you whisper weakly as he's pressing kisses against your nape, but he stops as soon as his name slips past your lips, head retracting so he can look you in the eye. "Bedroom, please."

After Nagi broke you the way he did, you felt unlovable. As if the reason he left you so suddenly was because there wasn't anything good left about you for him to continue loving. Yet, Reo clings to you like an oath, hurried hands grabbing and squeezing everything and anything he could touch.

Where Nagi was lazy and unrushed, Reo acts like you could slip away from his touch any second, but he doesn't hurt you. He never grips hard enough to leave bruises no matter how much you want him to, and he never strays too far.

Slowly, he strips you of your clothes, taking the time to appreciate you as if he'll never get the chance to see it again. His pupils dilate with every piece he gets to remove and he hovers over you before leaning down to kiss every inch of your bare skin.

Gratitude oozes off him like honey, like he's thankful that you're granting him the luxury of the sight before him, like he's the lucky one out of you two.

Reo presses into you in all the right places and doesn't suffocate you with his weight. It's mind-numbing, he's making you feel so good and you curse yourself for choosing the wrong one and losing the time you could have had with Reo instead.

Every part of you erupts with bliss when he's finally inside. It's warm everywhere, he fits so perfectly that you wonder if you were meant to find heartbreak first so you can appreciate this blissfulness even more. When you arch your body moulds perfectly to his chest, and you can't remember what you were even worried about at the beginning of the night.

The more you kiss him, the more of him you feel deep inside is like a chip to your armour.

Pure euphoria flows through your veins, intoxicatingly slow. You never want this to end, even as you gasp for air, even as your throat turns dry and scratchy and your legs lose feeling, every climax causes you to pray that he won't leave. That just because you're spent doesn't mean it is the end of the night.

As if he can hear your wishes, Reo's craving is insatiable and his warmth never strays from you.

The clock strikes 02:30 and on a normal day, perhaps you would have been asleep, preparing for the day ahead. Except tonight there is a purple-haired athlete splayed on your chest, bodies coming down from the multiple highs you've experienced together. Oddly enough, this feels like the most intimate part of the night as his chest moves in unison with yours, idle chatter filling up the space as both of you drift off.

Reo tells you something before you fall asleep but you’re too close to unconsciousness to remember, eyelids heavy and senses dulling. “My flight is early in the morning tomorrow. I’ll be gone before you wake up.” 

True to his word, he isn’t there beside you. There’s a noticeable dent in the sheets that traces his silhouette but excluding that, there’s hardly any evidence of his presence at all and if it weren’t for your sore muscles, the flicker of doubt in your mind wouldn’t have been extinguished so quickly. Then your eye catches sight of the exact sweater he wore last night, the same one that you tugged off him impatiently, it feels like a promise that he will return.

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[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟ [11:34PM] — NAGI SEISHIRO.

♱ warnings — none! sfw, not proof-read. / note. he is my absolute babygirl snifle i wud literally die 4 him he is just the cutest, im sorry this is so cringe idc <3 !

“seishiro?” you breathe deep when you hear your bedroom door, peering over the top of your phone as you prop yourself up in your pillows. you know it’s nagi, you can always tell by the way he shuffles around your apartment — but he’s early, he’s not supposed to be back from his overseas game until tomorrow.

“hm? hey.” he hums as he pushes himself deeper into the room, he’s still got his pillow from the plane around his neck despite the way his drowsy, lidded gaze tells you he didn’t get much sleep, and you’re pretty sure his training bag has just been dropped at the front door — but you’ll deal with that tomorrow.

because for now he’s home.

“you’re home early.” your arms outstretch with your words and nagi takes the invitation eagerly as he shuffles closer, letting his phone rest on the nightstand before he’s flopping his body on top of yours with a low whine, huffing into the crook of your neck.

“eh, i guess. got an early flight, waiting around was boring and a pain.” he mumbles and you feel his breathing fan across your skin before it softens when your fingers smooth through his hair. there’s familiarity in the way he curls his arms around you, in the warmth you feel when you’re wrapped in him.

you let the silence settle in the place where you take your own breath, and you’d think nagi’s already fallen asleep if it wasn’t for the crooked hearts his fingers were tracing into your waist underneath your shirt. “missed you, pretty thing. you’re warm, just wanna stay like this.”

you hear him grumble when you giggle at his words, making him roll over onto his side before he’s pulling you against his chest and sending you a pout that looks just as sleepy as he does cute. “i missed you too, sei.” your words making his fingertips squeeze affectionately at your side before he softens.

“ah, cringe.” nagi sighs, playfully as he lets his face nuzzle into his pillow and you laugh again before you let your hands smooth underneath the neckline of his hoodie, tickling at the skin slightly until he twitches and bats you away with a groan.

“so..” you begin and it still makes you feel a little giddy how focused on you he is everytime you speak, commanding all of his attention with your every breath. “how many goals did you score?” you continue and nagi’s lips curl into a whisper of a smile when he realises what you’re doing.

you know how many he scored, you watched the games ofcourse and he told you every night when he video called you, but this little push and pull you both started whenever he’d go overseas was something you never want to stop.

“seven. practice was such a drag, those guys were super good.” nagi answers as he blinks at you expectantly, more tenderly than his previous replies as it rumbles through his chest, but you smile before moving closer. “oh, only seven?” you grin, teasing and you feel him squeeze a little at your waist again with his next huff.

“hey, no fair.” but because you’re feeling generous, and because you missed him, you let your hands move up to cup his face — hooded eyes locked on your own as he nuzzles into the touch, almost by instinct.

you roll your eyes but you smile, shifting your position to lean closer before beginning to place kisses along nagi’s face, hearing him sound out a hum under his breath with every press of your lips like he’s keeping count, hands still warm where they hug at your waist.

he pulls you a little closer with each peck, leaning into each one discreetly and you’re not sure if it’s the sleep that’s lacing his limbs that’s making him melt easier than usual, or it’s because he loves you.

“hey, aren’t you gonna welcome me home too?” the whispery tone his voice takes catches you a little off guard, it’s low and almost a whine but you breathe out a laugh when it only seems to pull you closer. but nagi meets you for this one, squeezing you slightly when his lips press against yours and he holds you like he’s scared you’d disappear if he let go.

“nagi seishiro, you are so cringe.” you smile as he pulls away, dusting of pink barely visible on his cheeks in the dimly lit room before he’s grumbling and nuzzling into the crook of your neck as you mimic his words from earlier.

“eh, really? jus’ don’t wanna leave you anymore, just wanna cuddle a little longer, angel.”

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