#tomorrow is chore catch up day i really hope i do all the things on my list lol

[barkingangelbaby]

I think (if N's up for it) I'm gonna bring some snow inside for the ferrets to play in tomorrow (today).. I don't think we've done that in like 3 or years? tomorrow's bath day for them anyway so maybe I'll just throw a bunch in our shower lmao

sidenote someone remind me to make them a ball pit finally. THIS is gonna be the year we make them one I feel it in my fragile bones

[obsessed-with-fake-men]

After His Show

After seeing the band play a gig in the city, you ride back to town on Seb’s motorcycle. But, you get a little distracted along the way…

Sebastian xF!Reader, Sebastian xAFAB!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Tw: nsfw, mdni, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of cigarettes, pet names, semi-public sex, oral male receiving

AN: This fic can be read as a follow up to Under His Desk or as a stand alone. I have been on the motorcycle thirst trap side of the internet lately and I thought that perfectly aligned with a fic idea. I have never ridden a motorcycle so if my descriptions are inaccurate, I’m sorry :)

Wc: 4400

It was another fall day and you had just finished a harvest which meant one thing - it was time to pop into Pierre’s for some more seeds. You head down the road that leads into town trying to decide if you want to focus on artichokes or if you have enough time left in the season to plant some fairy roses. You’re so lost doing the mental calculations that you would’ve run into Sam if he hadn’t grabbed you by the arms.

“Look where you’re going, farmer! You could’ve made a dent in me,” he jokes, squeezing your biceps. “No, but for real you’re strong right?” 

“Uh yeah, I guess I am?” you shrug.

“Well, we could use an extra roadie for the Goblin Destroyer show tomorrow night if you’re free,” he says. “I know Seb would be really happy if you were there.” Sam winks at you.

You flush, forgetting that Sam knows you and Seb have been fooling around since he almost walked in on the two of you. If you’d only grabbed your bra before hiding under Seb’s desk this embarrassment could’ve been avoided.

“Yeah, sure I don’t have any plans for tomorrow,” you say. “It would be cool to see y’all at a real gig and not just rehearsals.”

“Sweet! Okay, we’re meeting at the bus stop at 4, see you there,” Sam calls as he heads for home.

The next day you finish your chores around the farm as quickly as you can. You may be a roadie tonight, but you’re a groupie at heart and you want to look the part. When you’re satisfied that you look somewhere between halfway decent and slightly hot, you head for the bus stop. 

As you approach, you see Seb leaving. You try to catch his eye but it’s clear his head is elsewhere. When you get to the bus stop, Abigail whistles at you.

“Damn girl, you clean up nice,” she exclaims. You hadn’t really had a chance to dress up for a night out since you moved to Pelican Town a few months ago.

“Thanks,” you laugh. “You look great too, very punk rock.”

“Dude I wear this outfit literally all the time, but thanks,” she laughs.

You help load the rest of the equipment, looking around every now and then hoping to see Seb. By the time all of the gear is loaded, Sebastian still hasn’t appeared. You see Sam lingering by the doors to the bus.

“Hey Sam, is Seb… I mean I saw him heading to town when I got here and we’re about to leave,” you trail off.

“Oh yeah, he had to help his mom with something, he said he’ll meet us there,” Sam replies.

Disappointed, you board the bus behind Sam.

The ride to the venue goes by faster than you expected, and you spend the whole time laughing and joking with Sam and Abigail. Upon arrival you jump into your role as a roadie, unloading gear off the bus with the same focus you use to plant or harvest crops. When everything is set up, you head outside for a smoke break. You’ve always smoked off and on, but since hanging around Seb the habit has admittedly gotten a bit worse.

Searching your pockets for a lighter, you come up empty. You wish Seb was there, he always has one on him. As if in answer to your prayers you hear a motorcycle nearing. Looking up, you see Seb riding towards you. You had to focus to keep your mouth from falling open. Sure you’d seen him working on the bike and that was objectively hot, but seeing him ride up on it was another thing entirely. You weren’t sure if it was the confidence he rode with, but even with his face obscured by the helmet he looked sexy.

Seb pulled the bike up right next to you. He was surprised he parked straight because he had been looking only at you since he entered the lot. Seb knew you were going to be there tonight, but damn he didn’t know you were going to look this good all dressed up in black. He knows that it’s the traditional color crew wears, but he hopes you considered his reaction as you picked out your outfit - the thought makes him blush. Those tight black jeans seem to hug every curve and your top is cut just low enough to get his heart racing. 

Sebastian pulls off his helmet and runs a hand through his dark hair. 

“Need a light?” he asks, nodding toward the unlit cig in between your fingers.

“Yeah, your timing is perfect,” you say, as Seb dismounts the motorcycle and pulls a lighter from his pocket. 

You lean forward, breathing in as he lights the tip of your cigarette. 

“Sounds like you were missing me,” he teases, plucking the cig from your fingers to take a drag.

“Missing you or just your lighter, who’s to say,” you retort.

Seb offers the cig back to you, instead of taking it, you lean forward making eye contact as you take a drag while it’s still between his fingers, lips brushing his digits. Seb’s cock twitches at your brazen flirtation and he huffs out a laugh. Damn, you really know how to get him going.

Seb grabs your hand and pulls it up to his mouth. He kisses the inside of your wrist, causing you to draw in a ragged breath.

“Well I missed you, y/n…” he whispers against your wrist. 

You can’t think beyond his admission and his breath dancing across your sensitive skin. It makes your heart race and you’re certain he can feel your pulse quicken under his soft touch.

“Are you sure you haven’t missed me too?” he teases, pulling your body flush with his. Seb’s other hand captures your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his - the cherry of your cig reflected in his blown-out pupils. 

“You can tell me, baby,” he coos. “I know how to keep a secret.”

The back door to the venue opens with a bang.

“Yo Seb, you out here?” Sam’s voice calls. “It’s time for the final soundcheck!”

“Yeah man, I’ll be there in a minute,” Seb shouts back, not taking his eyes from yours.

Without warning, he pushes you back against the wall of the building, lips locking with yours, cigarette dropped forgotten on the pavement.

His hand travels to your waistband, fingers skillfully popping the button of your jeans.

“Seb what are you doing??” you hiss. “Someone will see us!”

“Not if I’m quick,” he promises with a wink.

Undoing your zipper, his long fingers find their way to your underwear. A moan escapes your lips as he brushes over the wet cloth barely covering your pussy. Seb is quick to capture the sound with his mouth.

When you quiet he whispers in your ear, “Can’t believe how wet you are for me already sweetheart.”

Gently he runs a finger through your folds under the fabric. You gasp, struggling to remain silent. Seb plunges the finger deep into your hole, covering your mouth with his other hand to keep you from crying out. 

He pumps his finger into you a few times, just enough to make you ready to beg for more when he removes his digit from you, bringing it to his lips. Watching Seb suck your juice from his finger causes your walls to clench around nothing - you can’t get over how hot and bothered this man makes you.

“Don’t worry baby, I just wanted a taste. Let’s call it a good luck charm,” Seb chuckles. “C’mon, they’ll be wondering where we are.”

As Sebastian heads onstage for sound check you grab a drink from the bar and join the waiting crowd. You’re not in the first row but you don’t mind. Positioning yourself in front of the keyboard, you look around, shocked by the number of unfamiliar faces at the show. The second the lights go down and the band takes the stage, there’s a palpable shift in the energy. Sure you’d been to rehearsals and a couple of local shows, but seeing the guys and Abby on a stage in the city, they look like they belong up there.

Seb had played it cool in front of you, but as he walks onto the stage he can feel his hands begin to shake. Shit, this is the biggest crowd they’ve ever had. He can NOT fuck it up now. Positioning himself behind his keyboards, Seb blinks through the spotlights to the sea of faces. Well maybe not a sea, but it’s a decent-sized lake. As soon as his eyes adjust, he sees you. He’d recognize your smile and bright eyes anywhere. He’s always nervous for shows, but locking eyes with you, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. You mouth “you got this” and blow him a kiss. God you’re so cute, he thinks, shaking his head to himself as his heart swells.

Abby starts the count-off with her drumsticks and muscle memory kicks in. Seb loses himself in the music as he always does. Forgetting he’s on a stage in front of a crowd of strangers, his fingers know just where to go. As the first set ends Seb slowly comes out of his daze, guided by Sam’s voice distantly addressing the crowd.

“We are Goblin Destroyers, thanks for coming out tonight!” Sam shouts as the crowd cheers. He introduces the band, and as you hear him say “...and on the keys we have Sebastian!” a huge cheer erupts from the audience. It’s a little too big of a cheer for your liking, and you can see Seb trying to hide his flushed face behind his dark fringe. You feel a sudden surge of jealousy and mentally kick yourself for not having marked Seb’s neck with your lips and teeth before the show. You’ll have to remember that next time. 

The music starts back up and you surrender yourself to the sound. The bass thrums in your chest and your eyes are glued to Sebastian. You love watching him play. It’s as if all his worries melt away leaving just Seb and the music. It’s so hot to see him this way, totally raw - the mask he usually keeps up between himself and the world is replaced by a look of utter calm.

The only other time you’ve seen him like that is when he’s inside of you. Watching his fingers expertly fly across the keys sends a shiver down your spine as you remember where they were just an hour before. You try to keep your lust at bay and enjoy the show, but the only music you want to hear now are the sweet groans from Seb’s lips as he fucks you.

After a few more songs, the show is over and people begin filtering out of the venue. You head backstage to help pack up when a hand grabs your arm and pulls you into a dark corner. Just as you open your mouth to shout, Seb slots his lips between yours for a devastating kiss, full of tongue and teeth and the adrenaline high he still has from the gig. You pull back for breath and punch him in the arm. 

“Ow, what was that for?” he asks rubbing where you struck him.

“For making me think I was getting kidnapped,” you laugh, putting your hands around his neck. Leaning up, you whisper into his ear, “You looked really hot up there,” and you take his lobe between your teeth. Seb lets out a soft groan and cups your ass in his hands. 

“Ahem,” Abigail clears her throat. 

The two of you freeze, debating whether it’s too late to pretend you were doing something, anything more innocent than what she’s seen.

“Oh my god, chill out you two,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “I know you’re fucking, Sam called me as soon as he left your little sex pad.”

You burst out laughing and Seb says, “Ew, Abs don’t call my room a ‘sex pad’.”

“Whatever, will y’all just help pack up the gear?”

You turn to leave, but Seb pulls you in for another quick kiss.

“If everyone knows, I might as well show you off,” he says with a wink before walking away.

Packing up is quick work and before you know it everyone is piling into the bus.

“You want the same spot?” Abigail asks. 

“Oh um actually Seb said he’d give me a ride back….” you say. 

“Ah, I get it. You two drive safe and use protection,” She says, closing the last door on the equipment storage.

You flush and stammer, “wha- we won’t uh-”

“Oh my god wear a helmet, dumbass,” Abigail laughs, punching you lightly in the arm as she heads for the bus.

You make a final sweep of the venue to make sure nothing is left behind. Emerging into the parking lot you see Sebastian, leaning against his bike. The lone streetlight above like another spotlight, and he’s putting on a show just for you. Seb’s lips curve into a soft smile as takes a drag from his cigarette. The smoke curls up around him, obscuring all of his features except his gleaming eyes that track you as you approach. All his.

Finally alone, the desire that has built up over the course of the night threatens to overtake you right here in the parking lot. You reach for him as Seb puts an arm around your waist pulling you close. He leans down, kissing up your neck to your ear.

“Did you get all dressed up in black just for me?” he whispers, nipping at the sensitive shell of your ear. You let out a shaky breath. 

“All for you Sebby,” you sigh.

His cock hardens from both the nickname and your admission. He pulls your body flush with his. You gasp as you feel his hard length pressing against you. 

“Let's get you home sweetheart, there’s so much I want to do to you,” Sebastian growls into your ear.

Taking one last drag from his cig, he drops it to the pavement putting it out with a twist of his foot. Seb reaches behind his back and produces two helmets. He hands you the smaller one.

“I thought you only had the one helmet,” you tease. 

“Gotta keep my girl safe,” he says with a wink. 

The two of you put on the helmets, and you watch as Seb straddles the bike. Ugh, he looks so hot, something about the helmet covering his features, only his neck exposed, really gets you turned on. He starts the bike and revs the engine. Seb reaches out a hand to you and you take it, straddling the bike behind him, you wrap your arms around his stomach. He reaches back, running his hand down your thigh, giving you a quick squeeze. And then you’re off.

God, you feel so good nestled behind him. Your arms hold him in a tight hug as your thighs squeeze him. Fuck he loves your legs and with your tits pressing into his back, he’s in heaven. Seb has always loved taking his bike out, he feels so free flying down the quiet highway under the stars.

His heart swells at the trust you place in him, to keep you safe as the two of you speed through the empty streets. He hopes you’re having a good time too when he feels you lean back and let out a whoop into the night air. Seb laughs and does the same. When he’s with you, it’s like gravity’s endless weight is lifted and he can dream again. You must sense this because you squeeze him tighter for a moment. 

Something no one ever told you about riding a motorcycle is that it’s basically one giant vibrating seat. And with your arms around the man you’re planning to fuck the second this ride is over, the sensation is making you extremely horny. You can feel the wetness pooling between your legs and you try to adjust your position to get the vibration right where you want it. Seb must think you’re uncomfortable because the moment you shift his hand reaches back to squeeze your thigh again.

His worry for you makes you determined to let him know just how good you feel. You start to move one hand, running it down his stomach. Seb returns his hand to the handlebar, thinking your touch is to reassure him, but you aren’t done. Your fingers drift downward, searching and finding. His cock stiffens and his hands clench the handles. You give him a rough squeeze through his jeans and he lets out a groan barely audible through the sound of the wind. You tug on his length as you rock your hips on the seat.

Closing your eyes you begin a slow pace of jacking him off over his jeans and grinding your pussy into the vibrations. You’re so lost in seeking your pleasure that you don’t notice Seb has turned off the highway until the motor cuts off. You whine at the lack of vibration, not fully comprehending what’s happening until Seb pulls you off the bike. His helmet is still on but his visor is open. You can see the desire flashing in his eyes. 

“My needy girl, couldn’t wait to finish the ride before needing my cock,” he growls. 

“I- I didn’t mean to…” you whimper as Seb pulls off his helmet, and runs his hand through his hair. 

“What am I gonna do with you,” he huffs out a laugh, shaking his head.

Setting down the helmet, Seb circles the bike. You take off your helmet, shaking out your hair. He drinks in the sight of you, the moonlight shining off your hair, the desperate look in your eyes, the way your black clothes cling to you and how he wants to peel them off. He pauses in front of you, hand palming his now aching erection. Your gaze is glued to that hand, taunting you.

Seb undoes his belt buckle, pops the button on his jeans and slowly pulls down the zipper. Watching you squirm with every small movement, he could do this for hours, basking in your hungry gaze knowing that you want him just as much as he wants you. But he won’t keep you waiting. He eases his cock out, hissing as the cool night air trails over his hot length. 

“On your knees baby.” 

You oblige instantly, he chuckles at your obedience. 

“That’s a good girl,” he growls. 

He shudders as you grab him, pressing a light kiss to his tip before you flick your tongue along the slit dripping with precum. And when your warm, wet mouth wraps around his length he has to stop himself from thrusting into the back of your throat. You take your time, sucking with your mouth and pumping with your hand until he can’t take it anymore.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and rocks his hips forward. Forcing his cock to hit the back of your throat. The feeling of your tongue on the underside and the light scrape of your teeth on top force out a groan from deep within his chest. His eyes lock on yours, so full of tears just waiting to spill out. He thrusts a few more times, relishing in the feeling of his balls hitting your chin. When your throat squeezes him as you choke on his cock, he swears if he died right now at least he’d die happy.

And as much as he craves to chase his own pleasure and pump his seed into your waiting mouth, he has to make sure you’re okay. Pulling his dripping length from your lips, Seb crouches down to cup your face in his hands. You cough and take in a few ragged breaths before meeting his gaze. He strokes your cheek, “such a good girl for me” he sighs pulling you in for a searing kiss.

“Up you go,” he says, pushing you up to standing. You lean back against the parked bike, not trusting your legs to hold you. Now it’s your turn to look down at Seb, even though you know you have tear streaks on your face and drool on your chin, his eyes are full of adoration. It’s so cute you don’t know if you want to laugh or to cry.

He rubs his hands soothingly up and down your thighs. Then his fingers catch the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough for him to press a soft kiss to your stomach. He grabs the waist of your jeans, eagerly undoing the button and zipper he pulls them down to reveal your black panties. This pair has a little bow just below the waistband like you’re a present that’s his to unwrap. He stands slowly, moving his hands from your waist to cup your breasts. 

He kisses you softly then whispers in your, “Turn around for me baby.” 

You do, bracing yourself against the bike. He softly touches your ass. It’s fully on display, framed by the lacy black straps of your thong. He growls, slapping your soft flesh. You let out a moan as the cool night breeze instantly soothes the sting. Seb cups your pussy and chuckles when he feels the hot wet crotch of your panties. 

“If I knew you’d like the bike so much, I would’ve put you on it ages ago,” he teases, pulling the fabric to the side.

He teases your slit with a long finger, dragging it through your folds to lightly flick your clit. You gasp and arch your back. Fuck he loves how responsive you are, every touch eliciting a reaction. He plunges two fingers into you, pumping his cock at the same pace. He gets lost in watching his digits disappear into your warm, wet hole. 

“M-more Seb, please,” you whine, pulling him from his trance. Before you register the loss of his fingers, the tip of his cock is already teasing your folds. You moan, pushing your hips back. 

Seb chuckles. “Is my sweet girl ready for my cock?” he asks under his breath.

He knows the answer is yes, he knows you’ve been ready since before the show, but he likes making you wait. Teasing you until his cock is the only thing that could make you feel better. He notches his length at your entrance and slowly pushes into you. You groan, finally getting what you’ve been craving for days. Your toys at home can’t compare to this feeling. Being filled and fucked by your man. 

He slowly enters you until his entire length is sheathed inside your perfect pussy. Your walls clench around him causing his breathing to turn ragged. His grip on your hips tightens, as he eases out of you until just his tip is inside of you. Then without warning, he shoves all the way back in. You cry out, arching your back and Seb knows he’s hit the spot inside you that makes you see stars. He thrusts into you again and again, fingers leaving bruises on your flesh as he steers you closer and closer to orgasm. Your walls squeeze him tighter and he knows you’re close. 

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts, “Cum for me, you can do it.” 

And you do, expletives and his name string together in a chant that he’s sure could raise him from the dead as you cum around his cock. He follows you over that cliff, pushing as deep as he’s able, sealing his body with yours as tightly as he can. If two souls could join, it must feel like this, he thinks as he empties himself into you.

The two of you stay in this position, you draped over the motorcycle like Seb’s wet dream and Seb still inside you, head hung low, trying to keep his legs from giving out as he decides if he ever wants to move again. And then your pussy flutters around his length and he’s sure if he doesn’t pull out now he’ll die from the overstimulation. Easing his cock from you he watches entranced as his seed drips out of you.

He’s never wanted kids but his mind is suddenly filled with images of your belly swollen as his child grows inside of you. He flushes and his cock twitches painfully at the thought. He pushes that desire down, your relationship (if you can even call it that) is so new, he’ll do anything to keep from scaring you away.

Carefully, he covers your dripping pussy with the thin strap of fabric that is your thong. You groan and wiggle your hips as he rubs you through the fabric. Seb slaps your bare ass, huffing out a laugh at your little yelp. After tucking his cock away and pulling on his jeans, Seb helps you up and turns you around. Leaning against his bike, he pulls you into his arms kissing the top of your head and breathing in the smell of your hair. You rest your head on his shoulder, kissing his neck.

His heart is so full he fears it might burst. You pull back to see his face, the look in his eyes is so tender, so loving you have to hold back tears. You slide your hands behind his neck and pull him in for a kiss. The kiss is long, full of hope and passion and all the things you are too nervous to say.

Pulling away from the kiss, Seb squeezes your still-exposed ass. “Let’s put this away before you tempt me to go again,” he says pulling up your jeans. You giggle, buttoning your pants. When you look up Seb is back on the bike, his arm extended toward you with helmet in hand. 

“What do you say, baby, let’s keep this adventure going?” he asks, hoping you understand the weight of his words. You know that after tonight, your heart is his whether he knows it yet or not. You take the helmet and climb onto the bike behind him. You whisper into his ear, “Lead the way Sebby,” and set the helmet on your head. He starts up to engine and with a whoop, the two of you speed off into the night. 

[mncxbe]

Absbsjskajnshajks idk if you’re taking more requests rn, but if it’s not an issue could I possibly request a part two of that fic you posted about reader having a cat ability which means that they’re sometimes in heat??😭😭 maybe with Tetchō and Jouno (only if you feel like it)

Yes of course and my requests are always open although it may take a while to write them♡ Also added Dazai to this one I hope you like it.

1.50♡ p2

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖, 𝑱ō𝒏𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: itty-bitty smut♡/ fluff??

°☆○ 1.50♡ ~ part 1

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

this smug bastard takes advantage of your state in the most subtle ways; lingering touches, flirtatious smiles and passionate kisses

at work he teases you more than usually, describing all the sinful things he'd do to you if you were in a more private setting👀 really just gets you all riled up for nothing

but when you two get home he acts like a completely different person

"What, bella? do you need something from me?" he always asks with a smirk on his face "Maybe some assistance with your little... situation?"

doesn't lay a finger on you until you practically beg him (nicely); it's not like he'll ever admit it but hearing your desperate pleas really boosts his ego

he does his best to help you in other ways too. he'll do more chores around the house and write your reports at work if you really can't handle them. overall he's a good guy♡

Dazai was lounging around the office, wasting time and avoiding his chores; since you had been sent on a mission, your boyfriend didn't had much else to do. He had his headphones on and was listening to some funky song when you suddenly walked behind him.

Leaning over his frame, you swiftly hooked a finger beneath one of the speakers and lifted it.

"Boo" you whispered lowly, your hot breath sending a shiver down his spine.

"Ah bella here you are. How's my pretty girl doing?" He tried to get up from the couch but you pressed further on his back.

"Bella... Come on let me get up and give you a kiss. I missed you" he whined

"Oh trust me baby. I want way more than a kiss" you said in a teasing voice.

In a matter of seconds, Dazai was back on his feet and had you pinned down on the couch, a mocking smile on his face.

"You're that desperate for me, bella? You've only been gone for a couple of hours. You really can't spend that little time without my touch?"

Your gaze darted around the room, hoping that no one could witness the position you were in.

"I'm in heat, Dazai." you confessed quietly.

"What was that? I didn't quite catch it?"

"I said..." you began, rosy petal blooming on your cheeks "I said that I'm in heat, Osamu. Because of my ability"

"And what does that have to do with me, huh?" he tauned, lips hovering just above the shell of your ear. "Do you perhaps want me to have my way with you here? In the office?"

Your body quivered slightly at the sound of his low voice, making him giggle.

"Get up, bella. And go finish your job so we can leave early."

You nodded your head in agreement before straightening yourself. As you were making your way back to your desk, your boyfriend called out to you:

"Oh and bella?"

"Yes?" you asked sweetly

"Don't forget to ask Kunikida for a free day tomorrow. You'll be needing it after tonight" he replied with a wink, causing your blush to deepen.

𝑱ō𝒏𝒐

you don't have to tell him that you're in heat, he can smell your arousal

just like Dazai, this man gives you the most condescending smile and shamelessly teases you throughout the day

if you work someplace else he'll send you texts to check up on you and gently remind you that he'll provide any help you need once he gets home

but if you're part of the Hunting Dogs good luck. he's all over you all day, making snarky remarks about your "condition"

Jōno also likes to hear you beg; hearing your thumping heartbeat and sweet voice when you tell him how much you crave him really turns him on

will cook breakfast for you if you're too tired in the morning

Jōno woke up with warm sunshine on his face and your sleeping figure next to him. This hour and a half before work, when you'd both wake up and cuddled for a while then have breakfast together was among his most cherished moments.

Usually you'd wake up just minutes after him, turning to face him with a wide smile on your face as you sleepily uttered a "Good morning Sai" and showered him with kisses. Except you didn't do that today.

Jōno knew by the accelerated rhythm of your heart that you were awake, but you were not moving an inch.

"Darling? Is there something wrong?" he asked softly, placing his hand on your waist.

You quickly shook your head as you curled up in a fetal position "No, I'm good, I'm okay". Your voice was shaky and low, as if you were pain.

"Baby please, if you're hurt or not feeling well then please-"

And then it hit him; a strong, intoxicating scent coming from your body. A cocky smirk rose to his lips when he finally understood the cause of your distress.

"You're in heat, aren't you?"

You suddenly turned to face him with a pleading look on your face. "Yea..."

"Well then we must do something about that" he teased, his hand sliding to your thigh. "Would be a shame to let you go to work like this."

Your boyfriend expected you to protest just like you normally did when he initiated such things in the morning, but today you were so compliant. You scooted closer to him, leaning into his touch; eyes glazed in lust.

"Well aren't you needy today, princess?" he inquired playfully. He gently pushed you onto your back and spread your legs, the tips of his fingers skimming along your clothed slit.

"You're so wet already, princess. I can feel it through your clothes" The little moan that left your lips when his lithe digits slid beneath the wristband of your yoga shorts reverberated through Jōno's entire body.

With a swift tug at your pants and underwear he had you undressed, thumb lazily circling your clit. His hot breath fanned against your parted lips.

"Sai, gimme more~" you babbled out, fiercely seizing his wrist as you guided his fingers to your entrance.

Your boyfriend only smiled at your desperate attempt, ceasing his ministrations. "Take what you're given, sweetie. Or I won't give you anything at all" he purred, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

You immediately complied with his order and released his arm. "Good girl. See, it wasn't that hard, was it?"

Suddenly, he plunged two of his fingers into you; stretching your leaking hole. A ragged moan escaped your parted lips as your nails dug into his forearm, causing your boyfriend to smirk. Your sinful sounds were like music to his ears, clouding his mind with lust. There was nothing he loved more than coaxing those delicious moans and whimpers out of you.

His digits pumped in and out of you at a steady pace; his thumb resuming its circular motions on your puffy clit.

"God baby I'm so close" you uttered in a ragged voice, thighs instinctively squeezing together.

Just as you felt the familiar heat pooling in your core, Jōno removed his hand from your underwear.

"Won't you look at that, love. We gotta go to work or we'll be late." he said tauntingly. You let out a loud hiss at the loss of touch.

"Sai, don't you dare leave me like this-" you cried out but it was too late. Your boyfriend was already on his way to the bathroom.

The rest of the morning was spent in silence hence you decided to punish your partner for teasing you. Of course, you were aware of how much Jōno enjoyed himself; a scornful laughter escaping his lips whenever you dodged his touch and kisses.

"I'm gonna head out, love. Good luck at work!" he voiced before leaving, but you didn't reply. A few seconds after you heard the door of your shared apartment close with a thud.

You spent most of the day in a state of utter annoyance and frustration, not being able to focus on any task you were given. All you wanted was for your partner to take care of your needs but instead he treated you like a plaything, leaving you brimming with pent-up desires.

Around 2 p.m, your phone chimed, announcing that you just received a text from Jōno. A rosy blush rose to your cheeks as your eyes scanned the glowing screen:

'Hi princess, I hope you're doing well at work. I know you're yearning for my touch but I promise I won't leave you unsatisfied tonight. Just be my good little girl and wait a few more hours. I know you can do it♡"

It's safe to say that that night, your boyfriend kept his promise.

𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖

my sweet angel he's the most caring person ever istg. he's a bit confused when you tell him that you're in heat since he doesn't really know how that affects him??

but once you explain that you'll need him he blushes so hard; but he takes it well

Tecchou take princess treatment to another level during this time. You get to relax after work while he does all the chores and cooks food

he prepares baths for you or spontaneously buys you a bouquet of roses♡ he's really sweet

you're never left unsatisfied in bed, like never. he has an incredible stamina and a never ending need to please you

The setting sun painted the blue sky of Yokohama in shades of purple, red and ochre, a warm light glowing through the high ceiling windows of the building. Tecchou was compiling his last report for the day when you peeked your head through the open doors of his office.

"Hi Hiro. Got a minute?" you beamed, lips curling into an impish smile.

"Of course, darling. Come inside."

Your sweet boyfriend didn't suspect anything as you closed the door and walked up to him, hips swaying gracefully. You positioned yourself on his lap, snaking your arms around his neck.

"So Hiro. How soon can we go home?"

"Soon. I just need to finish the paperwork." he replied, pointing at the half written page with his black fountain pen.

You pushed your lower lip forward into a pout, impatiently swinging your legs. "Ok but how soon is soon?"

Without taking his eyes off of the report, your boyfriend shrugged. "In a few minutes but... if I may ask, why are you so eager to get home, darling?"

"Oh, well" you said in a honeyed voice "I don't know if I ever told you this but because of my cat-shifting ability I sometimes experience heats"

"And?" he pressed, utterly unaware of what you were implying. His slender fingers were gingerly caressing your hips, making you shift uncomfortably in his lap.

"What I'm saying is that I'm horny, Hiro. And I need you to fuck me."

Your boyfriend's eyes shot open and he droppen the pen, little droplets of ink splattering the pearly sheet; the grip he had on your hip also tightened.

Pleased with his reaction, you ran one hand down his chest, slightly tugging at the buttons of his vest. "But of course we don't need to be home for that. There's plenty of space here" you added, patting his wooden desk.

Upon hearing your daring proposal, Tecchou's face turned a light shade of pink. "I mean... We're at the office my love but I promise I'll take care of you at home, ok?"

You give him a small nod and a peck on the cheek before hopping off his lap. "I'll be waiting for you in the car. Hurry up"

As you walked towards the door you could hear a sudden rustling of paper as your boyfriend haphazardly attempted to finish his work. He caught up with you just as you were exiting the building; of course, you didn't fail to notice his ragged breath. He'd probably ran down the stairs. You let out a soft chuckle as you noticed this.

"So, darling. Is there anything else I can do for you besides, you know...?" he asked sweetly "I mean, how does this affect you?"

"Well, I tend to lack in energy levels and I have a terrible attention span. I was actually thinking about taking a week off work 'till I feel better."

"I see..." After thinking for a few moments, Tecchou grabbed both of your hand and spoke in a solemn voice "Then I will do my best to do as many chores around the house. I'll cook dinner for us too so don't worry about it. Just focus on feeling better, ok?"

The look on his face was of pure devotion and determination; causing warmth to pool in your core.

You rose to the tips of your toes and cupped his face with your warm hands before pressing your lips on his. The kiss was tender and loving at first, but you soon found one of your hands entangled in his coffee-coloured locks as soft moans rolled off your lips. He swiftly scooped you up and made his way to your car.

Your boyfriend placed you in the backseat before taking off his cape and discarding it on the passanger's seat.

"Wait, Hiro. What are you doing?"

His skilled fingers quickly undid the buttons of his vest and he slid it off his shoulders, leaving him only in his tank top which showed his toned arms. All this time his hungry gaze was locked with yours, making you shiver with anticipation.

"Well darling. I guess you're not the only who's eager tonight" he said before joining you in the rear seat; hurriedly closing the door behind him.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for doing fewer chores around the house because I'm not around very much?

I (23m) live with 2 other housemates (W 23M, and S 23M). We've known eachother for 4+ years now, and lived together on and off for about 3. Me and S are in college, and W has graduated and is working in the area.

The problem is, S doesn't really pull his weight in the chores department despite having objectively the most free time out of the 3 of us. He almost never does dishes, takes out the trash, or contributes to cleaning shared spaces without being explicitly prompted/helped. This was less of and issue in previous years living together because W and I had more free time/were around the house more, so we didn't have problems picking up the slack like we do now.

W works a full time job, and has an hour commute both ways so he isn't around much on weekdays, and tends to spend a lot of time with his gf on weekends. I work 2 student jobs on top of a full class load and only tend to be around the house to sleep on weeknights, and work ~8hrs a day on weekends. S is taking about half the credits of a full time student, and does not work.

W and I still manage to get "our" share of chores done (i.e washing the dishes we generate, taking out trash, some general cleaning) but neither of us are around/able to do this on most weeknights. S will leave dirty dishes in the sink/on the dining table after eating, and rarely if ever loads/unloads the dishwasher. This has become very evident now that neither me and W aren't around much, becuase the sink will be entirely full of dirty dishes despite both of us hand washing or immediately loading the dishes we use in the dishwasher.

Now that there's the context, AITA for entirely stopping picking up after S/doing any extra chores? I have been spending under 6 hours a day in the house for the last few weeks due to midterms, and have been eating all of my meals at work/on campus so I haven't been adding to dishes/general mess around the house. I could tell it was getting messy but i was trying to catch as much sleep as possible and could honestly say none of the mess was mine. I warned both of them that I'd be really busy/mostly gone for the next month between projects and midterms, and specifically brought up that I wouldn't be able to help out as much.

W was really understanding and said that was fine, S just said "cool". In this period, W started spending a lot more time at his GFs place because the mess was pretty bad and he didn't have the time to take care of everything alone. Je told S he would be spending less time around the house and again, S was fine w it. We both hoped S would step up and keep the space clean because we've frequently talked and seemingly agreed about the standards we'd like for the house.

I bumped into S on my way to bed last night, and he started complaining about how messy the house is and that me and W haven't been doing anything to help. I pointed out that neither of us have been around recently and that it's 99% his mess, and that he's a big boy with free time and can take care of it himself. He said that "you and W could have at least just asked and I'd do it" and said that I was being really passive aggressive about it. I just said "dude I'm going to bed, I'll clean what's mine tomorrow" and left it at that. I did a super light cursory cleaning of a few things, but left all the dishes/messier spaces alone because it wasn't my doing.

I feel like TA because I did/have been purposely doing less around the house but I'm sick of cleaning up after S. W doesn't really want to get involved because he isn't a fan of conflict and is able to basically live with his gf, but I did let him know this happened and he doesn't think I've done anything wrong, though I could have been a little nicer to S. So wise and powerful Tumblr, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[hypernova-writes]

Mon Bijou.

Synopsis: The King's ball is coming up, and you get invited to go by your dear friend. But...Should you really have gone..?

Pairing: Spy x Reader

a/n: This is the second person in my yandere! Royalty series! give me suggestions on who I should do next~ also Spy's name in this is Lawrence btw!

A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams, you will lose your heartache

Whatever you wish for, you keep...

....b e c a r e f u l w h a t y o u w i s h f o r...

Wishing upon a star every night is supposed to give you hope that whatever you wish for will eventually come true. That whatever problem that is plaguing you will be gone, and replaced with an everlasting joy that will cause you to forget whatever troubles originally plaguing your mind.

“Y/n.”

You pray and you hope that one day you will get your own happy ending, that you wouldn’t have to live this damned life that you were cursed to live.

“Y/N!!!!”

You jolted from your daydreaming by your window and hurriedly made your way down from the attic to the kitchen where you were being summoned. You finally reached the room to see your step mother, standing there with a basket and a list, meaning that she wanted you to go to the market. 

“I apologize for being lat mother i-” You were cut off by the harsh smack she delivered to your face, before she started talking.

“When I call for you. You come. You ungrateful brat.” She began as she turned her back to you, “You need to go out to the market. Theres things that need to be grabbed for my Daughters.”

You simply nod slowly, grabbing your bag and the basket off of the table before setting off, walking past your step sisters, who were busy gossiping about something you didn’t catch before you walked out of the home.

You were the eldest, being the only living family member left of your father. Ever since your father passed away two years ago, things have been horrible for you. Lady Navi, your step mother, took over the estate and everything that your father had originally left to you.

And your step sisters, Denice and Ana both know this, and continue to rub it in your face that your father is dead and gone. They were horrible to you, forcing you to do their chores, run their errands, you weren’t even allowed to go out anymore unless one of them were accompanying you. So you were surprised when you were sent off without them.

You hurried out of the door before they decided to change their mind, it had been a while since you had been allowed out like this. 

When reaching the market, you smiled and waved to all of the vendors who seemed more than pleased to see you out and about once agan.

“Ah! NIce to see you little one!”

“Are you doing well?”

“Here take this! Take care now!”

You gracefully accepted the gifts they gave you, knowing that you would have to hide them as soon as you returned home because you know for certain they would be snatched from you if your sisters even caught wind of them.

You walked down the market street before your eyes locked with a male, and you giggle as he beckons you over. “Greetings Mr. I apologize I haven’t been here for our meetings”

“..No worries Mon Amour..I am glad to see you are alright.”

Every time you came to the market you made sure to stop by this one stall, he sold many jewels and things that seemed to be way out of your league, but that wasn’t what drawn you to him at first. It was his voice. 

You remember your first meetings, You had to come to him to fix a watch that your mother had broke, but blamed YOU for it. He happily obliged an fixed it, all while talking about random things to keep your mind off your step mother.

He was a true gentleman, Such a kind a soul. Whoever would become his wife would be a lucky one indeed.

“Oh I have something for you my dear.” He says as he hands you a envelope with a golden trim. You took it and gasped softly. An invitation for tomorrow’s ball.

King Lawrence…Not many truly knew how he looked due to how secretive he was, but rumor has it that this ball was him reaching out looking for suitors. Every eligible bachelor and bachelorette in the kingdom was invited. You had figured you weren’t going to be invited to go because people forget you existed.

You happily accepted it and when you were about to thank him he places a finger to his lip. “NO need to thank me beautiful. You should get to enjoy yourself.” He then smiles at you before he looked to his watch. 

“Ah you should get home, I wouldn’t want to be the reason you no longer can come to town anymore.” He takes your hand and places a kiss to it. “Until then, Mon bijou..”

You tilt your head. “What does that mean?”

“My Jewel.”

—----------

You were happily finishing doing your makeup. Today was the day! 

The ball was here and your mother said that you could attend if you did all of your chores. So you worked hard, all the way until you managed to finish your last chore. 

You then ran to get dressed, putting on a beautiful gown that originally belonged to your mother. You smile as you do a twirl before rushing to go and join your sisters and mother.  

When you approached them, Denice sneered at first. “ Ugh..You’re going in that?” She laughed as she turned her back to you. “It looks like it was made from scraps! Perfect for you though.” 

You ignored them and went to your step mother and smiled. “Mother! I finished all of my chores, and I-i got an invitation from the town!” You say happily as you show her the invitation. She simply walked up to you and snatched it from your hands.

“Such a insolent and foolish brat you truly are.” She hissed as she held the invitation. “You don’t deserve this at all! This ball if for people who are going to be the King’s suitor. Not handmaidens.”

Ana giggles as she walks up to you. “Yes! And mother already promised that we would have a chance at the kings heart! Theres no room for you!!”

You looked at her. “B-but..You promised I could go..” To which your step mother only cackled.

“Oh I did? I said you could go if you were properly dressed.” She snapped her fingers and your step sisters advanced on you. You began backing away, shaking your head and begging them to not do what they were about to do. 

You had no choice but to watch as they pulled and tore at your dress, ripping it and tearing it, laughing and cackling as they ruined your gown. They continued for nearly 30 minutes untl your step mother clapped her hands.

“That’s enough girls!” She chuckled and smirked as her daughters came back to her side. “We will be late if we keep messing with the common folk.”

You watched as they took the invitation that your dear friend had given to you, leaving you with a ruined and tattered dress in the middle of the floor. You scooped up the fabric and could feel the tears beginning to well down your cheeks. You walk out to the backyard, before finally sitting down beside the fountain. 

You looked up to the sky and frowned. “T-this isn’t fair..” You mumble as you bury your head in the palm of your hands. 

Sighing softly you pull your knees to your chest, your tear stain face glistening in the moonlight, you were devastated, watching as the sky turned darker and the moon rose higher and higher in the sky.

“Hey, Hey You there.!”

You lift your head to see a woman dressed in a purple suit with purple glittering wings, she wore glasses and had black hair that was tied back into a bun. She smiled down at you as she lowered herself to the ground.

“Why are you crying?..” She asked and you motioned down to your dress. She then nods as she finally comes to rest in front of you.”My sisters..tore my dress for the ball…now i can’t go..”

She taps her chin before she smiles down at you.

“How about I give you another dress!”

“A-and how are you going to do that?..” You ask softly as you wipe your remaining tears before sitting up properly to look at the woman. “An..and who even are you?”

The woman stands up straight before she lets out a soft laugh. “OH! Where are my manners! You can call me Ms. Pauling! I’m like a fairy godmother!” She says as she whips out the wand and waves it gently in front of your face.

“Huh? Like the ones in fairytales?”

“Mhm! But i’m very much real! Watch this~!” 

You watch as she waves her wand, and a nearby pumpkin turns into a beautiful carriage made of silver and gold with emerald for the vines. The wheels looked like they could’ve been made of beautiful diamond with how glittery and sparkly they were in the moonlight.

You stare in amazement before Ms. Pauling turns to you with a bright smile. “Now what was that about not being able to go?” She waves her wand and a surge of magical energy starts to surround you. You close your eyes to shield them from the harsh lights.

“Go ahead and upon them now!”

You open your eyes and look down seeing that you were now wearing a beautiful light blue ball gown, the gown shimmered in the moonlight almost making it look like your were glowing. You wore matching white gloves,  and you watched as Ms. Pauling walked over to adjust the matching hair piece that was nestled in your hair.

“Oh Check your shoes too!” 

You looked down and saw that you were wearing crystal glass heels, fit perfectly to your size. You smile as you do a twirl and that earned a chuckle from Ms. Pauling. “See? Now lets get you to that ball~”

You then frown. “But..I don't have an invitation-” You stopped your words as you watched as she magically produced an invitation in her hands. She smirks and hands it to you before ushering you into the carriage. You hear a few more sounds before the carriage starts moving forward, catching you off guard. You stumble a bt in the carriage before you regain your balance. 

You look out of the carriage at the moving scenery before you, placing a hand to your hear you sigh softly. “God..I hope everything goes well…”

“I don’t know if i can take anymore heartbreak…” You mumble as you look up to the stars, You lean on the window of the carriage as it slowly started to approach the castle. 

You could see the dozens upon dozens of women and men dressed down to the tea, all of them with the same goal in mind:

Impress the king. 

“Alright! We are here!” 

You jumped as Ms. Pauling opened the carriage door for you, you take her hand as she helps you down from the carriage.

You let out a gasp of wonder as you come to look at the palace, having never seen it up close before, only from a distance. The place was beautiful, decorated in tons of flowers of various colors, ribbons and streamers of  all kinds covered the balconies as they welcomed various guests into the ballroom.

“Now Sweetheart, theres a catch to your dress.”  Ms Pauling points to the clock. “Once that clock hits 12 I need you to meet back here with me. Or else your dress is going to turn back into ruin right in front of you.” She explained and you nodded as she handed you your invitation. 

“Besides that, go and enjoy yourself.” She says as she shooed you inside. You nod and begin to follow the crowd of people heading inside. 

You were all wide eye and bushy tailed, after all, this is the fanciest event that you’ve ever been to you in your lifetime. The dresses were beautiful and the people who were all gathered here were too, it made you wonder why in the world did you ever decide to come here.

“You look lost, May I?”

You yelped as you turned to face a tall male, he had bluish grey eyes, salt and pepper like hair that was combed to the side with a few strategically placed pieces. He wore a red suit that looked very very expensive, covered in a sash with a jeweled brooch on his chest pocket.

He held his hand out for you and you took it gently allowing him to pull you closer to him, he chuckles at your wide eyed expression and the blush that covered your cheeks. 

“I’m guessing that this is your first time here, non?” He asked and you gave him a sheepish grin.

“I-is it that obvious?..” 

“Well, You look like a child in a candy shop, my darling.” 

You pout and he only laughs softly as he guides you in a dance, so the two of you would end up blending in with crowd as they moved around. You placed your hands on his shoulders as he guides you, you weren’t the best dancer, one doesn’t get much experience dancing with the broomsticks while cleaning up.

“What brings you here tonight?..” He asks and you think for a bit. Why did you want to come? Was it just to get out of the house and experience this before? Or did you actually think that you had a chance with the King?..

“Ah..Just to get out, My Step mother is quite..overbearing..”

“Hmm, I can understand that.” He answered as he twirled you, making you grip onto him a little tighter. He grins softly as he leans down to whisper in your ear. 

“Do not worry Ma belle..I got you..”

God his voice could make you melt, this man was certainly charmer..he reminded you so much of your dear friend. The way he teased you certainly was the same, bringing a fiery blush to your cheeks.

“What about the King?”

“Hmm?..Oh..well I don’t think i’m in the league for him..Look at me..and I mean he’s THE KING, not some lowly aristocrat..” You answer and he hums in response. 

“You never know, The King may be wanting a genuine, raw connection. Not one for money..” The male said and you tilted your head. You hadn’t thought about that. If you were a royal, you would definitely want to marry someone who wasn’t a royal. Someone who accepted you for who you were, and not just for the title that came with it.

“I guess so..I would hate it..you know? I would want to be able to choose who I want..and not for money or status..” You say and He nods along with you before he pulls away a bit.

“Shall we? I get a bit overwhelmed with crowds for too long..” The male says softly and you nod, taking his hand as he leads you out of the ballroom. 

The two of you walk and talk for a bit, he makes you laugh, and you make him. He compliments you and you return them as quick as he dishes them. You couldn’t see it, but his heart was pounding inside of his chest, never had he ever felt like this before, and never had you.

This was the first time you’ve ever been treated equal...let alone by a man.

So when he approached you once more, backing you against one of the pillars outside, his lips inches away from yours..

You didn’t push him away.

Maybe it was a bit risky to share such a moment with a man you just met, but the way he spoke to you, it lit something inside of you, like something was calling you towards him.

He hikes one of your legs up onto his waist as he presses himself closer to you, his lips brush against your before he finally places his lips against yours. He tastes of expensive wine and light cigarettes, His lips moved against yours as it was going to be the last time he was going to kiss you. 

His hands started to wander, traveling up your dress and caressing your legs as he tried pulling you closer and closer. 

“Tu es si parfait, mon bijou..” He practically growled against your lips before pulling away to trail kisses down your neck. You whimper softly and tilt your head to the side, allowing him more access to your neck.

“You don’t know how long I've been wanting to get you alone like this…”

“Watching you everyday..waiting..”

“Mon précieux petit bijou... je ferai en sorte que tu ne puisses jamais me quitter.”

You freeze at his words. 

“W-what did you call me..?” You ask as he pulls away, still holding your hands in his. He smirks and chuckles softly as he runs a hand through his hair.

“My Jewel…It seems you’ve caught on to me..” He starts as he then moves to get on one knee infront of you. 

“My name..Is Lawrence…King Lawrence…your precious jewelry seller…” He says as he holds your hand and you could only look at him in horror.

The man…the man you found yourself..falling for..always wanting to see again…

Was the King.

“I disguise myself regularly. To go out amongst the common folk, mingle with folks in my kingdom. Something i picked up from my son.” He informed as he places a kiss to the back of your hand.

“You..You’ve been nothing but a darling to me. You treated me with respect then…and you treated me with respect now.”

He then stood up, pulling you towards him once more, this time with a harsher grip as his eyes darkened a bit. “..you’ve stolen my heart…and I dont see myself with anyone else but you.”

You started to back away from him. “I..I your highness..I can-”

He shushed you. “Lawrence. Call me Lawrence. And theres no you can’t, I’ve chosen you. You will be my Queen. There is no one else I’d rather call mine.”

For every step you took back, he took another one forward. He continued walking towards you, rolling up his sleeves as he tilts his head.

“You are mine…and I refuse to let you go. You signed your fate the day you met me.”

Your mind was racing. Thats why he gave you the invitation, the gifts, the teasing…how could you be so stupid!?

You were about to respond to him when you hear the clock tower ring out, and you whipped your head around.

12:00am. 

You quickly turned on your heel and booked it, ignoring his yelling behind you. You had to get back to Ms. Pauling, you had to. 

“GUARDS! STOP HER! THAT WOMAN IS THE FUTURE QUEEN ON THIS KINGDOM!”

You looked behind you and saw as several guards came from corners, rushing to join him in chasing you. You yelped out as you sped up, trying to run as fast as these heels could take you.

You reached the large staircase where you had entered and began running down only to trip up. You got sent tumbling to the ground, crashing at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Ma belle!”

 You looked up and saw him standing at the top of the stairs, he saw you injured at the bottom and came running. You quickly gathered your dress and whatever strength you had left in you and went running towards the carriage, abandoning the heel that you had lost on the staircase. “

When you made it back to the carriage, you spooked the carriage operator and they were about to ask when you yelled: “Just go!!”

The carriage began moving and you could hear the sounds of guards yelling, trying to get the carriage to stop. You clutched your chest as the carriage made its way back to your home at breakneck speeds. You lean against the window.

Maybe your Step mother was right. You shouldn’t have gone at all..

You should’ve stayed home.

—-

The next day, the kingdom was up in arms. 

The king was traveling through city after city, home after home, looking for someone he called Mon bijou..his jewel..

You were home, cleaning, trying to forget that night with him. You were too afraid to go to the market, under fear that you would run into him again.

Luckily your Step Mom did need anything, and if she did, recently she just went her daughters instead of sending you.

The four of your were home today, You were busy in the kitchen while your Step Mother, Denice and Ana chatted about what was going on.

“I wonder who this mystery girl is!”

“Right! They got to dance with king!”

“And she just ran?! Such a dummy!”

You sigh as you listen to them..’They wouldn’t understand..’  You thought as you finished sweeping in the kitchen.

You then jolted as the front door was knocked on. Your Step mother went to open it, and you peeked around the corner, seeing that it was two members of the royal guard. 

“His majesty demands to see all of the maidens of this house.”

Your Step mother eagerly pushed Denince and Ana forward, “These are my two daughters, sir. Aren’t they lovely?.” 

You watched from your spot, and locked eyes with one of the guards and felt a shiver go down your back as he beckoned you. “You too.”

Your step mother looks over to you and she sneers, “She’s just the maid. She was not even at the ball the other night.” But the guard made you come forward anyways, dragging you to stand next to your sisters, watching as they struggled to fit into the glass slipper. You watched as they struggled, trying to do anything to make their foot fit into the slipper until the guards finally snatched it from them. 

“C'est assez!”

You lifted your head and you felt your blood run cold as standing in the doorway was the King himself. “Ma Belle…It is time for you to stop playing these games. Time for you to come home to your darling Husband.”

Your Step mother stood up. “Your highness! You must be mistaken. This is just our maid! There is no way she could be the woman that you are looking for!” She says as she makes her daughters get up. “Are you sure my lovely daughters aren’t who you are looking for?.”

The King rolls his eyes and makes his way over to you. He grips your chin and angles your face up to face him. He tilts your head, and he chuckles. “I see..I left my mark..” He says as he trails his hand along your neck. “Guards. We are done here. I’ve got my darling.” 

“That’s impossible! There's no way that she could be her! Look at her! She’s nothing bu-”

A loud bang was heard and you jolted as blood splattered a bit on your face and clothes as well as the King’s.

You opened your eyes and looked in horror as there was now a bullet through Ana’s head as she was now slumped against her sister who was screaming over her dead body.

King Lawrence then turned to your Step Mother and smirks. “Unless You want to lose another daughter, Shut that one up.”

He then moves to caress your face,leaning down to kiss your lips, not caring that your step sister blood was on your face. 

“Now…let’s go home, mon bijou.”

No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true....

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[kuninkaanmurhaaja]

Crystalline (2)

mwIII zombies au

Ghoap, angst, hurt/comfort

part 2

find part 1 here

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Simon, early on into the relationship, realized that Johnny’s anger was like a bottomless pit. Not even he was spared from it.

“Are you out of yer fuckin’ mind, Si?”

Bastard didn’t even give Simon any time to adjust to his surroundings.

When Simon didn’t reply, but instead rubbed his eyes, he continued, “You could’ve gotten yourself killed, you fuckin’ bastard. What the hell was all tha’ about? You want to tell me or are ya keeping secrets now?” The anger was obvious in his tone, but Simon knew that hurt inflection in his words.

John was worried, no doubt. He knew that the other just didn’t know how to show it.

When Simon, again, didn’t respond, John leaned over and flicked one of the crystals poking out of Simon’s shoulder.

“Ow! Fuckin’ arsehole, give me a damn minute.” Simon flinched and gripped the spot on his shoulder, careful not to cut himself on the crystals, and it was with mortifying realization that Simon was exposed. Everything, out in the open. That’s why John asked if he was keeping secrets now.

John also seemed to catch on that Simon only now realized. And that certainly only made the fire burn hotter.

Simon watched as John grimaced, spitting out, “You really weren’t goin’ ta tell me about this, were you? What about the feckin’ promise we made together?”

Simon tried cutting in, to maybe explain himself, but John wasn’t having it. “You were just gonna let yerself die like that? Did ye even bother tellin’ the nurses?” The prospect of Simon going before John always tore the Scot up inside. He could never keep himself together even with as mad at he was. His voice was cracking and he couldn’t stop the way tears threatened to fall, glistening in the sterile light of the hospital room.

“Johnny…” Simon finally had space to talk, and started softly, “… I know it’s not much of an excuse, but I didn’ want to hurt you. I’ve… never seen anything like this, there’s no guarantee I’ll live, so I thought ‘why bother?’ y’know?”

Simon took a deep breath, prepared to continue, hoping to reassure John so he didn’t have to see him cry, but the moment he opened his mouth as nurse came in holding a clipboard. She had a grim look on her face and Simon suddenly wished John wasn’t here. He didn’t want him to hear whatever the nurse had to say about his newfound condition.

“Alright, Lieutenant Riley, let’s see…” the nurses started, looking over the clipboard in her hand.

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Here’s part two <3 I have some things planned for the next part but I haven’t started working on it yet, so that’ll probably come out some time tomorrow or the next day. And sorry if it feels rushed, woke up late and wanted to finish this and get it out before I continued doing chores. As always tips and suggestions are welcome <3

[snovaness]

A dream

Was it embarrassing? Possibly but right now you didn't care. There he was in a simple oversized white t-shirt and blue flannel. The t-shirt's neckline showed off his beautiful collarbones you'd be lying if you said it wasn't driving you insane. He looked ethereal while you were in your stained work clothes from the café. You are positive that he could tell that you were flustered by the sight of him. "Han, we're closed what are you doing here?" the man standing before you was practically a daily regular with a few of his friends. The two of you weren't exactly friends, but you were friendly enough that your conversations went beyond typical barista and customer formalities.

"Yeah, I know but I... I remember that you said you hated closing alone and I just was on my way to my friend's place and wanted to make sure you were okay." You felt your face heat up. "Yeah, I'm good! I'm just about to lock up and head home. I appreciate the thought... it's very sweet of you." he stood behind you as you made sure the doors of the front of the café were bolted shut. "How about I walk you home? I imagine you don't live that far from here?" he asks. "I live a few blocks north from here. I can walk alone if that's out of your way. I'm used to it by now" He shakes his head "No really I'd love to. I have to head that way anyway." you nod and he motions for you to take the lead.

"So work on any new songs lately?" you ask casually. He told you last week that he makes music with a couple of his friends and posts them on YouTube and Spotify under their group name 3racha. You can see him smile brightly from the corner of your eye. "yeah! I finished my 4th song this week. I'm actually on my way to record some demos with Chan and Changbin. You remember them right?" you nod "yeah! they come with you often. Not nearly as often as Felix and Lee know though. Oh and can you tell Felix I did try his banana bread recipe and it was really good."

"I can always just give you his number if you want it," he says quietly. you shake your head "No that's okay. I wouldn't say we are that close. If I'm being honest I think your friends only talk to me so much because you come to the café so often. Not that I mind I really enjoy you guys. Don't tell anyone but you are my favorite regular." a blush creeps up to his cheeks and his ears turn a light shade of pink. "well you are my favorite barista." you laugh "Your order is the same every time you come in. You don't exactly change things up which makes things very easy for me." a comfortable silence falls between the two of you. Seeing your apartment in the distance you feel a strange wave of sadness that your walk with Han is about to end. Your thoughts land on the teasing of your co-workers who have grown to notice the crush you have on Han. Was it that obvious? Did he know? It was just a silly crush it wasn't like you planned to confess to him that would be insane.

"Well, this is the building I live in." you motion your hand to the apartment complex about 100 feet in front of the two of you. He laughs "This is crazy but my friend actually lives in that apartment building right there." he points to a gray building across the street. "Oh wow, how close! Funny that we have never run into each other around here then. Well... I hope I get to see you soon. Min will be there tomorrow if you stop by the café." he looks at you through the lid of his cap "Will you be there tomorrow?" you shake your head "I have the next two days off actually! I'm pretty excited even though all I'll probably do is sleep and catch up on some chores." he smiles at your excitement over your uninteresting plans. "well if your free tomorrow night there's this new horror movie out. I remember you said your favorite genre was horror... would you like to watch it together?" you watch him shove his hands in his pockets as the question processes through your brain. He bites his lower lip as he waits for your response. "I'd love to" At this point your cheeks are so hot you are sure he can feel the heat radiate off of you. You truly cannot fathom the fact that Han of all people has just asked you on a date.

"Really? Great! I will pick you up at 5 if that works with you. Can I have your number? I have actually been wanting to ask you for a while but wasn't sure if it was appropriate." you laugh as you type your number into his phone. How sweet you think to yourself. "gosh you're so cute" Your eyes widen when you realize that you said that out loud. "I think you're cute too," he says as he adjusts his cap. "Thanks for walking me home. I look forward to our date tomorrow" you place a kiss on his cheek and head inside your building. A deep breath escapes your mouth. As you unlock your apartment door you realize that you just kissed Han on the cheek. After he just asked you on a date.

You raise your hands towards your face and smile widely. This felt like a dream. You start to convince yourself that you've created this whole situation in your head. That was until your phone started buzzing in your pocket. Your smile widens as you read the message "I'll pick you up at 5 tomorrow." a chuckle escapes your mouth when another message comes in. "This is Han btw".

[daisychainable]

Shane's High Score

Fix it fic for Shane's 14 heart event! You shouldn't have to stalk your husband!

“You should talk to him.”

Peony blinked. And blinked again. Her hands tightened around the teacup in her hands, the drink still warm. “Excuse me?”

Marnie fidgeted in her chair but maintained eye contact. Her tea sat untouched on the table. They didn’t even get to the normal pleasantries, like ‘how is it going’ or ‘lovely day outside’. No, Marnie continued straight on to, “I know it may be hard to hear, but it seems like Shane is drinking at the saloon again.”

Peony fixed a polite smile onto her face. “Shane has been playing Journey of the Prairie King in the arcade. Abigail beat his score last week.”

“Is he though?” Marnie’s hands fluttered about as she spoke, waving away any arguments like flies.. “Have you gone with him?” 

The tea was honestly nice. Chamomile, from Caroline. Peony wondered how her morning was going. The silence hung heavy in the air as Peony finished her cup. “Marnie.”

Marnie stilled. “Yes?”

“Have you talked to Shane?”

“Not yet, but-”

“Have you seen him inside the bar?”

Marnie straightened as she regained some ground. “Yes. He’s there a lot longer than I am. Gus says he’s there until closing time!” 

Peony’s eyes crinkled. “Where is he in the bar, Marnie?”

Marnie shook her head. “In the arcade, but with temptation so close, do you really think he’s just staying in the arcade all night? Even if it is just video games, it can’t be good for him to-”

The teacup clinked loudly against the platter. The polite smile was gone. Marnie’s eyes were wide. Peony said in a low voice, “Marnie. I trust Shane. Why don’t you?”

A moment of silence. Marnie opened her mouth, then closed it again. After it was clear she wouldn’t answer, Peony reached across the table and took her cold tea. “Thank you for coming over, Marnie. I’ll see you in the shop sometime.”

As she took the dishes into the kitchen, Peony heard the quiet click of the front door, and she let out all the air she had been holding in. She pinched her fingers to the bridge of her nose and counted to ten. The day had been going so well up until this point, but at least in the late afternoon she didn’t have to worry about doing her chores angry. 

The small cuckoo clock ticked away to the next hour. It was a wedding present from Robin. At five o’clock, the little chicken inside popped out and clucked five times. It was a small thing, but it was enough to break a few of the storm clouds above Peony’s head. She shrugged on a light pink jacket and headed outside.

Pelican Town was gorgeous in the fall. The colors took her breath away during her first year, the buttery gold yellow leaves almost too bright compared to the dull grays and brown of the city. Jas had shown her where to find the prettiest purple trees in the forest, and the look on Shane’s face was so openly fond when they came back with arms full of leaves. The clouds above Peony’s head broke completely, and she shook her head with a laugh. 

The saloon was only half full today. Peony waved to Gus, who was doing a pretty good job pretending to be busy. “Another bustling Monday?”

Gus chuckled. “As full as ever. Got any mayo for me today?”

Peony shoved her hands in her empty pockets. “Ah, it seems I forgot. Maybe a free coffee would jog my memory for tomorrow?”

Gus shook his head. “Shameless. I’m being extorted in my own bar.”

Peony jerked a thumb towards the arcade. “Same as usual?” 

Gus nodded. “He got close a couple times, but I don’t think it’ll happen tonight. Make sure he leaves at a decent time, will you? I’m hoping to close up a little early to catch The Bake Off tonight.” 

Peony gave him a two-finger salute and slipped into the hall. The sounds of The Prairie King drifted into the room, and it sounded like her husband was making some good progress. In the dimly lit room, the neon sign cast bright purple highlights on Shane’s tousled hair and focused expression. His practiced hands tapped away diligently as waves of enemies swarmed the little cowboy avatar. Peony hovered a couple feet away and watched over his shoulder. 

“The little spike guys are piling up,” Peony chimed.

Shane hummed. “It’s fine, the time's almost up.”

There was still quite a bit of time left, but Shane’s eyes were fever-bright with anticipation as more of the men swarmed him. Peony leaned against the cabinet. “If only you had some sweet power ups to get you out of the corner,” she said.

Shane shook his head, a few strands of hair falling in his eyes. “Nah, it’s fine. I need that power up later.”

Later would not be coming as they both watched one of the spiked enemies pop down a trap right in front of his character. Shane groaned as the little cowboy blipped out of existence and the score screen flashed, Abigail’s high numbers dominating the top of the list. “Damn it, I was so close!” 

Peony didn’t think he was too disappointed. His smile was too wide, too contagious. “You think there’s any cheats out there for old-school arcade machines?” 

Shane huffed and wiped his sweaty hands on his pants. “There are, but Abigail isn’t using them. I’m gonna beat her fair and square.” 

Peony pulled a quarter out of her pocket. “Mind if I join in?” 

Shane’s bright eyes met hers with so much warmth it almost knocked Peony over. His smile was absolutely giddy. “Sure thing, player two.”

The quarters clunked heavily in the machine, and their little cowboys ran around each other briefly before setting to work. There was a moment of nothing except for the sound of pixel bullets before Shane spoke again. “Did something happen today? Normally you’d be slapping together pumpkin recipes this late.”

Peony rushed in to take care of the spiked enemies while Shane gathered power ups. “Marnie swung by today to chat.”

The enemies gathered around on all sides to corner them. A coffee power up blinked in close by, and Shane made a grab for it to squeeze out of a tight space. “That sounds nice. What did she say?”

A soldier popped in right by Peony’s little cowboy. She had gotten a little too close to the wall. “She thought you were drinking again.” 

Shane stilled for a moment, his fingers pressed down on a button but not releasing it. His cowboy shot aimlessly for a moment before he gathered himself again. “But I’m not.”

Peony nodded, covering for him while he scooped up some coins. “No. You’re not.”

The level cleared, and the shopkeep drifted in with their wares. Shane’s hand gripped the joystick and hovered on the side of the cabinet. His eyebrows creased, and all Peony wanted was to smooth it away. “But what if one day I did? Just, caved in and drank and sat in the corner of the saloon again?” 

His eyes wouldn’t meet hers. His shoulders hunched. Peony covered his hand with hers. They were both sweaty, but neither of them minded at that moment. “Then you would come home. I would ask if you were okay. We would take a shower, or watch that sci-fi comedy where neither of us have to think too much. The next day, we would call the therapist and make an appointment.” Peony slipped her fingers between his, and Shane gripped them back. “We can sit and be sad together. We can get back up and play games together and struggle to name the newest chicken together. Whatever happens, we’re gonna get through it together.”

Shane didn’t say anything, but a soft smile now graced his face. He looked at her with all the love he had in his eyes, and Peony knew hers looked the same. Then he looked at their score, and huffed. “We can’t beat Abby’s score together though.”

“Oh God no, Abby’s an absolute menace.”

[sparecrew]

Annnnnnnnnd...the state of things

Since it's been a hot minute for the ol' long(er) post.

Dad's chemo is going well. The "bad count" is dropping, so that's good. That crazy outage on Friday means his chemo tomorrow has to be pushed to Wednesday, but otherwise we're happy and hopeful.

I haven't touched Discord. (Eep.)

I've been trying to catch up in my GAB reading. I've kept up with the audio version, but you know how I like to read the physical copy, too. I'm not quite fully caught up yet, but I made really good progress today and I'm going to keep working on it. Maybe I can fully catch up by next weekend.

A nice thing happens when I have my Bible time, you know. I know not all of you are onboard with this sort of thing and I'm happy to chalk it up to a sort of meditative/psychological thing. That's fine. Call it that. But when I read my Bible in the morning - along with my coffee, of course - I go into a pretty cool mental flow state where things come to mind side by side of the reading. Like, I can pay attention to what I'm reading, but I start to have thoughts or memories or think of certain people. It's often people I'm having trouble with. Sometimes it's someone I've argued with; other times it's someone who has hurt my feelings; other times it's someone I've had uncharitable feelings towards. Unresolved issues, you know?

You can say that's my mind trying to problem solve. Maybe. I think it's God speaking to me and trying to tell me something about my own heart. What relationships do I need to mend? Who do I need to apologize to? Who do I need to forgive? Who do I need to understand a bit better? Is there a place where I can set my ego aside and acknowledge a fault in myself (usually jealousy or insecurity).

This is why I hate missing my morning Bible reading. I need that flow state - ideally as early in the morning as possible to start my day off in the right mental space.

Going to work to get back into that habit.

I was able to attend an EMS conference last week that also got me thinking about other habits I'd like to start or get back into. I had a gut check. It has me thinking about life.

Today I practiced the 5 minute rule. Haven't worked on that one in a while. Basically, if you notice a task/chore that takes less than 5 minutes to complete, you have to do it immediately. Works wonders for productivity.

I'd like to see if I can keep it up for the week.

I don't want to overdo it with big changes for myself. Little steps done long term take you the furthest.

Anyway.

[sallymareeq]

Entry 1

*context- i was having such a bad mental breakdown that i, as a person with sensory issues and severe anxiety, fell asleep on top of my bed fully clothed with my window wide open in the dark, but prior to that i wrote them absolute mess*

Dear Diary

i think I should write this stuff down before it eats me up inside and kills my soul, but writing hurts my hands and talking like anyone cares makes me hate myself.

I hope i never read this, i don't think it would be good for me. I hardly know what im writing but i don't care, i guess im just spilling my endless stream of thoughts,  staring at the black keys, not looking up at my obvious spelling mistakes, i dont care, that red squiggly line can suck my dick.

Tomorrow i think i need to go for a walk and see the cats at rescue or maybe catch a bus so i don't get tired, that will either make me feel ok, or worse, idk yet.

I think im depressed, i dont really feel anything and i  dont want to do anything anymore, i feel nothing. This isnt the sad depressed i used to feel when i was little, numb from sadness and self-hatred. This came on all on its own, or maybe the stress from school caused it. I have no  idea. Im not sad, but im not anything except tired and over it, everything is a chore.

I dont like doing anything but i dont like doing nothing. i try to do things to energise myself and feel something, i go for walks thinking being outside will help my mental health, doing something, the most i feel is when i walk down the street to the servo and get junk food like iced coffe and donuts. I feel accomplished buying something, until i get home and despise myself for spending money and eating junk food, im so stressed and disappointed it sucks.

We arent poor my dad has just instilled in me a frugality which i hate, i can never be happy when i buy things no matter how much i like them and how happy they make me.

I HATE MYSELF! Thats all i can think when i spend money and yet i do every day, i cant help it. I feel bad if i dont because i think that the thing i want to buy will finally be the thing that makes me feel, but as soon as i do, i feel like shit and every time i use the thing i feel an overwhelming sense of stress over the money it cost and if it was really worth it. Money has been one of my main stressors since i was 8 or so. I refuse to think about money if i can help it because it moves me from no mood to a bad mood.

I have BPD, i know it, my parents dont want to believe it but i know it. i was right about ADHD ASD and anxiety, even through all their doubts. When i know, i know. If i dont have BPD like the ADHD and the ASD then it just means that i am fuck up of my own accord.

Im too tired to fix it so i blame it on a mental condition so i can stop trying to fix it for a bit. I can pretend i have it under control and move it to the back of my mind. Thats why im always at least a little stressed. Thats why i can cry on cue. Someday i will die of a stress-induced heart attack. My brow permanently furrowed because im too mediocre.

*jesus christ that was morbid*

[tekni-kali]

Day 18

11:29p, Tuesday May 16, 2023

And with 30 minutes left of the day, I haven't neglected dumping a thought or two here before today is done. It was a reasonable Tuesday, all things considered. Drove 30 mins north to pick up my prescription refill after going two-weeks without this particular medication. TBH, I thought I could do okay without it, but even after only 2 hours of having taken it I could tell it was making a difference and I felt noticeably better. I s'pose that's why the doc prescribed it. Either way, it's been harder to get it consistently, and the price went up from $35 to $50 this month because why not? It's one of those things where yea, I can do without it but I'd really rather not so I guess I'll keep forkin' over the monies cuz wot other opshins do I have?

I did some chores today! Catbox, dishes and re-organized the junk in the water-closet. I cleaned out my actual closet on Saturday - put winter clothes away and rearranged the under the bed things so they'd be easier to access when I need to again. All of that felt productive but I still feel like I'm on the cusp of a depressive episode because of the work BS that's popped up in the last two weeks. IDK, I'll keep doin' what I'm doin' and hope for the best. Therapy is tomorrow, so I'm sure that will help.

Hollow Knight progression is slowing down. I've decided to bang my head against the 3rd Colosseum of Fools trial til I make them all dead. I have some good runs and am pretty sure I've gotten close a few times, but it ain't horseshoes nor hand grenades so almost doesn't count so I'll keep at it.

I need to do my therapy homework...I probably should've done it tonight but I also should probably go to bed soon and I don't think I'm in the mood to go exploring those cobwebbed corridors tonight. I've got some good tunes rolling also so I'll put it off tomorrow and try to get it done during lunch break or something.

I wanted to do a picture post dump also! So I'll wrap up these words and go get that done. Then maybe squeeze in an attempt or two to kill sum bugs.

Catch ya later!

-11:39p

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Mutual Desire - Chapter 5

*Warning - Adult Content*  

‘Zombie.’  

That was the word Damien Clark would use to describe himself when he looked in the mirror minutes after waking up.

He hadn't had much sleep since Nick had decided to be his alarm and wake him up with an early morning phone call. 

Nick had called to assure himself of Damien's presence today and that he had had a chance to look at the PowerPoint he'd sent.

"You can't be serious, Nicolas," Damien said when answering the unwanted call.

He sat on the bed refraining the urge to hang up.

"Were you sleeping? It's nine, Clarke."

"Do I really need to remind that I left your place a couple of hours ago?"

"When did you start needing so many hours of sleep, sleeping beauty?"

Damien rolled his eyes.

"Did you look at the PowerPoint already?"

"Nicolas, I just woke up. You just woke me up." 

Nick chuckled and that was the closest to an apology, Damien would get from him.

"I sent you a text minutes after you left telling you about it."

"I'm hanging up, Nick. I don't even know why answered the fucking call."

"Take a look at the PowerPoint and don't be late, Clarke."

Damien barely had time to end the call when Nick disconnected on the other line.

‘Jeez. Couldn't a guy have just five minutes of peace?’

Nick was so lucky to be his best friend and that Damien considered him as a brother. 

He didn't know if it was such a good idea to return to his interrupted sleep. 

Whenever he did so, he'd always have a hard time waking up and sometimes he'd ended up not waking at all. 

No, it was best that he'd stay awake. 

Besides he had some chores to take care of. 

First, he had planned to go to the garage for his car that had been acting up lately. 

Something he told himself he would do once done with work and his vacation started. 

But that never happened. 

Either he didn't make time for it or he would forget about the engine problem of his car. 

But it wasn't a good time to resolve the mechanical issue today since.

Damien had no idea how long he would need to stay at the garage and he didn't want to spend the day without a car especially when he had plan to go somewhere. 

No, the risks were too high. 

He decided he would deal with it tomorrow. 

After eating breakfast and taking a shower, Damien finally looked at the PowerPoint. 

It included 42 slides and Damien had to admit that it was very properly presented and eye catching. 

He examined each slide trying to memorize the most of what he could, not that Damien expected to talk as much as Nick. 

But he didn't want to take any chances since it was Nick's career and credibility that were at stake. 

He took a few breaks from the PowerPoint to look at his phone hoping Craig had texted him. 

But nada. 

Not a single text or call from Craig.

One of the first thing that Damien did when waking up or when waking up by Nick was to first call Craig and then message him. 

Damien didn't receive a response from his boyfriend at neither of the two attempts to reach him. 

If felt like it, Damien could've harassed Craig until he answered but he knew that wasn't the solution. 

They had to meet up and then resolve together the issues they had. 

Around noon, Damien Clark had finished doing the due laundry and washed the pile of dishes in the sink. 

He was about to dress up when his cell rang. 

For a second, he desperately wished it was Craig returning his call, though he knew the chance of that was close to zero. 

Dana, his sister was the caller and Damien knew exactly the reason behind the call.

"Don't tell me you've just woken up, Dam," his sister had said when Damien answered the call.

"Nah, been up since nine thanks to Nick," Damien replied his hands brushing his forehead.

"You sound tired. When are you coming?" Dana asked, going straight to the point of her call.

"I don't know. Sometime next week," Damien lied.

"Yeah, sure," Dana answered with a small laugh.

"Maybe not next week but the week after," Damien said, knowing his voice didn't sound convincing.

Not that Damien didn't want to see his sister that resided in Boston for the past four years now. 

It wasn't the case at all. 

Damien always maintained an amazing relationship with his sibling with who he was close to. 

The reason for his reluctance to visiting her was, well because of Craig. 

This wasn't a good timing to go away for some time for their couple. 

The two men hadn't had spent much time together and from what happened yesterday clearly showed this was becoming a rather important matter in their relationship. 

Damien knew that being apart for a week or so would only aggravate the situation even if it was family related. 

Though Damien knew Craig wouldn't get frustrated and would advice him to go. 

But Craig's understanding wouldn't prevent the accumulation of them not spending time together to rise. 

Damien knew he was at a dead end. 

But he realized that before going to see his sister, he first needed to work things out with Craig. 

And make their relation great again.

"As much as I love you, you know I won't be the one telling mom that you're not coming anytime soon," Damien laughed.

His mother was living with his sister. 

She had decided to follow Dana and move to Boston to support her with her pregnancy. 

But when Dana divorced, Damien's mom decided to stay to help Dana raise Ryan, Damien's nephew.

"I'll be there sooner than you think. It's just not a good timing right now," Damien said.

He didn't want to unnecessarily alarm his sister. 

But he needed her to know that his reluctance for not going to visit her when he had an abundance of free time being on vacation had nothing to do with her or their mom. 

But then again, he also didn't want to talk about the fight he had with Craig.

"Why? How come?" Dana asked, her voice sounded concern.

Damien shrugged, hesitating to talk.

"Nothing to worry about," he ultimately say.

"Doesn't look like it, Dam. What's wrong? Talk to me," Dana said softly, encouraging her brother to open up.

"Trust me, it's nothing serious," Damien said, hoping with all his heart it was very much the case.

‘Just a silly fight.’

"But?" Dana insisted.

Damien sighed and decided to tell her. 

He had always been comfortable with his sister who was also his confidante. 

And Dana made it easy since she was a lay-back and easy going woman. 

An extraordinary woman Damien might add.

"Well, Craig and I haven't really had the chance to see each other lately," Damien said, trying to sound unaffected by it. Dana stayed silent for a moment.

"When was the last time you guys had sex?" Dana asked nonchalantly.

"Dana!" Damien reprimanded his sister, unable to hold the little laugh.

"What? You're speaking to a divorcé which means I now know what it takes to make a relationship work."

Damien shook his head while continuing to laugh at his sister's non-filter.

"Thank you, Dr Dana but I'll pass," Damien said, an enormous smile on his face.

"So?" Dana asked.

"Dana, I'm not going to talk about my sex life with you," Damien said, the smile writing in his voice.

"Two weeks? Three? A month?" Dana inquired.

"A year," Damien said, chuckling.

Dana joined the laugh. 

They laughed for a couple of second until they regained their composure.

"It's not even about that," Damien said, his tone suddenly serious for the first since the call started.

"We just want to see each other, you know? Feel the other's presence."

"I know, Dam. You two will work things out. And if it doesn't, well I'll finally have my luck with Craig," Dana said.

Damien could almost see the smile in Dana's face.

"You have some fierce competition with mom in the race against you," Damien said.

Their mom and Dana herself immensely adored Craig. 

The word adore was probably a weak one.

"I won't show her any mercy even if she's my mom," Dana said.

They laughed again.

"Dam? You got this okay?" Dana said softly. "Craig is an amazing guy and you're too. Don't let this miscommunication, or the little things get in the way because it's those little things that you didn't give much importance to that often is the reason that it all ends."

Damien sighed and massaged his forehead. 

A nervous gesture he had since high school.

"I know. I'm going to make it work today, don't worry," Damien said, determined than ever.

"Good."

"I got to get going. Need to get all dressed up. I have something plan with Nick in an hour or so."

"Tell Nick I said hi," Dana said.

"I will."

"I love you, Dam."

"Love you too," Damien said back with a smile.

After the call, Damien had a battle with his wardrobe. 

He searched with irritation for a suit but couldn't find any. 

The last time he dressed in a suit go back to his cousin's wedding. 

Certainly, being a teacher, Damien dresses appropriately without being too classy unlike some of his colleagues who wear ties with questionable color. 

After another five to six minutes of research and digging in the wardrobe, Damien was finally able to find the most basic suit. 

The suit included a black jacket, a white shirt and black classic pants. 

He then sprayed some Hugo Boss cologne on him, without overdoing it. 

Damien's extremely black hair was carefully styled. 

He had undone his bun, letting his hair down to look somewhat more elegant. 

He placed them with gel so that his hair would stay in place. 

Damien contemplated himself in the mirror. 

He saw he looked presentable and that Nick would applaud his effort that he had carefully put on his look. 

Damien drove to where Nick's work was based.

The presentation was set to happen there. 

It would be the first time he would be stepping foot there. 

When he arrived, Damien was impressed by how gigantic and intimidating the building was. 

Even from the outside, it gave a luxurious aura. 

Damien was already eager to discover what was made within this real-estate beauty and he wasn't disappointed in the least when he entered the premise. 

The lobby was breathtaking and was attractively decorated. 

For a second, Damien thought he was standing at the entrance of a hotel in Dubai. 

It was quite impressive to see and it strangely made Damien more comfortable, though he never has been the kind to be attracted to luxury things. 

Though his bank account has a sizeable amount of money, Damien lived his life quite modestly.

After being inspected by security, Damien walked into the grandiose-looking lobby stopping every second to look at the beauty that this ground floor had to offer. 

He didn't require any help finding his way since Nick had taken care to inform him, via an SMS, of which floor the presentation was going to take place and that Damien was going to see him the moment he would descend the elevator. 

He started accelerating his walk after taking a glance at his watch to get the time. 

It was 1:37 PM and Damien wanted to look at the PowerPoint with Nick before the presentation which is why he made certain to arrive a little earlier.

 As he walked, Damien received a call from Nick. 

He sighed and picked up.

"I'm here," Damien said not wanting to sound irritated.

"Just making sure. You said you'd be here an hour in advance," Nick said. Damien rolled his eyes.

"Not an hour, thirty minutes I said," Damien rectified.

"And why are you only here now, Clarke?" Nick asked.

"Because I spend about fifteen minutes trying to find a parking, you ungrateful fuck," Damien answered. Nick laughed at the insult.

"Why didn't you park in the underground parking?" Nick asked.

"Uh, I don't know. Maybe because you didn't give me a visitor card, Einstein?" Damien said sarcastically.

Damien heard Nick's laugh on the other line.

"Hurry up, Clarke," Nick said before hanging up.

Damien now knew he would be leaving this building, handcuffed and escorted by the cops for being Nick's murderer. 

With the phone already in his hands, Damien decided to take the opportunity to send a message to Craig again, apologizing and telling him that he wanted to see. 

Damien's head was lowered as if he is staring at the ground but his eyes remained on the screen of his smartphone. 

The moment Damien hit send to transmit his text to Craig, his body suddenly met that of another and Damien felt a few drops of a liquid fall on his black jacket. 

Damien immediately raised his head and his eyes met the most beautiful face he had ever seen in his life. 

He couldn't say if he was day-dreaming or not, considering what or rather who was presently standing in front of him.

[starks-hero]

Right a Wrong

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You, Sam and Bucky get to work repairing Sam’s family boat. Turns out the boat isn’t the only thing in need of fixing. But with help from you and Sam, Bucky figures some stuff out.

Word Count: 3,745

Warnings: a bit of a make-out session but not enough to be classed as smut, tfatws spoilers! 1x05

a/n: This is a direct result of watching episode 5 too many times. Spoilers below!

|| Part Two ||

Small waves lapped gently against the dock and the afternoon sun warmed your back as you worked on the old boat.

You were standing side by side with Bucky, crowbar in hand as you attempted to pry off the old metal cleats from the boats side, whilst he expertly pulled rusted pipes apart and threw them into a pile. As if on queue, one of the pipes on the opposite side of the ship burst, hissing and spurting out white clouds of steam. You marvelled at how quickly Bucky reacted, quickly crossing the deck and sealing the leak with an abrupt upward turn of the pipe with his metal arm.

"Where did you learn so much about fixing boats?" You teased, motioning to the now fixed pipe with your crowbar. Bucky dusted off his hands.

"I used to work on the docks in Brooklyn before the war." He shrugged, rolling up his sleeves to the elbow and taking a seat on a crate next to you. "I picked up a few things."

He furthered his point by leaning over and pulling at the cleat you'd been grappling with. It came away from where it was attached to the boat's side with ease in Buckys iron grip. He smirked as he tossed the scrap aside and you rolled your eyes.

"Show off."

Bucky chuckled, sitting back as Sam stepped onto the boat. He was carrying a crate in one hand and shook his head when he noticed Bucky's smirk and your dismissive smile.

"Alright, you two." He placed the crate down and pulled out two green bottles, throwing one to Bucky and handing you the other. "Beer break."

Sam took a seat across from you both and you sighed as you opened your beer, raising it up to Bucky.

His annoyance was discredited by the fond smile that broke through his expression as he begrudgingly clinked his bottle with yours. You reached over and did the same with Sam as the three of you relaxed under the heat of the Louisiana sun.

"It's starting to look good," you noted as you glanced around the boat and Sam smiled.

"Yeah, it's coming together." He took a swig of his beer. "You know, Sarah and I were talking." He started and both you and Bucky glanced up at him. "And we could use the help. Don't suppose you two would consider staying around a while? Just till we get a lead on Karli."

The offer caused a noticeable smile to pull at your lips whilst Bucky shifted beside you at Sam's words. His agitation grew and he stood.

"I've got my plane to catch tomorrow, a hotel room for the night," he said, raising his bottle to his lips to hide his doubt. He really didn't have that much of a plan beyond that.

"You're just gonna set me up like that, huh?" Sam asked and Bucky shrugged.

"Well, I don't want to make it weird for your family."

"Just stay here," Sam said and you couldn't help but nod subconsciously. The truth was you really didn't really want to leave. There was something about staying with the Wilson's and spending the day fixing up an old run-down family boat that made everything seem so normal. It gave you a sense of home, a sense of normality that you hadn't had in a long time. For a while, it even made you forget about the flag smashers, Walker, all of it. It was a much-needed break.

"The people in this town are the most welcoming in the world. They don't care if you wear small t-shirts or if you've got six toes or if your mom is your aunt-"

You laughed and Bucky barely hid a chuckle behind a huff of breath and a bright smile.

"Okay, I get it. The people are nice."

You placed your bottle aside and turned to Sam.

"You're sure Sarah doesn't mind?" you asked and Sam's smile only widened.

"She's the one that offered."

Grinning, you sat back and nodded. "Then I don't see why not."

"See?" Sam pointed to you and then Bucky. "Just stay, man."

Bucky shuffled his feet for a moment before finally answering with a begrudging, "Okay. Alright." He didn't say anything else as he turned and walked down the boat.

"He'll come around. He probably just wants his space." You said, picking up your beer. Sam nodded, taking a swig of his own drink.

"I hope you're right."

You woke up feeling more refreshed than you had in a while. Your hands and back hurt slightly from the tiring work on the boat, but it was a dull ache compared to the constant throbbing that came after a mission. Your cheeks were warm, surely as a result of the hours spent out in the sun the day before.

Both you and Bucky stayed the night. Sarah had offered you the spare room and after a solid fifteen minutes of bickering, you finally conceded to Bucky and agreed to sleep in the guest bed. He took the couch.

The sun was just beginning to rise up over the water when you and Bucky both headed back out to the boat. Sam joined you not long after. You worked until mid-afternoon, reluctantly taking short breaks. You fell into a quick rhythm as you worked around the boat. Surprisingly, the three of you seemed to make a pretty decent team off of the battlefield.

"Hey, can you pass me a 12-300?" Sam asked from under the boat's control panel. Bucky reached into the toolbox and placed the wrench in Sam's outstretched hand. A few seconds later Sam was rolling out from under the controls and glaring disapprovingly at Bucky.

"What?"

"I asked for a 12-300," Sam stated plainly. "This is a 10-250."

"No, it's not." Bucky bit back.

"Yes, it is."

"No, it's not!"

"Hey, geniuses." You cut their bickering short as both men turned to look at you. You held up the grease-slick wrench that had been misplaced and tossed it to Sam. "You left it below deck when you were working on the engine."

Sam muttered a quiet 'thanks' as he got back to work. Silence settled over the three of you for a few minutes until Sam decided it was getting awkward.

"So, are you still planning on leaving tonight?" He asked from under the station and Bucky nodded, before realising Sam couldn't see him.

"Yeah," he said loud enough for Sam to hear. "I'll be out of your way soon."

You could hear Sam's sigh from beneath you as he clambered back to his feet and stood between you and the super-soldier leaning against the wall of the cabin.

"Well, there's no hurry."

Sam didn't say anything else as he cleaned the oil and grease from his hands with a cloth and stepped off the boat. Bucky sighed and let his head fall back behind him.

"Go," you ordered plainly and he looked up at you.

"What?"

"Go," you said again, nodding your head towards where Sam was walking away. "You both need to talk. Bucky, whatever you're not saying, it's getting to you. So go talk to him."

Bucky hesitated, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He glared at nothing in particular but his gaze softened when it found you and he muttered a quiet, 'fine.' You stepped aside as he made his way past you and stepped up onto the dock, heading after Sam.

"And don't be a smart ass!" You called after him. He didn't reply, but you could only hope that Sam and Bucky's conversation would be somewhat constructive.

"Nice shot!" You retrieved the football from the back of the goal as Cass, Sam's eldest nephew, celebrated his score.

Once Sam and Bucky had left the boat, you had headed back to the house, helping Sarah with any errands or chores, doing anything you could to help out. Sam and Bucky had been gone a little over an hour and you didn't know if that meant their talk was going very well or very not. You'd been sitting rather uselessly on the couch, waiting in anticipation, when Sam's nephews had invited you to play a game of football. And how could you refuse?

You tossed the ball back to the boys who eagerly pounced at it. You were stood in the small goal, allowing both boys to take as many shots as they wanted. AJ stepped forward and kicked the ball, groaning when it flew off to the left, a few meters away from where you were standing and missed the net entirely. He glanced down at the ground, disheartened.

“Hey, it's alright, AJ.” You smiled as you ran to grab the ball and passed it back to him. “Come on, try again.”

With encouragement from his brother, he took the shot and this time the ball planted itself in the top corner of the goal. Both boys cheered as they celebrated and you smiled. You dusted yourself off, your knees and hands covered in dust from the football game as you turned to head back inside the house. Both boys protested as you left but you promised them you'd be back. The more time you spent with AJ, Cass, Sam and Sarah, the more you didn't want to leave. There was something about staying with the Wilson's that made you feel content. It was homely and offered a sense of normality that the last few weeks had caused you to miss.

You entered the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water. Sarah had told you over and over again to help yourself to anything in the kitchen. You leaned against the counter, glass in hand and just basked in the feeling of not having to worry about donning a suit and risking your life at a moments notice. It was something you could get used to.

“That was adorable.”

Your head snapped up at the sound of a voice and you found Bucky joining you in the kitchen. He was smirking fondly.

“You and the boys.”

You chuckled softly and shrugged. “They're sweet kids.”

Bucky nodded, pulling a glass of his own from the shelf and filling it with water from the tap. It furthered the sense of domesticity that you were really starting to love. He took a seat at the table across from you.

“So,” you started as you placed your own glass aside. “How did it go? You and Sam.”

Bucky chuckled and you couldn't tell if it was sarcastic or genuine, but something about the grin that lingered on his lips had you banking on the latter.

‘‘Not bad,” he admitted eventually with a shrug. He hesitated for a moment before continuing. “We talked. He said if I'm going to fix anything, if I'm going to get what's left of him out of my mind.” Bucky subconsciously ran his hand across his temple. “I'm going to have to put in the work. Help the people I wronged instead of just saying sorry.”

You nodded, silently making a note to thank Sam later on. He always had a way with words, he could always get through to people. That's why he was given the shield.

“He's got a point.”

Bucky scoffed and hung his head at your words. “I should have known you'd be on his side.” There was no hostility in his words. He just sounded amused, and maybe a little tired.

“I don't think this comes down to whose side I'm on, Bucky. We both want what's best for you.” You answered honestly and Bucky glimpsed up at you. He anxiously toyed with his hands as you spoke, looking vulnerable, and slightly lost despite how hard he tried to hide it. You knew Sam had already spoken to him, but it couldn't hurt for you to say something as well.

“Look Bucky, telling yourself that you're okay and that everything that happened doesn't matter anymore because you've made 'amends' isn't going to help.”

He sighed, shuffling his feet against the tiles of the kitchen floor. “I know,” he admitted quietly.

“And I know you're probably tired of hearing this but, you're not him anymore, Bucky. You're not the winter soldier. Everything you did whilst you were him wasn't your choice. Just because you remember it doesn't mean that it was your fault. It's not your responsibility to fix it.”

Bucky sighed but didn't interrupt. He was listening. This wasn't like the therapist that he was forced to sit in front of and lie to every other week. This was someone he trusted, someone whose words he valued. Someone he honestly believed could help. He sighed but nodded to show that he was still listening.

“I think Sam’s right,” you said. “It might not be your responsibility to fix everything that went wrong but trying could help. It could give you that closure that you keep chasing after. You need to let go, Bucky. You need to forgive yourself. Maybe you just need the people who are hurting to forgive you first. Then you can learn how to do the same.”

Bucky's expression was unreadable. So many emotions flashed across his eyes you found it difficult to pinpoint just one.

“How do I start?” he asked quietly. It just seemed impossible. There were so many people he'd hurt, so many people he'd wronged. He'd left children as orphans, wives as widows and parents childless. How could he possibly start trying to fix or make all those people feel in any way better?

You smiled softly at his question. “Small. One at a time,” you said simply. “Then just keep putting one in front of the other.”

Bucky considered your words, glancing down at his hands as he thought. Before long, a small smirk pulled at his lips.

“I can't decide who'd make a better therapist. You or Sam,” he joked and you laughed, shaking your head dismissively.

“Well, Sam did council veterans so I think he takes that title.”

“I'd say it's pretty tied,” Bucky said, walking across the kitchen and standing next to you as he washed his glass, drying it off and placing it back on the shelf. The room fell into a comfortable silence.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said after a moment, his tone sincere and his expression genuine as he looked at you. You nodded, gently placing your hand against his shoulder.

“Don't mention it. You know I'm always here if you need to talk.”

The sound of a football colliding with the wall dangerously close to the window followed by two voice's loudly shouting, 'sorry!' in unison drew a quaint laugh from you both.

“Duty calls.” You grinned, patting Bucky on the back as you passed him. “Team Wilson is missing its goalkeeper.”

Bucky chuckled, watching you go. You crossed the kitchen but his voice stopped you just as your hand reached the doors handle.

“Y/N?”

You turned back around to face him and couldn't help but notice that he seemed a little more apprehensive than he had before.

“Yeah?”

He exhaled slowly, willing himself to tell you what was on his mind.

“I was just thinking things over and you know, I’m leaving today,” he hesitated slightly before glancing up at you. “And I guess I was wondering if you’d come with me?”

Your hand slipped from where it was still holding the brass handle of the door. You tilted your head as your mind fully processed his question. The shock must have been evident in your expression as Bucky rushed to continue.

“I know you're planning on staying here and I get why.” He pulled a tattered red book from his pocket which you immediately recognized as Steve’s. He began absentmindedly turning the pages, running his fingers over the paper. “I want to try and start fixing things, making things right. But truth is I have no idea where to start. I thought that maybe you could help me with that?”

“I thought you wanted your space," you admitted after a moment.

“No.” He shook his head. “That's the last thing I want.”

You thought it over, resting your back against the door. Bucky trusted you, evidently a lot more than you thought he did. Not only was he comfortable enough telling you how he felt and admitting he didn't know what to do next. But he also wanted you with him. It was clear he was holding back, not wanting to overwhelm you by admitting just how badly he wanted you to go with him. But the way he eagerly watched you as he waited patiently for your answer was a dead give away.

You wanted to help Bucky, you wanted to be there for him. If that meant helping him right his wrongs and staying with him during that trying time, at least until Sam got a lead on Karli and the Flag Smashers, then you were more than happy to comply.

“You're sure about this?” you asked and Bucky pushed off the counter and crossed the room, stopping just in front of you.

“Absolutely.” His voice dropped down to a hushed whisper. “Come with me.” His hand gently caught your wrist, his fingers running up your arm. His face was inches from yours now, your breaths mingling. “Please?”

His lips pressed to yours before you could answer and you immediately kissed back. Your hand fell against his shoulder, the other laying gently against the nape of his neck. He groaned quietly against you, his arms finding your waist as he gently guided you backwards till your back met the wall. He pressed into you, his hands roaming up your body and you moaned as he deepened the kiss.

“Yes.” You answered when he pulled away slightly and he smiled against you, relieved. Neither of you said anything else as Bucky sighed and pulled you closer, his thigh slipping between your legs as he pinned you to the wall.

God, he'd wanted to do this for so long. Wanted to kiss you, to feel you against him. He wanted you. Your hand slipped into his hair and you pulled him closer, smirking against him. You'd wanted this just as bad. And you both only had your own stubbornness to blame for taking so damn long. It didn't matter now though. Not as he gently bit down on your lower lip and you slipped your hand under his shirt and felt up his chest. It all felt so natural, so right.

“Ten minutes.”

Both your eyes flew open at the all too familiar voice, Bucky pulling away from you so quickly he only barely avoided falling over a nearby chair.

“I left you two alone to talk for ten minutes,” Sam repeated from where he was standing on the other side of the room, his arms crossed. You tried to subtly smoothen out your clothes whilst Bucky ran his hand through his tangled hair.

“We were,” Bucky said, clearing his throat. “We were talking. We...talked.”

Sam nodded, entirely unconvinced, and smirked. He reclined against the counter, showing no sign of leaving anytime soon. A painfully awkward silence settled over the kitchen as Sam continued to shift his knowing stare from you to Bucky.

The humiliation of the entire situation seemed to get to Bucky first as he clasped his hands together after less than a minute.

“You know, what? I'm leaving in a few hours and I've got to pack so I better just go-” Bucky rambled as he shot you a subtle apologetic look before turning to Sam, who was nodding along in faux agreement to his pathetic attempt of an excuse.

Bucky quickly crossed the kitchen, Sam harshly patting him on the back as he passed him and left the room. Leaving just you and Sam alone. You turned to your friend and found that he was still grinning at you with that same mischievous look in his eyes. You felt like a deer in headlights. In an attempt to act as though Sam hadn't just walked in on you and Bucky making out, you tried making normal conversation.

“Sam, there was actually something I wanted to tell you. I know I said I was going to stay for a while but I guess there's been a change of plan. I-”

“I know.” He cut you off and his smile only widened when you looked at him in utter confusion. “You honestly think he would have asked you to go with him if I didn't tell him to get his shit together first?”

Your confusion slowly melted away and was replaced with a look of disbelief. You laughed despite yourself. You should have known Sam had something to do with it. ‘‘How long have you been playing cupid?” you asked jokingly and Sam chuckled.

“He needs you, Y/N. More than he wants to admit,” Sam said, tone now more serious than before. “Things will be fine here, I'll call you as soon as Torres finds us something to work with. But right now, he needs your help before that hole he's stuck in gets too deep for him to climb out of.”

You sighed as the weight of Sam's words set in. He was right, Bucky really did need you. That wasn't a responsibility you could afford to take lightly. Not that you planned to.

“Thanks, Sam,” you said genuinely and Sam smirked as he crossed the room and pulled you into a hug. He could tell you needed it.

“Anytime.” He pulled away and offered you a warning glare. “But I swear, if you two making out the minute I turn my back becomes a regular thing I'm going to kick both your asses.”

“Got it,” you nodded, barely stifling a laugh.

Sam's scowl melted into a smile and he motioned towards the stairs. “Go on, get your things together. You've got a plane to catch in a few hours.”

You smiled and headed upstairs after Bucky. Sam leaned against the counter with his arms crossed and a satisfied smile. Getting you two together had taken more work than he'd thought. But he knew it would be worth it, you both needed each other. Whether you were willing to admit it or not. And Sam was confident that if there was anyone that could help Bucky and offer him that sense of home and peace that he was so desperately craving, it was you.

tag list: @bakerstreethound​ @miraclesoflove​ @doozywoozy​ @kealohilani-tepise

[aggravatetheaxe]

Idk if you write for Brahms but

" i knew you wouldn't go to sleep willingly, so i brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket. twenty minutes of shut-eye, okay? " with Brahms?

softness prompts

As you all requested, more Brahms! GN reader!

***

You should have known better than to let Brahms talk you into scary movie night.

To be fair to you, though, he loved some horror movies - the gory ones. Slashers. He found them fascinating, to a creepy extent sometimes, especially when death and sex were intertwined. You'd stopped showing them to him for that reason. There was no need to fill an already sick mind with ideas.

However, apparently, ghost stories were another thing altogether. Grown man though he was, Brahms could be incredibly childish, so what really scared him was not violence - he'd already dealt a lot of it himself - but things that went bump in the night.

He hadn't even been able to finish the movie. You'd had to turn it off and comfort him while he wept, clinging to you and asking for his mother. It had taken an hour to calm him down, but he still wouldn't touch the floor, let alone leave the couch to go to his room.

"But Brahms, bedtime is in the rules," you explained gently. "And good boys follow the rules."

"I don't care!" he wailed, voice wobbling between a boy's and a man's. "I'm not going to bed, Y/N, I'm not!"

"But your mum told me - "

"I don't care." Decidedly a man's voice this time. "I'm a grown-up, and I'm the boss of you!"

He wasn't very convincing, curled up on the sofa as he was with his knees pulled to his chest and his sweater wrapped around him. He may be over six feet tall, but he had made himself quite little.

You sighed. There wasn't much you could do besides give him what he wanted - you really didn't need a full-blown tantrum tonight, and after all, he was right. He was a grown man. "All right, Brahms."

With that, you turned, starting to leave the room. Just because he was staying up didn't mean you had to. You still had to get up tomorrow morning, make food, do all your chores ... Brahms didn't have responsibilities, not really, but you did.

"Where are you going?" he asked hurriedly, suddenly on his knees, looking at you over the back of the sofa. His reedy voice became higher with each word, shaking slightly. "Y/N, don't leave me! Stay!"

Ugh, Brahms. But you turned back, looking at him. "I have to get ready for bed, sweetie ... I gotta sleep."

"Don't go." He was nearly in a panic, but he still refused to touch the ground. "Don't go, please, I need you!"

"But - "

"I'm scared," he added quieter, suddenly a boy again.

You paused for another moment, looking between him and the hall as you considered your options. Finally, you sighed and returned, standing in front of the television. "Okay, let's just watch, um..." Turning, you scanned the titles of the small VHS collection, then picked something at random. "Adam Adamant Lives! with Gerald Harper."

You popped the VHS in before returning to the sofa, letting Brahms cling to you. The show was black and white, probably from the sixties, about an Edwardian gentlemen trapped in "modern" London. It wasn't good, per se, but it captured your attention long enough that you didn't notice Brahms as he shifted, laying his head in your lap.

By the time the tape was over, you were really beginning to feel the day catching up to you. And, apparently, it was catching up to Brahms, too - his eyes were glazed behind his mask, and his chest rose and fell slowly and evenly. He was fighting sleep.

Carefully, very carefully, you slid out from under him. He whined in protest, but you whispered, "Shh, I'll be right back. I just have to use the loo."

It was a little white lie, but you hoped he could forgive you.

By the time you came back bearing gifts, he had sat up and was staring at the doorway, body tense. "You were gone a long time," he said, voice wavering between boy and man.

You nodded and came to him, offering what you'd brought. "I knew you wouldn't go to sleep willingly, so I brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket." With a smile, you set the tea on the side table, then spread the blanket across both your laps. "Twenty minutes of shut-eye, okay?"

Brahms looked between you and the tea before slowly taking off his mask. He wasn't too badly burnt, in all honesty - you'd seen worse - but he still wasn't used to being out, especially not bare-faced. The saucer chattered as he lifted the tea to his lips and took a small sip.

While he drank, you rewound the tape, starting it from the beginning. Eventually, his head was in your lap again, and you dared to run your fingers through his curls, scratching his scalp.

He hummed, already half asleep, and murmured through yawns, "Thank you ... ever so much ... pretty Y/N..."

[reki-of-the-valley]

Time Zones

Hi @rainbowrider1290 💛 Technically this was supposed to be a surprise Christmas present but um. We're a month later and I already showed you the first two parts. But at least the third part is new so that can be a surprise? And I hope you like it 💛

Read it on ao3 here!

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1 - Departure

Kyan Reki

And then ofc Nanaka started crying because she wanted to bring the kitten home to show Chihiro but obvs my mom said no so now she’s pouting

(Feb 6, 22:33)

Hasegawa Langa

Isn’t Koyomi allergic to cats or something?

(Feb 6, 22:33)

Kyan Reki

Yup

A bit

Nothing deadly but she does end up with a stuffy nose and sometimes teary eyes

So no cats.

Anyway I really have to go to bed

Gotta be up real early tomorrow

(Feb 6, 22:35)

Hasegawa Langa

Right you said you had to do something for Joe?

(Feb 6, 22:36)

Kyan Reki

Yup!

And then my mom needs to me do some chores and errands for her

I prob won’t be able to text you tomorrow at all unless I find some time during breaks or whatever

(Feb 6, 22:37)

Hasegawa Langa

Don’t worry about it

What time do you have to be up?

(Feb 6, 22:38)

Kyan Reki

Like 5? Joe wants me at the restaurant latest 5:30

(Feb 6, 22:38)

Hasegawa Langa

Wow

Yeah you wouldn’t catch me doing that

(Feb 6, 22:39)

Kyan Reki

I know dude

You’re barely functional before 10

But anyway gn man

Or have a good day?

What time is it there?

8? Almost 9?

(Feb 6, 22:41)

Hasegawa Langa

Yeah

(Feb 6, 22:41)

Kyan Reki

Aww you got up before 10 to actually talk to me

That’s so cute man

You’re clearly still in bed rn aren’t you?

(Feb 6, 22:42)

Hasegawa Langa

You think I’m getting up on a Sunday?

I’m going back to sleep as soon as you do

(Feb 6, 22:43)

Kyan Reki

Of course you are

Well then sleep well

I’ll talk to you as soon as I can?

(Feb 6, 22:45)

Hasegawa Langa

Good night Reki

I love you

(Feb 6, 22:46)

Kyan Reki

I love you too

<3

(Feb 6, 22:48)

Reki sighs as he clicks his phone shut. He hates lying to Langa, but this time, it’s for a good reason. He can’t tell him the truth; that would ruin the surprise. And a little white lie never hurt anyone. At least, he hopes it won’t hurt anyone. In the end, he’s doing this for Langa. If he told him what he was really doing, then he wouldn’t be able to surprise him. If he told Langa the whole truth, then his surprise would be ruined and Reki has not been planning this for weeks with Nanako for it to fall apart right before the moment of truth.

As expected, the night is restless. Reki tosses and turns, his head filling with worst-case scenarios. What if he’s forgetting something? What if he wakes up at the wrong time? What if he mixed up the days and missed his flight already? He’s freaking out, even if he knows it’s futile. He knows these are all useless insecurities, but he can’t help himself as he scurries out of bed and opens the suitcase resting in the corner of his room. He just needs to make sure everything is there, from the old coat of Langa’s that Nanako told him to borrow to his many charging cables. He knows it’s all packed up – he taped onto his suitcase the list of things he’s put in to make sure everything is in there – but he can’t help the surge of stress. Everything has to be perfect when the time comes to be dropped off at the airport.

The night is restless, but he somehow manages to fall asleep. It isn’t much, and Reki isn’t sure when he finally fell asleep, but as he slams his alarm off, he knows he got at least a few hours of sleep. Maybe if he had gone to bed earlier, he would have faked a full night's worth of sleep, but he knows that that’s only wishful thinking. And anyway, he would have been miserable if he didn’t get to talk to Langa at least a bit; he’s already going to go a whole day without being able to text Langa all the dumb things he’ll see for the first time. He knows that if he hadn’t had those few minutes of talking to Langa before bed, he wouldn’t have been able to resist sending him pictures of everything he’ll see on his long day of traveling. Ideally, Reki thought his first time taking a plane would be with Langa, but this will have to do. He won’t be with Langa, but he is going to see Langa at the end of the long trip.

It's barely five in the morning when Reki finally manages to pull himself out of bed, but the house doesn’t sound any different from the other days. He can hear the usual hustle and bustle, from his mother shouting in the kitchen to the twins running around the house, their kiddish giggles bouncing through the halls. It’s as noisy as if it were midday, the day coming to life as soon as the twins manage to rub the sleep out of their eyes. And once the twins are up, everyone is up. Once the twins are ready to play their day away, everyone is aware of their presence.

According to his mother, that childish energy runs in the family, Reki having been the exact same at their age, if not worse. Apparently, he was up with the sun, dashing off to his parents’ room to jump on their bed until they were awake. And on the days where he did let them sleep in, he’d be in the living room, playing with whatever toy he could get his little hands on, sometimes playing with things that weren’t toys. Apparently, he had more energy than both twins combined, but now that he’s grown, he doesn’t have that energy. He’s ready to pull the blankets over his head and fall back into a deep sleep, but he knows he can’t. He can’t be late today. He can’t waste a single minute and the moment he pulls his hoodie on and his eyes lock onto the suitcase, he’s wide awake. The red of his bags jolts him awake, a mixture of excitement and anxiety bubbling in him.

It’s today. He’s getting on a plane today. He’s getting onto a plane for the first time in his life and it’s to go see Langa. He’s going to see Langa. He’s going to see Langa for real. He’ll be in the same room as Langa.

The excitement immediately takes over as he wheels his suitcase to the living room. Well, the anxiety is definitely still there – Reki can’t find it in himself to eat, the nerves twisting his stomach into knots – but he can’t stop smiling. He can’t stop smiling as he thinks of Canada, of the snow Langa’s shown him as he walks down the streets, of the Snow that’s waiting for him on the other side of the world. It’s so close, he can almost taste the sweetness he’ll be greeted with. Or at least, the sweetness he hopes he’ll be greeted with.

“Aren’t you gonna eat at least a bit?”

Koyomi looks up at him, her breakfast half-finished. She’s still in her pajamas and her hair is a mess of tangles, but she makes no sign of hurrying to get ready. They have to be out of the house in less than 20 minutes, but no one seems to be in a hurry. Reki is the only one who seems stressed by this, his anxiety now really flaring up as he digs through his carry-on for the third time that morning. It alternates between excitement and anxiety as he checks the time on his phone, practically counting the seconds that pass.

“M’not hungry.”

“You’re going to be on a plane for like 22 hours. Reki, you have to eat something!”

Reki blinks at his sister before zipping his bag shut once more and getting up from the ground. “I’ll buy something to eat when I’ll be in Tokyo or something. I have like two hours to kill there, so I’m sure I’ll have time to wander around the airport and eat something.”

“But you should—”

“I’m not hungry, Koyomi.”

The girl puts her hands up before retuning to her breakfast. Her eyes grow in what seems to be shock and annoyance, but Reki doesn’t have time to concentrate on that. He doesn’t have time to argue with his sister who seems to want to put up a fight, not when his phone is buzzing in his hand, an influx of texts bombarding his inbox. There’s no way he’s going to choose to bicker with his sister over texting his boyfriend, the boy who has him smiling like a fool. There’s no way he’s choosing early morning fighting over answering the boy he’ll finally get to see after being apart from for too long.

Hasegawa Langa

Good morning Sunshine

Hope you slept well

(Feb 7, 04:57)

Have a good day

Text me if you can

(Feb 7, 05:20)

Kyan Reki

Did you set an alarm to make sure you didn’t forget to text me?

Also sorry I didn’t text you back sooner, I didn’t get a notification for some reason?

I’ll text you when I can I promise

I’ll talk to you soon <3

(Feb 7, 05:23)

“Reki, we’re leaving.”

Reki practically bounces up at the sound of his mother’s voice. They’re leaving. They’re headed for the airport. Reki is leaving the island, leaving the country, and he’s going to get to see Langa. He’s going to get to spend time with Langa, with his boyfriend, with his best friend. It’s actually happening. Reki’s going to see the snow he’s heard all about and he’s going to get to snuggle with Langa as they watch cheesy movies like they do in said movies. He’s going to see Langa and it’s going to be perfect. It’s going to be absolutely perfect.

“Reki!” Koyomi brushes past him, hauling one of his bags towards the car. Her eyes narrow onto him for a moment before turning away from him completely. “If you don’t want to miss your plane, I’d suggest you get a move on it.”

The adrenaline kicks back in as he grabs his suitcase and runs past Koyomi with it. He feels like a little kid as he hauls his suitcase into the trunk and takes his spot in the car. Reki can’t stop the bounce in his leg, even as Koyomi whines behind him, threatening to hit him if he doesn’t stop. He can’t stop his excitement; he can’t remember the last time something so big happened to him. Well, maybe there was the day Langa said he liked him back or when they shared their first kiss or said their first ‘I love you’s, but it’s not the same kind of excitement. That had been a giddiness shared with another person; this is an excitement specific to Reki, a feeling he can’t quite express and share and do it justice. This is Reki’s moment, the giddy mixture of novelty and of pulling off the biggest surprise he could think of.

“Where are we going?”

They’re halfway there when Nanaka speaks up. She’s staring out the window, seeming lost. Then again, they never go this far; it’s understandable that she doesn’t know where they are.

“Don’t you remember, Honey?” Masae’s voice captures the attention of all of her children. “We’re bringing your brother to the airport.”

“Airplanes?”

Chihiro’s little voice has Reki giggling as he shifts in his seat, twisting to look at her. “Yeah! I’m gonna be on an airplane!”

Her brown eyes light up as he beams at her. “You’re gonna fly in the sky?”

“Yeah! I’m gonna be up in the clouds and it’s gonna be awesome! And I’ll—”

“Reki, can you please sit properly?”

He shrinks in his seat, mumbling out an apology to his mother, but he still turns his head to smile at Chihiro. She seems more amazed than Nanaka, Nanaka who lost interest in the conversation as soon as she got her answer. She’s far more interested in the many things zipping past them, pointing out the things that catch her eye. But Chihiro? She seems more than impressed with the idea of Reki being up in the sky, flying from place to place. She excitedly whispers something to Koyomi who giggles and nods, but Reki can’t hear what’s being discussed, not that he minds. This is probably one of his last chances to text Langa for a long time.

Kyan Reki

You doing anything for your birthday?

Or like. I know it’s weird with the time differences but also I was thinking

Maybe we could sorta do something together? Like watch a movie or something?

I know it’s not the same thing as doing something /together together/ but I just

I wanna do something special for your birthday, man

So thoughts?

(Feb 7, 05:48)

Hasegawa Langa

I’ll always have time for you <3

But a movie sounds good

And if you fall asleep during it that’s fine

(Feb 7, 05:53)

Kyan Reki

You’re the one who falls asleep during movies dude

Not me

(Feb 7, 05:53)

Hasegawa Langa

Because it’ll probably be pretty late for you by then?

And I do not.

(Feb 7, 05:54)

Kyan Reki

You passed out cold when we were watching movies at Christmas

(Feb 7, 05:55)

Hasegawa Langa

That was once!

And because I was still jetlagged!

(Feb 7, 05:55)

Kyan Reki

There was also before you left

You used to fall asleep all the time

(Feb 7, 05:56)

Hasegawa Langa

I did not but whatever

We clearly don’t remember the same things

(Feb 7, 05:57)

Kyan Reki

It’s fine dude

You’re cute when you sleep so

(Feb 7, 05:57)

Hasegawa Langa

ANYWAY

When do you want to do it?

My mom has a thing planned for around dinner time so that’s no good for me

But you’ll be asleep by then anyway so it doesn’t matter

Unless you want to do it that next morning (in Okinawa time. Still my birthday back here)?

(Feb 7, 05:59)

Kyan Reki

Yeah that sounds good

Movie at your 8?

And no one should fall asleep

(Feb 7, 06:00)

Hasegawa Langa

Sounds good for me

I miss watching movies with you

Like. Actually with you

(Feb 7, 06:02)

Kyan Reki

You just miss cuddling, you clingy monster

But cool cool

I gotta go now but I’m glad we have something planned for your birthday

Would have felt bad if I didn’t get to do anything for your birthday

(Feb 7, 06:04)

Hasegawa Langa

Just a happy birthday text and a phone call would have been enough

(Feb 7, 06:04)

Kyan Reki

Still

I miss doing stuff with you

(Feb 7, 06:05)

Hasegawa Langa

I miss you

(Feb 7, 06:05)

Kyan Reki

You know I miss you loads

I’ll talk to you soon?

(Feb 7, 06:05)

Hasegawa Langa

The sooner the better my love

(Feb 7, 06:06)

Kyan Reki

Sap

Ily too

(Feb 7, 06:06)

Hasegawa Langa

Love you Reki

Have fun today with Joe

(Feb 7, 06:07)

Kyan Reki

Fingers crossed

(Feb 7, 06:07)

Hasegawa Langa

<3

(Feb 7, 06:07)

The airport is terrifyingly imposing. It’s huge and there are people all over. Men in suits and women in heels walk around like they own the place, seeming far too used to the environment. They seem so in their element, so unlike Reki who’s shaking ever so slightly. Thankfully, his mom and sisters are there, but it doesn’t quite calm his nerves. He’s still terrified of the adventure to come, an adventure that he’s going to do all alone.

It’s a little reassuring having his mother tell him what to do for now. He may legally be an adult but that doesn’t change the fact that mothers just know best. Or at least, when it comes to facing the big and new world, they seem to have things a lot more under control than Reki does. He much rather just do as his mother instructs him than have to ask around; it’s a lot less embarrassing and nerve-wracking. Just following her instructions means Reki doesn’t have to second guess anything, which he appreciates; he’s stressed enough about being on a plane for the first time and all alone at that. And when all the formal things are done and Reki just needs to cross the gate, he’s feeling a little surer of himself. Standing at the gate, a gate that once crossed means he’ll be crossing the world to be with Langa, it has his excitement flaring up, taking over all the anxiety he’s been feeling all morning.

“Reki’s going on a plane?”

He nods as he crouches to be Chihiro-sized. “That’s right. I’m going to see Langa for a few days.”

“So you’re coming home tomorrow?”

He doesn’t mean to snort as he pulls his little sister in a hug. He’s not laughing at her as he presses a kiss to her hair. He’s not making fun of her but he can’t help the laughter that spills because, even though he’s tried to explain it to her on multiple accounts, she just doesn’t quite get it. “No, not tomorrow. In 10 days.” He takes Chihiro by the shoulders, grinning at her. “In 10 sleeps, I’m gonna be back home and I’ll bring back a present for you!”

“A present?”

“Yup! And maybe even Langa’s gonna buy you something for me to bring back to you. Would you like that?”

Brown eyes triple in size as the girl turns to their mother. “I wanna get Reki a present before he goes!” Chihiro rushes to their mother, clinging to her leg. “Please, mommy?”

Reki’s eyes lock with his mother’s. He doesn’t know what to say to her; he doesn’t need anything, but he also doesn’t want to say no to Chihiro. She’s rarely this insistent about anything, he doesn’t want to turn her down now. And their mother doesn’t seem keen on refusing her little demand, simply taking her and Nanaka’s hands in hers.

“We can go find a little present for Reki in the airport.”

“My flight’s in an hour, so—”

“I’ll wait here with Reki.”

Reki almost jumps the sound of Koyomi’s voice. She had been so quiet this whole time, eyes glued to her phone. It’s not uncommon at all for her, but with all the commotion and the stress, Reki almost forgot she was even with them. She had blended into the masses that pass by them, just another person walking up and down the large, echoing halls. She was just another person, at least until she was dragging Reki to a corner to sit, away from the strangers who brushed past them.

“You’re gonna bring something back for me too, right?”

“Well,” Reki leans back into the wall behind him, “depends what you want? I was probably just gonna bring back a toy of some kind for Nanaka and Chihiro. Wasn’t planning on getting anything super touristy or whatever.”

Koyomi’s weight is comfortable against his arm, her head resting against his shoulder. Reki knows that it’s not for nothing, that she’s not being affectionate out of her good graces, but he can still enjoy it before she ruins it. He can pretend that his sister loves him for no other reason than they’re siblings and not at all because she wants something from him.

“Can you bring back the most Canadian thing you can find? So I can actually prove to my friends that my amazing and awesome big brother that I love so much really did go to Canada to see his boyfriend?”

“Laying it a little thick, dontcha think?”

Koyomi huffs as she straightens out and shoves a laughing Reki aside. She shoots him a glare as she crosses her arms over her chest. She shifts on the floor, turning her back to him.

“I see how it is. Anything for Chihiro and Nanaka, but when it comes to me? Nothing.”

Reki wraps his arms around Koyomi and drops his chin on her shoulder. He grins as he always does as she glances down at him. They both know they’re exaggerating their reactions, Reki teasing her as he always has and Koyomi being dramatic about it as ever. It’s instinctual for them to act this way, that push and pull that’s so particular to siblings.

“You are the worst little sister, you know that?”

“And you’re the worst brother.”

They both break into giggles as Koyomi shoves Reki away once more. He falls back, his back hitting the wall as he lets the laughter bubble out of him so freely. It’s fun, this playful bickering. It’s fun being able to fall back into that after having spent so much time genuinely fighting and ignoring each other. It’s fun being able to be playful again, find that relationship they had when they were little kids. It’s wonderful, even, being able to be siblings that don’t despise each other; Reki’s seen siblings hate each other and he would hate for him and Koyomi to fall into that trap.

“I can try to bring you back the most Canadian thing I’ll find, but I don’t think they’ll let me stuff Langa in my suitcase. I can try to bring back some maple syrup though.”

Koyomi gags at Reki’s bad joke but she doesn’t linger on that. Instead, she grins, but unlike Reki whose grin is filled with happiness and sunshine as Langa says, hers is filled with mischief. Her smile screams trouble, a feigned innocence far scarier than ghost stories and the likes.

“Well, you see, I was actually thinking you could maybe bring me back like, a moose or a beaver or something like that?”

Reki blinks as she bats her eyelashes at him. She’s doing that thing she started doing when she was eight, that thing she had seen work on tv. It never actually worked on Reki, her false innocence being far too evident to him, but that never stopped her from trying. It never stopped Koyomi from trying to coerce her brother into giving her what she desired.

“I am not getting you a wild animal.”

She huffs as she crosses her arms over her chest and slumps back against the wall. “You suck then.”

They sit there in silence for a moment, but it isn’t long before Reki’s giggles break that quiet. And when Reki starts to laugh, it’s only a matter of seconds before Koyomi is joining in, her muffled laughter mingling with his. It never stays very serious between these two, Reki’s natural happiness going hand-in-hand with his sister’s playfulness. There are moments when their emotions cause them to clash, but most of the time, they can laugh their difference and arguments off, especially when they’re as ridiculous as this one.

“Reki?” The boy hums as he rests his head against his sister’s who has found its spot on his shoulder once more. “Don’t be stupid down there, alright? No skateboarding in the snow.”

“I see how much faith you have in me.”

“I wanna make sure you come back alive because, next time you go to Canada, I wanna come with you and Langa. I want to see the snow he talks about all the time and I also want to see the colorful autumn leaves we see in pictures. And I want to see a real beaver.”

“Alright, alright.” Reki chuckles as he nudges Koyomi. She looks up at him; her eyebrows are knit together before smoothing out as a smile grows at the same time as Reki’s voice. “I’ll be careful and I’ll be sure to send you a bunch of pretty pictures of the snow. And maybe of a wild Canadian animal. Though I’m pretty sure I’m just gonna see like, squirrels and birds.”

“And make sure to have fun. Don’t spend your entire vacation thinking of us.”

“I’ll be too busy d—”

“I don’t want to know!” Reki rolls his eyes but joy takes over as Koyomi twists to hug him. “Enjoy yourself, enjoy your time with Langa, and stay safe. I don’t want to hear that you got a concussion from slipping on ice.”

“I love you too, Komi.”

“Hugs?”

Reki looks up, big brown eyes fixated on him. And he laughs as he pulls Nanaka onto him, hugging her and Koyomi at the same time. It’s only a week and a half but he knows he’ll miss his little sisters. He’ll miss annoying Koyomi, teasing her and stealing her stuff on purpose, and he’s going to miss the twins always wanting to show him their latest works of art. He’ll miss being in his noisy house, but then again, he’ll be with Langa. And once with Langa, his head will be elsewhere. With Langa, he’ll be swimming in his affection for the boy, far too focused on making sure Langa knows just how much he loves him. By Langa’s side, there’s no way Reki will feel homesick.

“For you.”

A smile breaks across Reki’s face as he takes the pink toy Chihiro is handing him. He grins at both girls before pressing a kiss to each of their cheeks as a thank you. And as he presses kiss after kiss, the girls giggle and squeeze between him and Koyomi, snuggling into the pile of siblings. Four Kyans on the floor of an airport, laughing and snuggling like they never do at home.

“It’s a penguin,” Chihiro says matter-of-factly.

“And penguins like Canada!” Nanaka beams as pats the plushie’s head. “Because it’s snowy and cold!”

Reki’s eyes lock with his mother’s who’s just watching her children with a smile. She shrugs and he knows what that means; it means that the twins had been stubborn and did not want to hear that penguins are actually not from Canada. He knows that the shrug means that their mother gave up and just let the girls pick whatever it was that they wanted for their brother. And that shrug, it has Reki wiggling out from under the twins, leaving them with their older sister as he makes his way into his mother’s arms.

He's taller than her now, but it doesn’t take anything away from her hugs. He still adores her warmth, finding comfort in her arms. And as she beckons him down to press a kiss to his forehead, Reki can’t refuse. He just smiles as his mother reminds him to be safe and that she loves him. He smiles as she pats his cheek, tears in her eyes. He smiles, but he feels himself choke up as well, her emotions rubbing off on him.

“My baby’s all grown up. My big boy is finally traveling the world.”

“I’m just—” Reki chokes on his laughter as he quickly wipes a tear away with the sleeve of his hoodie. “I’m just leaving for 10 days. You’re making it sound like I’m moving down there or something.”

“Who knows, maybe one day you and Langa will move to Canada. And I won’t get to see you every day.”

“I’m not going anywhere, mom. At least, definitely not any time soon. I’m coming back soon.”

One last tight hug before his mother completely lets go of him. One last squeeze before she’s pushing him away and telling him to get going if he doesn’t want to miss his plane. One last kiss on the cheek before truly letting him step away from everyone. One last wave to his family before Reki disappears behind the gates that mark the beginning of a big adventure.

-

2 - Layover

Reki’s thankful that all he has to do is follow people around because he knows he would be lost otherwise. His head is spinning from having been on a plane for so long – his many short-lived naps did nothing to help his exhaustion, even if he knows that he got at least five hours of sleep during his long flight – and the novelty of everything is making him even more lightheaded. He’s following the masses which he had quickly learned is the easiest way around but his eyes catch on everything in the American airport; he can’t help but stare at the liveliness of the place, the people walking around as if it weren’t past midnight on a Tuesday. Well, maybe that’s because it isn’t, but in Reki’s mind, it is.

It's rather amazing to see all that surrounds him. It feels like he’s walking through a giant shopping mall, the type he sees in the American shows and movies he watches with Koyomi. Everywhere he looks, there’s shiny merchandise on sale and pretty girls trying their best to attract customers who are willing to spend far too much. If he wasn’t so tired, maybe he’d fall for their charms. Or maybe that’s the exhaustion talking because the moment he finds himself thinking that, he remembers why he’s here: Langa.

A burst of energy courses through Reki’s body as his eyes catch on a little sign wedged between two shop windows. Free Wi-Fi. Reki has free Wi-Fi which means he doesn’t have to spend the next four hours wandering around aimlessly all on his own. With Wi-Fi, he can spend a good part of it talking to his boyfriend, having him distract him and keep him awake. It’ll be hard to contain his excitement about everything, to deny himself the pleasure of rambling about all that he sees, about all the English that surrounds him, but Reki’s fairly certain he can hold it in for a few more hours. In just a few more hours, he’ll be in Langa’s arms, pressing kiss after kiss to the face of the boy that he loves. In just a few more hours, he’ll be able to tell Langa all about his long trip across the world.

After a bit more aimless wandering, Reki finally finds a place to sit, a few rows of seats placed by a little food stand. Initially, the plan was to text Langa as he ate something, fill himself with a bit of food that has to be better than whatever it was that he was given on the plane, but as he strolled through one of the food courts, Reki found himself with a loss of appetite. Normally, he has no problems with late-night snacking, but now, as everything is really settling in and mixing with his undeniable fatigue, he can’t find it in himself to eat. It's just like back home, that choking feeling he felt as he watched his sisters eat. Just thinking of eating is making his stomach twist in knots. He just wants Langa, beautiful Langa who always knows how to make him feel better.

So that’s what he does; Reki finds a spot to sit, slightly isolated from the passing masses, and pulls his phone out to text Langa.

Kyan Reki

Bro I'm so tired rn

I'd be so down to sleep

(Feb 8, 00:54)

Long minutes pass without a response. He knows he shouldn’t worry about it – he shouldn’t expect Langa to always bend to his every whim or always be available to him – but he still finds himself with yet another flare-up of anxiety. It’s the exhaustion making him worry, Reki knows this. He knows he becomes even more anxious and worried when he's tired but he can’t help it, the tightness in his chest.

His eyes flicker around the room before settling on an abnormally large clock. It indicates that it’s nearly 11 in the morning and if he remembers correctly, he’s finally in the same time zone as Langa. If his foggy brain isn’t playing tricks on him, Langa’s in the same time zone as New York. And if the mental math is also correct, the subtraction Reki’s been doing for months now, Langa should be up and about. He can’t possibly still be asleep at 11 in the morning. There’s no way—

Hasegawa Langa

If you’re tired why are you texting me?

Reki, go to bed

(Feb 8, 01:07)

Kyan Reki

Can’t

Not home

(Feb 8, 01:07)

Hasegawa Langa

Oh. Are you at S?

Say hi to everyone for me

(Feb 8, 01:08)

Kyan Reki

Nah

Haven’t gone to S in like 3 weeks

(Feb 8, 01:09)

Hasegawa Langa

Then where are you?

(Feb 8, 01:09)

Kyan Reki

Working on stuff for someone I haven’t seen in awhile

Hopefully I’ll get to go to bed in like 4 hours

I think I got 4 hours to kill until I can try sleeping?

(Feb 8, 01:11)

Hasegawa Langa

Reki

It’ll be 4 in the morning

Are you working on another board?

Why are you working on something this late?

Can’t it wait until tomorrow morning or something?

You should really go to bed, Reki

(Feb 8, 01:13)

Kyan Reki

I already started so I can’t do it in the morning

If I stop now it’ll mess it up

(Feb, 01:14)

Hasegawa Langa

What? Why?

(Feb 8, 01:14)

Kyan Reki

I promise to tell you all about it tomorrow

I’m too tired to explain

Just… Talk to me to keep me awake?

(Feb 8, 01:15)

Hasegawa Langa

Do you want me to call you?

(Feb 8, 01:15)

Kyan Reki

That

That would be nice I think

Yeah. I miss your voice dude

(Feb 8, 01:16)

Reki’s smile blooms like the flowers around his house, completely naturally at the sight of a bit of light. Except, flowers need sunlight; Reki needs the light from his screen, one of the many pictures he’s taken of Langa invading it as his phone buzzes in his hand. The smile is huge as he answers the call, pressing the phone to his ear.

Normally it would be a video call but Reki can’t risk having Langa guess where he is. It breaks his heart to deny the access but as soon as Langa’s voice comes through, his heart is mended back together. Langa has that power; Reki can’t help but smile and laugh when it comes to Langa, Langa who makes everything so wonderful.

“No video today?” Light laughter, beautiful laughter that is all Langa’s. “Afraid that I’ll distract you too much that you’ll forget about your board?”

It’s in moments like these that Reki wishes that he could be with Langa. It’s when he says things like that, those little bouts of teasing playfulness, that Reki wishes he was in the same room as the boy. He wishes he could be next to Langa to shove him aside as his own cheeks heat from the comment. He wishes he could be next to Langa to kiss the mockery off his lips.

“Yeah right, you wish. I know you’re pretty, but you’re not that pretty. My babies come first, but I guess you’re a close second.” Echoed laughs mingle, laughter Reki knows will be in the same room very soon. “Sorry about the no video thing, man. The internet’s been a pain for a few days now and it just doesn’t reach the workshop super great. We’re gonna have to look into that soon, but for now, you’re gonna have to deal with just my voice.”

Another lie and Reki finds himself biting the inside of his cheek. He’s feeling that mixture of happiness from being able to talk to Langa but there’s also that hint of guilt, the wrongness associated with not telling him the truth. He wants to smile but it feels wrong; he shouldn’t smile while lying through his teeth, even if that lie is to conceal a surprise. He’s doing nothing wrong. Reki is doing absolutely nothing wrong. He’s not being bad and deceitful, the reminder rings in his head, but sometimes it’s hard to remember that. It’s hard to not blurt the secret out, tell Langa everything he’s been hiding. It’s hard but it’s not impossible. It’s hard but Reki’s going to power through this.

“Good thing I love your voice then.” More of that shy laughter, muffled, breathy laughter that has Reki grinning like a fool. “But yeah, I can tell the internet’s shit; you’re super echo-y. You really can’t go back to the house and, I don’t know, maybe get some sleep? I know I’m not there to force you to bed, but it really would be good for you to get some rest.”

“Ah yes. The clingy monster technique of getting me to go to bed. Cuddle me and trap me in bed.” There's a pause in the conversation, a pause which gives Reki the opportunity to stare at nothing, at what would be Langa if he was in front of him. His eyes narrow onto that nothing but the smile grows as the lightness reappears in his voice. “Sorry dude, but you’re not here so you can’t do anything about it. But you could tell me about what’s around you right now? Like… What’s it like outside?”

“You want me to talk about the weather?”

“Sure, man! I mean, you don’t have to but also, I really just need to hear your voice.”

Reki can practically hear the smile in Langa’s voice. There’s that light laughter that hangs in his words as he agrees. And as Langa starts talking, completely taking over the conversation, Reki sighs contently; Langa never talks much, but once he starts, it’s hard to shut him up. Once Langa starts talking, really talking, his chatter becomes the center of Reki’s world.

It starts as Reki asked; Langa talks about the snow outside his window, the snowflakes swirling in the wind. Apparently, it’s not too cold out, not with the sun warming the winter air, but the snow is unstoppable. Clumps of fluffy snow hang in the air and Reki can’t help but imagine the view from Langa’s bedroom window. It probably looks straight out of a picture book. It probably looks beautiful, the snow against the windowpane. It probably looks like a Christmas miracle, not that snow is exactly a miracle, according to Langa.

It starts as Reki asked but the chatter quickly shifts away from the light snowstorm. The rambling about the warm sun shifts to Reki, Reki who’s Langa’s Sunshine. The snow outside becomes the many places Langa would bring Reki if he were with him. Everything turns to Reki and the love Langa has for him. Because Langa can’t go one day without telling Reki about all the things he loves about him. Langa can’t go a single day without making him flush, his cheeks hotter than any sun.

“There’s a park by the apartment and the city decided to make an ice rink in it for the winter and since Valentine’s is coming up, they planned all these stupid couples event things.” Langa’s voice drains out and Reki feels his heart sink, though he isn’t quite sure why. He doesn’t know why he feels the squeeze in his chest, but he has a vague feeling it has something to do with the smallness of Langa’s voice. “Reki, I’d bring you there every day if I could. I… I don’t know if you know how to skate, like ice skating because I know you’re an amazing skater but the other kind, not the one with ice skates, and just… It feels like something you’d really like. Especially outside. I feel like you’d be so amazed by everything around you and you’d look so beautiful all bundled up. And if you don’t know how to skate, then… then it would just be a better excuse to have you hold my hand. And that way, everyone would know that I have the cutest boyfriend. Because you are. You’re just the best boyfriend in the whole entire world – no! Universe! – and there’s so much I would love to show you. Just wish you could be here with me.” There’s a beat of silence, one that Langa quickly breaks. “Reki? You still with me?”

“Yeah.” A yawn escapes Reki but his words come out louder now. He’s exhausted, but he’s never too tired when it comes to Langa. “Yeah, I’m still here. I’m just… I love you, you know that, right?”

“How could I ever forget? But I love you too.” A smile stretches across Reki’s face as Langa’s voice comes through, that soft English that has his heart flipping in his chest. “I love you so much, Reki.”

Usually, people find more ease in speaking a language than reading or writing it. Usually, talking comes more naturally than the other parts of learning a language. And Reki is by no means a bad conversationalist when it comes to English. Especially with Langa around, Langa who has always had the bad habit of mixing English and Japanese. With Langa around, Reki quickly grew used to speaking the language. His high school English grades quickly skyrocketed once Langa entered his life to the point where his teachers suspected him of cheating; it was, however, just the effect of constant exposition to the language and the boost of confidence Langa provided when he praised Reki. So Reki is fine on all three levels – speaking, reading, and writing – but that doesn’t stop him from flushing whenever he speaks. Whenever he hears his voice, the way it comes out higher than when he speaks Japanese and the accent that coats his words, it embarrasses him. It’s embarrassing to not sound like Langa but it doesn’t stop him from trying. It doesn’t stop him from saying the words right back.

“I love you, Langa.”

Reki never stops trying because he knows that his words always have Langa laughing that happy laughter, light and sweet. He’s not mocking Reki; he’s smiling that grin that doesn’t need to be seen to know that it’s there. He’s laughing out of love, his happiness breaking from his lips in the form of a downpour of giggles.

“God I love it when you…”

The switch back to Japanese sounds so natural when it comes to Langa. He has that ability to flip back and forth between the languages, sometimes in the same sentence. He has the power to make it sound completely normal, something Reki has yet to achieve. Langa’s breaks, the way he moves in and out of the English and Japanese, weaving the different words together, it has always impressed Reki. But the most impressive thing is to watch Langa and Nanako talk to one another; now that is impressive workmanship of a true bilingual.

“The things I’d do to be able to kiss you right now.”

Reki giggles into the phone as he pulls his knees to his chest. He feels ridiculous, he feels like a child, but he can’t help but feel giddy. He can’t help the laughter because Langa doesn’t know that soon he will be able to kiss Reki. Soon, Reki will be able to claim that kiss Langa is promising him.

“I’d cross the ocean to be with you right now if that means anything to you.”

More giggles as Langa sighs. He muffles them this time, afraid of having drawn attention to himself. He can feel the girl behind the counter of the food stand staring at him. Or maybe she isn’t at all, but the paranoia has settled and Reki can’t shake the feeling of being observed. He always feels like he’s being watched in open areas like these, judged for his uneven laughter or for its pitchiness. He doesn’t like feeling judged for it so he hides it whenever he feels it get out of control. He hides it around everyone except Langa, Langa who’s told him a thousand times already that he loves his laughter. He never hides around Langa, Langa the only person who’s told him that he loves him just the way he is, Langa who’s laughing along with him.

“And you dare call me the sap?” The laughter calms, the choked giggles turning to a soft chuckle. “But same. I’d really do anything to be with you.”

“Soon?”

Reki bites the inside of his lips as the word comes out. It was a slip, his excitement getting the best of him. He tries to disguise it as a question or a suggestion, a coverup in hopes of not ruining the surprise, but he isn’t sure if he succeeded or not. Langa has his airhead moment, but he’s a lot sharper than people give him credit for. If he really wants to get to the bottom of something, Langa can do it; it’s just that most of the time, he doesn’t care enough to investigate.

“I’m gonna be with you as soon as I can, Reki. And that’s a promise I will never break.”

Another yawn escapes Reki as he curls up in his seat. It’s silent between the two now, the conversation having died down, but Reki knows Langa is smiling just like he is. Or at least, he sure hopes he is; he had that lightness in his voice, that tone he takes only when he’s smiling.

And Reki? Well, he’s definitely grinning into his hoodie now, nose buried deep in the collar of his sweatshirt. He can’t bite it down anymore. He can’t help but smile as his ears heat up at the sound of Langa’s voice once more. He can’t help the blush that arises as the English comes through once more, Langa’s voice teasing and so attractive. Reki can’t calm the blush, not when Langa’s voice has dropped as it always does when he falls into his native English.

“You’re tired, Sunshine.” Reki scoffs at the name but his nose is still buried deep in the thick yellow cotton of his hoodie. He scoffs but they both know how much Reki loves the pet name. They both know that Reki can’t resist the name, even if it’s used teasingly, the playful tone of voice going with it. “You’re tired and you’re gonna be grumpy in the morning. And when you’re grumpy, you become this snappy little thunder cloud instead of my beautiful, bright summer sun. So how about you go get some sleep, my Love? Go sleep and promise to dream of me?”

Reki groans as he finally straightens out. He rolls his eyes but he knows it’s pointless; no one except the people walking by him will see his reaction. He’s alone, but it truly feels like Langa is right next to him. It feels like he’s already in the same room at Langa, even if he’s still hundreds of kilometers away. But he’s only hundreds of kilometers away instead of thousands. He’s so close now, even if it sounds like there’s still so much distance separating them.

“You…”

Reki sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. If there’s one thing he’s come to realize, it’s that Langa only becomes this obnoxious when he’s speaking English. It’s as if he has these two personas, a more composed and calmer one when he’s speaking Japanese and a shit-starter one when he’s speaking English. Or maybe it’s that he doesn’t know how to be this cocky bastard in Japanese. Maybe there’s still some sort of language barrier, one that prevents him from being this playfully irritating. It would make sense; Reki knows that, while he’s fluent enough to be conversational, he can’t manage quite the same edges and subtleties as a native English speaker like Langa. He hasn’t quite yet mastered the cocky bastard-ness Langa teases him with, but one day he’ll get it. One day he’ll match Langa’s energy. He just needs to try and practice his English, which he’s adamant about doing whenever Langa pokes fun at him in the language.

“Would you like that, Weather Boy.”

“I’m pretty sure it ‘Wouldn’t you like to know, Weather Boy.’”

Reki groans once more as Langa laughs on the other end. He really is a cocky bastard, but he’s Reki’s cocky bastard. He’s his lovable idiot, the boy he fell in love with the day the snowflakes began to fall in Okinawa, the boy he loves enough to cross the world for. He loves Langa more than anyone in the world, but that doesn’t stop him from huffing as he falls back into his familiar Japanese.

“I really don’t give a shit, man. I’m tired and—”

“Sleep, Reki. You need to rest that wonderful body of yours and close your beautiful eyes. Your board isn’t going to go anywhere and if you really don’t want it to be alone for some odd reason, rest your head on your workbench and close your eyes for a bit. I know you can do it; if you can fall asleep at S, then you can nap in your workshop.”

“That was once!”

“Once is enough for me to know that you can fall asleep anywhere now. So good night, my Love. I’ll be right here, waiting for you to text me when you wake up.”

Reki sighs as he curls up in his seat. He won’t deny that the exhaustion is really settling in now, his restless sleep really having done nothing for him. So he doesn’t fight Langa or his heavy eyes. He doesn’t protest as he yawns once more.

“Fine, fine. But just, before I hang up, one thing.”

“I love you too, Reki. And I miss you loads.”

Light laughter fills the air once more as tears of fatigue form at the corner of Reki’s eyes. “Well, yes, I love you and miss you, but that’s not what I was going to say. Just wanted to tell you that I did order you something for your birthday and I just got the confirmation that you should receive it this afternoon. Like, your afternoon.”

“Reki…” Silence, but it’s not filled with disappointment or anything. There’s a fondness that hangs in that silence. “You shouldn’t have. But thank you. Whatever it is, I know I’ll love it.”

“I sure hope you do because it wasn’t cheap, man.”

“Now close your eyes, my Love. Close your eyes and I’ll be waiting for you in your dreams.”

“Disgusting.” Laughter mingles; Reki hasn’t laughed this much in so long. “But I can’t wait. So for real, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Good night, Reki. And sleep tight, my Sunshine.”

With one last goodbye, the call disconnects and Reki snuggles and buries his nose in the collar of his hoodie. The seat is far from comfortable, even worse than the airplane seats, but he’s so drained that he’s out like a light. He’s out cold and when he finally opens his eyes again, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, it’s because a woman is taping his shoulder. If it weren’t for her, a woman he almost mistakes for his mother, he would have missed his last flight. If it wasn’t for the kindness of this stranger, a woman who seemed very worried for him, then he might have missed his chance to be with Langa.

So he thanks her over and over before dashing off, finally boarding the last step leading him to the end of his journey.

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3 - Arrival

Reki feels his heart pounding in his chest. He’s been standing in front of an apartment building door for the past five minutes, freezing in the snow, but he can’t bring himself to knock. If he thought leaving the airport was scary, this is even scarier. The address matches the one Nanako sent him, but he’s still nervous. He doesn’t want to knock on the wrong door in a foreign country. He doesn’t want some random person to open the door and force him to explain that he just has the wrong address. He doesn’t think he would survive that humiliation.

With a deep breath, Reki finally musters up the courage to ring. It has to be the right door. It has to be since it is the correct address and the door seems familiar enough. It has to be the same door as the door he’s seen a handful of times whenever Langa video calls him on his way home. And as he presses the button, the door clicks unlocked and Reki slips in.

Though he is a little calmer now, the warmth of the building flooding through him, he’s not yet completely relaxed. His heart is still pounding in his chest as he stares at the stairs in front of him. This is the last step to the surprise he’s been planning for well over a month. He just needs to climb one last flight of stairs and he’ll be there; he’ll be in the same room as Langa in just moments. Once he finds it in himself to climb that last flight of stairs, he knows he won’t be able to contain himself much longer. Once he climbs that last flight of stairs, he knows everything, all his fears, all his anxiety, it’ll have all been worth it. Langa will have made it worth it.

A smile quirks at the corner of Reki’s mouth as he peels a piece of paper off the door. It’s a little comforting to read Japanese after having been surrounded by English for the past couple of nerve-wracking hours. It’s comforting to recognize Nanako’s handwritten, the characters so elegant and clean, so unlike Langa’s handwriting. It’s comforting to know that he’s expected by people he cares so deeply for and who evidently care for him as well.

‘The door’s unlocked, just come in. But don’t make noise. -Nanako’

One last deep breath gives Reki the courage to open the door. It creaks ever so lightly as he slowly pushes it open, but his presence almost goes unnoticed. Nanako doesn’t react right away, her attention riveted on her cutting board. It’s only when Reki shuts the door and pulls off his boots, now standing in the entrance slightly awkwardly, does he get the woman’s attention. She smiles kindly at him, her eyes shining the same way her son’s do. Just being in the same room as Nanako warms Reki’s heart; finally, he's back with people he knows.

“Langa, baby! Could you get the door for me?”

A muffled groan is heard through the closed bedroom door, but as always, Langa complies with his mother’s wishes. He leaves his room, though reluctantly, but the moment his eyes meet Reki’s, the boy freezes. The indifference on his face melts away; his eyes grow wide, lips parting as if he wants to say something but finds himself unable to do so. He just stands there, gaping and staring.

“What’s up, dude?”

Reki knows that his voice cracked, emotions bleeding through his words. He knows he doesn’t sound as confident or chill as he wanted to sound, but that doesn’t matter. It doesn’t even matter that his bag is hitting the floor with a thump or that his suitcase is tumbling back. Nothing matters, nothing except Langa who’s crashing against him, arms circling around his neck as he clings to Reki. Nothing matters except for Langa breathing his name, blue eyes filled with crystal tears. Nothing matters except Langa.

Reki’s surprised they didn’t crash into the wall given how he stumbled back as Langa’s body crashed against his. He’s surprised that they aren’t on the floor, a messy pile of limbs and emotions, but he doesn’t linger on that surprise. He doesn’t question his steadiness, even if he feels his knees buckle under the weight of his boyfriend and of his feelings. He doesn’t question anything, only focusing on Langa. All that pulses through his body are thoughts of Langa, how he feels in his arms, how warm he feels against him, how he feels with his nose buried in the crook of Reki’s neck. Reki doesn’t think of anything else as he buries his nose in Langa’s hair, trying his best to not let out a choked-up sob. He’s been waiting for so long for this moment. He’s been waiting so long to cling to Langa, cling to him as if he'd disappear the moment he slips out of their embrace. He’s been waiting so long to be here.

Through the silent tears, Reki sees Nanako. She makes herself scarce, quickly patting her son’s back and sending Reki one of her reassuring smiles. “I’ll be back later tonight,” she says. “Give you boys time to catch up.”  And she doesn’t wait for either one to say anything before grabbing her bag and coat. She slips out of the apartment, but not without giving them one last fond look. And Reki flushes under her gaze; he knows that Nanako is very happy for them, she’s expressed more than once how glad she is that Langa’s back in good spirits, but it still doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. She is still Langa’s mother; there’s something a little flustering about being so openly affectionate with Langa in front of her.

“Reki?”

Reki’s attention is quickly turned to Langa, Langa who is lifting his head from his shoulder. Puffy red eyes stare back at him as he takes Reki’s face in his hands, delicate fingertips tracing constellations with the stars scattered across Reki’s cheeks and nose. He knows his face is also damp with tears, but Langa doesn’t seem to mind. He’s just wiping the stray tears away in a similar manner as Reki. If Langa is brushing away the drops from the starry sky imprinted on Reki’s skin, then Reki’s wiping the rain away from the blue sky before him. They mirror each other in their mess of emotions.

“Reki? This… You’re really here.”

“I’m really here, dude.”

Reki feels his heart flutter in his chest and his stomach flips as Langa presses his lips to his. It’s not their first kiss, far from it, but it feels so new. It’s the first of many, the first after a long month of nothing but promises. It’s the first of so many kisses, kisses Reki can’t wait to share with his boyfriend.

If he felt weak in the knees before, it’s nothing compared to now. Instinctively, his arms circle around Langa’s neck, Langa who has now pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. He feels so soft under Reki’s touch, porcelain skin under calloused fingers. Langa feels so soft, cold snow melting under the warm sun. He melts, his cheek pressed against Reki’s hand which has come back to cradle his face. Langa melts, but not as much as Reki who’s melting into the kiss.

“I…” Langa’s breath is warm against Reki’s lips as he pulls back ever so slightly. “I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

“I did say that your birthday present would arrive this afternoon, didn’t I?”

Another kiss is pressed to Reki’s lips, a kiss that has his head spinning. It’s more smile than it is kiss, but those are some of his favorite types of kisses. Langa’s happiness is one of the sweetest things Reki’s ever tasted, sweeter even than all the ice cream they had gotten when they were back in Okinawa. The only thing sweeter than his happiness is his love itself, the love that seeps through everything he does, from the way he looks at Reki to the way his voice slows, an octave lower as he whispers sweet words against the lips he’s just been kissing.

“You did. You really did and I never would have guessed…”

“I know it’s technically not your birthday yet here, but back home, it’s already tomorrow, so,” Reki kisses the tip of Langa’s nose, giggling ever so lightly, “happy birthday, man. I hope you’re not too disappointed or hate your present too much.”

“Hate it?” Langa’s eyes widen once more, that deer-in-headlights look he has whenever he doesn’t understand something taking over his face. “Reki, why would you think I would be disappointed or hate it?” His hands find Reki’s face as he presses their foreheads together, his blue eyes falling shut. “Reki, you’re the best present a guy could ever ask for. There’s nothing better I could have ever asked for. I just…” His eyes flutter open and Reki feels the butterflies in his stomach, butterflies he thought he had long gotten over. “I love you. I love you so much, Reki. I love you so much, Sunshine; please never forget that.”

“I love you too, Langa.”

Light giggles break from Reki’s lips as Langa kisses him over and over, whispering that ‘I love you’ into every inch of skin he can touch. How he had missed Langa’s touch, the way he would hold onto him, nimble fingers fiddling with the stray locks of hair at the base of his neck. How Reki missed the feeling of having Langa all to himself, a privilege he never realized he had until it was taken away from him temporarily. So there would be no wasting of this time; Reki was going to take advantage of every second of these 10 days to come. Nothing could stop him from kissing Langa, clinging to him once more. Nothing except maybe an involuntary yawn.

“You’re still tired, Sunshine.”

Reki scoffs but his smile is huge. He can feel the ache in his cheeks, but he won’t stop smiling. He can’t stop smiling, not when Langa is finally right in front of him. “Maybe just a little.”

“Would a nap make you feel better?”

Reki hums, pushing himself up to meet Langa’s lips in a kiss once more. Silky blue hair slips between his fingers, silky blue hair he’s missed so much. He’s missed Langa so much. “But I just got here. And anyway, you—”

Reki feels his breath hitch as his coat is peeled off his body. Langa leaves a phantom touch on his body, from his shoulders down to his fingertips. And as the puffy coat falls to the ground, fingers lock with his, cold hands clasped with his now sweaty ones. A shiver shakes his whole body as Langa presses close, whispering something that turns Reki’s face redder than his hair.

“We could cuddle until you fall asleep.”

Pretty laughter breaks from Langa’s lips as he presses a kiss to Reki’s cheek, Reki who is so very enthusiastically nodding. His laughter is by far the prettiest sound Reki has heard all day, that breathy giggle he loves so much. This laughter, if he’s lucky, he’ll hear it every day of his life. This laughter, he knows it’ll be one of the many things that will make him fall in love just a little more with every passing day. This laughter, it’s one of the best sounds in the world, even if it’s drowned out by his gasp, Langa sweeping him off his feet.

The only thing Reki can think of that’s better than Langa’s laughter is the sound of his own when it mingles with the one of the boy he loves so much. Because together, they’re better. Together, as they flop down onto Langa’s twin-sized bed, they can take on every challenge life throws their way. Together, they can take on the world. Well, they’ll be able to take on the world right after a long-needed nap.

[echo-of-sounds]

daddy dom

Headcanons on the types of Daddy Dom Aizawa, Gang Orca, and Hound Dog are. 

I was going to include all six guys in this but it got so much longer than I initially planned. Toshi, Hizashi, and Fatgum are coming tomorrow!

Warnings: Daddy Dom relationship, (the rest is only mentioned, there’s no real detail) punishments, choking, slapping, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, and rough sex

Aizawa Shouta

Shouta had an inkling he was interested in dominance when he started having sex. The Daddy Dom surfaced after a one-night stand happened to moan ‘Daddy.’ He enjoyed it, looked into the subject deeper, and realized that’s exactly what he wanted, needed. However, he hasn’t had a relationship where he’s felt comfortable enough or been in one long enough to practice it. 

As your relationship develops, it is something he brings up because he isn’t shy about it. He wants to be your Daddy. He wants to be his girl’s protector and her anchor. He praises you when you’re doing well. He says how proud he is. He loves and cuddles you on your bad days. When you’re crying and scared, he’s right beside you, huddling you to his chest, protecting you from whatever you fear. 

Pet names are a rarity. On the odd occasion a good girl slips out, it’s a telltale sign he’s in a highly dominant mood. You’re expected to listen, do what you’re told, and say, ��please and thank you.’ To make you feel fluttery and happy, he’ll call himself Daddy as he’s helping you.

Kitten is even more limited. He uses it when you dress up in the pink lingerie he bought you. It has a little collar with a bell, a cat-eared headband, garter bands, and cute, frilly panties and bra. There’s also a cat tail butt plug you can play with. But there’s a catch- there’s depreciation. If you use it too much, he isn’t as excited and it’s clear to see. You need to keep the lingerie away until you’re in dire need of your Daddy and a good fucking.

He takes pride and joy in seeing your smile at a new, fancy bracelet or an adorable teddy bear. But he’s uncertain when buying. He knows what you like, yet he just can’t decide on which dress you’d prefer. Despite his self-doubts, his presents are usually excellent, especially any soft, thigh-high stockings or cute, striped panties he brings home.

Though you won’t ever be able to tell, sometimes it is hard for Shouta to discipline you. He enjoys your bratty moods and how you ignore his commands to sit still. Your whimpers and whines and facial expression are incredibly cute. But at the end of the day, he is your Daddy and it’s his responsibility to keep you on track and provide stability. His go-to punishment is no orgasming… for a long time. You can’t touch yourself or grind on a pillow. If you beg, it’ll only extend the punishment. Occasionally, spanking is also used, particularly when you’re riding him and not listening.

Highly dominant doesn’t always mean rough. Yes, he is that most of the time. But he has periodic moods where he won’t use discipline. It’s when he’s in a coddling mood. Daddy becomes gentle, erotic, intent, and intimate. Don’t hold back your moans. Please, whine and whimper and fuss and mewl. Your soft cries and little wriggles please him so. 

When he is rough, you’ll be leaving red streaks down his back. He loves seeing them in the mirror the next morning, so he strives to get you that aroused and pleasured every time. And nothing is truly off the books for him. Whatever you wish, he’ll command: slapping, spanking, choking, hair pulling, and spitting.

Shouta is more of a nonverbal Daddy. Both of you know he’s dominant and it’s your job to behave, so he doesn’t feel the need to command you as much as others may. He just yanks your body around as he pleases, slaps and chokes you when you don’t listen or get off-topic, and spits on your tongue to get you to quiet down. Now that doesn’t mean he won’t talk. At your misdoings, his steeled voice is gruff and guttural, commanding, punishing, and asking what you did wrong. 

Daddy gets even more domineering when you cum without permission. That’s the one rule you should never break. If he’s feeling charitable (which is rarer than a blue moon), he’ll let you cum. Other times, he’s deepthroating you, cumming down your throat, and making you swallow it. And that’s all you’ll get. Again, don’t beg. That’ll worsen the punishment. All you can do is be a good girl and hope he lets you cum in the next few days.

Gang Orca

Kugo never considered himself a Daddy or any sort of dominant man in general. The few times he’s had sex, he was more on the submissive side, letting his partner lead and ride him as they wished. His fear of hurting his partner really held him back. However, the instant he hears you softly, weakly whine Daddy, gently pawing his chest, pining for him to make you feel good, the switch is flicked and there’s no going back.

Before he fully engages in the Daddy Dom relationship, he does a lot of reading and asks you question after question. If he ever hurt you or pushed past your limits, he’d all but die inside. You need to ease into it. Let him become accustomed to the power dynamics, the dirty talking, what’s expected from him, and the lifestyle.

In the beginning, he’s as sweet as can be. You’re his little one whom he loves to spoil. He buys you dainty panties, comfy sweaters, and dresses for every occasion. You should always model clothing for Daddy. He’ll appreciate your appreciation. As you turn around in a cute, lace nightgown, his fingers flow up your thighs, caressing between them, gently brushing along your new panties, making sure everything fits perfectly. 

He gradually leans into the discipline aspect as the relationship grows. Once comfortable with himself and you, the punishments come frequently. They depend on the severity of your bad behavior. If you don't listen, you don’t get sweets. If you didn’t listen twice, you have extra chores to do. If you didn’t listen three times, no sexual gratification of any kind for however long Daddy deems necessary. 

In spite of that, he is a weak Daddy when it comes to his little one. Your puppy-dog eyes burrow into his heart. Your wiggling thighs get him heated. Your little mewls for your Daddy’s attention haunt him. But he doesn’t give in all the time. He still has structure, stability, and dominance to uphold.

Kugo is truly a safe Daddy. He’s your secret place where your every thought, desire, emotion, and fear will always be heard, understood, and respected. Whatever you tell Daddy when you’re curled up on his chest, snuggled in his arms, stays with Daddy. He guides you through the crowded mall, nurses the cuts on your legs, acts as an anchor through depression and anxiety, and protects you from the rumbling thunder. And by God, is he protective. 

Protectiveness is his main characteristic. He wants you to wear his T-shirt and sweatshirts. When he cums, he seats himself fully insides, letting him empty out completely. His hands rub your lower stomach like he’s feeling his property. Even as he falls flaccid, he stays inside. He needs to make sure everything has drained. If he could, he’d keep you filled with his seed forever.

Tender, slow sex involves you riding Daddy. He squeezes your thighs and tummy as you bounce. He praises every movement, every part, every itty-bitty sound. Your passion is so important to him. Seeing your body seek out its pleasure and rapture in the safety of your own little world fills his heart with love.

Dominant Daddy is less common yet so fulfilling. His thick, wet tongue washes deep. Fingers spread you wide. His erection spreads you further. You’ll be thrown on the bed, stuck under him for multiple beautiful orgasms. As you cum, moan ‘thank you’ again and again. Your gratitude encourages him. He’ll keep you moaning into the morning. 

Hound Dog

The second Ryo entered that seriously horny stage of puberty, he knew his dominance. As he started having sex, it only flourished. He’s rough, fast, controlling, and one-hundred percent, hands down a brat tamer. Your whines and protests are cute, but he always wins. Hearing his rasping, growling voice is enough to get you to concede to his demands.

Aftercare and any delicate aspects will take time and learning on his part. He wants to be so gentle, caring, and sweet with you. His natural rough nature gets in the way. As any good Daddy is patient with his little girl, a good girl needs to be patient with him. And when he gets there, he gets there. You’ll be swaddled in a warm blanket, given candy and drinks, and your favorite bed-time Tv will play while you wind down. His warm, smooth tongue laps over bruises and scratches.

There’s one big thing about this Daddy: God, he just loves to watch you suck: him (specifically his foreskin), his fingers, your fingers, a lollipop, a pacifier, whatever. Lay on his chest, wrapped in a blanket, and nurse on a binkie as you fall asleep. The most common way sex starts is with a blowjob. It commonly ends that way as well. He either makes you finish him with no pleasure for you or, after you’re finished, he lays you down and deepthroats you.

Right off the bat, punishments are a main part. There’s a written list on the fridge you must obey. Though he doesn’t spank. You might act up just to get spanked, and he won’t have that. The discipline always matches the offense. Are you back talking? You’re eating something you don’t like. Is your temper too hot? You’re taking an ice-cold shower for five minutes. Are you ignoring him? Daddy’s going to rile you up then leave you hanging and whining, showing you what it’s like to be neglected.

After the punishment is complete, Ryo transitions right into aftercare. Daddy loves you enough to punish you. That love is strengthened after by his licks and kisses. Besides, Daddies who don’t show their little girl compassion and care afterward, aren’t good Daddies. He loves and respects you and wants you to know, see, and feel that.

And the punishments never push past your boundaries. You’re never put in danger. In any way. The safe word is always available. He won’t give you food you truly can’t handle for whatever reason. He’s right beside you as you shower just in case something goes wrong. The moment the water’s shut off, you’re immediately swathed in a cozy towel.

During one of his more… inflamed moods, you’re fastened in a collar. It’s pink with little flowers. The heart decoration on the front is a padlock. Only he has the key. It has ‘Daddy’s Girl’ inscribed on the back. It goes on as soon as you get home. And it stays on until you leave. There is a leash he’ll use if you aren’t behaving, holding, leading, and controlling all your movements.

There are times when he goes into (sort of) a heat. It could be a quirk side effect. It could just be him. Either way, you’re going to get completely dominated. Your hair will be pulled. Your throat will be choked and fucked. Your cheeks, both sets, will be red and raw. Scratch marks and dark bruises will stain your neck, legs, and back.

His favorite is any doggy-style position. It’s carnal and crude. Daddy has total authority since his weight bears down, caging you to the bed. Use your voice. Let him hear every gasp and cry. Beg for him. Plead for more. Pray for just one more orgasm as your hair’s tugged and clit’s smack sore. The harder you crave, the harder he thrusts.

Sweet sex is a rare time when he kisses and cuddles. Heat surrounds you. Muscled thighs and callused hands direct your weak, longing body. His tongue never leaves your mouth, licking over yours, causing drivel to drip down your chin. It may not be rough, but the sincerity and intimacy provide more than enough pleasure for an amazing orgasm. And Daddy passionately walks you through it.