after a wicked long time the conclusion...hope everyone enjoys! :)

Rei still wishes him good luck every morning and Nagisa always responds with a snappy comeback, except it's different, somehow. Rei hasn't instigated many arguments in the past three days, and Nagisa is pleasantly surprised when he actually flirts back with him (on occasion). They don't talk about Monday and the almost-kiss and Nagisa's glad for it; even though their interactions always carry an undertone of romantic tension, he's still nervous and flustered because he really likes Rei.

He actually likes Rei a lot more than he thought he would, more than he's ever liked anyone in the past, and that's what makes his whole situation little bit scary.

"Hello-o-o, crepe truck!" calls Nagisa, bounding up to Belles Crepes' counter first thing on Friday and resting both his elbows on the sparkling surface. He almost slips off when the guy in the white tank at the stove is not, in fact, Rei.

"Hey," says the guy, a rather large chef cap perched on a nest of wine-red hair. "Welcome! What can I getcha?" He places his hand on his hip and his muscles bulge. Nagisa's eyes widen, tracking the movement. He hastily removes his own arms from where they lie, shrimpy and small, in the guy's line of sight.

"Nothing, sorry," he says, craning his head into the truck. "I just came to say hi to Rei-chan, but I guess he isn't here?"

"Yeah, he's not coming in today," answers the guy, and then starts. "Wait—'Rei-chan'? Oh, don't tell me," he starts to laugh. "You're Nagisa, aren't you?"

"Yeah…" says Nagisa warily. "How do you know my name?"

"How could I not?" says the guy gleefully. "You're all I ever hear about! By the way, I'm Matsuoka Rin, the manager of this joint."

Nagisa gapes at him for a second until something clicks. "Wait a minute—Rin's a boy?"

Rin flips from smiling to glaring in a fraction of a second. "What do you mean, a boy? What did you thinkI was?"

"Uh, a girl, obviously," Nagisa shoots back.

"Like you're one to talk!" Rin snaps, and his face is the color of Rei's glasses. "Nagisa is a way girlier name!"

"It suits me though, don't ya think?" Nagisa says. "Sorry, Rinrin!"

"Oi, that's 'Matsuoka' to you," mutters Rin.

"Whatever you say, Rinrin!" Nagisa giggles. Rin scowls harder and Nagisa decides that he likes him. The back door swings open and Gou breezes in, flawless as ever.

"Hi, Nagisa!" she says, because he's managed to get them on a first-name basis. "Rei's not here today, sorry! Onii-chan, get that off your head." She swats at the chef hat and Rin ducks, spatula waving in the air. "Don't dirty my utensils! Nagisa, Rin's my brother, and Rin, this is Rei's friend from Tokyo Takyo, Hazuki Nagisa." They grin at each other, sharp, and Nagisa blushes and straightens when their eyes turn to him.

"Rei's friend, huh?" asks Rin, leaning into his face.

"They've gotten very close," Gou affirms.

Nagisa studies their faces, side-by-side: sure, they've got the same shit-eating grins, but besides that they share upturned eyes and thin faces, narrow chins—Gou is a little softer, a little rounder, while Rin is all chiseled sharp edges—and he can even see a bit of Rei in their high cheekbones and fine brows. He snaps out of his study when Rin suddenly laughs loudly.

"He wasn't even paying attention," he says, and smirks at Nagisa. "Daydreaming about our baby cousin?"

"Leave him alone, Rin," says Gou, but she looks extremely entertained.

"Rei brings you up all the time." Rin's leering. Nagisa heats up.

"Rei-chan talks about me?"

"Oh, sure," Rin waves a hand. "Outside of work, it's all Nagisa this, Nagisa that, Oh, you won't believe what Nagisa said to me today! He's so funny! It's so grossly annoying."

"Rei does not say things like that, don't be mean," says Gou, and then tilts her head in thought. "Well, not explicitly."

"It's what he means, though," Rin argues, and then turns back to Nagisa. "You have to dig under the awkward stuffiness sometimes."

Nagisa nods, because that he understands, but his brain is still fixated on the part where Rei talks about me to Rin and Gou?He struggles to control the pleased smile swiping across his face. Rei talks about me!

"So, uh. Where is he today, anyway?" He hopes he doesn't come off as too eager and worries about the gleam in Gou's eyes.

"Sick as a dog," Rin grins.

"Sick?"

"Oh, yeah," Gou cuts in. "Throwing up this morning, headaches…poor kid. There's no way he could've worked today."

"That's awful!" Nagisa says, imagining Rei feverishly sweating with the added heat of summer. "Poor Rei-chan!"

"He'll get so lonely, all by himself…" Gou says, and Rin's eyes light up mischievously.

"You should make him something to motivate him to get better!"

Nagisa considers this. "Make him something?"

"Why not? I'm sure it'll brighten his day!" Even though Nagisa may not completely trust the innocent faces Gou and Rin are sporting, he does agree with them. Judging from what they told him, Rei could use something to smile about.

He thinks for a long time. He thinks during the morning half and through his sandwich at lunch, stays deep in thought throughout the afternoon. He's so distracted he ends up handing a dish of takoyaki into thin air, missing the customer's hands completely. After Haru disciplines him and after he's scrubbed the sidewalk, he has to stop thinking for a while and focus on his work.

Haru suggests a card.

"Handmade?" Nagisa asks.

"Why not?"

"But you're the one with the artistic talent, Haru-chan!" whines Nagisa, throwing his arms up in despair.

"You don't have to drawanything," says Haru, but Nagisa disagrees—who wants a boring old wall of text on their sickbed? If he's going to make Rei a get-well card, he's going to go all out, complete with colors and sparkles (courtesy of the glitter pens he uses to take down orders).

He ends up drawing a rather juvenile picture of him and Rei holding hands with Get Well Soon! scrawled across the top. He tried keeping the message inside short and sweet—nothing too sappy, he's not sixteen anymore.

Dear Rei-chan!

Get better soon! You're falling behind in the bet—unless you wanna empty your pockets for me, you better come back fast! In case you didn't know, I eat a lot! ;)

Nagisa

The winky face might be pushing it a little too far, so he refrains from writing Love, Nagisa-chan! in loopy script like he originally planned, afraid of scaring Rei away. He hopes the hearts convey his feelings accurately.

Before handing it off to Rin and Gou, he gets cold feet and hurriedly adds three more figures to the front. Nagisa didn't plan for more than two people to occupy the space, so Rin's head is half-squished in the corner, instead of holding hands like everyone else.

Gou laughs at that detail when he hands the card to her at the end of the day. Before Nagisa can react, she flips it open and starts to read.

"Hey!" Nagisa jerks forward. "Wha—don't read it, oh my God!"

"Aw, why not?" Gou asks. "It was cute!"

"What's cute?" Rin comes up behind Gou and plucks Nagisa's card out her hands, scanning it quickly. "Nice one, Hazuki. Subtle."

"Look at the cartoon on the front! Isn't that adorable?"

"Hey!" Rin peers closer. "Why am I only a head? I'm the most important in...uh, Rei's road to recovery, who was the one who brought him soup and fed him that time when he had that really high fever?"

"That was like, seven years ago! We were all sick except you, remember?"

"So? The point is I should have a body too!"

Nagisa dutifully adds a scrawny, disproportioned body to Rin's floating head.

"I like how everyone's holding hands," says Gou. Rin laughs.

"Yeah, and notice how detailed he and Rei are compared to everyone else! Right in the center, too." If Gou and Rin can see right through him, no doubt Rei will as well...

"This is so embarrassing," moans Nagisa, then, "do you think he'll like it?"

"Oh, I'm sure he'll love it," says Gou, nodding empathetically.

"Because it was made by you," Rin adds.

"Especially since it was made by you."

"Oh, good," says Nagisa, but he's slightly worried at the smiles painting the Matsuoka's faces. He really only half-trusts them, but a little trust is better than none at all, and they're the only way his handiwork can be passed along to Rei, so what other choice does he have? He wishes they didn't look so sly all the time, though.

"I'll be sure to give it to him," Gou says, and Nagisa thanks her before heading off to help pack up with Haru.

Nagisa doesn't want to leave his bed Saturday morning. He thinks of the card he sent to Rei yesterday and feels sick.

That was so, so lame, why did I do that? Why did I let Gou and Rin and let me think that was a good idea? He can't face Rei today—he's burning at the thought of meeting Rei, how is he going to react when he actually goes in for work?

"Haru-chan," he croaksweakly from his room. He lies in silence for a few moments. "Haru-chan!"

"What?" Haru appears in his doorway, square pan in hand. "I'm making eggs for breakfast."

Nagisa hesitates. Haru's tamago is a favorite of his. He must pause for too long because Haru turns and starts to wander away. "No, wait!"

He can hear Haru's sigh all the way under his covers. "What is it, Nagisa?"

"Come over here."

He can hear Haru shuffling across the carpet—when he feels that he's close enough, he shoots out a hand and grabs Haru's wrist. Nagisa schools his features into the most adorable pouty face he can muster and flips the covers off. "Let me call in sick today?" Haru blinks down at him and presses a cool hand to his forhead.

"You're fine," he says.

"Please, Haru-chan?" He draws out the name. "I really, really don't feel like going in today and I've never evercalled in sick before!"

Haru is unmoved. Nagisa is desperate.

"I'll clean the apartment while you're gone!" he says wildly. "Come on, Haru-chan, you've been meaning to unpack those art supplies for months now." Nagisa can see the exact moment he's won the other man over. The boxes crowding in the corner of the general living area are a hazard. If Nagisa had a dollar for the amount of times he's tripped and spilled or broken something over them, he'd have enough money to buy Tokyo Takyo off Haru and Mako ten times over.

"Alright," Haru concedes. "You can stay. But if you're really feeling sick, don't push yourself too hard."

"Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you, Haru-chan," Nagisa throws his arms around Haru's waist, hugging him closer to the bed. "I won't let you down!"

Haru sniffs, in that way he does when he's amused, and ruffles Nagisa's hair—just once, and very quickly. Once he registers what happened, Haru's already padded out of his room.

By the time afternoon has rolled around, Nagisa has successfully scrubbed the kitchen, unpacked and stowed away many of his and Haru's miscellaneous belongings, and organized the bookshelf. He's still in his skimpy shorts he wears to bed and his bedroom floor is still strewn with various clothes and jewelry, but he secretly likes it that way. It feels more like his room, gives it a certain charm.

However, he faces a new problem. He may have picked up a few things from his parents and Haru, but Nagisa's no cook, and now he's hungry. Haru's not one for fast food—something about the fresher quality of cooking at home—but Nagisa survived his first three years of college on takeout.

He fishes around in his drawer and calls his favorite Thai place. He's ordered from there so often, he's made friends with one of the delivery boys. Ai and he have gotten quite close, actually—they even text, sometimes!

Nagisa's mouth waters at the thought of chicken fried rice and crispy dumplings. Greasy, fried, and delicious—exactly what he needs to perk himself up. He orders enough for two—it's about time the shift ends, Haru will be home soon. He decides to hop in the shower while he waits, so the time passes quicker.

The doorbell rings as he's blow-drying his hair. He's still naked, save for a towel wrapped around his waist, and there are water droplets caught in the dips of his collarbone. The only reason he hasn't changed is because he thinks he looks a bit sexy, all fluffy hair and glowing skin. Self-love is important.

Nagisa shakes out his head and ties the towel a bit tighter before padding over to the door. Ai has seen him and Haru in various states of dress before. Him in a towel isn't anything new, and even if it puts off the delivery boy a bit, Nagisa's too hungry to care.

"Ai-chan, thank God, I was starving!" Nagisa says as he swings the door open, one hand already thrusting a few bills into open space. There's a horrible, pregnant pause in the air as Nagisa realizes that he's not shoving money at sweet silver Ai, but Rei—Rei, standing at his front door, mouth agape. Nagisa can see his eyes travel down and drag back up, catching his. Color is bleeding over Rei's face, growing brighter with each passing second, and Nagisa's sure the same is true for him. He stares for a moment more until his brain catches up with the situation, and in a wild move he grips the door handle and slams it shut with all his might.

He can hear Rei's strangled shriek of surprise through the wood, but doesn't care, bracing himself against the wall with one hand and clutching his bare chest with the other. Oh, my God. Oh my—did that just happen? Did I really just open the door for Rei naked? What is wrong with me? He's distracted from his thoughts when Rei clears his throat outside.

"Uh. I—um. N-Nagisa? If you wouldn't mind—I, uh. I needed to s-speak with you…" His voice is high-pitched, reedy.

"Right!" Nagisa calls back, entirely too cheerful and perky for it to be believable. "One second!"

"I can come back later…if you would prefer…" Rei's voice is getting harder and harder to hear.

"That's okay! Uh! Just give me a minute, okay?" He dashes into the bathroom and throws on the pajamas he wore all day—there's no time to search for an outfit in his hurricane of a closet. He runs back to the front door and counts backwards from ten, trying to will the burning blood out of his cheeks.

He throws the door open again, and Rei's still standing there, flustered and rigid.

"Hi," says Nagisa. "Um, come on in."

"I'm sorry," Rei apologizes when they're both inside. The door is still open, and Nagisa leaves it, rooted to his spot on the welcome mat. "I didn't—mean to impose—or, um. Realize you were…uh, busy. Um."

"It's fine," Nagisa says weakly. "I thought you were someone else."

"Someone…else?"

Nagisa shrugs. "I was waiting on takeout."

Somehow, Rei is offended. "You answered the door like that? Do you flaunt yourself like that for everyone?" His condescending tone sparks a little life back into Nagisa.

"Only for the special ones," he winks. Rei splutters.

"I came because…I got your address from Nanase-san," he starts, and falters a few times before continuing. "He said he would've showed me the way but had errands, so. I, uh. Came to show you the results of our bet, since you were the one who started it and all…" He hurriedly fishes out his book, flipping through the pages and shoving it at Nagisa.

"Aw," Nagisa says, peering at the pages. "Today was the last day. I lost, huh?"

"Which you would have known, had you come into work today," sniffs Rei.

"Like you're one to talk," says Nagisa. "Where were you yesterday?"

"Visiting my brother in Kita," answers Rei, and a hint of a tease flits across his face. "I got your letter."

Nagisa hates himself. "It was a card!" he protests, a little too loud for the space. "I thought you were sick! They told me you threw up!"

"As if I would get sick in this weather," says Rei. "Ryugazakis are known for their strong immune systems. I always make sure to eat healthy and get a good night's rest." He frowns. "Also, don't listen to anything Gou and Rin say. They just like messing with people. Idid appreciate your handiwork, though," he finishes, smiling down at Nagisa.

"Shut up," Nagisa mutters. He's even more embarrassed than before and wants nothing more than to crawl under his covers and hide for the rest of his life. "It was a stupid idea."

"No, it wasn't," says Rei instantly. "I—um. It was very sweet."

"You think so?"

Rei blushes again, and Nagisa wonders how much blood has been redirected to his and Rei's heads over the course of the conversation. "I looked at it on the train. It's…hung up. On my wall. In my room."

Nagisa's eyes grow wide. "Really?" he asks, a little breathless. "You kept it? It's in your room?"

"Of course I kept it!" says Rei, affronted. "Why wouldn't I keep something my—uh. My friend gave me…?"

"Kinda weird, for friends, I'd say," says Nagisa, glancing up at Rei under his lashes. Rei stiffens.

"It most certainly is not!"

"A little bit," Nagisa moves forward.

"I can assure you, such close camaraderie between—"

"Do you want to stay just friends?"

"I can't deny that I haven't—uh…t-thought about it…!" Nagisa creeps closer, leaning into Rei's space. "N-Nagisa…?"

"Rei," Nagisa breathes out, close, so close to Rei's mouth he can feel the heat of the other man against his lips. He sees Rei's eyes flutter shut and sees him start to lean down. Nagisa raises himself on his toes, catches his fingers lightly on Rei's sleeve and lets his own eyes slip shut.

An awkward squeak of surprise echoes around the room, coupled with a dull thud, and Nagisa almost screams in frustration when Rei wrenches himself away from anywhere close to Nagisa's vicinity. They turn as one to the doorway, which is wide and open and framing a startled Thai Cuisine worker.

Nagisa instantly schools his features into an expression just a touchfriendlier than the look of murderous intent it was set in before. "Ai-chan! Whatfabulous timing!"

"Sorry!" says Ai, bending down and fumbling with the dropped bag of Nagisa's lunch. "Sorry—I didn't realize you were busy, Hazuki-san, I would've knocked…" He's not looking at Nagisa. Neither is Rei, actually—his gaze is concentrated on Haru's shoe rack.

"Oh, come on," Nagisa groans. "Don't be all shy, we weren't even doinganything. Yet," he adds, and flashes his teeth at the way Rei jumps.

"Ah, sorry again," says Ai, but he seems a bit relieved to Nagisa. He's making eye contact, at least. "Here's your food, Hazuki-san." Nagisa takes the white boxes and deposits them in the kitchen, dashing back to the door with a fistful of cash.

He sends Ai off with a little wave that the boy returns half-heartedly and shuts the door, locks it, and spins around to face Rei, back against wood. "I'm sorry about that."

"It's okay!" Rei's voice is all timid and high again, and just like that, the atmosphere is back to its awkward stage. "It's not like—I should get going, look at the time…" he starts hedging around him, presumably to somehow get to the door while avoiding Nagisa, and something in him snaps.

"Oh, fuckno," he growls, because enough is enough, and lunges forward to grab Rei by the collar. Rei's mouth drops open, and Nagisa's sure he's about to yell in surprise or indignation or whatever, but he doesn't have the chance to find out, taking the opportunity to drag Rei's face down to his and crush their lips together. He presses against Rei's mouth for a few seconds before moving, and once he does, something in Rei loosens. Nagisa lets his mouth fall open with a sigh as Rei grabs him by the waist and yanks him closer, licking shallowly into his mouth.

They kiss like that for a while, hot and breathless, until Nagisa moves his hands from Rei's collar and tangles them in his hair, forcibly angling Rei's head against his. Rei groans a little and pushes Nagisa against the door—it's really hot and a bit unexpected, which is probably why Rei breaks away, wide-eyed.

"Is this okay? Are we—I—"

"Yes, yes, it's fine," Nagisa moves from Rei's mouth to right under his jaw—he's waited too long for this and they've already had too many interruptions. Rei stops talking fast after Nagisa starts mouthing and sucking on his neck; he inhales Rei's scent feels a little dizzy. He presses closer and one of Rei's arms wrap around his lower back, tugging him against his body, while a hand pulls on the strands that tickle the back of his neck.

Rei's rocking a bit, and Nagisa rolls his hips against his experimentally. He doesn't respond immediately, so Nagisa tries again, this time more aggressive. Rei takes the hint and reciprocates strongly, and Nagisa can feel him inhale sharply against his hair.

Rei starts grinding up against him in a manner that could almost be interpreted as slutty—when Nagisa breaks away to point this out, Rei scowls and huffs and plunges his tongue into Nagisa's mouth. Not that Nagisa's complaining, though. He bucks his hips up against Rei's with equal fervor, twirling nimble fingers through the belt loops and moaning into Rei.

Nagisa moves back from Rei's mouth to his neck, and his hands skim across Rei's torso and down to his buckle. He's already half-hard and the clatter of Rei's belt against the floor sends a pulse of arousal through him. Rei's continuous muffled groans of approval aren't quite helping, either. He kicks Rei's shorts aside and giggles at lavender boxers. Rei blushes but grins back before diving back into Nagisa's mouth.

"Here, here, my room's over here," mumbles Nagisa, yanking Rei around and walking backwards in the direction of his bedroom. It takes a while—they're both eager and a bit uncoordinated. Nagisa can feel Rei rumble, low, a noise that travels through his body and makes him gasp a bit.

They tumble onto Nagisa's bed and Nagisa flips around so that he's sitting on Rei's hips while Rei's propped up against his headboard. Rei immediately attaches himself to Nagisa's ear, nibbling a bit, and ohh, he's always been extra-sensitive there.

"Yours, too," Rei murmurs into his ear, tugging at his shorts. Nagisa burns at the tickling whisper, the way his lips brush over his earlobe. Rei hooks his hands in the elastic and slides them down, down, over his hips, fingers dancing over the curve of his butt.

"N-Nagisa!" Rei squawks, hands still tangled in tiny shorts that are stretched tight across Nagisa's upper thighs, cock jutting out proudly.

"What?"

"Why aren't you wearing any underwear?!"

Nagisa looks down in surprise. "Huh. I guess I forgot?"

Rei looks at him. "You...forgot?"

"I was distracted!" He rubs his neck sheepishly, but Rei doesn't stop staring. "What? It's not like it matters now, anyways."

Rei shakes his head, brings his hands to Nagisa's face. "You are just…something else entirely." Before Nagisa can respond, he attaches himself to Nagisa's mouth, dragging the breath out of him with a kiss that leaves him trembling. Rei works a hand in between them, brushing over the head of his cock, and Nagisa jumps.

"Wait, wait, lemme get outta my clothes first." Nagisa practically rips his flimsy shirt off, whipping it behind him before grabbing at Rei's polo with both hands, yanking it over the other's head, and causing his hair to stick up all over the place, messier than usual.

"Nagisa, wait, let me take off my glasses!" Rei moves to place them on Nagisa's bedside table, but he darts out a hand.

"Keep them," he says, "please?" Rei pauses.

"They're going to slip off," he trails off uncertainly.

"But you look so hot with them on," says Nagisa, and Rei's eyebrows lift. He jams them back on his face and Nagisa laughs.

"Ha ha, very funny," Rei mumbles against his cheek, kissing him softly there while he tries to work his way out of his boxers, and Nagisa is rendered breathless again at the unexpectedly sweet gesture. His heart hurts. Rei is perfect.

And he's got a perfect cock, too. "Rei-chan," Nagisa breathes.

"W-what?"

"You're bigger than I thought!" He nods in approval. Rei chokes.

"What'sthat supposed to mean, exactly? Stop staring!"

"Mm, alright." He closes his eyes, bends down, and licks a stripe up from the base to the head of his dick. Rei jolts underneath him and he kisses the tip, sucking gently. Rei's hips seem to work unconsciously, jerking upwards slightly in search for more heat, more friction. He bumps Nagisa's nose.

"Eager?" Nagisa grins, resting Rei's erection against his cheek. Rei just glares at him before leaning down and practically tearing off his pajama shorts, and wow, doesn't that go straight to Nagisa's cock. Completely naked and fully hard, Nagisa bends back down and sucks hard, bobbing his head up and down and internally smirking at the noises he's drawing out of Rei. Before he can settle into a rhythm, Rei yanks him (a little roughly, and Nagisa's definitely going to file that one away) off his dick with a slick pop.

"What's wrong, Rei-chan?" he asks, purposely letting saliva and precome glisten on his lower lip, which he sticks out in a pout. "Do you want to stop?"

"No," Rei grits out. Nagisa tilts his head and smiles sunnily.

"Then…?" he prompts.

"I want to...uh, together," Rei says, somehow blushing redder. "The both of us...it's not fair."

"Ah," Nagisa grins. "I see. But next time, we're doing blowjobs."

"N-next time?"

"I kind of really want to suck your dick, Rei-chan," he says, because there's no use in pretending. Rei splutters.

He seats himself more comfortably on Rei's hips, straddling him and aligning their cocks. Rei pushes himself up a bit so that he's leaning against the headboard, one hand curled tightly against the nape of Nagisa's neck, the other reaching down to grab both of them. Rei starts pumping his hand, hard and fast, and Nagisa gasps and places his hands delicately on Rei's shoulders.

Rei looks absolutely wrecked. His hair is flying in every direction, a messy mop atop his head and Nagisa's sure he looks the same. He's flushed, a wash of color bleeding across his cheeks and nose, and Nagisa's surprised at how sexy he is, all open and panting and hard underneath him.

Nagisa works his hips a little faster, grinding against Rei's cock and up against those delicious abs, holding back a bit if only for the way Rei whines and tries to quicken the pace. They don't have any lube, but the way Nagisa is continually spurting precome is enough. He's never been this excited before and he would be embarrassed if Rei wasn't leaking just as much as him.

He swipes some precome with his thumb and lifts it to his mouth experimentally—Rei's eyes are blown wide as drags his thumb down his lower lip and tastes it, praying silently that he comes off as seductive. He doesn't have to worry about it for too long, though, because Rei's lips are on his in an instant, sucking and biting his way down Nagisa's jaw and latching onto his collarbone.

It's sticky and messy and good, better than Nagisa's felt in a while, and hot, so hot, Rei's hand on his cock and his breath in his ear, flush against his body. Nagisa ruts against Rei's dick and admires the way they both push through the circle Rei's slim fingers create. He wants to kiss those fingers and more, suck on them and let them spread him open, but that's for another time when he's not as flustered and desperate as he is now.

Rei comes first, tensing and letting out a muffled cry, one hand clapped over his mouth. Nagisa groans at the face he makes, works his hand faster.

"It should be illegal," he pants, "to look the way you just did."

Rei settles himself back, his hair flopping over the pillow, dark and curled slightly against the pale blue cover. "You should see yourself," he rasps, sending Nagisa the most sultry, seductive once-over he's ever received in his whole life.

"I've never s-seen you so loose and open," says Nagisa. Rei grips his thighs and rubs circles with his thumb into his hips. "I thought for sure that...hah...you had a permanent stick up your ass."

"Ha ha," says Rei. "Hilarious." He leans up and runs a hand through his hair. Nagisa's eyes latch onto the way the cords of his arm bunch and strain, onto the form of his gorgeous biceps, and settle on the sated, satisfied expression on Rei's face and he loses it.

He raises himself on his knees and frantically shuffles forward, gasping and jerking his fist at the sight of Rei draped all over his pillow. Rei raises a hand to help him, swiping his thumb teasingly over his slit and smiling lazily, and Nagisa's gone with a sharp cry, coming all over all over a glimmering bronze chest and those beautiful, beautiful shoulders, a few strands hitting the lense of Rei's glasses, giving him a disheveled, debauched look that makes Nagisa moan.

Nagisa slumps against Rei, sticky and sweaty. Rei takes his weight with little complaint, and Nagisa lets out a content sigh, exhaling across a delicate collarbone. "That was nice. Let's do it again sometime."

He waits for Rei to agree, maybe splutter or fumble with his glasses, but the other man is worryingly silent. Nagisa waits for a moment more before lifting his head off its resting place in between the juncture of Rei's neck and chest and peers at him. "Rei?"

"No," says Rei. Nagisa stares.

"What?"

"No," Rei repeats. "No, no, no—this wasn't supposed to happen—how could I—"

Nagisa feels rolling waves of embarrassment and anger washing over him. "Sorry," he mutters, climbing off Rei and making to grab for his underwear. "Didn't realize this was—" He's cut off by a loud groan from Rei, who throws his head backwards, clutching fistfuls of hair. Nagisa scowls. "Okay, don't you think you're being a little over-drama—"

"We were supposed to go on a date first!" cries Rei. "This is—how unorthodox!"

Nagisa gapes, too stunned to be relieved. "What?"

Rei makes a weird, strangled noise, grating slightly in Nagisa's ear. "The whole purposeof me visiting here was because of the bet! The loser takes the winner out to dinner—it's what we agreed on!" He points a finger accusingly at Nagisa. "And you ruined it, throwing yourself around in those tiny little shorts! I came prepared for a good meal! Not this—this—whatever happened here!"

"Woah, woah, it's not completely my fault that we jacked each other off! You were just as into it as I was!" He wants to laugh at Rei's expression, but he's still hurt. "Come on, it happened, no use being embarrassed about it!"

"I'm not embarrassed! I'm just mad, I guess." Rei quiets down. "Don't misunderstand. I'm not mad at you, or anything."

"Do…do you regret it?" asks Nagisa softly.

"No, of course not," says Rei instantly. "I—it was very pleasurable." He must sense Nagisa's faint awkwardness, because reaches out and tucks a curl behind Nagisa's ear. "I just wish I could have shown you a proper time beforehand." Nagisa warms, because honestly, how sweet can you get? But wait—

"Who's saying you can't?" asks Nagisa, scooting closer to Rei.

"Eh?"

"I mean, it's only mid-afternoon, right? We still have time to go out."

Rei still looks confused. "You would…want to?"

"Of course!" Nagisa's warming up to his idea. "Yeah, yeah, we could go walk around together, grab an early dinner—it's not too cold outside or anything at night, it's not supposed to rain or anything…"

"But what am I supposed to wear?" Rei asks, and Nagisa grins, because was that a yes?"I'm not going to go out like this, smelling like sweat and sex and God knows what—"

"Come?" says Nagisa cheerfully. Rei reddens.

"Anyways, you're sorely mistaken if you think I'm going to display myself to the public in the state I'm in right now."

"You can use my shower!" says Nagisa. "And just wear the same clothes, you looked great in them before. The short sleeves really show off your biceps!"

Rei smiles at him, touched. "Thank you, Nagisa!"

"To save time, we can shower together!"

The smile slides off Rei's face. "Absolutely not."

"Eh?" Nagisa asks. "Why not?"

Rei fumbles with sticky glasses, whipping them off his face and rubbing at them with a tissue from Nagisa's nightstand. "Because it's…unsanitary."

"How? It's the shower!"

"I am not," Rei sniffs, "going to defile Nanase-san's bathroom in pursuit of cheap, sexual deviancy."

Nagisa laughs. "Who said we were going to do anything?" he teases. "It's been like, five minutes! Are you really that eager to go again?" Rei gapes at him for a second before gathering himself and getting off Nagisa's bed.

"I'm going to take a shower," he says elegantly.

"Pervert!" Nagisa calls after him as he strides away.

Rei comes out close to half an hour later, pink and steaming from the hot water.

"Took you long enough!" Nagisa says, perched on the edge of his bed with all his clothes neatly laid out.

"Why are you naked?" Rei demands, turning around and facing the doorway.

"I didn't want to dirty my new clothes, duh, Rei-chan," Nagisa says, gathering up his clothes and making his way to the shower. "I'll be fast, okay? Choose where you want me to treat you!"

"Just—get in the shower, stop prancing around!" Rei snaps, glaring at the ceiling.

After his shower, he wriggles into his favorite shorts, the ones he maybe might've pillaged from his sisters' communal closet, the ones that make Haru's eyebrows lift into his hair when he wears them. Whatever, though—Nagisa doesn't care, he knows he looks cute in them, and they have a way of making his butt look all round and plush which is perfect for a first date. He blow dries his hair again and tries not to think about the damage the heat may cause to his curls, but like hell he's going to go out with sex hair when he can recreate the fluffy bounce from earlier in seven minutes.

He clips some of his bangs to the side with two lime barrettes that Mako said complimented his eyes and wears his pink shirt from home—the one with a little penguin on the breast.

"How do I look?" he asks Rei when he twirls out of the bathroom. "Cute, right?"

"Very." Rei rolls his eyes.

"I can tell you're trying not to grin," says Nagisa pointedly.

"We should get going, I don't want to stay out too late," says Rei, clapping his hands. Nagisa throws on his worn Chucks, latches onto Rei's arm, and they head out the door.

Nagisa is pleasantly surprised at the way Rei handles the date. He's expecting Rei to be the same smug prick he is at work, but Rei is the perfect gentleman—opening doors, paying for trinkets from street vendors, laughing at his jokes.

Well, maybe he's laughing more at Nagisa than his jokes, but in the end they're both happy and giggly, so it doesn't really matter anyway.

Perhaps one of the biggest surprises is unveiled when they're at dinner.

Rei chooses a cute little burger joint to spend the evening at, saying he often eats here with his brother and cousins on their days off. Nagisa is hungry and excited and on a date that isn't awkward and stuffy for the first time in what seems like forever—he's allowed to cut loose, and looks through the drinks menu eagerly.

"Are you...going to order a drink?" asks Rei hesitantly.

"Sure," Nagisa says. "Do you want a beer, or nah?"

"Do I want—what if they card you!"

Nagisa looks up, squinting slightly in confusion. "I'll...give it to them?"

Rei seems shocked. "You have a fake ID?" Nagisa looks back with equal surprise.

"No? It's my real one. Why would I need a fake ID?" He pulls it out and hands it to Rei. "See? One-hundred percent authentic!"

"Wait," says Rei, adjusting his glasses and peering down. "Just how old are you?"

"I'm twenty-one!" Nagisa chirps. Rei glances back and forth between him and his license, brows knit. "What's that look for? I know I don't look as old as you, but did you really think I was that young?" He laughs and Rei grows redder.

"How old do you thinkI am?"

"Uhh…" Nagisa taps a finger to his chin. "Maybe...twenty, twenty-two-ish? I dunno, I'm bad with ages." Rei sinks back into his seat with a groan. "What?"

"I'm nineteen," he mutters, and Nagisa's eyes grow round.

"Nineteen?" he echoes, and bursts into laughter. "Oh my god, you're just a kid!"

"I am not! And don't you think that paints you as some weirdo?"

"Don't be mad!" Nagisa chuckles, waving a hand. "That's so cute! Baby Rei-chan."

"Shut up!" Rei hisses. "I feel like—this is so embarrassing! You're two years my senior—how must we look to people?"

"Like anyone can tell our ages," Nagisa says, patting Rei's arm. "You look old and I look young—it's totally fine!"

"Fine," Rei mumbles, but he still looks a bit embarrassed when their dinner comes, so Nagisa graciously offers him some of his beer.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Rei demands, shoving the glass back. "I can't drink that!"

"Sure you can," Nagisa says. "It's good!" He takes a big gulp to demonstrate.

"It's not about the taste! It's illegal!" Rei lowers his voice to a harsh whisper. "What if someone sees? We could get arrested!"

Nagisa laughs. "No one cares, Rei! Besides, I thought you were in your twenties, so it's okay!" Rei ponders this for a second before plucking his straw from his glass of water and dropping it in Nagisa's beer.

"If we get caught for this, I'm putting all the blame on you," he says, then smiles. Nagisa puts his own straw in the drink and they sip at the same time—it's no strawberry milkshake in a cozy booth, but Nagisa still feels giddy with happiness when he locks eyes with Rei over the rim of the glass.

After dinner, Nagisa suggests that they walk around for a bit, an idea that Rei readily agrees to. They reach for each other's hands at the same time and Nagisa marvels at how naturally him and Rei fall into place. He swings Rei's hand and giggles at the sky.

"Is there anything in particular you would like to do?" Rei asks, turning down to him. "We could just walk around, or maybe—"

"Donuts!" Nagisa cries, clutching Rei's hand tighter ("Ow, Nagisa!") and pointing wildly in the direction of the vendor.

"Donuts?" Rei repeats, frowning. "You're still hungry? We just had dinner!"

"Yeah," Nagisa says, huffing a bit, "sure, I had dinner, Rei-chan, but not dessert!" because honestly. Rei has a lot to learn. "Do you not like donuts or something? Who doesn't like donuts?"

"I like donuts perfectly fine," sniffs Rei, "I'm just not one to ruin my diet on such a whim." He tosses his head back proudly, but as annoying as Nagisa used to find the gesture, it's become somewhat endearing.

"What diet?" he asks, poking at Rei's stomach. "You're so lean and mean! Like a tiger." He growls a bit to emphasize his point, curling his fingers menacingly.

"Thank you?" Rei says, blushing a bit. "That's very kind of you to say."

"And one little donut isn't going to ruin your body," adds Nagisa, running his hands over Rei's (regretfully covered) abs.

"Ah, y-yes," says Rei, twitching a bit under Nagisa's fingers. "You've...made your point." Nagisa snaps his gaze from Rei's torso to his eyes, hands still spread over tight muscles. Rei stops fiddling with his glasses and stares back. "Well? Should we?"

"You'll treat me to donuts?" Nagisa cries, throwing his arms into the air. "You're the best, Rei-chan!"

"Of course," he smiles, and Nagisa falters.

"Hey, I was just kidding, I can pay," he says, brushing a curl back. "I'm not gonna make you pay if you won't eat anything."

"I want to pay for you, Nagisa," and the way Rei says his name warms Nagisa's cheeks, "You treated me to dinner, it's the very least I could do."

Rei pays for their treats and Nagisa clutches his excitedly, savoring the taste of the icing in his mouth, the way the pastry melts over his tongue.

"This is very good," says Rei, swallowing a bite. "I haven't had a donut in so long!"

"This is like my second-favorite donut vendor!" Nagisa says as they set off down the darkening street. "If you want, I could take you around to all my favorite street snack places one day."

"That sounds like fun," says Rei, talking with icing frosting the corner of his mouth. Nagisa chuckles—Rei seems younger like that, eating a bit messily. He leans up and kisses the sugar away with a smack. Rei beams around at him, dusting pink like the donut in his hand.

"You had something on your lip," Nagisa explains, grinning. Rei's eyes soften, staring at Nagisa in somewhat of a daze.

"You're so beautiful, Nagisa," Rei sighs quietly, fingers stretching to twine themselves around a curl, eyes at half-mast. He snaps them open almost immediately after, straightening and jerking back a bit. "I—I mean, uh. Goodness, that was extremely forward of me, I'm sorry—just because I'm thinkingthese sorts of things doesn't mean—oh, ah. Um."

Nagisa has to grip his pants to prevent them from clutching at his chest because oh my God, that was so cute. He is so far gone. Forget gone, he's up in the sky, in the clouds, floating away because of this bashful, beautiful boy in front of him.

"C'mere," Nagisa says, popping the last bit of his dessert in his mouth and looping his arms around Rei's neck. "Hey, hey, no need to be embarrassed, c'mon."

Rei's head follows him down obediently, wide eyed. Nagisa kisses him on the nose, pulls him back a bit into the shadow of a building, kisses him again, this time on the forehead and right between the crease his furrowed eyebrows create.

"You're so cute, so so so cute," he says, punctuating each word with a sticky press. Rei's ears turn red and Nagisa tugs on them, "Has anyone ever told you even your ears are super cute?"

"No, but I've been told they're really big."

"Don't listen to them! They're just as great and as wonderful as you are."

Rei laughs a bit and winds his arms around Nagisa's waist. He tentatively presses a wavering kiss to Nagisa's lips, pulling back too soon, leaving Nagisa tingling. "Thank you, Nagisa."

"No, come back," Nagisa whines, tugging him back down. "I haven't even had the chance to kiss you properly, not all sloppy and desperate like we were at home."

"I still liked those kisses, though," Rei grins, obliging Nagisa and brushing their noses together.

"I liked what came after, we should definitely do that again as soon as possible," Nagisa winks, and Rei huffs out an embarrassed laugh before Nagisa reaches the last few centimeters and locks their lips.

Nagisa feels like he stands in the dark for hours, pressed against a building, getting acquainted with Rei's mouth. Rei's warmth is around him and in him, seeping down his body and settling in his stomach, bouncy and light. It's all very soft, the muted tones of the darkening city and Rei's lips, tenderly pressing against his own.

He shifts so that his hands are clutching Rei's shirt, right at his chest. They're so close that when he leans forward just a bit his knuckles brush against his own shirt. One of Rei's hands is loosely fisted in the hair at the nape of his neck, massaging a bit, and Nagisa lets a contented hum and opens himself up fully for Rei.

He hasn't made out with someone like this in a long time, all comforting and intimate. It's honestly making him a little dizzy, drunk, almost—it's clear he's infatuated with Rei, and with each parting kiss, each swirl of the tongue Nagisa feels himself falling deeper.

It's heated but not rushed—Rei licks into his mouth slow and sure and steady, and the little sighs and gasps that escape him only add to the bliss. Nagisa tilts his head the other way, offering a new angle, a new depth. He can't stop himself from smiling, especially when he feels the apple of his cheek nudging up against Rei's nose.

He feels like he's moving in slow motion, but for once Nagisa doesn't want to go faster, doesn't want to force a pace. Just being able to kiss Rei in the dim flood of a streetlamp is enough, more than enough—he feels that the moment is important, that he'sspecial, all wrapped up in Rei's arms. He hasn't felt like this in a while, maybe even in his whole life, so he leans back and lets Rei reach into his soul a bit more.

"I'm exhausted," says Rei after he's unlocked his door and dumped their leftovers onto a counter.

"It's only nine-thirty! Are you nineteen or ninety-five?" Nagisa exclaims. Rei shrugs good-naturedly and he relents. "Actually, me too. I just wanna crawl into bed and close my eyes for forever." Today was tiring—both emotionally and physically. After all, he and Rei had walked around for close to three hours!

He was delighted when Rei suggested spending the night in his apartment rather than walking all the way back across the city to Nagisa and Haru's place. Rei had colored immediately after offering, sputtering on about his character and his concern for Nagisa's well-being, but Nagisa had simply clasped their hands together and agreed.

"I...only have one bed," Rei had said on the train. Nagisa peered up at him curiously.

"And?" he prompted. "I don't mind sharing."

"I could get out the futon my brother uses!" said Rei, facing the window, but Nagisa could make out his flush in the dim lighting. He had rested his head on Rei's shoulder and twined their fingers together.

"But I want to share with you, Rei-chan," he'd said, nuzzling a bit, and Rei had coughed and choked and held his hand tighter.

Nagisa follows Rei into his bedroom, and takes the opportunity to look around as Rei searches in his dresser for clothes.

"You sure do have a lot of books," says Nagisa, crouching down to peer at a rickety bookcase. "This thing's gonna break soon."

"I know," says Rei, throwing him a large shirt. "I don't have the money to go out and buy another shelf, though. Do you need pants, or…?"

"Nah, I'll just wear my boxers. What?" He grins at Rei's look of disgust, catching it right as he's lifting off his shirt. "They're clean, I promise!" Nagisa shrugs on the shirt Rei gave him and finds that he is swallowed up by the thin material, the hem of it dangling all the way down to mid-thigh. He twirls.

"It's like a dress on me!"

Rei snorts in amusement and peels off his polo. Nagisa quickly sits on his bed and watches intently.

"You're embarrassing me," Rei mutters, turning around as he slides out of his pants. He pauses, hands on his hips. "Do you mind?"

"Huh?"

"I'm about to take off my underwear."

"So?"

"What do you mean, 'so'? Look away!"

"Are you serious?" Nagisa chucks his wadded up shirt at Rei's back. "I've already seen everything. We're about to lie in the same bed! It's fine!"

Rei huffs but doesn't reply. He yanks off his boxers fast, obviously trying to show himself off as little as possible, but he's still too slow.

"You have a really good butt, Rei-chan!" compliments Nagisa, and Rei fumbles.

"Shut up!" he hisses over his shoulder, and as he's bending down to pull up clean underwear, Nagisa leans forward and pinches a cheek. Rei yelps as his clothes pool at his feet, jerking upright.

"Don't do that!" he snaps, red-faced.

"Aw," Nagisa leans back on Rei's bed and looks around. His eyes catch on something on the wall, and he pulls himself back up to peer closer.

"You really did tape up my card!"

"Of course," says Rei as he ties the drawstring on his pajama pants tightly. "Why would I lie?" He's not wearing a shirt, and the way the pants are slung low and snug on his hips makes Nagisa swallow. He shakes his head and goes back to the card.

"I was so embarrassed about it," he confesses, as Rei places his glasses on his nightstand and slides into the bed next to him. He props his head up on an elbow and gazes up at Nagisa.

"Really? Why?"

Nagisa sits on his knees and traces his fingers over the paper taped above Rei's headboard. "It just felt really stupid, I guess. That's uh…that's actually why I didn't come into work today."

Rei shoots him a startled look before letting out a snort of surprised laughter. "That was the reason?" His eyes are fond when they meet Nagisa's. "You had nothing to worry about, I assure you." Nagisa reaches a hand down and brushes his bangs away from his face, traces a finger down his jaw.

"I can't believe you put it up here."

"It's important to me," says Rei, and his smile strikes Nagisa through the heart. "Come here." He opens his arms, and Nagisa shuffles backwards until he's lying down too, pressing close to Rei's chest. He curls his body into Rei's, hands resting right near Rei's neck. Rei drapes his hold over Nagisa, rubbing up and down his back, and Nagisa molds into the touch.

He smoothes his hands over Rei's torso, running them up and down over broad shoulders, down his arms, like he's wanted to for two weeks. He scooches forward and trails sleepy kisses over beautiful shoulders, and Rei relaxes, melting all over Nagisa.

They lay like that for a while, Nagisa pressing his lips to Rei's neck and shoulder over and over again, Rei tracing patterns on his back slowly, soothingly, in a way that starts to lull him to sleep. His eyes keep shutting, longer and slower with each passing blink.

"'M so tired…" Nagisa mumbles, lips dragging slightly against soft skin. Rei hums in agreement, and the vibrations pressed against his forehead fill Nagisa with a warm, fuzzy feeling that travels down from his curls to his toes. He yawns and Rei lightly taps him on the nose, crinkling down at him. Nagisa presses his smile to Rei's neck as he leans over and turns off the bedside lamp.

He thinks he hears something like a muffled G'night, Nagisa, from somewhere above, but by the time the sound travels down to his ears darkness has already overtaken him and he drifts off to sleep.

"One squid takoyaki, please." Nagisa looks up from his notepad and is met with a warm smile.

"Rei-chan!" he cries, leaning forward on his elbows. Rei grins back at him, and something in his hair glints.

"You left your clips at my apartment," he says, and turns his head a bit—two lime green barrettes sit in his hair, pinning them away from his forehead. "They're quite useful."

"You look so cute!" gushes Nagisa, leaning forward to admire them more.

"Don't I?" says Rei, pushing up his glasses with a smirk. "I may just keep them."

"Go ahead," Nagisa waves a hand. "I have plenty. Do you really want takoyaki?"

"Yes," Rei says. "It occurred to me that I haven't sampled my competitor's product—a bit negligent, wouldn't you say? I should understand the competition, right?"

"Oh, totally," Nagisa nods, propping up his chin.

"I mean," Rei continues, both of them grinning stupidly, "you've tasted ourcrepes, after all. Sort of. It's only fair." Which is sort of true. He and Rei spent Sunday morning trying to recreate Gou's delectable crepes but failed spectacularly. But sitting with Rei on his couch and feeding each other mushy mixtures of chocolate and sugar wasn't too bad of a trade-off. (Licking jam off Rei's abs was another high point as well).

"I agree completely," says Nagisa, reaching into a lone dish and plucking a perfectly brown ball. "Open up!" To his delight, Rei does, and he places the takoyaki into his mouth with a giggle. "How's it taste?"

"Very good," Rei chews thoughtfully. "Mealy. The sauce is perfect." Swallows. "I wish I had tried it sooner."

"At least you got one," Nagisa says. "C'mere, let me have a taste, too." Rei wrinkles his nose briefly before leaning in.

"That's disgusting," he says, and their lips meet.

"You're still kissing me," says Nagisa, and slides a hand along Rei's jaw.

He's just about to deepen the kiss when something whaps him upside the head. "Ow!" he cries, spinning around and rubbing curls. Haru stands at the stove, glaring, glitter pens in hand.

"Did you hit me with my own pen, Haru-chan?" Nagisa asks, hand over heart. Rei snorts into his palm.

"Get back to work," says Haru, turning back to the stove. "I didn't hire you so you could make out with the worker from next door."

"We weren't making out!" protests Nagisa as Rei chokes next to him. "Haru-chan is just jealous." Haru aims his spatula at Nagisa.

"I'm not," he grits out, "jealous. Rei, you should get back to your truck before Gou throws a fit."

"Of course, Nanase-san!" Rei barks out. "I leave immediately!" He turns hopeful eyes up toward Nagisa. "I'll see you after work?"

"Wouldn't miss it, Rei-chan," Nagisa grins, reaching out and tweaking his nose. "See you soon!"

They smile at each other for a moment, in their own world of twinkle and charm, before Haru breaks the spell.

"Seriously, leave or I'll fire Nagisa."

Rei takes off in a flurry of apologies and stammering.

"Haru-chan, you always ruin my fun," Nagisa whines. Haru rolls his eyes.

"I liked you two better when you hated each other," he says, "even with that stupid bet."

"Oh," says Nagisa, "but the bet hasn't stopped! It's how we're going to determine who pays for our dates every week!"

He misses Haru's look of borderline disdain because he's leaning over the counter and out the window, blowing kisses into the wind and hoping they meet Rei. Rei's fiddling with their canopy again, but he turns at the right moment and catches Nagisa's motion. He flushes a bit and tries to fight a smile but in the end reaches out and grasps at the air, pressing a closed fist to his heart.

It's possibly the cheesiest thing he's ever done, and the fact that Rei played along probably makes it even lamer, but Nagisa can't help the burst of happiness that bubbles up into laughter, leaving him giggling over the counter and over at Rei.

Rei beams at him one last time before he's yanked into Belles Crepes. Nagisa is only momentarily saddened—he remembers they have plans together after work, plans that are sure to include a lot of hand-holding and lip-locking, and is filled with new energy, bouncing off the counter to scrub at a resilient stain, happier with his life than he's ever been.

i made rei 19 bc i needed him younger than the drinking age which is 20 in japan idk? also rei had NO REASON to go to bed without a shirt that was purely for my benefit

anyways here it is the final conclusion! i hope you all enjoyed! i know it took a long time lmao sorryy but i hope it was worth the wait haha :) this is like the only finished multi-chap story ive ever done i think

big thanks to abby (narutorun on tumblr, youcanbeking on ao3) for ur amazing amazing beta seriously you are always so helpful and ugh you did a lot like u were so supportive when i pitched the idea to u like in october before i even starting writing or mapping out anything like we had a really good time with nagisas tasty tenders and reis cream and trying to come up with the name for the truck and a lot more pervy things that shouldn't be repeated but still make me crack up! anyways THANK YOU love you ab :)

kudos/comments/criticisms appreciated! feel free to drop in-didsw on tumblr!