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Rikiya walked through the front door and shut it quietly. It was late at night, I made dinner for the both of us and ate alone. I sat on the couch, grabbed a pillow, and looked at the clock: 11:48. I felt so... lonely.  Today was awful. I was so stressed all day with work, schooling, and all the work at home kept piling itself up and it felt like the world was crashing down on me.

Rikiya took his shoes off, hung his suit jacket up, and loosened his green tie. God, he always loved that tie. Not that I'm complaining. He slowly approached as I quietly sobbed into the pillow in my arms. He crouched down in front of me, a good distance away so he could enter my line of sight as gently as possible.

"Hey... hey, my dear Little One, please don't cry. What's upsetting you this late at night? I thought you might have been asleep already..."

"Da- ddy..." I blubbered. My face was puffy and hot from crying so much. Rikiya quickly stood and pulled me into his chest. He rocked side to side as I cried into his sternum.

"It's okay baby... you're okay. We'll work through this together. It's okay to cry. Don't be afraid to show how you're feeling..."

He stood up, and as the dim light in the room revealed his face to me more, i could just make out his quirk beginning to manifest around his temples. He spoke gently, not a trace of malice or threat in his voice, as he carefully unbuttoned his shirt and took off his tie.

"It's okay, sweet thing... come here."

I reached out to a now slightly-larger Rikiya,  shirtless and partially covered in dark spots. His arms were just big enough that they could carry me and hold me close as long as I wanted without getting tired. He must be stressed about me being upset. 

I buried my face into the crook of his neck and let my tears flow. I didn't have the energy to full-on sob anymore, so sniffling and whimpering filled the empty, noiseless room instead.

He was quiet for a minute, shifting our body weight together from one foot to another in a slow, rhythmic sway. He carried me effortlessly like a small child, with one arm supporting my rear, and the other wrapped tightly around my back. He swayed and swayed and swayed until my eyelids drooped heavily and my body warmed so comfortably.

"Do you want to talk about it, Little One?"

"Mmm... The world feels like it's caving in on me, Rikiya," I said, lifting up my head and waking myself up. "I can't take it anymore. I'm so overwhelmed I can hardly breathe, everything feels so big and intense and I don't know how to deal with my feelings anymore. I've just been so... bummed, Rikiya. I really have. And even though you've been working so hard to change that around, I just... can't feel genuinely happy and content anymore. I'm so unhappy. I just hope you understand that it's not your fault in any way, Daddy. None of this has ever been your fault and it never will be. My brain is just... tired."

He stayed silent, the spots around his temples growing even darker. He frowned, gently allowing the tears forming in his eyes to fall down his cheeks and fall onto my chest. I stared deep into his eyes, hoping for some semblance of understanding, praying to whatever religious deity is out there that he wouldn't be upset about his hard work to make me happy, perpetually failing.

It's not like I wanted him to fail, right? He does make me happy every day, but I can't seem to have a long lasting feeling of happiness, or content at the very least. I feel awful because he worked very hard to make sure he was the best Daddy ever; and only my Daddy.

"Little One..." he said gently, "It's not your fault."

He took in a shaky breath and sighed, bowing his head. I rested my chin on the top of his head and stroked the back of his neck, playing with his hair and keeping my other arm securely wrapped around his shoulders.

"Daddy, it's not your fault either."

I kissed his head and snuggled into the crook of his neck.

"My Dearest, you have been nothing short of wonderful. I am so grateful to have you in my life. Now... just say the magic words... and I can take away all of your stress and worries."

"What about your stress and worries?" I asked.

"Little One, you know I can convert it into power. It's my meta ability. But let's not worry about that right now. I'm going to help you." He walked as he spoke, carrying me to our shared bedroom and helping me dress for bed.

"I want to take care of you. Arms up... You can take as long as you need to in order to think it over, but I want to take you away and hide you from the rest of the world… There you go, all dressed. I will give you my entire heart and everything you need and want. You won't have to worry anymore. My team can handle everything. I've been needing a change of scenery anyways. Let's go somewhere quiet and remote, with a beautiful view. You won't have to put up with schooling and work anymore." Large, calloused and strong hands reached for mine, smaller in comparison. "It will be our dream come true, Little One."

"I'll think about it."

He pulled the thick comforter back and over me as I layed down on our shared bed. He kissed my forehead and turned out the lights. For a while, he stayed by my side, caressing my face, neck, and arms, whispering the gentlest and sweetest words to me as if I were to shatter without them; as if they were the glue in between my pieces, holding me together and keeping me steady. He only laid down with me once he was certain that I wouldn't fall apart again. 

I turned over to my side once he slid under the covers and got comfortable, admiring his beauty in the moonlight that poured in through the blinds in the window behind me. He played with my hair and whispered 'I love you's and 'my sweet Little One's in my ear until sleep took over my eyelids and lifted me away from reality.

The next morning, I awoke to the golden autumn sunlight painting the room through the window blinds. The rest of the bed next to me was warm, but empty. Everything around me smelled like sleep and cologne. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, shivering away the sleepiness and looking around. The room was tidied up a bit, the blinds opened slightly, and the scent of my favorite breakfast slowly started to fill the room through the open door. 

I woke myself up enough to swing my legs over the edge of the bed, carefully put on some socks, and looked down. There, a pair of slippers were waiting for me, so was a soft white sweater that smelled like Rikiya and felt like heaven. 

I got dressed and carefully walked down the stairs into the kitchen. There, Rikiya was wearing a black apron over his undershirt and dress pants, maneuvering the kitchen to make the best breakfast I have ever seen. He hummed a familiar tune as he worked and assembled a warm breakfast -my favorite- for the both of us.

"There you are, Darling," he said, as he spotted me standing in the doorway. A warm smile spread across his face and a red tint across the apples of his cheeks. "I was wondering if you'd be awake already. Not that it'd be a problem if you slept in. I would have just brought it to you, and we could've eaten breakfast in bed together. It's your favorite!" 

He smiled at me as he tilted the dish toward me to show me. He walked out into the dining room and sat our dishes down on the table. I followed him. He pulled out a chair for me to sit in and I carefully sat down. He helped push my chair in so I could reach the table and then sat himself down. 

We ate mostly in a comfortable silence aside from a few 'mmm's and 'this is good's. He finished eating before I did, wiping his mouth with a napkin and smiling at me. He grabbed my free hand and traced his thumb along my knuckles. 

"You're so gorgeous, Little One. So… did you think anymore about my offer?"

"I did. I have just one question."

"You are more than welcome to ask me anything, Dear." He said, squeezing my hand lightly. 

I looked into his eyes, and asked, "how are you gonna go about this? You said that I wouldn't have to worry about a job, school, or anything else. Would you just… keep me here? Like a prisoner? Are you gonna tell everyone I'm dead? What is your team gonna do if they get involved?"

He laughed lightly. "Don't worry, Sweetness. You are not a prisoner here. This is your home, right?" 

I nodded. 

"I'm glad we are on the same page. My team and I are going to execute a very intricate plan to let others know that you are no longer available for work and school. I will pay off all tuition charges, handle all legal aspects of quitting your job, and your family will still be in contact with you. We could do holidays with them if that would make you feel better. But other than that, do not worry a single bit about what's going on. I am here to take care of you and all of your worries. Okay?"

"Okay," I said. I'm still… unsure. I lightly furrowed my brow and looked away from him. 

"Everything will be okay. I promise. I won't make you stay home, I'll take you out whenever I'm available, and I'm not here to hurt you. Let me take care of you and your needs, Little One."

I turned back to him and smiled. "Okay. Let's do it. You can take care of me... Do whatever you feel is necessary. I love you so much, Rikiya."

"I love you too, Baby." He smiled and kissed my forehead. He stood up, gathered our dishes, and disappeared into the kitchen. He reappeared and gathered me in his arms. He peppered kisses across my cheeks and forehead as he carried me back to our bedroom.

"Won't you be late for work?"

He laughed, "Oh, no baby. We were understaffed today, so I decided to just call it a day for the company. So, I get to spend the day with you!"

"Oh-" I said.

He continued kissing my forehead and the top of my head as he sat me down and turned on the TV. He flipped through the movies available and selected one… my favorite! He pressed play and helped me get situated on a mound of fluffy pillows and under our thick comforter. 

He sat himself beside me and undid his belt. "No funny business, I'm just getting comfortable," he giggled. He wore athletic shorts under his dress pants, he always did, and I knew they were a lot more comfortable than dress pants. 

I played with his hair, which had never felt softer since he didn't gel it into his typical style. 

He gently caressed my arms and waist and smiled. I started to focus on the movie and noticed him texting someone on his cell. I saw glimpses of messages like, "I need a copy of their tuition transcripts ASAP," and, "I need you to make a call and leave a message to their employer."

I left it alone and figured it wasn't really my business. Of course, it was my job, but I didn't need to work anymore. I figured it was time to leave that job anyway. 

We watched the movie together in comfortable -mostly- silence. We joked and commented on the movie here and there, and when the movie finished we decided on what we would do for the day. 

Rikiya picked up his daily newspaper and read for a bit as I got dressed and put on an apron. I pulled my hair out of my face and got my recipes out. I looked outside the kitchen window. It was cool outside, that perfect, quiet autumn day where bright orange leaves laced the sidewalks and the birds called to each other up above. There was a breeze and people were wearing sweaters and jackets outside, and squirrels and other small animals were finishing up their burrows in the tree trunks for the winter. The grass was dewy and sparkled in the morning sunlight and the outside smelled like rain and wet concrete. 

A perfect day for baking, I thought. I turned back to Rikiya and watched him. He was carefully reading his newspaper. He looked up to me and smiled. I smiled back and asked, "You ready? I'm gonna need your help."

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be, Little One."

He stood, set his newspaper onto the coffee table in front of him, and stepped into the kitchen. "Alright, what would you like my help with, Dearest?"

"First, I need your help taking the pans out of the oven and stacking them in a safe place. The one pan I do need is in the stack, it should be a round pan. Perfect for making pie!"

We spent the afternoon snuggled up together on the couch while waiting for our pie to bake. After it was done, we enjoyed a few slices and getting whipped cream onto each others' noses.

You may as well call it a 'perfect day.' I felt so safe in the arms of the Grand Commander of the MLA, the CEO and president of Detnerat, my partner, my hero, Rikiya Yotsubashi. He is so… beautiful. And wonderful, and so deserving of love and affection. And maybe a break. 

No TW. Word count: 322

Believe it or not, the guy's public "business asshole" persona is an utter facade. He wants to look confident and easy-going in front of the others at work in order to uphold a good reputation.

He's genuinely funny. He loves to make you laugh, and love to hear your laugh even more. Around you and his family, he would never say anything misogynistic or racist or the like, but would be a good-hearted goofy person as soon as he can let his guard down. Like, Stu Macher level goofy.

(Sidenote: his parents love you. When they see you for the first time they're in awe and just cooing at you, and asking Paul when he's gonna marry you and make you their child-in-law)

At home, he is a total cuddlebug. He's 5'11, so he's tall and has longer limbs as a result. You can guarantee that he's going to hug you, wrap his arms around you, and snuggle you when he can.

He runs warm naturally, so you've got a personal heater to snuggle up with on cold nights.

He nests. It's a habit he's had since he was little. That's why his bed never moved out of the corner; He'll take all of the blankets and soft pillows and sweaters that smell like either one of you and build a fort-like structure of comfy things in the corner every night. Don't bother making the bed, just let his inner child have some fun. It's double the fun if you join in and bring some snacks and turn on a movie.

His inner child will also play with you. Like literal 'chasing each other around the apartment, playing hide-and-seek, tickle fights, and pillow fights' play.

Paul is always in total awe of how beautiful you are. Every flaw, every perfection, curve and edge, scar and stretch mark, all of it.

He cheeses when you call him "beautiful" or "gorgeous" as a genuine compliment. He gets all blushy and soft and is at a loss for words, its the cutest thing.

However, when his inner child is not out to play, he loves to spoil you. Mans rich, he's going to buy you clothes that are the most flattering for your body type and beautiful jewelry that accentuates your natural beauty. He, surprisingly, has wonderful taste and manages to make you look (though you already are) flawless.

Total show-off to the others at holiday parties and work parties. Absolutely will introduce you to his buddies and becomes the talk of the town for a while. Women all around you will be sharing whispers, but not of gossip, more of compliments and talking about how nice you are, and how happy you seem to be making Paul. Everybody, surprisingly, is genuinely happy for you and Paul.

However, there will still be some that try to hit on you or Paul. If you're ok with it, he would like to pretend that you're engaged so you can wear rings that show the others that you're unavailable. Only because he knows it makes you uncomfortable, and he wants to show you how much he trusts you (while he's secretly planning a surprise proposal).

He loves to take you out to dinner. Always somehow manages to get reservations at fancy, uptown restaurants with extravagant and delicious food. You've never had sea urchin??? Well now you can!

On the flipside, he's also a total sucker for home-cooked meals. Please pack his lunches. If you make dinner for him, he's more likely than not to get seconds. God, Dear, how do you do it? This cooking is amazing! (Double points if you like to bake and make desserts.)

If you wear his sweaters or shirts or jackets, he will turn into a living heart eyes emoji for the whole day. Not only because it smells like you and you look too cute, but because you are willing to show to other people that you belong to him.

If you play with his hair, expect him to rest his head on you and fall asleep. I don't make the rules.

His favorite cuddling position is laying straight on top of you. If you decide to snuggle on the couch for a quick nap, he's gonna lay straight on top of you with his head on your chest so he can listen to your breathing and heartbeat and you can play with his hair.

He'll totally gossip about the people at his work when he comes home from a long day. Just be sure to get him a glass of wine, (maybe one for yourself) because he can have some pretty terrible days sometimes. A lot of it is gossip and mocking the guys around him, but some is venting. He wants to be listened to because it's hard to find someone that will truly listen to you, especially when you're just some yuppie and everyone thinks you just have no feelings.

To finish it off: he truly loves you with all his heart; and though he struggles to show it sometimes (with his job being all that it is), you are his universe, and God forbid anyone take his universe away from him. He loves you so dearly, and is the proudest man in the world to call you his.

Let me start off by saying no punishments. Good behavior is taught. Mistakes are constructively corrected. Bad behavior is not a reason to scream or hit.

Cuddly dad. When his kids are babies and toddlers, he lays them down on his belly for nap time. And he will also cuddle them extra close if they seek out cuddles after a nightmare. He knows how tough nightmares can be, he tells them, but they will always be stronger. Best toddler mattress and cuddler, 10/10.

He wears a kid harness proudly. He makes sure that his baby is extra comfy by lining the inside of the harness with a blanket and leaning back a little so they rest their head against his chest.

He plays with his kid/s. They wanna play dress up? Absolutely! Put him in a princess headband! Put little clips in his hair! No fragile masculinity here.

Speaking of, he raises his kids without gender stereotypes. He lets them dress how they want, play with whatever toys they want, and live how they want. These kids are free to express themselves however they want.

One thing, he is the best at bandaging wounds. Scraped knee or elbow? They're getting it rinsed extra good, ointment, gauze, then a cotton roll on top of that to keep it secure. No bandaids, only stuff that will stay on when you move. Wounds get washed extra good every day and bandaged perfectly.

When behavior needs punishment, the most you’re getting out of this man is a time-out and a constructive talk. He keeps calm and doesn’t lose his shit. Hugs and pizza to make up afterwards. When the kids get older he teaches them that they are responsible for their own actions, so whatever they do, they will have to deal with the consequences themselves.

Proud band dad. Ok, imagine if his kids are band kids. He totally did band in high school. He gives off "skinny kid in the low brass section" vibes. Don't come for me. Maybe a percussionist? One of those two. Anyways, he is the most supportive and loving band dad. He makes sure to go to every band concert. Even early on in their band career and they don't sound too good. Their first Christmas concert made him tear up in pride.

Marching band kids? Heck yea! Lester is gonna go to every competition and help move equipment and chaperone for the band. He's the one cheering the loudest in the stands. He even has throat lozenges in his glove box for the ride home after the competitions.

Theater kids? He's right there to help recite lines and sew up costumes!

Saturdays are for the fam. No, seriously. Each saturday has a theme, a movie on the TV, and pizza ready to go! And there are board games, card games, and if the weather allows, the whole family plays tag outside!

Lester also tucks his kids into bed and reads them to sleep every night. 

Lester lets his kids play in the woods while he works! It also keeps Jonesy company as well! By the time Lester has children, Jonsey might be getting old. So, the kids will take Jonesy to a clearing under the warm sunlight and pet and cuddle her so she can rest. Then they’ll go off and roughhouse once she falls asleep.

Totally plays sword sticks with his kids. You have a lot of laundry to do and a lot of baths to draw at the end of the day. They are going to come home FILTHY.

Sure thing!!!

You’ll HAVE to teach him once he figures out you play bass guitar. He really likes the sound.

Growing up on rock and metal, he feels a deeper connection with you. He loves to hear rock in person, and would love to see how it’s made.

Take him to your studio to record. He’s literally an expert at being quiet. Take him once, you’ll be taking him every time.

Every place you go to to perform, he’s totally gonna be there. You don’t even know how he got there, but he is.

Won’t say it, but he does enjoy your music a whole lot. He enjoys watching you play your heart out, and loves how much passion and energy you put into this.

He may or may not have gone into a victim’s home and stolen a few guitars from them… in the name of love.

Michael loves your body. He loves how warm and cuddly you are, especially if he's had a long day and can just come home to some snuggles. He has no problem with you being plus sized, he’s a big guy himself. He’s always been big and super strong, so he’s glad to have someone with meat on their bones, otherwise he might accidentally hurt you… he loves coming home and plopping down next to you on the couch or bed and laying his head on your chest or tummy. Not only are you his… but you are the perfect cuddle buddy and pillow.

Bo Sinclair

Good. Look, Jonsey is very precious to him. Even though he wouldnt admit it. If you didn't like Jonsey, you'd be dead by now.

Vincent Sinclair

Same as Bo, but he just melts when he sees you play with Jonsey and give her snacks. He'd happily watch from afar as you pet and talk to Jonsey. You wouldn't be able to see it but he's blushing under his mask, hard.

Lester Sinclair

He has Jonsey most of the time, more than double trouble, so more likely than not if you're living with lester she's gonna sleep in your shared bed. Once he realises that you don't mind at all he falls just that much harder in love with you. He starts to wonder if you would be good with children.

Norman Bates

Now, his mother does not like animals at the motel, so instead he signs you both up to start volunteering at an animal shelter together. Not only is it the best bonding experience he's ever had, but he also starts to really enjoy being around dogs. He never knew how much fun they could be. You end up getting an old, kind little dog for your birthday the year after you start volunteering.

Billy and Stu

Billy doesn't really have a problem with dogs, but he knows how irresponsible him and Stu can be. So he decides on getting you a dog plushie. Stu, on the other hand, loves dogs as well. He gets Billy in on buying dog training books and guides, he starts to learn German commands so the dog can tell between conversation and command, and he gets you a beautiful Golden Retriever puppy for Christmas. He likes the name Max, but since it belongs to all of you, you end up deciding a name all three of you like.

RZ Michael

It might not work for this big guy. He sees how much they make you happy though, so he steals a stray just for you. It's an old, gentle great dane, and it actually starts changing how he perceives the world in a good way. He starts to really love the dog, and how it has a calming effect on him.

Billy Chapman

Being in the orphanage all his life, he's never really been around dogs. he doesn’t really care for them, but when he sees how much you love dogs and puppies, he can’t help but fall in love with them too. you both find a stray dog one day, a little old terrier, and decide that this is your first shared Big Responsibility in your relationship.

Billy Lenz

terrified of dogs. starts shaking like a leaf as soon as he hears any neighborhood dogs barking outside. you will not be getting a dog, but he will slowly want to learn more and more about dogs. there are so many kinds of dogs!

The Lost Boys

Just a preface, this boy is an orphan, touch-starved, and has a lot of baggage/unresolved trauma. He’s sensitive. Movie was filmed in Utah so this is in Utah. Tw, mentions of trauma and therapy. Very long.

Since it’s around x-mas time, you’d need to stray away from s*nta related things, even talking about him would be hard on Billy.

  He does, however, really enjoy the foods and desserts made around this time of year. Please make him anything peppermint. (I believe he really enjoys peppermint bark. Mmmm.)

  If you’re going to decorate, pleeeease please please keep it very neutral. Things like little snowflakes strung up or those little jesus figurines is fine. Nothing s*nta and no snowmen.

 Please take this young man to therapy. He’s adverse to it at first (since he grew up in a Catholic orphanage in the 70’s and 80’s, it’s a very taboo subject to him), but with enough convincing and a promise to be there with him to help get his feelings out, he’ll eventually agree.

With your help, he’s on his own trauma recovery journey and he can’t be any happier to have you, oh so precious, in his life.

 He’s okay with recieving and giving gifts, just don’t mention s*nta or just tell him who the gifts are from. He’ll be more than grateful to not have to think of him.

 This boy looooves hot chocolate and cheesy hallmark movies, and especially the Golden Girls. Prepare to have him lay on top of you with his head on your chest as you giggle through the night listening to Dorothy drop the funniest one-liners.

 He loves it when you play with his hair. Please run your fingers through his scalp and whisper sweet things to him on nights when he can’t sleep. It knocks him right out.

 He’ll even grow out his hair a bit and start using conditioner to help keep it soft. Just so you can notice and touch it more.

 Just touch-starved in general. Please hold his hand, hug him, snuggle him, hold his face, kiss his forehead and cheeks, give him the affection he deserves.

 If you don’t have a job, or need one, he will try and find you a job at the toy store. He says nothing but good things about you throughout your relationship and working there, and his manager is pretty impressed at how nice you sound. Just like Billy you don’t even need an interview. You’d most likely end up working in the front most of the time, shelving toys and helping kids look for things, and Billy does a majority of the heavy-lifting in the back. The ultimate work duo.

 You end up getting an apartment together, or living at your place if you live alone. He does his fair share of housework, and so do you.

 If you are AFAB, he understands how painful cramps must be. If you are hurting, Billy will help take care of you as much as he can. Hot water bottles, painkillers, and anything he can get his hands on.

 Calls you his girl/boy/baby/boo. Sometimes darling, more often honey or sweetie. Loves it when you call him dear, or your boyfriend (when talking to others), or honey.

He gets jealous pretty easily, he’s always holding your hand or has an arm over your shoulder. But he hides it and understands it’s not your fault that people just… do people things.

 You two do everything together, even shower. He’ll take you on walks and take you to places in Utah he thinks you might enjoy.

 A good listener. Golden retriever boy. He’s literally no thoughts head empty when he’s not plagued by his trauma. He’s intelligent, of course, but still pretty empty. Please tell him about the things you enjoy, he’ll absolutely remember it. You like collecting things? He’ll help you find them. You like rollerskating or bike riding? Tell him about it all! About all the trails you biked or the times you fell down!

His ideal place to live: a cottage. He loves the idea of being in a little comfy cottage in the lovely Utah landscape. He would love to chop wood to keep the fireplace warm and adores the idea of having you in such a safe, secluded place, where s*nta can’t get you.

Would love a family one day. If you don’t like the thought, would try to settle for a pet. If neither work, he’s still more than content to live happily by your side.

 Cuddly boy. Loves big spoon. Loves your head on his chest. Also loves to lay in your lap.

Communicate. Both of you.