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Miya: Why does Langa call you babygirl?

Reki: how about we stop talking for a little while

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 #renga #I’m not funny or original

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All in all, it's every ingredient Reki could possibly want for a fanfuckingtastic time.

A normal person would probably just appreciate the generally awesome day, and not think twice about it.

Reki?

He's still waiting for the catch.

(Or: Reki has a good day.

Until he doesn’t.)

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 #renga #fanfic #my fic #new wip who dis

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they Make me ill

#oh this #this is good #Reki… my love… #Langa… my love… #also Langa’s eyes here have me going insane fr fr

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Posting chapter two of this later today and I’m like 80% sure I never posted that here lol. I should just plug my YouTube tbh

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 #renga #fanfic #podfic

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and of course, my other favorite anime, sk8 the infinity

fun fact: this anime caused me to learn to skateboard in real life…anyone want to be the regular to my goofy? ;)

#aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #I love them I love them I love them I love them I love them

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#O O F #yeah #asking for a friend

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one more for the road

#I am SOBBING IN THE BREAKROOM AT WORK RN #help actual tears #this is beautiful

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Whatever you do don’t think about Reki.

Reki in his workshop, tuning up Langa’s board and murmuring all the ways he’s thought of improving it under his breath without realizing it.

All while Langa sits next to him, with his head propped up on his arm, staring at Reki all dazed and wide-eyed in amazement and adoration.

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 #renga #I’m warning yall don’t do it #stores this away in my brain for future scene ideas knowing damn well I’m going to forget

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Please don’t I’m so fucking scared

it’s been a rough month huh

#please #I will actually fucking die if anything happens

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Langa… my love…

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 #i’m very tired

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please. I am begging.

#yeah #bursts into tears

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I think, and I know this is crazy but hear me out, but I think Langa might be a lil gay for Reki

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 #renga #I know this sounds insane but listen

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Y’all think Reki has ever drawn random doodles of Langa’s face in his sketchbook? Langa smiling, Langa frowning, Langa concentrating while he skates and Langa embarrassed with sparkly clips in his hair he’d let Reki’s sisters put on him? Yes or yes

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 #renga #I’m thinking #having thoughts #do you know what i’m saying #of course you do

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Is he… you know… *makes half an infinity symbol*

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 #renga #please laugh

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“Dance with me.”

As expected, Reki blinks up at him owlishly from where they’d been scanning over an article about skateboards. Of course.

They were supposed to be studying. That plan had fallen apart exactly fifteen minutes after they’d opened their textbooks. Hey, it was a new record.

“What?” Reki asks, eyes a little hazy and confused. Signs that he’d been on the verge of passing out moments ago, curled up like a cat on Langa’s bed as he was.

He’s so cute.

A candlelight of affection flickers in Langa’s chest; warm and soft.

“Dance with me,” he insists again.

Baffled, Reki doesn’t resist when Langa takes his hand and pulls him to his feet. He stumbles a little unsteadily, so Langa’s arm wraps around his waist until he finds his balance. Then, he finds he doesn’t particularly want to remove it, so he doesn’t.

Reki doesn’t complain about it and, for some reason, that feels like a victory. “What are you doing?” He asks bemusedly, even as his hands find their way to Langa’s shoulders.

“Dancing,” Langa responds, and really, hasn’t Reki figured that much out by now? “With you.”

Reki snorts, and it puffs a strand of wild red hair away for a second before it falls right back into his face. His headband is pulled down, hanging around his neck and letting his bangs free, for a change. Something about that makes Langa feel some kind of way. Mostly the good kind.

“We can’t dance without any music,” Reki says smartly. And if that’s his only issue with it, it’s an easy enough fix.

Triumph sweeping through him, Langa starts humming.

It sounds awful. There isn’t any specific song he’s thinking of. He’s just making it up as he goes, and it’s still off-key and out of tune. Cut him some slack. He’s known for his athletics. Not his musical prowess.

But Reki giggles and Langa’s heart swells with so much joy it’s a wonder it doesn’t explode. “I don’t like this song. Play another one,” he snarks.

Langa adjusts his grip around Reki’s waist and guides him in a slow half-circle. “Hm, no,” he says, before stubbornly continuing his terrible melody.

Reki laughs again and Langa wishes he could bottle up the sound to keep and replay whenever he wanted. But since he can’t do that, he spins Reki around and around until he does it again instead.

Nothing about it is elegant. Reki stumbles whenever Langa pulls him right instead of left, and Langa trips over his own foot more than once trying not to step on Reki’s toes.

But it’s fun.

Everything with Reki is fun.

For a moment, Langa thinks about his dad. About how he’d done this same thing with his mom so many countless times in the past. In their kitchen, in the living room. Mom had always grumbled and complained, but she’d never said no. Never stopped smiling.

Bittersweet longing for the way things used to be rushes hot underneath Langa’s skin, and the knowledge that they can’t go back brings a painful lump to his throat.

But then Reki whoops joyously, ducks under Langa’s arm, and whirls out until he’s only holding on to Langa by the tips of their fingers before spinning back to him. Something in Langa’s chest eases and he can breathe again.

Yeah, things aren’t the same. Not anymore, and they never will be. But that doesn't mean they can’t still be good. Langa still has people he cares about. Shadow. Joe. Cherry. Miya.

Langa has Reki. This wonderful, amazing boy letting Langa twirl him around like they’re toddlers. He could never ask for anything more.

The people may be different now, but the love is the same.

Just as strong.

Just as warm.

Just as infinite.

#sk8 the infinity #renga #reki x langa #fanfic #uuuhhh tfw your hand slips and you accidentally write… whatever this is #I don’t know what happened #anyway goodnight everybody

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Bruh what

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Alright so I finally noticed I never even posted the first chapter of the wip I’ve been not shutting the fuck up about for days but now it’s complete so here, a bonus!

And now that familiar, sinking feeling Langa always gets when he knows he's missing something important is starting to tug at his chest.

He's typing before he actively makes the decision to do so.

Google search: What is a love hotel?

Or: Reki has dodged a simple question one too many times, so Langa finally takes it upon himself to find some answers.

(Spoiler alert: He doesn’t like what he finds.)

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 #renga #fanfic #my fic