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Writing some spicy stuff for Kurapika :3

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paying a little visit to a beloved mutual's blog after not seeing them on the dash for a while as if i'm dropping by their cottage with some biscuits and jams in a wicker basket

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🌼 Cat!Hybrid!Kurapika x Reader ≽^•⩊•^≼

CW: short headcanon format, general, fluff, a bit suggestive as well (16+ ONLY!!)

You were just an average person trying to make your way in York New, doing your best to survive and nurture your passions.

You never had any extraordinary nen abilities, so you usually took odd jobs here and there to help pay for your higher education courses. It was hard living on your own in a shabby apartment in a questionable side of town, but, you made do with what you had and tried to make it as homey as possible.

You left the house when you had to, or when you felt the need to get out and get some fresh air at a local park. Today, was one of those days.

After spending ample time taking in the greenery, flora, and fauna on of the city park, you notice the sky turning darker; indicating a sunset was soon to follow.

On the way back, you take a shortcut through a large alleyway; as you weren’t yet ready to let the balmy day end so soon. You nearly walk past an odd-looking, worn box on your way by. Only after hearing a small ‘meow’ do you turn around and bend to the ground by the box.

A tiny, fuzzy head pops out to greet you. Its eyes are a light brown-grey and its head tilts as if to study you. It has blond and white markings on its fur and you can tell its a full-grown cat, but just small for its age.

You cautiously extend your hand to the creature and it stares at your hand, then back at you. When it can’t find whatever it’s looking for, it places its paw into your open palm and you nearly die right then and there from the cuteness.

You talk to the cat, even knowing it’s silly, but you want to earn its trust. Your landlord never mentioned anything about some sort of pet rule since he was so absent all the time and nothing was written in the lease, so you debated bringing the cute kitty home with you.

Despite how silly you felt, you ask the observant kitty if it would like to come home with you. Instead of answering, it hops into your lap and continues staring up at you with hopeful yet analytical eyes. You coo over the creature and pet it softly. After scooping it in your arms and doing a quick peek, you determine that your new kitty friend is a boy!

You’d definitely have to do some brainstorming on names, but for now, you have a cat to take care of! And the first order of business was going to the store and purchasing supplies for him.

After the supplies are purchased and you return safely to your apartment, you begin setting up his bed, scratching post, litter box, place his toys in an extra bin you found lying around, and plop on the couch. Oddly enough, the cat doesn’t explore your small apartment like you thought he would. Instead, he seems content just looking around and observing you and his surroundings.

As time passed, your kitty friend became less wary of you and would sometimes seek you out of his own accord. The name you decided on for him was Vanilla. The reaction you got from him once you told him his name was priceless; he gave you a skeptic look but continued grooming himself right after.

Vanilla never seemed thrilled to be around anything or anyone, except for you. He nearly scratched the veterinarian to death when you took him on his first vet visit. Even with his reserved disposition, he definitely showed his care in a reserved way, but you weren’t complaining. You enjoyed his company and hoped that he enjoyed yours after adopting him off the street.

One day, you had a horrible day at work once coworkers reminded you of how lonely you and weak you were, and you wound up crying and venting to Vanilla as you sat on your bed and hugged your pillow for comfort. At that moment, Vanilla ended up walking up to you, rubbing against you and purred for the first time since you took him in. It only made you cry harder, but not out of sadness. When that happened, Vanilla seemed to peer up at you with a worried ‘mrow’? But you assured him that you were grateful he was around and even wished he were real! For now, you were okay that he warmed up to you and supported you in his own little way.

Eventually, you fell asleep after a night of crying and woke up to an odd weight on your upper body. You knew that Vanilla curled up under your chin before you went to bed, but this type of weight was different since he was a smaller cat that didn’t weigh much.

Well…… imagine the surprise when you finally open your eyes to see an entire man on top of you! Strands of blond hair cover his face and your movements stir him awake as familiar brown-grey eyes blink blearily at you.

After a mini freak out from both of you, the man explains that he’s the one you’ve been caring for, he is “Vanilla.” Except… his real name is Kurapika from the Kurta clan; someone and something you’d never heard of before. Once he is able to successfully calm you down and explain that he’s apparently a Hunter who was turned into a cat-hybrid temporarily by an enemy’s nen ability, you pinch your arm to see if you’re actually dreaming or not.

It’s too surreal! Handsome men certainly don’t just fall out of the sky, turn into a cat, then turn back into a human right on top of you! You’ve read many mangas and fan fictions but the fact that this was reality was a bit too shocking first thing in the morning. Still, you suppose it could be far worse and Kurapika seemed to be an honest and kind person who wouldn’t harm you at all.

The man now known as Kurapika apologizes up and down and you eventually accept it as the truth. The funny part is, he’s still propped on his arms hovering over you and you are below him. The reality truly sinks in when you feel an innocuous hardness pressing at your leg. You two stare at each other with wide eyes as realization sets in for him; he’s suddenly sputtering out apologies left and right and attempts to shift off of you completely. You quickly cut him off with a very impromptu kiss to his lips.

You two separate after several minutes of sporadic, clumsy kissing and stare at each other while catching your breaths. You are also about to apologize for kissing him so suddenly before he smiles softly at you and gives you one more kiss.

“Thank you. I have harbored feelings for you for months since you took me in. I’m glad that my first kiss was with you. With this situation, I’m certain we have a lot to talk about. However, that can wait. Since I’m technically still affected with cat-hybrid genes from that nen user’s ability, perhaps we could — take care of some more… basic instincts that I have?”

With a smirk, you wrap your arms around his neck and slowly lead him back down to another round of kisses. “I’d be more than happy to help.”

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AHHH ALMOST THERE!! I should do something special for 4k followers, but idk what 😭💗

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Is anyone else not having notifications for messages show up on tumblr? It’s getting really annoying, I have to manually check if I have any messages when before, it would show I had messages :(

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chubby darling sitting and rambling abt anatomy and how insane the human body is, literally talking so animatedly while her obsessor is just sitting there like ‘oh i’m gonna fuck her so hard once she shuts the fuck up’

my picks; EREN, jean, erwin, ymir, PORCO (aot), aizawa, DABI, mature tomura, momo, katsuki(?), izuku, mr compress, spinner, HAWKS, miruko (mha), ushijima, IWAZUMI, KUROO, kageyama, tsukkishima, aone (haikyuu), GOJO FUCKING SATORU, toji, nanami(?), miguel, i rly wanna say megumi, maki, heian sukuna, TODO AOI, and fuck it inumaki too (jjk), ROANOA ZORO, robin, sanji, sir croc, FUCKING LAW HED GEEK W YOU, uhhh luffy, kidd, penguin, coby (op) WHITNEY, c.sydney, alex, avery(?? iffy), rrrrobin?? (dol), plus all ur favorites <3

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Pika

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Attention, if you write y/n smut, you have both my respect and fear. Cause that’s insane. Like how the- you can’t just get rid of the personal space like that lol.

I know all writers to a degree have their interests seep into their work, but yall are really opening up the garage door of your brain and showing people in. I don’t think I want the tour. 😂

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I was on a Discord call with my buddy, and I said “BRB” and then I woke up. Words cannot describe the feeling I got when I realized what just happened.

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i want 60 thousand votes by next thursday

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What about Kurapika’s Icks?

Also I feel like his beige flag is he has to look up the IMBD page before watching a movie poor dude knows next to nothing about pop culture

-K.A.

MY MANNN omg let’s get into this

Kurapika’s Icks

-you usually come second to his mission. he does love you, so so so much, but he’s cancelled several dates and missed special events just for a crumb of information about the scarlet eyes

-gets angry, easily. he can be a bit scary when he’s staring at you with those scarlet eyes, telling you to leave the room through gritted teeth

-doesn’t listen to your criticism at ALL. He loves you, but you don’t know what he’s willing to do for his mission. he knows you just care about him and are scared he isn’t taking care of himself, but he ignores your concerns

-dismisses your feelings a lot :(

-can be super petty

-is bad with commitment. he’ll expect you to be fully committed to him, but won’t ask you to be his girlfriend. gets suuuper mad if he sees you out on a date with someone else. he sees you as HIS

-jealous jealous jealous! can’t stand when other men touch or leer at you. has and will break someone’s arms for touching you too casually

What icks him out

-he doesn’t like being around anyone that smokes cigarettes

-people that are too messy annoy him(even if his own room is an absolute mess)

-Kurapika hates people that can’t keep a secret or are too gossipy

-he will not be giving up his mission for you, and asking him to do so will both piss him off and give him the ick. he MAY give up on the phantom troupe for you, but even suggesting he gives up on his clans eyes will cause him to see red. If you can’t understand how important that is to him, then he doesn’t need you

-doesn’t like being told “I understand you pain.” Or “I’m so sorry that happened to you!” or “you clan is in a better place now”

Random HCs

-loves being held by you. he’s so so touch starved and hasn’t been properly hugged in years

-mourns his clan every year on the anniversary of their death by visiting the place they were murdered and placing flowers there

-wants to be a parent sooo bad. from the second you guys first have sex he’s trying to get you pregnant. Constantly

-loves loves loves sleeping on all of the soft parts of your body. your chest, tummy, thighs. falls asleep so fast

-when you do become pregnant, he’s very doting. won’t let you lift a finger, and honestly it drives you a little crazy, but he’s doing it out of love.

-only cums inside you. no if ands or buts. not just because he wants to get you pregnant, it’s also to claim you and your womb as HIS

-purposefully buys oversized hoodies and sweaters for himself for you to wear.

-he can be the perfect man when he finally allows himself to love you. no one is more doting and loving than Kurapika.

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Puppy!Leorio and Kitty!Kurapika being saved by (Name) when she finds an injured cat and dog in an alleyway in by her home.

She nurses them back to health, and once they recover their strength she is not met by the cat and dog she’s been taking care of for a week now, but two naked men that want all of her attention!

Turns out they’re a species of human that evolved to have animal like traits. Though they aren’t classified as pets and have human levels of intelligence, they are still treated as pets by some humans. They are mistreated by their owners usually. Leorio and Kuraoika just escaped their previous owner, who wasn’t very nice :(

So now when they meet (Name) and she gives them nothing but kindness, they get attached QUICK. She’s their new owner and they would do anything for her!! Puppy boys/girls and cat boys/girls usually need guidance to interact with regular humans as their social norms are different, so she attempts to teach them!

Puppy!Leorio and Kitty!Kurapika who are very protective of their owner. They follow her everywhere, growling or hissing at anyone that gets to close. Leorio has been known to pick her up and growl lowly at men that even look in her direction. Kurapika scratches and curses anyone that touches her.

“Why are you going out? It’s late.”

“Kurapika, it’s only 4 pm, and I’m a grown woman, I can do what I want. I’m grabbing us some dinner.”

“Dinner? We’ll come with you. You walk slow, it’ll be dark by the time you get home.”

She doesn’t like bringing them with her because they’re so protective. She appreciates that they care, but it’s annoying when she has to grab them by the collar of their shirts and drag them off of whoever got too close to her.

And they fight with each other too. Leorio has his head in her lap while she scratches between his dog ears. He’s just so happy and content!

That’s when Kurapika gets home from his job. He stares at Leorio, his sharp eyes narrowing before he walks over, pushes Leorio off, and tries to climb into (Name)’s lap. “H-hey! You’re too heavy- mmph!”

He’s holding her face to his chest, glaring at Leorio.

Poor (Name) can’t even breathe, but now Leorio’s pawing at Kurapika and trying to climb into her lap too!!

“Hey, you had her all day! It’s my turn!”

“You’re always hogging her, and I was here first! Scram, cat!”

They end up just cuddling her in bed, although Leorio starts grinding into her ass 30 minutes into cuddling and now they’re fighting over who gets to fuck her first sigh.

She’s creampied by both of them and now they’re so happy and content. Kurapika purring as he nuzzled into her chest, Leorio holding them both close(Kurapika puts up with this because he’s satisfied, but will scratch Leorio if he attempts to hog her).

A/N: should I do a series?? I really like this concept, it’s cute!!

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Sharing is caring (NSFW)

Kurapika x Fem!Reader x Leorio

summary: Kurapika and Leorio take you out dancing. Kurapika has been pining over you for months, and Leorio has been aching to fuck you. They’ll share you, but just for tonight. After all, even while another man is inside of you, all you can do is moan Kurapika’s name.

warnings: NOT PROOFREAD, creampie, possessive!kurapika

Kurapika already regretted agreeing to accompany you and Leorio to the club. He was awful at dancing, didn’t enjoy drinking, and hated watching you and Leorio dance.

It wouldn’t be so bad, Leorio was keeping his touches respectful, but there were other men leering at you from the dance floor.

It was crowded, Kurapika only able to spot you because of the bright pink dress you’d worn. It barely covered your ass, something he’d complained about before the three of you had left.

“Aww, Pika, you don’t gotta worry! It should stay down!”

He hadn’t been worried about that before, he just thought it was too short, but now he was.

Kurapika watched as Leorio’s hands began to slip down to your waist, pulling you in closer. You giggled, making a kissy face at the taller man.

You were drunk, and he knew when you were drunk, you got VERY flirty.

Kurapika downed his drink and walked out onto the dance floor, pushing people out of the way to get to you.

You and Leorio were inches away from each other, lips about to touch when he pulled you back.

“Dance with me, angel.”

He twirled you around, his hand automatically resting right above your ass. Leorio and Kurapika had you sandwiched between them, shielding you from the rest of the club’s eyes.

The crowd had become so dense that if you were completely naked, no one would be able to tell.

“Mmm, Pika, you get jealous?”

You cooed at him, playin with his hair as the two of you swayed. Leorio snickered behind you, sticking his tongue at the blonde.

Kurapika blushed, his hands tightening on your waist. “Jealous? I-“

You capture his lips in a kiss, the taste of fruit flavored alcohol slipping into his mouth. Kurapika groaned into his kiss, his hands slipping from your waist to your ass.

You pulled away and continued giving him little kisses, all over his face and neck. “So cute, Pika. Wanna kiss you lots…”

His breath hitched, the way you were looking at him through those eyelashes of yours making his cock twitch.

“My Pika…”

He tried to take control of the situation. “C-calm down, (Name). Can’t do this right now…”

He pointed to your dress, that was riding up in the back. “You should pull that down, angel.”

You blink at him, before nodding. “Pull it down? Oh Pika…”

You giggle as you reach down, Kurapika unable to quite see what you were doing until he sees you going lower, pulling something down and stepping over it.

You held your panties in your hand, smiling up at him. “Here, Pika!”

You place them in his hand, the blonde taking a moment to process what you’d just done.

Before you could even think, the man picked you up, quickly unbuttoning his pants and lifting up your dress just enough to slip into your cunt.

“P-Pika!”

You whine, leanings against Leorio for some support. He wasn’t listening, already beginning to pound into you.

Leorio was like a brick wall, easily keeping you steady. You looked up to see his face had turned red, and could feel him getting hard against your back.

“Jesus Kurapika, if I wasn’t here right now the whole club would see (Name)’s ass.”

The blonde wasn’t paying attention, quickly pulling down the front of her dress to get access to her tits. Leorio’s eyes widened, helping keep you balanced on Kurapika’s cock as he mercilessly slammed into your pussy.

Leorio sighed, reaching down between (Name)’s legs to rub her clit. “Can’t just thrust into her like that, gotta get her wet first.”

Kurapika considers biting Leorio’s hand, but feeling you relax slightly, getting wetter as Leorio worked on your clit made him huff.

“Go slower, move your hips up a little.”

The blonde complied, pulling you up on his cock and bouncing you slowly, almost purring when he felt your walls flutter around him.

As he went to town on your boobs, biting, licking, and sucking, you leaned back and pulled Leorio into a heated kiss.

Leorio didn’t complain when he felt your hand slide down his stomach, slipping into his pants to jerk him off.

“Lemme help you feel good, Leorio…”

“F-fuck, (Name)…”

It felt so dirty, taking Kurapika’s cock while your tongue was in Leorio’s mouth, but you didn’t care. You’d been crushing on Kurapika for months, and Leorio was your best friend! You wanted him to feel good too!

Kurapika pulled you away from Leorio’s lips and crashed his into yours, shoving his tongue down your throat. Leorio pouted above you, but was having trouble staying mad when your hand was around his cock.

“My angel… so so pretty, gonna cum inside okay?”

You nod, wrapping your arms around him. “P-please fill me up Pika! Wanna be full!”

The blonde growled into your neck, nipping and biting at your sensitive skin. “Anything for you, angel. Anything.”

He bounced her, his nails digging into the fat of her hips. Kurapika wanted nothing more than to fulfill your every wish and desire in that moment, leaving sweet kisses on your already bruising neck.

“P-Pika, gonna-!”

He silenced you with his lips, feeling your walls clench around him as you came, Leorio having to keep you both from falling.

“Hnn, me too angel!”

You felt his hot, thick cum paint your walls, panting as he rode out his orgasm, feeling something hard press against your back as he began to calm down.

You only had a second to breathe before you heard Leorio’s pants unzip, and his cock press into you.

“A-ah!”

You gasped into Kurapika’s mouth when he bottomed out inside you, the difference in length between Kurapika and Leorio almost too much to bear. Kurapika was definitely girthier, but Leorio was hitting a spot deep inside you.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so tight.”

You whimper, holding onto Kurapika for support as the tall man held onto your hips, moving in and out. The blonde could only coo, covering you in kisses as you took his friends cock.

Watching your boobs bounce as Leorio pounds into your pussy isn’t something Kurapika thought he’d like… he’s usually so possessive of you.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because it’s someone he trusts but he allowed Leorio to have his turn, now Kurapika’s rubbing at your clit and nipping your neck. “Shh, shh, angel… it’s okay, just a little longer.”

Leorio hit your sweet spot, causing you to cry out and reach for Kurapika.

“P-Pika!”

He continued to rub your clit, praising you for being such a good girl.

“You’re taking Leorio’s cock so good, angel. My sweet girl…”

The possessiveness returned for a moment when he leaned closer to whisper to Leorio. “Just don’t cum inside. Only I can.”

“Wasn’t planning on it…”

The taller man kissed your neck, not daring to leave his mark on the woman that didn’t belong to him. You whimpered, leaning back to capture his lips in a kiss.

Leorio’s hands slipped in surprise, Kurapika quickly taking hold of your hips and guiding them onto Leorio’s cock. “I’ve got you angel, just be a good girl and take it, okay?”

The blonde spared his taller friend an angry glance before going back to praising you, leaving kisses down your neck.

Leorio panted, his thrusts becoming faster until he suddenly pulled out, cumming all over the back of your brand new dress.

“F-fuck…”

Kurapika glared at him, slowly setting you down, but quickly picking you up when he saw how wobbly your legs were. “Sorry, angel. We must of fucked you silly, huh?”

He pulled off his jacket and draped it over you, kissing your forehead.

“Let’s get her home.”

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While Leorio held you, Kurapika unlocked the door to your apartment, struggling for a moment due to his own inebriation.

Too tired to do much else, Kurapika am Leorio collapsed into bed with you, both kissing one of your cheeks before cuddling up with you sandwiched between them.

When you woke up the next morning, you were greeted with both of your favorite boys, with a boob in each mouth.

You gently run your fingers through their hair, before falling back asleep.

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I feel like upon first meeting, Kurapika might not be as open, maybe even standoffish. But after reader gets through that shell, he doesn’t even realize how starved he is of affection. I feel like HE doesn’t even know he’s crushing until someone else points it out

The beginning, AKA how killua and Kurapika became frenemies in regards to YOU.

warning: none other than this isn’t proofread and Kurapika is horny for reader, but that isn’t anything new lol

You two meet during the Hunter exam. You join the group around the same time Killua does.

At first, Kurapika treats you the same as he would any of his other comrades. You’re sweet, and he likes that, but he wouldn’t consider you as anything other than an acquaintance.

Through the exam, you prove yourself to be reliable and kind, feeding the group and using your skills to help keep everyone together and on task.

His feelings change for you during the final phase of the exam. Kurapika doesn’t realize why at first, but seeing you fight against someone so much stronger than you makes him so fucking MAD. You get pretty beat up and lose your first match, but power through and win the next one!

He’s proud, but he’s also extremely upset. So much so that he avoids you. He doesn’t WANT to feel these things for anyone. He wants to remain distant from you, from Gon too, but when you follow them to the Zoldyck mansion to get Gon back, it’s a hard to ignore you.

You train with them, even though you’re exhausted and badly injured. You push through, helping them save Killua before finally going home, giving them all your number and making sure they know your home is always welcome to them.

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It isn’t until Kurapika is in town and in need of somewhere to stay that he thinks of you again. He tried so hard to push you out of his mind that he groans. If he didn’t want to sleep outside tonight, he’d have to take you up on your offer.

You answer the call with surprise and excitement. “Kurapika, is that you? I’m so happy you called!”

Something in his chest flutters at your words. “… sorry that this is the reason I’ve called you, but do you remember saying we could stay with you if we needed to?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, you want to take me up on that offer, hun?”

Oh dear, his face is turning red from the petname.

“Erm… yes. I’ll be staying in town for a week. I can get a hotel later I j-“

“Oh nonsense, I have a few free rooms. You can stay as long as you need!”

He is silent for a moment. This was his first time talking to you in nearly two years, and yet you were happily saying he could stay in your house. “… alright, thank you.”

When he shows up, you pull him into a hug. His arms shoot out around your sides, hovering. Kurapika isn’t able to do anything other than stutter out a ‘h-h-hello’.

“Are you hungry? I just made lunch, so you should probably hurry and get some before Gon and Killua eat it all.”

He blinks down at you. “Gon and Killua are here?”

You nod. “Oh yeah, they come here at least a few times a month and eat me out of house and home. But how can I say no when two hungry kids are on my doorstep covered in dirt? They say don’t feed stray dogs because they won’t leave you alone, but I never believed in that. If I have the food to feed someone hungry, then I will.”

Kurapika takes in your words, nodding.

You lead him into the kitchen where Killua and Gon were munching on fried chicken and fruit, both staring open jawed when you led Kurapika in by the hand.

He kind of just… hovers in the living room. He’s just standing still, glancing between you and the two boys as you fix him a plate of food.

He takes the plate and eats quietly before asking which room is his. After that, he walks in and gets unpacked.

“Why’s Kurapika here?” Gon asks, reaching into fridge to grab a soda. Killua is quiet, snacking on a plate of cookies you placed in front of them earlier.

“I’m not sure, he just needed a place to stay.” You answer.

Killua narrows his eyes. He hadn’t exactly LOVED the way Kurapika had pretty much ghosted you after you helped save him from the Zoldyck manor. He’d met up with them in York New, but refused to see you. It made him a bit suspicious he might just be using your kindness to have a free place to stay.

“Weird. He hasn’t talked to you in two years, right?”

Gon raises an eyebrow at his friend. “To be fair he only met up with us once in York New.”

“I just find it weird he only contacted you when he needed something.”

You huff and flick his forehead. “That’s the whole reason I gave you all my number. If Kurapika just wants somewhere to stay and then never talks to me again, that’s okay. I’m not going to force my friendship on him.”

Unbeknownst to you three, Kurapika was leaned against the door listening to your conversation. Killua’s words drove a stake through his heart. He felt like such a douchebag for ghosting you, and even worse for only contacting you when needing something. Killua was right, but…

You didn’t seem to mind. That’s what made him so hesitant to be around you, you were way too nice. If he allowed himself to be softened by your kindness, he might just get attached.

He couldn’t let that happen.

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Kurapika followed you to town as you go grocery shopping. He could at least accompany you and help carry your bags home, considering you’ve been feeding and housing him for the past three days.

You’re a woman, a relatively defenseless one at that. Although you know nen, it’s more of a support type than defense or attack. You heal people, not fight them.

As the two of you stroll through town, he can’t help but watch as your hips sway, your pretty legs bare. Before, seeing a woman with bare legs wasn’t something that would fluster him at all.

But with you… he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. And because of his eyes on your legs, when a breeze passed by and lifted up your skirt, he caught a sight of what you were wearing underneath.

White panties. That’s all he saw, a plain part of white cotton panties. When he’d passed by the women’s section in clothing departments, he’d seen the exact same pair in a pack of 5. No biggie, it’s just a pair of panties.

But the sight of it… awoke something inside him.

He paused, mouth agape and palms sweaty as his face turned red. Kurapika had never seen a LIVE women’s underwear before. Sure he’d seen the occasional porn or billboard of a woman in her underwear, but you were his friend. A person right in front of him.

“Kurapika? Is something wrong?”

You look back at him, your face innocent and sweet. You had no reason to suspect your grocery shopping companion was having his sexual awakening right then and there over your panties.

“I… it’s nothing. Let’s get the shopping done.”

Kurapika is a little bit less standoffish, seemingly observing you. It’s a little unnerving, but he’s nice enough to carry your bags and help you choose between different items, so you ignore it.

When you get home, he talks with you.

“What is your favorite color?”

“Hmm? (Color), why?”

“Curious. What music do you like to listen to?”

The questions go on for a while until you leave to shower, throwing your hoodie off to reveal a crop top underneath.

He’s staring, and it’s way too obvious. It’s just a crop top, nothing special. You even wore one the last time you saw him, so why was he only reacting like this now?

——————

Gon and Killua watch Kurapika with frowns on their faces. He’d been acting more aloof than usual, only perking up when you walked in the room. Kurapika seemed to follow you around like a lost puppy, asking you questions and watching over you.

Killua did not like it one bit.

“What’s up with you?”

Him and Kurapika were at a bakery, picking up and order for you. It was a batch of cupcakes for a small get together you were having. Killua’s sister and Leorio would be coming, so you’d be busy making dinner to work on cupcakes.

“What do you mean?”

Kurapika thanked the cash register and handed over the money you had given him.

“I mean what’s your deal with (Name)? You keep following her around like a creep.”

Kurapika bristled at the young boys words. “Creep? I’m just observing her. She’s… interesting.”

Killua raised an eyebrow. “Interesting how?”

Kurapika scoffed. “What are you, her dad? She’s just interesting. I’ve never met someone that made me… feel the way she does. She’s strange.”

Killua’s frown deepened at his words, but he didn’t say anything else.

When the two arrived home, you took the cupcakes and gave them both a quick hug. “Aww, thank you for running that little errand for me, my sweet boys!”

Killua, who was already used to your affection, just smiled and hurried to find Gon so they could go pick Alluka up.

But Kurapika was frozen to the spot. Again, his palms were sweaty and his face red.

He’d gotten a whiff of her scent, and it was enough to make him dizzy. She smelled sweet, like flowers or some kind of fruit, along with whatever she was cooking.

It made him think of what a wife would smell like when you arrived home from a long day of work. You’d greet him with a kiss and hug, telling him about your day as he joined you in the kitchen to spend some time baking with you.

Wait, why were you the wife and he the husband in that scenario? It felt as natural as breathing to imagine you in an apron, carrying a baby on your hip as you welcomed him home.

His heart thumped against his chest painfully. The sight of you working away on some potato dish was awfully domestic.

Deep in Kurapika’s heart, he wanted nothing more than a family to come home to. He wanted that domestic, normal life where he didn’t have to worry about avenging his clan and killing the Phantom Troupe.

A future where he could lay his head on your chest at night, listening to your heartbeat to confirm in his paranoid mind that you were there and alive, and you loved him.

He shook the thought from his head, taking a seat at the counter and watching you cook.

Kurapika didn’t understand you, not even a little. Something about the mystery was alluring to him. He wanted to soak up everything you had to say.

“(Name)?”

You look up from the stove. “Yes, sweetheart?”

He has to take a moment to recover from the pet name, glad your attention had returned to the pit you’d been stirring.

“Are you… have you ever thought about what you wanted… in the future?”

She blinked, glancing back at him. “What do you mean?”

He frowned in thought before replying. “Like… getting married. And having children.”

“Mmm, i want to get married one day, but I’m afraid I’ve never been exactly… sought after. And for kids…”

You glance back at Gon and Killua running out the door. “Hey, don’t forget your jackets!”

The two run back in and grab their jackets, thanking you for reminding them on the way out.

“I feel like I already have them. Gon and Killua basically live here.”

Kurapika didn’t think his strange infatuation could increase anymore. “Really? That’s… interesting.”

“What about you?”

Kurapika glanced up at you as you stood right in front of him, leaning down slightly to meet his eyes.

“I… I want a big family one day. But I fear I may not… live that long to have one.”

You tilt your head and lean back. “Why do you say that?”

“… I’ve chosen a dangerous path. One of sufferings and hardship. It may kill me one day.”

You’re silent for a moment, before you cup his cheek and look him in the eye.

“Please don’t throw your life away. I won’t tell you what to do with your life, but just know that you are important to me. If you can’t live for yourself, try and remember all the people who have loved you in the past, present, and who will love you in the future. You’re a sweet man, Kurapika. Too sweet to die so young.”

You say softly, your eyes never leaving his. When you finish, you pull him into a hug.

Even before you’d finished, Kurapika had begun crying. How could you say that you cared for him so easily? When he thought of all the people that had cared for him, it would be hard to risk his life to avenge his people.

Part of him wanted to be angry at you. How dare you remind him of the people he lost? His chest ached at the thought of his old friend seeing him now. Would he be angry that he was so careless with his life?

But the other part of him leaned into your hug, his tears soaking into your shoulder. You rubbed circles into his back as soothingly as possible, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

Kurapika needed to pull away. He shouldn’t indulge in this weakness of his, in you. But he couldn’t. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you even closer, letting himself sob like a child.

He’s never really been able to grieve his clan, constantly being on the lookout for the Spiders and unable to truly relax due to his scarlet eyes.

But now, he cried so hard that snot mixed in with his tears. You just ran your fingers through his hair, rocking him gently as he sobbed.

He was beginning to understand why his friends seemed so drawn to, although he was pulled towards you in less… platonic ways.

“Kurapika, we can move to my room, the guests will be h-“

He shook his head and looked up, his eyes red in two ways. His scarlet eyes shone up at you as he smiled.

“No, i… I think I’m okay now. Sorry for just…”

He gestured to the mess he made on your shirt. “This.”

You waved your hand dismissively. “Don’t mention it. It’s not the first time someone’s cried on me.”

You grabbed a wet paper towel and cleaned off his face, cupping his cheek when done.

“There, all better. I’m going to change, you’ll watch dinner for me, yeah?”

He nodded, watching her go with a sigh. Kurapika felt weirdly uncomfortable with the lack of your presence, awkwardly hovering around your room.

When you leave, you’re wearing a knee length long sleeve dress. It’s simple, but cute. The thing that Kurapika notices first however, is the dip that exposes some of your cleavage, his eyes going from your face, to your tits, to your face again.

He hopes you didn’t catch him checking you out, he truly didn’t mean to. Your chest was just in perfect view and he was having trouble controlling himself for some reason.

“Killua just called and say they’ll be here in five minutes. Let’s get everything ready!”

He helps you set out plates and mix up a batch of lemonade, finding little ways to brush his hand against yours. Every time it happened he’d blush and apologized, but you didn’t mind!

The group arrived just as dinner was finished. Alluka walked in the door, looked around, then gasped when she saw you.

“Momma!”

She ran forward and jumped into your arms. You twirled her around and laughed, the girl clinging to you like a koala.

“Aww, miss me?”

She nodded, Killua chuckling. Alluka had to be attached to you for at least five minutes before Killua would be able to pull her off, so you sat down and chatted with her until you were released.

Kurapika watched this with growing interest. You were great with kids, each of them holding you in high regards. “What’s for dinner? I’m starving!”

Leorio arrived 15 minutes late, panting as he walked in. “S… sorry for… being late… had to… grab these…”

He placed a bouquet of flowers into your arms, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Thanks lending me your old textbooks, the notes you took helped me ace my test.”

You look up at him in shock, holding the flowers to your chest. “You’re so sweet, Leorio. Thank you for the flowers!”

Something stirs in Kurapika’s chest, something he isn’t able to place. The way Leorio watches your ass as you go to grab a vase to put the flowers in makes him frown. He elbows the man in the stomach, grumbling something about being a pervert.

But Kurapika had been looking too.

Everyone gathered at the table, Alluka on one side of you and Killua on the other. Kurapika grumbled again as he took the chair in front of you. Why was he so upset over not getting to sit next to you?

Kurapika watched you throughout dinner. The way you ate, the way you wiped food from Allukas, your cute laugh when Killua made a joke. He absorbed everything about you, trying to understand what he felt for you.

Did he also see you as a mother figure, like the children did? Maybe a little, but that wasn’t quite it. He enjoyed your affection and sweet words, but there was something else bubbling beneath the surface.

Something… not platonic. Not friendly.

Sexual.

You were pretty, that was a known fact. He had known many pretty women, but you… you were different. You weren’t just pretty, you were… alluring. Something he wanted, desperately.

And he couldn’t understand why. Kurapika hated when he couldn’t understand things, it made him feel stupid.

“Kurapika, do you like your dinner?”

He was stirred from his thoughts by you, leaning forward a little bit and smiling at him.

“Oh, yes. It’s… delicious.”

He took another bite of his food for emphasis. It wasn’t a lie, the food was delectable, but he hadn’t been able to enjoy it due to being… distracted.

“Alright, everyone done? Time for cupcakes!!”

Killua and Gon carried the box in and set it on the table.

When they opened it, Kurapika was surprised. Instead of being cupcakes like he had been told, it was a vanilla cake with strawberry icing.

Written across the cake in white frosting were the words…

“Happy birthday Kurapika!!”

The entire group gathered around him, smiling and laughing. While he’d been reading the cake, they’d thrown on party hats.

Kurapika flinched when felt you put a hat on him, your chest squished against his back.

“This… is for me?”

KIllua watches him, his arms folded against his chest. “It was (Name)’s idea. She found out your birthday was last week and had to celebrate it.”

Kurapika couldn’t understand why. He hadn’t done anything for his birthday just a week prior. Kurapika had severe survivals guilt, and struggled to see why he should.

You leaned forward, your hair tickling his cheek as you placed some candles on his cake. You light them and pull back, putting your hands on his shoulders as you all sing happy birthday to him.

“Okay, now blow out the candles!”

He does, his eyes closing as he thought of what to wish for.

‘I want… I want to be closer to (Name).’

He was surprised by his own thought.

——————

It was later in the night, the kids asleep in their respective rooms leaving the adults to chat. (Name) was tucking Killua into bed, the two other adults sitting in an awkward silence.

“You uh… been doing alright, Kurapika?”

Kurapika glanced at Leorio from his seat on the couch and nods in response.

“You look a little… rough.”

He wasn’t exactly wrong. His eyes were still a bit puffy from crying and his hair was ruffled, with dead ends.

Kurapika struggled to take care of himself besides the bare necessities to continue living. As long as he was able to keep moving, that was enough.

But now he pulled a strand of his hair toward and stared at it. His hair had grown out to nearly touching his shoulders, able to be put up in a ponytail if he needed.

He wondered if you liked his hair longer. It may be a bit rough and tangled, but in his heart he knew you wouldn’t mind.

You stepped out of Killua’s room, closing the door behind you slowly as to not make any noise. Once far enough away, you grin at the two.

“He likes being tucked in. It’s cute really.”

You plop down on the couch next to Kurapika and pulled a pillow into your lap to hug. “So, Kurapika, are you having fun?”

It was hard to concentrate on your question whne you were so close to him, but he managed to asnwer.

“It’s the best birthday I’ve had in a while.”

You give that pretty smile and squeeze his shoulder. “If you let me, I can make sure all of your birthdays will be fun.”

He blinks, taking a moment to process her words. “Wh-what do you mean by that?”

His cheeks turn pink, getting a little excited.

“I mean I want to be your friend, Kurapika.”

He’s unable to speak. This kind girl, who is sitting next to him smelling so sweet, wants to be HIS friend.

“You can think about it if you need to. I won’t make you-“

“I…”

He was unable to look her in the eye, his hands gripping the fabric of his pants.

“I want to be your friend, too.”

You are quiet for a moment before you lean against his shoulder and laugh.

“I’m really glad. Thank you for being my friend.”

Unbeknownst to the three adults, Killua was listening from behind his door, an eyebrow raised.

‘Does he…’

——————

Although Kurapika has said he was only staying for a week, it slowly turned into two weeks, to three, and then a month.

He would leave to go on missions or find information, but would always come back, looking around for you.

“Is (Name) home?”

Kurapika set his shoes by the door as he walked in. It was just a question for appearances, he couldn’t sense her aura so he knew she wasn’t there.

“No, she’s on a job right now.” Killua replied, flipping through a comic book and sipping on a glass of orange juice.

“A job? Like as a Hunter?”

“Duh.”

Kurapika sighed as he leaned against the wall, glancing from Killua to the boxes of chocolate robots strewn across the floor.

“Did she say when she would be back?”

Killua closed his comic book and looked at him annoyed. “Why do you need to know?”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “Do I need a reason? I’m just curious.”

Killua rolled his eyes. “You mean you miss her.”

“What?!”

Kurapika’s face turned red, the white haired boy huffing. “You miss her. It’s way too obvious she’s the only reason you’ve stayed in town so long.”

Kurapika scowls and sits down, tapping his foot against the ground. “That’s not true. I stay here because it’s safe and convenient.”

“Keep telling yourself that, maybe it’ll come true.”

Killua stand up and walks to the door, opening it as you raise up your keys to unlock it.

“Oh, thank you Killua!”

You pocket your keys and pat his head before noticing Kurapika.

“Oh, you’re back!”

You rush forward and pull him into a hug, kissing the top of his head. “I missed you! How did you m-“

Kurapika stood up and promptly rushed out the front door, his face a dark shade of red.

“I-Ill be back in a minute. Forgot to- forgot something.”

As soon as he’s far enough away, Kurapika holds a hand to his head, panting. The sensation of your lips on him lingered, making his heart flutter.

Why did he feel like this?

After cooling off, he walks into a random bakery and picks up some cookies.

“Hey, I’m back. Forgot to pick these up.”

You look up from brushing out Killua’s hair and give him a smile. “Oh, cookies, how sweet of you! I’ll set these out!”

You look up and grab a platter and start to place them on it. Killua glanced back at Kurapika before standing up and pulling the man back outside.

“What do you-“

“What’s your issue with (Name)?”

Kurapika blinks down at the boy. “I don’t understand-“

“Don’t play dumb, yes you do. (Name) isn’t stupid, she’s noticed your strange behavior. Are you trying to worry her or what?”

“Why would I worry her? She’s… dear to me. A good friend.”

Killua groans and slaps a hand over his face. “Oh right, I forgot you’re dense. You mean you like her. It’s so obvious that even Gon has noticed.”

Kurapika splutters out a “w-what?!” before Killua continues.

“Let me clue you in. Every time you pass her by, you smile. You blush like a girl with a crush every time she hugs or touches you. Honestly you’re worse than Leorio..”

Kurapika wasn’t listening. Was that what he was feeling? He… he liked you?

It was starting to make sense.

“I…” he looked away, quiet, but didn’t deny Killua’s accusation.

“Listen, I don’t care if you like her or not. Just know that she is important to a lot of people, me and Gon included. You hurt her, you’re dead.”

With that, Killua walked back inside and joined you in the kitchen.

Kurapika held a hand over his chest. He knew he should push these butterflies away and distance himself from you, but before he could, something draws him back to your side.

Maybe he can indulge himself in these fuzzy feelings, just for a little while.

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I have an awfully low social battery rn 😭 sorry if I don’t message back for a while I’m just feeling tired ☹️🙏

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Completely forgot that I wrote this lol

“The Monster Next Door”

Eyeless Jack x Reader

Chapter 1

(Name) opened the door to her home, kicking off her sticky shoes and throwing her dirty apron onto the floor.

"God... mom and dad are going to be so disappointed in me. How did I get fired from the last place in town that would hire me?" She asked herself.

An Hour Earlier

(Name) sighed as she put her uniform on. She worriedly looked out the window into the diner, giving one last look at the empty pill bottle before placing it back into her purse.

"I can do this... it's not real. None of it is real. I just need to get through today."

Ever since she was a child, (Name) had been different. Every child claimed to see ghosts and ghouls at night, but she saw them in the day as well.

(Name) had the ability to see otherworldly creatures, but she did not appreciate this gift one bit. It was terrifying seeing horrifying monsters crawling around your room at night, especially when your parents insisted nothing was there.

Usually after a while, a child would grow out of theses fears, but (Name) didn't run out. When she still insisted that she saw monsters at 12 years old, her parents began to worry.

Many therapists diagnosed her with differing disorders and mental illnesses and prescribed medicine after medicine, but nothing seemed to work.

That was until late at night, a doctor visited their home. He was strange, but he was their last hope. The therapist her parents had been taking her to said her case was a "special circumstance" and that the doctor may be able to help.

The doctor was a serious looking man. He was tall, thin, and wore a gruff looking brown coat. His fingers constantly pushed his slouching circular glasses up the bridge of his nose.

The man had long black and grey hair, and his eyes were white. Doctor gave them no name, insisting it wasn't important.

He looked down at (Name). Her eyes had dark bags from so many sleepless nights. He placed his gloved hand on her head and gently patted her.

(Name) seemed calmed by his presence. She sat on the couch next to her parents and watched as he opened his black briefcase.

"And you say she hasn't slept in days because of her visions?" The doctor asked. Her mother nodded, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

"Yes doctor. She cries and screams, saying that there's a spider like creature watching her throughout the night. She can't be reasoned with."

He nodded. The old man knelt down. "Is it in here now?"

(Name) nodded. Before she could point to where the creature was watching them, the old man turned to look exactly where it was. (Name)'s eyes widened.

"I see. Tonight, I will give your daughter medicine to... make the visions go away. But it won't last forever. When she turns 18, the pills will run out. You'll need to contact me again."

He placed a pill in (Name)'s hand. It was blue, and rather small. "Take one on the first Monday of the month. Do this, and your visions will cease."

He left soon after, the only thing reminding (Name) he was real was the pill bottle he'd left behind.

Since that night, (Name) hadn't seen a single otherworldly creature. She could sleep without fear again, and finally had the childhood she'd always wanted. Well, kind of.

In her small town, there was not much to do besides gossip. Everyone had heard about her freak outs at school, and knew she claimed to see ghosts and ghouls. She was labeled the town crazy and it made her life a living hell.

Even after she no longer saw the monsters, she was still bullied in school to the point she had to drop out.

Getting a job with her reputation was hard enough, but because she never made any friends or interacted with anyone, she sucked at socializing. So when she did get a job, it was next to impossible to keep it.

For around two years (Name) was jobless. That was, until she finally was interviewed for a job as a waitress at their local diner. The place was new, and the owner was from out of town, which meant he didn't know about her past.

She was hired on the spot! (Name) nearly cried from joy, and had been working their ever since. It had been around a year after she'd been hired, a few weeks past her 18th birthday when she realized something.

The pills she'd been taking since she was 12 years old were nearly out. There were only a few left. She tried her best not to worry, and tried to get in contact with the doctor before she ran out.

No one seemed to know who she was talking about. Even her own parents looked at her as if she was crazy when she mentioned the Doctor. They insisted that her therapist had given her those pills, but her therapist denied ever prescribing them to her.

As the months went by, (Name) took her last pill. The first Monday came, and as she went into work, she could feel the effects of the medicine wearing off.

Shadow figures danced in the corners of her vision, and people waking down the street started to shift into terrifying beasts.

As these events recounted in her head, (Name) paced around. The clock above her rang, signaling to her that her shift had begun.

"Well. Now or never. How bad can it be?"

(Name) began her shift as she always had, cleaning off tables. Her coworker, a kind older lady named Mary-Anne served a man next to her.

"Hey (Name)!"

(Name) yelped, dropping her rag and turning to see Mary-Anne staring at her with her eyebrow perched in a questioning manner.

"Jumpy today, huh? Well dumplin', you know today is when the business men from out of town come in and spend big money, so make sure to be extra sweet on them and get yourself a nice tip." Mary-Anne winked before sauntering off into the kitchen.

Every month on the first Monday, business men from out of town would come to have conference meetings. The diner made the best food for miles, so they all came to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The diner made almost half of its income on Monday alone, so it was an important day.

(Name) cursed whatever deity was watching over her for making her run out of pills on such an important day. Almost right on cue, the bell rang and a hoard of men in suits came rushing in.

Mary-Anne dropped what she was doing and immediately began taking orders from a man in his thirties. He didn't even glance up from his work computer as he spouted off an order.

(Name) tried to calm herself down as she approached one of the tables. Not a single person have her a greeting, but she didn't mind. She hated small talk, and loved the business men. They were always straight to the point.

"What will you be having?"

"Eggs, scrambled, fried toast, and sausage. Black coffee to drink." One man ordered. Everyone else nodded, showing they wanted the same thing.

That's how they did it. Each table would have a different order, each person at the table ordering the same exact thing. (Name) nodded.

"Alright. Will that be..."

The table was eerily silent. Usually the sound of keyboards clicking away could be heard throughout the diner, but this table had stopped doing everything.

The man ordering for them looked up at (Name). He was white as a sheet, his eyes hidden behind a pair of circular shades.

"You see things, don't you?"

Those words made (Name)'s blood run cold. She was frozen to her spot. It's like the world around her slowed down, besides the table she was serving.

"Not good... I was told there were no... gifted people in this town. Not only is there one, but she works at our diner."

The man sighed. He lifted his shades, revealing completely black eyes. "Sorry, dear, you've always been my favorite waitress, but I can't have you ruining our plans. Not after we've come this far."

And with that, time began moving again as usual. The man was busy typing away on his computer. (Name) blinked, looking around to see everything was normal.

She slowly walked away, wondering what the hell had happened. She shakily got the orders for the table ready and walked out.

As she was about to get ready to serve her table, time froze again, and before she new it she was on the floor and someone was screaming.

She looked up to see that all of the coffee she had been carrying had spilt onto the business men. They screamed in agony, causing her boss to run out and see what had happened.

"What's going on!?"

Her boss was a man that was easily angered. He was 5'10, buff, and balding. The vein on his neck began to pulse as he saw the scene before him.

"This... this clumsy waitress just spilled scalding hot coffee onto my employees and I! I ought to sue!" The man who had ordered yelled out in rage.

(Name) began profusely apologizing and moved to help, but was stopped by her boss.

"You. My office. Now."

10 minutes had passed. (Name) sat in a dusty old chair, trying her best to get the scrambled eggs out of her hair.

"God you're such a screw up!"

(Name) nearly jumped out of her skin as her boss slammed the door open and began yelling at her.

"I had to promise a refund for nearly every member of his business. That's 15 people (Name)! You just HAD to spill coffee on the CEO didn't you?"

(Name) shrunk into herself. She had learned long ago that arguing back with her boss would just mean more yelling.

"You nearly cost me to lose half of my earnings. Because of you, they refuse to come back until you're gone."

(Name) looked up at this, and a paper was shoved into her face.

"So, YOU'RE FIRED!"

(Name) was then thrown out the back door, into the alley. She landed in a puddle of unknown liquid, barely keeping her head out of it.

"Asshole!" (Name) yelled as he slammed the door in her face. She stood up and began to bang on the door.

"It was a set up! The man is a monster! He got me fired on purpose!" She yelled.

"Get out of here before I call the cops!" Her (former) boss yelled from inside.

(Name) stopped banging and clenched her fists. She kicked the door, leaving a dent, and ran away.

Present

"What am I gonna tell mom and dad? They were so happy I got a job after I dropped out... there's no where else in town to work."

(Name) slowly undressed, throwing her dirty uniform into her laundry basket. She turned the faucet in the bathtub on as she got lost in her thoughts.

Before she could be taken away by her mind completely, she heard a knock on her door. She quickly threw on her bathrobe. "Come in!"

In walked (Name)'s mom. "Hi dear, sorry to interrupt your relaxation time, but I just wanted to ask if you wanted Chinese food or fried chicken for dinner? We're celebrating your 1st year working!"

(Name) looked down. "Actually, about that..." (Name) began.

"Yes?" Her mother looked at her with those kind eyes, and (Name) couldn't bring herself to finish.

"I'd like Chinese food, thanks..."

"I thought you would! It'll be here in around 30 minutes sweet pea." Her mother kissed her cheek before leaving her room and closing the door behind her.

(Name) sat on her bed and looked at her cat sleeping peacefully on the bed. "Mr. Mistopholes, what should I do? I have to help with the bills, but there's no where else to work..."

The cat looked up at her sleepily, and beginning to purr when (Name) gently scratched under his chin.

"I'll figure out something."

30 minutes later, (Name) sat at the dining room table, slurping up some chow mein. Her father set down his chopsticks and gave her a smile.

"Thank you for being such a big help to us, kiddo. I've been able to take only 7 hours instead of nine at work and it's been the best time of my life. I wanted to treat you tonight for it."

Her father scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. He had always hated asking for help, but he was getting older and working late hours everyday was really wearing him out.

"I promise it's no trouble dad. I'm an adult now, working and providing for my family is the least I can do." (Name) replied. She finished her food and squeezed her dad's hand. He squeezed back.

"I raised an amazing kid. Thank you, sweetheart."

When the family of three had finished their meal, they all sat around the TV. The news was on, the weatherman reporting from the city hall.

"There will be major th- excuse me, I'm getting breaking news."

A mans face appeared on the TV. He had shaggy brown hair, crazed blue eyes,

"Serial Rapist Matt Fort has been reported missing from the local prison. It is advised to stay inside and barricade your doors. This man is known to enter homes and assault sleeping women. In other news, local criminals are going missing and turning up dead, having been disemb-"

(Name)'s father changed the channel. "Enough of that, we get the gist. You two go ahead and find a movie to watch, I'm gonna go and make sure all the doors are locked and secure."

The rest of the night was spent watching the newest Disney movie. Before (Name) went to bed, her mother offered to set up an inflatable mattress in her room so they could all be safe in the same room.

"No thanks, mom. I'll be fine! There's no way he'll reach me on the second floor."

And with that, they slept.

The next morning (Name) woke up and began getting ready for work, then realized she didn't have a job anymore.

"Oh... how am I going to explain to my parents that I'm home on a Wednesday?"

(Name) walked downstairs. The smell of eggs, oatmeal, and toast being made made her stomach rumble. She walked into the kitchen and sat at the table.

Her fingers tapped away at the table, her heart thumping in her chest. She neatly fainted when her mom turned to look at her.

"Oh, (Name)! Usually you're gone to work by now. Why're you still here?" She asked with a tilt of her head.

"I'm..."

(Name)'s mind went blank. Her boss was a total douchebag, he would never give her the day off. The scumbag even made her work on Christmas. What could she possibly tell her mom that would sound reasonable?

"I got a new job!"

The words just kind of fell out of her mouth. Now that she'd said that, there was no way to take it back.

Her mom gasped. "Really!? I thought there was no one else around hiring! What kind of job is it?"

Now this complicated things. Her mom knew this town and it's people like the back of her hand. If (Name) told a stupid lie her mom would immediately know.

"Well, it's a surprise. I can't tell you yet."

'(Name), you idiot! She's not going to but that!' (Name) though to herself. 'There's no way this is going to w-'

(Name) was pulled into a crushing hug by her mom. "How exciting! I'm so happy you found another job! That boss of yours was a real, pardon my French love, piece of shit."

"You can say that again." (Name muttered to herself. She squeezed out of her mother's embrace, and began making herself a plate of food.

"When do you begin work?"

(Name) paused. "Tomorrow." She answered slowly.

"Good! Well, since you're free, I need a favor."

(Name) raised an eyebrow. "You never ask for favors, but I'll do whatever you need mom."

"Oh thank you. You know that old house next door? Someone finally bought it!"

(Name)'s mouth dropped open. "You're kidding! No ones lived there since old Mrs. Smith dropped dead 3 years ago. People say it's haunted."

"That poor woman. She'd rotted away for so long in that house that the coroner couldn't even find a cause of death. And dear lord did she stink the place up. Anyways!"

Her mother opened up the fridge and took out a dish. "I made this pie as a welcoming gift for our new neighbor! It's not often people move into our old town, so I want to give a good first impression."

(Name) nodded. "Alright. I'll take it over after breakfast."

"Oh. And just between you and me, I hear that our new neighbor is quite the looker." Her mom said with a sly smile. She gave a girlish giggle.

"Uh huh. So you're sending me to try and get me a date?" (Name) asked, unamused.

"If not a date, then at least make a friend! He's only a bit older than you and seems like such a nice fella. Go put something cute on once you're done eating!"

After Breakfast

(Name) threw on a pink cardigan sweater and white, pleated skirt. She pulled up some cute, white ruffled socks and stepped into her black Mary Janes.

If there was one good thing (Name) was known for, it was dressing cute. Any extra money she had was spent on clothes.

(Name) opened the door and walked down the sidewalk. Her neighbor was about 20 feet away from her house, so she was at his front door in no time.

The house was more like a mansion the a house. It was two stories high, and was said to have more than 5 rooms and 4 baths. Her house was also two stories, but had only 3 rooms and 2 bathrooms.

Though it was big and grand, no one would dare to buy the house on account of it being "haunted".

(Name) thought it was a bit unfair that no one made fun of the elders for saying this house was haunted yet relentlessly teased her as a child for seeing things others couldn't.

"What hypocrites." She mumbled to herself as she knocked on the door. As her fist made contact, the door slowly began to swing open by itself. It seemed that the door knob was broken, meaning the door didn't close securely.

"Should probably say something about that... hello?" (Name) hesitantly called out into the dark house. No response.

"Hey um... it's your new neighbor, (Name)? I came by to bring you a pie my mom made." Nothing. "Okay... well I'll just leave this right-"

Before she could finish, she heard a scream. It was muffled, and was coming from the back of the house. A chill danced up her spine, and the hair stood up on the back of her neck.

"What the... hello? Are you okay?" (Name) but her lip as she considered her options.

Number one, leave and pretend nothing happened. This option was immediately scratched off her "list". She couldn't just leave when someone was obviously in need of help.

Number two, call the police. (Name) pulled out her phone and began to dial 911, but stopped when she saw she had no signal. Weird, she'd had signal just a moment ago.

Number three, go in and see what the hell was going on. For all she knew, her neighbor was injured or needed help. She couldn't just leave him, what if the situation was time sensitive?

Having made up her mind, (Name) stepped into the threshold of her neighbor's home.

(Name) had some experience being in the house. When she was a kid, she would pet sit for Mrs. Smith when she went out for the night. She wouldn't stay in the house long, just long enough to grab the dog and go, but she'd been shown the entire house.

The sound of groaning echoed through the halls. Along the walls were paintings of fruit, dogs, and strange figures. (Name) knew the old woman was strange, but these paintings proved she may have been senile as well.

Suddenly, the entire house went quiet. Instead of relieving (Name), this just set her on edge. Why had that groaning ceased so suddenly? Had something happened.

No sooner had these thoughts crossed her mind, (Name) heard a deep, almost demonic sounding voice call from the kitchen.

"Who's there?"

(Name) stopped in her tracks, the board she had stepped on emitting a loud 'creeeaaakk' as she did. Everything was quiet again for a moment, until the voice spoke up again.

"I know you're there. Come in before I come and get you myself."

(Name) gulped. She didn't really have many options. Either way, she'd be meeting the man behind that strange voice soon enough. With a shaky breath, (Name) stepped into the kitchen and immediately regretted it.

Sitting at an old wooden table, was a man. Well, calling what sat there a man wouldn't necessarily be correct.

The creature was large, possibly 7 feet tall. His skin was a sickly dark gray, and his hair was ash brown. In his clawed hands was a scalpel, of which he was polishing.

His eyes, or well lack eye sockets, glanced up from his work and stared at the girl. She stared back in horror, frozen in place yet again.

The "man" set his blade down and gestured to a chair across from him.

"Sit.” The man demanded. (Name) didn't move an inch, instead she stared at the man's mouth which contained shark like teeth. The man seemed to grow impatient with the girl.

"I said SIT."

This shook (Name) out of her trance, and she obeyed him immediately. As she sat, the man nodded in approval.

"Good. Now, what brings you here, little one? I usually don't get guests. At least, not during the day." He muttered the last part under his breath, scratching the back of his head.

"I-I... my mom wanted me to bring you this." (Name) spoke after a moment of silence. She placed the pie on the table, pushing it towards the man gingerly.

The man raised an eyebrow at this and slowly lifted the top of the container. "Ah. A gift. I'll make sure to return the favor."

(Name) nodded, and quickly stood. "W-well! I should get home. Need to start getting r-"

She was shoved against the wall quickly, barely avoiding bashing her head against it. It still knocked the wind out of her.

The man loomed over her, his emotions unreadable due to his lack of eyes.

"Leaving so soon? I have yet to ask why you're acting so... frightened."

(Name) blinked in surprise. What did he mean? Of course she was frightened! He was a 7 foot tall monster and was sharpening a sharp object, of course she was scared!

"You... you aren't human."

Really (Name)? Is that all you could say? She would of face palmed if her wrists weren't being pinned above her head.

He was silent for a moment. God, how many times would she be put into anxious silence?

"I've never met a human that could... see my true form."

"True form? What do you mean?"

He stared down at her with those eyeless sockets, a strange black ooze dripping from them. He seemed to question whether he should tell her anything, before caving and releasing some of the pressure from her wrists.

"Creatures, or non humans that have a decent amount of power are able to disguise themself as human. You may have noticed some of them walking around town acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary."

(Name)'s mind flashed back to her childhood. The things she had seen HAD been real. She wasn't crazy!

"Why are you telling me this? Doesn't that blow your cover?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

"It would if you lived. Sadly, I'll have to kill you. People with... your gift are a real pain to us. Having you around would cause me unnecessary trouble..."

The man lifted his hand, the scalpel ready to slice her throat. (Name) gasped and held up her hands.

"WAIT WAIT WAIT! Please, don't kill me! I promise I won't cause you trouble! I-I'll do anything, please!"

She continued to blabber on, tears distorting her vision.

"Anything?"

(Name) opened her eyes to see that the man had lowered his scalpel and was now staring at her, intrigued.

"Y-yes! Anything! I promise!"

He seemed to consider her pleads. Slowly he released her wrists and put away his scalpel.

"Alright." The mans voice changed suddenly, still being incredibly deep, but losing a bit of the demonic quality. "Meet me here same time tomorrow. We'll discuss the terms of our... arrangement tomorrow."

The word "arrangement" made (Name) pause. What was he going to make her do? She had no idea what this being was capable of or what he wanted from her, but whatever it was, she'd take it over death any day.

(Name) turned to leave, but was stopped when a cold, large hand grabbed her wrist in an iron grip.

"Oh, and know that running away is futile. I can track you down just by scent from 10 miles away, but I have other methods of finding you. And once I do..."

He chuckled, and it sent a shiver up her spine. He left the rest to her imagination, and god did that make it worse.

(Name) exited the house and collapsed on the porch. Her legs felt like jelly. Just what the hell had she gotten herself into?

A/N: this is a super self indulgent fix. I looove eyeless Jack <3

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