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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: in which you really don’t want to get upset at jungkook, but you are.

> fluff, angst / wc: 3.2k

> warnings: uh lots of crying? T_T

note: my brain isn’t working very well right now but i was hoping writing could help me get back on track </3

+ forgot to say there’s a quick reference from this drabble ^^

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“baby, are you crying?”

“i’m just-” you pause. your tears leak freely from your eyes, and you sniffle loudly against your will. “annoyed. i’m really so fucking annoyed at you right now, so please go away.”

jungkook leans his forehead against the door, fighting the urge to give his head a good smack for being so stupid. but he can’t do that when you’re sitting on the other side as well. you’d probably think that he’s throwing a tantrum, and . . . he doesn’t even want to imagine what would happen after that.

“but you’re crying.” he protests weakly, sounding rather pained. and he is, but he did this to myself.

“just leave me alone before i get mad.”

you don’t sound threatening. and that makes it scarier to jungkook, how you still have some patience left in you after what he did. no, after what he did not do. so as much as it pains him to leave you to your own devices in such emotional state, he thinks it’s best not to test your patience any further than he has done today.

“okay.” he responds softly, swallowing down the stubborn lump growing in his throat. “just, you- you know i really am sorry, right? i was the worst boyfriend today. i’m so, so, so sorry . . . i’m sorry. i’ll make it up to you. i promise . . . i’ll be in the living room if you need me or- um, when you decide to come out. you don’t have to forgive me, just eat dinner. please.”

“i’m not hungry. only cook for yourself.” your voice quivers and cracks. and as odd as it sounds, the padding of your hands and knees across the wooden floor of your bedroom is a sound he can recognize within a heartbeat.

he nods reluctantly, not realizing at all that you can’t see him. with a heavy heart, he forces himself to get up from the floor. and he just stands there for a minute or two or three, looking at the doorknob. he’s not even sure if you locked it or not. you went straight to the bedroom and slammed the door on his face and he just assumed. either the click of the doorknob never came or he spaced out in shock and guilt when it did.

when you texted jungkook in the morning saying that you were excited to see him tonight, with that smiling emoji decorated with hearts you adore so much, he assumed you were referring to him coming home from work. you do that often— sweetly declaring that you already miss him after being apart for only a few hours. and so, he replied saying he feels the same, but it was wrong. it was wrong of him to assume. he took a shower after dance practice, went for a nap on the soft couch in his studio, told his namjoon-hyung he was definitely free to record demos when he woke up to him knocking on the door. you patiently waited at the movie theater for three hours, for a person who never even once thought of coming.

you knew what you signed up for when you decided that you want a relationship with jungkook. he does everything in his power to spend as much time with you as possible, and in turn, you do the waiting while still doing your own thing. there’s always been that strong assurance holding you together, that’s why despite feeling disappointed, you knew he had a reasonable explanation as to why he wasn’t able to show up for your movie theater date.

you were getting ready to leave the mall when the final screening was already halfway finished, as well as the snacks you bought for two. until you caught sight of your boyfriend in all black jogging to you. you greeted his frantic face with a sad, yet playful, look on your face, jutting out your lower lip. you told him that it’s okay, atleast you came to pick me up and cuddled up to his side all the way to the parking lot.

but then he started explaining himself in the car— about how he totally forgot that your date was today; and of course, of course, he left his phone on the couch so he didn’t see your calls and texts until he came back in his studio after the recording. that was when he realized that he messed up, and he sprinted to his car immediately before he could miss you leaving.

jungkook, for the life of him, is not capable of lying to you. so you feel silly, soaking your pillow with tears and screaming at him in your head you should’ve lied to me and said something important came up because it’s better to feel less important than forgotten. it’s been two months since you had a date outside the house because of your busy schedules. unfortunately, it just happened to slip away from your routine at some point. maybe that’s why he forgot. you can understand that. you can see yourself making the same mistake, especially when there’s too many things in your brain to list and to organize. but the thing is . . . you miss going to the movie theater so much, and no explanation will relieve the fact that you just feel so upset.

on the other hand, jungkook only cries a little in the shower of the guest bedroom. he feels so shitty for being an irresponsible boyfriend and leaving you there all alone for hours without even realizing. but wallowing in self-deprication won’t make anyone feel better, so he heads straight to the kitchen to cook galbitang. the way to a person’s heart is through their stomach, they say. besides, the weather is starting to get cold. he wants something warm to fill your stomach.

yes, he clearly remembers you telling him that you’re not hungry, but he’s sure you will be in about two hours. the food should be ready by then. you only had popcorn and slushie at the mall, and he knows you well enough to accurately predict when you’re going to look for real food later on. courtesy of the countless late nights you told him you were too full for dinner then woke him up two to three hours later to say i want food now. with those innocent fluttering of your eyelashes and nonchalant expression painting your face. how could he ever dare to deny you?

he is already in the middle of waiting another hour of boiling the meat under reduced heat when he hears your familiar wailing from the bedroom. the sound activates the red giant alarms in his head. he drops his phone on the dining table, and his agile feet takes him to you in record time.

“what’s wrong? are you hurt?!” it takes a few seconds for his big eyes to focus on your figure sitting on the middle of the bed, clutching the bunched up comforter to your chest as tears drip down your chin and jawline. there is a nearly empty box of tissues on your side of the bed, surrounded by a bunch of crumpled tissues from the past hour or so.

you’re no longer wearing the outfit you spent thirty minutes of your afternoon deciding on. instead, you are enveloped by your blue fluffy matching pajamas designed with pink swirly clouds. he vividly remembers folding up this pair neatly the night before, along with the other clothes you wore for the past week. over the years, it has become one of the many indications that the year is closing in on an end. as he mentioned, it’s beginning to get colder these days. however, you don’t feel like cranking up the temperature in the house just yet, so instead, it starts appearing in the hamper weekly because it’s the warmest and comfiest pair of pajamas that you own.

impulsive buys are always a hit or miss. this one- it’s definitely a hit. the friendly ghost of your past self’s voice echoes in his head.

you shake your head furiously. quick pause to make room for an epiphany. then you change your mind and begin nodding with your face buried in your hands, tense shoulders shaking under his gaze.

“by me?” his knees give away, and he ends up sitting on the foot of the bed. he feels like his entire body is on fire and yours is the cure, but you are distant and unreachable.

he takes the blame for both his problems, so he sits tight on his spot and endures the consequences.

you whimper, roughly blowing your nose into fresh tissues. you explode into an incoherent sobbing fit. “no. yes. no. i-i don’t know. but i’m soooo annoyed right now, and i can’t stop crying because of it. so now i’m even more annoyed!”

you swallow thickly, scrunching your nose after. “and my nose hurts.” stings almost. stupid snot. stupid nose. stupid, stupid tears.

a fresh batch of tears flood your eyes, and it’s beyond unbearable for jungkook to just watch and be useless. “will you get more annoyed if i stay?”

you merely give him a lazy shrug.

his frown deepens, almost resembling a sad face emoticon. “and if i hug you?”

another shrug, accompanied by the slurred words- “you can try. once.”

he drags himself across the covers to reach you. he encloses you between his thighs, gently pulling you in for an embrace. the fire color changes from blue to orange, and he hopes to put it out once and for all.

“i’m annoyed.”

his heart drops to his stomach. oh, it stings.

he squeaks sadly. “why?”

“you smell like the kitchen. it’s making me feel better.” you sniffle as your tears pour like rain, and he feels them soak through his shirt until it sticks uncomfortably on his skin. “but i should be annoyed. how could you forget me?”

it adds fuel to the fire, and it’s excruciating, but he hugs you tighter and buries his face in your hair.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” he apologizes for the umpteenth time. “i won’t make any more excuses. i was an idiot.”

“but i want you to!” you whine, struggling free from his hold out of frustration. “how could you remember our i-love-you-sary but not the date we planned three days ago?!”

“it just . . . happened.” he scratches his head in shame, not knowing what to say. those two occasions are in no way comparable. “i guess i’ve just been tired lately? i fell asleep right after practice. then rapmon-hyung kept knocking on the studio and i agreed to record still half-asleep.”

that doesn’t really . . . okay, atleast he tried.

you grimace as you harshly wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, trying to release all the built up frustration in your body using your smallest body movements. “but you already forgot even before practice? when you texted me back?”

he moves your hand away from your eyes, holding down your wrist so you don’t make them redder than they already are. he looks deep into your eyes this time, to show you how sincerely apologetic and disappointed he is as well. it hurts him to see you this upset. he knows that you trust him to witness you feel the ugliest o emotions, but he wonders if this outburst came about because you hit your limit. was him forgetting your date the last straw? is there something else going on in your mind you’re not telling him?

“that’s why i said i wouldn’t make excuses, baby. i’m sorry. all i can do now is make it up to you, so i hope you let me.”

you stay silent as you reassess the situation. it was an honest mistake, and there is nothing he can do to reverse it. the embarrassment settles in, for crying like a child infront of your boyfriend. you tried to be calm and collected, you really did. but emotions can be triggered so unexpectedly, like poking an approachable-looking bear can get you mauled. except you don’t bare your teeth, you cry and send a flood.

you tug at your bottom lip with your teeth, inching closer to jungkook because you miss his skin against yours.

“i’ll forgive you in one condition.”

and you watch his face light up like he just discovered a new planet, his slumped shoulders back to his proper posture. he holds your hands in his excitedly, squeezing them. “anything. anything that you want, i’ll make it happen.”

however, you’re not really one to ask for much.

“add our dates to your calendar from now on. or set alarms. whatever works.”

“i’ll do both.” he nods eagerly. he should’ve been doing that from the start, anyway. he wants to beat himself up for being too lazy to organize his time. “i promise this won’t happen again. ever. i’ll make my friday night free. we can even watch two movies to make up for it. or watch the same movie all over again.”

“if it does, you’re sleeping on the doorstep.” you sniffle with a frown, hitting his arm after.

he offers you a cheeky smile, testing the waters. “on the street, even.”

you roll your eyes, letting the faintest of smiles grace your lips the same. “mkay. you just dug your own grave.”

“i’ll lie down in it willingly.”

“for your pride?”

he squints his eyes and shakes his head in disagreement. “for you.”

and then he hugs you once more, leaning his weight on you until you collapse backwards on the bed. his knees sink in the mattress to hold himself up, and your legs wrap around his waist, your thighs fitting his curves like puzzle pieces.

you feel his heart beating hard inside his ribcage, until he inches away to hover over you.

two pairs of glossy eyes meet.

jungkook repents in the softest form of intimate affection. he presses his lips on your forehead, scatters tender kisses all over your face, wet kisses down to your jaw (your tears or his saliva, you’re not quite sure), all the way to the expanse of your neck. you cup the back of his head, gripping his fluffy hair but never pulling.

“i’m sorry again, baby. i still feel like shit.” he confesses quietly, nuzzling his face on your neck. “still annoyed at me?”

“mhmm, not as bad. you’re lucky i love you.”

he cranes his head to the side to look up at you, corners of his eyes wrinkling as he flashes your favorite bunny smile. “i am. the luckiest.”

you and jungkook remain unmoving from that position until he gradually slips under the spell of drowsiness and most of all, your scent. the fabric softener he uses, the green tea perfume you rub on your neck using your wrist (it seems that it has applied for permanent residence on your skin), and you. just you. soothing, soul-cleansing. almost paradise. he feels like he’s floating on a cloud— he imagines it as the pink swirly one from your pajamas.

he doesn’t even realize that he has surrendered his whole weight on top of you, and you don’t have the heart to wake him up just because . . . your bones are getting crushed. and your legs are getting numb. nope. not as important as his rest.

that is before you squeeze him closer and give his temple a kiss, and you get a whiff of the kitchen from him again. uh-oh. please, no. you really hate the sound of the smoke alarm.

“baby boy?”

“hmm?”

“did you finish cooking before you came?”

a moment of silence.

a choke on a gasp.

you, almost getting smacked by his head.

“oh shit!”

he rolls off the bed in the blink of an eye, almost like a trained ninja. which you don’t dare to say out loud because you know he’s going to fucking naruto run his way to the kitchen.

you see him infront of the stove when you arrive after painfully waking up your legs. he greets you with a thumbs-up and a smile so big his facial muscles are shaking. “we’re safe. right on time! it’s perfectly boiled!”

you giggle at his theatrics, pulling out a chair from the dining table. you hug your legs close to your chest so you can rest your chin over your knees as you watch your boyfriend work hard in the kitchen. for his precious, precious galbitang to be served for his lover.

straining. chopping. seasoning. chopping. boiling. more boiling.

“you still cooked for me, right?” you question with a pout, the grumbling of your stomach becoming too painful to prioritize your ego above all.

“come on. of course i did, baby.” he places the bowl of rice infront of your chair, which you originally assumed to be his. he gives the top of your head a quick kiss, finding you so endearing when you get all pouty. “you’re so cute.”

the side dishes continue to take up the space of the table, and the main dish follows suit. once jungkook is settled infront of you, you both start filling your tummies.

“why are you only drinking the soup?” he asks a few minutes later, watching you carefully scoop up another spoonful of the tasty liquid.

“i’m cold.” you respond before putting the spoon in your mouth again. addicting, because the soup warms your stomach and eases the pain of your throat. it’s what you perfectly need.

the legs of a chair scratch against the tiled flooring. you stare at your boyfriend in confusion when he stands up holding his bowl and utensils. he journeys around the table to sit down next to you, abandoning his food on the table to provide you his natural warmth by cuddling up to your side.

“i’m keeping you warm so you can have your rice now.”

“oh my god, i love you.” you mutter with a chuckle, instantly melting in his arms because you do feel so much warmer.

oh.

hearing you say that you love him so easily and casually, this isn’t the first time. and so, jungkook thinks— what is this feeling? relief? is it irrational of him to think that he could’ve lost you tonight because you’ve gotten sick and tired of having to wait around?

“eat up, my love.”

a spoon poking his lips snaps him out of his intrusive thoughts, and he welcomes it appreciatively.

“can hear the gears inside your head moving.”

FUCK.

“you know i love you most in the world, right?”

his groan borders into a whine, and he drowns himself in your scent once more to seek comfort. “god, i’m gonna marry you someday. just you see.”

“good. i just hope you don’t forget our wedding day.”

you abruptly stop giggling when he lifts up his head and frowns at you sadly.

you offer him a guilty smile. “aww, i’m joking. still fresh?”

“aren’t you supposed to be the one sadder?”

“exactly. i’m trying to cope here, jungkook!”

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m0chaminx · 11 months

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Peter Parker | Snow Storm

*•.¸♡Request: hello! can i please request ps4 peter fluff? maybe just peter coming back from a long night of patrolling and being really needy and tired <3

*•.¸♡Prompts: none

*•.¸♡Warnings: none

*•.¸♡Paring: ps4 Peter Parker x GN!reader

*•.¸♡Summary: Peter comes back from a night on patrol in the middle of winter. (This is straight up fluff)

*•.¸♡Words: 784

You raced around your small New York apart. Winter has surged through New York like it was intent on ruining your happiness and warmth. The heaters were broken, thank the landlord for that, and the small heat van had fallen from its place on your desk and broken against the hard floor in your hurried search. Search for what exactly? Peters's extra large black hoodie with a small spider symbol on the back, which you would never let him live down.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you found the hoodie in the stash of clothes you had stored in case Peter had decided to swing by. Just as you pulled the hoodie over your head your phone buzzed, its light shining through the darkness of your apartment. As you unlocked your phone you smiled softly, Peter's picture popping up in your messages.

Is your window unlocked?

It can be

PLEWASDE ITRS FREEZIUNG!!

ARE YOU SWINING AND TEXTING

IKLL BE OVER IN 5

You rolled your eyes and opened the latch to your apartment window before walking to the kitchen and putting a dozen pizza scrolls in the oven. As you walked back to the living area as Peter landed on the fire escape with a groan. He slipped through the window and flung his mask off. "Hello, hi, yes, you can kick me for this later," Peter rambled as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You squealed as the cold of his suit chilled through the hoodie and your now freezing cheeks.

"Peter! Peter, you're freezing!"

"But you're so warm!" Peter ducked his head and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

"Go have a shower you creepy bug," You hissed, slipping from Peter's arms. "Get warm!" Peter groaned and threw his head back. "I'll set up a movie, I already have food on."

"You're the best," Peter cooed before turning towards the hall.

"Uh, Peter. Mask." Peter paused to grab the mask that he stuck to the side of the window sill before locking the window and rushing to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later you had set up the living room, most of your night had been spent on the couch with Peter anyway so most of the pillows were out there.

The living room was arranged to create the ultimate movie-watching experience. The centrepiece of the room was a plush, oversized sofa, adorned with soft throw pillows in mostly black and blues shades. In front of the sofa, a sleek and modern entertainment centre stood proudly, housing a large high-definition television. Netflix already set up on the movies section, the remote tossed thrown onto the table in between.

The small coffee table was placed within arm's reach of the sofa, holding the pizza rolls and whatever else you had found in the pantry. A bowl of freshly popped popcorn, still warm and smelling of salty butter, was surrounded by an array of snacks and hot chocolate.

As you set up to sink into the sofa Peter hopped over the back of the couch, stealing your spot. One of the hot chocolates almost split but Peter quickly caught it. "Hey-"

Peter pulled you down into the couch, your chest falling against his as your legs kicked up over the arm of the couch. "Hello to you too." Peter laughed and in a moment of pure affection, his eyes met yours. With gentle anticipation, his lips drew closer, the world around you both fading into the background. Time seemed to stand still as their hearts beat in synchrony, brimming with tender emotions.

Peter's lips finally met yours in a soft, delicate kiss, a sweet connection that sent sparks of warmth and joy coursing through your bodies. It was a gentle caress, filled with tenderness and an undeniable sense of belonging. In that fleeting instant, everything else ceased to exist, and their love spoke volumes in the quiet language of that sweet, innocent kiss.

Slowly Peter drew back, but still closer enough that his nose brushed against your forehead as he pressed a quick peck to your skin. "Tough night?" You asked softly, your hands coming up to trace a small cut above his eyebrows that had already healed to a small mark.

"Just long," Peter complained, his head dropping onto yours. "Evey second mission Yuri sent me on was on the other side of the city. I spent most of the night swinging in the freezing snowstorm."

"Well now..." You pulled yourself closer to Peter so you could curl against his chest. "You can just relax and watch The Princess Bride."

"We watch that every time," Peter complained, his head falling back against the couch.

"You can choose next."

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Nightwing Spoils You For Your Birthday

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, birthday surprise, gifts, little puppy, kissing, slight groping, making out, cute petnames (baby, princess, sweetheart, doll, etc.)

A/N: This not me manifesting this for my next birthday. Not at all.

The first thing you see in the morning is Dick smiling down at you one moment and the next is him attacking you with kisses

Today is your special day, he will spoil the hell out of you

Don't you worry about a thing today

"Gonna take care of you today sweetheart. You just relax and leave everything to me."

He tackles you to the bed, body sliding against yours as he kisses your neck, your laughter and giggles only spurring him on

He could spend all day with you if he didn't already get breakfast going and have a full day of fun planned ahead

He carried you to the living room, his hands gripping your ass in a teasing way, just barely flexing them

For a moment you thought he had a whole other kind of birthday present in mind, hey you wouldn't complain now would you

"Wait here doll, I'll be right back." He let you down on the couch and flipped behind it, not before giving you a big kiss

As excited as you were you didn't turn around but you could tell be the familiar scent what kind of breakfast he had going, your mouth was already watering

"Ta-da! Your favorite, I got it right this time yeah? I hope so, must have ruined at least 3 pots before this." He chuckled, a little embarrassed at himself

You leaned over to kiss him one more time before you took a bite, it was good, fuck, you moaned at the taste, moaned

Now happy with himself Dick waited for you to finish up, and before you could even think about washing the dishes he picked them all up at an amazing speed and put them into the dish washer

He picked out your favorite movies and snacks, today he will spend all day with you in the apartment

"Wait, haha, princess let me go, I still have things to bring over here. Hey! Whoa!" Nope, he's not moving anymore, he has been relegated to your cuddle buddy for the next few hours

Dick can't seem to go 10 minutes without touch you, embracing you, kissing you, making you giggle and squirm in his arms

When the romance scene comes on he pauses the movie and his lips are on yours, his hands mapping the familiar territory of your body, your hot breath mixing with his as you pull him closer

A knock at the door interrupts your make out session

"Oh shit." Dick curses, pulling away, half-excited, "That time already. Gotten a little carried away there." He adjusts himself as he gives you one more kiss and races towards the front door

You couldn't quite hear what was going on but you thought you heard Bruce's voice scolding your boyfriend about something

"Close your eyes." He spoke, voice full of glee

When you opened your eyes again you were met with the most adorable little puppy

You choked back a sob as you watched Dick holding it up, then moving it slightly to the side so he could smile at you, "Surprise babe! I know it can get a little bit lonely here when I'm out, and it's a little early for a baby. So I got us the next best thing. This little guy here needed a good home, so I figured why not us."

Big happy tears ran down your face as you took the little happy puppy in your lap and ran your hand through his soft fur, he kept barking out cute little woof sounds and licking your hand and then turning to do the same to Dick

All the horny was completely forgotten as you snuggled into Dick's side, his arm around your shoulder, the other petting the puppy with you

This was the most adorable addition to the Bat Family yet

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bwabys-scenarios · 5 months

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Fixer Upper

Part 27

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

Part 26

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warnings: drinking, characters get high(weed), killua and Kurapika get into a fist fight, Reader is mentioned to have attempted suicide, mentions of Kurapika planning to kill himself after he finds all of the scarlet eyes

A/N: everyone thank Bug for not only the idea for this chapter, but also for helping to write several scenes!! Without her, Fixer Upper wouldn’t be possible <3

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(Name) set the turkey to bake the night before the gathering, and after that, she went to sleep. She would be waking up in the early hours of the day to cook and do some last minute cleaning, so she would need her sleep.

An alarm was set for 6 am, where she would wake up to check on the turkey before getting everyone else up.

“Kurapika, it’s time to wake up.”

The blonde groaned, sitting up to see (Name) standing at his bedside, looking exhausted. She gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach her tired eyes, before gently brushing his hair out of his face. “Todays the big day. Let’s get ready, okay?”

He followed her downstairs, where everyone else was already awake and yawning. (Name) stood in front of everyone, wearing her pajamas. “Okay guys, I’m going to give everyone a task that you’ll need to complete before guests get here.”

“Um, (Name), a guest is already here.”

(Name) looked to where Gon was pointing to see Bisky sitting on the couch next to Leorio, eyeing him up. “Hey sweetheart, I decided to get here early, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh um, I don’t mind at all. Please excuse the mess, we’re still getting-“

(Name) watched as Bisky pulled out a wine glass and bottle of wine before pouring herself a drink. “Oh don’t worry about messes, (Name). I’m sure those boys are to blame anyways.”

Killua and Gon shrank under her gaze, the former sticking his tongue out at her. Leorio scratched the back of his head. “So what are our tasks, sunshine?”

“Oh, right.”

Killua and Gon were put on cleaning duty, Leorio and Kurapika were asked to do grocery runs and get the little fire pit ready outside, and Alluka was sat at the kitchen table to help (Name) cook. “I thought Bisky came to help with preparations, but she’s just drinking and watching hallmark movies.”

Leorio walked in, wearing a look of confusion on his face. “So is no one going to stop the 12 year old from drinking her weight in wine?”

“Are you talking about Bisky? She’s nearly 60.”

“60? Yeah and I’m 42.”

Alluka and (Name) glanced at each other then him. “You… look like you’re pushing at least 30, Leorio.”

“30!? IM 21!”

(Name) watched as he sulked out of the room, trying not to laugh. “You’re handsome though!”

The two got back to work, smiling and laughing as they cooked. “Okay Alluka, Zushi is going to be here soon so you two can go play, alright?”

A few hours passed, with (Name) finishing up most of the cooking besides a few items. Unfortunately she wasn’t able to make another cherry pie last minute, but she was able to make another batch of macaroni. She still set Kurapika’s version on the table though, even when Killua walked up and scowled. “Mom, that’s going to give someone food poisoning.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Killua, be nice. Kurapika and-“

“Oh I am being nice, that shit looks like it’s going to come alive at any moment and beg for death-“

“Does it really look that bad?”

Killua paused his rant when Gon appeared in the doorway, looking a little hurt. “I tried my best…”

“Oh, Gon…”

(Name) patted his back, letting him sniffle. Killua grabbed Gon’s sleeve and tugged him away, (Name) watching them go. Ever the curious one, she snuck around the corner to listen in on their conversation.

“Gon, I didn’t know you were the one that fixed it up. I was being too harsh b-“

“Because you thought Kurapika did it? That’s not very nice, Killua.”

She could hear Killua sigh, smiling to herself. She could almost picture his cheeks puffing out in a pout as he looked at his friend. “Well… I just don’t really like him all that much.”

“You keep saying that, but you never tell me why. What did he do to make you hate him so much? He’s never done anything to hurt any of us!”

Killua stayed quiet, (Name) holding a hand over her chest. “I just… don’t like that he can’t just tell mom how he feels. He says he wants to ask her out, but he keeps chickening out. Kurapika is selfish too, he expects her to wait for him forever…”

(Name)’s eyes widened. ‘He… he likes me? He’s been trying to ask me out on a date?’

Her face felt hot, and she stopped listening for a moment until she heard something else of interest. “Come here, Gon. Let’s get back before everyone gets suspicious.”

“Yeah. I love you, Killua.”

“I love you too.”

(Name) peeked her head around just in time to watch Killua give Gon a peck on the cheek, both of the boys blushing. She stared open mouthed for a split second before rushing back to the kitchen.

———————-

The guests started arriving soon after that, the first being Wing and Zushi. Zushi immediately left with Alluka to play outside, while Wing walked into the kitchen to greet (Name).

“Miss (Name), it’s good to see you. Thank you for watching Zushi last month, he really enjoyed it.”

(Name) smiled, shaking his hand. “Oh it was no problem, and just (Name) is fine!”

Wing left to join Leorio on the porch, Kurapika peeking into the kitchen soon after. “Angel, I got the milk and eggs.”

“Oh wow, he came back with the milk. Surprising.”

Kurapika scowled at Killua, narrowing his eyes. “Of course I did, (Name) asked me to.”

“Uh huh. It’s just a bit of a shock to see you doing anything useful around here. Usually you stand around like an idiot while (Name) does all of the work.”

Kurapika’s grip on the shopping bags tightened, (Name) rushing forward. “You two need to stop, you’re being childish. Anymore of this fighting and you’ll both be washing all of the dishes after dinner. And I mean all of them.”

Killua shuddered, looking at the various pots, pans, bowls, and plates littered across the kitchen. “… point taken.”

Kurapika set the groceries on the table, helping to unpack them as (Name) smiled. “Don’t take him too seriously, he’s trying to get under your skin. If you ignore him, he’ll stop eventually. You have to stop giving him a reaction.”

“You’re acting like he’s some kind of wild animal that can’t be tamed. He’s a kid that needs some discipline, you let him get away with everything.”

(Name) scowled. “I don’t let him get away with everything, he usually is really well behaved whne you’re not around. Have you ever thought it’s not him, but you that’s the problem?”

Kurapika paused, feeling a bit hurt. “What did I do to deserve-“

He stopped, sighing softly. They both knew what he did to upset Killua, but Kurapika had hoped he would be past that by now. But at that thought, Kurapika cringed. ‘Oh course he isn’t over it, who would be? (Name) didn’t deserve that…’

Kurapika sighed, throwing the empty shopping bags in the trash. “Is there anything else you need me to do?”

(Name) looked up, humming. She had already went back to mashing up potatoes while he sulked. “You can make sure Leorio doesn’t get high before dinner.”

“On it.”

More guests arrived, in the form of Knuckle, Shoot, and Morel. They all brought desserts, which were much appreciated since Kurapika burned the cherry pie. “Aww, these look great!”

“Thanks, we got them from the bakery down the street.”

Morel and Shoot joined Leorio on the porch while Knuckle sat at the kitchen table, watching her cook. “You’ve been working hard, (Name). You made all this?”

“Yeah, but I had some help from Alluka and Menchi-“

“I can tell you did most of the work, (Name). Don’t sell yourself short.”

She nodded, her cheeks warming at the compliment. (Name) leaned towards Knuckle to give him a kiss on the cheek just as Kurapika rounded the corner to ask if she needed any help.

The blonde stared at the two, his eyes gone scarlet. Knuckle was the first to recognize the intense bloodlust emanating from behind him, seeing Kurapika when he turned around. (Name) spotted him as well. “Oh, hey Kurapika!”

Kurapika didn’t respond, only walking over to get, grabbing her arm. “(Name), I need to speak with you for a moment.”

“B-but I have something in the ove-“

Kurapika continued to pull her away, his heart racing and his stomach churning. He couldn’t stand seeing her lips touch another man, it made him seethe with rage.

“Kurapika, what is so important that you need t-“

“Why were you kissing him??”

Kurapika grabbed her by the shoulders, meeting her (e/c) eyes with his scarlet ones. She blinked before answering. “Huh? Because he was being nice to me. It was just a kiss on the cheek, and I can kiss whoever I want.”

His grip tightened slightly, the blonde biting his lip. “(Name), I-“

A knock at the door interrupted the two. (Name) used the small distraction to duck away from Kurapika and towards the door. (Name) wiped her hands off on her apron. “Coming!”

Kurapika followed behind her, attempting to get her attention again as she opened the door. Neither of them were mentally prepared for who would be behind it.

“Hello, (Name). It’s a pleasure.”

Pariston stood behind the door, holding a box of gourmet chocolates, likely bought from the local bakery. He handed them to (Name) before pushing past her into her home.

Behind him was Cheadle and several other people (Name) assumed were zodiac members. She could almost feel Kurapika tense up behind her.

“Chairwoman Cheadle, what a-“

Cheadle sighed as Kurapika began to ask her a question. “When you mentioned the get together (Name) planned, Pariston was determined to attend. I didn’t want those two to cause too much trouble, so I and a few of the Zodiac came as well.”

“Those two? I only saw Parist-“

“Hey babe, miss me?”

(Name)’s face scrunched up in disgust when Ging walked up her driveway, giving her a sly smile. Cheadle slapped a hand over her forehead, rubbing at her temple as if she already had a headache from his presence alone. “Yes, those two.”

Ging walked in, walking over the welcome mat without wiping his feet. He ended up tracking in a lot of mud, causing (Name) to twitch. Cheadle hit Ging on the shoulder. “At least act like you have manners. Take those off on the porch!”

Kurapika seemed tense, the corner of his mouth twitching downward into a nervous frown. (Name) placed a hand on his shoulder to attempt to comfort him, but he shrugged it away. She sighed, putting on a smile for the Zodiac members.

“Well, welcome everyone. Please, take a seat. There’s drinks in the cooler outside.”

They walked in, and Kurapika noticed it was all the members that had been at the meeting the other day. Pyon, Gel, Mizaistom, and Zanzai, along with Ging, Cheadle and Pariston. ‘A bit of a handful, but if everything goes well, maybe this would be a good opportunity to prove that (Name) isn’t a bad person!’

(Name) got them all drinks, smiling sweetly and making idle chat as she did some tidying up. “I’ll be back in a little bit, please make yourselves at home!”

She wiped her hands on her apron before leaving to the kitchen, Kurapika’s eyes on her ass as she left.

“She’s got quite the figure, doesn’t she?”

Kurapika’s cheeks turned bright pink when Pariston sat beside him, following his gaze. “I can see why you like her so much, not only is her nen powerful, she seems like you could put her body to use as well.”

The blonde felt his blood boil. “Don’t you dare speak of her in that way, she’s not an object.”

Pariston laughed, patting Kurapika’s shoulder playfully. “Oh my dear friend, she’s the object of your desires, is she not? You were look at her too, you sly dog. Funny, I thought you were supposed to be the rat zodiac.”

Kurapika was visually uncomfortable, his hand gripping the fabric of his pants. No, Kurapika didn’t just see her as an object to own, he loved her. He was nothing like Pariston!

Right?

“Kurapika!”

He looked up, relaxing ever so slightly when he saw (Name) walking back in. She was carrying a bowl of peach cobbler and ice cream in her hands. “I got you a little snack! I saw you didn’t eat breakfast, so I cut into the peach cobbler a little early.”

He felt his heart melt, the blonde sighing happily as she handed the bowl to him. “(Name)…”

Like the last time it was given to him, the peach cobbler was shaped into a heart, with generous scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. Pariston snickered next to him. “Wow, it’s even heart shaped. How… cute. You two… must be very close. That’s interesting, really.”

Kurapika’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t like the things Pariston was insinuating, or the sinister look in his eye. “We’re not that close.”

Kurapika said this to be cautious, but (Name) tensed behind him. “I… made it how you like it.” she said softly.

Kurapika’s grip on the bowl tightened, and Pariston decided to keep going. “That wasn’t what you were saying in the meeting. Don’t you lo-“

Pariston grinned when Kurapika covered his mouth, the Kurta’s eyes scarlet with anger. “Keep your filthy mouth shut, Pariston.”

(Name) glanced at the other Zodiacs, who all looked bored, besides Ging, who was walking towards her bathroom with a groan.

“Um… I’m going to go… finish dinner.”

She gave Kurapika a reassuring squeeze to his shoulder before leaning down to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be in the kitchen, okay Pika?”

Kurapika nodded, his eyes half lidded and face red as she left. Her touch could always calm him down, and the blonde couldn’t help but watch her leave with a yearning in his soul.

“Your face is as red as your eyes, lover boy.”

Pariston laughed at Kurapika, crossing one leg over the other. “You look like your husband just left for war. I never thought you would be the clingy type, but here we are.”

“I’m… I’m not clingy. (Name) is just important to me…”

He ate his cobbler in silence, pouting. Maybe if (Name) hadn’t made him something and kissed his cheek, he wouldn’t have been teased so much. ‘I’ll just talk to her… Leorio said communication is key.’

The blonde finished his cobbler, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. He opened the door, glancing in to see (Name) humming to herself as she chopped up celery. “Kurapika? Did you enjoy the cobbler?”

He was quiet as he set his bowl in the sink. He turned on the water, filling the bowl so it could soak to make it easier for whoever washed dishes later.

“(Name)…”

She looked up, swiping the chopped celery from the cutting board into a strainer with her knife. “Yes, Pika?”

(Name) looked awfully cute in her pink, frilly apron, making the blonde short circuit for a moment before he was able to answer. “Can… can you not embarrass me like that?”

The woman paused, giving him her full attention. With an unreadable expression, she replied. “Excuse me?”

‘Fuck.’

“W-when you kissed by cheek, it was a little embarrassing. The Zodiac are my prestigious colleagues, I don’t want them thinking lesser of me. Showing weakness in front of them isn’t very-“

Her expression was now very readable. She looked hurt and upset, the soft smile she’d been wearing before completely gone. “… think lesser of you? What do you even mean by that? Am… I embarrassing to you?”

Kurapika knew he fucked up, the blonde trying his best to backtrack. “No, no you’re not embarrassing, it’s the way you act that’s emba-“

He cursed to himself, he was just digging himself in further. (Name) stared at him in disbelief, hurt evident on her face. “Are you… being serious, Pika? You think I’m embarrassing?”

He froze, his mind racing as he tried to think of a way to explain himself, but he wasn’t able to get anything out. Kurapika stuttered, face flushing in embarrassment as he tried to justify what he said. “Well, it’s just that sometimes you can do things that e-embarrass me. I…”

He went quiet. There were tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, and her lip was quivering. “Sorry, I’ll keep that in mind, Kurapika.”

Kurapika flinched. He wanted to grab at her sleeve and apologize, try to explain himself better, but she was already giving him the cold shoulder, refusing to even look at him. He hated seeing her cry more than anything, especially when he was the cause of her tears.

“(Name), please, I… just listen to me.”

“Sorry, I’m too busy being embarrassing to hear you.”

“(Name)…”

He reached out to grab her shoulder to MAKE her listen to him, but before he could the bathroom door opened. Ging walked out, holding the bottle of Febreze and spraying it. “Yeesh, I feel 10 pounds lighter. Hey (Name)!”

He turned to them, laughing. “Ah, they you are sweetheart. Shitters full, hope ya got a good plunger.”

He patted her shoulder then walked off, leaving both of them grimacing and covering their noses.

“And I’m the embarrassing one? So much for the Zodiac being prestigious…”

Kurapika grimaced. He couldn’t really argue with that, and he didn’t want to either. There was the fact that Ging wasn’t a Zodiac member anymore, but he had been one for a while. There was no excuse, really.

“Leorio, toilets clogged!”

————————

(Name) sat in the kitchen, angrily stirring a pot of cabbage. She hadn’t spoken to Kurapika since he claimed she embarrassed him, and the blonde was currently an emotional wreck. He couldn’t even pretend to keep up appearances, Kurapika openly sulked on the couch as the other guests loitered awkwardly.

“Kurapika, you’re bumming everyone out. What’s up with you?”

The blonde groaned, his head in his hands. “I’m an idiot. The worst.”

“Oh fuck, what did you say to (Name)?”

Kurapika looked up at Leorio, his face miserable. “Why do you think this has to do with (Name)?”

“Because you’re an idiot when it comes to her.”

Leorio wasn’t wrong, Kurapika’s brain did always turn to mush when (Name) was around. “I… said she was embarrassing.”

“Just when I thought you couldn’t say anything worse than the shit you said in York New, you just… go above and beyond.”

A groan left Kurapika’s throat, causing Bisky to glance in his direction. She gave the boy a sympathetic look. “Girl troubles? (Name) told me everything. I should be angry with you but…”

She crossed her legs. “If I’ve learned anything in my old age, it’s that no one would act the way you are now unless they were in love.”

Kurapika nodded slowly, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. “I do love her, I just… I say stupid and hurtful things I don’t mean. I’ve made her cry, now I can’t say I love her. Who makes the one they love cry and think all they are is an embarrassment?”

Bisky placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing it. “Everyone says things they don’t mean sometimes. What’s important is fixing that mistake and making sure the person you hurt knows that you care about them. Just talk to her, tell her how you feel.”

Kurapika scowled. “That’s the problem, she isn’t talking to me now. Every time I try to talk to her, she turns up the music on her headphones or gives me the cold shoulder.”

“Yeah, that’s to be expected. Hell, if you called me embarrassing I would have broken up with you then and there.”

“… we’re not dating.”

Bisky blinked a few times. “Ah… with the way you two look at each other, I thought… never mind. Obviously you haven’t gotten lucky yet.”

The pink on Kurapika’s cheeks turned to a bright red, Leorio trying not to crack up beside him. “Th-that’s none of your business!”

Kurapika crossed his arms, looking away as Leorio stood. “You have fun sulking, I’m gonna go get the fire started.”

(Name) sighed in relief, placing the last dish on the table. The food was finally done, all she needed was to cut everything up and set out paper plates for everyone to use!

“Need some help with that, (Name)?”

Kite was leaning against the doorway, giving her a soft smile. It took (Name) a minute to process their presence, and when she did she broke out into goggles. She ran over to hug them, looking up at them with a big smile. “Kite, you made it!”

“Of course I did, wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

They helped (Name) get the turkey cut up, along with placing a serving spoon in each dish. She sighed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. “Finally…”

They ended up having to put two tables together to fit all of the food, and it looked like a feast for a king. If only Menchi could see it, but unfortunately she could only be there the day before the event to help. She had a lead on a new ingredient, and wouldn’t be able to make it.

“You did this all by yourself, (Name)?”

Kite looked over the tables, their red hair tied up into a ponytail to keep out of their face. (Name) leaned against their shoulder. “Mmm, I had some help, but most of it, yes. Thank god for Alluka and Menchi, they were both big helps.”

A soft smile took over Kite’s face. “It’s nice to see you’re allowing yourself to rely on others, (Name). It’s good progress.”

(Name)’s face heated up at Kite’s observation. Recently, she had been asking for help more often, without even realizing it. “I guess… I just have people I can rely on now.”

The two smiled at each other, before she stretched. “Well, let’s not keep the hungry people waiting.”

Kite caught her wrist before she could walk out. “(Name).”

They turned her so she was facing them. “Are you alright? You seem a bit… distracted.”

(Name) looked away from their eyes, puffing out her chubby cheeks in a pout. “I’m fine… it’s nothing.”

Kite raised an eyebrow before grabbing her cheeks in their hand and squeezing her face. “You’re fine? Why are their tear stains on your cheeks then?”

With a defeated sigh, (Name) told them what happened between her and Kurapika earlier that day. Kite nodded along, listening intently. “I see… that would be a quite upsetting situation to be in. Have you tried talking to him? From what he said, perhaps he said the wrong thing.”

(Name) huffed as she buttered the rolls. “I’ve been way too busy to deal with him. If he wants to man up, apologize, and speak to me, he can.”

Kite blinked in surprise. “(Name)…”

They smiled, patting her shoulder. “You’ve really grown, haven’t you?”

She nodded, finishing the last roll. “I… I’m not as much of a pushover as I used to be. I have friends now, friends that will back me up if I need them to. I don’t… I don’t have to put up with people mistreating me anymore.”

Kite patted her head, ruffling her hair a bit. “That’s good, name. Good girl.”

She melted at the compliment, leaning into their touch like a puppy being told how good it is. “Thank you, Kite…”

(Name) pulled away, her face a little warm. “Alright it’s really time to tell everyone it’s ready.”

The living room was occupied by the Zodiac, along with Bisky and Gon. Ging was nowhere in sight, possibly hiding from his son. “Hey guys, the food is ready, feel free to make yourself a plate!”

Cheadle stood, giving her a polite smile. “Thank you for this (Name), I know having to cook for so many people last minute wouldn’t be easy.”

“It’s fine, please, there’s plenty of food. Make yourself a plate!”

The zodiac were pleasantly surprised by how soft and sweet she was. Pariston smirked as he passed her, his hand brushing against her hip. “Thank you, princess. It smells lovely.”

She shivered, quickly retreating behind Kite, who kept their eye on the former rat zodiac. “It’s okay, (Name). He won’t bother you any further than that.”

The two made their way to the porch, where Leorio, Wing, Knuckle, Morel, Shoot, and a very awkward looking Kurapika. They all had a bottle of beer in their hands, though Kurapika had barely dipped on his.

Once the blonde spotted (Name), he looked away, seeming embarrassed and shy. Kite noticed this, glancing between the two. ‘Ah, they like each other.’

“The food’s ready, guys.”

Knuckle cheered, patting her shoulder as he walked past her. “Thanks, (Name)! Man, I’m starving!”

Morel laughed. “It smells nice, thank you for your hard work.”

He ruffled her hair, Shoot following behind him. The purple haired man gave her an appreciative smile. “Thanks, (Name). We’ve been looking forward to your cooking all year.”

She flushed over their compliments, waving her hand. “Oh, thank you… you’re all so sweet!”

Wing, who left to grab Alluka and Zushi, smiled. “Zushi always gets excited when he gets to come over. Also, I wanted to personally thank you for making the food nut free. It’s very kind of you to take Zushi’s allergies into consideration.”

“It’s no problem, really. He deserves to have a nice dinner too!”

Zushi and Alluka were both filthy, their hands and clothes covered in dirt. (Name) smiled, finding their dirty faces endearing. “Leorio, you guys go eat. I’m going to get the kiddos cleaned up.”

Leorio nodded, cupping her cheek to keep her in place so he could kiss her forehead. “You’re a doll, (Name).”

She sighed happily, leaning into his calloused hand. Leorio was always a warm and safe place for her, and when he held her so tenderly, it made everything a little easier.

Kurapika watched this interaction with a dull ache in his chest. Leorio was always able to give her affection without being awkward. Maybe he should try as well!

He stood up to say something, but from the look (Name) gave him, Kurapika knew he wasn’t getting any kisses. “Th-thank you for your efforts…”

(Name) nodded, turning on her heels. Kite gave the boy a sympathetic look before following behind her, the two kids being led by (Name) to the bathroom.

“Kite, could you keep an eye on the kitchen to make sure… some people don’t mess anything up? I’ll get the kids clean then come make myself a plate.”

Kite nodded. “If you mean keep an eye on Ging and Pariston, I’ve been doing it the entire time.”

She sighed in relief, giving them a smile before taking the two kiddos upstairs. (Name) was surprised to see Killua sitting on her bed, listening to something with headphones on. He glanced up when she walked in, reaching out his hand for her. She walked forward and took his hand, gently squeezing it. “Overstimulated?”

Killua nodded, glancing behind her two see the two filthy kids behind her. “Did they roll around in dirt?”

(Name) snickered. “That’s what I’m assuming happened. I’m going to get them washed up. Do you want to go make your plate now, or do you want me to come with you?”

He ran his thumb over the back of her hand in thought. “Could you… make me a plate and ask Gon to come upstairs with me when you’re done?”

She nodded, ruffling his hair. “Of course. Just relax, getting them tidied up shouldn’t take long.”

———————

(Name) sighed as she wiped Alluka’s face with a warm, damp rag. “Girl, you’re filthy. I expected this from Zushi, but usually you don’t like getting dirty.”

Alluka leaned into (Name)’s gentle touch, nuzzling her hand. “We were playing a fun game! I don’t like getting dirty, b-but it’s okay when it’s for a fun game!”

“Ohh, I see. Well, your nice dress will need to be washed now. How about we put you in some overalls, so you can play better?”

Alluka nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, yeah! That sounds like so much fun!”

(Name) took off her dirty dress and set it in the hamper, then dressed Alluka in a pink sweater and jean overalls. She changed Alluka’s Mary Janes to a pair of sneakers and put her hair into a ponytail so she would be able to play more efficiently.

“There we go, all done. Look at how cute you are!”

Alluka twirled around, giggling. “Thanks, big sis! I’m so excited, I want to play now!”

(Name) laughed, pulling the girl in for a hug. “You have to eat first, okay?”

When the girl looked up, it was Nanika. “Mama… want to sit with you.”

She scooped her up, balancing her on her hip. “Okay, that’s fine with me, sweetheart!”

(Name) walked down the stairs, spotting Zushi making his plate. He was all clean now, wearing a pair of Killua’s play shorts and a shirt. “(Name), thank you for getting me all cleaned up!”

Nanika smiled, nuzzling her face into (Name)’s shoulder. “Love you, mama…”

She kissed the top of Nanika’s head. “Love you too, sweetheart.”

(Name) sat Nanika down at the table, making her a plate of food before she made one to bring up to Killua.

“Gon?”

The boy looked up. He and Kite had been catching up when (Name) walked over. “Hi (Name)! The food is so good, you did a great job!”

“Thank you, Gon. I just wanted to tell you Killua is upstairs, and he asked if you could come eat with him.”

Gon jumped up immediately, grinning. “Sure! Is that plate for him?”

“Yeah, it is. Would you mind taking it up to him?”

Gon took the plate, smiling. “Of course not, Kite, come talk to me before you leave, okay?”

(Name) began to make her plate, spitting a certain blonde walking into the kitchen. Kurapika paused, wondering whether he should stay and make his place, or if he should leave and give her some space.

“It… all looks really good, (Name).”

She hummed in response, placing a piece of turkey on her plate. Kurapika grabbed a sturdy paper plate as well, standing near her as they made their plates together. Even when (Name) was mad at him, she still gently took his hand and guided him to the food she thought he would like. “Try this, I think you would like it.”

(Name) seemed to have an endless amount of patience and kindness. Kurapika did as told, trusting her completely. He looked up just in time to see her placing a helping of the macaroni he made onto her plate. “(Name), you don’t have to. It’s probably not that good.”

She glanced at him, a slight softness in her eyes. “You worked hard on it. It doesn’t matter if it’s good or not, I’m not letting your effort go to waste.”

This made his heart race, his face turning red once again. She was so good, so sweet, he truly didn’t deserve her. ‘Oh, (Name)…’

He truly loved her so much, even when she was upset at him he still couldn’t help but melt in her presence. “Thank you… you’re such a sweetheart.”

(Name) paused as she was walking out the door, her face heating up. She didn’t respond, but felt her heart speed up.

She sat with Nanika in her lap as she ate, making small talk with the other guests. Most of the Zodiac members were keeping to themselves, but now they had spread out.

Kanzai seemed to be getting along well with Knuckle. Pyon and Gel sat together with Bisky, drinking wine with their meal and watching some hallmark movie. Mizaistom was chatting along with Kite, the two seemingly debating something.

‘Well, I’m glad they feel more comfortable,’ (Name) thought, feeding Nanika a bite of turkey. The girl munched happily, before burying her face in (Name)’s shoulder.

“Happy… mama, Alluka wants to go play…”

Nanika looked up at her, gently nuzzling her cheek against (Name)’s. The girl was very affectionate, which (Name) didn’t mind one but. “Okay, okay. You finished your food, go have some fun.”

When the girl looked back up, it’s was Alluka. “Yay, thanks big sis!”

She hugged (Name) before she ran off, giggling. “Be careful, and don’t get into too much trouble!”

(Name) finished her plate before she went back to the kitchen. She looked over the feast she made. There was still so much food left, even after everyone had made their plates. ‘This is going to be a pain to put in the fridge later.’

———————

Kurapika sat on the couch, mindlessly a scrolling on his phone. (Name) has introduced him to social medias a week or so ago, and he really enjoyed TikTok. The nature themed videos where Hunters showed the places they were exploring interested him greatly, along with fun history videos. He had seen a few inaccurate history facts that had him ranting to (Name), though.

‘Ah… (Name)…’

He was thinking about her again, and how he pretty much fucked up his chance to ask her out at the party. Kurapika sighed, turning off his phone and glancing around the living room. It was crowded, but there were also quite a few guests missing. He spotted Ging sneaking around. So far the deadbeat had been able to avoid Gon’s detection, and it seemed he was going back in for a second plate now.

“Wow, you really are pathetic, aren’t you.”

Kurapika looked to his left to see Killua peeking over his shoulder. The blonde scowled, his eyes narrowing. Usually he would take it in stride and just leave the room, but today his mood was sour and patience thin. “What the hell do you want, Killua?”

“Wow, touchy. Guess making a complete idiot out of yourself in front of (Name) can make you pretty grumpy, huh?”

Kurapika’s eyebrow twitched. “I’m really not in the mood for this today, Killua. Don’t you have someone else to annoy?”

Killua didn’t answer him, only moving to sit across from him. “Tell me, Kurapika. Do you plan on making mom wait forever? Do you actually think she would wait that long?”

“Excuse me?”

Killua sighed, shaking his head. “Figures. If you haven’t been able to figure it out yet, mom is very popular. Take Knuckle for example. He’s a nice guy that likes mom, but she hasn’t given him a chance because she likes someone else.”

The white haired boy stared at Kurapika. “Unfortunately for all of us, that person she likes is you. It’s a tragedy, really. I really wish my mom had better taste.”

Kurapika was both flustered and pissed off. He was just about tired of Killua belittling him every chance he got. “What the hell is your problem? At this point it feels less like you’re defending (Name), and more like you have some personal issue with me.”

Killua laughed. “Are you joking? Fuck, I knew you were selfish and an asshole, but I didn’t know you were delusional too. I can count on a single hand the amount of times you’ve done anything for the group. Though, that number is smaller if we take into account whether it was for your own benefit or not. Mom has helped others for nothing reason other than being a good, kind person. Not only do you not deserve her, she doesn’t deserve to be taken advantage of by you.”

Kurapika was shocked, his mouth agape. “Taken advantage of by me? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Her kindness, Kurapika. You take advantage of what a good person she is. Like a parasite, you’ve latched onto her because she makes you feel a little less pathetic than you are. You can’t love others, so you find people that can and attach yourself to them.”

“That’s not true, I do love (Name)!”

“Really? Does someone in love make their loved one sick with worry? Do they make their loved one so depressed after they leave them that they fall into a depression so bad that Leorio had to take an entire month off of college to make sure they are taken care of? Fuck, Kurapika, do you not understand the absolute hell you put mom through?

You’re fucking selfish, and now that you’ve been given a second chance you can’t even make her happy when you actually try. I think that’s what pisses me off the most, the fact that mom is kind enough to not even mention the shit you’ve done and just allow you to stay here, and you can’t do something as simple as ask her out. You’re a coward, a selfish, pathetic coward.”

Kurapika crushed the cup he was holding, glass shards flying as he stood. “That’s it, I’m sick of this. You don’t know anything about me or how I feel. Do you understand how hard it is to try and love someone after losing everyone important to you, how terrifying it is to realize that my love for her could get her killed? My clan-“

Killua groaned. “Your clan is gone, Kurapika. At this point I think you’re using this bullshit as an excuse to distance yourself emotionally. Your mission, your dear clan, blah blah blah. Who fucking cares? They’re gone!”

This sent Kurapika over the edge. He launched himself over the table, his eyes glowing scarlet as he grabbed Killua’s shirt. “Don’t you ever talk about my clan like that, you fucking-“

Killua ripped his hands off of him, laughing. “Oh, are you going to fight me over it? Go ahead, Kurapika, hit me.”

And Kurapika did just that, punching the white haired boy in the face.

——————

Leorio sat on the porch with Wing as Zushi and Alluka searched the garden for more creatures. He took a sip of his beer as the latter army crawled out from under the porch, tiny fists balled up and caked in dirt as she made a beeline to the little picnic table in the distance. Zushi smiled, flipping to a random page in a coloring book he packed.

“Perfect! Worm Court is open for business. Time to assemble the jury.”

And just like that, two little sets of hands tried to place the various critters in a two-by-six array on the wooden surface. None of them were staying put, wriggling around and falling off. Amidst their cries of “contempt of court!” and “Order! Order”’, Wing finally hazarded a glance over to Leorio.

“Were kids’ games always that…”

“Strange? I don’t question it anymore. They’re not hurting anyone though, so that’s good.”

As soon as Leorio turned away, Nanika reached under the bench and pulled out a rusty hammer. How long it had been there was unknown, and she plopped it unceremoniously onto the bench before Alluka returned again.

“That’s a relief. I know Zushi wanted to teach her more about nen this weekend, but I feel like it’d be too stressful at a large gathering like this.” Wing nodded in understanding, sipping his beer. “Speaking of mastering nen, a little bird told me you’ve improved by leaps and bounds in your own journey? How’s that working out for you?” Leorio lit up at the praise, trying to rein in his excitement with a cough.

“Oh! Um, yeah. Yeah, I think I’ve figured out how to use my nen effectively enough for healing”, Leorio flushed a little, clearing his throat. It wasn’t every day a nen master praised your hard work after all.

“That sounds like a great application for it, I’d love to see it in action sometime.”

Leorio smiled, happy to share all the ideas he’s come up with so far.

“It’ll really come in handy for medical sc-“

CRASH!

The screen door slammed open, the wooden frame snapping in the middle and rattling the side of the house with sheer velocity. Fists were flying in a tornado of white, gold, and blue, and the men jumped back on reflex.

“Hey, HEY! What the hell is going on h-WOAH!”

It slowed down enough for Leorio to notice the two instigators as none other than Kurapika and Killua, and when he went to pull the latter back by the collar of his shirt he ducked out of reach, paying no mind.

“You mother FUCKER-“ Killua picked up the blonde by his tabard, only for him to spit out a little blood, scarlet eyes glowing with fury and…mischief? Kurpika, bruised and bloody gave him a shit-eating grin before he finally spoke.

“I sure am, what about it?”

The words took a moment to register in Killua’s head, but as soon as they clicked into place, he saw nothing but red.

Killua tossed him backward into the fire pit (Name) had dragged out to the porch for special gatherings, but Kurapika grabbed onto the boy, sending both of them tumbling off the porch as the railing splintered beneath their collective weight. The fire pit rolled into the flower bushes, and the rose bush was engulfed in flames, burning steadily as they traveled up the plant. A few feet away, not even acknowledging the accidental arson, Killua rolled over to pin Kurapika to the ground, fists flying as he wailed on the man below him.

“YOU”- he punched Kurapika, punctuating his words with blow after blow. “LEAVE”- a hand came up, trying to shove him off but he pushed it to the ground, standing up. “MY MOTHER”- another haymaker to the temple. “OUT OF THIS!” Killua finished with a solid kick to the groin, reaching for a split wooden beam and raising it to strike. In a flash, Kurapika blindly kicked him in the leg to fall on his ass with a dull thud.

Killua looked up just in time to see Kurapika grab a shitty plastic chair by the headrest, the latter chuckling dangerously as the cheap red material quickly began to dull in comparison to the scarlet rage overtaking his irises. He waved the 2x4 menacingly, almost daring the blonde to come closer.

Wing and Leorio watched, horrified as the two of them battled it out. Not with nen, like one might see in a clean fight, or normal blades like that of a sparring match- but with scattered debris, bloodied fists and all of the finesse and gracefulness of a couple of drunken sailors. Realizing they need to put a stop to it before it got any worse, Wing stepped forward as Leorio attemptsy to stomp out the blackening shrub.

“That’s enough! This is no way for dignified hunters to act, especially a couple of nen users such as yourselves. You two ought to be ashamed!”

Kurapika, too far gone to pay attention to much else, swung the chair at Killua menacingly as the younger one parried it with the splintered 2x4. The trajectory and force were enough to knock not just the glasses off of his head and onto the lawn, but the beer right out of his hands as well. The bottle ricocheted off the chair, flying towards the large oak tree before shattering into a million pieces like some sort of horrible glass baseball.

It left a dark stain on the trunk in its wake, trickling down the bark and down into the pile of shards left behind. Despite the impact, Kurapika never faltered, either unaware of what just transpired or completely indifferent.

‘They’re not even using nen, they’re just fighting dirty…it’s like they want to revel in the destruction, to feel the blood on their hands themselves.’ Wing felt around his immediate vicinity for the frames, before Leorio spotted them a few yards away. Placing them back on the man’s face and helping him up, he patted his shoulder and shot a glare at the duo, seemingly out for blood.

“Wing, the hose is on the left of the house. Put the flowers out, and I’ll see if (name) has some frozen peas you can put on your bruise.”

He nodded sprinting across the floor porch as Leorio hurried in to see (Name) minding her own business, putting up the food. He glanced back over to the door again, little more than a pile of mesh and scrap wood. Between the stress of cooking, company, and cleaning, (Name) seemed too preoccupied to notice the damage. He silently thanked the stars above

‘They’ll sort it out themselves, the last thing she needs is more stress’, he thought to himself. If Kurapika wanted to make an ass of himself in front of the Zodiacs by decking a 14 year old, then that was his problem. Right now, he needed to find something cold for Wing to use as a compress.

She had sent mostly everyone out, claiming the kitchen tended to get chaotic, and he would have laughed at the irony if he wasn’t so worried about the fiasco going on just outside. Her hair was a mess, favorite apron is covered in various stains and spills, and plates upon plates were scattered onto various surfaces. He nearly left undetected when she sensed his aura, turning her head.

“Hey Leorio, what’s up?”

His mouth was dry, trying to figure out the best way to explain himself and possibly buy some time when she paused and frowned. Leorio tried to follow her line of sight and saw Wing by the window, followed by… a garden hose?

“Oh, did Alluka get all muddy from worm hunting under the porch again? I thought I told her not to do that until after dinner.” As soon as she said that, the oven went off, and she slips on a pair of Hello Kitty mitts, sliding the pie dish out and closing the door with her hip with a practiced ease. Placing it onto the burners to cool and slipping them off again, she offered them to Leorio. “Could you hang these up for me? “

Leorio realized what she saw just a second too late, powerless to stop her as she turned the stove off to rush past and see what was going on firsthand

“Leorio, what’s going on? And why do I smell something burning?!”

“Nothing! It’s just the kids get a little rowdy is all, and Wing needed an ice pack.”

Ging’s voice tore through the clattering of pots and pans like a warcry for deadbeat dads from the porch.

“WOOORLDSTAAAARRR!”

By the time (name) made it to the front door (what was left of it anyway), she was met with Wing frantically trying to put out the last of the fire as Leorio pulled the broken pit away from the bushes. The railing was completely destroyed on one side of the steps, and there was scorch marks all over the wood. Finally, Leorio cleared his throat.

“Thats not…what we called you out for”, (Name) followed the man’s gaze, before landing on Kurapika and Killua rolling around in the front yard in a mess of flailing limbs and screaming. This time, however, it looked as though Kurapika finally got the upper hand.

“You little bastard, have you always been this insufferable?! You just couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you?!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Killua sunk his teeth into Kurapika’s arm, relishing in the anguished scream that rippled from the man’s throat.

“You think I’m afraid of your goofy ass Ghost Of Christmas Past attacks!?”

She got about four steps forward before a jet stream of water shot out from behind her, soaking the boys as they froze up instantly. Wing held the hose and glared at them, and white hot shame crept up upon both of them.

“If you want to fight like animals, you’ll be treated as such.

It quickly turned to dread however as soon as Kurapika noticed (Name) marching over, brandishing a wooden spoon and a scowl that somehow manages to chill him even more than the garden hose. Leorio had given her a quick explanation, along with Bisky who had heard what happened inside.

“(Name)! I can explain”

“Mom”-

“Killua, you didn’t need to bring his family into this. You know it’s a sore subject.” The boy in question was pouting as she flicked his forehead. Kurapika snickered but it died down instantly when she redirected her ire to him.

He yelped when she smacked him over the head with the wooden spoon. “And YOU’RE not much better. Who the hell throws hands with a child, Kurapika?! You’re a grown man. Come on.”

She narrowed her eyes at the two, who couldn’t even look her in the face. “Don’t you ever think about hitting each other again, we’re friends. Act like it.”

They nodded, and (Name) sighed.

“Both of you can do the dishes. I think that’s fair. Maybe it’ll teach you to get along too.”

The two grumbled, but quieted down when she pointed to the kitchen using her wooden spoon. “Go, now. I want them done within 30 minutes, or neither of you are getting any dessert.”

——————

The two stood in the kitchen, silent as they both washed dishes. They got a system going, where Kurapika washed, and Killua rinsed and dried.

(Name) had healed their injuries to the best of her abilities before they went inside, getting all of the big wounds and gashes dealt with. Now they were covered in bruised and little scratches, but were overall okay.

Kurapika glanced out the window to see (Name) walking to Leorio, Kite, and Wing, the woman looking distressed. When she started to talk frantically, Leorio pulled her into a hug. Kurapika felt awful for causing her trouble, and when he looked to his right, he saw he wasn’t alone in that.

Killua also looked guilty, looking at (Name) with soft, concerned eyes. Though they were different, Killua and Kurapika shared one thing.

They both loved (Name).

The blonde sighed, setting down the rag for a moment. “Killua… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let my anger get the better of me, hitting you was unacceptable.”

Killua was quiet for a moment before he nodded slowly. “I… I’m sorry too. I… was just so angry when I saw (Name) upset again over you that… I snapped. You were right, I… don’t know you or how you feel, and saying that about your clan…”

Kurapika shook his head, patting the boy on the back. “It’s alright, Killua. Water under the bridge.”

The two smiled at each other. “Okay, okay… and I have to admit, you’re pretty skilled, Kurapika. That’s the most fun I’ve had during a fight in years.”

The two laughed, laughing and joking like old times.

It calmed down a little and Killua sighed, trying to be serious. “Can I ask you a question? Man to man?”

“Hm? You’re fourteen, I’d hardly call that a man. But go ahead.”

Killua glared, but elected to ignore the remark in favor of getting information out of him.

“You love (name), don’t you?”

“…”

His silence spoke volumes, but Killua already knew his answer before then. He was just looking for confirmation.

“She let you back into her life, and I know she forgives you. Not that you deserve it, but a second chance just fell into your lap. I feel like you’re still holding her at arm’s length though. And don’t think she doesn’t notice, because she does. She’s a lot more perceptive than people give her credit for.”

“I…even if I were to stay in her life, I don’t deserve to be that close to her. I’m lucky to be her friend.”

“You don’t even want to try? Like at all?”

“Killua, it’s not that simple.”

“If it’s because you think you don’t deserve her, shouldn’t that motivate you to WANT to be better? And become someone she deserves?”

“People can’t change. If I get too close, I’ll lose my rage. That’s the only thing keeping me going right now.”

“Oh noooo, I can’t be around this person because they make me less angry~!” Killua replied mockingly, putting his soapy hands up in defense when Kurapika glared at him. “That’s called being comfortable around someone. And people can too change, genius.”

“The spiders will always be cold blooded killers. There’s no room for redemption.”

“Okay, maybe not everyone”, Killua rolls his eyes, of course Kurapika had an exception up his sleeve. “But for the most part, we do. (Name) told me once that stagnation is a fate worse than death. If you aren’t evolving as a person, then what the hell are you doing?”

Kurapika blinked in surprise, putting the plate down and grabbing a cup to wash. “I…guess that makes sense? You’ve mellowed out a bit over the years Killua.” He didn’t want to outright admit that Killua had matured, or he’d risk him getting a big head.

“No shit Sherlock. She gave me a loving home and enrolled me in therapy. Being loved didn’t nerf me, if anything it made me stronger. Now I’m emotionally stable, nourished, and thriving. I stand a way better chance at kicking someone’s ass now.”

The last dish was dried and put away, and the two of them came out to the living room where everyone is huddled on the couch or near it, the TV playing some sort of holiday special. (Name) noticed them, and waved them over. He noticed she changed into something more comfortable, but when he recognized the faded pattern on the sleeves he had to do a double take.

It was the same one she had during the hunter exam, but back then it was much newer and vibrant.

“You’re just in time, we were about to start Charlie Brown!” Killua joined her, and like clockwork she removed the sleeve so he could put half of it on like an oversized blanket. “This thing is kind of old, (name). It’s cozy, but definitely seen better days.”

“I know, I mostly wear it to bed or knocking around the house, but I love it too much to get rid of it. It’s one of the comfiest things I own, even if it’s golden days are long gone”, she ruffled his hair and Kurapika joined her on the other side.

“It still serves its purpose, Killua. We don’t all need a giant wardrobe”, Kurapika teased good-naturedly, and the boy in question lifted his head to stick a tongue out at him.

“It’s one of those that gets softer the more you wash it”, (name) helpfully supplied. “It just means it’s well loved, and it loves you back. Time is irrelevant when you’re this cozy.”

Kurapika hummed, leaning a head against her other shoulder. A few minutes into the movie, his phone pinged with a message from Killua, who sighed in contentment before closing his eyes. Kurapika opened up the message and saw attachment: 1 image.

Wholly expecting another stupid meme, like that god awful Megamind “no bitches” thing he got like clockwork every time he did something bad in front of (Name), he sighed and opened it intending to leave him on read. Instead, he was greeted with a side by side comparison of what looked like a couple of plush Garfield cats. One plush looked brand new, while the other was worn down from use. The text said “to be loved is to be changed.”

He thought back to what Killua said earlier about how stagnating was a fate worse than death.

He knew his mission was dangerous, but at the same time, would it really be okay for him to get close to (name)? It was just a stupid Garfield meme, he shouldn’t be reading this much into it, but before he realized it he was tearing up. (Name) looked over and frowned.

“Kurapika, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

A gentle hand cupped his cheek, her thumb swiping away his tears. Kurapika sighed in contentment, leaning into her touch. “It’s nothing, just… thinking about things, what I want to do with my time.”

(Name) nodded, retracting her hand and allowing him to lean back against her shoulder.

She seemed a bit more relaxed, the two not knowing she was watching their little interactions just moments before. “By the way Kurapika, Leorio wanted me to tell to meet him on the porch asfter this movie.”

The blonde nodded, looking down at her. “(Name)… when I get back… we need to talk, okay?”

(Name) paused, Killua giving him a thumbs up from behind her. “Oh, um… alright.”

She sounded hesitant, but it was an improvement from her ignoring him. The three watched He gave her a sneaky kiss to her cheek before walking out to meet Leorio.

Leorio and Kite sat on the front porch. It seemed most of the guests had gone home. Knuckles, Shoot, Morel, Pyon, Gel, Kanzai, and Mizaistom were gone already.

“Kurapika, sit.”

Leorio gestured for a wicker chair sat next to the two. The blonde took it, glancing between the two. “What did you call me out for?”

“You seemed pretty… antsy earlier,” Kite explained as Leorio rummaged a small metal box.

“Antsy is an understatement, you looked insane. I really thought you were about to start growling and foaming at the mouth for a moment there.”

Kurapika flushed at Leorio’s words, feeling ashamed of his actions. “I know, I’ve already apologized to Killua.”

“Shit, he wasn’t much better. Trust me, I know Killua, he can be a real asshole, but he’s still a kid.”

Kurapika nodded, looking at his lap. Leorio was right of course, he usually was. “So, what did you want?”

Leorio smiled, finishing his task and pulling out a blunt from the metal box. “I want you to relax and smoke with us. Take a breather, chill with the boys- or well, Kite and I.”

Kite rolled their eyes. “I told you I don’t care what you call me, Leorio.”

Leorio blushed, waving his hand apologetically while Kurapika processed what the dark haired man was offering. “You want me to get high with you? Is that smart, considering I pissed off (Name) enough today? She hates when I smoke.”

“See, you need to relax. Stop worrying about (Name) for a minute. You worry so much that you stress yourself out, making you snap at others. You’ll be way better to (Name) if you learned to chill out and take care of yourself every one in a while.”

Kurapika leaned back in his chair as Leorio lit up the blunt, taking a puff before passing it to Kite.

“Come on, Kurapika. It’ll help you relax.”

Kite held out the blunt to Kurapika, smiling. The blonde stared at the two. “Am I being peer pressured right now?”

“Yes,” the two said in unison.

He groaned and took the blunt, holding it out. “Just one puff.”

———————

(Name) looked up when Kurapika stumbled into the house, a dopey smile on his red face. Once he spotted her, the blonde made a whining sound, immediately clinging to her as he rubbed his cheek against hers. “Mmm… (Name)…”

The woman squeaked, squirming in his strong grip as he pulled her closer, peppering kisses into her cheeks and neck. “K-Kurapika, what are you-“

She paused, sniffing his shirt. “Oh god damn it, are you high? Leorio did this, didn’t he?”

(Name) huffed as Kurapika nuzzled his nose agaisnt hers, clinging to her like she was his lifeline in a storm. “Just want you… lemme hold you, ‘kay?”

She didn’t protest, leading him to the living room so he could snuggle her on the couch. He seemed so attached to her, and as soon as they laid down he squished his face into her chest, nuzzling until he was comfortable.

The woman wanted to pretend she was annoyed, but honestly she found him cute when he was like this. Whenever he was inebriated, Kurapika could let go of all of his limitations and do what he really wanted. He wanted to be near her, for every part of his body to be in contact with hers. It made him so happy to lie on top of her, his face in her breasts and arms wrapped around her.

“(Name)…”

She hummed in response, running her fingers through his blonde hair. “What is it, Kurapika?”

“I…”

He looked up at her, his eyes a little red from smoking. “I’m really sorry… I know… I say stupid and hurtful things sometimes… but just know…”

He blinked at her sleepily, leaning forward to the point their lips were only an inch apart. “I care about you… a lot… so, so much…”

(Name) sighed happily when he kissed her, feeling his tongue gently lap at her lip, asking for forgiveness and acceptance. With a little nip to his lip, she allowed him in, holding his face tenderly.

Though their tongues danced and their breaths were heavy, the kiss wasn’t arousing. It felt loving, sweet, a kiss people who loved each other would share. When they pulled away, Kurapika’s eyes were soft, looking into hers with so much love (Name) felt her body would explode. “Mmm…”

He laid his head back down, his lips pressing kisses into her neck sleepily. ‘I love you…’ he thought, his hands gently caressing her sides.

The two soon fell asleep on the couch, being covered up by Leorio and hour later. Guests left, leaving Kurapika and (Name) in peace.

Leorio, Kite, and Bisky sat on the porch, talking as they drank. “It seems those two have made up.” Bisky said with a laugh, swirling her wine glass.

“Yeah, it seems so. They both looked pretty happy.” Leorio agreed, staring into the neck of his beer bottle. Kite only sighed, leaning into his chair.

“Does he still not know about the Chimera Ant situation?”

The other two went quiet at Kite’s question, not daring to look up. “He doesn’t, does he?”

“No, he doesn’t even know about the letter, or the fact she nearly killed herself after what he did in York New,” Leorio said gravely, setting down his drink. “She said it would absolutely destroy him. Sometimes I hate how she always thinks about others before herself.”

Bisky nodded. “She cares about Kurapika so much, she won’t even tell him just how badly his actions affected her in fear that it would push him over the edge. Apparently, when she would sleep next to him during the Hunter Exam, he would talk about ending his life after finding the scarlet eyes in his sleep. It really messed with her head.”

Kite cleared their throat. “Well, it has to come out eventually. Keeping all of these secrets helps no one, especially the fact that (Name) has worked with the Phantom Troupe. If he finds out on his own, he might assume she’s a traitor when she’s actually been helping him by being getting information. He gets too angry, he wouldn’t be able to comprise with them.”

Leorio sighed, the man looking much more tired than before the conversation started. “Yeah, I know. I just hope Kurapika is ready for all of that information. Hell, Gon doesn’t even know any of it, he doesn’t even know Kurapika’s the one that broke (Name)’s wrist.”

The three sat in silence, knowing that eventually, these secrets would come to light.

They were just hoping it would be of (Name)’s own free will.

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take my hands (we can fall together) | lee chan | pt. 2

(where you and chan are friends, but he's your brother's best friend. and you've always been just a little out of reach. until one season changes everything.) pairing: brother's best friend!chan (dino) x f!reader genre: friends to ??, pining, slow burn | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut rating: explicit (for the full fic) warnings/notes: mentions of unhealthy relationships (reader x boyfriend), mentions of food, mentions of drinking/alcohol, halloween parties, mentions of cheating, reader's boyfriend is an asshole, reader's brother is chan's age and reader is 2 years older, eventual smut (in pt 3 - see that for warnings), any names of other idols are considered to be OCs word count: ~7.7k (full fic is roughly 23k) a/n: huge thanks to @svthub for hosting this fall collab. check out the full list of fics here. make sure you go back and read part 1 for context, this is part 2 (so only 1 part left!). also thank you to my bby indi for creating an amazing banner @classicscreations. if you want to be tagged in the last part send an ask or dm or just comment 💕

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When there’s multiple nights of dressing up for Halloween, it’s harder to put as much effort into costumes. At least that’s how Chan feels about it. So, he knows that he’s taking the easy way out by dressing up as one of the Kens from the recent Barbie movie, but he’s also not really bothered about trying to come up with something more elaborate. Not when it’s a Saturday night and they’re all going to a house party. He’s got another costume planned for the night of actual Halloween that he put a little more thought into.

He’s also sure to arrive a little later, because this is one of Seokmin’s friends and Chan doesn’t really know the people hosting the party. It’s not like that matters, really. Things like this are always pretty open as long as you know someone there. Even though Seokmin said he’d be there early helping to set up, Chan still doesn’t want to be that guy that shows up at an inappropriate time. The unexpected tradeoff is that he sees you before he even gets to the front door. It’s almost comical to see that you’re dressed up as one of the Barbies from the movie. It’s hard to tell which one under your coat. Not that it’s surprising. Chan figures you won’t be the only ones to pick a Barbie theme. Still, it’s like you coordinated without even meaning to. You force a smile when you notice him, and he sees that you’re on the phone.

“What do you mean you’re not coming?” Your voice sounds angry when it reaches Chan’s ears.

He hesitates when he’s far enough away to give you space, yet still close enough that he can offer support if you need it.

“No, I always have to understand. I don’t have to understand tonight. It’s a Saturday night and we planned this party weeks ago,” you retort.

Chan figures he probably should let you be because it’s clear that you’re talking to your boyfriend. It could be a minute before this particular conversation ends. Your eyes watch Chan as he goes to step around you and you reach out to grab his arm. You mouth “please wait” to him. That’s enough to make him stop completely.

“It’s not just a stupid Fall tradition. This is Halloween. Everyone celebrates Halloween,” you start and then roll your eyes. “Yes, I’m aware that you’re 28, but what 20-something doesn’t celebrate Halloween? Be so fucking for real.”

It’s hard to know where to look because all Chan can focus on is your tone. It’s not upset or defeated. It’s angry. Maybe you’ve had something to drink already, maybe you’re just fed up. He wouldn’t blame you.

“Forget about it, Seungsik. You do whatever it is you have to do,” you say, pausing for him to speak. “Yeah, I heard you say you have to work but it’s a Saturday night. So, you do what you’re gonna do and I’ll be with my friends. Don’t bother coming over if you were even still considering it.”

Your hand is still on Chan’s arm, not that he would leave anyway. It would be awkward to stay this long only to leave when the conversation is clearly over.

“Yeah, sure, we can talk tomorrow,” you say. You don’t say a goodbye or an “I love you” before hanging up.

“Let me guess, Seungsik bailed again?” Chan asks. He knows he shouldn’t sound so snarky about your boyfriend and also doesn’t care.

“Shocking, right?” you snort.

“Well, at least you still have friends here,” Chan says and motions for you to head into the house ahead of him.

You remove your coat and Chan tries not to stare at your Mermaid Barbie costume. He removes his own jacket and your eyes show your amusement before a laugh escapes your lips.

“Looks like I still have a Ken to my Barbie, too,” you joke.

“You mean Jay didn’t tell you I was coming as Ken?” Chan jokes back.

“Wait, was he supposed to?” you worry.

“No,” Chan assures you. “I’m not sure he was even listening when we talked about costumes. This was kinda last minute.”

“Well, we should take a picture anyway, we look good together,” you suggest.

“I’m down,” Chan agrees, too quickly.

Two of you end up, mostly unintentionally, spending a lot of the party together. People that don’t know you keep assuming that you’re there together and your friends think it’s funny, so they keep poking fun. At least it means that everyone stays in a good mood. It’s a little confusing, though, because you don’t correct the people that don’t know you about being there with Chan. At one point, you do ask Chan if he’s actually okay with how close you’ve stuck to him. You make something of a joke about not wanting to keep him from anyone. It’s confusing. It tugs at Chan’s heart as a reminder that even if you’re fighting with him, you do have a boyfriend. Maybe that’s something to consider. But, he shakes it off and insists that he doesn’t mind. Your shoulders fall in relief and you admit that it’s comfortable being around him. You don’t want to talk about the argument, so it helps that Chan knows some of what happens. You like it that he doesn’t ask you too many questions that you know you can’t answer.

It’s also a little surprising that even at this house party, which is relatively small because the house isn’t huge, you and Chan are the only Barbie and Ken. It seems like everyone thought it would be too common of a costume and tried to think outside of the box. Or some people just were lazy and wanted to save their better costume for the actual night of Halloween.

“You’re glued to my sister,” Jay observes when Chan excuses himself to get a drink.

“I’m not glued, we just keep ending up together,” Chan disagrees.

“Yeah, seems kinda glued. And you came back in with her after she left to take a call,” Jay says.

“Oh, yeah, I walked up and she was talking to Seungsik. I figured I’d wait for her to come back in,” Chan says. He’s not going to tell your brother that you asked him to wait for you.

“I notice he’s not here,” Jay tries to say casually.

“He’s not coming,” Chan shares. Jay goes to open his mouth and Chan cuts him off. “I don’t know what happened. I don’t know why he’s not coming, you’ll have to ask her. But, she seemed kinda pissed off at him on the phone, so maybe let her enjoy tonight and deal with the bullshit tomorrow.”

“I’m glad she has you,” Jay says.

“Not you too,” Chan starts.

“No, I mean literally. You’ve been a good friend to her with all the bullshit over that asshole,” Jay says, irritation clear in his voice. “Wish she’d just break up with him, but if I say that, I’m being over protective.”

“I dunno, I think she’s probably closer than you realize,” Chan shrugs.

You come rushing into the kitchen. “Come on, Chan, we have to go crush it at beer pong.”

“Forgetting her brother again. Good luck, man,” Jay laughs out.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you chide before pulling Chan away with a drink in each of his hands.

He’s more than a little thankful for Jay not calling him on making two drinks. It’s obvious when you show up that the other is for you, yet Jay just lets him be. It makes it easier for Chan to focus on beer pong. You’re at that perfect buzzed point, apparently, where you assure him that you’re going to be at your best. Even though it sounds kind of bullshit, he goes along with it.

It’s not bullshit, Chan learns two turns into the game. You sink both of your shots without even hitting the rim of the cup. Meanwhile, Chan is just thankful to make one on his second try so you don’t insist you’re carrying the team. You might be, or Chan might be a little distracted by the way you line up your shot. Might be a little distracted by the way you lean up against him. Might be a little distracted every time his arm brushes against your bare skin. Might be a little distracted by the way you celebrate with him every time either of you makes a shot. It’s easy to see why people who don’t know you assume you’re here with him. It’s harder for Chan to remember that’s not true when he’s watching you out of the corner of his eye.

After you win at beer pong, both of you find your way to a quieter part of the house. The party feels a little stifling and you want some air. Chan agrees, but it’s a little too cold to just sit outside. Instead, you settle for a quiet corner. This time you don’t ask if it’s okay to be stealing all of Chan’s time. Either because you can tell he doesn’t mind. or you’re trusting him to say if he did mind, he’s not sure.

Now that you’re a little buzzed, not drunk, just feeling a little happier, you’re ready to talk about how things are really going with Seungsik. It’s immediately a lot more honest than Chan is expecting and infinitely more heartbreaking. He’s working crazy hours, claiming that he’s up for some big promotion and has to put in the time. He’s canceling plans on you left and right. He’s making you feel silly for wanting to do all these Fall things. You feel silly for even complaining about it, but Chan interjects to remind you that it’s okay to feel whatever you’re feeling. It’s hard to only be supportive when you’re admitting that you feel like there’s something you’ve been doing wrong and that’s why he’s doing all of this. Despite Chan insisting it’s definitely not you, he can tell that you don’t fully believe it.

It’s like you’re in this weird limbo because you’ve been dating him for over six months, which feels long enough that it’s serious. But, you’ve only been dating him for like six months, which you say also feels like you shouldn’t be overbearing. You’ve always wanted partners to have the freedom they need. Always been really adamant about maintaining your own friendships and hobbies outside of your partner. That’s important. You don’t ever want to be one of those people that gets into a relationship and forgets about their friends. Those are the people who’ve been there through all the shit. There’s a part of you that feels like that’s being used against you with Seungsik. Every time you tell him that you miss him or want him to do something, he reminds you that you suggested keeping some hobbies separate from each other. Chan is quick to tell you that there’s a difference. It sounds like he’s using your well-meaning words as an excuse to not see you as much, which is weird.

Somehow, you both come to a silent agreement that you don’t really want to dwell on your issues with Seungsik, anymore. You’re just happy to have someone that’s willing to let you vent and then let you move on. Sure, Chan shares his opinions and reminds you as often as he can get away with that you do deserve someone who values you. Then, he also lets you get away with moving the conversation on to lighter things. Even though Chan’s known you for over ten years, there’s still so much about you that he doesn’t know. And he’s not sure what’s shifted, but something definitely has. You’re much more open in the way you talk to him lately, much freer with your words. It’s comfortable, kind of like a warm blanket.

By the time the party is winding down, Chan is essentially sober, having spent so much time just sitting and talking to you. You’re still a bit buzzed, but well on your way to sobering up. Chan planned to leave his car here and pick it up tomorrow (well, later today since it’s the early hours of the morning) and instead he can drive home. He offers to give you a ride as well, which you happily take to avoid paying for a ride. None of the rest of your friends, except for Jay, seem to be around, but he’s very caught up talking to someone. Good for him, Chan thinks.

The car ride back to your apartment is comfortably quiet. Aside from you asking if you could pick the music, you’ve just been softly singing along and looking out the window. It’s nice at this time of night, too. Everything else is quiet, just the traffic of people heading home for the night, whether it’s to their homes or someone else’s. It’s not until he gets to your house that Chan gets a text from Jay that makes him frown. “Everything okay?” you ask, hand on the door to get out of the car.

“Yeah, just Jay hoping I’m not headed home because he brought someone home with him,” Chan says. “I’ll just be quiet when I go in and put my headphones on.”

“Or you could just crash here tonight,” you offer and Chan grips the steering wheel a little harder to steady his nerves.

“I couldn’t do that,” he says, causing you to turn back to him.

“Do you really wanna hear whatever my brother is up to?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, no, but it’s also not like it would be the first time,” he responds with a chuckle.

“Come on, weirdo, you can sleep on my couch and I’ll make us breakfast in the morning,” you say, getting out of the car without waiting to see if Chan is following you.

Of course he is, though. He scrambles to get the keys out of the car and hurry after you. Once you’re inside your apartment, you put a pot on the stove to boil some water. Insist that you need some tea before you can sleep. While the water is boiling, you go to the closet to pull out some blankets. It’s entirely too comfortable, both the couch and the way you move around him. Something he can’t fully ignore when you sit down with a cup of tea for each of you.

“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m here?” Chan asks.

“Why wouldn’t it be? You were nice enough to give me a ride home and it’s my brother that’s sexiling you,” you reason.

“What if Seungsik shows up tomorrow?” he asks.

You take a sip of your tea and then look over at him. “He’s not really the type to show up unannounced. Besides, why would it be weird to offer to let a friend crash?”

“You’re right,” Chan concedes.

“Plus, he hasn’t been over for breakfast in weeks and I miss cooking for someone,” you say.

It’s kind of hard to argue with that, not that Chan wants to. Well, he’d like to argue that it’s bullshit that Seungsik has you feeling whatever you’re feeling. It’s complete crap that he doesn’t appreciate what an amazing person you are. It’s just not healthy. But, at the end of the day, it’s also not Chan’s place, so he just lets it go.

You get up to wash out the cups when you’re finished with your tea and disappear into your small spare room. It doesn’t have a bed, because you use it as an office area, but apparently it does have clothes that you loan to Chan. The protest is on his lips when you cut him off to say that they’re Jay’s clothes he’s left here when he’s crashed. That’s much better than the clothing belonging to your boyfriend. When he comes back out of the bathroom, you’re in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, obviously ready for bed. He clears his throat to be able to say goodnight and pads out to the couch. It’s even more comfortable to sleep on than you said, but Chan’s brain won’t slow down enough to fall asleep. All he can think of is just how…domestic this all feels. How easy it is to be around you. Again.

Though it takes him a while to drift off, he actually feels like he gets a good night of sleep. The smell of coffee slips into his consciousness while he’s in that in-between state before he’s fully awake. When he opens his eyes, he can tell that you’re trying to be quiet, not wanting to disrupt him. Even though it’s your apartment and you can make as much noise as you’d like. Chan opens both of his eyes and finds your back to him as you look into the fridge. Possibly deciding what you want to make. Your hair is in a knot on top of your head and you’re still wearing that oversized t-shirt and shorts. Everything about you seems relaxed. Until you close the door and turn towards the living room to see him awake. You jump a little and your hand flies to your heart.

“Oh my god, I didn’t realize you were awake,” you share after a moment.

“Sorry,” Chan says and throws his hands up.

“No, I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” you wonder and he shakes his head. “I was trying to figure out what’s for breakfast.”

“You really don’t…” he starts.

“I promised breakfast and you’re getting breakfast,” you interrupt. “Plus, look outside.”

It’s a confusing request, but Chan gets up off the couch anyway to look out the window. As soon as he moves the curtain aside, he sees how hard it’s raining. He’s a little surprised that he didn’t hear it. And he’s definitely not overly eager to leave in that.

“Guess you have company for breakfast,” he says when he turns back to you.

Your whole face lights up and you let out a squeak. “I can’t wait, oh my god, I have so many recipes I’ve been wanting to try.”

“Like?” he prompts.

“Do you trust me?” you ask instead.

That’s a dangerous question. One that Chan isn’t sure he really wants to answer, because the answer is that yes, he trusts you far more than he should. Probably more than he’s trusted anyone else. The last month or so of all these activities has only reinforced that. Instead, he pretends to consider it for a second, buys himself some time.

“I guess, you haven’t poisoned me yet,” he says, voice surprisingly even.

“I hate you,” you joke with an eye roll.

“I’ll remember that,” he teases back.

To do something helpful, Chan gets up and folds the blankets he used to sleep and asks you where they go. Once they’re safely away in your closet, he texts Jay to say that he’s still at your apartment and having breakfast at least. Jay sends back an inappropriate number of emojis and says he’s going to make use of the extra time alone with whoever it is he brought home. Thankfully, he only makes one joke about being replaced as the favorite sibling, which Chan answers that you’re a better cook. Was it ever really a contest?

To avoid being entirely useless, Chan makes both of you a cup of coffee. You’re about to tell him how you like it when he asks if you trust him. As he hands over the perfect cup and turns around to make his own, he misses the look on your face that he knows exactly how you like your coffee. It’s a mix of wonder and surprise. When you tell him it’s the perfect cup, you’re not even lying. He also can’t resist peeking to see what it is you’re working on, despite your attempts to swat him out of the kitchen.

“Is that French toast?” Chan asks, eyes wide.

“Yeah, I know it’s kinda simple, but I had some really good bread that was going a little stale and I’ve been wanting to try a new mixture,” you say.

“French toast is my favorite, I don’t think it’s simple,” Chan admits.

“I think I remember you mentioning that, actually,” you comment. It’s so offhand that Chan doesn’t think twice about it. There’s so many things he remembers about you that he’s thankful something about him sticks too.

While you continue making breakfast, Chan asks where the syrup is so that he can warm it up a little. He doesn’t like it cold and neither, apparently, do you. You also don’t like fake syrup so you direct him to where you keep it in the fridge. It looks like it’s some small company that you probably got directly from the shop on some adventure. That’s definitely one great part about living in this part of the country, you’re never far from good syrup. It makes the whole apartment smell like maple and the cinnamon from the toast. And something else that Chan can’t really place. But it makes everything feel warm and comforting despite the rain that’s only coming down harder outside now. Maybe Chan doesn’t hate everything about Fall.

Unsurprisingly, it’s the best French toast he’s ever had. Something he’s quick to tell you and you’re quicker to brush off like he’s just being nice. It’s just as easy to chat with you in the light of day in your apartment as the haze of the house party the night before. It’s harder to ignore the way your phone periodically lights up with Seungsik’s name. Harder still to ignore is the fact that it’s just his name. No hearts or emojis or pet names. It’s almost impersonal, not that Chan should be passing judgment.

“Are you going to answer him?” he finally asks.

“No,” is your immediate answer.

“But…” Chan starts and you level him with a look.

“He doesn’t get to have things on his terms when he couldn’t even come to a fucking Halloween party last night,” you say.

“Have you talked to him since…” he starts to ask before trailing off.

“Since I was fighting with him on the phone and you walked up?” you finish for him.

“Yeah, that,” he says.

“I read one text from him asking why I was posting matching costumes with you, even though my caption on it was clear and he’s literally all over my page,” you share. “So, I didn’t answer that. I texted him when I woke up to say that I hadn’t read whatever he sent and that I was mad from last night and would maybe talk to him this afternoon or tonight.”

“He doesn’t seem to have gotten it,” Chan comments as your phone lights up again with his name.

“No, he doesn’t. But that’s also not my problem. Not everything is going to be on his terms,” you say.

“I’m glad,” Chan admits.

“About what? Me fighting with Seungsik?” you wonder and Chan’s eyes go wide at the realization.

“No, oh my god, no,” Chan rushes out. “No, I’m just glad that you’re not letting it all be on his terms. You’re worth a lot more than how he’s been treating you.”

“Thanks, I think so too,” you slightly tease.

Breakfast turns into you asking Chan to watch a show, which turns into him spending the entire afternoon lounging on the couch. You talk a little more about your relationship and what you might say to him when you finally text him back. Chan also tells you some things he’s looking forward to coming up and about some plans he has with your brother and Vernon. Sometimes, you’re just quiet while watching the show, but that’s comfortable too. Eventually, though, Chan realizes that he has to leave. He knows that you’re using at least part of him being there to avoid talking to your boyfriend. Not that it’s the only reason. It’s clear you enjoy having him around, too. But eventually you have to talk to Seungsik and so Chan finally says that he has to head home. Jay is starting to wonder where he is anyway.

It’s not that Chan really wants to be out and dating, but he also thinks that it might help to get his mind off of you. Even though he loves every minute of being around you, it’s also getting harder. Especially when the time spent together includes things like the Halloween party and crashing at your apartment. He wants to be a good friend to you, but at what cost to his heart? No part of him feels entitled to your attention and he’s not even sure if he would be a better partner to you than Seungsik. It isn’t even about him anymore, not really. Not now that he’s spent all this time with you. It’s just about wanting you to find your own happiness that doesn’t come from a partner. Which is why he agrees to go out for drinks with a friend of a friend, Carla, that asked him weeks ago. What’s the worst that could happen?

He’s meeting her at some trendy bar downtown where the music is usually too loud to hear anything. Not exactly the ideal place for a first date, but maybe that will make it all easier. He does like to dance. And he knows the drinks are good. It’s also always pretty busy, making it easier to blend into the crowd. What’s weirder, though, is that she asks Chan to just meet her there. Again, not Chan’s first choice, but he goes along with it all the same. It’s thankfully very easy to spot her once he gets there.

She’s standing by the bar, her long dark hair framing her face and wearing a dress that clings to her in ways that should be against the law. The moment she locks her eyes on Chan, he thinks maybe he can do this. Maybe it’ll all be easy and fine. They exchange a quick hello, get their drinks, and then it’s right onto the dance floor.

Time seems to move in odd ways. It could have been ten minutes just as easily as an hour. All Chan knows is that he needs another drink. When he says that to Carla, she agrees and says she’s going to run to the bathroom. They can meet at the bar. Once Chan makes it to the bar, his stomach drops. He looks back out at the dance floor and sees Seungsik with a stranger, that is definitely not you, tight against him. Some bottle blonde presses her ass further back into him and he grabs her hips. As Chan looks at them, Seungsik ghosts his lips across her neck, moves a hand up her stomach. The woman turns around in his arms and pulls him in for a kiss. Seungsik’s hands grip her ass, dangerously close to causing her dress to ride up. It isn’t until Seungsik pulls the woman off the dance floor and into the shadows that Chan realizes just how bad things are.

Carla seems disappointed when Chan says that something’s come up and he’s got to leave, but perks up when he says that they’ll find another time. He’s not even sure if he should be giving her hope, he just wants to get out of there as soon as possible. Once he’s in the Uber, he texts Jay to ask if he’s home or if he’s got company. The answer that he’s alone in the apartment comes quickly.

“Thought you had a date,” Jay says when Chan comes through the door. “Unless you’re angling for a threesome. I’d have to turn you down though.”

“Come on, man,” Chan says as he collapses on the couch. He runs a hand through his hair without thinking about it.

“Whoa, what’s going on?” Jay asks, he’s coming back from the kitchen with a bottle of water.

“It’s about your sister,” Chan admits. It’s clear that Jay wasn’t expecting that, but his surprise disappears quickly.

“Wow, are you finally admitting you’re in love with her?” Jay jokes. “Can’t say I’m surprised, but also it could’ve waited?”

“No, it’s not that. Well, I don’t know, it’s about Seungsik,” Chan says.

“So you’re not in love with my sister?” Jay questions.

“Can we not do this right now? This is serious,” Chan begs.

“Fine, we’ll come back to that. What about Seungsik? Other than he’s been a total dick about all the Fall shit,” Jay says as he leans back further into the couch.

“It’s more than that, he’s lying to her,” Chan states.

“What?” Jay needs Chan to connect the dots and it’s a lot harder than it seems.

“He’s, fuck Jay, he’s lying to her. He isn’t working late. At least not all the time. He was at the club with some girl, grinding, making out, dragging her off to some dark corner,” Chan says.

The color drains from Jay’s face. “Are you…fuck, are you sure it was him?”

“I’m positive,” Chan says.

“You’ve got to tell her,” Jay says after a moment.

“I thought it might be better coming from you,” Chan hopes.

Jay frowns like he’s considering something. “I’m not sure it would. I don’t even mean because you saw Seungsik. It’s just that she’s seemed to kind of rely on you lately. It’s you she was with apple picking and picking out pumpkins. You she spent all of that Halloween party with. She trusts you.”

“Well I’d hope she does, we’re friends,” Chan tries to joke.

“I’m not trying to fuck with you, I know I started by saying you were in love with her, but I just think it’s different,” Jay says.

“So you don’t think I’m in love with her?” Chan wonders.

“Oh, no I definitely do. I’m just not gonna bust you over it right now,” Jay says.

“I’m scared to tell her,” Chan admits.

“She deserves to know, though,” Jay points out.

He’s right. You do deserve to know. You deserve a lot of things that Seungsik seems unwilling to give. At the very least, though, you deserve respect. What Chan needs help with is figuring out just how to bring it up with you. Jay is right, you and him have been spending a lot more time around each other than normal. Chan’s been more than happy to keep you company to do all the things that Seungsik doesn’t want to. What he’s not prepared for, however, is this.

Even though it sounds dumb, Chan listens to Jay and asks you to come over to help him make a couple pies for a family get-together. He does have to go over to his aunt’s tomorrow, something you’re very aware of as you and Jay are also invited, and you are excellent when it comes to pies. Chan had just been planning to buy a couple, but this is a ready-made excuse. Even if he thinks it’s dumb. He’s a little surprised that you agreed since he only texted you the same day. Then again, maybe that’s not so surprising.

You breeze in with ingredients, including some that he already has, and immediately get to work laying everything out. He realizes, as you’re looking through his cupboards and scolding him over the lack of organization, how domestic this all feels. Again. It’s not as if he didn’t realize how much he liked you. No, it’s that he realizes he may love you and he’s going to have to tell you something that will break your heart. Best to get it out of the way early before you start baking. Just in case you want to leave.

“Where’s my brother? Avoiding helping in the kitchen?” you wonder.

“No, he went to help Vernon test out a new game,” Chan says.

“You didn’t wanna go?” you ask.

“I kinda figured I needed to make sure I didn’t show up empty-handed tomorrow,” Chan starts. “I was surprised you agreed to come over on such short notice.”

“Oh, well, I didn’t have anything else to do and I can’t exactly leave you in your time of need,” you say, trying for casual and failing.

“Wow, I feel the love,” Chan jokes back.

“Chan, you were going to use fake vanilla in your pies,” you scoff.

It’s hard to keep the smile off his face, despite the news he has to share, as he throws his hands up. “I didn’t know there was a difference!”

“Tragic,” you sigh. “Plus, well, I don’t know. I like hanging out with you.”

“I like it too,” Chan says. It comes out as little more than a whisper and his heart constricts.

“You’ve made this whole season so much better,” you admit.

“Yeah, I could say the same for you. I didn’t really get the big deal about Fall before,” Chan shares.

“You didn’t?” you ask. Chan just shakes his head. “But you agreed.”

“Like you said, I couldn’t leave you in your time of need,” Chan jokes.

You playfully shove his arm. “Do you get it now? The appeal of Fall?”

“I do, yeah. I’ve had a lot of fun,” Chan agrees.

“Wish Seungsik felt the same,” you utter.

That’s it. That’s the opening, the best one he’s going to get. He has to take a deep breath to steel himself. “Where is he today anyway?”

“Seungsik?” you ask to confirm or to stall, it’s unclear which. After another nod, you sigh. “I don’t really know. He told me he had to stay late on a project and then was going to possibly get drinks with a friend at this little dive bar by his office. I hadn’t heard from him when you texted me to ask for help.”

“Did he say who he was meeting?” Chan presses.

You give him a weird look. “I don’t know. Sejun, probably. I don’t know all of his friends, though. Why are you asking?”

“Come here,” Chan says and pats a stool at the counter. It’s clear you think he’s being weird, or at least weirder than normal, but you listen anyway. “I don’t think he was with a friend. At least, I don’t think he was with Sejun.”

“What do you know?” you ask, eyes intent on searching his face.

“I, well I was out at that place you don’t like because it’s too, what do you usually say?”

“Try hard trendy,” you supply with a scoff.

“Right, well I was out and I saw Seungsik there. I didn’t recognize who he was with, but it didn’t seem like a friend. She was blonde and wearing something really revealing, grinding up on him, kissing him. I don’t know, maybe there’s…” Chan hasn’t thought this part out, not really. He feels awkward.

“Maybe there’s an explanation?” you snort. “I’m sure there is. I’m sure it’s that he’s cheating on me like I’ve assumed he was for the past month.”

“I’m so sorry…wait, you what?” Chan splutters.

Of all the outcomes he prepared for, your immediate acceptance hadn’t been one of them. He’s expecting tears and you asking if he’s sure. He’s expecting you to wonder if you did something wrong. He’s expecting all the tearful things you see in movies. Except this isn’t a movie, it’s real life. And you don’t seem surprised, at all. Somehow, that feels worse. Then, he remembers how you were at the Halloween party. How you were the day after. Maybe it makes some amount of sense. It wasn’t the same as before you went apple picking. It wasn’t meek, it was angry. Pissed off. This is more like that.

You stand and shake your head. “I’m not blind and I’m not stupid.”

“I never said you were,” Chan interrupts immediately.

“Oh, no Channie, I know you didn’t,” you say, voice soft like he’s the one that needs to be protected. “I think I’m saying that to myself. I knew something was wrong. I knew he was up to something. He’s never been the best boyfriend, but he got really secretive. He blew me off a lot and just pretended it was because he hated this season.”

“Which is bullshit, by the way. It shouldn’t matter how you feel about something. You at least try for someone you care about,” Chan insists.

“Yeah, he was quick to have something to say about me spending time with you,” you admit. That brings Chan up short.

“What? We did most of the stuff as a group,” Chan points out.

“I wouldn’t think too much about it. It felt wrong when he said it. Like he was deflecting from his shitty behavior rather than commenting on something I’d done,” you say.

“I’m really so sorry, you deserve so much better than everything he’s done to you,” Chan says.

“You know, that’s the first time you’ve actually said it to me, at least in so many words,” you observe.

“Said what? That you deserve better?” Chan questions. Your face is a bit sad as you nod. “It sounds hollow to say, at best, or judgmental, at worst.”

“I could tell you thought it, though, even if you didn’t say it,” you share. “You said at the Halloween party that I deserved someone who valued me, but you didn’t actually say I deserved better.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say it,” Chan says with a sigh.

“Don’t be, I wasn’t ready to hear it,” you assure him. “Besides, you’re one of the only people who shouldn’t be sorry to me. About anything.”

“Do you want to talk about it? About Seungsik and the relationship and what you’re going to do next?” Chan asks.

You look at him for a minute. “On two conditions.”

“Which are?”

“That you let me help you make pies if you do actually need them,” you begin.

“I do,” Chan interrupts.

“And you have to promise not to pull any punches when it comes to your opinions. I want flat out honesty or I don’t want anything.”

“Deal.”

It turns out that it’s still surprisingly easy to be around you. Obviously you’re sad. You’re hurt. There’s part of you that wonders what you’ve done wrong. But, there’s this vibrancy about you that’s been missing the last several months. The laughs come easier, the brightness in your eyes says you’re up to something, and you’re picking on Chan’s complete inability to make a pie at every chance you get.

In between making the pies, Chan is honest, just like he promised. Maybe a little too honest. He’s got a lot of opinions about the things Seungsik did, or usually didn’t do, and how nobody deserves to feel like the things they love are less important. When you share more about your relationship, Chan finds himself more irritated. It’s clear that you were dulling yourself down so that he didn’t find it annoying. Apparently, your laugh was too loud and you got excited about too many little things. You were too nice with new people and that was annoying because sometimes Seungsik didn’t want to be sucked into a conversation. Before he could stop himself, Chan was listing why those were some of the best things about you. He loves how everything about you brightens up when you’re passionate, loves that you can make anyone feel at home, loves how much you love life.

Once you both get past bashing Seungsik, an activity that’s entirely too fun, you ask for Chan’s advice about how to break things off. He’s a little surprised that you seem so sure and that you don’t want to give him a chance to work through it. That’s when you remind him that things felt off, anyway. Remind him about the Halloween party. You’ve given Seungsik plenty of chances to not disappoint you. He’s missed all of them. And when you’re done, you’re done. In that case, Chan suggests that you catch Seungsik by surprise. Show up at his apartment without telling him and maybe he’ll even give you more reason to break it off. It’s blunt and honest and you thank him before he has a chance to second guess that level of honesty.

“Chan, will you get the door?” his aunt calls from the kitchen after the bell chimes through the house.

It takes a second to excuse himself from the conversation with his cousin and make his way towards the door. There’s no thought about who might be on the other side because he knows that his aunt always invites way more people than she should. She just loves to be surrounded by good people and good food. What Chan isn’t expecting, though he probably should be, is seeing you on the other side of the door with a bottle of wine and a bag of ice.

“Hey,” you say casually and hand the bag of ice over to Chan.

“Uh, hey, I wasn’t expecting you,” Chan says, “or a bag of ice?”

“Everyone always needs more ice at a party,” you provide with a shrug. “So, uh, are we gonna stand at the doorway or…”

“Is that who I think it is?” Chan’s aunt calls as she comes down the hallway. “Oh my god, it is. It’s my favorite almost niece!”

Chan steps aside so that his aunt can engulf you in a hug. It’s actually kind of sweet to see such a warm greeting.

“I hope it’s okay, I didn’t think to let you know I’d be here,” you say.

“It’s always okay,” she says. “I’ll take any excuse to see you.”

“Actually, could I give you this ice? I wanted to have a quick chat with her about something before we eat,” Chan says to his aunt.

“Sure, I’ll take the wine too. You remembered my favorite, I see,” she says affectionately before disappearing back into the house.

“I suppose I don’t have to ask what this is about,” you joke.

“Come on, we’ll go this way,” Chan says without answering.

The house isn’t nearly as familiar to you as it is to Chan, but you’ve been here enough to recognize that he leads you into a guest room. There are a couple chairs that save you from having to sit on the bed. That feels like it would be a little too intimate. All Chan wants to do is check that you’re okay.

“I’m surprised you’re here,” Chan states.

“This time of year is about being with the people you care about,” you answer. “Plus, your aunt makes amazing food and I helped you with the pies. It felt like I should be here.”

“I don’t think you’ve ever been here without Jay,” Chan says.

It feels different to be alone with you like this. Going out on adventures, alone or in groups where you ended up together, was one thing. Different, yet easy to fall into. Crashing at your apartment after the Halloween party was entirely different from that, even if it ended up being easy. Having you at his apartment yesterday was surprisingly easy. But this, showing up at his aunt’s house without Jay and newly single, it feels weird. Not weird in a bad way, just weird. There’s almost an intimacy to it, like a glimpse into how things might have looked if everything was different. How it would be if you and him were together and spending time with his family. Yet, he also finds that’s not something he really wishes for anymore. It isn’t that he doesn’t still care about you, because that probably won’t ever change. It’s just that he cares more about helping you with your broken heart.

“Should I not have come?” you ask and Chan hates the way you seem smaller again.

“Of course you should’ve,” Chan rushes out. “I’m really happy you’re here. I’ve been wondering how you were since you left my apartment yesterday.”

Once again, it’s too honest. It’s too vulnerable. Maybe it’s even too much of a burden to possibly admit that to you, but Chan also knows he needs to so he really can move past this.

“You said the girl you saw him with on Friday night was blonde, right?” you ask and Chan nods. “I’m guessing it was the same girl that answered the door in his t-shirt.”

“What?” Chan nearly shouts.

“I didn’t even have to tell him that you saw him, which is probably a good thing. He can’t try to turn it around that you made it up,” you say.

“I…is that a thing that he’d do?” Chan wonders because it’s easier to focus on.

You snort. “Yeah, he was convinced you were in love with me or something. Just another way he was deflecting from himself. Like men and women can’t be friends.”

It’s hard to ignore the way his heart breaks a little at that. Yet the bigger issue is that you’re right, thinking men and women can’t be friends is insane.

“You’ve been such a good friend to me,” you continue on. “I’m so thankful for that. I didn’t realize how much I needed to see an example of a guy just being kind and caring until you were right there.”

“It’s pretty easy to be that to you,” Chan says because it’s honest and it’s real.

“I broke up with Seungsik on the spot, obviously. He didn’t even try to deny it. Actually had the audacity to try and make it my fault. I guess she knew I existed too and didn’t care. Maybe I wouldn’t either if I was getting all his time like that,” you say, more like you’re talking to yourself.

“Yeah you would’ve, you’re too good a person for that,” Chan points out.

“Maybe,” you concede.

“I know it’s a cliche, but you really do deserve so much more than that. You deserve someone that’ll wake up every day and appreciate everything you bring to the table because it’s so much,” Chan says.

“You have to say that, you’re my friend,” you deflect.

“Oh no, I’ve been meaning to tell you, I don’t even really like you that much. I just stick around because of Jay,” Chan jokes and you laugh, bright and real.

“Glad you finally admitted it,” you say. “Maybe you can tell that person, whoever they are, to hurry up and come find me.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Chan tells you. “I am glad you’re here, though.”

“Yeah, me too.”

last part dropping 12/8 💕 let me know if you want to be tagged!

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Okok I know Steven needs sleep but waking him up at 3 am just to ask of he still likes you even though they're married sweet boy would literally stare for s few seconds straight to process the question 😂

"Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up." with Steven pretty pls

AN | Please I love this idea so much 🥰 Enjoy!

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 1.2k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

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You huffed lightly as you rolled onto your back to stare at the ceiling. The pale moonlight coming through the sheer curtains was just enough to cast shadows of the tree branches on the ceiling. You knew it was nothing, but you still didn’t like them either. You rolled onto your other side and found that Steven had his back to you. Of course he would manage to be able to sleep after the marathon of scary movies you’d had that evening.

“Unfair,” you sighed quietly as you gave up and slipped out of the bed to trek to the kitchen. If you were going to have to be awake, you might as well get a snack in the meantime.

Once you were in the kitchen, you rummaged through the cabinet to find the cookies that were stashed away for times such as these. After not finding them for several minutes, you came to the conclusion that someone must have gotten to them before you did. You loved him, you really did, but you also really had wanted those cookies.

“Steven Grant,” you groaned before closing the cabinet and moving onto the fridge. There wasn't much of interest in there either - you really needed to go and get some groceries - until you spotted that piece of cake in the back. It would have to do for now.

You grabbed the plate out and set it at the kitchen table before grabbing a fork and plopping down in the chair. You were glad you'd turned on all the lights in the kitchen and hallway; it was the only thing that was keeping you from completely losing it. Each little creak and groan coming from outside and inside the apartment caused you to remain on edge. Realistically you knew that nothing was going to happen, but in the middle of the night your tired mind wasn't fully logical.

You finished the slice of cake quickly before washing it all down with a swig of whatever latest fake milk Steven had managed to find that was in the fridge. You paused to use the bathroom before making your way back to the bedroom. Steven was still in the exact same position as when you had left; lucky him.

You crawled back under the covers on your side of the bed and bundled yourself up in the soft blankets. After a bit of tossing and turning, you couldn't take it anymore and reached for Steven, attempting to wrap an arm around him and pull him closer to your body. Even in his sleep, he attempted to pull out of your grasp.

"Steven," you pouted, ready to cry even though you knew he was asleep and couldn't help it. It was silly to let such a thing upset you, but you were already in an emotional state. What part of your cycle were you in? Maybe that was why you were feeling even more emotional than normal, "I need you."

He didn’t respond to your soft little request, either because he was still deep asleep, or very good at ignoring you and feigning sleep. But you knew he would never do a thing such as ignore you. You picked his side a little, jabbing your finger into the soft flesh on his hip, “Steven. Steven.”

“‘m sleepin’,” he grumbled as he burrowed further into his pillow. The logical part of your brain knew you should just leave him alone and try and get some sleep on your own, but you weren’t feeling particularly logical. And you really want to be wrapped up in his arms if you were being completely honest.

“Steven,” this time your hand was on his shoulders and you resorted to shaking him, “please, wake up, I need you.”

“Hmm?” he finally rolled onto his back, his eyes opening slightly as he blinked away the sleepy bleariness, “what’s wrong, darling?”

“Well, two things,” you sighed as you sat up and looked at him with wide eyes. He yawned and you instantly felt bad about waking him up, but at this point, it was already done, “first of all, I’m scared. We shouldn’t have watched all those scary movies right before bed. I can’t sleep and I swear I’ve never heard this many creaks and cracks before.”

“It’s alright,” he whispered as he put his hand on your face, his thumb gently brushing over your cheek, “they were just movies, that’s all. Nothing can hurt you, besides I’m right here.”

“I know that,” you pouted, “but as we are well aware, monsters and scary things that most people don’t think are real happen to be very real…and scary”

“Let me rephrase,” he couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, “nothing’s going to happen to you. Fake movies and you’ve got me here to protect you.”

“Fine,” it was a huff of defeat when you realized he was right. You were being overdramatic, but he didn’t have to point it out.

“What was the second thing?” your face flushed with warmth as you realized just how silly this was all going to sound.

“Do you still love me?” you asked softly, burying your face in your hands as he laughed. And it wasn’t just some soft little shy laugh, but a deep one that caused him to sit up, “don’t laugh, Steven!”

“Please tell me this is not why you woke me up at three am,” he asked as you sighed lightly, shrugging your shoulders. He gently put his hands on your hips as he motioned for you to sit in his lap, “sweetheart…”

“Well no,” you offered him a tentative little smile, “but you wouldn’t let me hold you or cuddle and I was scared!”

“I was sleeping!”

“Well…normally you’d still hold me but you wouldn’t tonight,” this felt even more ridiculous as you said it out loud, “I just…I love you.”

“I love you too, very very much,” his hands found your face as he leaned in and kissed you gently. You could practically melt into his touch, finally calming down, “and in case you’ve forgotten, we happen to be married.”

You took his hand in yours, letting the cool metal of his wedding band click against yours. He brought your hand to his lips as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “there’s plenty of unhappy and out of love married people.”

“And we don’t happen to be those people, love.”

“I…you’re right,” you agreed with a small little sigh, “I’m sorry for waking you up. And being…like this. I guess I just really freaked myself out.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he promised, “now we just know that we won’t have any more scary movie marathons right before bed…and that I still love you even if my sleeping body doesn’t hold you. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tightly, “thank you, my love. You always know just what to do.”

“What can I say?” he teased as he nudged his nose against yours, letting his lips lingers just shy of yours, “I’m pretty fantastic.”

“And a dork,” you giggled, “that happens to be my favorite human being in the entire world.”

“Well, that settles that,” he grinned, “we’re on the same page. But for now…let’s get back to bed. It is…three in the morning after all. Do you think you’ll be able to sleep?”

“Will you hold me?”

“Of course.”

“Then yes,” you promised, “let’s get some sleep and then tomorrow I’ll make it up to you.”

“What…just how are you planning on making this up to me?” he raised an eyebrow as you offered him a saccharine little smile.

“Oh, I’ll find a way,” you whispered, “trust me. I love you, my sweet Steven-with-v Grant.”

“I love you more.”

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x fem!reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x you #oscar isaac x reader #moon knight #marc spector

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thewonandonly · 11 months

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AAHAHAHA OKAY, HI ITS JURRASIC WORLD ANON

Can i request a stray kids reaction to their partner absolutely bawling at the brachiosaurous scene please 😭 my friends had to console me for like 10 minutes cause it made me cry so hard

stray kids (ot8) reaction to their partner bawling their eyes out to brachiosaurus' scene <3

synopsis: it's time to watch the jurassic park franchise, and when an absolute devastating scene from the movie released nearly 8 years ago shows up, the boys aren't sure how to react when they find their s/o crying their eyes out.

warnings: gender neutral reader, spoilers?

author's note: guys this is literally me with meet the robinson's. everytime little wonders by rob thomas plays in the movie, BOOM. instantly moved to tears.

thank you so much for the request! please consider reblogging my post and leave a cute little comment to boost my work!!

chan was excited to see jurassic world! jurassic park and the entire franchise was an important part in the film industry, so for him to watch the movie for the first time with the love of his life was an absolute prime decision. the movie started off steady, and then it got interesting. and then, it got sad :( the same brachiosaurus from the first movie was caught in the fire, no where to go as the water expanded across the horizon. it was trapped. it was heartbreaking. gut-wrenching to watch. and he would've cried, he wanted to cry. small sniffles echoed across the living room wall, and he turned to see you laying your head on his shoulder, tears streaming down your cheeks. chan. immediately turned to comfort you, his hand brushing your cheek.

"oh, baby, it's so sad." his hands are gentle, as if he wasn't comforting you over an artificial created brachiosaurus. "it's sad, it's okay to cry." he used his thumb to wipe your tears and paused the movie until you felt consoled enough to continue.

minho had already seen a few of the jurassic park franchise movies. how couldn't he have? it's one of the biggest movie franchises of the world. he hasn't watched recent instillments due to a busy schedule, but when you mention finally watching the recent ones on his day off, he immediately took you up on the offer; popcorn, blankets, a nice comfortable pillow, cuddle sessions and a surround system turned up damn near full blast sounded like the perfect night, especially with his favorite person in the whole world. the movie was not too painful to get through, he did cringe at some dialogue throughout the movie, but all movies have those moments. he would've cried at the scene where the brachiosaurus was stranded on the island, but he personally felt like the scene was a bit rushed. he knew you. the second the scene came to an end, he turned to you and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head.

"you're such a crybaby." he whispered, his hand rubbing your shoulder, "it was a bit sad though." he admitted, chuckling to himself. minho knew how quick to tears you could be at movies, and he'd be lying if he didn't find it cute; it just means you can find sentiment in everything. and he admired that.

changbin is totally a movie buff! he has seen the jurassic park movies at least 6 times in his lifetime, and he was probably one of the firsts leading the crusade for the newest movies. changbin loves the movies, and he was the first person at the movie theaters doors on release day, at the earliest showing, with his large tub of popcorn. so, when you told him you never saw the newest ones, he nearly dropped his jaw. how could you not?! he took this as an opportunity to introduce you to some of the greatest movies he's ever experienced. he set everything up, not accepting help from you, before he pulled out a dvd player, and gently placed the disc into the tray (these were the only dvds he owned tbh). he watched excitedly, peeking at you from the corner of his eye to gauge your reaction: happiness, excitement, tension, and of course, sadness. he cried in the theater when the scene came on, and he isn't afraid to admit that it still makes his heart squeeze watching the scene again.

both you and changbin sat on his bed, crying at the scene, the movie paused on the last glimpse of the brachiosaurus, which only made you both cry your eyes out more. changbin and you didn't share any words, but you both shared tears.

hyunjin can admit he has never seen the jurassic park movies. he wasn't a dinosaur kid, he was an ancient egyptian kid fs. he personally thought the premise of the movies were a bit silly. why would they open these parks if it always ended in disaster? but, here he was, sitting beside you, as you wore your acid-washed jurassic park pajama set, excitedly starting the movie. hyunjin was aware of how often you watched these movies, and how much you loved them, so he had no problem watching them with you if it meant he could see how happy you got (dinosaur kid and ancient egyptian kid solidarity). but one thing he could not understand was how you've watched these movies so many times, and you still cry your eyes out to the brachiosaurus scene.

hyunjin wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you cried, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. okay, he gets it; the scene is sad, but he truly didn't understand why exactly this was so sad. that is until you cried out how the brachiosaurus in the sad scene was the same one from the very first one. then, he understood, and continued to rub your shoulder sweetly, not bothering to mention how you might have just made him a jurassic park fan.

felix has the entire movies memorized. you know that post on this website that says "i'm gonna watch shrek," and it's just the op replaying the movie through their head because they've watched it so many times? yeah, that's felix with jurassic park. he knows the lines, the jokes, the LORE. he had a 16 year hyperfixation on jurassic park, and he wasn't going to let it die! he's watched it so many times, that when you say you wanted to watch the recent ones, he can't help but say yes, like an excited puppy. i think felix has a good grip on his emotions during movies (or he's like me, where i dont understand something until AFTER i finish the movie) so he doesn't cry when he watches it but once he finishes the credits, the waterworks start.

and when he saw you crying about (in his opinion!!!) the most gut-wrenching scene in cinema, he felt his own tears bubble up, pulling you close to him. he's cried over this scene multiple times by himself, but now, he had someone who would understand where exactly he would be coming from. it was a nice comfort.

jisung... oh, boy. jisung definitely got the film spoiled for himself on twitter or youtube or something. he's not a die-hard fan, but he was planning on watching it soon! (it's been almost 8 years, bud, and it's still on his to be watched list). jisung was upset, and wouldn't open the app again until you sat down and watched it with him. jisung is a crier, he cries to movies, even when they aren't sad. but when they are sad, oh my god! he changes his entire personality to match that movie. he will never shut up about it.

jisung cried before your own tears spilled; the music, the shadow that reflected against the smoke. omg, he was breaking down. seeing him cry so hard, made you cry! well, him and the poor brachiosaurus made you cry. you were both hugging each other as you cried, jisung hiccuping about how it wasn't fair and that he would've went back to save them. he cried for the rest of the night,

seungmin is a lot like minho in a sense. he finds the scene rushed, so he couldn't find it in his heart to cry. seungmin watched the movie already, and he knows what happens. he knows it's sad, but he honestly can't find his tears for the scene, even when he first watched it. the scene to him felt sooooo rushed that he kinda just sat there, staring at the television screen, waiting for it to end.

but, he knew you were crying, so he threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling the blanket back over your legs and let you cry. he didn't have any comforting words to say since he couldn't even cry at the scene, but you were happy he even hugged you for the scene!

jeongin isn't a die-hard fan, or a casual enjoyer. he saw the movie once and called it a night. he didn't have any words to say or not about it. when you asked him if he wanted to watch it with you, he agreed, only because he wanted to spend time with you, and he had an excuse to hold you. i think jeongin doesn't honestly remember the movie, so he has to watch it multiple times to even remember, which is why he isn't much of a die-hard fan.

jeongin was crying by the time the scene came up on the screen, and he turned to look at you as your bottom lip quivered at the scene, your eyes pouring the liquid from your eyes. jeongin hugged you tightly. no words exchanged, only warmth, to give comfort to one another. after his second and third watch, it seems like every time he watches it, he cried like a baby each time. (me with meet the robinsons)

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mysecretlittlelibrary · 1 year

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Wash Day With The Moonknight Boys

Pairing: Moonknight trio x Black!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: None, if it wasn't obvious these are self indulgent fluff PALACES

Genre: fluff

Summary: What wash day is like when the moonknight boys drop by for a visit

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You toss the last bit of hair into your wastebin as you finish taking down your braids.

"Hey, y/n, where are ya sweetheart?" You hear from your living room. Oh. You didn't even hear the sliding door to your balcony open. Apparently your one of your boyfriends is getting much better at sneaking in. It was Marc's voice shouting for you but it's equally likely that Jake had gotten in for him.

"Bedroom!" You shout back, pausing the series you started to get through taking out your hair.

"What're you doing babe?" Marc leans against your doorframe.

"It's wash day so- I just finished taking down my braids." You say standing from the floor to greet him with a kiss.

"Wash day, huh?" He hums.

"Yeah, what brings you by?" You ask.

"Nothing specific, we just missed you. Hope we're not inconveniencing you too much."

"You're never inconveniencing me, don't be ridiculous. Hi Steven, hi Jake, by the way."

"Hello love." Steven smiles quickly.

"You guys are so much better at switching these days." You muse.

"It helps that we aren't hiding from each other anymore. Hello mi vida." Jake shrugs with a lazy smirk.

"Yeah that might help." You giggle.

"So, reinita, what're your plans for the evening? Just washing your hair?" Jake asks.

"Well, that alone is going to take an hour, but I do also have to do something after so that it's manageable tomorrow."

"Are you braiding it again?" Steven's back now, always the most inquisitive.

"Not in the immediate future. I think I'll wear it out for a bit." You shrug.

"Really?"

"Yes lovely."

"Mm I love when you wear your hair out." Marc hums.

"I didn't realize you've seen my hair out?" You frown.

"You know just because you didn't meet me right away doesn't mean I didn't see you before you knew about us."

"I mean I know but in the beginning I hardly wore it out even around Steven. I think I had braids when we met."

"You did." He nods. "I'd like to backtrack though, you said washing your hair takes an hour?"

"Yes."

"Wait how long do the braids take then?"

"To put in or take out?" You laugh.

"Both?"

"Depends on the style. The braids I just had take like 5 hours to put in by myself on a good day and maybe 4 to take out because I can cut them and do much less unbraiding than braiding. But of course that's if I don't get distracted or hungry. Usually I just dedicate a whole day to anything hair related." You shrug.

"Oh- do you just always plan it around whenever we're occupied with Khonshu?"

"No actually that's usually just coincidence, but I do try to make sure we're not supposed to have plans that day. Like today."

"We're really sorry-"

"Don't apologize Steven. I already said you weren't a bother. I love that you all came to surprise me. I just have to wash my hair first then we can order food and watch a movie once I've finished." You say.

"Wait what should I do while you wash your hair?" Steven asks.

"Uh I got some new books on the shelf if you wanna check them out. Or you could watch something, I'm not sure Steven there's 3 of you I'd hope you can manage the hour my love." You chuckle.

"We can manage he's just clingy my vida." Jake rolls his eyes.

"Be nice now Jakey, I love Steven just as he is. Don't make him feel bad about it." You nudge him grabbing a spare t-shirt and your wide tooth comb.

"Sure thing. See you in an hour. Should I order food?"

"We'll wait to order since I'll be a while." You step into the bathroom. You take several minutes to soak your hair before you shampoo. After massaging your scalp for a while, you rinse it out. You cut the water off and put conditioner in your hair. You hear a knock on the bathroom door once you start working through your hair with a comb.

"Are you done love?" Steven's voice is muffled through the door and you giggle.

"No, not yet. I did say I'd be a while lovely." You tell him.

"I know but I was grabbing a phone charger from your room and I heard the water stop."

"Yeah- because I'm about to spend at least 30 minutes detangling it and if I kept the water on it would surely go cold before I get out." You explain. You hear the door crack open before he speaks again.

"Thirty minutes?! That's so long to just stand in silence."

"Well usually I listen to music while I wash my hair but I didn't bring my speaker today so I was probably just going to sing or something."

"Did you want company?"

"You want to sit in the bathroom while I detangle my hair?" You stop detangling for a second to look towards him even though you can't see him through the shower curtain.

"Only if you'd like, to help pass the time, you know? I can talk about our assignment for Khonshu last night, or work today, or the book I've been reading lately. I can also grab your speaker if you'd rather just-"

"You can stay Steven. Come on in baby." You say with a smile. Marc and Jake make fun of him for being clingy but you actually think his tendencies are cute. Even if it means he wants to hang with you while you wash your hair. It's endearing, even if he won't outwardly say it, that he wants to be close to you at all times.

"What should I talk about then?"

"You had a mission for Khonshu yesterday?"

"Yes, I was off work and Jake was bored so, ended up basically running an errand."

"Was it interesting at all?" You ask.

"More interesting than doing nothing but as far as missions for him go, it was very tame." Steven says.

"I hope that silly old bird is being nice to you all." You hum.

"He's not any worse than he's ever been. Still a cranky old deity." He laughs.

"Well tell me about this errand Jake had to run." You tell him. Steven launches in a retelling of their latest Khonshu mission while you finish detangling your hair.

"I'm turning the shower back on but keep talking baby." You tell him once you're finished taking knots out of your hair and scrubbing your skin with bodywash.

"Oh- has it been a half hour already?" Steven asks.

"Probably. I mean I did start before you came in here but I only know how much time I've been in here when I have music to mark the passage of time." You say rinsing first your body and then your hair. When you finally push back the shower curtain and grab your towel Steven is smiling at you.

"Hi." He says.

"Hello, I'd ask if you miss me but, you were in here for half the time I was here." You giggle, tying your t-shirt around your hair to dry yourself off.

"I didn't realize how much effort goes into your hair." Steven tells you.

"I don't usually talk about it. It's never really comes up, but I mean if you have any questions you can ask." You say leaving the bathroom. Steven follows you to your room.

"I don't have anything to ask right now but I'll keep that in mind. Should we order food now?"

"Sure, what do you want?" You ask putting on lotion and looking for clothes. You throw on a pair of shorts and one of your hoodies before Steven answers. "Steven?" You frown at him.

"Steven and Jake are arguing. We're ordering pizza because it'll be another hour before they agree on something." Marc says.

"Alright, pizza it is." You laugh grabbing your phone. You order a large pizza for you to share with them and walk out to the living room with Marc behind you.

"I can't believe Steven sat in there talking your ear off while you washed your hair." Marc muses sitting on the couch.

"Don't start. You know I think it's cute." You smack is arm as you sit beside him and turn the TV on.

"You're so soft on him."

"Because he's my boyfriend? Just like you and Jake- don't pretend I'm not soft to all of you." You roll your eyes.

"I don't need soft." Marc scoffs.

"You sure about that?" You ask carding your fingers through his hair.

"Now that isn't fair." He says with a pout as he instinctively leans into your touch.

"I'm soft, no one said anything about fair." You smile unwrapping your hair to dry it with the shirt you tied it in.

"Don't you own a blow dryer?" Marc asks.

"I do, somewhere, but I try not to use it if I can help it. Air drying is the best way so I usually stick with that. Especially since it'll have all night to dry completely after I twist it later." You shrug. Marc takes the t-shirt from you and takes over drying your hair.

"You're gonna twist it later? Won't that take a while?"

"Depends on how many. It usually takes an hour or so and they don't have to be super nice because I'm gonna take them out in the morning. It's just to keep it from tangling while it dries so it's not a nightmare to style tomorrow." You shrug.

"No wonder you dedicate an entire day to hair related activities." Marc snorts. You're a little surprised to notice he's mimicking what you'd been doing to dry your hair. You know he pays attention to detail when it comes to you but he picked it up rather quickly, even for him.

"I can't help but wonder how long you thought all this stuff that I do takes." You muse.

"I've never thought about it really? Steven says 'not nearly as long as it does take' and Jake has never given it much thought either."

"Right well, as they say, you learn something new everyday I guess." You shrug.

"Is twisting it hard?"

"Not at all actually. It's easier than some of my protective styles that I keep in for extended periods of time."

"So- we could learn to do it, theoretically? If we wanted to help or something."

"You- could. Theoretically. Are you offering to help?" You ask with a small laugh.

"Maybe. Just wondering if it's even possible for us to help you."

"Of course it is. If any of you want to. But that'll be after we eat anyway." You shrug.

"Well- if we can, maybe we will."

"That would be very sweet of you." You muse. He mutters an affirmative as if he's reluctant to admit he wants to help. They're all so bad with words it's both hilarious and adorable.

"Your hair is- really nice. Very soft." He says dropping the t-shirt on the arm of the couch next to him.

"Thank you." You say. You run your fingers through your hair. It's not fully dry but you're sure the shirt is too wet to really take anymore moisture out of it so this will do for now. It'll probably be better by the time you eat and set out to teach your clueless boyfriends how to style your hair. You're as happy to include them in things as they are happy to be included- even if they don't outright say how much it means to them.

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the-grimm-writer · 2 years

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i'm obsessed with that scream thirst, could you make a fic with billy and stu with the reader plsssss

everytime i think im out of my scream obsession im dragged right back in and i love it <3

based on this!

everyone is 18+ mdni

warnings: noncon, oral (m receiving) knife play, violence, slight gore, mentions of death, blackmail, some praise, lots of threats, corruption kink, tag team

"Wake up, baby." A groan escaped your lips as you moved to get away from whoever was trying to wake you up.

"Go away," you mumbled sleepily, temporarily unaware of the two masked men standing over your bed.

When the shaking got rougher you shot up on your bed, about to whine to one of your siblings or parents that you would be up in a couple minutes and to get out of your room but snapped out of your sleepy trance the moment you noticed the two masked figures looming over your bed.

One of them stayed still while the other waved at you. "Wakey, wakey. It's time to scream."

Staying in your small home town of Woodsboro and going to the community college that was the next city over had seemed like a good idea. It had always been a fairly safe place, except for the serial killer recently on the loose.

Terrifying as it was, you were like everyone else. There was no way that the killer would target you, an average person, right? You wished now that you were more paranoid, more cautious.

Because serial killers didn’t use logic, there was no reason to murder innocent people. Why would you be any different?

There was no way. There was no fucking way this could happen to you of all people.

"As much as I'd like to hear those pretty screams of yours, don't you fucking dare unless you want my buddy over here to kill everyone in this house."

You immediately nodded your head, not wanting your family to get hurt.

"Good girl. Now we're going to play a game. You like games, don't you (Y/n)?"

They both chuckled when you shook your head back and forth.

"Well you'll love this one."

“Here it is, we’re gonna play “guess who the killer is!”. You have three chances to guess our identities.”

“And if I lose?”

“You already know what we’ll do.”

The duo was met with a long, silent pause as you tried to think hard. Your mind went blank, and it was like you forgot the names of everyone you had ever met. You almost didn’t want to play along, they didn’t tell you what they’d do if you win. Would they make your death quick? Show you some mercy instead of torturing you?

"Answer." Tears spilled down your cheeks as the knife pressed harder against your throat, the sharp blade just about to cut into your skin.

You thought about everyone in your classes. The close friends, boyfriends and girlfriends, everyone. You stared at the blank mask as you thought about it. They hid their identity well, looking gender neutral for the most part. Even though you were sure that they were using a voice box to change their voices, you could tell that they were men, at least the one holding onto you was.

That at least narrowed it down. These two had to be best of fucking friends if they were were murdering people together.

You thought about your classmate, about Tatum, who had recently got murdered. She was the most shocking death out of everyone, you’d talked to her a few times before she died, she was a sweet girl.

Then you thought about her friend Sidney, who had just recently went missing. And the two that brought them together... Their boyfriends.

As shocked as you were, you couldn’t say you were too shocked. They were strange, you didn’t like the way they stared at you. Luckily you had been able to avoid them for the most part, until the girls were erased from the picture.

“Billy,” you let out a shaky breath. Judging by the way they both stiffened you were correct. "Stu and Billy.”

The one in front of you sighed and shook his head. “That’s too bad. Looks like we have to kill you now. Don’t you know the rules of a horror movie, (Y/n)? Killers never let their victims know their identity unless they’re sure they’ll never tell.”

“Any last words, baby?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, you should have figured. Why would they let you live after finding out who they were? You were trying to brace yourself for the pain that was bound to come that you didn’t see them taking off their masks.

Obnoxious laughter filled your ears and you only opened your eyes when you felt the cold metal withdraw from your throat.

"You should've seen your face," Billy laughed. "Did you really think we would do all of this just to kill you? That's cute."

“Yeah, we would never dream of killing ya, (Y/n),” Stu chimed in, moving your body so you were on top of him, your head resting on his chest.

Billy had a mischievous smirk on his face. "You've been so good for us so far, why not let us give you a reward?"

Shaking your head, you weakly tried pushing them away as Stu worked on pulling off your shirt and Billy grabbed your leg and held it up, his other hand snaking to your shorts, hooking his fingers to it and your panties and yanking them down.

You whimpered, your body being so exposed to them. Four hands ran down your body.

Stu grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and pinching and twisting your hard nipples while Billy grabbed your ass.

You gasped as Billy looked you in the eye, the palm of his hand rubbing your pussy. You whimpered, but the satisfied look on his face told you that he took it as a moan.

“Ya have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for this baby,” Stu whispered in your ear, grinding against you.

“Stop!” You tried to sound tough, but they just laughed. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to get rid of the wetness that gathered up from Billy’s hand, uncomfortable and ashamed.

Stu pushed you back, making eye contact with his best friend as they shared a nod. You were on your hands on knees. You looked away from Billy standing in front of you, getting undressed.

Billy looked down at you, a grin on his face. "I feel any teeth and those friends of yours are getting gutted next, alright?"

You were about to nod your head when Stu thrusted into you, making you cry out. You felt so warm, your wet cunt stretching and sucking him in. And Billy didn’t waste any time, the moment your lips parted he pushed his cock into your mouth, neither of them letting you adjust.

“Fuck so tight,” Stu gasped, throwing his head back and smacking your ass. “Worth the wait.”

Stu was slower than Billy, the moment he bottomed inside you he waited for a moment. He wanted to keep going, but he wasn’t that bad. He knew it had to hurt, and you were rocked against him every time Billy thrusted into your mouth.

So he waited, well experienced enough to find your clit, rubbing soft circles into it before he slowly started to pick up the pace. Your body was fast to respond to it, the sensitive nerves making your gummy walls clench around him.

Stu was more experimental, paying close attention to every way you reacted with each push. He knew what he was doing, they both did.

You gasped, barely able to breath as Billy’s cock slid down your throat. You made sure that you didn’t use teeth like he demanded, but you’d never done this so you just let him continue having full control. You felt like a rag doll, being used by the both of them at once.

“That’s it baby,” Billy groaned, hand tangled in your hair and gripping it hard. You gagged against him, letting tears stream down your face freely.

You wondered what would happen if your parents just so happened to walk in, see their beloved, squeaky clean daughter getting violated by two serial killers in the worst way possible.

Would they try protecting you? Or would they be disgusted, disowning you on the spot. None of them would be good. All of them would end in the same outcome, you were afraid.

Those were your thoughts, yet you were disgusted as your body was betraying you, feeling yourself jolt and whine every time Stu hit a sensitive spot inside you.

It made you almost wish that they would be harsher with you, the pleasure was crueler in a way.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to think of anything else but your head was spinning, so many feelings that you’d never felt in your life overwhelming you.

“Fuck, I think she’s gonna cum, I can feel it.” Stu squeezed your hips, pushing into you faster.

Your body shook from the pleasure as Billy looked down at you with a satisfied look in his eye. “Told you she’s the one for us. Who else could take us both so good?”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach from the praise, and you felt a heat at your core.

It almost felt like you had to pee, the sensation growing until you couldn’t take it anymore and you felt yourself release for the first time. It was more powerful than you could’ve ever imagined.

You moaned against Billy, feeling like you were about to blackout as you road your orgasm out, letting you blissfully forget about everything for just a moment.

You felt him throbbing inside you, barely picking up the way Billy started fucking your throat harder, liquid sliding down your throat that caused you to quickly swallow.

You were still tired, your mind hazy. You didn’t even know that Stu had finished until he picked you up and threw you onto the bed. The two quickly followed, sandwiching you in between them.

It made you feel suffocated, but something told you you'd have to get used to it. Your heart dropped, your cheeks burning with humiliation as you fully processed what you had just went through. You closed your eyes, refusing to let yourself sob and risk waking anyone up.

"You know, we see ourselves in you," Stu mused, grabbing the knife from your nightstand and dragging it down your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "We've seen the way you look at some of our classmates when you think nobody's looking."

Billy looked down at you. "You know the saying... If looks could kill? Well now we're going to make it a reality for you."

Your blood ran cold, not liking where this was heading.

"And you'll seal our cover," Stu added with excitement. "The two golden boys and sweet little (Y/n). Nobody's ever gonna suspect us. We can do whatever we want!”

You desperately wanted to argue. Sure, you had thought about harming people before. Getting revenge, even murdering someone. But that wasn't who you were, it was always intrusive thoughts, you always reassured yourself.

Yet you couldn't find yourself able to immediately say no. Your life wasn't the only one at stake, after all. You had a family to protect as well.

"What if-" You paused for a second. "I don't want to hurt anyone? I don’t want to be a killer.”

Billy chuckled. "Oh, of course you can say no." He waved the knife around before reaching out to hand it to you. "But don't be surprised when everyone you've ever loved starts dropping like flies."

Stu wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against your shoulder and looking at you. "It'd be a blood bath," he sighed. "Sounds like a blast!"

Blood was going to be spilled no matter what, and as selfish as it was, you'd much rather it be someone else than you or your family.

With a shaky hand you took the knife, trying not to cry as they grinned down at you.

"Good... Now tell us who our next victim is, baby."

#tw noncon #tw knife play #yandere scream #yandede billy #yandere billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #yandere stu #yandere stu matcher #stu matcher x reader #scream x reader #scream x you #billy x you #yandere dbd #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling

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deeply-unserious-fellow · 6 months

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Frozen genuinely works SO MUCH BETTER as a stage show then it does as a movie, probably because with musical's you have a lot more time to unpack everything, and Frozen is a VERY heavy story. Anna and Elsa's trauma is given so much more room to be explored in the musical because it doesn't need to be condensed for plot progression. We're allowed to just pause everything for like 3 minutes just to get a glimpse into what's going on in Elsa's mind, which I feel we really didn't get enough of in the original film. The extra time also gives them more of a chance to flesh out Anna and Kristoff's relationship, which, while I still think pairing them off at the end was unnecessary at BEST, does at least make them getting together make more sense then it does in the movie. They were also allowed to lean into the darker aspects of the story a lot more, since parents are less likely to take their kids to see a broadway show than they are to take them to a movie theater. The horror Elsa feels at the prospect of hurting people, or more specifically Anna, again is touched on so much more in depth in the musical. She also like, actively contemplates suicide that one time? "Do I kill the monster" - Elsa, in reference to herself. That would NOT have flown in the movie, I'll tell you that much. They're also allowed to be much hornier??? Which isn't necessarily a good thing, more neutral all things considered, but it is funny so I'll count that as a plus lmao.

Weirdly though, despite all the extra time, they did not take a minute to properly foreshadow Hans being the twist villain. Which you knew I had to bring it back to because complaining abt that fucking plot twist has been the only thing I've done in this fandom so far. In fact, I'd say the reveal is almost WORSE on stage, because they can't use all those camera angles that help build tension in the movie, and because the twist is so out-of-left-field there's literally no way to know it's coming unless you've already seen Frozen, which tbh I think the people that intially adapted the movie for broadway might've taken for granted. They took the time to give Hans his own solo number with TWO REPRISES, but don't take a moment to show the audience that he's actually the bad guy until the "if only there was someone who loved you" moment. Tbh it's kinda ironic, since the Hans plot twist is the #1 thing people tend to have a problem with in the original movie. My biggest issue with the Hans plot twist overall is that it really clutters the movie and just feels like a weird aside that distracts you from the actual. Plot. But since they have more room to work with it in the stage show, it didn't have to be that way! If they had revealed Hans' true intentions during, idk, maybe the end of the first Hans of the Southern Isles Reprise, it would've helped build tension in the later scene, because WE understand that Anna is in danger, but SHE doesn't. But alas, complaining about writing chocies you didn't like on the internet won't change them, so I am forced to look on the bright side. What is the bright side, you may ask?

RYAN MCCARTAN AS HANS THATS WHAT!!!!!!!

#also! shout out to the broadway version replacing First Time In Forever(reprise) with I Can't Lose You!!!#it's just the superior song tbh #frozen #frozen musical #broadway frozen #idk how to tag help #frozen elsa #frozen anna #why don't they have last names and if they do CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME!?!?!?!?#queen elsa #princess anna #kristoff bjorgman #hans of the southern isles #hans westergaard #late night ramblings #fronalysis #gal overanalyzes random shit

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Road Trip Pt. 3

Summary: You were finding it hard to deal with Steve, and it was only 3 hours into the road trip. How could you possibly last 2 days? Words: 3.9k

Warnings: Smut 18+ (minors I will tell your mothers, leave now!!), angst smut, enemies to lovers, smut and more smut, one-bed trope-ish, dirty talk, oral sex, swearing, partial angry sex?? idk if there's more

//this is my first time writing smut, I did so much research on this, idk how good it'll be but it is something! It is words!

The front door slammed closed in front of you as you grappled with the idea that Steve had just placed in your head.

He thought you were using him?

You paused a few minutes, hoping Steve might feel a change of heart. You honestly didn't expect him to say that. You thought he would say he didn't want to do this anymore. That was the vibe you were getting from the minute you stepped into his car. You could feel the tension in the room, and he wasn't even there!

As you waited for Steve longer and longer, you decided to let him take the bed. You detested him, but you wouldn't make him suffer while you snuggled in a warm queen bed alone. The small stained yellow sofa in the corner of the room became your bed. Soon you were turning off the lights in the room and curling up.

Steve was sitting in his car, his head leaning against the freezing steering wheel. He would have slept in his car, but it was way too cold outside, even if he had a million blankets.

Steve always had a vision of how he would have confessed his feelings to you. He would have invited you for a movie night at his house and confessed his feelings over greasy pizza and popcorn. You'd reply with something along the lines of "I like you too," Obviously, Steve knew it would go a little different than that. He'd probably stutter a little when he caught a glimpse of your gorgeous eyes watching him. His hands would start to get clammy as the words "I'm in love with you" catch in his throat before he could tell you. He'd forget his whole speech the minute your sweet laughter filled his ears as you watched him struggle to remember his words.

In his head, he imagined himself already dating you. He could imagine his head in your lap, a book in your hand as you read and slowly brush your soft hands through his tangled hair. He imagined going away with you, sleeping in until the late morning with the sun shining through sheer white drapes on a Sunday.

But that was gone now. His dreams of finally having you in his arms were gone from the moment he heard Tommy talking about you. He tried to date Nancy, hoping that he'd forget about you. He couldn't.

Each time he'd see your face in the hallway, it felt like he was seeing you for the first time. He'd push the image out of his mind. Your loving and kind eyes still had the same feelings for him, even if he couldn't see past the hatred you feigned.

He tried several girls, hoping one of them would make him feel the same way he had felt about you, but to no avail. It was hard for him to move on. He enjoyed his short-lived relationship with Nancy but deep down he still thought of you, he'd never tell you that though. After all, you didn't really care for him, right?

He gave himself a mental pep talk. He saw the lights to your room go off, so he assumed you were falling asleep now. He took a deep breath and pushed his hair out of his face. "It's just one night, then we can get this over with."

If he was being honest, he was hurt by your cold demeanor. He couldn't understand you, that much he knew. He had tried for years to understand why you had affected him and how you'd grown so dear to him, but he couldn't. You were an enigma, a beautiful, cold, confusing enigma. Steve reaches in his pocket for his wallet. He pulls out a picture.

It's you. You're sitting on your bed reading some textbook from a class that he'd probably failed. He always thought the sight was beautiful. The focused look on your face as you curl your legs up to get comfortable, the way your face would scrunch up as you did your homework. It was all perfect. You were perfect.

He takes the small picture between his two hands and rips it in half. Then in half again, and again.

He shoves it into the glove box without a second thought, the small shards of the photograph spreading out as he placed them down. He got out of his car and walked back to your room. Steve felt his face heat up in embarrassment. He ran away from you like a coward.

He unlocked the door, flinching as it started to creak when he pushed it open. He was relieved to see you weren't in his face, ready to argue again. He never wanted to spend another minute with you once he heard the rumor, but now he was sharing a room with his ex-best friend.

Steve glanced over at your sleeping figure curled up on the sofa and sighed in defeat. A small part of him felt terrible for being so harsh and rude to you, however, he had been holding those feelings back for a long time.

He changed into some loose sweatpants and a plain shirt, shivering slightly when the cold air from the fan above the bed finally got to him. He slipped into bed and attempted to fluff up the singular, flattened pillow that the hotel provided. He quickly felt himself drift off into a much-needed sleep. Until he heard shuffling.

He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to bring himself out of the blissful feeling of being half-asleep. The shuffling continued, and he opened his eyes when you sighed and stood up, the aged floorboards creaking underneath you. Steve was a pretty heavy sleeper, but he preferred silence when he was trying to sleep at 5 in the morning.

"Y/n, will you stop making so much noise?" Steve wanted his much-needed rest. He got grumpy when he was tired, something you already knew whenever you'd have sleepovers as kids. He always fondly remembered you giggling late at night because he would have mumbled something in his sleep. The feeling of waking up to your sweet, silent laughter; took his breath away.

"You try sleeping on a tiny old sofa with weird stains. The damn sheet won't stay on." You clutched the extra provided sheet in your hands as you attempted to spread it over the sofa. "Okay, but can you just not make noise?" Steve didn't realize how mean he was.

"Can you not bother me for five minutes? We both aren't getting what we want." You were also grumpy. Steve took this personally.

"Oh, I'm bothering you? I'd say it's the other way around. You know, you're being a real bitch today." you let out a gasp, he knew he messed up. He was too drowsy to realize what words were leaving his mouth. "Who made me act like this? You. You brought this on yourself the moment you asked me to help you burn that fucking lab down. Either you quit acting like I hurt you or I'm hitching a ride and going back to Hawkins." by the end of your sentence, you were right next to the bed with your finger pointed at him. You turned the bedside lamp on as you felt another argument coming on.

"You did hurt me! You were using me for whatever your sick reason was! You probably wanted to use me so you could fuck the popular seniors, is that what it was? I always saw you eyeing that one guy, what was his name?" he didn't know why he was saying this, even he was shocked at what he was saying. All he knew was that you looked absolutely stunning with your messy hair and shorts that barely covered anything. Of course, he thought you looked amazing in anything.

"Seriously? Do you think I was interested in those assholes? How many times do I have to tell you that I wasn't using you! I could have got what I wanted like 2 years ago if that was true!" you rubbed your face tiredly. The people sleeping in the next room were probably silently begging for the noise to stop. He stands up and walks towards you, the scent of his cologne filling the air. You felt your hands clam up as you tried to distract yourself from him. Steve had the perfect view, he could see your lacy bra peeking out of your low-cut tank top. He hated to admit it, but he could never get over you. He'd imagine the way your tits would feel against him while making out.

"Yeah, I'm sure you would have taken off with my money or something too." he was standing now, about 5 inches from you. Your bodies were practically touching. As angry as you were, feeling Steve's warm body heat was something you were starving for during this cold November night.

"You really are delusional. Since when have I even borrowed any money from you? I have my own job, fuck you and your money." you laughed to yourself. The situation wasn't funny, it was just unbelievable how untrusting he was.

"Oh, I'm sure you'd like to, huh, Y/n? Fuck me and use me to get ahead. That sounds just like you." with that, you'd had enough.

You slapped him.

That was new. "I don't know what your fake friends told you about me, but it's not true. If you weren't so obsessed with yourself-" he cut you off by Steve's hands entrapping you against the wall. One hand slips down from the wall to cup your jaw as he pulled you into a frantic kiss. Steve expected you to pull away, but you stayed. The kiss was truly sinful and heated. You'd be an idiot to pull away right now. Steve's large hand cupped the side of your face as he pressed himself against you, his body firm and warm. You shivered from the sudden affection and warmth.

Steve pulled away slowly, his quick breaths fanning against your lips as he was only an inch away from your lips. You wanted to pull him back and take what was so close to you. "No, I was obsessed with you, Y/n. Don't you get it?" he pressed a hand against your lower back, dragging you closer to him. "God you're so hot when you're angry at me.." he chuckles to himself as he leans forward to leave gently sloppy kisses along your jawline.

"You have a lot to make up for, Steve," Steve smirked against your collarbone when he heard a small whimper leave your mouth. "I know, baby. I'll make it up to you. I've wanted to do this for years." he mumbled as he slipped a hand underneath your shirt, inhaling sharply at the feel of your soft warm skin underneath.

Steve pulled away and tugged at your top gently, his lips red and glistening as he held you close to him. Normally, he had good self-control, but around you, when you were in his face with so much emotion. He couldn't ignore the way your perfume drove him crazy the moment you got in his face to yell at him. He couldn't ignore your outfit either. He'd fantasized about this throughout the years, but being here with you now, he was drunk on the feeling of your lips on his, your body so close to him, your soft delicious moans filling his ears. Pure bliss.

He couldn't hold back.

His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips as he breathed out a low groan. "Are you okay with this?" his chest was starting to heave, and you couldn't help but admire the sight. His hair was messy and his cheeks were flushed a light red from excitement. He was exactly what you needed right now. Whether you had a bad past or not, you would throw it away for a chance to make up.

"God yes, Steve. I've wanted this for a long time too.." you could see Steve's eyes light up in amusement. He hums, "Mm, how long, baby? Wanna hear you say it.." His hands traveled to your ass, groping the flesh underneath your sheer, tiny shorts. He'd keep those on if he could, anything to see the delicious sight of you bent over in front of him while reaching for something you dropped. But right now, his goal was to make up for lost time and rude accusations.

"Years.." your breathy moans only fueled the fire growing inside him. He was getting more confident by the minute. You, his long-term crush, were now confessing that you've liked him for years. He could die happy knowing you felt the same way. But then he felt the guilt. The overwhelming, gut-churning guilt.

"Such a good girl..." he started, pulling your thin tank top above your head and aimlessly tossing it aside. "I'm sorry for being so mean, I was being an idiot." He held your waist, both of your hearts practically beating out of your chests.

"Steve, you're forgiven. Just promise me you will come to me before you believe your stupid friends." the words made him physically relax in front of her. He nodded frantically as he ran his hands up and down your torso. "Of course babe. As I said, I was an idiot." He wanted to let you know that he felt terrible. You bit your lip in anticipation and held his face in your hands. "You are an idiot. But you're a really hot idiot." you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers brushing through his thick brown hair as you made out with him.

Steve reached behind you and unclasped your bra, pulling his lips away from yours. "Lay on the bed for me." after he said that, he took that as his chance to take his shirt off. Steve looked up at you from the floor and his face softened. If he could stay in this spot for eternity, he'd be happy. He never realized how much you affected him, but seeing you here so vulnerable and loving. It opened his eyes.

"Jesus you are so hot" he couldn't keep his eyes off of your gorgeous thighs as he stumbled out of his sweatpants. The lamps' golden light shining against your pretty, beautiful figure made part of him want to skip ahead to the good part, but the other part wanted to take his time with you to make up for his behavior.

He crawled onto the bed and pressed a firm, yet loving kiss to your lips. "Is this okay? Will you let me fix my stupid mistakes and make it up to you?" Steve wanted you to know how sorry he was. What better way to let you know than to make love to you.

Once he got your approval, he slid his hands up your torso and gently kneaded your breasts, adoring the feeling of your soft skin. "Fuck this is a dream.." he hums to himself. Steve wanted to tell you how perfect you were in this moment, in every moment in fact. Even when you were mad at him, he still found it difficult to focus when your cute nose would scrunch up at certain words, or the way you'd talk with your arms when scolding him.

"Mm stop teasing, Harrington" he chuckled at your words and pressed light kisses down your chest and stomach. "Just wanna take my time with you, babe. Make up for wasted time." you bit back a moan as his soft lips took his time getting to where you wanted him the most.

Steve positioned himself between your thighs as he paid extra attention to your breasts. "God you're so addictive." you could feel that he was already hard against your leg, and it only turned you on more. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he was hard the moment he saw you walk toward him in your angry rant.

You felt dizzy when Steve pulled your underwear to the side and circled his thumb over your clit gently. After a few seconds, you were already panting underneath him, while he was leaving hickeys on your neck and breasts. His love for your boobs was extremely obvious as he hyper-focused on them while giving your other parts minor attention.

You let out some high-pitched moans and in return, you bit your lip in a poor attempt your shut yourself up. Steve pulled your panties off at a slow pace, admiring how wet you were underneath. "Could feel it through your panties. Tell me what you want, pretty girl. No more hiding those moans, they're too sexy."

If you weren't already a puddle on the floor, his words were making you melt into his touch as he bent down to press light kisses to your inner thighs. You weren't able to answer him, you were too focused on one of his fingers sliding inside you, however, you wanted more.

"Fuck, please.." you were a whining and squirming mess underneath Steve as he sucked on your clit gently. "Please what, baby? Use your words.."

You couldn't speak your mind, as he was adding more fingers and picking up the pace. He pulls his mouth away and gave you a cocky smirk from in between your thighs. "You look so beautiful right now. A mess because of me." he cooed, watching you grind against his hand.

He decided he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled his hand away and you immediately whined in protest. "I know, I know. Such a good girl for me, baby." he kissed you softly, humming in satisfaction as you reached down to palm his boner through the boxers he still had on. "Off.." you mumbled onto his lips, to which he obeyed.

"You still okay with this?" he sat on his knees between your thighs, his eyes wandering all over your body before you could respond. "Yes Steve, please just fuck me already. Been waiting for years." it was the truth, you'd been longing for him and silently begging for fate to turn his head to you.

"Alright baby, I won't keep you waiting any longer." he pulled a condom out of his bag and turned back to see you smirking. "Tell me you didn't plan this.." you laughed, it was music to Steve's ears. He was impossibly harder. "Nope, just happened to have one." he shrugs it off, smiling wider when your arms pull him back into bed.

Steve held your hips tight, you knew there would be bruises the next day but you couldn't care less. All you could care about was him. His warm ragged breaths across your neck, his arms surrounding you, his cock pressed against your entrance making it hard to think of anything but him.

"Damn you drive me crazy, you realize that?" he chuckled and lined himself up, admiring how easy it was for the both of you to be vulnerable. Even despite expressing your hate for each not even an hour ago. "So do you, you're like walking sex." both of you laughed until Steve slid inside you. You both let out a breathy moan, yours louder than his.

"Fuck you feel amazing. I don't know how long I can hold back, baby." you moaned when he started pushing in and out of you at a slow pace. "Don't hold back then. Please, Steve, I need you so bad." god his name on your lips sounded like heaven to him.

His thrusts sped up and every time you'd beg him to go harder or faster, he'd obey. How could he not when the love of his life was begging so sweetly?

You wrapped your legs around Steve's waist. "God you're so perfect for me.." he groans and tightens his grip on your hips, lifting you slightly so he can get a better angle to fuck you at. You couldn't form words or thoughts, you could only hear yourself making moans that definitely woke up the neighbors. "C'mon baby, moan my name please." Steve was surprised he had lasted this long. He assumed he would lose it within one minute once he got inside your warm and wet cunt.

You held onto the sheets as Steve roughly thrust into you, your voice becoming more hoarse by the second. His cock was thicker than anyone you'd been with, and he was hitting all the right spots. It was like he was perfect for you like he knew you inside and out.

Steve moaned your name lightly when he felt you clenching around him. Fuck, at this rate he'd only last a little while longer. "Fuck baby do that again, are you close?" his frantic voice paired with small gasps and grunts brought you even closer to the edge, you felt his nails dig into the fleshy skin on your thighs as he desperately searched for an angle that would drive you crazy. The moans you let out were sinful, to say the least, and they made Steve weak in the knees as he watched your head tilt back in pleasure.

He eventually found that spot and you gasped and moaned his name. "C'mon baby, be a good girl for me and cum on my cock. Please baby." he was practically begging at this point. He wanted you to cum first before he could, and he wasn't going to back down from that.

You were in pure bliss as you felt your orgasm coming. "Steve don't stop, fuck don't stop.." you moaned his name repeatedly, it was music to his ears. He thought he was in heaven.

You came with a loud moan of his name, your legs trembling around his waist as he fucked you through your orgasm. Steve's orgasm immediately followed your own. He let out a breathy groan of your name and a bunch of profanity, his trhusts slow and uneven as his cum filled the condom.

He could stay in this position forever and he would die happy, but he knew he had to get some sleep for the long drive tomorrow. You whined when he pulled out of your sore, used cunt. "I know, let me help you out baby." he brought you a some water and anything else you might need.

"I'm sorry for treating you like shit, I was stupid to not come to you ask about the rumor. God you have no idea how mad I am with Tommy and Carol right now." he chuckles, but you didn't. This made him worry.

"It's okay Steve, are we dating now or was this a one time thing?" you were terrified that you had been another notch in his belt. Steve frowned and pulled you close, covering your tired sweaty bodies with the thin hotel blanket. "Y/n, now that I finally have you...I am never letting you go."

"Never?" you turned to look at him, catching his gaze of pure love and admiration.

"Never."

//sorry if the smut wasn't the best, it's my first time writing smut! there will be one more short little drabble as part 4!

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