#wow look at me with another mama's boy

[kendyzzlewp]

The Right Decision || ART DONALDSON

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pairing: art donaldson x fem!reader

summary: you’ve come to a big scary decision but it’s okay because Art supports you. no matter what.

tags: married art, working mom female reader, they have kids, basically the conversation that tashi should’ve had with art when he wanted to retire lol

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“I have to tell you something but I don’t want you to get upset. Just listen.”

Art looks away from the tv, his mouth falling automatically into a frown. You stand next to the couch, your fingers fidgeting with your wedding ring. A habit you picked up on when you first got engaged.

“I might cry,” you warn, already feeling the tears sting the edge of your eyes. “But it’s not because I am sad or anything. I just have anxiety.”

His frown deepens and he instantly turns off the television, giving you his full attention. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

With a heavy sigh, you drop down onto the couch next to him. “I’m struggling at work,” you admit, the embarrassment creeping behind your neck like a tick. “I can’t do it anymore. The demand, the constant traveling. It’s keeping me away from you and the boys. I hate it.”

Art scoots closer to you, his strong arm wrapping around your shoulders. “Yeah,” he says softly. “We hate being away from you too.”

“I want to be home,” you say, turning your head to look at him. “I want to be here for them. I feel like I’m missing out in everything. I want to be a good wife and a good mom. I want to cook dinner and help with homework. I want to clean—god I miss cleaning.”

Art chuckles quietly, pushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Baby, I-“

You cut him off because you already know what he was going to say. That you should’ve quit that job the moment you found out you were pregnant. But you weren’t a quitter, you saw things through to the end but this… this was just too much.

“Yes, I know,” you say quickly. “I should’ve quit years ago but I just didn’t want to take advantage of you. You trained so hard to be where you are. I’m not entitled to it just because I’m your wife.”

You could feel Art tense beside you, he couldn’t understand how you could think that. With a gentle touch, his fingers grab your chin, forcing you to stare into those ocean eye that made you weak.

“You are the mother of my children and the love of my life,” he firmly states. “You are entitled to every part of me. You took care of me, held it down for us when I first turned pro. Let me take care of you.”

Cue the waterworks. You always told him that if the tennis thing didn’t work out, he could look into being a writer. The sincerity in his voice, the love in his eyes, the kindness of his touch really made you fall in love all over again.

“We have more money than we know what to do with. If it quitting your job brings you peace, then do it. Be a stay-at-home mom or get another job if it’s what you really want. And please, cook for us again, I don’t think I can keep eating dino nuggets.”

A watery laugh escapes your lips as you grab the bag of his neck, pulling him closer. “Thank you,” you whisper before pressing your lips to his. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

The sounds of tiny footsteps, thundering down the hallway capture both of your attentions. Your twin boys, Jackson and Eli, burst into the living room.

They are the perfect mixture of you and Art. Their blonde curly locks, your skin tone, his stunning blue eyes and your nose. You couldn’t help but to stare of them in slight awe, eternally grateful to be able to be their mom.

“Mama, look!” Eli exclaimed, climbing up onto your lap. “I drew a dino.”

You took the paper in your hand, gasping dramatically. “Wow, this looks so good bear.”

Jackson, the more reserved of the too, quietly climbed onto Art’s lap. He snuggled into his chest. “I drew something too,” he says, handing a paper to Art.

Art shows you the paper with a fond smile. “Wow, buddy. Is that our family?”

He nods, a small smile on his face. “Yeah, you, me, mama and Eli.”

Your heart swelled at the picture perfect moment. Sitting there basking in the love of your family you realized the decision you had to make. It wasn’t a hard one at all.

“I have some great news,” you say as the four of you cuddle closer. “Mama is going to be home all the time now.”

Eli jumps excited on your lap, his eyes wide and curious. “No more trips?”

“No more trips,” you confirm, ruffling his hair.

Jackson lifts his head from Art’s chest. “Really?”

Art smiles, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Really,” he confirms. “Mommy is ours now!”

The boys cheer, jumping from the couch and pulling your hand. Both of them babbling excitedly about playing and painting and snacks. You turned to look at Art, smiling widely.

“Thank you,” you say, tears threatening to fall again.

He smiles, tilting his head. “No, thank you.”

[rbfclassy]

STILL IN LOVE! #1 — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…

INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader & toji have two kids, megumi is readers bio son, jealousy, smut, angst, arguments, alcohol, drinking problem, family problems, arguing in front of kids, toxic behaviors, crying, mentions of divorce

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

ex husband! who stops by your house to drop your kids off after their weekend with him. He’s walking your daughter, Naya, and Megumi to the front door, smiles adorning their chubby little faces. “Hi, mommy!” Naya giggles, running to hug you. Toji is walking slowly behind Megumi, ruffling the little boys hair.

“Hi, baby.” You smile, kissing her cheek. “You two have fun with daddy?” You hug Megumi as well, kissing the top of his head.

“Yeah, we met dad’s new girlfriend,” the little boy casually says as he walks past you and into the house to place his stuff down. Your raise your eyebrows in surprise, eyes following your sons figure before he disappears into the house.

“She’s in the car! Her name is Yoko!” Your daughter giggled before following her brother. You awkwardly clear your throat as it was only you and toji standing outside.

“Girlfriend, huh?” You force a smile, rubbing your palms on your jeans as you stare at him.

“Yeah, those two beat me to it before I could say anything,” he chuckled. “How was your weekend, though, mama?” He tilts his head slightly. The familiar nickname now a normal thing between you two ever since you gave birth to your two kids. From the looks of it, it seems like Toji won’t break out of the habit of saying it.

"Wow, well...congrats." You smile. There was a burning sensation in your chest, a ringing in your ears as you stared at the man in front of you. It was wrong of you to feel this way about the situation, to feel jealous. Toji was your ex husband, you two cut ties over a year ago.

"Yeah, thanks." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. The thing about you and Toji is that there was still something there that neither of you wanted to confront. The sex that you both still had with each other wasn't just casual sex, him whispering in your ear how much he missed you. How he'd hold you after and gently kiss your lips reminded you of the times you were still together. The nights he slept over and stayed for breakfast, bonding like one big family. How he still brought you gifts for your birthday and valentines day despite not being together. You weren't sure what to make of it, but knowing Toji, you knew not to take him seriously.

He was a player before you met him and you wouldn't be surprised if he ended becoming a player again. And that was the case exactly. As much as you told yourself not to fall for all his little tricks, you still found yourself doing it anyway. He was your husband for over five years, he was the father of your children. How could you not? It's why you feel so jealous now. It only seems that he was using you and playing you before he found himself another girl to entertain him. Of course, what more could you expect?

"Okay, I'll see you next weekend, mama." He turned around so effortlessly, walking off of your doorstep with a small wave.

"See you," you nonchalantly replied. Your eyes followed his figure as he got into his car, watching him kiss the new girl he had eyes for. Would it be wrong for you to say you were still in love with your ex husband?

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Could you poly!maraduers x reader with now a baby? Since i believe that you've made some pregnant ones, and i just can't imagine them taking care of a cute little baby🥹🥹 please do when reader is postpartum

Poly!Marauders x Postpartum!Reader

a/n: i hope this is good! i wasn't sure if you wanted reader to have postpartum depression or not, so if you do let me know and i'll write another part !

You groaned at the sound of your baby’s cries. Turning, you nudged whichever boy was next to you at the moment. 

“Whoever’s turn it is, it’s not mine.” You mumbled, attempting greatly to fall back asleep.

“It’s Jamie’s turn.” Sirius let out grumpily.

Remus yelled out. “Jamie!!”

“Huh? What?” James responded, shooting up from his lying position. 

“The baby.” You groaned again.

“Oh. OH!” He jumped up from the edge of the bed, and ran to the baby’s room.

You leaned up on your elbow to see him shushing and cooing the baby on the monitor. He brought the baby close to his chest, and your heart melted seeing the baby calm down at his touch. 

You leaned back down and shut your eyes, feeling Sirius embrace you. 

When you woke up, all of the boys were out of bed and you glanced at the alarm clock. Wow, 11AM. You hadn’t slept that late since before you got pregnant. You rolled out of bed, sliding on your slippers and putting on your robe. 

You entered the kitchen after freshening yourself up, seeing all three (wait, you guess it was four now?) of your boys there.

“And here comes the broomstick!!” You heard Sirius call, and your baby boy looked up at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. 

He ate the food while still staring at Sirius lovingly, and you could see your boys admire him in his highchair from just their kitchen seats. 

“Hi my loves,” You greeted, taking a seat next to Remus, who gave you an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

“Mama!” Your baby laughed when seeing you, and silence struck in the room for seconds before complete chaos erupted.

“What did he say?”

“Mama? Did you say Mama?”

“Say that again, honey!”

Your baby looked around defensively before looking back at Sirius and making grabby hands for the food. Sirius was distracted looking at you though. You had your hands up to your mouth and tears in your eyes. 

Remus rubbed your back comfortingly. “Baby? Are you alright?”

You sniffled, moving your hands from your mouth. “Yes, yes. I’m just…so happy.”

Your baby looked at you and smiled big, making grabby hands towards you. “Mama!!”

You leaped up from your chair, tears flowing down your face, and lifted your baby from his highchair. He giggled as you held him close, swaying back and forth.

“Oh my love, we love you so much.” You whispered to him, continuing to sway. “Your daddies and I love you so so much.”

[bananami]

and just like that i’m back on my nanami bs. i hope this helps you all heal from the trauma that was season 2 of jjk <3 (cw: pure fluff, dad!nanami, wife!reader, sex is alluded to a number of times, nanami is just desperate for his wife ok)

“he just passed out, he usually naps for a good 30 minutes. i can do it in 20.”

you can’t help but laugh at your husband. ever since adopting yuuji the two of you have been adapting to your lives with a toddler. that included very limited one on one time, and it was taking a toll on nanami.

“i have to fold the laundry,” you’re tone is apologetic but your face tells him you find this amusing.

“you’re the greatest multitasker i know.”

you feel his arms wrap around you as you continue to fold yuuji’s t-shirts. the kid was so messy sometimes, it caused him to go through his entire closet in a weeks time. “we need to seriously go shopping and get him more things to wear.” you spun around to wrap your arms around his waist. “your child is a dirty little gremlin.”

“your husband is trying to be one too but you won’t let him act on it.”

“you are not gonna be 20 minutes, you say that but you’re not quick with it anymore old man.”

“who are you calling old man? i’m spry for my age.”

“see, you even sound like an old man.”

“an old man who just wants to show his wife how much he still loves her.” his hands slide up and down your back, holding you to him and bringing his lips to yours. “i love you. i miss you.”

“i miss you too kento,” you let him take his time kissing you. “ok, what if-“

“i love where this is going already.”

“i haven’t even told you.”

“the prospect of things makes me excited. really gets me going.”

you giggle, “so repressed.”

“you have no idea, it’s taking everything in me not to turn you around and accost you right here on the dining room table.” he leans his face down to nuzzle and kiss at your neck.

“accost?”

“accost. respectfully.”

you tighten your arms around his waist, satisfied with the heavy affection he’s showing you. “what if i call up gojo-“

“and just like that i’m soft.”

“kento!” you smack him in the back but can’t help the smile that sneaks onto your face. he’s so easy to rile up.

“you know the emotions his name invokes in me. i can’t stand him.”

“i was going to say, what if i called him up to see if yuuji can spend the weekend at his and geto’s place with megumi, and then you and i can have the entire weekend together. just the two of us.”

“i love him.”

“wow, wait until i tell him you said that.”

“i’ll never admit to it.” nanami takes your face into his hands, kissing at your lips over and over until a giggling voice breaks the moment.

“eeeeew!!” yuuji runs forward from the other side of the hallway, jumping up and down at nanami’s feet. “up, up, up!!” and when he does the pink haired little boy leans over to give you a kiss on the nose.

“thank you, yuuji,” you give his nose a kiss in return.

“thank you, mama!!”

nanami narrows his eyes and scratches at the boy’s belly, sending yuuji into another round of giggles at being tickled. “guess who’s house your gonna sleepover at this weekend.”

you send a look toward your husband. “he hasn’t agreed yet, i still have to call him.”

“he’ll agree. because if he doesn’t,” he presses a million little kisses all over yuuji’s face, “i might actually die. and then who will he have to annoy at work?”

“he does like to annoy you.”

“i’m well aware.”

“i’ll call him now.”

nanami sets yuuji down, sending him into the kitchen. before following him, he leans over to give you one last lingering kiss on the lips. “i love you,” his smile lifts into a tiny smirk, “and it is for that reason exactly that i say, with all of the love i can muster, i am going to ruin you this weekend.”

“ruin me?”

“ruin you. respectfully.”

[kimjun]

Package | Bat family x reader

You never stopped to think about being a mother, you are young and it was too early to think. Well, until you meet Bruce Wayne. You met him by accident, really an accident, you ran him over with your bike and then you went out to get to know each other better.

After many meetings, the marriage proposal finally arrived. As said above, you didn't think about being a mother. But marrying Bruce Wayne came with a package.

The first package was Dick.

He was adorable, he was always around you, he bragged to everyone that he had an incredibly beautiful mother. Mom, it was a surprise when you heard that word addressed to you.

It was a Friday, you went to pick Dick up from school because Alfred was on vacation, so you went to Dick's school. You were at the gate waiting, while sending some messages to friends and Bruce, little Dick approaches along with three boys.

—I told you she was beautiful. - Dick points at you, then crosses his arms.

—Wow.- one of the boys says.

—Stop drooling over my mother. –Dick speaks naturally as he gets into the car.

On the other hand, you become paralyzed trying to absorb the new information. When you finally get in the car, Dick hands you a drawing, it's him, you and Bruce.

—You can throw it away if you want. - Dick says, putting on his belt.

You've had this drawing saved for over fifteen years. A memory of the first time you became a mother.

—It's very beautiful, my love, thank you very much.

—Is it okay if I call you mom?

—You are my son, obviously you should call me mother.

Dick is a mama's boy, even at twenty-two he still runs into her arms.

The second package was Jason.

You were already in your pajamas, the calm rain turned into a storm and Bruce was already on his way back. You just didn't expect Bruce Wayne to show up with a boy cowering from the cold.

—Honey.- Bruce looked completely embarrassed. —This is Jason.

The boy looked at you, his beautiful eyes made you sigh with love for your newest baby.

-I am __.

It was a complicated relationship at first, in fact Jason only let you get close to him. He spent time with you at the library, you created a book club that was just the two of you.

It was a trusting relationship, when Jason had nightmares you would always be with him.

—It's okay, love, I'm here.

Jason started calling you mom because Dick did that.

—Are you my mother too? - Jason asked with his mouth covered in chocolate.

—Of course, right, - replies Dick. — If you're my brother, idiot.

He starts calling you mom. And you love the fact that you have two boys. Jason is also a mama's boy. When you learned of Jason's death the world stopped, you fell into a deep depression that you had to hide because Bruce Wayne brought a surprise.

The third package was Tim.

It was a little difficult, it wasn't Tim's fault, you love him, but he came so quickly that you haven't accepted Jason's death yet. The pain is horrible. But Tim needed love and you tried.

Tim heard you lost a son and it was still hard. He saw you crying several times, even though you hid to not show how fragile you are. Then one day, Tim came into the room where you were crying. He climbed onto the bed and hugged you.

—I'm sorry, I didn't want you to feel this pain, mom. - Tim was hugging you.

-Oh my love.

You were healing, Tim was there to help you, he knew you were broken.

-Mother?

-what?

—Nothing, it's cool to call you that.

—How about making cookies? - you smile.

—And coffee?

—You are prohibited from drinking coffee.

Tim is a mama's baby, he's always by your side when you need him, you take care of him with so much love that he just wants to reciprocate.

It is Tim who breaks the news that Jason is alive.

Bruce Wayne doesn't know when to stop and you don't really care.

The fourth package was Damian.

—Are you saying you have a child with another woman?

You need time to understand the situation, when Bruce explains it you still get suspicious. A new kid in the mansion. Harder than Jason as a teenager.

—Damian, it's going to rain, take an umbrella. - you say.

Damian looks at you.

—You're not my mother, you don't command me. - he leaves in a huff, taking the umbrella.

A new member of the book club, Jason was reluctant before accepting that Damian could join the club.

You noticed Damian was slowly approaching. If you are in the kitchen, he will come up to you and ask what you are doing. If you leave, he asks if he can come along. At the market he pushes the cart for you.

-Can I have this? - Damian points to some chocolates. He sighs remembering what Thalia told him.

You pass Damian picking up several bars.

—Yes, you can, my love.

Damian never complained about you calling him baby, living by your side is peaceful because you are a different person than his mother.

Damian wrote you a letter, actually a note.

YOU WANT TO BE MINE MOTHER?

Yes ( ) or no ( )

You thought it was so cute, you squeezed Damian saying yes, you accepted being his mother.

Damian is mommy's little baby to this day, he will always come to you looking for mommy's hugs and kisses.

Bruce Wayne is a big surprise, you love him, you love his children but every time you leave you fear that he will return with another child.

—I love you, but please try to have control, we have too many children. - you laugh.

—I think it's over, don't worry.

-He is sure?

—I think so, I'm going to stop adopting for a bit.

—You need therapy. - you laugh kissing your husband.

—We should have a baby of our own. - Bruce grumbles. You laugh, getting up from the couch.

—We already have too many children. - you scream running to the kitchen.

[yuwuta]

Wow I have been nonstop thinking about tennis king yuuta and his little baby boy I’m going to kill you (affectionate) - @yuutito

teeheeeeeeeee….. here’s some more, aleks :’) enjoy :))))))

“Everybody thinks he looks like me, but I don’t see it that way. Maybe it’s because every time I look at him, I see my wife and I’m reminded of her […] I’m a little biased so I see her in everything.” 

You find yourself with tears welling in your eyes the more you read into Yuuta’s latest magazine interview. Between his sweet quotes and the pictures of him with your son, it’s taking everything in you not to burst into full-blown tears. 

Your boys look so handsome. You and Yuuta shared your concerns with publicizing your child at such a young age, but you two came to the conclusion that you’d rather have the control in the narrative than to let private family pictures be leaked uncontrollably. As another point of reassurance, Yuuta’s career provided him with just enough lime-light to be a household name without the crazy fame and criticism that came along being a true celebrity. Besides—Yuuta talked enough about you and your son in press conferences and interviews that it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. 

The article wasn’t entirely about you, or your family—or at least, you’re sure it wasn’t intended to be; you knew your husband had a knack for rambling about his loved ones, even where work was concerned. As you continue to read, you find a segment where the author compared Yuuta’s current statements with something similar he’d said about you twelve years ago—at the very start of his professional career: “If I owe this [winning Gold] to anybody, it’s my girlfriend. She’s always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. I wouldn’t have qualified or even thought to qualify if it weren’t for her.” 

It feels like you and Yuuta were just two kids in love back then. You didn’t think it could be more than that—you didn’t think you could love Yuuta more than you did all those years ago, but somewhere along the way just being in love wasn’t enough to describe it; Yuuta became your partner, someone you loved fundamentally, but also because you couldn’t stand to see yourself without him. And just when you thought you couldn’t love anyone nearly as much as you love him, you turn the page to a picture of your husband and son peeping through the holes of a racket and your heart feels full. 

When you scan the image more closely, you realize that it isn’t just any racket—it’s an old one, one you’d given to Yuuta as a gift probably back in high-school. You had no idea he’d kept it, but you suppose you shouldn’t be all that surprised; Yuuta is nothing if not sentimental. 

“Ah, there she is~” Yuuta’s voice cuts through your thoughts. When you turn, you see him, with your baby boy on his hip, sliding the back porch door closed. 

Both boys approach you with a smile on your face, and you set the magazine aside to sit up in the lounge chair to greet them. Yuuta presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you do the same to your son. Immediately after, he reaches his arms out for you, and Yuuta chuckles, “You wanna be with your mama? Can’t blame you, I missed her, too.” 

He hands the baby off to you, and takes a seat on the other end of the chair, reaching over to coo at his son as you smother his face in kisses. 

“How was the farmer’s market?” you question, letting the baby settle into your lap. 

“Good, he picked out some very bright peppers, and we got some more strawberries, know you’ve been craving them,” Yuuta smiles, reaching over to pat your son’s head, when the closed magazine catches his eye, and he reaches for it, quickly flipping through, “Ah—I guess that interview’s out. He’s grown so much, even though it was only a few months ago.” 

You find the blush on his cheeks beyond endearing. Yuuta always finds room to be bashful no matter how many times he’s waxed poetic about his love for you, or his family—his cheeks always stain pink like the first day you met him. 

“It’s sweet. You’re sweet,” you smile, sparing a hand to run through Yuuta’s hair, charmed by the way he leans into your touch, “I didn’t know you still had that racket.” 

“Of course, I keep everything you give me,” he says, earnestly. He closes the magazine and scoots a little closer, taking advantage of the proximity and of your touch to lay his head on your shoulder, “Did you… read all of it?” 

“Almost, but no, why?” you question, with a light-hearted grin, “Did you say something that would lead the world to believe you’re somehow even more in love with me? Because you might already be past the threshold, dear.” 

Yuuta hums. He reaches to take you son out of your lap and carefully shifts himself to that he’s laying down, his head on your lap, and the baby in his arms, happily giggling and cooing as Yuuta holds him up. He lowers and raises him back and forth a few times, nuzzling their noses together when their faces are close, before sitting him up on his chest.

Then he tilts his head up to look at you, wide, love-filled eyes blinking slowly before he says, “Maybe… depends on if me saying I want more kids is past the threshold or not.” 

[mncxbe]

Can you write how the hunting dogs would react if jouno is a complete sweetheart to his S/o? If not, That's okay, don't stress yourself ((: <3

Aww this is so sweet I love it. It's a bit sillier than I intended it to be but it kinda matches the group dynamic of the hunting dogs. Hope you enjoy♡

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𝑱ō𝒏𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff/ silly♡

𝑻𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉ō

let's start off with our sweet boy

I feel like he's quite unfazed by Jouno's saccharine affections; he knows that at heart his colleague is a good person

but he still feels awkward sometimes

he's lowkey happy for the two of you and the fact that Jouno finally has a safe space to express his love

Tetchou likes to observe the sweet, little interactions between you (especially when you think no one's watching) and smiles so gently

if Jouno is especially annoying one day he'll tease him about it; "Jouno how can you be so nice to Y/N but so mean to me?"

It was Monday morning and Jouno was once again smothering you with kisses. He only indulged in these affections when he wasn't at the headquarters.

The three of you were currently on a mission and decided to take a coffee break. You and your boyfriend were on one side of the wooden table and Tecchou on the other; awkwardly tracing the outline of the cup he was holding.

"Darling do you want a sip of my coffee? Or maybe a slice of cake or another kiss?" asked Jouno in a playful voice as he leaned in, placing another peck on your plump lips.

"Sai please stop we're in public" you protesed but the tender tone of your voice hinted the opposite. You were enjoying this display of affection just as much as he did; a rosy colour tinting your cheeks as soon as your partner pulled away from you.

Tetchou couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy around you. He felt like an intruder, interrupting such a private and peaceful moment. Nevertheless he felt a warm feeling blooming in his chest as he watched the two of you.

He was happy that his colleagues found comfort in one another and enjoyed your sweet interactions. A childish smile rose to his lips as you leaned in, kissing Jouno's nose.

𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒖𝒌𝒐

she always makes snarky comments about the two of you and teases Jouno, saying that he's growing soft and all that

but in fact shs's really supportive of your relationship

the first time she saw him willingly kiss you in front of them after a mission her heart exploded

if you ever go out together she's like mama y papa, mama y papa

You and Teruko were just about to end one of your infamous girls' night out. Spending half of your salary on expensive dinners and elegant dress you were probably never going to wear was something you did at least once a month.

"Shall I call us a cab, Y/N?" asked the woman as you exited the dimly lit restaurant.

"Actually Jouno's going to pick us up. He said he can also drive you home."

Teruko's brows furrowed, a look of obvious concern on her face "How does a blind man even get a driving license? Is that possible?"

"I dunno. Beats me" you chuckle "But it's Jouno after all."

"Fair enough"

Soon enough a car pulled in front of the two of you and your boyfriend stepped out of it. With a wide smile on his face he pulled you in for a hug, twirling you once.

"How's my beautiful girl doing tonight? Did you have fun?" he asked in a tender voice as he placed you back on the ground.

"As per usual we had a great time" you beamed, urging Teruko to get into the backseat.

Jouno quickly opened the passanger door and, with a bow, gestured you to take a seat.

"Wow Jouno I didn't know you were such a gentleman. Looks like Y/N trained you well" teased the rosy haired woman as your boyfriend occupied the driver's seat, turned on the engine and drove off.

In the rear-view mirror she could see her colleague's lips curl into a sly smile at the sound of her words

"I am always well mannered with beautiful ladies, Teruko." he replied in the same tone.

"But you never opened a door for me or- Wait. Are you saying that I'm ugly you idiot" yelled the young woman, causing you to burst out laughing.

"Just wait 'till we're out of the car Jouno I'll beat your ass." pressed Teruko.

"Hey guys, be civil" you added between giggles.

Teruko pouted, crossing her arms over her chest as she laid back in her seat. She caught a glimpse of Jouno's smirk in the mirror but didn't dare say another word as not to ruin your wonderful evening.

"You're lucky I like your girlfriend. You'd be dead otherwise."

"Yea, yea kiddo. Don't forget to fasten your belt." mocked the man.

Teruko didn't find this conversation amusing; she hated being given a taste of her own medicine but she couldn't deny how happy she was to hear your laughter. You've been friends ever since you joined the Hunting dogs and she knew that getting together with Jouno was the best thing that happened in your life; probably in his too. So she was willing to let the man's jokes slide.

As the three of you drove home Teruko's gaze remained fixated on your pinky, which was loosely interlocked with your boyfriend's on the shifter; a smile rising to her lips.

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out of all the hunting dogs he's the most confused and shocked

what happened to the cold hearted Jouno? he could be arguing with Tetcho about some trivial matters but the second you step foot in the room he has a wide smile on his face and hugs you???

nevertheless he's happy for the two of you and constantly reminds you of that

he does sometimes tease Jouno about it tho but in a sweet way

Tachihara had his suspicions about Jouno's crush on you but he didn't expect you to start dating so soon. It's been two weeks since he last saw his fellow colleagues and he was shocked to find you and Jouno cuddling on the cushioned couch in the back of the conference room.

"Uh... What's that?" he asked Teruko, barely able to conceal his surpirse as he pointed at the two of you.

"Oh them? They've been at it for a week now. Jouno's all over her all the time really they're quite enamoured."

Before he got the chance to reply, the captain stepped foot in the room and announced the beginning of the meeting.

You and Jouno haistly rose from the sofa and occupied your designated seats opposite to his.

During the meeting he kept stealing quick glances at the two of you: that giddy smile never left Jouno's face for a second.

As soon as Fukuchi dismissed you, you all went to your offices to finish the last reports for the day. Tachihara decided not to let this opportunity go to waste and walked after Jouno.

"Hey man. How're you doing?"

His colleague nodded "Quite well actually. And you?"

Tachihara had never heard Jouno sound so light-hearted in his entire life; a sense of pride and joy washed over him.

"I'm great too actually. It's good to be back. What I wanted to say... Congrats. I'm happy for you and Y/N."

Jouno's face turned a light shade of pink upon hearing his words, his lithe fingers adjusting the collar of his vest.

"Thanks, Hara. I'm happy too."

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secretely hoped that the two of you would date from the beginning

he's still surprised by how affectionate Jouno is with you

gives you that half smirk of his (y'all know what I'm talking about) when he sees you holding hands under the table during a meeting or hugging throughout the day

tries to avoid pairing you up on missions cuz there's a big chance y'all get distracted

It was a usual Friday afternoon and Fukuchi had summoned you all in the conference room to hold the weekly debrief meeting.

"So. What's the status of your missions?" he asked in his usual stern voice.

Tachihara was the first to speak. He talked about the Mafia's plans and recent activity but soon started rambling on about what the other mafia members were doing in their free time. Fukuchi didn't interrupt him and actually tried to pay attention to what the redhead was saying but his throughts slowly drifted off to the bottle of sake hidden in his desk.

To take his mind off of the alcohol he scanned the room; his gaze slid idly from Tachihara to Tetchou, who was doing pushups behind his chair then to the opposite side of the table: to you and Jouno.

His lips curled into a smirk when he saw that the white haired man was toying with your fingers in his lap, tracing their outline.

You were doing your best to remain composed as your boyfriend glided his nails along the skin of your forearm. Everyone knew how ticklish you were.

Seeing this innocent display of affection truly pleased the old man, who secretely rooted for you ever since you joined the team. He was however surprised by how doting Jouno was; always by your side, holding your hand, kissing your forehead when he thought no one was watching, allowing you to doze off on his shoulder after a straining mission or buying you cups of coffee from a nearby shop when you needed an energy boost.

Tachihara's voice suddenly snapped him out of his trance.

"Captain, are you still listening?" inquired the redhead.

He quickly striaghtened his back and cleared his throat before speaking.

"Yes, please go on."

And so Tachihara went on detailing Port Mafia's plans while he tried his best to ignore the hushed words you shared with Jouno.

[marymary-diva17]

Mama boys

sully boys x mom reader + sully family

When it comes to lo'ak and neteyam they are your boys, both of them were very special to you and always made you happy. No matter what they did you were supportive of them, and when they were in trouble you will come to defense no matter what they had done. Jake and neytiri could easily see that the boys both were special to you, and it made them happy that you gave them equal amount of love. One of the boys being your child biological and the other one, being your child in adopted or connection in marriage. No matter what happens they will always be your boys.

y/n " the flowers are looking lovely today and are smell beautiful" you were picking some flowers and petals, for the home and for you daughters.

????? " mama"

y/n " yes my teyam"

neteyam " how could you tell it was me"

y/n " a mother always knows my son" neteyam soon came out of the brushes and made his way towards you, with a bright smile on his face.

y/n " so tell me my boy why have you come all the way out here to see me"

neteyam " I want to spend some time with you today, father is away for the day with uncle tsutey and mom is out on the hunt"

y/n " what of you sisters"

neteyam " they are with grandmother today"

y/n " well you are free to join me my boy" neteyam smiled towards you as you look at him, he us growing up so fast all the kids are growing up so fast.

neteyam " thank you mama"

y/n " no we most wait for your brother"

neteyam " lo'ak but he at home I didnt see him ...." soon loak ahd landed near you and neteyam.

y/n " you are getting better my son but you need to work on your movement of your feet"

lo'ak " yes mama"

neteyam " wait you knew he was here as well"

y/n " I know everything about my kids even when you all are trying to be very quite"

lo'ak " so can I join you mama please"

y/n " yes you can my son now come on lets get going both of you, and maybe I can teach you all something today" the boys had nodded their heads and soon followed after you, they were having fun being with you today.

lo'ak " mama why are you studying these flowers, tress, and all this nature"

y/n " because my son there is always something changing in nature, nothing ever stays the same"

neteyam " what do you mean by that mama"

y/n " look here at these flowers you see the older ones have this color right" you were pointing towards one flowers that were a darker shade of blue.

the boys " yes"

y/n " look over that those ones that are the same flower but are bigger and different shade, as these ones have been given more light and water verse the ones down here"

lo'ak " that amazing"

y/n " see my sons nature is will never be the same everything changes, that they why of our lives everything will change over time"

neteyam " will your love for us ever change"

y/n " no my boys I will always love you both no matter what happens, you two will always be my boys"

lo'ak " what if you have another son or mom has another son"

y/n " then I will make my heart open to them will you guys mind if, there a new baby"

neteyam " no it will be fun to have a baby sibling again"

lo'ak " yes and now that I'm older I can help out more we all"

y/n " well if we do have a do baby I want you boys to remember I will always love you in this life and the next"

the boys " yes mama" the boys smiled at you as mother and sons soon went back to walking.

y/n " oh I remember this waterfall"

neteyam " what do you mean mama"

y/n " we'll this is where I and your dad jumped off the cliff to get away from a Thanator that was chasing us"

lo'ak " wow you ran away from and Thanatos wait didnt you rdie one as well during the battle, and help save mom and dad from evil humans"

y/n " yes but that has been many years I don't think I will be able to do that again"

neteyam " that okay mom it so cool you got to ride one I hope one day I can do that it sound amazing"

lo'ak " yeah I want to do it as well mama"

y/n " when my boys I don't know that was random miracle that happen, I cant say if that will ever happen again" the boys had nodded their heads and looked at you. You had smiled back at them soon going on with the rest of the day.

y/n " oh good we made it home just in time" the sun was setting when you and the boys had reached home, after spending a whole day outside in the woods.

lo'ak " thansk for letting us come with you mama"

y/n " any time honey I'm happy you came with me today"

neteyam " it was fine getting to learn new things from you mama"

y/n " well I'm happy to know I was able to teach you boy something"

????? " mama" soon tuk came running towards you with kiri not that far behind her, they seem very happy to see you.

y/n " hello my girls how was your day with grandmother"

tuk " it was good but when we arrived home you were not there"

y/n " that wonderful sweetie and I'm sorry I wasn't home I was, out doing some woerk with your brothers"

kiri " no fair I like coming in your research outing"

y/n " well you can come with me next time honey"

tuk " can I come as well"

y/n " yes you can as well baby"

????? " there you are I was this close of coming looking for you" you soon looked and saw Jake and neytiri walking over to you, and the kids.

Neytiri " ma y/n is seems like your day have been good"

y/n " yes I got some new flowers sample for the research, along with spending time with my sons"

Jake " oh so that where you boys went"

lo'ak " yes well you were busy with the warriors that you train and mom was busy with her group, and our sisters were with grandma"

Jake " well if you boys don't want to have more training with me I understand, after your mama talked with me last night" the boys look at you and soon look at Jake.

neteyam " no dad we want to keep training"

Jake " boys I was just joking around it good you spend equal time with all your parents, that makes me proud"

y/n " now come on lets get home so we can make dinner I'm guessing everyone is hungry" all the kids had nodded their heads and soon the family headed home together. You are happy watching your boys explain everything they learn from you today, a bright smile had grown on your face remember when they were so small and now they are teens. No matter how old they will get they will always be your boys, no matter how many years go by they will always be your sons. You couldn't image what will happen if anything bad happen to either one of them, because you will do anything to keep you son alive and well same for your daughters. The children had become your world and you will do anything to keep them safe and if any harm came to them, ewya bless the person or navi that ever dared to lay a hand on your children.

[lives-in-midgard]

🎄Christmas With The Maximoff Family 🎄

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary: After celebrating Easter and Halloween with Wanda and her kids it's time to celebrate the Christmas season.

Word Count: 945

A/N: Hey everyone! Here is another fic with the Maximoff Family. I think I should really make a Masterlist with the fics I wrote for them as a family now. Hope you enjoy! 💗

Divider made by @saradika.

Prompt 19: Family time AU

(prompt from @buckys-wintersoldier)

Masterlist | Fluffcember Masterlist

It was just a few days after Wanda and you took down the Halloween decorations around the house, and when you asked her to help you move the Christmas decorations from the garage into the house. You had the idea to surprise Billy and Tommy with it when they got home later. So, you and Wanda went to the garage right after breakfast. You looked around and immediately found the boxes with Christmas things you put there when you moved in. You were so excited to celebrate your first Christmas with them. You can’t wait to experience all the activities and traditions that lie ahead.

“Wow, detka, you really love Christmas.” Wanda said when she saw how much it was.

“Yeah, I really do.” Wanda laughed and then helped you carry everything into the house. With the help of her magic, you finished very quickly. You looked around for a while and didn’t really know where to start because now you not only have your things, but also Wanda’s Christmas decorations. Wanda decided to put on some music and then the two of you started decorating. While decorating, you would sometimes look at her and smile. If you had to stand on a ladder to hang something up, Wanda could use her magic.

“Let me help you detka.” Wanda said when she saw you. She quickly walked towards you until she was standing next to you. You didn’t know what Wanda was planning until you suddenly flew through the air and landed perfectly in her arms. You looked at her and started blushing and hiding your face in her neck. Wanda started giggling and gently dropped you back to the floor. You both smiled at each other. Then Wanda leaned in, tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and kissed you. As you broke the kiss you said.

“But now we have to move on before Agnes comes home with the boys.” Wanda looked at the clock and then nodded.

“Oh yeah, we really have to.” After half an hour you were finished and went into the kitchen with Wanda to start cooking. You were putting the food in the oven and were about to kiss her again when suddenly the door opened, and you heard Billy and Tommy come in. Wanda looked at you a little annoyed.

“They always come at the right moment.” You chuckled and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then took her hand and walked into the living room.

“Wow, that looks so cool.” Billy said and both kids looked around smiling.

“It was your moms’ idea.” Wanda said, looking over at you. You blushed and nodded. It still felt new to be called their mom by Wanda and other people, but you were so happy with them.

“I also wanted to decorate but Ralph said it was too early.”

“Oh, Agnes, don’t listen to him. Do what you want to do!” Wanda advised her. They talked for a while, but you couldn’t hear about what, because Billy and Tommy were now asking you about some Christmas traditions, they would like to do this year.

“Let’s talk to your mama about it later, okay.” You suggested. And that’s exactly what you did later that day. Wanda made a list of all the activities you would like to do.

Time passed and you did many things that you wanted to do. You went ice skating, built a gingerbread house, and watched movies together. When it started snowing, you had a snowball fight and had a really nice time together. You and Wanda made a homemade Advent calendar for Billy and Tommy. They were very excited and happy to open it every day. One day you suggested going to a Christmas market and the boys went there to meet Santa. On a snowy afternoon you wanted to decorate the Christmas tree together. It was such a beautiful and special memory for all of you.

You and Wanda also had some special moments just for the two of you. One time when you were baking cookies together it ended in a fight and the two of you ended up full of all sorts of things. Then you had to take a shower and then snuggled up in bed to watch a movie.

You had such a wonderful Christmas time together and now it was finally Christmas morning. When you woke up, Wanda placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You cuddled for a while and talked about whatever came to mind.

“I love you so much, Wands.” You said after a while.

“I love you too, detka.”

“I can’t wait to see Billy and Tommy’s reaction to their gifts and yours to my gift.”

“Me too and I can’t wait to see what you’ll say to mine.” You stayed in bed for a few more minutes until you heard Billy and Tommy knock on the door.

“Mama, mom!” They shouted and you both chuckled.

“Come in, boys.” Wanda yelled back and the door opened as quickly as possible. They ran to the bed and jumped in.

“Slow down boys.” You said but also had to laugh because they were so excited.

“Can we see what Santa put under the tree?” Billy and Tommy looked between the two of you. You looked over at Wanda and nodded at her.

“Sure, let’s go.” She said, jumped off the bed but waited for you and Wanda to get up and go downstairs with you. As the boys ran to the tree, you took Wanda’s hand and kissed her on the cheek.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

“Merry Christmas, detka.”

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[miyuhpapayuh]

butterflies.

After their close friends and family received the news about them being invited to the most anticipated event of the creative world, Mya, Isaiah and the rest of the group began planning for their awaited, highly anticipated trip.

The pair have also gotten closer over the last couple of weeks. Going out to dinner after work, drinks on the weekend, and her new favorite, sharing ice cream at Maggie's diner.

“Ooh!” 

Currently sifting through the dresses that her mama had sent her, she lands on a red hot number with a slit up the thigh.

“I don’t know what event mama thinks I’m goin’ to, but…” she trails off, laughing to herself.

Pulling it off the hanger, she lays it across her bed and begins to tug at the bottom of her shirt when her music abruptly cuts off, followed by the ringing of her phone.

Peering over at it on her dresser, she smiles. “Oh, boy.”

Answering the call, she watches his handsome face come into view. His wide smile showcases itself, almost mirroring hers.

“I’m starting to think you’re watching me,” she jokes, keeping the top of her head in view as she reaches for the dress.

“Why?” he asks.

“Because you always call me when I’m in the middle of something,” she laughs.

“What’s so important, this time?” he mocks as she laughs.

“My mom sent me a bunch of dresses to try on for this damn ball, and I’m about to lose my mind, because I can’t decide on one,”  she sighs.

“You need some help decidin’?” he asks, his chin in his palm as he stares at the partial view of her face and the ceiling.

“Uh…sure! Give me a second.” She moves away from the camera and begins to pull her shirt over her head, grabbing the dress and sliding into it.

“You cut my favorite song off this time. I just want you to know”, she grumbles, fidgeting with the dress.

“And what song was that?”

“I Think About Lovin’ You by Earth, Wind and Fire.”

“Hm. Don’t think I’ve ever heard it.”

“No worries. We’ll fix that,” she says, before picking her phone up from the dresser.

“Okay, you’ve fattened me up over the past couple of weeks, so don’t be too harsh.”

He chuckles. “I would never do such a thing.”

“Okay,” sitting it back down in an upright position, she pulls her hair away from her face and poses, “how do I look?”

“Wow,” his eyes wander over her curves, committing them to memory..

“You look so good.”

Her brows raise, the butterflies in her stomach doing somersaults.

“Really?”

“Absolutely,” he nods enthusiastically, making her cheese wide.

“Can I get a spin?” He asks, poking his lip out.

“I'll oblige you, this time.” She winks, taking her time twirling like a doll on display, giggling at his whistles.

“Damn girl,” he shakes his head.

“Alright, alright, let me go try on another one!” She says, moving out of frame to silently squeal and slip into another dress.

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After an hour and a half of making the object of her affection blush, Mya decides to have lunch with her mother at their favorite spot, Shoney’s.

As the chimes on the door ring, her mother looks up from her coffee and motions her over.

“Hey, baby.” She greets her daughter with a kiss on the cheek as she files into the booth seat, removing her jacket.

“Hey, ma. Man, it’s chilly out there today.”

“That’s why I texted you about a jacket even though you swear you don’t get cold.”

“Well, if I tell you that you’re right about me being cold, you’ll just gloat about it until you die so, no. I’m not cold.” She blinks.

“You are your father’s child.”

“That’s what the birth certificate says, yes.”

“Anyways, I brought you here to talk about all of your success, thus far. I’m very proud of you. How do you feel?”

A genuine smile spreads across her lips.

“Thank you! I’m so happy, honestly. I knew Savannah believed in me, but I won’t lie and say that I knew this was coming!”

“The Gold Ball is definitely a once in a lifetime experience, but you deserve it! You’ve been working hard for the past three years at Abstraction. It’s about time that your hard work paid off.” Her mother stresses.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that a couple of times. I believe it, I’m just still processing it all.”

“Well, good. Now, do I get to hear about this boy that’s got you all giggly, yet?”

 Mya sighs, knowing it was coming.

“All of a sudden, I’m hungry. I’ll be right back.” She gets up from the table and heads towards the buffet line to fill her empty stomach.

With her mother being the relentless soul that god put her on earth to be, she heads over and behind making her own plate, all the while poking for information.

“Oh, come on! I’ve been patient with you, Nicole.”

“Ma, not the middle name. Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m not being dramatic. You’re holding out on me.”

“I just wanna eat, ma. Let me eat and then I’ll tell you. Okay?”

“Fine.”

Twenty minutes, an entire rundown and a full stomach later…

“He sounds like a good ol’ southern gentleman. Is he cute?”

“Ma,” Mya grabs her phone off the table and goes to his contact picture. “Cute isn’t an accurate description.”

Sharing the phone, her mother’s brows lift. “Oh, wow. He’s one beautiful man.”

“I know!” She agrees with her eyes closed, making her laugh.

“So, you really like this one?”

“I’m starting to, yeah! Besides him being pretty, he’s such a sweetheart and he’s a computer nerd like myself. What more could a girl ask for?”

“Babies.” She answers.

Mya almost chokes on air.

“Huh?!”

“What?? I’m not getting any younger.. neither are you.”

“I’m only twenty-seven. I’ve got time, and your first candidate for me shouldn’t be a man that I’ve only known for about a month! Relax a little, please.”

“Is he going to the seminar, as well?” She asks, completely ignoring her daughter.

“Yes.” She purses her lips together, not letting it slip that he was also invited to the Gold Ball, knowing her mother would just get amped up all over again.

“Well, you’ll have some eye candy while you listen to those white people tell you about success.” She snorts.

“And you said my father was harsh on white people,” Mya laughs. “I think you took it over, ma.”

“Your father is a fool.”

“That’s a conversation for another day.”

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“You guys!”

Taylor kisses Mercedes’ and Mya’s cheek before sitting in the available seat, slinging her jacket over the back of the chair.

“Usually, I’d say you’re being dramatic with the kisses and shit, but it has been a minute.” Mercedes comments, sipping on his long island iced tea.

“It really has! I missed y’all.” Mya chimes in.

“Mhm. You been all hugged up with strong arms. I might even be a little jealous.” Mercedes says, making Mya’s cheeks flush red.

“Jealous? I thought you and Mark were kickin’ it?”

Taylor snorts. “Mark was just that. He couldn’t even protect ya girl!”

“I missed something??” Mya asks, both of them nodding at her, quickly.

“Chy, how ‘bout we went to the movies, last weekend and this big mountain of a man gets in ol’ boy’s face, tryna check him on some I’m more of a man than you are type of shit and Mark just stood there. Now, you know me! I was like you ain’t gon check him?? He lookin’ at me like it was my fault, cause then they start goin’ at it and that big bitch started callin’ me out my name and the motherfucker still just stood there! Lookin’ like he was about to fuckin’ cry. So I left.”

Mya’s jaw was on the floor.

“You gotta be kidding me! Has he tried to contact you?”

“Several times!” Taylor laughs.

“It’s not funny, Tay! That shit was embarrassing.” Mercedes grumbles. “But, yeah, so I’m single again. Maybe, for a while longer cause that was just too much for me.”

“Man, I’m sorry I missed that. I’m sure you could’ve used an extra shoulder to lean on,” Mya frowns. “Maybe, an extra crowbar.” She cracks.

“Girl, you’re fine, I want you to enjoy all you can of ol’ thick neck. When do we officially get to meet him, by the way?”

“As soon as you can call him by his name.”

“We know his name, girl. Mister muscles!”

“You play too damn much, Cedes. But, uh… how about this weekend? We can all go out for drinks or something.” Mya suggests.

“Ooh! There’s a new spot, uptown!” Taylor snaps her fingers, trying to pull the name of the place out of thin air, “Flavor! It’s so cute. They got great food, an open bar,” she nudges Mercedes, “and a lil common area, if you wanna dance a little.”

“Sounds like the spot!”

“I’m down.”

“What time? Seven sound good?” Mya asks.

“Yeah, that should be fine.”

“I’m so excited to harass your man.” Mercedes rubs her hands together like Birdman.

“Two things. One, he’s not my man,”

“Yet,” they both chime in, cracking up.

“And, two!! Don’t embarrass me, please.”

“We would never,” Taylor smiles.

“Oh, boy.” She shakes her head.

“No, but seriously, how are things with him?”

“He’s so dreamy, you guys.” She gushes. “These last few weeks have been some of the best. We just sit and talk or we’ll go dancing or we’ll take a walk in the park or we go out to eat— did I mention that he’s fine!?”

“We’ve seen his hunky ass, girl!” Taylor nods. “That’s so cute! You deserve it, honestly.”

“Yeah, those duds you were runnin’ with, back in the day couldn’t even hold a candle to Isaiah.” She smirks.

“It’s so refreshing to hear you not call him swole arms.” She playfully rolls her eyes. “And thanks, girl. Them whores weren’t good for anything besides a dick drop off.” The trio crack up.

“Hell, at least they could do that right!”

“That, they did.” She snorts, the memories flooding back to her brain, making her shiver a little. “Whew!”

“You stupid, man.” Mercedes pokes her in her side. “But, you just tell swole arms that we don’t play bout our Mya paya, okay?”

“Got it.”

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Sitting across from one another in the dimly lit ice cream shoppe, the pair share a double scoop of vanilla and good conversation.

“They’re gonna tear me up, aren’t they?” He asks.

“I told them to behave, but Mercedes takes that as a challenge.” She shakes her head, eating a spoonful.

He laughs.

“Well, they’re just making sure you’re in good hands.”

“And, am I in good hands?” She questions.

“Like Allstate.” He says, making her giggle.

“I knew it was corny, but I like making you laugh.” He smiles.

“It was cute,” she laughs, eating another spoonful. “Like you.”

“Damn, that’s a bump down from pretty.” He frowns, pretends to be hurt.

“Aw,” she sits her spoon down and rubs the back of his hand. “You are pretty, 'saiah!”

“Mhm.” He plays with her fingers. “Not as pretty as you.”

“I don’t know,” their fingers intertwine, “I think you have me beat.”

“No, no. I’m only this pretty with some scruff on my face. You’d change your mind if you saw me without it.”

“Shut up,” she laughs, “you mean your beard?”

“It barely qualifies, since it's growing back in.”

“C’mere lemme get a better look.” She motions him towards her, so she can take a closer look at his handsome face.

She chances, softly gripping his chin, and turning his face in her hand to better inspect him.

“Looks good to me.”

“Yeah? Come a little closer.”

She obliges, chewing on her lip. Their faces are just a few inches away from each other. Squinting, she nods, grazing his “scruff” with her thumb.

“Still looks good to me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,”

Grasping her chin with his free hand, he closes the space between them, kissing her like he’d been wanting to all day.

Melting into the kiss, their lips mold together as if they were long lost lovers.

Pulling away, he licks his lips. His hand still cupping her chin, her eyes reopening to find him already looking at her.

It was her turn to be flustered.

“What was that for?”

“I’ve wanted to all day. Thought it was the right time.”

“Hm… your timing is impeccable.”

“Yeah?” His brows raise.

“Mhm.” She smirks.

“Another pat on the back for me?”

“Shut up,” she laughs.

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Sprawled out on his couch, the pair sit up under one another, watching a movie.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks, his hand is at the base of her neck, strumming soothing circles with his fingertips. She’s nestled comfortably between his legs while his heartbeat drums a lullaby against her ear.

“This TV’s gonna be watching me in a minute,” she says, her eyes getting lower and lower. His low chuckle vibrates through her before she continues. “I saw my mama today, by the way. We talked about you.”

His ears perk up at the new information.

“Oh did you, now? What y’all say?”

“Said you're cute, you better treat me right and then something about grandchildren.” The end makes Isaiah sputter out a cough, and she barely conceals her laughter. “I’m not sure, I kinda tuned her out at that point.”

“Well, she doesn't have to worry about me treating you right, I'd be an idiot not to,” he says, tickling her neck, making her immediately scrunch up.

“Stop!,” she squeals, reaching back to smack his hand, “she also said she’d like to meet you. I politely told her to slow her roll.”

“I don’t know, mama. I think I’d like to meet the lovely woman that raised my favorite girl.” Her cheeks heat up, and she’s grateful she isn’t facing him.

She faux muses for a moment before responding. “Well in that case, I may be able to get something arranged.”

The conversation makes Isaiah aware that he needs to spend some time with his own mother. He makes a mental note to call her come morning.

The rest of their evening is spent with more playful teasing between binging reruns of Living Single.

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Isaiah makes good on his promise to call his mama that following morning as soon as he settled in at work. They made plans to meet up with each other that same day during his lunch break.

“I’ll miss you, swole arms. We’ve been having lunch together for months now.” Mya jokes before they part ways for the hour.

“Wait, what—” he stops mid thought before answering his own question. “Mercedes and Taylor, huh?”

“Mercedes and Taylor,” she confirms with a laugh.

“You know I haven’t officially met those girls, and I don’t think I like ‘em too much,” he teases with a laugh.

“They’re harmless for  the most part. Anyway, have fun with your mama. I know she misses her boy.”

“Thanks, Mya.” He catches her off guard by stealing a quick kiss to her lips while there are no eyes on them. 

By the time she can get her bearings, he’s gone, and she has to flush the blush away from her cheeks before anyone could grill her about it.

A five minute ride later, and Isaiah is seated across from his mother at Lorraine’s, a soul food staple in the neighborhood.

They’re catching up over fried catfish, greens, and yams.

“Honey, I thought the Lord was gonna come down on his gold chariot and snatch us up before I got to see my baby,” she teases.

He can’t help laughing at his mother’s dramatics. “I know it’s been a minute since we’ve seen each other, mama. I’m sorry.” He puts his free hand over hers, having genuinely missed her.

“Oh baby, it’s alright. I know you’re at that big, fancy company living out all your dreams and making your mama proud. I couldn’t ask for more from you.”

Emotions he didn’t plan on feeling on a Friday afternoon caused his throat to become tight. He cleared it, gently squeezing her hand. “Yeah,” he agrees softly, so his voice doesn’t betray him.

“So,” she starts, switching topics, “tell me more about this girl you were going on about earlier. Mya, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiles with his whole face.

“Hmm. The way those eyes lit up like Christmas when I said her name just now tells me she’s special, ain’t she?”

“You can definitely say that.”

“Special enough for a couple grandchildren? You know I just hit 35 and the clock ain’t tickin’ backwards.”

He’s so stuck by that “grandchildren” word, he completely misses that she subtracted roughly 15 years from her actual age.

“Boy, close your mouth before you catch a fly. I’m just messing with you. A little bit.”

“Mama, you are entirely too much. Let me get to know her first, maybe learn more than her favorite flower, before you start talking about kids.”

“Fine,” she says, rolling her eyes jokingly. “But tell me what you do know about her.”

“Well,” he takes a moment to gather his thoughts together, “she’s so pretty, mama. I tell her that all the time. Maybe too much, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She’s really sweet. I mean, give you a cavity kind of sweet,” he pauses, chuckling at how corny that sounded, even to his own ears. “She makes me laugh.”

“Honey, you laugh at everything.” He’s interrupted by his mother’s gentle observation. 

“I know that, lady. But with her, it’s a deep, from the gut kinda laugh, ya know?”

She acknowledges her son with a nod, silently encouraging him to go on.

“And she’s really talented. Like, an out of the box type of talented. And ambitious. Crazy ambitious. All the time, she tells me the things she wants outta life, and I’m watching her get it in real time. I love that.” 

“Well, she’s already a country mile ahead of that last one, I tell ya that. What was her name again, Jezebel?”

He almost loses the sip of lemonade he took.

“It was Janaé, mama.”

“Ain’t that what I said? Anyway, that thang had your nose open like 7/11. I was starting to worry about you, boy.”

“Well, I like to pride myself on making better decisions now, mama.”

“Thank the Lord for small wonders,” she continued to tease him.

“I’m starting to question whether or not you love me, old lady.”

“Oh cut it out. I’m just teasing. You know I love my baby,” she says while pinching his cheek.

“Come on now, ma.” He gently removes her hand from his face, chuckling.

She sighs, looking at how happy her son looked at the moment. She debates whether or not she should relay the piece of information that could prove devastating for his progress.

“What’s on your mind, mama?” he asks before she can decide.

“ I wanna talk to you about something.”

“Is everything okay?” He sits up in his seat, concern already etching its way into his features.

“Everything’s fine. Don’t you worry.” She takes a moment to carefully choose her words. “It’s about your father.”

As soon as the sentence leaves her lips, all trace of emotion falls from his face as he sits back and downs the last of his drink.

“Hm. He finally die?” he asks coolly.

She knows she shouldn’t have been taken aback by such a response, but she found the sharp turn of his mood to be slightly jarring, even now.

“No, that’s not it.”

“Evil never really does die, I guess,” he says with a shrug.

“So what is it?” His gaze stays focused on the view outside of the large window, a technique learned in therapy to keep himself grounded.

“He’s been asking about you. Asking to see you. I wanted to give you a head’s up beforehand.”

“A head’s up?” he bites back a laugh. “I'm not gonna kill the man.”

Not that he’s never considered it.

March-ish, 2006, Dallas

A fourteen-year-old Isaiah polishes off the last of his breakfast, placing his dishes in the sink before heading off to Lincoln Jr. High. His mother isn’t there to see him off once again, having had to work her fourth double this week at Halifax Memorial Hospital, while his father had never seen him off, not once.

Third period English rolls around, and he receives a recent term paper face down. A big, red D is at the top right hand corner with a note saying “See me after class”. He sighs, rolling his eyes to the ceiling.

The bell rings, and his classmates file out, but he lags behind.

“Come sit down.” Miss Braxton motions to the empty seat nearest her desk.

He follows her instruction and plops down into the seat.

“Care to explain this unfocused, uninspired, half-attempt of an essay you decided to turn in?” she says while looking over the rim of her glasses.

He replies with a shrug of his shoulders and a barely audible “I don’t know.”

“Listen, I expect this kind of work from some of my students, but not you, Isaiah. I’ve seen what you’re capable of, and this,” she picks up the paper, waving it slightly for emphasis before continuing, “is nowhere near close. Remember, I’ve been your teacher since you were little, in the first grade always asking me for a new book to read. I see you doing big things and this lackadaisical attitude you’ve taken on isn’t going to get you there.”

A silence falls over the room as her words take a moment to run through his head.

“Um, imma be late for fourth period, so I gotta go,” he says, wanting to run far away from this conversation.

“You’re free to go. Don’t forget what I’ve said, okay?”

He nods, booking it for the door.

Harshly, he wipes at the tears just making their way down his face. He curses himself for his feelings.

“Well, if it ain’t my favorite punk ass bitch. Doing what he does best. Fuckin’ cryin’.” He’s greeted by the school bully, Darius, a thorn in his side for almost a year now.

“Your daddy ain’t teach you how to be a man yet? Oh I forgot, you don’t even know who the fuck he is. Just you and your mama. I see why you’re such a bitch.”

“Darius, don’t fuck with me today,” he warns, trying to get past the boy.

“Or what?? You gon’ run and tell mommy on me? I’m so scared. Fuck outta here,” the bully retorts, blocking his path and pushing the smaller boy in the center of his chest.

Without much thought, Isaiah cocks his hand back and clocks Darius directly in his eye. The blows don’t stop once he’s down though. He continues to rain blow after blow to his face while he’s crouched over his fallen form shouting profanities the entire while.

It takes two grown male teachers to finally pry him off the boy. He needs to be damn near dragged to the principal’s office.

His mother is less than pleased when she’s called out of work due to her son practically mauling the school bully.

Little did she know, that was only the beginning…

He sighs, coming back to the present moment.

“I didn’t think you would, son. I just thought it might be helpful to know,” she responds, to which he simply nods.

“Listen, whatever you decide to do, baby, mama’s got your back.” 

She places her hand over his and squeezes, which causes him to look back at her. He softens immediately, seeing his mother’s eyes shine with nothing but love and concern for him.

“I know.”

“Good.”

He uses the drive back to the office to compose himself into the man that his coworkers recognize.

Mya notices something off when he walks back into the office. To the untrained eye, he looks fine, but there’s a look in eye that she can name, being all too familiar with it herself.

After a meeting she could barely pay attention to,  she’s at the end of her workday, still consumed by what could be wrong with her normally cheerful coworker.

Deciding not to press him about it, she instead extends an offer to spend the evening with her.

“Hey,” she gently catches his attention as he’s walking toward the large, glass double doors.

He turns, giving her a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Hey Mya. What’s up?”

She shifts her weight, almost feeling nervous. 

“Yeah, I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to come over to my house...if you could use the company. I know I could.”

He doesn’t answer right away, and she feels her heart start to sink. 

Seconds later, though, she’s gifted a smile much more genuine than earlier and she visibly relaxes.

“I’d love that.”

Extending his arm to her, she accepts, linking them together as they walk out of the building.

 A smooth playlist curated by Mya plays in the background as the pair lounges on her porch swing.

She’s upright while Isaiah's head is in her lap.

There are no words spoken between the two of them, but the silence is comfortable. 

She uses her slippered foot to softly rock them.

His eyes are closed while she runs her fingers through his soft coils.

Her gaze, however, is focused on the group of little brown girls across the street who are out playing jump rope.

The clack of their beaded hair, coupled with their laughter brings about a feeling of warmth.

“What is it that makes a man not want to be a father?”

Her eyes darted down toward the man in her lap, whose eyes are still closed.

Her fingers continue their relaxing pattern across his scalp, unsure of how to answer that.

He continues, “It’s like they don’t know or don’t fuckin’ care about the broken pieces they leave behind when they do that. And you know what the cold part about it is?”

She remains silent, knowing the answer is coming.

“He’s not even responsible for fixing the shit. Making sure I never turned out like him was 100 percent up to me. Tell me that’s not fucked up.”

He goes quiet for a moment, but she doesn’t feel compelled to break it.

She’s stunned by this new piece of him that he’s shared with her with no provocation from her.

“My father wants to see me. Wants to talk,” he finally reveals after several more moments of silence.

“How do you feel about it?” She asks cautiously.

There’s a pause before he responds, “I don’t know.”

“Well… until you know how you feel about it, I wouldn't make any final decisions. Process it first, you know?”

A sort of huffing sigh leaves him, before silence takes back over.

The slight, late October breeze blows over them, lightly tousling her hair across her face.

She removes the random strands, still maintaining her rocking with her foot.

“How would you handle this situation?” Isaiah asks, his eyes now open and looking up at her.

Not answering right away, her rocking stops. Instead it turns into a steady bounce with the opposite foot, as she tries to conjure up words for a moment such as that.

“I wouldn’t know. I haven’t talked to my father in years. Guess I’d have to process it, too.” She laughs, but it’s far from humorous.

Her eyes stay trained on the pastel numbered boxes from the hopscotch game the girls had played earlier, keeping her emotions at bay.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to make this about me.”

“You didn’t. It’s okay.” He sits up, his softened gaze on her reddened face.

“I guess we’re more alike than we realized.” He offers a laugh, which she returns. Yet, her slight frown gives her away.

“I’m sorry you have to go through this. It ain’t right.” She shakes her head.

“It’s not your fault, don’t be sorry. I’m just glad you listened. That was tough to share.”

“I understand.” She finally looks in his direction.

The lingering emptiness in their eyes mirror one another, making them feel far too vulnerable.

“Can I take you up on that hot toddy you were talking about?” He asks.

She laughs, holding out her hand for him to take.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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PLEASE ELABORATE ON THE BRACELET WITH EDDIES NUMBER ON IT

Was there a time Steve sleepwalked and someone did call Eddie? Was there another time it came in handy when Steve lost Eddie (or Eddie lost Steve) or something other?? Please I need more that is so cute

Just a warning, I made this sad for no reason.

Once when Steve went on tour with Eddie, he wandered off in a post-ictal fog and ended up lost in the city. It took them a few hours to find each other because Steve didn’t know where he was nor did he have any money on him. After that, he would write the phone number of Eddie’s manager on his arm since he was the only guy on tour with a cell phone.

Pat, Eddie’s manager, wasn’t thrilled with this arrangement because he didn’t particularly like Steve, but after Steve channeled the coldest version of his mother and reminded Pat that only one of them was replaceable – “And managers are a dime of dozen” – he begrudgingly agreed.

He was never called.

Steve actually got the idea for the bracelet from one of his second graders.

After a pretty bad allergic reaction, one of his students came back to school with a little silver bracelet on her wrist. It had her mother’s phone number on it and the words ‘Peanut Allergy.’ She smiled up at Steve when she showed him and said, “My mama says this will keep me safe!”

He smiles too, “I bet it will.”

The bracelet is a surprise that Steve never gets to tell Eddie about. The day it comes in the mail, Eddie is over at Gareth’s for a D&D campaign so Steve never even gets the chance to tell him. He goes to bed before Eddie gets home and wakes up in the Emergency Room.

He’s cold and his feet hurt, and there are cuts on his hands and medical tape on his face, and for a second, he thinks he’s in the backseat of a blue Camaro with the world’s most reckless driver. He tries to sit up and it sets up an alarm and then there’s a hand in his, squeezing it.

It takes Steve a second to recognize the rings, to follow the rings up an arm, up to big eyes and messy curls, and Steve breaths out the only thing he can think, “Wow.”

“Wowza, big boy,” Eddie grins back at him, and Steve loves him. “How are you feeling?”

“Did something happen?”

“Yeah, uh. Sleepwalking again,” Eddie hums and then he smiles again. He taps a ring on his free hand against the metal bracelet on Steve’s wrist, “This is fucking brilliant, by the way. Did you think of it?”

Steve’s jaw kinda hurts like he’s been clenching it, but he smiles anyways, “Yeah.”

“You’re a genius, babe. They called me immediately,” He says, kissing his knuckles. Steve frowns, seeing a bruise there. Eddie notices and his grin takes on a chaotic edge, “You punched a security guard.”

“What?”

“For real, babe,” Eddie laughs at the panicked look on his face. “I don’t know what they did to trigger you, but you fuckin’ decked one of ‘em.”

“Oh my god, I’m going to jail.”

“Nah, it’s all good. I took care of it,” Eddie says and then to the skeptical look on Steve’s face, he rolls his eyes. “Okay, fine. The guy is a fan and I gave him tickets not to press charges. Also, he feels pretty bad about spooking you since you clearly weren’t in your right mind.”

“Was in my left mind then?” Steve half-jokes, half-yawns. “Who brought me in?”

“You did.” Eddie’s smile dims in a way that’s a little sad but full of love. “You came here on your own actually – without shoes. We’re gonna have to teach your left mind about shoes – and, uh. Based on what I’ve heard, you were looking for a patient.”

“A patient? What patient?”

“They, uh. They said you were looking for Max.”

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leche flan invisible string mick my love NOWWWW 5k words minimum and ill get back to slaving st the drawing pad 😈

5k words minimum when the original fic literally took me 2 days and 6k words is craZYY SOAP

(read the original piece here)

"oh, your cat is adorable," you coo, dropping to your knees with a grin. you extend your hand to the grey cat, the cat sniffing you curiously as its slowly approaches you. "a boy?"

"girl," mick lets you know with a grin. "her name's cement." he pops his head out of the kitchen. "get it? cause she's grey?"

"that's so funny! like my cat!" you shriek, starting to pat the cat on its head. "actually... cement looks a lot like concrete." you lift your head. "doesn't she?"

mick hums, trying to pull up an image of your cat from the back of his mind. truthfully, he's only ever seen concrete twice during your time together.

the first was when he'd found her roaming around the day she slipped out of your apartment and then another time when he spent the night over at yours after you started dating.

"huh," he laughs, "i guess you're actually kind of right. even their fur colour's kind of similar."

"you know, when concrete was a kitten, she used to have this white patch of fur in the shape of a heart right above her tail. it barely resembles a heart now," you explain as you get to your feet. you saunter towards the kitchen where mick stands.

"a heart-shaped patch as kitten?" mick snorts with a laugh. "that's cute– oh my god! that's the cat my sister wanted to adopt but the lady said she'd given the cat to the wrong person!"

"oh, my god!" you laugh, throwing your head back with a laugh. "that was you? the guy who reserved the cat with the heart patch!"

"i can't believe i never noticed that!" mick laughs. "you got it from that one lady in the suburbs with the big house? mama cat was a friendly white cat?"

"exactly her," you grin. "wow, guess you're really like... meant to be my boyfriend or something."

"i guess you're stuck with me then," mick beams, leaning down with puckered lips. "because the universe said so."

"we have to get our cats in for a playdate soon." you glance over your shoulder at cement now padding towards the area her water bowl was placed. "they're siblings, how sweet."

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Fixer Upper

Part 22

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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Gon splashed Killua, the two laughing. “Yeesh, this water sure is hot. Do you th-“

(Name) came speeding by wearing a towel, speeding back after grabbing a bottle of water and another towel.

“Was that (Name)?”

The two followed her, seeing Kurapika doubled over by the hot spring. When she carried him past the two, not even looking at them, they exchanged a glance.

“That idiot better not have thrown up in the hot spring.” Killua said, huffing. Gon shrugged.

“I think he just got overheated, his face was red.”

Gon and Killua followed close behind (Name), stopping to change before running to her room. The two peeked in to see (Name) cuddling the blonde, gently pushing back his hair to kiss their forehead.

Gon blushed, quickly pulling his head out of the door. “Killua, let’s go.”

The white haired boy gagged, nodding. “Yeah, let’s… but…”

He looked down the hall, a mischievous smirk on his face. “Why don’t we stop by Leorio’s room first?”

——————

Kurapika groaned, attempting to shield his eyes from the bright rays of sun by raising his h- wait, he couldn’t move his arm.

He wiggled it, soon realizing it was under something…

As his eyes adjusted to the soft morning light, he looked down to see he was holding (Name) close, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

He jumped a little, causing (Name) to stir in his arms, pulling her head away from his chest. “Hmm..?”

She looked up at him through her half lidded, sleepy eyes, yawning. “Good morning…”

“How…”

His face was already red, and he could feel his heart racing a million miles a minute. “Did we..?”

‘There’s no way we had sex for the first time and I forgot!’

She rubbed her eyes. “Did we what? You got overheated at the hot springs last night so I brought you to my room so I could watch over you.”

He let out a sigh of relief, relaxing. “Ah, I see. Thank you, for taking care of me.”

(Name) smiled, sitting up and stretching. “No problem, Pika.”

His heart fluttered at the nickname and Kurapika realized that she was saying it a lot more often. It both made him incredibly happy, and worried at the same time.

“(Name)?”

She looked at him, pulling the blanket off of herself. “Yes?”

He looked down at the hoodie she gave him to wear, clutching the fabric. “Can I… keep this?”

She blinks at him, tilting her head. “You want to… keep my hoodie? Why?”

The answer to that question was that it smelt like her and made him feel like he was holding her close, but if Kurapika said that it would make things awkward.

“… it’s comfortable. I… like the texture of it.”

She nods slowly. “Ah, okay. It’s not my favorite hoodie, so I guess that’s fine.”

She pulled her clothes out of her suitcase, Kurapika blushing when she grabbed a pair of panties. “I’m gonna take a shower real quick. You can stay here or go to your room, either is fine with me.”

He waited for her to close the bathroom door before he fell back in bed, pulling the hoodie to his face to inhale her scent. “Mmm…”

Kurapika had woken up with morning wood and he was glad (Name) didn’t notice. As he stroked his cock while inhaling her scent, he paused. He remembered bringing something that might help him get off faster…

Kurapika glanced at his satchel lying by the bed, biting his lip. ‘She usually showers for over 15 minutes, I should have… enough time…’

He grabbed the satchel, opening it and pulling out the pair of panties he snatched before throwing it to the side. The blonde held up the panties, face burning red.

‘I’ve never… used something to get off like this before… but…’

He held them closer, sniffing lightly. Although they’d been washed, he could faintly smell her scent on them. ‘(Name)…’

He inhaled deeply, imagining actually being between her legs, stroking faster to the thought alone. The panties definitely helped him cum faster, busting a load almost instantly.

‘Shit…’

He cleaned himself up quickly, stuffing the panties back into his satchel just as (Name) exited the bathroom. “Ahh, that was nice. Let’s go get some breakfast Kurapika!”

Feeling soft after his orgasm, the blonde nodded and followed behind her like a lovesick puppy.

———————

“Kurapika, are you alright?” (Name) asked, not understanding why he was being so clingy.

Kurapika had his head on her shoulder, nuzzling gently. “Yeah, just… sleepy.”

This answer seemed to satisfy her. Regardless, she was happy he was being more affectionate with her, it reminded (Name) of better times, when she thought he might love her.

“Oh Kurapika, you dirty dog.”

Leorio approached the two, playfully slapping the blondes shoulder. This caused Kurapika to grumble lowly, finding comfort in scooting closer to (Name).

The taller man laughed, sitting across from them. “You two seem pretty close. Killua told me you slept together last night.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

(Name)’s face grew hot, though Kurapika didn’t seem to catch the innuendo. “We only slept, nothing else. Geez Leorio, your head is always in the gutter.”

Leorio blinked at the two. “You just… went to sleep? Nothing happened in the hot spring?”

“Yeah, Kurapika got overheated shortly after you left so I took him to bed.”

The taller man stared in disbelief. ‘I for sure thought they were about to jump on each other. That’s why I left, to be a good wingman!’

Kurapika looked at the man with sleepy eyes. “What do you mean nothing happened in the hot spring? What were you expecting?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he put 2 and 2 together. ‘He left us alone on purpose!’

Leorio leaned back in his seat, stealing a grape from (Name)’s plate. “Whatever, that doesn’t matter. I’m just glad…”

He glanced at Kurapika and (Name), a small smile on his face. “I’m just glad everyone’s getting along again. It’s nice, like how things were during the Hunter Exam.”

(Name) smiled too, holding onto Kurapika’s hand. The blonde blushed at this, squeezing her hand gently as they ate breakfast together.

Leorio left soon after to make his own plate, leaving the two to eat alone. “So, what’s our plans for today?” Kurapika asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Well, I wanted to go to town and explore, but then I learned that they do massages here and I’m planning on getting one.”

Kurapika nodded, sipping on his orange juice. “A massage? That sounds nice, I think I’ll join you.”

After breakfast, the two walked around the hot spring until they reach the Spa.

“Hello, would you two like a massage? It’s free of charge!”

(Name) nodded, handing the receptionist her ticket. Kurapika pulled his out of his satchel, gulping when his hand brushed against her panties. “Here…”

They were led to another room, and informed to change. “Change? Together?”

(Name) nodded, pulling off her top. “She probably assumed you’re a woman. We can clear it up in a minute, just turn around and we’ll change with our backs facing each other.”

“Yeah…”

Kurapika, however, did not turn around. He watched her back as she pulled off her shirt entirely, then reached her hands behind her back to in lip her bra.

‘Wait, she’s getting completely naked??’

He looked down to the clothing the woman had given them, face turning red.

It was a silky, short purple robe with the hot springs insignia on the breast pocket. There was a soft, black lace trim on the bottom, Kurapika nodding in approval. ‘This is nice, but… obviously a woman’s robe.’

“Shit…’

(Name) turned to Kurapika, a pout on her face. He wasn’t looking at her face though, his eyes were on her barely covered chest. “It doesn’t fit good…”

She seemed upset, and although he was trying to hold off a boner, Kurapika couldn’t help but wanting to help her. “Hey, it’s okay, I can ask for another size.”

“This is the biggest size they have!”

He raised an eyebrow, eyes back on her chest. “Come here.”

She walked forward, still pouting as Kurapika’s hands settled on either sides of her chest. (Name)’s eyes widened, feeling the tips of his fingers brush against her breasts before he pulled the fabric over them, using a chain to link the two sides together. Once he was done, the chain faded away, but (Name) could feel its aura still present.

“There, that will keep…”

He swallowed, able to feel the softness of her chest against his chain. “That will keep your robe in place.”

She smiled, tears beading in her eyes. “Thanks, Pika.”

Her arms wrapped around him, bringing the blonde close to her. “I really appreciate this.”

He hugged back, resting his chin on her shoulder. “It’s no problem, (Name).”

(Name) laughed, pulling away. “Let’s go get our massages!”

—————

The two walked out of the changing room, seeing the receptionist was gone. Instead of her, two tall, muscular men were waiting for them.

“Hello, ladies, we’ll be your masseuses today.”

Kurapika was instantly on edge, especially after seeing how flustered (Name) looked. ‘Does she… like men like this?’

They led the two to another room, gesturing for (Name) and Kurapika to sit down. “You can remove your robes and get comfortable. There are towels to c-“

“Remove our WHAT now?!” Kurapika exclaimed, face gone red. (Name) smacked his arm, holding back a laugh.

“Okay, we will.”

The masseuses left the room, Kurapika whipping his head at (Name). “You didn’t tell me we’d have to get naked!”

She blinked, patting his shoulder. “I thought you knew. If you’re uncomfortable, you can go back and-“

“No.”

(Name) furrowed her eyebrows at his expression. He seemed… determined? “Okay..? You can leave any time, and I’ll go with you.”

He nodded slowly, face still warm. “Okay… let’s… get undressed.”

The two turned away from each other, undressing before lying on their respective beds.

“We’re ready!”

The two masseuses walked back in, smiling. “Okay! Any spots where you feel any pain?” the man asked, squirting lotion into his palm.

“Hmm, my shoulders are a little tense.”

Over by Kurapika, the man was struggling to get an answer from the blonde.

“Are you… sore anywhere? Any tenderness or tense spots?”

“I’m always tense and ready to strike.”

‘Yikes. This lady is creeping me out.’

“Alright then, I’ll just start.”

The man began the massage, feeling Kurapika tense under his touch. “Try to relax, okay?”

“I don’t relax.”

“Well… try.”

Kurapika huffed, turning his head to look at (Name). She was smiling, cheek pressed against the table as the man pressed down on her back. While he didn’t necessarily like that another man was touching her, she looked like she was enjoying herself, so he let it be.

That was until a moment later when she let out a mewl, causing Kurapika to bolt up, sending the masseuse working on him falling onto his butt.

“Hey, miss, stay d-“

Kurapika pulled his robe on and grabbed (Name)’s, rushing over to her. When the masseuse turned to ask him what he was doing, he stopped.

Just one look into Kurapika’s scarlet eyes were enough to make the man back away, holding his hands up. “Come on (Name), we’re leaving.”

“Aww, already? But-“

“You said I could leave any time and you would go with me.”

He felt bad using her words against her for such a petty reason, but the ache in his chest was growing by the second, and Kurapika was afraid he may hurt one of the men if the massage continued.

“I did say that, you’re right.”

She sat up slowly, wrapping the robe around herself, Kurapika looking away. He couldn’t perv on her right now, not after he interrupted her massage.

“Okay, let’s get dressed.”

“(Name)…”

Said girl was sat in the lobby, pouting as she stared at the ground. Kurapika plopped down next to her, attempting to cheer her up. “What else did you have planned for today?”

She sighed, pulling her knees to her chest. “Well, I was going to get a massage then go to my room and relax. I guess I could still do that, but…”

She huffed, and Kurapika felt his heart twist in his chest. His jealousy had ruined her day, and he felt awful for it, but he didn’t regret what he’d done one bit. The memory of their hands on her, the noise she made, still made his blood pressure rise.

“You said earlier that you wanted to explore the town, yeah? Why don’t we go together?”

(Name) was still pouting, toying with the frantic of her jeans. “Maybe…”

‘I should get her something to make up for it, like a snack. Shit, what do girls like? What does (Name) like?’

“I’ll get you some ice cream.”

This seemed to peak her interest, the girl looking up as her face began to grow warm. “Ice cream?”

“Yeah. My treat.”

This persuaded her, (Name) standing. “Let’s get going then!”

——————

(Name) bounced on her heels, waiting with Kurapika for her ice cream. He enjoyed seeing her so happy, it reminded him of the girl he knew during the Hunter Exam.

“Kurapika, are you not going to get any?” she asked, holding onto the sleeve of his undershirt. He shook his head, smiling.

“No, I’m not in the mood for ice cream right now.”

She pouted, tugging on his sleeve now. “Then why did you bring me here if you didn’t want any?”

“To get you some ice cream.”

(Name) made a face as Kurapika laughed, patting her back. “What, I can’t treat a friend to some ice cream without getting some for myself?”

She didn’t answer, frowning. ‘I don’t understand… why would he just come here to get me ice cream? Is there some reason he’s doing this, some ulterior motive?’

(Name) shook her head. ‘No, I can’t think like that! He’s being nice, I should just be happy.’

“(Name)? (Naaamee)?”

She blinked, seeing her cup of ice cream being pushed towards her. “Here, your ice cream is ready.”

“Oh, thank you.”

She lifted the spoon into her mouth, grinning. “It’s so good!”

He smiled, watching her enjoy her sweet treat. “Really? I’ve never tried that flavor before. Can I have a bite?”

(Name) nodded, taking the spoon from her mouth and dipping it into the ice cream. “Here!”

Before, Kurapika might have blushed and hesitated, but in this moment he was feeling a bit bolder, taking the spoon into his mouth.

He looked at her as she pulled it back, licking his lip. “Mmm, it’s good. I might have to order the same one some other time.”

(Name)’s face heated up under the intensity of Kurapika’s stare, the way he licked his lip making her look away. “I-I’m glad you like it.”

After she finished her treat, the two walked around town, stopping occasionally to check out shops or take pictures.

“This is nice. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to relax like this without the kiddos.”

A bush rustled next to them, but neither of them paid it any mind. “It’s a full time job taking care of Killua, I’m sure.”

The two laughed, Kurapika turning to look at her. It was the first time in a while he’d seen her truly relax in his presence, and he was both happy and a little nervous. He let the latter feeling sink into the back of his mind, instead focusing on how happy he felt in the moment.

‘She’s so pretty…’ he thought, reaching out to brush a part of her hair out of her face. She looked at him then, her pretty (e/c) eyes meeting his.

“(Name)…”

He stepped forward, cupping her cheek. The moment was perfect, with the sun slowly setting behind them and their hearts racing with excitement.

“Yes?” she whispered, leaning into his touch. It seemed the entire world was holding its breath, everything else fading away as the blonde leaned closer.

(Name) closed her eyes, but nothing came, besides the feeling of his finger swiping against her cheek.

When she opened her eyes, Kurapika was looking away from her. “You had some ice cream on your cheek.”

(Name)’s smile became smaller, her eyes looking to the ground. “Oh… thanks.”

Silence filled the air, no longer the comforting quiet they shared before. It was awkward, a bit tense.

“We… we should probably get back. We leave in the morning, so I want to get a good nights sleep.”

Kurapika nodded, still not looking at her. “Sounds like a good idea.”

He began walking ahead of (Name), the girl following behind as she twiddled her thumbs. ‘I really thought he was about to kiss me.’

When they got back, Leorio was sitting in the lobby, his forehead covered in sweat. “Oh, hey guys! How was your date?”

The blonde next to (Name) stiffened, quickly responding. “I-it wasn’t a date!”

He almost sounded upset at the accusation, (Name)’s face falling. ‘Oh, right. Of course it wasn’t a date, we were both just… bored.’

His tone made her shrink away from him, and when Kurapika noticed this it was too late to change anything. “I’m going to bed. See you two in the morning.”

“(Name) w-“

Kurapika stopped himself, letting his hand fall. “Yeesh man, you made it sound like going on a date with her would be the worst thing in the world.” Leorio said, shaking his head.

“But it wouldn’t be! I…”

Leorio took pity on the blonde, patting his shoulder. “I know, bud. Just… be more careful with how you talk around her. Women can be sensitive, you know?”

He nodded slowly, slumping down in the chair next to Leorio. “I’ll try…”

Kurapika glanced up, blinking at the man next to him. “Why are you so sweaty?

Leorio cleared his throat, looking away. “No… no reason”

That was a lie, however.

2 hours earlier

Leorio and Killua watched as Kurapika and (Name) walked towards the entrance of the hotel. “Yeah, we’ll get ice cream then walk around town. That sound good to you, (Name)?”

“Yes, that’s perfect!”

Killua perked up, eyes following the pair. “Are they…”

“Going on a date? Probably.”

The two looked at each other, nodding. “That idiot might end up saying something stupid. We should follow them.” Killua said, walking back towards Gon’s room. “I’ll grab Gon.”

Killua narrowed his eyes from their spot in the bush as Leorio and Gon lapped at their ice cream. “They’re on the move!”

Gon set his ice cream aside. “Killua, nothing strange has happened so far, shouldn’t we just let them have their own time together?”

“No. No we can’t.”

Killua took a bite of Gon’s ice cream before moving to another bush, following the two. They caught them in the middle of a conversation.

“It’s a full time job taking care of Killua, I’m sure.”

Killua scowled. ‘It’s a full time job making sure you’re not hurting my mom again.’ he thought, making a sour face.

“(Name)…”

The three nearly gasped when Kurapika cupped (Name)’s cheek, Gon blushing. “He’s gonna-“

Leorio covered his mouth. “Shh!”

“Yes?” (Name) asked. They could see her eyes soften at Kurapika’s touch, closing when he began to lean closer.

Killua had to be restrained by both of them, one covering his mouth and the other keeping him from jumping out of the bush.

Kurapika kept leaning forward, almost meeting her lips, but stopping to swipe her cheek then turn around.

His face was beet red, eyes half lidded. “You had sown ice cream on your cheek.”

“Is he being serious right now?” Gon asked in a hushed voice. “He was totally going to kiss her!”

Leorio sighed, letting Killua go. “He’s just not ready for that yet, I guess.”

“We… we should probably get back. We leave in the morning, so I want to get a good nights sleep.”

The three looked at each other before inching away. Once they were out of sight they sprinted towards the hot spring, leaving Leorio a sweating mess once he sat down.

Present Time

“I see.” Kurapika said, giving him a suspicious look. “I’m going to follow (Name)’s example and get some sleep. Goodnight, Leorio.”

Leorio made sure he was gone before running to his room. Gon and Killua were waiting for him on his bed, playing some card game. The white haired boy looked up, raising an eyebrow. “So, what did he have to say for himself?”

“It wasn’t a confrontation Killua. I think he was just nervous, I gave him some advice.”

Gon and Killua shared a look. “Hey! It was good advice!”

“If he takes advice from you Kurapika is a bigger idiot than I thought.”

“Rude.”

“Or just desperate.”

Killua snickered as Leorio cleared his throat. “Anyways, gentlemen…” he said, looking quite serious. “What are our plans to help our little love birds?”

———————

Leorio loaded the last suitcase into the mom van, stretching lightly. “Aight, load up kiddos.”

“You’re only a year older than me.” (Name) reminded him, waiting for Kurapika to get into the van.

“People under 6’0 are children to me.”

“Oh yeah? That wasn’t the way you thought when we-“

Leorio covered her mouth before Kurapika could hear. “Keep your voice down. He- the kids will hear you.”

“What? It’s nothing super dirty, we just made o-“

He shoved her into the car, the girl squeaking when she fell onto Kurapika’s lap. He let out a groan, the girl quickly sitting up and turning so she was facing him.

This was not good for him, because how it was her pussy pressing against his crotch, not her ass.

“Kurapika, are you okay? Sorry, Leorio kind of pushed me in.”

He couldn’t speak, the warmth of her pressing into him causing the blonde to pant. She leaned forward until her chest touched his. “Kurapika? Hello?”

Leorio grabbed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her away. “Give the man some breathing room, (Name).”

‘She’s going to give him a heart attack.’ Leorio thought, giving the overheating blonde a once over.

“Oh, yeah, sorry Kurapika.”

She twisted around in his lap, getting comfy. As she did this, Kurapika tried his best to calm down. ‘It’s okay, everything’s going to be fine. It’s only a few hours until we reach the hotel for the amusement park.’

He wrapped his arms around her, partly to keep her still in case they moved around, partly so he could pull her closer to cuddle into her shoulder. ‘Can’t lie, this is… really nice…’ he thought, his eyes fluttering closed.

(Name)’s scent always helped him relax, but in this situation it only seemed to make his body hot. He looked up at her through his pale eyelashes, lips hovering over her shoulder.

She was smiling, gazing out the window. The sun illuminated her face, reflecting in her (e/c) eyes. Looking at her face never got easier. She was gorgeous, everything about her making his heart do backflips behind his ribs.

It was then that she glanced back, making eye contact with him. “Kurapika?”

His breath hitched. She leaned back, her hair ticking his face. “Sorry, I’m blocking the window aren’t I?”

She didn’t seem to see that she was now blocking him with her back, but the blonde didn’t mind at all. He was perfectly content to nuzzle against her soft sweater, basking in her warmth.

About an hour into the ride, the road got bumpy again, to the point (Name) was struggling to keep still. Her hips rose and fell, bouncing up and down while Kurapika tried to hide his little whimpers and whines.

“Pika, sorry!” she said, looking back. His face was red, and her was holding onto her so tight in a desperate attempt to keep her still.

“Pika are y-“

She squeaked out when she felt something poke into her, instantly squeezing her legs shut. “K-Kurapi-“

He covered her mouth, glancing around the car to make sure no one was looking before whispering in her ear. “Sorry… you were moving too much…”

She whimpered into his hand, the blonde grunting before pulling it back. “It’s okay, Pika… it’s natural to…”

(Name)’s face grew hot, her eyes staring at her lap. He sighed, pulling her closer and nuzzling into her neck. “Thank you… for understanding…”

He was panting against her skin, blonde hair tickling the back of her neck. “Please… don’t know… don’t know what to do.” he whispered, his voice soft and desperate.

He was obviously struggling to control the way his body was reading, and being the sweet friend she was, (Name) simply held his hand. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ll think of something, just try to relax.

Her voice was so sweet, making him heart race and his body tingle. Kurapika cursed the clothing keeping them apart, his hands grabbing at her thighs.

‘It’s all my fault, I couldn’t stay still and now he’s suffering and probably super embarrassed. I have to reassure him!’

(Name) gently stroked his arm, bringing his hand up and kissing it. “It’s okay, don’t be embarrassed. This kind of thing happens when friction is involved.”

Little did she know, her attempts to comfort him were only making the bulge in his pants painfully tight.

“(N-Name)!”

Kurapika buried his face in his shoulder, trying to think of something, anything to help him calm down, but nothing was working.

“Hey, we’re pulling over for lunch!”

‘Fuck!’

Kurapika looked up, cheeks flushed and sweat bearing down his forehead. ‘If she gets up, they’ll all see how hard I am. Fuck!’

(Name) noticed the grip on her thighs tighten, seeing Kurapika’s face. She knew what she had to do.

“Hey, I don’t think Kurapika’s feeling too well.”

Leorio parked before looking into the rearview mirror. It only took one look into Kurapika’s eyes to understand the situation at hand.

“Shit he’s not going to throw up in the mom van us he? I told you we should have taped him to the roof!” Killua said, opening the car door.

“Killua.” (Name) warned, causing the white haired boy to pout.

“Hmph.”

The three left, Leorio giving Kurapika a thumbs up before hurrying the kids inside.

As soon as they were out of view, (Name) turned her head. “Are you okay?”

He shook his head quickly, eyes hazy as he looked up at her. “Won’t… won’t go down…”

She squeezed his hand, giving him a sympathetic look. “… is there anything I can do to help?”

His eyes widened, and he looked up at her like she was his only lifeline. “… mhm.”

Kurapika gently moved her hips against his, rocking them gently against his bulge. “Move… move like this…”

Her face heated up, feeling his hard on rub against her ass. “Okay…”

She moved slowly, letting him show her exactly how to rock her hips. “F-fuck just like that…”

She felt his lips on her neck, his hand slowly trailing up her shirt as he bucked his hips into hers. “K-Kurapika!”

He paused, his hand stopping right before slipping under her bra. “Sorry…”

Kurapika moved his hand back down to squeeze her tummy instead. She whined, the sound making his breath hitch. “(Name)…”

He nipped at her neck, moaning against it as she rocked her hips. (Name) panted, holding onto the headrest of the seat in front of her.

Suddenly, Kurapika’s hands gripped her inner thighs and pulled them apart, pulling her up and onto his bugle so he was grinding against her pussy instead of her ass. She gasped, letting out a mewl that caused the blonde to speed up.

“Gonna… gonna..!”

He grabbed her chin and turned her face to kiss her as he came in his pants, his tongue pushing past her lips. He continued to buck his hips into hers, moaning into her mouth as he rode out his orgasm.

When Kurapika calmed down, he pulled away and stared into her eyes with his soft scarlet ones. His chest rose and fell, a line of saliva connecting their tongues.

Kurapika didn’t say anything for a while, just panting as he hid his face in her neck, holding onto her thigh. She was holding onto the arm that held her thigh, gently rubbing it. It was nice, being comforted by her after an embarrassing and intimate moment.

He stayed there, enjoying her presence before his phone buzzed. “Hmm? Was that your phone?”

She was about to turn to look at him, but he quickly turned her head back around. Kurapika didn’t want her to see how soft he was, how in love with her he was right now. He couldn’t help the adoring look in his eyes, the need to keep her close and nuzzle into her.

“Keep… keep looking ahead. It’s just Leorio.”

She nodded slowly. He was probably embarrassed over his behavior, maybe even ashamed. She wanted to tell him it was okay and she didn’t mind helping him, as his friend, but she stayed quiet.

Kurapika’s eyebrow twitched as he read Leorio’s message.

Leorio: Are you two done fucking yet? We’re going to say it’s Killua’s birthday to embarrass the shit out of him

Kurapika sighed, giving her tummy one last squeeze before letting her go. “Let’s go eat. Leorio asked us to…”

The blush returned to his cheek, eyes trailing down her back and to her ass. He swallowed, looking a way quickly. “To hurry up.”

She nodded, opening the door and sliding out. Her legs were a little wobbly due to her lingering arousal.

Kurapika climbed out after her, giving her a concerned look. “Are you okay? Would you like me to carry you?”

She shook her head quickly and stood up straight. “No, no I’m fine!”

She walked ahead of him into the restaurant, spotting their friends and sitting with them. “I’ve gotta go to the bathroom.” Kurapika stated to the table before leaving.

“(Name)!”

Gon hugged her, smiling. “Is Kurapika feeling better?”

She nodded slowly, watching as Kurapika walked to the bathroom.

“Yeah… I think he is.”

As the others began to talk amongst themselves, (Name) rubbed her legs together, biting her lip.

‘That felt…’

She looked up to see Kurapika walking back, the man giving her a shy smile.

‘Really good…’

———————

For the rest of the ride to the amusement park, Kurapika was very soft and sweet. He held her close, now openly squishing her soft tummy and thighs affectionately.

It got to the point that the others noticed the change in his behavior, notably Killua. “I’m going to throw up…” he groaned, watching Kurapika bury his face in her shoulder. Killua had had enough!

Thinking he was joking, Leorio scoffed. “Just roll down the window.”

And he did, vomiting out the window. “Wait, pull over! Oh baby, come here!”

Kurapika had to hold her back from crawling over the middle seat to comfort him and hold his hair back. “Hey, the spring is sticking up, just wait for Leorio to pull over.”

As soon as the car stopped (Name) jumped out and ran over to Killua’s side, kneeling down to wipe his face off and give him some water to drink. Kurapika whined slightly when she left, feeling her warmth fading away. ‘It’s alright, she’ll be back in a minute…’

“Are you okay baby? Do you need some medicine?”

He sniffled, looking up at her. “Yeah…”

She cooed, grabbing her backpack and taking out a juice box and motion sickness medicine. “Here, take this.”

He did, before tugging on her sleeve. “Can you stay with me mom? I don’t feel good…”

“Aww, of course baby!”

He got out, climbing back in to sit in her lap. Killua turned his head as she patted his back to give Kurapika a shit eating grin.

The blondes eyes widened. ‘That little bastard, he did this on purpose!’

The two glared at each other, Killua then turning to cuddle (Name). “Poor baby. There must have been some peppers in your food or something. Don’t worry, I’m here.”

Killua’s smug glare faded, his hands gripping her shirt as she rocked him gently. He’d done this to get her away from Kurapika because his PDA was making him ill, but he couldn’t deny that being comforted and reassured that (Name) was there for him wasn’t a nice side effect.

Kurapika’s lip quivered, and he shivered like a sad chihuahua while watching Killua’s sigh contentedly. (Name) had been keeping him warm and safe, and now she was gone. Suddenly the car felt a lot colder, a lot lonelier than it had a few minutes prior.

———————

As soon as they were out of the car, Kurapika attempted to grab (Name)‘s arm and pull her close to him, only for him to spot her carrying the sleeping Killua in her arms. ‘God damnit!

She gently ran her fingers through his hair, sighing. “He’s not feeling well, I guess I’ll have to stay with him at the hotel while you all go to the amusement park.”

Suddenly, Killua’s eyes shot open. “Hmm? Wait I’m awake!”

(Name) raised an eyebrow and set him down. “Well you might be awake, but you threw up earlier and I don’t want you riding rollercoasters after th-“

He groaned. “Mom I’m fine! I think I got it all out of my system!”

(Name) huffed, poking his cheek. “Oh really? Then I don’t need to carry you around.”

Killua paused at that, crossing his arms over his chest. “I didn’t say that…”

Kurapika snickered, causing Killua to glare at him. “Aww, Killua… come here.”

She picked him back up, Gon running over. “Hey, I wanna be picked up too!”

“Hey, she can’t-“

She picked up Gon as well, holding them both. “Alright, if you want.”

Kurapika and Leorio stared at the girl, blinking. “Um… (Name)? They aren’t… heavy are they?”

She shook her head, beginning to walk towards the amusement park.

——————

They spent a few hours riding rides, eating greasy amusement park food, and running around before the park closed.

“God I’m exhausted…” Leorio said, barely able to keep himself upright. Killua and Gon had dragged him around to every ride, forcing him to ride with him.

“Me too.” Kurapika agreed, stretching. Leorio narrowed his eyes at the blonde.

“And why are you tired? You didn’t ride anything.”

Kurapika pointed to (Name), who he was carrying on his back. “I’ve been carrying her the past two hours.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so scrawny you wouldn’t be tired.” Killua said, holding onto (Name)’s hand as she slept. “I see why they made you the Rat zodiac.”

Kurapika’s eyebrow twitched. “I’m… I’m not scrawny…”

He looked away, frowning. “And rats are rather intelligent animals!”

“Yeah, so are dolphins. And dolphins are awful.” Killua rebutted.

“Wait why are dolphins awful?” Leorio asked. “I thought sharks were the ones you had to look out for.”

Gon grimaced. “Dolphins… let’s just say um…”

“They’re the Hisokas of the sea.”

The entire group shuddered. “Point taken.”

‘Wait… my dolphin…’ Kurapika thought, continuing to pout.

“Also sharks are more scared of people than people are of sharks! Here’s some more shark facts!”

The next 15 minutes were spent listening to Gon list out shark facts as they walked through the crowd to get to the mom van. “Mmm…”

(Name) stirred awake when Kurapika sat her down in his lap. “Pika…”

She leaned against him, nuzzling into his shoulder. (Name) was still tired, and although his heart raced, he let her get away with her affectionate actions.

“We’ll be at the hotel soon, okay?” he says softly, wrapping his arms around her.

“Mmm… warm…” her lips brushed against his neck, causing him to push her a little too roughly away.

“(N-Name)! What are you-“

She was blushing heavily, looking down at where his hands were. He slowly moved his eyes downwards, squeezing whatever he was holding lightly before seeing what was in his hands.

“Oh my god! Pervert!” Killua said.

His hands were firmly grasping her breasts, squeezing them lightly. “I- I didn’t mean-“

Kurapika didn’t pull his hands away out of pure shock.

“K-Kurapika!”

He was pulled back into the moment when he heard (Name) call out to him. Her face was burning up, and she was looking at him with shy and embarrassed eyes. “Y-your hands…”

Kurapika’s face turned bright red, pulling his hands away quickly. “Jesus Christ dude, you just groped my mom!”

Kurapika tried to stammer out a response. “W-wait it was an accident!”

“If it was an accident why did you hold onto them for so long? Gross, I knew you were some kind of pervert but I didn’t know it was this bad.”

“I’m not a-“

Leorio cleared his throat. “We’re here.”

Kurapika helped her out of the car, looking anywhere but her face. “I’m sorry, (Name). I swear it was an accident.”

He felt her take his hand. “It’s okay, Kurapika. I understand.”

Kurapika sighed, his cheeks fading to a soft pink instead of bright red. “I know you’re not interested in me like that, so don’t worry!”

He blinks, finally looking at her. The look on her face made his heart hurt. “I… I’m just a warm body, I know.”

Kurapika winced, remembering the words he said to her.

“You’re good at being a warm body, at least.”

Leorio overheard this conversation, feeling his chest tighten. ‘She still thinks that’s all she is? Even after…’

He cleared his throat, walking over. “We need to get everything unpacked. Come on.”

He grabbed Kurapika’s arm and dragged him to the back of the vehicle.

(Name) sat alone on the curb, looking down at her lap. ‘I can’t get ahead of myself. He was just using me to get off in the car because I was what was available. Anyone other woman would also done the job just fine…’ she though, pulling her knees to her chest. ‘I just… helped out a friend. Nothing more…’

Gon spotted her sulking on the curb, quickly running over. “(Name)? What’s wrong, are you tired? I can carry you inside if you want!”

He gave her a worried smile, tilting his head to look at her face. She sighed, looking up. “I’m fine Gon. Yeah, I’m tired but I can move.”

She stood up, stretching lightly before walking inside. He frowned. ‘Something’s wrong, she looked so… sad…’

He glanced back at Leorio and Kurapika, who seemed to be talking about something serious as they unpacked. ‘I’ll go tell Killua, he’ll know what to do!’

Leorio leaned against the mom van, his eyes pointed at the ground. “… your words really, really messed with her head, Kurapika. She..” he sighed, running his hand his hair. “She’s had trouble with her self worth since. (Name) really, really liked you, so when you said all she was, was a warm body to you, she internalized that.”

The tall man barely held back from telling him more, telling him what happened after the events of York New. ‘I promised her I would never tell him…’ Leorio thought, clenching his fist. ‘But it’s hard. If he knew… maybe he wouldn’t take her for granted…’

Kurapika trembled, raising a shaking hand to his mouth. His actions really did have consequences. Kurapika thought that after their intimate moment in the car, maybe things would be better. But was it really their intimate moment, or just his? What did she get out of it, besides the feeling that he was using her for her body? “I…”

He watched as she walked with Killua and Gon, the former holding her hand with a cornered look in his eye. “I love her, Leorio. I know I fucked up, but I… I want to love her, I want her to be happy.”

Leorio smoothed out his Hawaiian shirt, sighing as he grabbed the last suitcase. “I know you do, bud. You should tell her that, though, not me.”

Kurapika stood by the mom van for a good minute, thinking over Leorio’s words. ‘Tell her? I couldn’t. Not after everything I’ve done. I love her, but…’

He sighed, pushing back his hair. ‘I don’t want to hurt her again if I leave. Can I really allow myself to be with her, when there’s no guarantee I will live to see tomorrow because of my mission?’

Kurapika was snapped back to reality by Leorio calling out to him. “Hey, it’s getting late. Stop staring into space, we’re gonna go grab dinner!”

He nodded slowly, getting into the mom van. (Name) walked back out, waving at Kurapika from the doorway. “I’m coming!”

He blushed, waving back. ‘Maybe… maybe it’s okay to try. What could go wrong?’

———————

They sat inside a relatively nice restaurant, the five all looking at the menu. “Do they have chicken strips?” Gon asked, looking over the menu.

“No sweetheart, they don’t,” (Name) answered, patting his head. The black haired boy pouted.

“They have baked chicken. Isn’t that close enough?” Kurapika asked, looking up from his own menu. The group raised an eyebrow at him.

“No, you stupid twink. One is a breaded and fried chicken strip the other is baked. The only similarity they share is that they are chicken.”

Kurapika raised his menu again so he could roll his eyes. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

(Name) gave him a gently pat to his shoulder. “So, what are you getting, Pika?”

He glanced at her, giving the (h/c) haired girl a small smile. “I’m thinking I’ll get some pasta.”

She nods, munching on one of the free rolls the restaurant had provided. “Oh, that sounds good! I’m going to share the sea food platter with Leorio!”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow, glancing at the man who sat beside her. Leorio had his arm resting on (Name)’s chair as he looked over her menu with her.

The blonde scowled. He had wanted to sit next to her, but Leorio got there first, and Killua always managed to take a seat near her as well, so now Gon and Kurapika sat across from the three.

“I’m glad we’re next to each other, it’ll make sharing our good easy!” (Name) said with a smile. Leorio laughed, moving his hand from the chair to around her shoulders.

“You sure you aren’t just happy to be sitting with me, sunshine?”

The menu Kurapika was holding tore, causing Gon and Killua to glance at him. They looked at each other then to (Name) and Leorio.

“Kurapika!” Gon said, in an attempt to whisper. “Are you feeling jealousy right now?”

The blondes face erupted into a blush, and he attempted to stammer out a response. “J-jealous? No, no I wouldn’t- why would I be jealous?”

Gon sighs, holding back a laugh. “Your cheeks and eyes are red, and you’re staring at Leorio and (Name).”

Kurapika places a hand on his cheek, hissing and pulling it away. His face was hot, and one glance at his phone screen showed him that Gon was right.

“Kurapika!”

(Name) leaned over the table and pushed the pair of hello kitty sunglasses onto his face. “Your eyes.”

She cupped his cheek, patting gently. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

He leaned into her touch, his jealousy slowly fading. “No, just… just remembered something unpleasant.”

She gave him a sympathetic look, brushing her thumb over his cheek. “You can tell me about it later, if you want. I’m always here for you.”

His heart thumped painfully against his ribs. ‘She’s so kind, too good for me.’

He spent the rest of dinner eating quietly. A few minutes before they were about to leave, (Name) glanced at Leorio, setting her fork down. “Leorio?”

He looked up from his dessert, humming. “Yeah, sunshine?”

She sighed, cheeks heating up. “Can you explain to me why you put mine and Kurapika’s luggage in the same room?”

The sound of Kurapika’s fork clattering against his plate as it fell from his hand made the two jump. Killua snickered at his reaction.

“Well, that’s how we decided to split the rooms. We got two, and you two ended up sharing one. You’re lucky, I have to share a room with Killua and Gon.” Leorio said, a scowl on his face.

‘I’m a great wingman.’ Leorio thought, sipping on his milkshake.

“Okay, but there’s one problem.” (Name) said, tapping against the table with her nails nervously.

Kurapika was still processing the fact they were sharing a room. “And that is?”

“There’s only one bed.”

Kurapika glared at his friends, his red eyes shining behind his sunglasses. “What?”

Gon looked away, scratching the back of his head while killua ate the free bread rolls. Leorio laughed nervously. “Well you see… the room was cheaper that way, and it was either that one or a room with four beds!”

(Name) sighed. “That would have been ideal! We could have all shared a room then.”

The three didn’t want to admit that the room has been booked on purpose, specifically to get Kurapika and (Name) closer. “Sorry…”

Kurapika knew this, though. He seethed in his seat, tapping his foot in frustration. ‘But…’

He looked to (Name), who was scowling at Leorio. ‘I’ll get to sleep next to her…’

He felt warm at that thought. “I guess it can’t be helped.”

———————

Kurapika sat on their shared hotel bed, waiting for (Name) to finish her shower. ‘Why do I feel so antsy? My heart is pounding.’

He was in his pajamas, fidgeting with the comforter as he listened to her singing in the shower. ‘I wonder if she knows I can hear her.’ he thought, a soft smile on his face.

This smile faded when her singing stopped, replaced with silence before he could hear the faintest whimper.

His eyes went wide, the blondes pants tightening. Kurapika stood up, walking closer to the door.

‘I have to get closer… what if she hurt herself?’ he attempted to reason with himself. Although, he knew the real reason he was pressing his ear against the door, hand slipping into his pants.

“Hahh…”

His cock twitched in his hand at the sound of her muffled moans. ‘Fuck she sounds so good…’

Kurapika wanted nothing more than to be the cause of those pretty little sounds she was making. He had to bite his lip to stay quiet as he masturbated with her. ‘Wanna… wanna cum with her…’

He listened intently, so he could tell when she was about to cum. Her moans were becoming more frequent, soft whines and mewls escaping her mouth.

He could just imagine her leaning against the shower wall, fingers rubbing at her clit, moving towards to prod at her entrance. Kurapika wanted nothing more than to be the one making her feel so good, to pump his fingers in and out of her pretty pussy until her cum was pooling beneath them.

He stroked faster, feeling that familiar coil tightening in his tummy.

She was getting close, he could tell. (Name) was panting, unable to keep her moans quiet anymore. Kurapika held himself back from cumming, wanting to wait for the perfect moment to-

“K-Kurapika!”

His eyes shot open while we he came, his thick seed shooting out onto the door. He could hear her panting and moaning as she came as well. Kurapika’s hand trembled, his face bright red. ‘Did… she moan out my… name? Was she…’

He felt himself grow hard again, his cock aching for another release. ‘Was she thinking of me while she touched herself?’

Kurapika didn’t have much time to process that. The shower turned off, meaning (Name) would be walking out within the next five minutes. He cursed, quickly wiping off the door and running to the bed. ‘Do I have enough time to jerk off again? I’m so hard, I c-‘

(Name) walked out of the shower, causing Kurapika to quickly pull the comforter over his lap. “I’m done, Kurapika.”

She smiled, her face a little hot from her shower and orgasm. (Name) looked much more relaxed, lightly stretching before walking over to the bed.

“(Name)?”

She glanced over at him as she sat down on her side of the bed, slowly pulling back the comforter so she could climb in. “Yes?”

“Earlier, in the car…”

Her eyes widened and her face burned hot with the memory of their intimate moment. “I wanted to thank you for helping me and… I apologize if it seemed like I was just using you. My body… it felt so hot, and I was embarrassed that someone would see… but I trusted that you wouldn’t make fun of me or think less of me for…”

His face was red, and he was obviously quite flustered. She felt herself relax, placing a hand over his. “It’s okay, Kurapika. I will admit, I did think that you might have just been using me, so I appreciate the clarification. I’m happy to help you, you’re my dear friend I don’t want you to ever be embarrassed over something that’s natural.”

Although she said this, he still couldn’t help but shy away from her touch. ‘I know she says I shouldn’t be embarrassed, but I don’t want her to think I only want her for her body again…’

He nodded slowly. “That’s… all I wanted to say. Goodnight, (Name).”

She lied down, and he turned off the light. Although (Name) did believe his words, her heart was still having trouble letting go of the insecurity that he really had used her. It wasn’t easy getting over deep rooted insecurities like that, but she did feel a little better, better enough to scoot closer to him.

“Kurapika?”

He turned to look at her, seeing she was closer. The blonde swallowed, his cock still throbbing from earlier. “Yes, (Name)?”

(Name)’s eyes were half lidded, maybe from being tired, maybe because she felt nice and relaxed. Either way, it made Kurapika’s heart thump loudly.

“Does it bother you to sleep next to me like this?”

This question took him aback, causing the blonde to tilt his head. “Bother me? No, not really. It’s not like it can be helped either way.”

(Name) nodded slowly, giving him a shy, tentative smile. “Well, I like sleeping next to you. It reminds me of the Hunter Exam, and I always feel… nostalgic.”

‘She likes… sleeping next to me?’

A blush took over Kurapika’s face. “I… like sleeping next to you too. You’re probably the only person that I really feel comfortable with sleeping next to me.”

They were both flustered now, playing with their respective ends of the comforter. “That… makes me really happy to hear, Pika.”

The blonde perked up a little, glancing at her. ‘Pika… I’m her Pika again.’

Every time (Name) used the old nickname she had for him, Kurapika felt butterflies in his tummy. She seemed so content laying against her pillow, eyelids beginning to drop closed.

“Pika?”

He hummed in response. They were closer now, but he couldn’t tell if he or her had moved in.

“Can…”

She placed her hand on his, Kurapika melting at her touch. Her hands were always so warm and soft, and he couldn’t help interlocking his fingers with hers.

“Can you what, (Name)?”

(Name)’s eyes softened when her interlocked his fingers with her. “Can I hold you? I know I said I only wanted to do it once when we slept together in York New, b-“

Before she could finish her sentence, the blonde scooted forward and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on top of her head. “Please… I…”

He was having trouble speaking. She always made his head feel fuzzy, his heart pound, and his cock hard. It made interacting with her difficult, but he couldn’t deny his need to be closer to her any longer. She was right there within his reach, asking to hold him!

(Name) wrapped her arms around him, and he could feel her shudder slightly. “Pika…”

She nuzzled into his chest, her hand reaching up to play with his hair. Kurapika didn’t think he could feel any more at peace in this moment. She was in his arms, nuzzling him, playing with his hair. What else could he ask for?

“I love you, Kurapika. Goodnight…”

That made the moment perfect, tears prickling the corners of his eyes. Instead of responding, he kissed the top of her head as she fell asleep, pulling her even closer.

He didn’t care if she could feel he was hard, that didn’t matter. All that mattered is that they were together, and that she loved him. Whether it was platonically or romantically, Kurapika didn’t care. He loved her too, and would love her until his heart stopped.

When her breathing slowed, indicating she had fallen asleep, he smiled softly, rubbing soothing circles into her back.

“I love you too, (Name).”

———————

The bed was empty when (Name) woke up, the sound of the shower going telling her Kurapika left to get his shower before they had to leave for the amusement park.

(Name) pushed herself up, yawning and rubbing her sleepy eyes. Soft footsteps could be heard walking towards their room. She already know who it was before the person started knocking.

“Mooom! Hurry up, the park opens in 30 minutes!”

Killua poked his head into her room, groaning when he saw she was still in her pajamas. “Seriously, you’re not even dressed yet? And-“

He paused at the sound of the shower running, smacking a hand over his forehead. “And the blonde is in the shower. Of course.”

She suppressed a laugh, pulling the boy close and ruffling his hair. “Oh, stop pouting. You know I can get ready fast. You three go and pick up some breakfast for us all, and we’ll be ready by the time you get back.”

Killua huffed, taking a moment to lean into her touch before swatting her hand away and running out the door.

‘He’s so grumpy in the morning,’ she thought, giggling as she opened her suitcase.

Kurapika walked out of the bathroom a moment later, wearing a sweater and jeans. His face lit up when he saw (Name) was awake, the blonde speeding over to hand her his towel and sit in front of her.

He didn’t even have to ask, she already knew Kurapika wanted her to dry his hair.

(Name) giggled, drying his hair as she leaned against her. “Pika, I’ll need to get to a set of my body wash and shampoo. It’s been really good for your hair!”

He hummed contentedly when she ran a hand through his damp hair. “Mhm… thank you, (Name). I always look forward to this.”

She was thankful he was facing away from her, because she was blushing intensely. “I like doing it too!”

After she finished drying his hair, (Name) left to go change. She decided to follow Kurapika’s lead, and throw on a knit cardigan and jeans. His eyes softened when she walked out, the blonde sighing. “You look pretty, (Name).”

Her blush deepened. “Th-thank you, Kurapika.”

The group arrived at the amusement park again, this time planning to stay all day long. (Name) stretched lightly, quickly applying some sunscreen to everyone’s face. “Alright, you boys charged your phones right?”

Killua nodded while Gon scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously.

“Gon, I told you to remember.” (Name) scolded softly.

“Sorry, (Name). I got distracted watching cool reptile fact videos last night.”

“It’s true, and he played it full volume like an old person.” Killua said, flicking his friend on the forehead.

(Name) sighed, opening her backpack and handing him a portable charger. “I’m so glad I packed these. Keep your phone charged, okay sweetheart?”

He nodded, giving her a quick hug as an apology. The two left after, (Name) calling out to them.

“We’ll meet in the dining hall at 1 pm!”

“Okay mom!”

Leorio and Kurapika glanced at each other, then down at (Name). “So, what’s first up on our agenda, princess?”

(Name) smiled up at the two. “First, I want to check out the petting zoo! I heard they have bunnies!”

She wiggled a little as she stood, obviously excited. ‘So cute…’ the two thought.

“Alright, to the petting zoo. Kurapika, you have the map?”

The blonde nodded, unfolding it.

The three made their way to the petting zoo, (Name) washing her hands as Kurapika snuck away to buy her a cup of kibble to feed the bunnies.

“(Name) I got y-“

Kurapika glanced to his left to see Leorio also holding a cup of kibble to her. She glanced between the two, laughing. “Aww, you’re both so sweet. Why don’t we feed them together?”

She bounced on her heels as she waited to get let inside the petting zoo. It was really cute to watch her jump a little and giggle when the door opened, her two friends feeling their hearts race.

As soon as she walked in, all the bunnies hopped towards her, pawing at her pants leg. She cooed, picking one up. (Name) didn’t even have the kibble in her hand, Kurapika and Leorio did, yet the bunnies ignored them completely.

“Animals like individuals with pure souls.” Kurapika stated while the watched (Name) giggle as the bunnies crawled into her lap and gently nibbled at her clothes.

“Yeah, and I don’t think there’s anyone purer than her.” Leorio said, his eyes soft.

“Maybe Gon.”

The two said this in unison, then laughed. Their laughter caused (Name) to look up with a confused smile. “Hmm? What are you two giggling about?”

“Nothing, sunshine, go back to playing with your bunnies.”

After her time was up, (Name) pouted as she was led out of the petting zoo by Kurapika. “Don’t be sad (Name). We can get back in line if you want.”

She shook her head, perking up. “No, there’s other things I want to do. Come on!”

Leorio watched as she dragged Kurapika along, his smile fading a little. The blonde was blushing as (Name) giggled, squeezing his hand tightly.

‘They sure are getting close again.’ Leorio thought, his heart twisting in his chest. ‘I’m… glad she’s happy.’

The three did many things, including riding rides, snacking on amusement park treats, and taking pictures.

Kurapika nearly doubled over laughing at the picture of their roller coaster ride, where Leorio screamed as he clung to (Name) for dear life.

“It’s not that funny…” Leorio said with a pout, tapping his foot against the cement floor. (Name) snickered.

“It is pretty funny, Leorio.”

——————

(Name) sighed as she lapped at her ice cream, holding Killua’s hand with her free one. They were walking out of the park after a long day, and they were all pretty tired.

As she walked, (Name) turned her head lazily whne she heard a sound, quickly dropping her ice cream to sprint towards the noise when she saw what was happening.

“No, DROP IT GON!”

The boy had picked a corn dog off the ground taken a bite if it. “Hey, it’s not bad, I just watched someone drop i-“

(Name) smacked it out of his hand. “How many times do I have to tell you to not eat things ofc the ground? You’re going to get sick, sweetheart.”

She gently wiped the crumbs from his face with her handkerchief, before cupping his cheeks. “Oh, what am I going to do with you?”

Kurapika watched this exchange from the corner of his eye, his cheeks a soft pink. (Name) was always so motherly and caring, making sure neither of their younger friends got hurt or did anything stupid.

It only made the thought of getting her pregnant and starting a family with her seem more and more tantalizing. ‘I can’t… I can’t settle down and have a family. I can’t let my anger fade away…’

But it did stick in his mind, the blonde cursing himself for wearing jeans and not his usual tabard. It was harder to hide a boner in tight pants.

(Name) pouted as she crouched down to clean up her spilled ice cream, Gon hovering around her. “I’m sorry, (Name)…”

She gave him a smile. “It’s okay, Gon. I should have been more careful.”

“But.. the only reason you dropped it was because-“

She stood, dropping the ice cream in the trash before patting his arm. “I promise it’s fine. I can get more ice cream later.”

As Gon pouted and now took her other free hand so she was walking with him and Killua, Kurapika snuck away. Leorio raised an eyebrow as he watched the blonde turn a corner, but he didn’t say anything. (Name) was too distracted comforting Gon to notice.

When they reached the car and were beginning to load up, (Name) glanced up, blinking before counting heads.

“Wait… Kurapika?”

She looked around, not spotting her blonde hair friend. “Shit, where is he? He didn’t get kidnapped did he?”

Leorio snickered at that. “I doubt anyone would be able to successfully kidnap him, (Name).”

She raised her eyebrow at him, causing Leorio to clear his throat.

“He has a lot of enemies, Leorio. What if his…”

She pointed to her eyes. “What if they changed color and someone saw? Oh Kurapika…”

Leorio jumped up when he noticed tears falling down her chubby cheeks. “Hey, hey (Name), he’s probably fine. I saw him walking away after you dropped your ice cream.”

She stared at him incredulously. “What if he was being lured away? Leorio you have to tell me these things!”

“Tell you what?”

She turned her head to see Kurapika jogging over, carrying a brown paper bag. (Name) gasped, instantly running to him and nearly tackling him in a hug.

He yelped, catching her in his arms. “Woah, what happened? Did someone get hurt?”

She looked up, and his gaze softened at her tears. “You… I thought something happened to you when I saw you weren’t here…”

He cupped her cheek, swiping her tears away with his thumb. “(Name)… I’m sorry, I should have told you I was leaving. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Surprise me?”

Kurapika blushed, holding out the paper bag. “For you…”

She blinked, taking the bag and opening it. “Oh, Kurapika!”

Inside was a small plush bunny and a bag of pastries. “I saw you eyeing it when we were at the gift shop, and when I saw you dropped your ice cream, I wanted to get you more. But the stand was closed. I hope these are okay inst-“

He went quiet when she stood on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek, his face turning a bright red. “Kurapika, this is so sweet. Thank you.”

She gave him a hug, the blonde quickly wrapping her tightly in his embrace. “I’m… I’m really happy you like it.”

Unknown to (Name), Kurapika has decided on courting her in the traditional Kurta way, and the first step was gift giving.

Kurapika was very happy on their way back to the hotel, holding her gently and laughing when she hugged the plush to her chest.

————————

The days passed by, and now they were on the road back home. (Name) was a lot more comfortable sitting in his lap now, and he was having an easier time controlling himself.

When they reached home, Kurapika almost felt… disappointed. This meant that she’d be taking her van in to the shop to get the seat fixed. He wanted to hold her in his lap more, but he couldn’t be selfish like that.

“Ugh…”

(Name) groaned as she sat on her couch after unpacking. The kids had already passed out on the beanbag together, snoring. It was nearly midnight, and Leorio had decided to stay the night so he could take (Name) to get her van fixed in the morning.

“Tired?” Kurapika asked, sitting next to her. She nodded, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah… exhausted. The trip was fun, but I’m happy to be home.”

He nodded, playing with her hair. She leaned into his touch, smiling. It was a nice moment, Kurapika feeling himself relax next to her.

Nothing lasts forever though. Kurapika flinched when he heard his phone ringing. (Name) waved her hand, telling him to answer it. He nodded and stood up, walking into the hallway.

(Name) felt her eyes getting droopy as she waited for Kurapika to finish his call. When she heard his familiar footsteps approaching the couch, she glanced up. Her heart sunk at his expression, suddenly very awake.

“I… there’s another informant that wants to meet with me in a week. I’ll be gone for… a few months.”

Kurapika could tell (Name) didn’t like this by her face. “A few months? That’s so long…”

He swallowed, looking away. “I know, it is. But I’ll be going.”

She nodded slowly, looking down at her lap. “Your mission always comes first, I already got that.”

He felt his chest ache. Kurapika wanted to try and reassure her that she was also very important to him, but he couldn’t get the words out. He clenched his fist, sighing softly. “I’ll… I’ll call you every day if I can.”

This surprised her. She felt a bit hesitant to trust him, after all, the last time he promised that he ended up ghosting her then breaking her heart.

“Okay. It’s not like I’m going to stop you from leaving or anything.” (Name) said, leaning back against the couch. “You’re your own person, you don’t need my permission to do things. You just stay here in between missions.”

For some reason, that hurt Kurapika a lot more than her yelling at him or being angry with him would have.

“… it’s in a week. I would uh…”

He twiddled his thumbs. “I would like to spend time with everyone before I leave.”

He meant to say he wanted to spend time with her most of all, but his body wouldn’t allow him to say it.

“Sure, I’m not busy.”

He smiled, and she gave him a tired smile as well. “I’m going to bed now. Goodnight, Pika.”

He watched her walk upstairs, says filled with love and longing. “Goodnight, (Name).”

[spahhzy]

When little Jaune Arc got to the playground, he honestly thought it would be the same old playing by yourself thing. Most of the other kids were in the process of being trained by their families in the way of being a huntsman.

Jaune sighed. He, too, wanted to be a huntsman... but for some reason, his family never wanted to train him. No matter how many times he asked or begged, it was still a resounding 'No' from both mom and dad.

Jaune feet kicked up some dirt as he made his way towards the swing set, but to his surprise, instead of it being empty, their was actually someone sitting in the swing next to him.

Timidly, Jaune got into the swing next to the stranger, feeling a bit uncomfortable as the stranger face was covered with a hood, but Jaune did his best not to pay attention to the stranger but them sitting and NOT doing anything wS beginning to scare him.

???: Don't be afraid friend.

Lil Jaune's blue eyes widened as he heard the stranger speak, how did he know!?

???: I promise you I mean you no harm, I'm just here to think is all.

Jaune: o-okay...

???: Why are you here all alone?

Jaune: ...uhm cause I-I don't have any friends.

???: Really, well, that makes two of us...I too don't have any friends....well, that would be a lie...I had one good friend but I haven't seen him in a long time.

Jaune: Wow... I'm sorry, I'm sure you guys were very good friends.

???: You betcha, you could say we were inseparable!

Jaune: Wow... I wish I had a friend like that... Everyone is just off being cool heroes and stuff...

???: You want to be a hero?

Jaune: Oh boy, do I, that's like my dream!

???: What does a hero usually do?

Jaune: Hero's....uh they help those I need, like in the stories and fairytales.

???: So you want to help people?

Jaune: Mmhm! I wanna help everyone!

???: Everyone, you say, hmm? You know what, you're going to be someone hero one day, I can already see it.

Jaune: Really, sir, you mean it?

???: Mmhm! And you know what, if I may, could you help me out? Think of it as part of your hero training.

Jaune: But I'm not a hero...

???: Not with that attitude you won't be. Think of this little request as the stepping stones of your training!

Little Jaune pondered for a moment but reluctantly nodded if he could begin to start being a hero in training then he would help the stranger.

The stranger reached into his cloak before pulling out...

Jaune looked on in awe...their in the strangers hands was a small blue sleeping... kitten?

???: Can you watch after this little fella here? They have been through a-lot...

Jaune paled...he couldn't bring home a cat, his mom and dad would be upset!

???: I know what you're thinking, and don't worry, only you and some other folks can see them.

Jaune: Really...

???: Oh, most definitely! Your mom, dad, and sisters will see nothing.

Now Jaune was beginning to have doubts...a invisible cat?

Jaune: Wait...who are the other people who can see them?

???: Bad bad people, they tried to hurt the poor fella. I don't have names, but I can tell you one will have a metal arm with red eyes, another will be snow witch with a scar on eye, another will have gold eyes and cat ears just like our friend here and another one will have silver eyes and a large scary stick...

Jaune just gulped. These people seemed like real villains. Why would they want to hurt this poor cat!

???: lastly, watch out for the silent double colored terror... she will be the most persistent.

Jaune just nodded as the stranger gently handed him the blue kitten.

???: You're gonna be a great hero, Jaune. I can already see it in you.

Jaune: Y-you think so?

???: Oh yes, I already see a little bit of my friend in you, and he was my greatest hero.

Jaune: Wow!

???: Yep, but it's time for me to go now, little hero. Remember, take very good care of our little friend here, and when the time is right, I will meet you again in a land where fantasy comes to life!

Jaune: O-okay, uhm...

???: J.C.

Jaune: J.C?

???: mmhm!

Mama Arc: Jaune, honey, come on its time to go!

Jaune: coming mom...uhm thanks J.C for...giving me a chance to become a hero.

Jaune then carried the kitten close to his chest as he turned his back to the stranger, who waved at him, Jaune turned and waved back before finally returning to his mom as they both left the park, and Jaune found it weird but he thought he saw bright blue eyes coming from the stranger...ah well must have been a trick of the light.

The stranger watched as Jaune and his mother left the park before looking at his hand that began to fade away.

???: Yes, you will become the hero, Jaune...my hero!

A gust of wind blew around him as his hood fell and revealed a mess of blonde hair and a slightly old face marred with a disturbing chesire grin and bright blue eyes.

CCJaune: My hero forever!

[curtis-corner]

Stand By Me (Darry Curtis) - PART 4

Oh boy this got LONG but I couldn't resist! Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to let me know how much they enjoy the story. It truly makes my day.

PART 4

You glance again at the clock on your nightstand. 5:50. Darry said he would be over at 6 to meet your father before taking you out, and you knew he was the type to show up right on time. You smooth down your dress; it was one of your favorites, a deep blue with pearl buttons up the front. It was a bit shorter than the dresses and skirts you usually wore to work, but decent enough with your stockings underneath.

You checked your hair and makeup for the third time in your vanity mirror. You wish you had nicer earrings, or maybe even a gold necklace to go with it, but you weren’t about to get upset over it. You spritz your perfume one more time (you had saved up a year to buy it) and walk quietly into the hall.

“Dad? Darry will be here soon,” You shake his sleeping form and he lets out a gruff response. You had woken him up earlier and he had actually showered and put on presentable clothes, but he had fallen asleep on the couch again.

As if you summoned him, you hear the truck pull up in front of the house and you hurry to put your shoes on and grab your pocketbook.

Darry knocks on the front door and you take a big deep breath before opening it.

He’s always handsome, but it’s obvious he put a little more effort into his appearance tonight. He’s wearing a rich green button-down shirt and dark brown pants and it’s the first time you’ve seen his hair styled.

“Hi,” you say softly and he smiles.

“Hi. These are for you,” He holds out a small bouquet of pink roses. No one had ever bought you flowers before and you feel overwhelmed with how nice it makes you feel.

“Oh, wow.” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you take them from him and you look back up. “Thank you so much. Please, come in,” You step back to let him in and to your surprise, your dad is waiting for you both.

He introduces himself to Darry while you put the flowers in a fresh pitcher of water. When you come back, you catch the end of Darry shaking his hand.

“Dad, I left a sandwich in the fridge for you.” He nods.

“You’ll be out late?” He directs the question to Darry. Darry shakes his head.

“Just dinner and then to a club across town for dancing, sir. Won’t be out too late.”

“Alright.” Your dad starts to head back to the couch, when he stops and turns to look at you. “Be careful.”

It was the most he’s acted like a parent in years. It makes your heartstrings tug, just a little.

“I will.” He leaves and you turn to Darry. “Ready to go?” He nods and you both walk the short distance to the truck. When you get in, Darry starts it and turns to you.

“You look really pretty, by the way.”

“Thanks. You look nice too, I like your hair.” He touches the side of his hair and rolls his eyes.

“Soda helped me do it. Said I needed to look sharp.” You share a smile with him.

“Well it worked.”

--

The restaurant is casual, a step up from the local diner but nothing too fancy that you feel out of place. Conversation with Darry is always easy, and you talk about funny customers who come into the general store and he tells you about a roofing job where his crew discovered a family of possums living in the attic.

“You ain’t never heard grown men scream so loud.” Darry laughs when he tells the story. “I was on the ground and look up and see three guys just fighting to be the first ones down the ladder. They said the mama possum was hissin’ up a storm.”

“So what did you do?” You ask, laughing when you picture the sight.

“This crazy old guy I work with, Leo, he goes right up with a stick and gets them out, one by one, and they run off into another yard. We all pretty much hid behind the truck. Took almost an hour. And then Leo just picks up the hammer when he’s done and goes right back to the job.”  Darry shakes his head and you let out another laugh.

It's nice – you’ve gotten to know each other over conversations in the truck whenever he would drive you home so the only jitters you have are from excitement, not worries. Every once in a while, you notice Darry glancing at the phone hanging near the front of the restaurant, like he’s waiting for it to ring. You have a feeling you know why, but you work up to asking.

“What are the boys up to tonight?”

“Hopefully not burning the house down. Two-Bit and Steve are over and when I was leavin’, Soda was trying to convince Pony to play Monopoly after dinner.”

“So it’s a full house?”

“Usually is.” Darry looks like he’s debating whether to say more. You give him a half-smile that you hope conveys that he can tell you anything. “After everything that happened, it was quiet for a bit, but we’re all trying to get back.”

“I’m sure it helps when everyone is together.” You offer and Darry nods.

“I think so. Pony doesn’t say it, but he likes bein’ around other people. And they’ll look after him.” He almost sounds like he’s trying to convince himself. You tentatively reach across the table and put your hand over his.

“Is this the first time you’ve left them since everything happened?” Darry grimaces.

“Am I that obvious?”

“Only a little,” you take a slight teasing tone and it loosens Darry up. He flips his hand over so it’s holding yours on the table.

“I don’t want you to think I’m sitting here thinking about my brothers.”

“I don’t. But I know they are on your mind.” He doesn’t disagree but he gives your hand a slight squeeze.

“You’re on my mind too. Have been for a while.”

And then you’re blushing up a storm and shift the conversation to the fancy hair salon they are putting across the street from the general store.

Darry pays the bill when you’re both finished and only lets go of your hand to help you put your jacket on. You immediately miss the contact when you’re in the truck, and when Darry gets in the driver’s side, you move your hand across the bench seat to rest on his arm.

“We can check on them if you want.”

“No, it’s alright, there’s this club downtown, it’s got a band playing tonight-“

“I don’t mind.” You tell him honestly.” You can make sure they’re alright, then we can go hear the band.” Darry seems to wrestle with his for a minute before starting the ignition.

“It’ll be quick.”

--

The sun has long set, but there’s light steaming from the windows of the Curtis house. Darry holds your hand behind him as he opens the front door and you can hear the radio and loud voices talking over each other.

“Darry? What are you-oh, HI!” Sodapop’s smile is bright from the dining room table and he gets up to greet you.

“Hey Soda,” You say kindly and he surprises you by giving you a hug. You hear chairs scraping the floors and when you look up again, three more boys have crowded into the living room.

“We’re just stoppin’ by to make sure the house is still standin’,” Darry says, giving the group a pointed look. “No need to get excited.”

“Too late Superman!” You know Two-Bit Matthews and you can’t hide your smile when he claps Darry on the back. “Now I’ve been around this family since Kennedy was in charge and I ain’t never seen Darry bring a girl home. Ain’t that right Steve?”

“Sure is, Two-Bit.” Steve answers.

“Are you staying for monopoly?” Ponyboy asks. “They let me be banker.”

“Yeah well we weren’t gonna let Sodapop do it, he gives money to anyone who asks,” Steve dodges a shove from Sodapop.

“It’s called being generous!”

“We’re headed back out-“ Darry starts.

“Aw, come on. Get the girl a beer and watch me build a hotel on Park Place.” Two-Bit heads back to the table with Steve hot on his tail.

“You better watch your bank Ponyboy,” Steve calls and Ponyboy runs back to the table, yelling at Two-Bit for trying to swipe a fifty dollar bill.

“Just one round?” Soda asks with his ever-present smile. “You can be on my team since we already started. Darry can help Pony with the bank.” You look at Darry and nod, letting him know it was fine by you to stay.

“Fine.” He says, and you can tell under the eyeroll he’s a little pleased. “We’ll stay for one beer and one round.”

--

Two beers and many rounds later, you think this might be the most you’ve ever laughed in your life.

Two-Bit tries to sweet talk his way out of paying rent every turn, offering bribes that get more and more ridiculous. Steve nearly flips the table when he lands on one of Ponyboy’s properties for the third time in a row , and Pony looks particularly smug taking his money.

You and Soda are down to your last fifty dollars and two properties, but you don’t mind. Darry sits on the chair to your right and at one point, he had moved it closer so his thigh rested against yours.

“But I’m your brother!” Soda whines as Darry and Pony shut down his request for more cash.

“I told you not to build those houses on the light blue ones, no one ever lands there,” Darry pointed at the cluster of green houses.

“Get your teammate to bat her eyes at Darry, you’ll get your money,” Steve tells Soda. Soda raises his eyebrows at you and you grin, turning to Darry with your most innocent expression.

“Just a hundred bucks?” You ask sweetly and the table erupts in laughter.

“Oh that ain’t fair at all.” Darry shakes his head, but he’s laughing too and you absolutely love the sight. Soda puts his arm around your shoulder and makes a pleading face.

“You really gonna turn us down Darry?”

“I don’t think I like this team up, what do you say Ponyboy?” Darry reaches out to ruffle his youngest brother’s hair. Ponyboy looks back and forth between you and Soda.

“I say we give ‘em a hundred but they have two rounds to pay us back or else we take everything they got.”

“Nothing like some good ol’ family extortion to spice up a Saturday night.” Two-Bit pops open another beer while you take the money from Darry.

“Thanks. I owe you one.” You wink at Darry and he glances around the room and then smiles at you.

“I’m pretty sure I owe you one.”

--

“You really don’t have to keep apologizing, I had an amazing time.” You tell Darry as the two of you walk hand-in-hand up your front path.

“I know, I just…” Darry trails off. You reach your shabby front steps and turn to him. “You deserve someone who can take you out for dinner and dancin’ and not have to worry about other responsibilities.”

“Darry, I knew you had responsibilities going in. You think I don’t know we might have more dates with your brothers on them than not?” You step closer and lift your hand to the side of his face. He leans into your touch. “I wish you weren’t so damn hard on yourself.”

“I can’t always help it,” he says softly, his blue-green eyes staring into yours. “I haven’t dated anyone since becomin’ their guardian. I haven’t wanted to. Until you.” He gently rests a hand on your waist.

“I don’t need fancy dates or big plans,” Your voice is quiet too, like any louder and it might break this moment. “I just want you.”

Darry’s face softens, he’s looking at you like you said exactly what he needed to hear. He slowly moves his head closer to yours.

It’s like watching a train coming towards you – you know what’s coming, but your anticipation still grows. You know he’s going to kiss you, and you know once he does your life is never going to be the same, but you’re still surprised when his lips do their first tentative brush against yours.

His kiss is innocent for exactly two seconds – the moment you press back, it’s like a firecracker goes off between the two of you. He’s backing you into the siding on the front of your house, you’re running your hands through his styled hair. His hand stays on your lower back, but yours are everywhere, bringing him closer, even when it feels impossible.

Eventually you both slow down so you can catch a breath,  but it does nothing to diminish the spark that is lit between the both of you. Darry presses his forehead to yours.

“Is it too early for me to ask you to go steady? Be my girl?”

You don’t tell him that he could have asked you to go steady weeks ago, without even taking you out of kissing you, and you’re answer still would have been yes. You don’t tell him being ‘his girl’ is without a doubt the highlight of your nearly twenty years of life. You simply just respond “I’d love to.”

But you think he might know anyway.

[jackhues]

(mockingbird au!) family - jack hughes, platonic!quinn hughes

concept: y/n had a shitty relationship with her dad growing up. knowing this, quinn steps up as an older brother/dad figure, always making sure y/n knows they're loved and part of the family (loosely based off of mockingbird by eminem)

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“wait for me!”

jack kissed your cheek quickly, “i love you, see you soon!” running towards the boys that were already outside and waiting on him.

you were spending the summer in michigan with your boyfriend, jack. you’d hung out with his family and friends a few times before and for some reason, managed to fit in better with them then with most of your real family.

jack was going wakesurfing with his brothers and friends, leaving you and ellen hughes to spend a girls’ day together.

“you sure you don’t want to come?” quinn asked you, walking at a leisure pace even though he was late. you weren’t sure if he didn’t realize he was late, or just didn’t care.

“i’m good,” you laughed a bit. “i’d rather not be the only girl out there today. we all know i’d be the babysitter.”

“of course, quinn’s got that position because you’re not there,” ellen grinned, holding out a hand for the maple syrup.

you passed it to her, giving quinn a suspicious glance, “you just want me to come because you don’t want to babysit? wow, q, just wow,” you shook your head in disappointment.

quinn rolled his eyes lightly, grabbing a waffle and shoving it in his mouth. “no, seriously, y/n. i won’t make you babysit anyone. if they die, that’s on them. you’d enjoy coming with us. we’re heading out on the boat, going wakesurfing, and we’ll probably swim a bit before heading home. it’s gonna be a chill day, you won’t have to babysit.”

you thought about it, but shook your head, “thanks for the offer, q. but… i’ve got a very fun day planned with my mother over here.”

ellen smiled, blowing a kiss in your direction before sticking her tongue out at quinn.

“okay, but you still need to learn how to wakesurf,” he told you. “it’s a life skill, especially for a hughes. you’ve got to learn. tomorrow, i’m taking you, jack, and luke out to the lake. you better be ready.”

“you should be ready,” you told him, motioning towards the door. “the rest of the boys are gone already.”

quinn made a face, looking towards the door. 

“shit!” his jaw dropped, finally realizing everyone else had gone. he pressed a quick kiss to his mother and your heads, rushing out the door to catch up with them.

you and ellen shared an exasperated look, laughing.

“he’s too funny,” you muttered.

“he would’ve been on time if he hadn’t spent so long trying to convince you to join them,” ellen pointed out.

“careful, mama hughes,” you tried not to laugh. “you’re letting your favourite child show.”

she laughed loudly at that, “oh please! the boys know you’ve been my favourite since the second jack brought you home. they’ve all accepted it at this point.”

you took another bite of your breakfast, laughing along as you and ellen spoke about anything and everything. 

you’d never had a relationship like this with your mother: one where you could speak freely, laugh loudly, and just be happy. she tried to be good, you knew that, but it wasn’t easy. with your father and his controlling personality, there wasn’t much your mother could do for you. you’d forgiven her for how she dismissed his actions through the years, but you weren’t ready to keep your relationship with her.

your dad on the other hand, you hadn’t forgiven him nor were you ready to accept a father-daughter relationship with him. he was distant growing up, never really there for you. he’d comment on what you wore, who you went out with, what you did. every little thing he could find a flaw in, he’d bring it up with you.

with it just being the three of you, you’d never experienced a love like you did with the hughes family.

ellen and jim were closer to you than you were with your own parents. they dropped you off to your first university volleyball game, wishing you luck and cheering you on in the crowd. they showed up to every playoff game, searching for you before to wish you luck and finding you after to tell you how proud they were.

luke was the ‘baby’ of the family, showered with love by absolutely everyone. when you and jack began dating, he was a little jealous of all the attention you’d been receiving, but the second you told off jack for bothering luke, he’d accepted you wholeheartedly. 

jack was your best friend, your other half. he understood you better than everyone, and he made sure to put his knowledge to use. whether you had a bad day, or just wanted a hug, he was always there to put everything aside for you.

quinn was like the older brother you never had. the way he looked out for you, dedicated time to teach you new things (like how to change a tire), you felt accepted. you weren’t sure how much jack told him about your relationship with your dad, but sometimes it felt like quinn tried to show everything you missed out on and was determined to make it up to  you.

it was the small things, but every hughes member made you feel like you were one of them.

-

“okay, now stand,” quinn instructed.

“easier said than done,” you muttered, sitting on top of the board.

quinn had decided that the first step to you learning how to wakesurf was to get you to stand on the board. which sounded easy enough, but was proving to be a difficult task thanks to the waves.

you, jack, quinn, and luke had taken the boat out, preparing you for your first wake surfing lesson. jack and luke were currently out in the water, wake surfing as quinn tried to teach you the basics.

“look at me,” quinn told you. he got up on his own board, adjusting his body as the waves threatened to topple him over. “it’s like any sport,” he told you. “sometimes you fall, but that’s okay. as long as you get back up, you’re going to be fine. come on, y/n. you can do it.”

you hesitated, but of course quinn knew exactly how to get you to agree. you thought back to your childhood - learning how to skate with your friends and falling over more times than you could remember, or scraping your knees every time you went to dive in volleyball, or countless other times you were forced to get back up.

“y/n! y/n! y/n! y/n!” luke and jack chanted as they took the boat past you two.

you laughed, feeling a surge of confidence at their enthusiasm.

taking a deep breath, you got up on the board, nearly flipping over as a wave caught you.

“i got you,” quinn waded over to help you. he adjusted the board, holding it in place as you climbed back on it.

“wait, lemme try again,” you said, shooing quinn away.

“that’s what we’re here for today,” he grinned, moving back to let you on the board.

you got up again, lasting for about three seconds before falling over. it took a while, but as you kept trying, you kept getting better. the fact that luke kept speeding by while holding an ‘L’ out towards you spurred you on greatly.

“take that!” you yelled in his direction as you managed to stand on the board without falling for a solid amount of time.

quinn laughed, “think you’re ready for the boat?”

“fuck yeah!” you grinned, pumping your fist up, then promptly losing your balance.

the three boys laughed, helping you get set up on the board. quinn took the wheel, not trusting jack to drive the boat at the exact speed he wanted. luke had his phone out, ready to record the whole thing. the middle hughes leaned over the back of the boat, giving you pointers and encouraging you.

“all you need to do is get back up,” jack reminded you, squeezing your hand.

“if i fall off, don’t laugh,” you told him, getting a little nervous at the realization that you’d never done anything like this before. it looked fun whenever you saw the guys do it, but the idea of you flying off the back had somehow rooted itself in your brain.

“in the impossible chance that you fall off, i will sacrifice my very perfectly tousled hair to jump into the water and save you,” jack promised. 

"wow, big words, j."

you grinned lightly, knowing all three of the boys would go after you if you fell off.

quinn started the boat, causing you to stumble slightly.

“you all right?” he called from the boat.

you shot a thumbs up, grinning as you began to get used to the motion. you’d gone surfing before with the hughes, and this was quite similar to it. as quinn noticed you get more comfortable, he sped up a bit, allowing you to try some beginner tricks.

jack cheered you on, leaning so far over the edge of the boat, he almost fell over into the water. luke, who was recording the whole thing, began to laugh so hard, he tripped over his own feet and lay on the ground, still laughing.

you began to feel your own balance waver as you tried not to laugh at the scene. you waved a hand, calling for quinn to stop the boat. jack helped you up into the boat, giving you a kiss and whispering how proud he was.

“what’s wrong? did you get hurt? did you have fun? is it too hard?” quinn made his way towards you, lost as he’d missed the encounter with the boys.

“i’m fine, i’m fine,” you promised, your cheeks hurting from how hard you were grinning. “i was just - these two are idiots, and i can’t stop laughing.”

luke still lay on the deck of the boat, laughing again at the reminder.

“i didn’t want to fall off because they’re making me laugh,” you told quinn. “but that was so much fun! if it weren’t for the other two, i’d be doing better tricks than the rest of you ever could.”

luke scoffed, before playing the video of jack nearly falling into the water again and laughing.

jack rolled his eyes, grabbing his younger brother and sticking him in a headlock.

you turned back to quinn, a little surprised that you weren’t even shocked when the hughes began wrestling each other.

the first time you saw jack jump on luke and wrestle him, you’d thought they were insane. then quinn told you that’s just how brothers act, before grabbing both of them in a headlock and sending them off.

“you were good out there, y/n/n,” he grinned, patting your head. “by the end of the summer, you’ll be better than the rest of us. trust me.”

you grinned, “thanks, quinn. i wouldn’t have the guts to get on that board if you didn’t convince me. like, if there’s ever a problem with the whole hockey player thing, you’d make an amazing pay-by-the-hour older brother.”

quinn laughed at that, shaking his head in amusement. “meh, i’d much rather be an older brother to my family. even if i don’t get paid while doing it.” he made a face at the sight of luke trying to wriggle his way out of the headlock and jack whispering furiously in his ear, “speaking of not getting paid for being an older brother, that’s my cue to break them up.”

you sat against the seat, smiling to yourself at the sight of the boys just being boys. one of quinn’s sentences made you grin from ear to ear. 

he said he’d much rather be an older brother to his family. he’d included you in that.

you were family.