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Fixer Upper

Part 28

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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Kurapika woke up when (Name) began to stir underneath him. He shifted slightly to look up at her, feeling more sober, but not completely down from his high yet. “Angel?”

She smiled sleepily, giving his forehead a kiss. “Hey Pika, did you sleep well?”

He nodded, leaning his cheek against her breast. “Yeah… I alway sleep the best when it’s with you.”

That flustered (Name), turning her shy. She looked away, cheeks warm. “I-I’m glad. Sorry I woke you up, but Leorio and I are about to go shopping,”

Kurapika stared at her for a moment, blinking slowly. “Shopping? It’s nearly midnight.”

(Name) laughed, moving out from under him to pull on her shoes. “They have big deals at midnight on Fridays. It’s the perfect opportunity to do Christmas shopping!”

Kurapika perked up at that, looking at her with soft eyes. “Christmas shopping? Mmm…”

The blonde stood up, stumbling slightly as he began to walk towards his coat. “I’ll go… with you. I’ve gotta shop too…”

He wanted to get (Name) something nice for Christmas. ‘Mmm… maybe a necklace…’

“Um… Kurapika, is that good idea?”

Leorio stood behind him, watching the blonde stumble around as he got ready. “Look at the little guy, he can barely stand up straight.”

(Name) sighed and held onto Kurapika’s hand. “Pika, maybe you should stay home. What if-“

He whined, surprising (Name). “No, no I wanna go with you…”

His hand reached out to tug at her sleeve, and he leaned his full weight against her. “Don’t leave me…”

She held him, looking to Leorio for help, but the tall man shrugged. “Your boyfriend, your problem.”

“He’s not my- Leorio is you don’t get over here I swear to GOD-“

Leorio scurried over to help support Kurapika. “I was just kidding! Haha…”

——————

(Name) and Kurapika rode in the back of the car, the blonde peppering kisses on her neck and cheek as he cling to her. “Mmm… so happy…”

She tried to keep her breathing steady, but his wandering hands were making that hard on her. “Pika, pika please.”

She gently pushed his hands to her waist, lightly scolding him. “Keep them here, okay?”

He pouted but listened, nibbling on her neck in defiance. Leorio watched this from his rearview mirror, frowning. “I don’t know how you agreed to this, (Name).”

She pouted, gently squishing Kurapika’s cheeks. “How could I say no to this face?”

Kurapika seemed completely content to be held and squeezed, nuzzling his cheek against her palm happily.

“I could, easily even.”

“Leorio!”

“Sorry.”

They three arrived at the mall, Kurapika clinging to (Name), his cheek squished agaisnt hers. “Soft… mmm…”

She yelped when he gently bit her chubby cheek, nibbling lightly. Kurapika had thought about doing this exactly things multiple times, but never had the courage. Now his inhibitions were gone, and he wasn’t holding back his affection for her.

“L-Leorio, help!”

The taller man rushed over, pulling Kurapika away. (Name) wiped at her now wet cheek, huffing slightly, but stopped when Kurapika spoke up.

“N-no… (Name) please… don’t leave me…”

She paused, watching as tears fell down his pink cheeks. This wasn’t an act, the blonde was genuinely desperate for her care and affection, and she couldn’t just sit by and watch him cry.

“Shh, Pika, it’s alright.”

She cupped his cheek and wiped away his tears with her thumb. “There’s no need to cry, I’m not going anywhere. You just can’t bite me, okay?”

He nodded, his lip quivering as Leorio let him go. He was back in her arms in seconds, his cheek nuzzled into her neck. The taller man rolled his eyes. “You’re too soft, (Name).”

“Maybe…”

She pulled Leorio in too, making him stutter and blush. “But I’m soft for you too, so no complaining.”

The three made their way into the packed mall, (Name) keeping a hand on Kurapika’s at all times. He seemed to not mind this one bit, he even tried his best to stay as close as possible to her.

“Okay, we’re going to be splitting up. I need to buy Christmas presents for both of you, so Leorio…”

She handed Kurapika to the taller man, smiling. “You’re on Kurapika duty.”

Leorio pouted, holding onto Kurapika’s hand like one would hold a dog’s leash.

Before the blonde could whine, (Name) kissed his cheek, cooing softly. “Shh, be good for Leorio and I’ll give you some peach cobbler when we get home.”

He nodded, his face flushed and eyes half lidded as he watched her walk away. “Mmph… I love her…”

“I know bud, let’s get moving before we get trampled.”

————————

“So, what are you here for, Kurapika?”

The two were standing near a random kiosk as they talked. Kurapika took a moment to answer, blinking slowly. “Wanna get something for (Name)…”

Leorio nodded, turning to look at the kiosk. “Yeah, that’s what I’m here for too. We should stick together so we don’t end up getting her the same th-“

He turned to grab Kurapika’s hand and lead him to a nearby Sanrio store, but the blonde had already disappeared with the crowd.

“(Name) is going to kill me.”

Kurapika walked in a daze, occasionally glancing up to look at signs. He wanted to get (Name) something special, but his mind felt fuzzy and he was having trouble remembering the ideas he had for her gift.

Over the past few months, his love for her had grown from a schoolboy crush to an adoring love that he had trouble keeping under control. Kurapika hadn’t yet asked her out, so he wanted to get something she could enjoy even if she rejected him.

But right now, Kurapika wasn’t thinking of that. The only thing on his mind was getting her something special, and whether it was romantic or not didn’t matter.

The blonde spotted the jewelry store, and his eyes lit up.

‘Perfect, that’s where I’ll get her gift.’

———————

(Name) sighed softly, peeking into the bag she held in her arms. She had just bought Leorio’s gift, and was moving towards the nearest Claire’s to start shopping for Alluka.

‘Alluka likes makeup and fashion, but Nanika prefers Pokémon and My Little Pony…’ she thought to herself as she began shopping, placing hair berets and jewelry into the basket she carried.

Killua and Alluka usually got a few different gifts on Christmas, some from “Santa” and some from her and the other adults. Alluka and Nanika stil believed in Santa, while Killua didn’t. He still liked the tradition though, and played along for his little sister’s sake.

As (Name) went to pick up a bat themed hair clip, she felt someone else’s hand brush against hers.

“(Name).”

Her hand was grabbed, the woman looking up to see none other than Illumi standing before her. His long black hair was pulled back into a braid while he wore a casual pair of slacks and a purple turtleneck.

“Illumi? Strange seeing you here, what do you want?”

(Name) wasn’t dumb, she knew if Illumi was there he was there for a reason. The dark haired man smiled, his grip tightening on her hand. “You weren’t answering your phone, so I tracked you.”

She blinked, reaching for her phone. “Ah, it’s dead. I didn’t even notice, sor- wait did you say you tracked me!?”

He nodded nonchalantly, as if tracking her down was the most normal thing in the world. “Yes, I needed to inform you that I was in town and that we will be having our date tomorrow at 6 pm sharp.”

“And I had to know this immediately? You didn’t have to track me-“

“I did. I assume you already know this, but your power makes you quite the target for kidnapping. You being dangerous isn’t the only reason the Hunter Association is keeping an eye on you.”

(Name) puffed out her chubby cheeks in a pout, staring up at the tall man. “Yeah, yeah, lower your voice. I don’t like others knowing-“

“Others? You mean that blonde boy?”

Her face heated up instantly, and she huffed. “His name is Kurapika, and yes I’d rather he not know about… all of that.”

Illumi raised an eyebrow in amusement. “I hate to break it to you, but he knows you’re under surveillance. He just doesn’t know why… completely.”

(Name) paused, her aura flaring up as she looked hip, her eyes darkening. “Illumi, don’t play with me. How much does he know?”

Before she could even finish her sentence, the man had jumped back 15 feet to get out of her Ben’s radius. “Don’t kill the messenger, (Name). He only knows that something happened during the Chimera Ant incident, and that it had something to do with your abilities being dangerous.”

She let out a relieved sigh, her aura relaxing. “Fuck, Illumi, lead with that next time, I nearly turned you into a pile of ash.”

Illumi laughed, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “No, you wouldn’t have. You don’t have it in you to kill me. I can tell.”

He used two of his long slender fingers to pinch her cheek. “You’ve killed once, sure, but don’t get ahead of yourself. You’re still too soft, killing that man destroyed you, didn’t it?”

She pushed his hand away, scowling. “Shut up, you’re really testing your luck, Illumi.”

“Ah, ah, ah, you shouldn’t be so rude to someone that helped you. Perhaps I’ll tell the blonde boy what really happened-“

She grabbed his hand and squeezed it, staring up at him. “Illumi.”

He went quiet, looking down at her in mild amusement. She was being completely serious this time, and he knew to go any further may end up pushing his luck. Illumi pulled his hand away and shook it lightly. “Oh, truly you’re no fun. Hisoka would have found that hilarious.”

“It’s hard to tell when you’re joking when your face is always completely neutral, Illumi.”

He shrugged, his big, dark eyes staring down at her. (Name) crossed her arms, looking up at him. “Back on topic, where will our date be?”

“It’ll be at that new restaurant uptown.”

She blinked at him, quiet for a moment. “Illumi, I won’t be able to afford th-“

“Is it not normal for the man to pay for the date? Don’t worry, you won’t owe me anything for it.”

Illumi raised his hand and placed it on her head, rubbing his palm against her hair. It was an awkward attempt at some sort of affection, leaving (Name) confused and with messy hair. “See you then, (Name).”

And with that, he was gone. She tried her best to smooth out her hair when she heard someone running towards her. Wait no, there were two people sprinting her way!

“(Name)!”

Kurapika and Leorio panted softly as they reached her, both bent over to catch their breath.

“Your… aura… spiked,” Kurapika was able to get out, his cheeks red. Leorio nodded and waved his hand in acknowledgment of Kurapika’s statement.

“It’s… nothing. Just saw something scary.”

“Scary? Are you alright?”

Leorio and Kurapika were on her in seconds, the former checking her for injuries while the latter held onto her hand in a comforting manner. “Oh my god, I’m fine!”

She laughed, pushing them both away, but inside she felt… fuzzy. Them running to supposedly rescue or help get made her feel safe and protected. (Name) grew up fending for herself, so it was nice to taken care of sometimes and have someone worry over her.

Kurapika blushed slightly when she laughed, his heart doing flips in his chest at the way her eyes crinkled and her cheeks warmed up. She was happy, truly and genuinely happy, and that made him happy.

“(Name)… you’re so pretty.”

To Kurapika, this was an absolute truth. (Name) was beauty itself, the moon that shined in the dark and guided his way. The woman’s face heated up, her eyes going wide with surprise.

“Pretty?”

Kurapika hummed softly, reaching out to cup her cheek. “Mmm… no, not pretty. Beautiful, gorgeous, radiant…”

He planted a kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulled away. “Just… perfect.”

They shared a soft look with one another, Kurapika about to lean in for another kiss when Leorio pulled him back by the collar. “Alright lover boy, we have an appointment to keep.”

Kurapika struggled against Leorio’s hold, still a bit weak from inebriation. “Appointment? What are you talking about?”

“I made one while you were lost.”

“Lost? You lost Kurapika!?”

Leorio paused, glancing at (Name)’s angry expression before sprinting away. “Sorry (Name), gotta go or well be late!”

Kurapika stumbled as he ran, being dragged by Leorio. “Hey, slow down, your freakishly long legs are going to make me fall!”

Leorio stopped in front of a store, one that sold customized suits. Kurapika took a moment to catch his breath before speaking. “A tailor? Why the hell do we have an appointment with a tailor?”

The taller man rolled his eyes. “Your last suit is ripped and covered in blood. I got an appointment for myself, but I figured you would need one too.”

Kurapika, still coming off of his high stared at Leorio for a moment, connecting the dots. “Ah… that’s right.”

“And you didn’t hear it from me, but (Name) loves a well dressed man.”

Kurapika’s shoulders straightened, and he booked it into the department, nearly stumbling and losing his balance. “Well come on, it’s rude to miss an appointment!”

————————

(Name) sat in the food court, several bags by her feet as she sleepily munched on a cheap burger. She finally got her shopping done, ans with a quick glance at her watch, she realized it was nearly 3 am.

She rubbed her tired eyes, glancing around. ‘Where are they? It’s been an hour since I last saw them…’

The employees could be seen putting up cheap Christmas decorations as the mall became less crowded. (Name) looked between the Christmas tree and the lights being hung up as she got lost in thought.

‘This will be my first Christmas with Kurapika…’

That thought warmed her cheeks and heart, along with the knowledge that he planned on asking her out soon. Killua would never lie or play a trick was cruel as that on her or Gon, so she was going to keep waiting patiently for him. Even the smallest chance of him liking her made her nearly combust.

He had always been so alluring, with his pretty eyes and kind smile. There had been bumps in the road with him, yeah, but (Name) was sure he had changed!

At least, she really hoped he had. For both of their sakes.

There was, however, a nagging fear in the back of her mind telling her that he would abandon her all over again for a chance to kill the phantom troupe or gather a pair of the scarlet eyes. She figured that no, he wouldn’t do that after choosing to save her over collecting the eyes.

Right? He slipped up and hurt her feelings at times, but he wouldn’t do that again…

Her mind drifted back to the painful fact that Kurapika still hadn’t apologized for his actions in York New, or even attempted to explain WHY he said such things to her. It’s still confused and hurt her. Did he like her, if he couldn’t apologize for something so awful? Sure he’d given her apologies for his small fuck ups since he came back, but he hadn’t done it for the one that caused their separation in the first place.

It was almost like he was holding onto that apology, in case he needed to leave again. That thought hurt (Name) the most, knowing he might be keeping her at arms length, that me might even be using her hurt for his own gain. Would he apologize for that incident to butter her up after he messed up again?

She shook her head. No, (Name) didn’t want to think of Kurapika in that light. He was trying to better, wasn’t that enough?

But she knew it really wasn’t. Kurapika had issues, everyone did, but he used his anger and hate to fuel him. When your life is based on anger and hate, it’s hard to love. Kurapika wasn’t good for her at the end of the day. He was on a path of destruction that no one should follow, unless they wanted to get burned.

(Name) knew this, but despite it all she couldn’t bring herself to let him go. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t. He was everything to her, the reason she stayed alive when she was barely hanging on.

She wanted to believe he would get better, that if she kept by his side he would change for her.

That’s all she could do, was believe in him and his ability to change for the better. Was this healthy? No, but when Kurapika was near, (Name) felt whole, complete. Being apart from him had nearly killed her, though sometimes he wondered if he felt the same. Was she just a desperate, clingy girl to him? Someone he could easily take advantage of because of her soft heart and trusting nature?

‘No! No… stop it, you can’t think like that. Kurapika isn’t that type of guy, he… he wouldn’t. He would never take advantage of me.’

She sighed softly, placing her half eaten burger on the small tray in front of her. After a good sip of her soda, (Name) nearly screamed when she felt someone hug her from behind.

It was just Leorio, the man hugging her while also grabbing the remains of her burger and taking a big bite. “Hey, sunshine. Hope you didn’t have to wait too long.”

She pouted a little as he finished off her burger. “It wasn’t too long, I just finished shopping myself.”

Leorio nodded, stealing a fry before standing back up. “Got a new suit, what do you think?”

She turned hummed in acknowledgment, looking him up and down. “Looking sharp as always, Leorio. Navy blue is certainly your color.”

Leorio blushed, giving her a flustered smile as someone cleared their throat behind him.

(Name) looked past Leorio to see Kurapika standing there in a suit tailored to his specific tastes and shape. His hair was combed neatly, falling past his shoulders as his cheeks turned a soft pink color under her gaze.

“Oh wow, aren’t you handsome? Mmm…”

She walked forward and ran her hand over the fabric of his suit, humming softly. “It’s nice, and it suits you well… you needed a new one, didn’t you? This is perfect.”

He struggled to speak for a second as her hands roamed his chest and shoulders, the blonde’s cheeks turning from pink to red. “Uh thanks. Thank you.”

She smiled and pulled her hands away, causing the blonde to involuntarily huff. ‘Wait, what was that?’

He blushed, feeling like a spoiled child with the way his body reacted to her retreating warmth. His high was nearly gone, so he was a bit more conscious of his actions and the way they made him look.

“Oh, you still need me.”

She seemed to assume he was still being clingy due to his inebriation, so (Name) held him close to her, smiling as her arm locked with his.

‘Oh… this is nice…’

Maybe he could be clingy for a little longer, until the fog fully cleared from his head. She didn’t seem to mind after all, and having her close to him was all he really wanted.

———————

They got home at nearly 4 am, and the three slept in while Alluka and Killua left to play by the creek. At around 1 pm, (Name) got up to start preparing for her date with Illumi.

First she would have to cook an early dinner and put the food away so they could eat while she was gone. Then, she walked upstairs to figure out what she would wear.

She didn’t care too much about the date, she wasn’t interested in Illumi in the least, but she also didn’t want to have to redo the date if she didn’t adhere to his tastes enough. (Name) was still trying to figure out WHY he wanted a date with her.

Her eyes stopped on a certain dress a friend bought her, and she paused. ‘Well… this is the most elegant dress I own…’

She put it on, then set about doing her hair and makeup, finally finishing up by 4:30 pm. She placed her heels on then walked downstairs, lifting the long fabric of her dress so she wouldn’t trip.

Kurapika and Leorio were sitting in the living room, the blonde going over a map of something while the taller man listened intently. They looked up when she was walked past. Kurapika’s jaw fell open, and he stumbled out of his chair and towards her.

Before he could get a word in, she opened her purse and reapplied her lipstick as she stared into her compact mirror. “Dinner is in the fridge, I shouldn’t be out too late. Make sure the kids don’t get into any trouble, bye!”

She gave him a smile before leaving, her swaying hips making him babble incoherently as she closed the door behind her.

She left before he could ask a single question. Where was she going? Why was she so dressed up? Was she going on a date, and if it was, could he reasonably take the person she was meeting in a fight?

Leorio watched as Kurapika tugged on his coat and put on his shoes. “Uh, what are you doing?”

“I’m… following her. To make sure she’s okay.”

“To make sure she’s not going on a date, you mean?”

The blondes eyebrow twitched, and Leorio sighed. “You know, if you had asked her out weeks ago this wouldn’t be happening. She’s gorgeous, and a full grown woman. She can do whatever she wants.”

But even as Leorio said this, Kurapika could sense jealousy in his voice. “You don’t like this either, Leorio. I… won’t do anything stupid, and I’ll keep you informed.”

Leorio stayed quiet for a moment before sighing. “Alright, but if you get caught, I had nothing to do with this.”

Kurapika left without another word, using his phone to track her location. She offered to do this so he wouldn’t worry so much when they were on missions together, and now he was using her kindness to his own advantage.

As he ran along the sidewalk, he wondered if what he was doing was right. Even if she was going on a date, was that really any of his business? They weren’t dating, and he hadn’t exactly been the kindest to get over the years. Maybe the man she was meeting would treat her better than he ever could, and that thought made him pause outside the restaurant.

“Hey, blondie! Get over here!”

Kurapika nearly yelped when he was pulled into a bush, his mouth being covered by a clawed, pale hand. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re my brother’s date, I thought you liked mom!”

“Killua?”

His voice was muffled by the white haired boys hand, but with a turn of his head Kurapika’s guess was confirmed. “Yeah, it’s me. Why are you here?”

“Why are you here? I thought you were playing with Alluka in the backyard!”

Killua huffed, rolling his eyes. “I was, until I got told by Milluki that Illumi had a date near me. I came to spy and maybe mess with him a bit. It makes up a little for him trying to brainwash me or whatever.”

Kurapika ignored the last part, instead latching onto the knowledge that Illumi was here, on a date. The realization of what may be reality was dawning on him, making the blonde’s head swim.

“I’m… I’m here because (Name)’s location said she was here. She left the house all dressed up…”

Killua stared at Kurapika for a moment, putting all the puzzle pieces together. “You don’t think…”

They both shivered, peeking out of the bush when they sensed (Name)’s aura. Thankfully the two had thought to use Zetsu before they arrived to hide their own auras.

They peeked out of the bush just in time to see (Name) stepping out of her car, a tall man holding her hand to help her out. “You look divine, (Name).”

The two stared wide eyed as Illumi Zoldyck kissed her hand, the man wearing a lavish suit. Kurapika felt his blood pressure rise, his fists clenching as he tried to control his anger.

“Thanks… you look nice too.”

Kurapika wasn’t able to tell that (Name) looked visually uncomfortable with Illumi’s touch, he was too blinded by seething hatred and jealousy. Illumi was touching her, his angel, and he wouldn’t stand for it.

“Listen man, I’m just as freaked out by this as you, but you’ve gotta cool down.”

Killua pulled him back before he could jump out of the bush and strangle Illumi to death. “Just be patient, let’s follow them in.”

The two waited for a few minutes after (Name) and Illumi walked into the restaurant before they followed behind.

“Okay, follow my lead. Just don’t act… like yourself.”

Kurapika rolled his eyes, smoothing out his tabard as they stood up. “I know how to act in scenarios like this, I work as a bodyguard for the upper class. I’ve been to restaurants like these a thousand times.”

“Oh really? And how many of those situations included (Name)?”

Kurapika went quiet, giving the white haired boy an annoyed glare. “… that’s besides the point.”

“I actually think that’s the entire point, if we’re being honest. Why else would you be here?”

“You just love pissing me off don’t you?”

“Your reactions are pretty funny.”

Kurapika decided to ignore him, remembering (Name)’s advice. Killua was provoking him, he had to remember that when speaking to him. “Let’s get this over with.”

The restaurant had cool, unnatural lighting that left one feeling uneasy and exposed. Although it was chilly outside, there seemed to be no relief from the cold weather inside. If Kurapika had to guess, he’d assume it was below 60°F.

If you wanted a comfortable place to eat, this was not the place. You would find more comfort eating on the ground of a public gas station bathroom. Despite the high quality furniture and food, Kurapika would have much preferred having dinner at home with (Name) and his friends.

The two spotted (Name) and Illumi sitting at a candlelight table a few feet away. Illumi seemed to stare at her without blinking as (Name) tried to look everywhere but at the man across from her.

“What are they even doing here? I’ll be honest Kurapika, you’re pretty low on the list of people I want mom to end up with, but you’re higher than Illumi, that’s for damn sure.”

“… how much higher?”

Killua didn’t answer that one, instead ducking behind a fake potted plant. “They’re ordering their food.”

(Name) glanced from the menu to Illumi, trying to order her food without stuttering. He stared at her with a blank face, his big and dark eyes almost staring into her soul. It made her nervous to be observed like an object under a microscope.

“I’ll um… have the salmon platter, with broccoli and corn as a side,” she said softly before handing her menu back to the waiter.

“I’ll have the same.”

(Name) blinked as Illumi did the same as her, before folding his hands in his lap neatly. He went back to staring at her afterwards, but (Name) had enough of that.

“So… how have you been lately?”

Illumi thought for a moment before responding. “I recently completed a job where I had to kill 30 people within a four day time limit.”

He said this as if it was a completely normal topic of conversation. Illumi was an assassin, yeah, but so was Killua, but he could at least read the mood.

“That’s… impressive.”

It hurt Kurapika just a little to see her in the dress he bought her while she was on a date with another man. It was a gift and she could use it however she wanted, but it still made his heart ache. “Why do you think she would ever go on a date with him? He’s a total creep.”

Killua sighed. “I’m not sure, but judging from her uncomfortable expression I don’t think she’s here for fun.”

(Name) sipped on her wine quietly, attempting to find at least one thing to talk about. She looked around the restaurant and scanned Illumi, before her eyes stopped on his neck.

A high quality, knitted scarf hung around his neck, a dark purple in color. It was the only pop of color in his entire outfit, and something (Name) could latch into.

“Oh, Illumi, that scarf is so nice, where did you get it from?”

She then cursed herself. ‘Damn it (Name), it’s probably from some luxury brand you’ve never heard of, you’re just going to see like an idiot.’

“I made it myself.”

Silence.

It was her turn to stare into his face unabashedly, her eyebrow raised and head tilted. “You… made it? You know how to knit?”

Illumi summoned his needles, making the girl flinch. “Would you like a demonstration?”

———————

Kurapika and Killua sat at a table a good 10 feet away from the two, using menus to cover their faces. Thankfully, by the time they got close enough to listen in on their conversation, (Name) had become focused on Illumi and his handiwork.

“Oh wow, Illumi! You just knitted an entire sweater in 2 minutes, that’s incredible!”

Kurapika nearly barfed whne he could see the faintest tint of pink appear on Illumi’s face from (Name)’s genuine compliment. “… oh… thank you, (Name). It’s something to keep me busy when I’m between jobs. I picked it up when I was 13 after getting kidnapped for ransom money.”

“Ah.”

(Name) sighed, and quickly tried to push past that. “Well I’m glad you picked it up, you’re really talented! Honestly, I bet you could sell your creations first good money-“

“I do.”

“Oh.”

(Name) played with her food. The topic of his scarf was starting to run dry, he was giving short answers again. What else could she possibly talk about though?

That’s when Illumi made his move. “So… how is Killua?”

Killua noticed (Name) stiffen at Illumi’s question. She was immediately on guard, and would be able to detect any malicious intent. “… he’s fine.”

“And Alluka?”

“She’s doing well.”

Illumi folded his hands under his chin, his eyes softening ever so slightly. “I see. That’s… good. It’s nearly Christmas time, I know buying presents for them and keeping them clothed and fed can’t be easy. Mother hates that her children prefer staying with you, and she’s barely kept from killing you herself by the fact that if she did, she would incur Kilua’s wrath. He made it very clear to us that you are not to be touched.”

(Name) nodded slowly, Killua doing his best to keep his anger under control. ‘He’s talking too much, he needs to shut his mouth.’

“Well, perhaps she should think about why Killua and Alluka prefer staying with me. They feel safer and cared for in my home. I don’t like separating families, but I also don’t like children being… mistreated.”

Illumi stayed quiet, as if thinking this over. (Name) wasn’t going to hold back her thoughts on their parenting methods, not one bit. Killua and Alluka were both deeply traumatized individuals, and a lot of that trauma stemmed from the way they were brought up.

“They… really do seem to care for you. That much is obvious with a simple look at their aura when you’re around. I’ve… never seen Killua as relaxed as that. He’s… changing.”

(Name) nodded. “Yeah he is, he goes to therapy every Tuesday and does his best to improve himself because he cares about me and his friends. He doesn’t want to be an assassin, and even if he did I would support whatever choice he makes. He doesn’t have a set path to follow in my house, he can be whoever he wants to be, and that in and of itself is freeing.”

Kurapika noticed Killua’s grasp on his menu tightening, and behind it the boy was tearing up. He already knew all of this in his heart, but to hear (Name) state how much she cared for him made Killua want to sob.

The blonde wasn’t completely sure what to do, but he reached out a hand to hold onto Killua’s, squeezing gently. It’s something (Name) had done to comfort Kurapika several times before, and when Killua began to relax, he sighed with relief knowing it worked.

As (Name) and Illumi finished their dessert, (Name) wiped her face before smiling politely. “Thank you for taking me out, I really appreciate it, and surprisingly this was pretty nice.”

Illumi nodded, but when she stood up to leave he grabbed her hand. “Wait, (Name).”

She turned back to look at him, only to see his face quickly approaching hers.

Time slowed down for the restaurant. As Illumi’s lips inched ever closer to (Name)’s, a certain blonde had enough, throwing down his menu and sprinting towards the table. Killua follows suit, attempting to stop Illumi and Kurapika from getting into a fight.

Before anything could happen, (Name) placed her palm over Illumi’s lips, stopping him from kissing her. The man tilted his head and stared at her questioningly.

“Sorry, Illumi… but there’s only one person I want to kiss.”

She glanced at Kurapika, who stood right in front of their table, his eyes wide with both shock and relief. “It looks like my escort home is here. Bye, Illumi. See you later!”

She gave Illumi a genuine smile, getting a slight upturn of his lips in return. Kurapika stared menacingly at Illumi as he helped (Name) up, puffing out his chest and keeping a hand on her hip the entire time, claiming her as his.

As they walked out of the restaurant, (Name) reached into the bush outside and pulled Killua out by the arm, before grabbing Kurapika’s hand. “Can you two explain why you were spying on my date?”

“W-well I came here because I heard my brother was on a date and I wanted to ruin it, but I didn’t when I saw it was you.”

That sounded plausible enough to (Name). “And you, Pika?”

He stayed quiet for a moment, his heart thumping against his chest. This was it, if he was going to confess to her this would be the perfect chance to.

“I… um…”

His cheeks began turning pink as he tried to get the words out. “(Name)…”

Kurapika cleared his throat and took her hand, his face turning red. “I like you… and… I want to go on a date with you!”

(Name) felt her entire body heat up as her heart raced. She was beyond flustered, feeling her heart thump against her chest wildly. She felt so happy, the man she was in love with liked her, and wanted to take her out! “You… you like me?”

He nodded rapidly, squeezing her hand. “Y-yes! I do!”

“… and that’s why you crashed my date?”

Kurapika’s blush intensified as (Name) gave him a cheeky smile. “… no, I… I crashed your date because… because I couldn’t stand you… seeing someone else. It made me…”

“Jealous? Angry? Seethe with rage and contempt?” Killua offered. Kurapika sent him a look before nodding.

“Yes… I was jealous.”

If him confessing to her wasn’t enough, the fact that he cared about her enough to be jealous over her made (Name) swoon. She looked away shyly, nodding her head and playing with her hair.

“W-well… I would love to go on a date with you, Kurapika.”

This nearly gave Kurapika a heart attack, and he was so close to melting from happiness. He had done it, he asked her out and she said yes! What more could he-

“But… I have one condition.”

Kurapika paused, then moved closer to her, cupping her cheek in his hand. “I’ll do anything, (Name).”

She smiled, leaning into his touch. “I… want to bring Leorio and Killua along.”

Kurapika froze, his hand squished against her cheek as he processed that information. “You… want to bring them on our date?”

Even Killua was a bit surprised by this. “Mom, no offense, but I don’t want to be around when you two get all mushy.”

“Well… it’s not going to be a date exactly. We’ll be going out together, but…”

(Name) looked down, interlocking her fingers with Kurapika’s. “I’d feel… more comfortable if Leorio and Killua were there with me. I… haven’t been alone with you a lot, Pika.”

Did she not trust him still? That nearly broke Kurapika’s heart, to know she might still fear he may hurt her if they were left alone together, but… the last time he was with her alone, it ended with her in the hospital.

“I… I understand. As long… as I get some alone time with you.”

She nodded and squeezed his hand again. “Thank you for being so understanding. I… I do like you, Kurapika, and I want to have a nice date. It’s just…”

She trailed off, looking at the ground. Kurapika pulled her close to him, kissing the top of her head. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I’ll make this outing the best thing possible, you’re going to love it!”

(Name) nodded, her cheeks warming up. “I’ll count on it.”

———————

In one of the early weeks of December, Kurapika, Leorio, Killua, and (Name) journeyed out into the winter weather. (Name) and Kurapika walked next to each other, looking away from one another shyly as Killua and Leorio trailed behind him.

“So where is this date taking place exactly?” Leorio asked. Kurapika huffed, crossing his arms.

“It’s a surprise.”

(Name) giggled. She had been in an amazing mood the past few weeks, waiting as patiently as possible for their date to come. Kurapika had to leave soon after her date with Illumi for a mission, but when he got back, he had their own date planned out and ready for the next day. “I happen to love surprises.”

“I know, angel.”

She blushed at the nickname, and with a shy look, she reached out to take his hand. This was a pleasant surprise to the blonde. He made sure to hold her hand gently, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

Leorio and Killua grimaced at the displays of affection between the two. ‘Gross.’

Kurapika was still struggling to accept the long term consequences of his decision to be with her, but right now he was happy. Her hand was in his, she was smiling, and he loved her. Couldn’t that be enough?

He covered her eyes before they reached the spot for their date. “Hehe, Pika! You really want to surprise me, don’t you?”

“Yes, anything for my angel.”

She felt her heart beat faster again. He was treating her like a princess, she felt so special. (Name) had a lot of interests, and she was so excited to see what he planned for her.

“Okay, you can look now.”

He pulled his hands away, revealing an ice skating rink. The woman blinked, glancing between him and the ice. “We’re… ice skating?”

He nodded enthusiastically, smiling. “Yes, I already paid for both of our skates!”

“Oh. That’s… so sweet.”

She looked to Killua and Leorio for support, but they just sent her a confused look. They didn’t know this is where Kurapika was planning on taking them. “Ah… Kurapika, you do know I’m pretty clumsy, right?”

He nodded, holding her hand. “Yes, but don’t worry, I’ll be there to catch you when you fall!”

His words sent a chill down her spine, forcing her to remember when he made a similar promise before. He had broken it, and with one look at (Name), he also remembered it. “I-I… I promise, I… I will catch you… this time.”

(Name) decided to trust in him, sitting down and holding out her foot. “Okay, okay. Can you help me get my skates on? I’ve never skated before.”

“Oh, I haven’t either.”

‘Oh dear.’

Leorio, who had been ice skating before, ended up lacing up her skates and helping her over to the skating rink. Kurapika was already standing outside of the rink, smiling. “I’ll go first. Really, it’s not that bad, Killua was speeding by here a second a-“

As soon as he stepped out onto the ice, he fell into his face. “Pika!”

(Name) got out into the ice, nearly slipping herself as she scooted over on her knees to help him up. “Oh fuck, you’re bleeding!”

He groaned as (Name) and Leorio helped him off the ice and onto a bench. His nose was bleeding, staining the new white sweater he bought just for their date. “Oh, Pika…”

She gently wiped his nose before dabbing at the blood on his shirt, using her free hand to heal his wound. “I can get that stain out of your sweater when we get home, you can just wear your jacket over it for now, if you still want to skate.”

He nodded, tenderly touching his nose. “Yeah… I want to skate. I kind of… rented the entire skating rink for the day and… I wanted us to have a good time..”

(Name) sighed, finding his need to make their “date” fun endearing. “Okay, we’ll go out together. Just try not to get too hurt, I can’t use too much nen. I’ll pass out.”

He felt bad for making her use already, Kurapika wouldn’t ask again.

The two held onto each other as they stepped out into the ice, (Name) yelping as she slipped. Like he promised, Kurapika caught her, at the expense of his legs getting scraped. She didn’t get out unscathed however, she ended up quite bruised herself. “Careful, angel. I’ve got you.”

They helped each other back up, clinging to each other as they attempted to learn how to skate. Killua attempted to skate over and help (Name), but Leorio stopped him.

Despite them falling over constantly and getting all beat up, they were both laughing as they helped each other back up.

“It’s not the skating that matters, they’d have fun regardless, as long as they were together.”

After a few hours of practicing, (Name) was finally able to skate across the rink without falling on her butt. Kurapika cheered from the other side of the rink as she skated back into his arms.

As she attempted to stop, she couldn’t, so Kurapika caught her to slow her down. “You did great, I’m still falling on my ass.”

(Name) smiled up at him, her eyes crinkling as she giggled. “You know, I could try and teach you, but not for free.”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Oh? And what would the payment be?”

She held up one finger, her face heating up. “Just one kiss…”

The blondes face flushed, and with a nod, her cupped her cheeks. His hands were cold and her cheeks were warm, making her shudder as he pulled her closer. “That’s a reasonable ask, (Name). Maybe you should raise your prices. How about I throw in a few more kisses as a tip for my teacher being so cute?”

Her eyes fluttered as his thumb brushed over her lip. “Mmph… that would be very kind of you, Pika.”

The two leaned forward, only an inch between them when an employee peeked into the rink. “Mr. Kurta? Your time is up, thank you for skating! Please make your way out of the rink and return the skates at the counter.

The employee blushed when she spotted Kurapika embracing (Name), the blonde looking annoyed that their moment was interrupted. He leaned forward and kissed (Name)’s forehead. “I guess you’ll have to teach me some other time.”

“Mhm… but you can always pay ahead of time.”

Kurapika blushed, then sighed softly. “Later, let’s get these skates returned.”

———————

Leorio and Killua trailed behind (Name) and Kurapika as they all walked home. The former two had a blast doing their own thing, just keeping an eye on the latter two to make sure (Name) was safe and comfortable.

Now, they just felt like third wheels as the two in front of the laughed and held hands. “I think it was a success.”

“Yeah, you could say that. Should we..?”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here.”

Leorio and Killua took the shortcut home, leaving Kurapika and (Name) to their own devices as they made their own way back to (Name)’s house.

“Ugh, my hands are freezing. I should have brought my mittens…”

The thought of (Name) in mittens did make Kurapika melt, but he used her forgetful side to his own advantage. He grabbed her hands and gently blew warm air onto her palms, planting sneaky kisses long her fingers. “Come here, I’ll warm them up.”

“P-Pika…”

She moved closer, her face nuzzled into his shoulder as he held her to him. “Would my angel like some hot chocolate? That might warn you up some more.”

She nodded, humming in contentment as he led her down the sidewalk.

The two walked hand in hand to a small hot chocolate stand. Kurapika ordered and paid for two hot chocolates, the two continuing their stroll home, now sipping at their warm drinks. “Ahh… thank you Pika, this was a great idea.”

He couldn’t help but adore the way she held the cup in her hands to keep her fingers warm, gently blowing on the steam before taking another sip. ‘She’s so cute…’

As the two reached home, Kurapika stopped on the porch, turning to look at her. “I’m… sorry this date ended up being so… painful.”

He looked over her bandaged and bruised legs, wincing slightly. “It’s okay, I had fun! And…”

She pulled him closer to her, cupping his cheek. “This weekend, I want you to come with me when I go Christmas shopping. We can… make it an actual date.”

The two laughed, Kurapika’s hands lowering to her hips. “That would be nice, (Name).”

They both leaned forward, sharing a soft kiss. They stayed still for a moment, their lips locking together sweetly as Kurapika’s hands squeezed at the fat of her hips. (Name) pulled away with a smile, looking tired.

“Come on, let’s get inside before we freeze to death.”

Kurapika nodded, opening the door for her. His eyes followed her plump ass as she walked inside, barely keeping himself from popping a boner.

‘We… we went on a date.’

The fact was still sinking in. Not only had they gone on a date, but she had already asked him out on another one.

He couldn’t be any happier.

———————

(Name) sat on her bed, her eyes catching on the yellowing envelope that sat on her dresser. It was the suicide note she wrote back before the exam, and she always felt herself drawn to it after spending time with Kurapika.

Every time she had suicidal thoughts, she added a little sticky note with the date and reason for those thoughts or urges. It was her way of coping and trying to get those thoughts safely out of her head.

Although she had fun with Kurapika, the lingering knowledge that he still hadn’t apologized for his actions made her heart ache, especially when his actions had hurt her so badly she had added a new sticky note to her suicide note.

She looked over the sticky note, tears falling from her eyes.

September 16th

Am I just a burden to him, my Pika Kurapika? It hurts, everything hurts. I know I can’t die and leave Killua, Gon, and Leorio all alone… but I want to. Maybe that’s what Kurapika wants, for me to be gone and out of his way. Maybe I want that too.

The note was written out of anger and bitter sadness. She could barely look at it without feeling the lingering resentment she had for Kurapika. (Name) didn’t want to hate Kurapika or see him as a bad person, she loved him way too much… but she also wanted to know if he truly loved her.

‘I’ll… I’ll at least give him a chance. He… claims to like me, and… he’s trying.’

(Name) placed the letter back on her dresser, sighing softly. ‘Pika… please… don’t break my heart again. I… I don’t know if I can take it.’

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Cuddling w/ NCT Dream

Hello! It's been a long time since I have posted, and to make this blog feel a little bit more alive, I'm back with something new! This is a bit rushed, as I did not have much time. It's my birthday! Writing this at the end of the day because I feel lonely and bored, haha post-birthday depression ig. But I felt like posting this so I hope you enjoy it ^_^ Masterlist

Mark: I think that Mark is a touchy person especially when he's stressed. His ideal time would be at night, at the end of each day. After returning home late at night, he wants nothing more than being with you in your bed, with his arms wrapped around your waist, head nuzzling into your neck. He'd probably whisper sweet stuff to you, maybe even rant about his day, and his deep, relaxed voice would feel so good at that moment.

"I had a bad day today." He'd say, and proceed to rant and then he'd bury his head deeper in your neck, taking in a long deep breath, and say something weirdly funny but sweet.

"You smell like vanilla."

Renjun: Renjun doesn't need a time to specifically cuddle. He loves having his hands on you, at any time available. He would hold you tight while watching TV, or maybe ask you to rest your head on his lap, and he'd gently massage through your hair, hit the right spots to make you relax into his touch. His way of cheering you up or helping him relax? Definitely, cuddles and more cuddles, and he would always be extremely caring of you.

"Is this okay? Are you feeling better now, love?" He'd ask, peppering soft kisses onto the back of your hand. He would aslo like spooning you at night, just because he likes having you close to him<3

Jeno: Jeno would LOVE hugs. He'd hug you anytime, anywhere, whether it's around the waist, the shoulder, or from the back. He'd also like GETTING cuddles. Even though he'd insist on always being the big spoon, he would still love it when you'd softly stroke his hair, or wrap your hands around him, bringing him closer. It'd make him feel the butterflies<33 "I love you." He'd confess all of a sudden, his hold on you tightening as he gets more snuggly and shy.

Haechan: I think it's known that Haechan is a very touchy person. He just wants his hands on you. He would love to give and receive hugs from you. He'd love kissing you, just cupping your face and littering it with kisses, or soft butterfly kisses on the back of your hand. Even though he would like cuddling you, he'd probably love it if you'd just hold him close to your chest until he falls asleep. Big baby energy<3333 "Babyyy, I wanna have you close to me. Don't go." He whines while making sleepy grabby hands at you, his face half-squished against the bed. Jaemin: This man would probably be obsessed with back hugs. You would just be doing your work, and he would creep up from behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck, and taking in the scent of your perfume. He'd love holding hands, simply playing with your fingers while you rest your head on his shoulders. He'd like it when you would sleep with your head on his chest, and your arms wrapped around his body, him doing the same so that both of you are snuggled up and as close as possible. He'd like having conversations during cuddly, just hearing you talk about your day, or open up to him, because he likes hearing your voice <3. "You had a long day, baby. You tired? I'll cuddle you till you feel better." Chenle: Chenle definitely loves holding you tight, in any way possible. simply having his arms around you, or holding on to your hand would make him feel satisfied. He loves to give, more than he does to receive. He'd probably massage your shoulders or arms or even stretch your fingers whenever you two would cuddle, just because he likes it when you are relaxed and satisfied. He'd like to have your head rested in his lap while he would stroke your hair softly, listening to you talk all day long. A literal sweetheart<333 "Does it feel nice? I'm glad it does." He giggles, cheeks bright red. Jisung: Jisung might be awkward and shy, but he LOVES cuddles, even though he doesn't show it much. He likes it when you stroke his hair softly while he plays with your fingers, his head on your lap. He just wants to be close to you, and would become clingy and crave affection at times. He would randomly bury his head in your chest, pressing soft kisses against the side of your neck. I also don't know why, but I think he gets sleepy during cuddles and THAT IS SO CUTE SJSJJSJS>>> "I swear 'm not sleepy.... I'm wide awake, see?" He slurs a bit, his eyelids drooping down, but his hold on you still as tight as ever.

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Hello and Happy Valentine's day! May I please order a box with a bow? All square and dark chocolate (Hanzo from HxH) please. Can I get half strawberry jam and half liqueur? Thank you you!

WOOOOO MORE HANZO!!!

I LOVE WRITING FOR HIM HES SO PRECIOUS

CW UNDER THE CUT: None!!

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 ❤︎

A week after you recieved your hunter’s license, you were assigned to a mission. Sure, it was really quick and out of the blue, but you were ready to get out there and make the world a better place! You didn’t know what the mission would entail, given that the mission had come so quickly. However, all of your worries and doubts were melted away when a familiar face lit up upon seeing you.

“(Y/N)!!” Hanzo chirped as he pulled you into a happy embrace. “Aw man, I thought this team was going to be a total niiiightmare! Thank the GODS you’re here!”

You laughed brightly as the man spun you around. “Ah! Hi Hanzo!”

You and Hanzo had become fast friends during the Hunter exam. The two of you worked together to help each other pass. Parting ways was difficult, but you managed to keep in touch.

“I’m so happy we’re working together!” You beamed.

The leader of the mission pulled up in a large van, introducing himself and explaining just what your team could face. He then explained that the mission was in another country, one you could only get to by car. Finally, he gave your team a wrist band to grant you entrance into there Great, a 10 hour car ride in the dead of night.

The car ride wasn’t going to be too bad, luckily, since you were seated next to Hanzo. But, you were also in the middle and seated next to someone you had never met.

They took the liberty to introduce themself. Their name was Baaz and they were a magical beast hunter. The three of you chatted away as the other members of your team quickly fell asleep.

“Baaz, when did you become a hunter?” You asked curiously.

“I passed my exam last year! I’ve been out helping magical creatures for about six months now. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.” He replied with a sweet smile.

“That’s amazing! (Y/N) and I got our licenses last week. They really put us straight to work I guess.” Hanzo said with excitement in his tone.

When the two men looked at you for your reply, they noticed that you were falling asleep very quickly. They chuckled and looked at each other. “They’re quick to get sleepy.” Hanzo noted, taking off your wrist band and shoes for you.

You looked up at your friend in confusion, who only smiled back down at you. “Where’d you put… band?” You slurred.

“On the door. Everything is settled, you can rest now.” The shinobi replied, “Close your eyes.”

“Oh okay.” You murmured, eyes fluttering shut.

Baaz and Hanzo continued to chat about anything and everything. Their conversation came to a halt when the red-clad shinobi felt a sudden weight drop on his shoulder.

“Mmmm… you’re comfy.” You whispered, barely conscious.

Baaz cocked an eyebrow at a honey-glowing Hanzo. “Oh? Are you blushing, Hanzo?”

“H-hey!” He yelped in reply.

Ignoring Baaz’s ruthless teasing, the shinobi looked down at you. Your face was squished upon his shoulder. That couldn’t be comfortable… He gently lifted his arm and let you fall down onto his chest, putting it back down and holding you securely. “Rest now, (Y/N).” He whispered.

“Smooth.” Baaz said with a cocky grin.

“Oh haha.” Hanzo lightheartedly glared at his new friend, “Big day tomorrow. You ought to get some rest too.”

The beast hunter chuckled and turned over to try to rest. When he was sure that Baaz had turned his head, Hanzo leaned down and kissed your forehead.

Maybe this car ride wouldn’t be so unbearable after all.

❣︎𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒’𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡❣︎

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

#cutesy confections #hxh #Hunter x Hunter #Hunter Hunter #hxh x reader #Hunter x Hunter x reader #hxh headcanons #hunter x hunter headcanons #Hunter x Hunter Hanzo #hxh Hanzo #Hanzo #Hanzo x reader #Hanzo imagine #anime #anime x reader #anime imagine

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part 1 reaction to exo's ladder 4 episode 11

Chanyeol putting in action his koong koong da mission (which is the word association game)

Minseok's word starting with 'gan' was adultery X'D

Just like that, Chanyeol accomplished his mission

Junmyeon plans to skip rope tomorrow morning. That's a pretty good idea. Like wake up early when everybody's dead asleep.

Polite soo :3

Jongdae said that Sehun wouldn't bluff (i.e. he wouldn't lie about whether or not he did his mission yet)

Sehun and Jongdae theorizing about Minseok's mission. Apparently there's more to it than just hiding it. Is it to put it on someone? Hm.

Holding the handses

Jongdae is so in glee at the idea of Kyungsoo's mission being to stop Minseok specifically

Minseok: Let's not bring Kyungsoo on our next trip

WOW Jongdae felt that in a team of Jongdae, Minseok, Junmyeon, and Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo was the only trustworthy person hahahaha. Jongdae does play favourites, and Minseok and Junmyeon are his favourites in other ways. But Kyungsoo is predictable and also younger than him so maybe there's a level of trust there.

Sehun: I'll sleep in the sofa because it'll be hard to film if I sleep in the tent Jongdae and Minseok: Do what you want Kyungsoo will be sooo mad that Sehun's not suffering outside lol.

Kyungsoo allowed Sehun to sleep in his room later!!!!!!! I guess Kyungsoo was only harsh for the sake of the camera lol. Sesoo beef is real but Kyungsoo is not actually mean lmao.

MORE drinking and talking

So Minseok's mission is to wear the props but he needs to do something else while wearing them

Morning!!! iIssion reveal!!!!!

Squished on to the sofas

Chanyeol and Minseok guessed Junyeon's mission already eh.

OMG Kyungsoo had the writing on members' bodies mission. And he had to do it with the pen so it was probably very noticeable lol.

Sehun and Kyungsoo indeed sleeping in the same bed

OMG and he has to AUTOGRAPH the members this is so wack lmfao.

This is some demonic shit for both parties. If I was Chanyeol and woke up to someone writing on me I'd scream. If I was Kyungsoo and woke up to someone freaking out about me writing ont hem I would scream. And all of this is happening in the dark.

Bunny hops

LMAO Kyungsoo caught Junmyeon because Junmyeon was supposed to help him with his mission but Junmyeon panicked because he got caught and ran away lol

As promised lol

Kyungsoo launching his attack on Jongdae, but I can't believe Jongdae didn't feel it?!??!!?

Junmyeon and Baekhyun were getting ready in Kyungsoo's room :3 Junmyeon had his own room but I guess the stylists all just congregated to one house.

Baekhyun discovered the autograph!!

Baekhyun exposing Kyungsoo's crimes in front of everyone X'D

Jongdae discovering the autograph on his foot X'D

And then everyone immediately erasing them then and there X'D The world is cruel. He was so close haha.

Baekhyun's mission was pretty funny imo because everybody kept undoing his work and he was so fucking done lmfao

Jongdae's last love shot target was Junmyeon X3

Oh yeah, here we go. The way he climbed on to the bed and then gently maneuvered Junmyeon into position

Jongdae planted a red herring and got one more love shot with Minseok who'd been suspicious of him earlier >3

Chanyeol: I had an inkling that that was Jongdae's mission but I couldn't think far enough to do anything about it XD Just distracted by the alcohol

EXO's suggestion: Make all the missions with all members

Kyungsoo is going to fucking MURDER SEHUN X'D

Chanyeol already on it XD

After Chanyeol revealed his koong koong da mission lol

Lol Kyungsoo even bought all the candy in the store so that Chanyeol couldn't buy any. Overreaction man.

Kyungsoo just nodding wryly

Junmyeon sounded sooo tired when he was talking about skipping rope lol.

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[aetherarf]

AHHH OMG THANK U SM FOR DOING MY CHUBBY READER X SCARAMOUCHE REQUEST! I LOVED IT!! YOURE SO TALENTED! I kinda wanna ask for another one with fluff but I feel like I’m annoying you with so much Scaramouche HAHA. Nonetheless thank u sm I really appreciate it ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა 💕💕💕💕

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[[ Chubby!Reader; Summary: A day off, how selfish Scaramouche is about wanting you all to himself... A nice, aromatic bath seems like a good way!

Word Count: 923 ]]

Despite having been told, just before you fell back asleep after a morning bout with Scaramouche, you half expected him to be absent when you first woke up... it was just familiar. But, distantly, you could hear the sound of running water, of his feet lightly tapping on the ground as he likely prepared countless essential oils and many other things he would put into your shared bath, making it a relaxing and peaceful experience every time...

Apparently he could hear the slight creak of the bed as you shifted, getting comfortable, peeking in from the other room...

"Oh, you're awake." Even if his voice was a little flat, you could see the glint in his eye... he was happy, even if he wouldn't voice it.

"Yes, I'm awake," You responded, flopping back onto the bed, "Are you going to pamper me now?"

He huffed, but he still walked over, practically tugging you to sit up, "Should I? You seem quite spoiled as it is." He half-snapped, still comfortable from earlier. "Maybe I should just leave you here."

"Nooo..." You whined, hugging him, and he hugged you back twice as tight.

"You're lucky I care about you so much."

"I love you too."

He didn't say anything, beyond a half-hearted groan, "Come on, I got a bath prepared for us. I know you like how I prepare them."

"I could smell the flowery aroma from here." After hesitantly removing his iron-grip from you, you got off the bed, but he stops you, having to stand on his tip-toes to even try and reach your face... oh, how you could tease him, just by lifting your chin a little... but he was so determined, so you press a chaste kiss to his, but when you pull away all too quickly, he whines.

"We can kiss in a few minutes," you chided sweetly, and he huffed.

"After everything I do," he sighed, giving up and walking ahead to the bathroom, looking back at you as though he was worried that you wouldn't be there, but you were just a few steps behind, so you could still see how his expression relaxed, his shoulders slumped just a little...

He may be harsh with his words, but his body gave away every little thing he was feeling. How vulnerable he was, what he was feeling...

How cute.

You walked into the bathroom, looking at everything he had prepared... a small handful of flower petals tossed into the top of the water, the pleasant smell, a few candles lit and set around the room--each one places precariously so even if they burned to the base, they would only extinguish themselves.

"Scara..." You cooed, sweetly, as he just looked away.

"You get in first," he demanded. I want to sit in your lap, went unsaid. You just laughed, stripping of the little clothing you had on left, getting in as he shimmied out of his trousers, tossing all of your clothes into an unseen corner-out of sight out of mind for the time being. As soon as you had sat down, Scaramouche eagerly got in, the water sloshing a little, curled up and lying against you... sighing.

"You're so soft," he said, grabbing your hand, pulling it to wrap it around him.

"You're so sweet," you pressed a kiss to his forehead, and that seemed to remind him that he was supposed to be kissing you right now, turning just a bit and pressing a kiss to your lips, eager and demanding... He must've been eating some candy that you liked, sweet and simple, because his mouth tasted like it.

"You don't even like candy," you mentioned, and he looked at you, confused for a moment... before he seemed, albeit briefly, horrified.

"Well, maybe I'm greedy," he said, pressing a kiss to your neck, "Are you complaining?" He asked with a snarl... You just held him, squishing him a little closer to you,

"No, just surprised." You hummed, pressing another sweet kiss to his lips, of which he greedily took, until you finally had to pinch his hip--

"Ow," Scaramouche groaned, "What was that for?"

"I love you, but I just want to relax." You admitted, and he huffed, curled up again in your lap, lying against you... but, it didn't take long for him to relax, all but nuzzling up to you, pressing a few kisses along your collar...

"Why do you always kiss me so much?" You asked, not expecting an answer.

"You're soft," he rested one hand on your chest, "You're cuddly", his hand trailed down to your stomach, "You're warm." He finally laid against you, his ear against your chest, listening to your heartbeat...

"You say that," you mutter, "Like you're not a perfect fit," instead of continuing to explain, you wrap your arms around him in a hug, he small enough to be loved entirely by you.

"I'm scrawny," he huffed, "Not much to love."

"But I can love every inch," Gently, you stroked the top of his head, lightly brushing his hair out of his face--he grabbed tour wrist, holding it still, to nuzzle into your hand... staying there, motionless... without moving your wrist ( impossible through his shockingly powerful iron-grip ), you manage to wiggle your fingers, working them into the bangs you pushed back just moments, ago...

"Can we stay like this forever?" He asked, voice lulled into a sleepy tone...

"In love, yes... in the tub, no."

He whined, and you could only giggle at him.

"We can stay awhile longer, though.

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[retroaria]

Hello! I really like your work and I’m wondering if you could make a Karl x Reader where they do each other’s makeup and nails on stream? Maybe reader is really good at it and Karl is a little shy when doing reader’s cuz he doesn’t know if he’ll do a good job on the makeup. Also could I be 🍤 anon? Any pronouns are fine for me :)

Pretty In Purple

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pronouns: gender neutral

warnings: just swearing

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hope you like it :]

A Twitch notification popped up on your phone, indicating it was time for you to get ready. You hopped out of bed and looked in the mirror, fixing yourself up so you looked at least a little presentable. It was just an alt stream after all so you weren’t worried too much. You grabbed your phone and makeup bag before heading to your boyfriends streaming room.

“Chat! I’ve missed you guys, hope you’re all doing absolutely wonderful. This is gonna be a short stream, but I have a very very special guest joining me today.” you heard karl say in his cute little streamer voice as you opened the door, catching his attention.

“Guys, look! It’s y/n! my favorite person ever!” karl said as you sat down in the chair beside him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, squishing your faces together as he giggled at the camera. You said hello to chat and they went a little crazy. All positive reactions luckily. Karl explained what you guys would be doing today and you started to set up all your makeup and nail polish.

“Guys you can’t bully me if i’m bad at it ok?” Karl looked at chat as they all reassured him.

“You can’t chat but I certainly will.” You laughed as karl made a playfully upset face. You guys started with you nails which was easy since both of you had experience. Karl messed up a bit but was proud of his job nonetheless. You guys answered lots of questions about your relationship. How you met, how you guys eventually came together, karl was so happy to finally be sharing this part of his life with his viewers. Especially since you’re so important to him.

Next came the makeup which was something Karl had never done before. Sure, he’s watched you do it thousands of times but even then he’s always been amazed at how good you make it look.

“Alright so I think i’m gonna do something simple for Karl.” you spoke to chat. Karl looked at you confused for a moment.

“Oh, you’re gonna do me too?” he asked, looking like a confused puppy.

“Of course, that’s the whole reason i’m here, now give me your face.” you said with a smile, making a grabby motions with your hands as karl slowly leaned forward. You dipped your smallest brush in a pan of black eyeshadow before gently brushing it onto the corner of his eyes. You didn’t wanna do too much since this was his first time ever having makeup on. There was much yelling from your end as karl kept moving around to look at chat and much giggling from his as he thought it was so cute how frustrated you were.

“I’m finally done, you’re like a toddler getting a haircut you know that?” Karl laughed in response as chat all agreed with you. He looked in the mirror at your work and smiled fondly. It wasn’t really all that, just a soft black wing in his outer corners but he loved it so much. After him and chat praised you for your work, you then got out some more products ready for Karl to use on you.

“Ok now it’s my turn!” you spoke cheerily.

“Wait- me? I do your makeup now? How the heck do I do that?” he giggled nervously. You let out a quiet sigh before picking up your eyeliner and applying it. Once it was done you handed your boyfriend a pallet and a blending brush. He looked down at the items confused and then back at you. You laughed at his cluelessness, which chat also found to be adorably funny.

“Ok one, how did you do that so fast? And two, what am I supposed to do with this? Does this thing come with instructions?” he flipped over the pallet and jokingly examined it before you snatched it out of his hand.

“Wow you’re such a comedian haha. It’s an eyeshadow pallet dork, you dip the brush in a color and put it on my eyes. That simple.” the sarcasm in your tone made Karl put a hand over his heart and gasp dramatically. You rolled your eyes at him as he dropped the act and giggled, grabbing the pallet out of your hands to decide on a color.

“Ok chat, I’m thinking purple, would this look good?” he asked the viewers, holding up the pallet and pointing to the color with the brush. Once he sat a swarm of yes’s fly by, he got to work. You knew he wouldn’t do the best job, after all you did only give him the eyeshadow as you knew the eyeliner would be too difficult for him. He lightly dipped the brush in the color before brushing it onto your eyelids with shaky hands. He wasn’t sure which direction to go in or how hard he should brush it on but he kinda just did what felt right. You weren’t gonna stop to tell him how to do it right either because if he messed up that honestly would have been pretty funny.

After a little bit he pulled back and used his knuckle to lift your chin more upwards. He turned your head a bit side to side, admiring his work.

“Chat! Is it good? I think it’s good!” he said cheerily as you opened tou eyes and looked in the mirror below you. You smiled as you saw how patchy and slightly uneven the job was but it could have been worse.

“It’s perfect baby, I also love the color choice it matches my shirt.” you looked over at your giddy boyfriend with a smile still on your face.

“You look so pretty in purple.” he gushed, looking at you in absolute awe. Chat went absolutely wild talking about how cute that was and they were right, it was adorable.

The rest of the stream was just you guys talking to chat and saying goodbyes as it was getting a little late.

“Alright guys, I hope you had fun watching y/n mansplain makeup to me, I know I sure did” you playfully hit his arm, cutting him off as he laughed along with chat.

“How was that mansplaining I was literally just expla-“ karl cut you off, continuing the rest of his goodbye.

“Alright guys I love you so much stay beautiful have a wonderful night, bye!!” he clicked on the end stream button and let out a sigh. He turned to you with a smile on his face.

“That was fun, did you have fun?” he asked giddily.

“It was fun up until the point where you called me a mansplainer.” you said straight faced as you got up and walked out of the room.

“Baby I’m sorry come back!” Karl yelled at the door as he got up and chased you down before picking you up and body slamming you down on the bed, attacking you with kisses.

LMAO I GOT KINDA LAZY AT THE END IM SORRY

I feel like i’ve been gone for so long so i’m really sorry about that i’ve just been kinda sad lately but i’m gonna try and write more cus writing is epic and makes me feel better 😎

love you all stay safe mwah

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50 Types of Touch

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Dedicating this to the second half of my brain @garbinge​ because she sent me This Post by @creativepromptsforwriting and that’s what got this all going. Love you lots! xo

Warnings: language, very slight steam, minor mentions of blood/injuries

Word Count: 5.1k

A/N: Before anyone says anything, YES I am willfully ignoring some of the things we’ve recently discovered about canon!Nestor lmao. Let me have this 😂 This is all just soft, my friends. I needed some softness after how my week has gone and Nestor is my comfort character so it only made sense that it went this way haha. Hope you guys enjoy! xo 

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Touching Foreheads: Nestor almost always rests his forehead against yours after a long kiss. He’ll usually close his eyes and just focus on the feeling of you so close to him. After a long, hard day, those few seconds of silence and closeness are how he centers himself.

Running Fingers Through Hair: The first time you ever saw Nestor’s hair out of braids, you almost lost your mind. How he managed to tame it so well all the time was amazing to you. You were always big on playing with stray locks of it, especially when he got out of the shower. When the two of you were curled up on the couch together, you found yourself absentmindedly playing with the ends of his curls. Sometimes you caught yourself and were afraid it bothered him, but you noticed that he slowly started wearing it down more and more often at home, and it made you smile.

Hiding Face in Neck: Whenever you do this to him, his hand automatically comes up to cradle the back of your head. It never fails to make him smile—he finds it to be adorable. His favorite is when he can feel your lips curl into a smile against his neck, or when he can feel your laughter against his skin.

Caressing the Other’s Hand: Nestor is notorious for doing this to you while he drives. One hand on the wheel, one hand on you, always. He’s either tracing patterns on your hand, or resting his hand on your thigh. He also loves when you do it to him while the two of you watch movies together—your eyes are on the screen but your fingers have a mind of their own.

Feeling Their Pulse: The few times that you’ve had to go to the hospital for him, it was always the first thing you would do. Didn’t matter what the doctors or monitors hooked up to him said, you had to check for yourself. Sometimes he’d be barely awake and try to crack a joke about it and you would roll your eyes through the tears, because of course he would have sarcastic remarks at a time like that.

Patting the Other’s Head: It was something that the two of you would do to each other in passing. When one was laying with their head leaning against the arm of the couch, it was almost impulsive. You remember the first time you did it to Nestor and he looked up at you, a confused expression on his face. He thought that you were trying to get his attention, or maybe crack a joke, but you just kept walking. The first time he did it back to you was to see how you’d react, but you’d just smile and continue doing whatever you were doing, sometimes letting out a quiet hum of approval. So now it was just something that each of you did, a type of acknowledgment without having to speak.

Holding Hands: He’s never been big on casual hand-holding. He’ll hold it in the car sometimes, but usually one of the only times he’s holding your hand is when the two of you are walking through somewhere together, whether it’s a crowded store or whatever business parties and functions he has to go to with the Galindos. Keeping his fingers interlocked in yours is his way of making sure that he doesn’t stray too far from you.

Shielding the Other One with Their Body: Nestor spends so much of his life ready to dive in front of bullets or whatever other danger is thrown Miguel’s way. Needless to say, his life with you doesn’t quite carry the same risks, and he works very hard to keep it that way. However, the second that he senses that someone is giving you a hard time, or making you uncomfortable in any way, he won’t hesitate to place himself between you and the other person. He’ll gently nudge you behind him, keeping a protective hand reached back and placed on your hip to provide you with whatever comfort he can while he addresses whoever was causing the issue.

Listening to the Other’s Heartbeat: Before you, he’d never met someone who found it so comforting to listen to it. Most times when you were laid up on the couch together, you’d sprawl at least partially on top of him so that you could press your ear to his chest, close your eyes, and just focus to the rhythmic beat. It was always comforting, but he never understood how much it really meant for you until one day you crawled up into his hospital bed with him and did it, and he felt your body start to tremble against his. After that he started doing it to you, too, and he started to understand the security it gave you.

Spooning At Night: He’s a Big Spoon all the way. He likes being able to wrap his arms around you and keep you pulled close. He’ll tangle his legs up with yours to soak up all the contact with you that he can. This is one of the only times that he’ll nestle his face into your neck, because it makes him feel all that much closer to you. You enjoy the feeling of his chest rising and falling against your back, and he likes feeling like he’s as close to you as he can get.

Laying Their Hand on the Other’s Neck: You rested your hands on either side of his neck all the time. You’d idly trace over the ink there as the two of you stood and talked. More often than not your hands would slide from the sides of his neck to the back and pull him into a kiss, and he’d always let you. One of his hands covered an entire half of your neck. It made you feel small, but it was also comforting to soak up all the warmth emanating from his palm.

Pushing a Strand of Hair Behind Their Ear: He’d blown the same stray lock of hair out of his face at least four times while he was working on his laptop, but he didn’t make any move to actually fix the issue. You watched from the opposite end of the couch with a small smile on your face, trying not to let your amusement be too obvious. Once he did it again you shook your head and leaned forward so you were sitting upright, motioning for him to lean in closer to you. He leaned in, expecting you to say something, or kiss him, but instead you reached out and carefully tucked the unruly strands behind his ear with a quiet laugh before collapsing back into your previous position. He sat there and watched you for a moment before shaking his head, smiling as he went back to his work.

Nudging the Other One: You were always nudging him. It was your preferred way of getting his attention. Whether you were on the couch watching a TV show and something was happening that was exciting you, or you were out shopping and you saw something that you thought looked really cool. You were always bumping his shoulder lightly with your own. At first he didn’t realize it was your preferred way of communicating your excitement, or trying to get his attention. But now feeling the slight bump against his shoulder immediately snapped him to attention.

Putting an Arm Around the Other’s Waist: You usually did this in response to him draping his arm around your shoulders. If the two of you were walking down the street he’d almost always wrap his arm around you, and your body’s natural reaction was to put your arm around his waist and pull yourself closer against his side. Sometimes he’d wrap his arm around yours if he was communicating to someone that you were with him, and vice-versa. You’d feel his fingers put pressure against your hip and you’d smile, knowing that he was proving a point to someone.

Hugging Each Other: Nestor wasn’t a big hugger until he was with you. It just wasn’t something that he had a lot growing up, and in their world of business, genuine hugs were far and few between. The adjustment after he started dating you was a bit odd for him, but now a long, tight hug from you breathed a whole new life into him. It’s the first thing he looks to do after a bad day.

Massaging Them: The first time you asked Nestor to give you a massage there was nothing but panic written all over his face. He wasn’t used to using his hands for something so gentle and intimate. He was afraid he’d do it wrong and hurt you. So you offered to give him one first and even that he hesitated on, not used to being so vulnerable and relaxed with someone. You started off by just working his shoulders and neck, but he practically turned to jello in your hands and then it didn’t take much convincing after that. The first time he gave you a back massage and you told him to just straddle your hips while you were lying on your stomach, the smirk that came across his face was priceless, and shortly thereafter massages became a favorite lazy-day activity.

Holding the Other’s Chin Up: Usually he’d place his hand on the side of your neck and then position his thumb underneath your chin, forcing you to tilt your head up and look at him if the two of you were having a difficult conversation. It was a soft but firm reminder of where his focus was. He’d always been big on eye contact with you, and when you were upset it mattered all that much more.

Squishing the Other’s Cheek: He hates when you do it. Or, rather, he acts like he hates it. But underneath the eye rolls and the shaking of his head, you can see him fighting to contain a smile. It was always done in jest, and to get a bit of a rise out of him, and it always worked.

High Fiving: The first time you held your hand out for a high five, he almost didn’t do it. He couldn’t remember the last time that he’d given someone a high five over anything. But you’d come home with some really exciting news, and when you finished your story you held your hand up for a high five, and for a solid almost ten seconds he looked back and forth between you and your hand before realizing that you were serious about it.

Bandaging/Stitching Up an Injury: You do more of that than you care to admit when it comes to Nestor. You never got less worried for him, but your annoyance levels varied as time went on. You thought that he’d get mad but you’d be muttering under your breath as you cleaned out his knuckles and put bandages in the gashes on his face but when you’d look at him, he’d be smiling. You’d ask why and one time he told you he was glad that you were comfortable enough to not only stitch him up, but also let him know that you thought he was an idiot sometimes. He liked the balance in your care for him, and it got both of you to laugh despite the bloody gauze around you.

Kissing the Other’s Brow: Nestor’s go-to while he was hugging you, along with kissing your temple. For you, the feeling was always coupled with him squeezing his arms a little tighter around you for a moment as he pressed his lips gently there. It was the first step in comforting you after a bad day.

Falling Asleep on the Other’s Shoulder: The first time he looked down and saw that you had fallen asleep on him in the middle of a movie at your place was when he stopped trying to deny the fact that he was in love with you. You looked so peaceful and content slumped against his side. He didn’t dare disturb you, even when his arm started to go numb. Instead, he just settled back against the couch and chose another movie to put on.

Carrying the Other One in Their Arms: This usually follows you falling asleep on his shoulder. You’d usually wake up as he lifted you, sleepily wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning into his chest as he walked to the bedroom. Sometimes you’d grumble and groan about him waking you up, but it was never too long before you fell right back to sleep. His favorite was the rare occasions that he had to carry you inside after you had too much to drink, because you’d be leaning into him, talking and flirting with him like you were still trying to pick him up at the bar, despite the fact that you lived together.

Whispering in Their Ear, Lips Touching the Skin: One of the few things that you’ve seen make Nestor let out an involuntary shiver. It drives him crazy in the best way, and regardless of how the two of you are positioned, his hands instantly start to roam and trail all over your body, silently encouraging you to keep going.

Stroking the Other’s Arm Soothingly: When you did it to him, you were usually following the outlines and designs of the ink that covered his arms. He’d watch you as you focused intently on the ink, smiling at how entranced you got by it. Sometimes when he spooned you, he’d lazily drag his fingers up and down your forearm to give just that extra bit of affection as the two of you laid there together. Depending on how tired you were, sometimes it would tickle and hearing your sleepy giggle made his entire body feel warm.

Kissing the Top of Their Head: Nestor did this if you were sitting at the table or on the couch and he was walking by you to take care of something that would take more than a minute or two—like a phone call about work or going to take a shower. If he was going to the kitchen to cook he’d make sure he stopped to kiss the top of your head before getting immersed in his cooking plans. Sometimes you’d look up at him and make him kiss you on the lips as well, other times you would smile as you continued whatever activity you were enthralled in.

Pulling the Other One Towards Them: Nestor could tell from the second you walked in the door whether you had a bad day or not. If you had, he would immediately walk over to you and pull you into a hug, letting you lean into his chest. On the opposite end of that spectrum, if the two of you were arguing and you tried to storm away mid-argument, he’d reach out and tug you back towards him—never forcefully, but he hated not resolving things and he’d all but beg for you to not storm off.

Feeling For Each Other in the Dark: Something that became second-nature to you once you started living together. He got home late a lot, and while he was usually pretty quiet and careful about getting into bed without disturbing you, every now and then it’d wake you up and even half-conscious you still reached out for him, and in those moments, he really knew what it felt like to be wanted.

Tickling: Once Nestor found out you were ticklish, it was game over. Any time you were trying to pout or be dramatic about something small, it was how he got you to laugh and abandon any plans of keeping a petty argument going. Did it sometimes result in him getting an accidental kick to the stomach? Maybe. But it was worth it to see you laughing so hard tears were starting to trickle down your cheeks. Nestor was ticklish too, but any time you would try to get him he would be one step ahead and somehow you would still end up on the receiving end of it.

Grabbing Onto Their Arm: The first time you watched a scary movie together, Nestor thought that you were going to snap his bicep in half with how hard you were squeezing onto it. It wasn’t what he expected from you—you seemed so unfazed by most things. One time he grabbed your arm while the two of you were out and about and it caught you off-guard, but you came to realize that he only did that when he felt like there was something off wherever you were, and you became very responsive to his touch, immediately making sure you stayed closer to his side.

Pinky Swears: Another thing that he couldn’t remember doing since childhood. But he realized that you used them for little reassurances that were actually big reassurances. The most common reason that you would lock him into one was when he told you he would be leaving for work for a few days. “Promise you’ll come home in one piece?” you’d ask. He’d smile and nod, “Promise.” And then you’d hold your pink out, “Pinky promise?” He’d lock his pinky with yours and pull you close to kiss you on the lips, “Pinky promise.”

Caressing the Other’s Back: Nestor was big on slipping his hands underneath the fabric of your shirt so he could run his hands up and down your back while he held you. Whether you were standing and hugging, or you were laying on his chest, he liked being able to feel the softness of your skin underneath his fingertips. Sometimes, when he was sitting at the table hunched over his computer, you’d materialize behind him and use your palm to run circles into his back, gently reminding him that he’d have to go to sleep eventually.

Tasting Their Smile: Feeling Nestor smile while he kissed you was one of your favorite things in the world. You’d cup his face in both your hands as you pressed your lips to his and soon enough you could feel him smiling as he held you tight. Sometimes the two of you would be trying to kiss through the laughter and it was clumsy but it was perfect.

Washing the Other’s Body: The first time that you climbed into the shower with Nestor without the intention of fooling around, it caught him off-guard. He’d had a rough go of it with whatever he was doing with Galindo, and he’d come home dirty and blood, instantly making his way to the bathroom to wash off stress. You gave him a minute or two to himself before getting in with him. He’d sighed as he rested his forehead against yours, and it was the most defeated you’d ever seen him. You kissed him and told him to turn around and you gently started to wash all the blemishes and stains from his skin. He was tense at first, but he gradually eased into it and took comfort in you taking care of him. He would do the same for you, too, hands tenderly running body wash all over you as he soaked up the way you’d relax and smile at his touch.

Kissing Bruises and Scars: He never liked talking about how he got his many miscellaneous scars, and you never pressed him about it. Nonetheless, in the small hours of the morning when the two of you were laid up together, you’d find yourself lightly kissing over them. He’d look at you with a soft smile, not commenting on it one way or the other. By the same token, when he laid with you and noticed a new bruise on your arm or leg, he’d ask where it came from. Nine times out of ten you had no idea, and usually didn’t notice them until he said something. He’d kiss them, telling you to be more careful, and you’d laugh, telling him that something wasn’t quite right about him telling you to be more careful.

Lifting the Other One Up: Watching you climb on chairs and counters at home stressed Nestor out more than it should’ve. But one day he saw you getting ready to climb up onto the counter to get a pot from the top shelf and before you could prop your leg up, he just walked up behind you and lifted you up so you could grab it. Could it have grabbed it himself? Sure. Would that have been easier? Probably. But was it the hardest you’d laughed in a while when you realized what he was doing? Definitely. Now if he was able to catch it in time, he’d always prop you up to help you out, but mostly just to hear the laughter it caused.

Putting Their Head on the Other’s Chest: Nestor very rarely laid on you, but when he was exhausted and feeling defeated, he would situate himself between your legs and rest his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat. And, more often than not, it was a silent invitation to play with his hair because it soothed him. You always defaulted to laying against his chest, but on the rare occasions that he did it to you, you made sure to be extra attentive and careful with him. It was sad but also calming in a way to feel his chest rise and fall against you as he wrapped his arms around you.

Stroking Their Leg: If you were on one end of the couch and Nestor was sitting in the middle, he almost always pulled your legs so that they were draped over his lap. And if he wasn’t doing anything besides watching a show or a movie, he almost always found himself grazing his fingers up and down your shins. Usually you’d be scrolling on your phone or doing things on your laptop, and you’d flick your eyes up to look at him but he would be completely enthralled with the movie, hardly noticing what he was doing. But you took comfort in the sensation of the pads of his fingers going up to your knee and back down again.

Leaning Into the Other’s Side: Even if you didn’t start out that way, any time the two of you sat near each other you always gravitated towards him and ended up leaning on him. You didn’t always mean to—it was like a subconscious pull. Nestor noticed but he never said anything about it, liking that you always wanted to be close. He’d wrap his arm around your shoulders to invite you to be as close as you wanted, and you never turned down the invitation.

Patting Them on the Back: More often than not, if you were patting him on the back it was usually to punctuate a reminder while he was working.  You’d casually remind him that he hadn’t eaten anything all night, “So you might wanna get on that, baby,” you’d give him a gentle pat on the back or the shoulder before walking away, leaving him to whatever he was immersed in. It was usually enough to snap him out of it, to get him to tap back into reality long enough to take care of himself. Sometimes you coupled it with reassurance, telling him that whatever the issue was, he’d figure it out, and he would relish the way your hand felt against his back.

Sitting Close, Knees Touching: It reminded you of when you first started dating—the timid amount of pressure he’d apply when his leg was next to yours. If he had been feeling especially bold, he’d reach out and rest his hand on your knee. Those days were so long ago now, but you still smiled when you thought about them. But these days, that was how the two of you usually ended up when you were gaming together. You’d be sitting on the very edge of the couch, legs pressed against each other as you fought the urge to push each other off the sofa. It was a position that was almost always coupled with laughter and good-natured goading as you tried to mess each other up.

Braiding Hair: Nestor’s braids were, obviously, near and dear to him. You never offered to do them because you understood that he was very particular with them and you respected that. However, when his arm got busted up after things got rough on the job, and he couldn’t really move it for a few weeks, he had almost no choice but to ask you to take a crack at it. You were nervous, but probably not as nervous as he was. You took your time, wanting to get it just right. It was relaxing for him to just be doted on, but when he saw that you could actually do the braids well, it was a whole new sense of relief for him.

Piggy-Back Rides: Another thing that was born out of injuries. You messed up your ankle while you were trying to take care of things in the back yard, and for whatever reason instead of lifting you up the way that he usually did, he opted to give you a piggy-back ride instead. You had been in so much pain at the time that you just agreed, not caring how you got from Point A to Point B. But once the moment and the pain had passed, you reflected back on it and brought it up. Truthfully, he’d been flustered and for whatever reason that was the automatic thing that his brain told him to do.

Sitting on the Other’s Lap: He loved when you curled up in his lap. Even if you weren’t engaging in the same activity, he liked having you so close to him. You’d do it a lot while you were reading, book extremely close to your face as you got lost in the story, while he would work his way through another episode of his favorite show, every now and then looking to see what emotion the book was eliciting from you.

Feeling Their Temperature: Nestor “It’s Just Allergies” Oceteva. He never wants to admit when he’s sick, claiming that he doesn’t have the time to be sick. But one morning you woke up and rolled to look at him, and he looked like death warmed over. You knew that the cold he’d been ignoring had finally gotten the better of him. You reached forward, placing the back of your hand against his forehead and you silently shook your head as you got up and started to pull some things together to hopefully help him start to feel better. He took the tea from you begrudgingly when he woke up, “I’m not even that sick—I don’t need all this.” You nodded, “Sure you don’t,” you laid a damp cloth across his forehead.

Linking Arms with Each Other: Your favorite way to drag him to something that he didn’t want to do. If you saw a store that you wanted to go into but you knew he wouldn’t be thrilled around, you would immediately loop your arm through his and make your way towards the door, knowing that he wouldn’t want to put up enough of a fight to stop you. You’d laugh at your very small victory, and sometimes just to throw you off your rhythm he’d loop his arm a little tighter to throw you off-balance, just enough to make you lean on him, making you both laugh.

Touching Their Elbow to Get Their Attention: While Nestor would place his hand on your waist or the small of your back while you were at home together to get your attention, any time you were in public he made an intentional point to always touch your elbow to get your attention. He’d heard you rant before about how much it bothered you and made you uncomfortable when men you didn’t know would try and get your attention or ask you to move by touching your lower back, and ever since then he tried to lead by example. So if you came with him to work functions or anything of the sort, he always made sure to tap your elbow or shoulder to get your attention, and any time he saw someone else not following suit, his gaze very quickly corrected them.

Dancing with Each Other: Nestor wasn’t a dancer by any stretch of the imagination. But sometimes he’d get home late, or come out from the shower, and you’d be dancing in the kitchen while you cleaned, or while you waited for whatever you were baking in the oven to finish, and it was hard to not get swept up by you. You’d reach out and take his hands in yours and he just couldn’t tell you no. He’d twirl you around and spin you so you were pressed flush against him. Dancing always led to smiles and soft laughs as the two of you traipsed around your little kitchen together, making the most of it all.

Holding Onto the Other’s Shoulders For Support: “Lean on me,” you looped your arm around Nestor’s middle back as he slowly got out of the car. “I’m not gonna le—” You didn’t let him finish the sentence, “Just do it! You don’t get to argue with me while you’re bleeding.” He huffed and grumbled under his breath in protest but he rested his hand on your shoulder, gripping it slightly as he leaned onto you for support. It was a short walk from your car to the emergency room, but you could tell that every step of the way he hated the fact that you were holding him up. You shook your head slightly at him as he limped along, his fingers pressing firmly into the soft skin of your shoulder.

Putting a Hand Over the Other’s Mouth to Shut Them Up: Always done in jest. He liked to do it to you when you were beating him in a debate, and you did it to him when he was giving you valid reasons not to worry about something that you were stressing about. The only difference was when he would do it to you, you’d lick his hand and he would instantly release you. It always amused you, because out of everything that had ever happened to him, that was where he drew the line. When you did it to him, though, he would just stop talking and look at you with raised eyebrows, and even though you couldn’t see his mouth you knew that he had a smug grin on his face because you knew that he was right.

#mayans mc #mayansmc #mayans fx #mayans mc imagine #nestor oceteva #nestor oceteva x reader #nestor oceteva x you #nestor oceteva imagine #50 types of touch #fanfiction #my writing #drabblesmc

[free-pancakes]

ooh what about first dance vs last dance for the prompt thing? I’m soft for levihan dancing together, it’s the kind of thing that can be very cute or very angsty and anywhere in-between haha

Ao3 link, prompt link

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“They went that way!”

A group of MP security guards for the Sina Military Ball ran across the dance floor. The live band played music, blasting under the dim lights of the romantically lit ballroom, and the guards weaved through all the beautifully dressed soldiers trying to catch the culprits—two people had dumped gallons of punch over the balcony right onto the high ranking MP officers sitting the outside in the courtyard.

The guards pushed through the confused guests, and though their voices were drowned out by the music they knew that one of the offenders was a man with jet black hair. One guard came much too close for comfort and in a panic, Hange grabbed Levi, swung him out of sight behind her height, and spun him around to face her, hooking her arms over and around his shoulders. She pulled him close and held her breath as she felt the guard stop right behind her.

“People tend to look away from public displays of affection, right?”

“What??”

Hange quickly cupped Levi’s cheeks in her hands, and went in for a kiss. Levi almost yelped out in surprise, yet soon felt himself melt under the feeling of her lips on his. He felt the sudden urge to slip his fingers into her hair and kiss her back with intention, but before he could, she had broken the kiss and looked over her shoulder.

“Hah, Levi! We got away with it! They’re gone!” Hange turned back to him and gave him a big smile and pulled him in for a hug.

Levi felt a blush reach his cheeks, and was thankful that the dim lighting in that room would hide it from Hange. He hadn’t ever really spent much time with Hange yet, and he only recently began to consider her something more than an acquaintance. A friend, maybe. A very nice one at that.

The two of them had been paired up to represent the Scouting Legion at the ball, along with Erwin, Nanaba, Mike, and a few other Scouts. After growing tired of the dumb traditions and formalities of the Paradisian military, a mix of a few drinks, Hange’s big brain, and their equal disgust for the MP, naturally they decided to play pranks on MP officers all night. They snickered together as they snuck laxatives into some of their drinks and pinned little paper signs saying “i’m stupid” on MP officers’ backs. But, the icing on the cake was the stocks of punch they found outside the kitchens. It was the perfect night, and Levi found himself quite happy—happier than he’s felt in a long time. Maybe ever.

As Hange turned back to face him, he felt her loosen her hug to leave while the coast was clear, but Levi slid his hands around her waist, holding her gently.

“Maybe... we should stay here and dance a bit. Yknow... blend in with the crowd in case they come back looking for us,” Levi said softly.

“Good idea!” She rested her forearms on his shoulders and laced her fingers together behind his neck. They swayed to the music together. Hange whispered dumb jokes to him as they danced, and he hoped she didn’t feel him sneakily pull her in an inch closer after each one. He looked into her eyes and for a brief moment, he swore he could see her blushing. He didn’t know how to explain how he felt, but all he knew was that he wanted to spend more time around Hange. As the song ended, she gave Levi a quick hug before Nanaba grabbed her shoulder and whirled her away, leaving Levi standing where he stood. As the two reached the edge of the room, Hange looked back before they could turn the corner, and gave Levi a little wave, a soft look in her eyes.

“Our first dance, huh,” Levi thought. He hoped there’d be more.

—————-

The Sina Military Ball restarted a few years after the fight at Shiganshina, to both Hange and Levi’s annoyance.

Hange was too busy but had to show up to represent the Scouts, just as before.

Everything was the same old routine, but this time, Levi sat around for most of it. Hange had to converse and mingle with the MP and Garrison, in attempts to remain on everyone’s good side, if possible. So, Levi sat at a nearby table, watching over her, moving occasionally when she’d move out of eyesight. He later saw Sasha and Connie running across the dance floor, some MO officers chasing behind them, one clearly drenched in water.

Levi chuckled to himself, memories of his and Hange’s pranks from back in the day coming to mind. These 104th idiots were no different, and he was quite proud of it. More and more of them kept running back and forth, and Levi just sat back and watched. As the night went on, and people had more drinks in them, Levi found his chance.

When Hange had a free moment, he grabbed her by the hand, and she couldn’t help but smile at his touch. He then took both of her hands and threw them both over his shoulders, hugging her close. He rubbed his hands over her back, trying to get her to relax a little—she was so tense from all the business talk. “Thanks, Levi,” she whispered.

They swayed to the music, Hange telling him jokes about all the dumb conversations she had that night, ranting about how bland they all were. He told her all about the 104th kids pranking the MP, just as they did back when they were young and stupid. Hange’s eyes welled up with tears, and Levi gave her a concerned look.

“No, no it’s okay! Happy tears, Levi. I’m just so happy they take after us,” she said with a small laugh. The new chandeliers above them shined dimly over them, just enough to light up Hange’s face.

“Hange’s so beautiful,” he thought.

“Hey,” Hange said with a smirk. “Didn’t you say you fell in love with me right here on this spot? That one night we landed that punch bowl right on top of that one MP officer’s head??” She nudged at him and wiggled her eyebrows, as Levi swatted at her hand and looked away.

“Pfff, you did too, if I recall,” he said with a smug look on his face.

She closed her eyes and laughed, leaning her head forward onto Levi’s shoulder. She squished her cheek up against the side of his neck, nuzzling him with affection. “Yeah, you are 100% correct ya big softie,” she whispered in his ear.

“Come on, let’s sneak out of here, Hange. Maybe we can fit in some prank on a poor little MP officer before we leave.”

He felt her smile against his skin.

“Sounds like a plan, Shorty. But can we dance to one more song?”

Levi turned his head to give her a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Of course, Four-eyes.”

#levihan #omg just in time to indulge me right after dance au #but this time canonverse dancing #damn i’m still in love with levihan dance au and might write a part 3 👀 #hdajdhakdhdksbffn #hange zoe #levi ackerman #snk #aot #ask

[katsukisbimbo]

DDAENG

✯ pairing: hawks x reader

✯ genre: FLUFFYYDS!!

✯ summary: fan! hawks meeting his newly debuted idol crush y/n at a fansign!

✯wordcount: 2.1k+

✯warning: just swearing and hawks being thirsty <3

✯ note: this literallt came to me because i was trying to turn @hoodtoshi into a bts stan (lowkey succeeded) and i was jus like yea, thirsty hawks

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- you were nervous

- this was your first fan meet after all,, but you were still nervous

- you were only 19 and had already debuted!!

- that didn’t happen to just anyone!!

- you worked super hard to get to where you are today!! everyone knew that!!

- you sighed as your make-up artist continued to paint your lips a dark red colour

- you honestly didn’t look like yourself, but this was to keep up the whole idol image i guess

- “jinhee, how many people are outside? i’m sure only two people came to see me..” you pouted, resulting in your make-up artist to smack your cheek lightly

- “dOn’t say that you dummy! i’m sure a lot of people came to see you!” she scolded, wiping off the excess makeup on a towel

- “now get out, you’re done”

- “i don’t wanna”

- she raised a newspaper and flexed, ready to beat the fuck out of you if she heard another whisper of self-deprecation from you

- “fine! i’m going!” you grumbled, pouting at oncoming soreness of your feet from your heels

- why did idols have to wear heels anyway?

- okay no, you knew why, but sTill!! they sucked!

- you smiled as you saw the buffet table

- one little snack wouldn’t hurt

- >:)

- “keigo stop fuckign puSHING”

- “im so EXCITED!! i’m meeting THE y/n you SLUTBAG!!” keigo yelled as he shook his companion

- dabi sometimes questioned why he was still friends with keigo

- “i SEE that you asshole”

- keigo took this opportunity to punch dabi in the arm, causing dabi to retaliate, causing kEigo to retaliate, causing dAb-

- okay so

- “i’ve been in love with her ever since she debuted!! and she debuted ALONE!! a whole solo artist!! the talent!! the beauty!! i’m in love!!”

- dabi raised a brow at his friend

- “didn’t you tweet about wanting to ‘put a baby inside of her’?”

- keigo felt his cheeks heat up at the possibility of you seeing his indecent tweets about you

- what if you had seen? what if you think he’s a creep? what if you already hated him??

- keigo felt his anxiety creep onto his shoulders as he continued to overthink, not realizing that they were already next to go in

- ruh roh raggy

- keigo didn’t know anything BUT anxiety

- rip keigo we’ll miss you big daddy :,(

- “please come in, please don’t shout”

- whO was shouting?? nobody was shouting

- keigo wasn’t gonna shout

- as keigo was about to shout, he felt himself be silenced by his partner

- all keigo could feel was betrayal

- “calm down you hot dog, you’re going to TALK to her in person jfc. you can tell her how much you want to father her children then”

- it was almost time and you were STILL at the food table

- you saw a small intern approach you with an uneasy look on her face

- she was for sure about to reprimand you

- “m-ms. y/n,, we have to go now!” she stuttered

- she was sO! cute you just couldn’t say no

- so you decided to just sneak a few bags of chips under your skirt before smiling and quickly following her

- you made your way to the stage, peeking behind the curtains

- you saw a huge crowd of people, mostly males, but one man who sat near the front caught your eye

- he had bright yellow eyes with matching blond hair, even wearing some eyeliner

- the unknown male looked absolutely delectable

- he made you bark a little tbh

- you took a deep breath before you were pushed by your manager on the stage, cheers suddenly reaching your ears as your fans confessed their love for you

- quit shamelessly might you add

- you blushed as you watched the cute blond-haired man cup his hands around his mouth and yell—

- “I LOVE YOU Y/N! IM YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN!” he yelled, gaining the attention of everyone in the room

- soon everyone started to yell that they were your biggest fan and that the blond man could never even compare

- but the man had nothing but a satisfied smirk plastered on his handsome face

- did he enjoy starting riots?

- you sat on the chair, placing your hands on top of the table

- this was a small table ngl

- luckily there was a sheet on the table, hiding your nervously bouncing legs

- just imagine watching a fancam of you bouncing your leg

- people would still thirst for that

- anyway

- “thank you guys for coming! i’m so excited to meet you all!” you started, smiling at the large number of people

- “you guys can ask me questions or some things? i don’t know?” you laughed, feeling slightly awkward

- you didn’t know how to be a person

- “can you do a dance for us!!” a young boy, about the age of 7 yelled, jumping up and down in front of his seat

- “what dance?” you queried, raising your brow in curiosity

- “move by taemin!!” he cheered, immediately dancing

- you laughed at his adorable actions

- you were totally gonna dance for him!

- you got up as the music started to play in the background, moving to the side of the table and sensually moving to the beat while the audience watched intently

- you carefully moved your hips, hitting all the right beats

- this wasn’t any different than dancing in front of the camera people, plus you had to get used to an audience

- it also wasn’t any different from how you had to dance to kpop songs from when you were younger for your family!!

- (no, literally. the amount of times i had to dance to 2NE1’s i am the best, girls generation’s gee, and wonder girls’ nobody. the dances are engraved in my head. 6 year old giri had to dance or else)

- as the song faded out, you held your pose before bowing, smiling at the little boy who continued to hype you up

- “holy fuck.. dabi that was hot” hawks whispered, tightening his grip around his friends sleeve

- “jeez kei, ease up a bit” dabi complained, prying his friends hand off of him

- “oh my god she’s such a great dancer, do you think she’ll like me if i learn how to dance too?” he questioned, grabbing his friend by the front of his shirt, pissing dabi off once more

- “no. not if you don’t stop being a fuckinf weirdo”

- hawks pouted

- dabi grinned

- how cruel

- “does anyone else have a request?”

- “WAP!!” a number of people yelled, resulting in your face heating up

- how would they suggest such a lewd dance!

- especially when there were children here!

- “haha! that doesn’t seem very appropriate!” you laughed it off, trying your best to mask your uncomfortableness

- hopefully this would end soon

- “no! can you dance to gashina please!” a girl yelled, catching your attention

- hm, gashina was actually a very good suggestion

- you could do this! you could be as great as sunmi!

- okay maybe no. sunmi was a god <3

- you did the routine, catching the eyes and the hearts of the audience

- “fuck i think i’m in love dabi” hawks whined, clutching his chest

- he had a lovesick expression plastered on his face

- he was totally whipped for you, no doubt about it

- before you knew it, it was time for the fans to have a minute to speak to you and for them to get their albums signed!

- you had recently debuted with your album, dawn in tokyo

- you had taken inspiration from the time where you had left your hotel at dawn and walked around the streets of tokyo, sitting near a bridge and writing lyrics for some of the songs in the album

- hence the name of the album

- most of your album was written in japan

- hawks felt himself get more excited as he came closer to you, holding tightly to the fabric of his friends jacket, which wouldn’t surely gotten him slapped if you weren’t so near

- before he knew it, he was already next in line, dabi already sitting in front of your figure while holding your soft, delicate looking hand in his large ugly ones

- this made hawks’ chest bubble with jealousy

- >:(

- sure, you had a large fan base, but it still hurt to see people touch you the way he wanted to

- it was now his turn, he walked up the stairs with his wobbly knees, wanting to just sit and be near you

- he knew that you would be able to calm his nerves, or make him spontaneously combust

- “hey! i’m y/n! nice to meet you!” you smiled, out-stretching your hand to him, offering to place your hand in his own

- he swiftly, but gently grasped your hand, before placing it on his cheek, letting you hold the soft chub of his cheek

- no fan had been this brave to do this. it was quite surprising to be honest

- he wasn’t breaking any rules so you decided to fuck it and go with it

- you placed both your hands on his cheeks, slightly squishing them together, causing him to adorably pout

- “dash not nishe” he mumbled, brows furrowing

- you laughed before letting go of his face, bringing your hands back to your side of the table

- “you’re so cute! can i sign your album for you?” you smiled, tilting your head to the side

- hawks just..dieded

- mans said peace out

- your beauty was incomprehensible

- phew, he had to get his shit together! he was trying to impress u! he wanted to be the mc in a wattpad story

- we all wanna be y/n

- anywayss

- “sure dove! u can make it out to keigo, u can put your number in it too ;)” he winked

- KDNDHSK

- DID HE—

- DID HE JUST ASK FOR YOUR NUMBER

- LIKE—

- nobody:

- y/n: i’m not gon do it girl.. i’m just thinking about it

- “ah! sorry cutie! i’m not allowed to share my number :333”

- you tried to laugh as you died inside

- he smiled, before placing a kiss on your fingertips

- “don’t worry dove,i respect that” he winked

- BARK BARK

- “i have some gifts for you!” he announced, placing the huge paper bag on top of the table

- he first pulled out your favourite snack before handing it to you

- how did he get these??

- omg

- then, he brought out a bottle of perfume, and a new song writing notebook!

- this was great!!

- “oh my gosh! keigo! you’re too sweet” you cooed,

- this was a lot

- “i also have something else.. would you wear this flower crown for me and do some fan-service?” he queried

- of course you would!

- you nodded before placing the flower crown on top of your head

- “what do you want me to say?”

- “say.. i’ll be a good dove for hawks. is that okay?” he smirked, tracing small circles into the palm of your hands

- w-wHAT

- was this legal

- your managers were literally ignoring you—

- “o-oh! sure! uhm-“

- god you were going to regret this

- “i-i’ll be a good dove for hawks!” you whimpered, showing off your practiced aegyo

- “ahhh! my heart!” he gasped, dramatically clutching his chest

- “excuse me, we need the next fan to come up” you manager tapped the both of your arms

- you nodded before smiling at hawks and waving goodbye

- you were going to miss him :((

- ig it just wasn’t meant to be

- the night you had gotten home, you decided to go through your gifts

- you were particularly interested in the gift you had gotten from the blond man

- it was really sweet of him to get you a notebook

- the moment you had opened it, you had noticed that something was written on the first page

- ‘xxx-xxx-xxxx call me pretty girl <3’

- he was a bold onealright

- you were contemplating on actually calling him

- he could leak your number!

- well, you could just wait for him to speak

- fuck it

- you dialed the number on your phone and waited as it rang

- “hello?”

- “i-is this keigo?”

- “hey dove, i’m glad you called”

- y/n: i did it :33

#hawks x y/n #hawks x you #hawks x reader #hawks fluff #takami keigo x y/n #my hero academia keigo takami #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo x you #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #boku no hero academia #mha x you #mha x y/n #mha x reader #mha fluff #my hero academia #hawks #takami keigo #takami keigo fluff #x reader #reader insert #fluff #imagine #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons

[wastedyouth-wasteddreams]

Part 3. Whisky and cute. Smutty thoughts.

With one arm still wrapped around her shoulder Vik grabbed the whisky off his desk with his free hand, glove clinking against the glass bottle, and walked her through the back. 

It wasn't much, but he had an old worn in leather couch where he originally thought he would take breaks. But seeing that he usually ate and tinkered at his desk in front of an old fight, the couch was mainly used after closing. It's the kind of couch that's been sat on a thousand times, napped on for hundreds, and was still too comfy to throw out. 

The seats were full of pitts and scrapes from from where he had sat down with something sharp still poking out of a pocket. there was a deep dent on the side that Jackie favoured, all his excited fidgeting had a tendency to leave lasting impressions. One of the arm rests had a strange flat smooth spot where bottles of whisky and beer had been carefully balanced over the years, and the other had a swooping crater where the memory of Viks tired head was left indefinitely. 

It had been a week since she was last in. Since he sat her down and told her he cared for her. In all, that wasn't really a shock, he was warm hearted and she knew he cared, he cared for all his friends. Vik was someone you counted on. The shock to her system was how it was said. He wasn't just handing off information, it almost felt like a proposition. As if he was offering her a reason to look after herself.

 She had definitely been thinking, and over thinking on his words. She couldn't just turn up to say "hey" after that. She didn't want to be over eager and under wanted. His birthday was such a perfect reason to pop by though, it wasn't even an excuse-it was an ACTUAL reason.

"You haven't dropped in all week. I thought you might have been avoiding me?"

As she heard the words, a black hole opened in her chest, sucking her stomach and heart into oblivion for a few seconds. His forearm was resting sluggishly on her shoulder as they walked, which was making it hard for her to concentrate anyway...a smell of hot metal, antiseptic and pheromones mixed with a fresh sweat was evaporating from his arm. She could feel an olfactory memory being created each time she breathed him in.

"Really vik?! You are getting old. You don't remember when I came in and paid you every eddy I've ever owed you? Then you took me to dinner? Bought me flowers?" 

She slunk from under his arm and picked her feet off the floor as she threw herself back and shoulders first onto the couch. Her head firmly nestled into the Vik dent.

"Did everyone ask if I was your Dad?" It was a quick response, because it had been something on his mind before. He was an actual age to be her father. It certainly wasn't the only thing stopping him from acting on his desires, but it was a major one. He watched her hair float up as head hot the couch, as if waves were engulfing her.

"Grandpa!" She responded raising her eye brows and giving him a nod as he picked up a leather pouch from the surgical table in the corner.

Vik mimicked being punched in the gut and let out a growling "Ooft kid!" As he planted himself next to her with an empty thud. When his 200 pound of muscle hit the seat, it dropped a good six inches beneath him, and in turn, her hips cooked and she fell into his thigh. 

She steadied herself by wrapping her hand around his forearm. It shouldn't have been as exciting as it was, but his arms did things to her. She could watch him working all day, when his fingers moved and grabbed the muscles just below his elbow stretched and rippled like a machine. He didn't realise it, but she was tracing the movements over his tattoos.

"Grandpa eh? THAT I would have remembered" he swallowed his words as she stroked his arm with her thumb. He wondered of she knew what she was doing to him right now. Her fingers slightly tugging at his tired and sore arm, whilst her thighs pushed against his leg. He wished to have that thigh in his grasp, and her fingers exploring his chest. He wanted to know exactly how much of her he could hold at once. That sweet spot where her thighs and ass met..she was thickest there, he wanted to cradle her and find out how well she would fit in his hand.

He felt his whole body reacting to the though and he swallowed once more, moving his arm ever so slightly trying to reach his exo glove without breaking the skin to skin contact.

"YOUR BIRTHDAY" Came the squeel from next to his ear. She had the lungs of a whale sometimes.

Her hands grabbed his leg and she jumped on her knees next to him, she didn't realise how far down her hands were going go, but she gave him a little squeeze before she bounded off

"I'm gonna get your box!" 

He would have smiled at her giddied charm if he wasn't too busy trying to will all his blood back to its rightful places. She must have realised where her left hand landed. Her finger tips touched so far into his thigh that they grazed the seam of his pants, and if she would have stretched her pinky out an inch, she would have felt a waking dragon, who he had no doubt, would have been stirred from her touch.

As she returned she watched him folding leather around his exoglove. She was wondering if she had made him uncomfortable with her touch, but that fear faded when he flashed her a big Vik smile. Fear that was replaced with butterflies.

He sat the pouch on the soft bit of the arm rest, and felt his heart race as he waited for her to come close again. He expected her to sit next to him, but she walked in front of him, her shoulders square with his, though much more slender. She looked down at her gift and then at Vik without moving her head as she handed it to him. She gave him big eyes, full of wonder and life.  He took the box from her hands, not breaking eye contact for even a split second. 

"The whisky was enough you know, this better be something shitty and little"

"I'm shitty and little" she sounded proud at this realisation.

"Just open it Vik" she said as she grabbed the bottle of whisky and started to unscrew the lid. 

"Haha" he chuckled deeply "Ok, ok. You can be such a brat sometimes" his smile reflecting his adoration of that quality.

She sat next to him again, ankles tucked under herself and watched him fumble with the ribbon and paper.

She took a huge gulp of whisky as he laid his eyes on her gift.

"V" 

Was all he could muster. 

"C'mere" he said as he wrapped his arm around her. His inner elbow caressed the back of her neck and pulled her head to tuck under his chin.

In his hand he held a whisky glass, with a thick heavy bottom and the letter V etched onto the side in a gothic font. A single boxing glove hung off the thin arm of the V. 

"It's a V. For Viktor....And the other has a V on it as well!"

"For Viktor" he laughed and repeated her.

"No, you gonk" she pulled back and looked at him, her face squished, as if he had completely missed something. 

Maybe the other V is for her. For V.

"For Vektor"

She cupped his left cheek in her hand and pulled his face toward her parted mouth. As their skin touched, she pushed her parted lips gently into his stubble, but hard enough to smoosh the side of his face. Her smooth lips left a wetness on his face that he wished he could fell between his own lips.

"Happy Birthday, Viktor Vektor" 

she cooed to him as she felt the heat radiating from his cheek.

"Where the fuck are you at birthday boy!"

Jackies voice boomed from the front door.

"Viky! V said she would meet us here for a drink" Came Mistys call.

He tilted his head back and bellowed 

"IM BEING SHOWERED WITH BIRTHDAY KISSES. ITS HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE, HELP!"

She gave him a sharp jab in his arm before she ran around to jump onto jackie.

Vik poured himself a whisky. He heard the familiar sound of her body impacting Jackie's chest mid-air.

"AND GET YOUR OWN FUCKING GLASSES" 

#cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #viktor vektor #viktor vector/reader #viktor vektor fic #viktor vektor x reader #cyberpunk viktor

[gureishi]

Hey hey :D Gg getting clean up your assbox haha I haven't played Saeyoung route for a while and I have different favrite now (sorry lol) how is he really towards cats? Is he really as described on his route (?) almost sadistic (?) How would he react when f.ex. his brother adopted little kitty that maybe was abused and needs a lot of time and peace to get used to everything and gain their trust (?) How would he took care of vurnelable kitty?

Such a good question!

Saeyoung's behavior with cats is sort of complicated.

He has, of course, never really spent time with animals before. He's obviously never had a pet; he's also never exactly gotten the chance to just hang out with a friend's pet. He doesn't have time for things like that; most of the time, he's not even able to leave his house.

But he certainly knows how cute cats are (boy spends a lot of time on the internet). You know he's just been watching silly cat videos while he works late into the night and giggling to himself over them. It's important to remember how lonely he is; I imagine him watching Youtube videos for comfort (or companionship, or just to hear some sounds other than his own voice in his head) while he types all night long (eyes burning, wishing he could rest).

I think that years of that—looking to cute videos for comfort and wondering how it would feel to actually hold a little kitty in his arms—leads to a sort of frantic obsession when he finally does get near a cat. Of course he wants to squish her and squeeze her and nibble her little face: he's got so much built-up excitement that he can barely contain himself.

He knows better (he really does)—but he's got this feeling like his chest is going to explode, because that's how it feels when you fantasize about something and then suddenly it manifests in front of you in the form of a very fluffy cat with an adorable face. It may seem like a small thing—but Saeyoung doesn't get to experience pure, mindless bliss very often. It sort of makes him want to cry.

It will take time for him to learn how to act around cats.

If you are a cat person yourself, you can show him: you can hold his hand and guide it (gently, you'll tell him). You can explain to him what expressions and noises mean that the cat is happy (and conversely, what behaviors mean that he should leave it alone).

I love the idea of SE Saeran adopting a kitty. I've always felt that he would instinctively be good with animals: he speaks quietly and he doesn't move too fast. He understands about being lost and feeling small; he knows what it is to want to hiss and frighten everyone away because you don't know what to do with yourself otherwise.

He won't want Saeyoung near his cat for a while, and that's okay. SE Saeran needs someone that's just his; he needs a friend who won't ask anything of him. Just as it will be hard for Saeyoung to give his brother the space he needs, it will also be hard for him to leave the cat alone. He's got everything he's ever wanted and yet he has to watch from afar. It's what I deserve, he'll think to himself when you're not around to tell him otherwise. Being around me doesn't do anyone good.

But the day will come that the kitten will crawl up to him and nudge his leg with her little head (in my mind, this cat is female). He'll look up at Saeran, who will have curled himself (catlike, of course) into the corner of the couch on the opposite end of the room. Saeyoung will feel afraid, for a moment; he doesn't want to get it wrong.

Saeran will look at his brother's wild eyes and shake his head.

"Well," he'll say. "Don't leave her hanging."

And Saeyoung will want to throw his arms around his brother or leap in the air or sweep the cat up and cover her in kisses, but he won't. He's trying.

He'll breathe deeply the way you've shown him and he'll pet the cat's tiny little head with one finger. When she purrs, he'll feel like his mind has melted.

Saeran won't tell him he did a good job, but he won't critique him either. And the kitten will always love Saeran the most (and that's good: someone should), but she will learn to love Saeyoung, too. She'll fall asleep on his lap one day and he'll look up at you with stars in his eyes, as if to say I can’t believe I get to be this happy.

You’ll kiss his face. “Believe it,” you’ll tell him. This is just the beginning.

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #707 #headcanons #asks #anon

[missskzbiased]

Shoot Your Shot

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Oneshot, Confession au, Implied High School Au, Friends To Lovers Au, Drabble (Kind of lol)

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X GN! Reader (Actually, I didn’t use any pronouns) 

Word Count: ~1,9K

Notes: It’s my first request! LOL I was just saving the prompts but I really liked your choices, anonnie~ So I decided to give it a shot. I hope you like it! I’m kinda nervous since I never did something like this before haha. I’m sorry for the delay, lots of stuff happened here T^T 

Prompt 17+30

                                                  /////

    You gasped, covering your mouth as you widen your eyes.

     The first thing to register into your brain was the muffled sound followed by two distinct noises. One of them was the basketball bouncing on the ground, its thud slowly lowering until you could only hear it rolling away from both of you. The second one was Hyunjin’s body falling with a loud bang to the floor, his whining coming right after as he shot his hands to his face.

    You swiveled your head around ─ too startled to actually move in the first place ─, eyes roaming around the court just to find it completely desert, just like it was when you first arrived. As much as you loved Hyunjin’s company, you should know that your neighbor and classmate was the last person in the world who should watch your practice on the court next to your house.

    “It hurts…” He sobbed, voice muffled by his hands. You hoped it was out of embarrassment and reflex, not deep pain and a broken nose. Either way, his whining was enough for you to finally jog his way, worry painting your eyes.

    You squatted next to him, hand gently holding his wrist so you could move his hands out of the way and check how his face looked. Dear God, please don’t let Hyunjin’s face be damaged, you thought to yourself, hoping you didn’t break his nose. How would you confess to him knowing you just smashed his face? Would he ever forgive you if you broke his nose? What if his admirers wanted to break yours out of revenge?!

    “Let me take a look” You pleaded when he didn’t move his hands. He finally gave in under your soft tone and gentle brush on his skin. He rested his hand over his chest, tilting his head to look at you as your hands wandered to his cheeks. How the hell could he be so pretty? His hair was sprawled over the floor, his headband preventing the strands to get on his eyes.

    Speaking of which… What beautiful eyes.

    He looked at you with squinted tearing eyes from the pain, and even his twisted face wasn’t enough to take away the twinkle of his eyes… He was too perfect. You lost yourself on his face for a split of a second, studying the sheen left there by his sweating. His flushed state was kind of cute if you were being honest, but what part of Hwang Hyunjin wasn’t cute? You stared at his cheeks ─one of them way redder than the other─ before you let your attention fall to his lips.

    Unconsciously, your thumb grazed his lower lip, gaze focusing there a little bit too long before snapping to his nose, inspecting it thoroughly. As the captain of the basketball team, you were more than able to recognize a broken nose, and as much as you felt your head on the verge of exploding ─ face burning as you realized how his eyes glinted amused, clearly aware of your slip up ─, you could tell his nose was just fine.

   “It’s nothing” You stated relieved, letting go of his face as you sighed, shoulders relaxing immediately. You made mention to get up but his free hand snapped to your wrist, holding you as he clenched his fist above his chest, an exaggerated pained expression washing over his face.

   “All my friends told me you’d break my heart!” He uttered, turning his head to the side and furrowing his brows in a comic way that made you chuckle, nudging his side playfully “I didn’t think you’d try to break my nose too… What have I ever done to you, you heartless monster?” He chanted, hand leaving his chest to lay in his forehead as if he was a damsel in distress.

   “Stop it!” You giggled, pushing him lightly “Your nose is just fine! Stop being a Drama Llama!” You smiled at him, noticing how he tried to peek at your reaction, lips quirking slightly as he saw your fond gaze over him. He gasped dramatically, raising his torso to sit on the floor, shooting you an offended look that made you chortle.

   “What about my heart then?!” He cried, pulling your hand to his chest. He let his hand there over yours, pushing it against his chest for you to feel his heartbeat; eyes diving into yours as his dramatical self dissolved into a serious look. He hesitated for a moment, and you could feel how his heart raced right under your palm, making you blush. Maybe he liked you too? “Y-You startled me to death!” He stammered, laughing awkwardly right after.

   “Oh… Yeah” You couldn’t hide your disappointment, chuckling just to be polite “I thought you’d have better reflexes as a dancer” You pointed out, and he snorted, letting go of your hand before lowering his head just a bit, biting his lips and letting his gaze wandering around aimlessly.

   You missed the warmth of his hold.

   “Yeah…” He trailed off, sounding too insecure for his usual playful self “I think you were just too quick… When I least expected I just fell” He raised his eyes to meet yours again, hands fisting the ground as he waited for you to say something. You could swear his face was flushed but maybe it was just because he was hit by a basketball not too long ago? You were sure that your face was flushed, though, and you weren’t hit by any balls today.

    “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were trying to flirt with me…” You mumbled, feeling your heart race in your chest, chuckling to shrug it off. You averted your eyes, afraid of his answer. Maybe he was just joking? Maybe he didn’t even notice he was making you dare to think he might like you back? Maybe he –

    “Well, I think we should go on a date so you can get to know me better… ‘Cause I am trying to flirt with you” He grinned, enjoying your flabbergasted features. You let your mouth fell agape, eyes unfocused as you tried to make sense of his words. Did he just ask you out?!

    “Are you… Are you asking me on a date?” Your voice came out strangled, and he didn’t even try to fight back his giggles, hands trailing to your face. He caressed your cheek gently, eyes softening as he looked at you fondly. You were sure his hands could feel how warm your cheeks were, so you tried to move your face away from his grip, embarrassed.

   “I’d like to be your boyfriend, to be honest” He said coyly, watching you trying to voice something but failing. You let your mouth open and close more times than you could count, totally taken aback by his confession “I want to go to your match and watch you scoring and pointing at me… Blowing me a kiss and saying you did it for me…” He added, blushing. He watched for your reaction but you couldn’t say anything, overwhelmed by the sudden realization that he did like you back “Say something, you monster! I’m pouring my heart out for you here!” He whined jokingly, and this time you reacted, chortling.

    “You could just ask if you wanted me to score some points for you…” He missed your teasing tone, surprised by your conclusion, waving his hands eagerly as he floundered to retort you.

   “W-What?! N-No! I meant I –“ You chuckled, pecking his cheek, interrupting him “Ouch!” He blurted, hand shooting to his swollen face. You arched your brows surprised, forgetting for a moment you had just hit him with a ball. You reached for his cheek, caressing it carefully, eyes focused on the redness of his skin and he lost himself in your eyes, holding your hand over his face.

   “Sorry, I forgot it” You smiled sheepishly, looking into his eyes. He didn’t seem too concerned about his pain, eyes twinkling as he looked at yours “Don’t look at me like this…” You lowered your head, averting your eyes, but his hand was quick to take your chin between his fingers, raising it back to look at him.

    “Like this?” He inquired, lips quirking up just a little bit, amused “What do you mean?” His tone was teasing, and you almost poked his cheek out of shame. You felt your lips quivering before you could respond, gulping down as his eyes seemed to drag yours to him.

    “Like you want to kiss me” You answered under your breath but you knew he had heard you when his small smile turned into a sly grin.

    “But I do…” He spoke slowly, teasing tone hanging in the air for a while. He leaned closer, lips hovering over yours but never touching them. He stared at your lips for a few seconds before resuming to your eyes, and you felt your breath being knocked out of your lungs. He was stunning “Maybe if you kiss me I can look at you normally again?” He suggested playfully.

    Oh, good Lord, why couldn’t you just smack him?

    You shut your eyes firmly, closing the gap between your lips to peck his lips. You broke away from him, eyeing him shyly, which made him hold back a giggle, looking at you in pure adoration. He cupped your cheeks, squishing them before placing a peck on your lips, chuckling as you yelped. He kissed the tip of your nose, then each cheek ─ just under your eyes─, and then your forehead, breaking apart to study you, the softest smile on his lips.

    “You’re still looking…” You muttered, observing his eyes glued to your lips. He raised them to look into your eyes again, thumb grazing over your cheek. You looked at him through half-lidded eyes, inviting him to kiss you again.

    “If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were trying to flirt with me…” He mocked, and you pushed him lightly, giggling.

   “It looks like we don’t even know each other even after living 10 years right beside one another, hm?” You laughed, cupping his cheeks “Lucky you, I’m free this Saturday” You sang, beaming as you saw his eyes sparkling.

   “It’s a date?!” He asked excitedly, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his eagerness. You nodded, happy to see his eyes molding into two crescents, caressing his cheek before finally closing the gap between you, kissing him slowly. He melted into the kiss, just like you, and you couldn’t recall one time you felt so light in your whole life.

   It felt like you were a balloon and suddenly someone let you go, letting your feelings flying all over the place, hitting everywhere and making a ruckus inside your guts. You heard it was supposed to feel like butterflies, but it didn’t feel fluttering at all. It was like someone just grabbed your stomach and revolved it over and over again to the point it was too much to take and your heart just burst inside you, creating a turbulent melody to your first kiss with Hyunjin.

   You broke away, letting your eyes closed, reticent of letting all of this go away.

   “Earth to Y/N?” He joked, and you puffed his face, opening your eyes slowly “Hi…” He smiled at you, faces inches away from yours.

    “Hi…” You said back, returning his smile “So can we get back to practice or should we just keep getting to know each other?” You asked slyly, watching as he blushed, astonished.

    “Y-Your call?” He gulped down. You got up, dusting off your clothes and extending your hand to help him out. He took it gratefully, standing up, watching as you let go of his hand to go and pick up the ball long forgotten.

    “Okay, If I get it in I’m done for the day... If I don’t, we’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other” You suggested, bouncing the ball twice before looking at him with a smile.

     “Well... You’re the cap! Shoot your shot” He chuckled. You smirked, walking his way as you bounced the ball, kissing his swollen cheek before grabbing the ball, positioning yourself to hoop.

     “Oh, I sure will” You chuckled, looking at him before shooting. 

#skz scenarios #skz fanfic #skz imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #skz #stray kids #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #hyunjin fluff #hwang hyunjin fluff #kpop fluff #I hope I didn't forget any tag I'm so sleepy #Gonna go to sleep #Hope you enjoy it Sweetheart

[21burritoseavey]

Slow Down - Chapter 8

a/n: k i literally hate this but i hope you enjoy it a little lol. let me know what you think!

Summary: Daniel and Y/n are best friends, but like every clique love story lol, Daniel fell for Y/n, though he’s never admitted his feelings because Y/n has a boyfriend. After their exams, the group of friends decide to go on a “California-cation” (see what I did there haha) but Y/n’s boyfriend also tags along. It gets a little interesting and I guess you’ll just have to see how things go…

Daniel could barely sleep the night before. His feelings about Y/n only fuelled his anxiety, fogging his brain with a thick haze of memories and thoughts that he couldn’t shake. After hours of tossing and turning, he finally drifted into a faint slumber, rousing from his sleep - after what felt like mere seconds later - by a soft hand on his shoulder.

 “Daniel...” Y/n whispered, biting back a smile at his slight pout and steady breaths. She tried again, “Daniii, wake up.” 

 Daniel shifted in his sleeping bag, stretching his legs and arms out messily with a small groan. The sound of gentle birdsong and aroma of breakfast filtered through the small gaps of his tent had him lifting himself up sleepily. “Uhm...-” he cleared his throat. “Good morning,” he said in a quiet, raspy voice. 

 “Morning.” Y/n replied with a small smile. She got up onto her feet and out of the tent. Daniel followed quickly behind her. “What time is it?” He asked gently. 

 “About eleven thirty or so.” Y/n answered casually as she took a seat on the wooden bench beside Corbyn. She grabbed the box of cereal to pour into a plastic bowl. 

 Daniel’s gaze narrowed into a squint as he peered through the morning sunlight to the array of breakfasts displayed on the table, a blue chequered tablecloth underneath. “Did you guys wake up late too?” He asked, taking a seat next to Jonah. 

 Corbyn glanced at him with a small chuckle, “eleven o’clock is late?” 

 “Well yea, I really want to go on that trail.” He smiled shyly. “You know the one you talked about before?” He glanced at Y/n. 

 “Yeaa!” Her eyes lit up instantly at the vivid memory.  

 Her sudden excitement sent a wide grin to Daniel’s face. “Yeah, I-I planned it for you” he said bashfully, eyes flashing at Corbyn with a smirk. He received a teasing glare in return and Jonah hid his giggle behind a sip of his coffee. 

 “I’m sure we’ll have time. But I actually planned for us to go canoeing today...” Jonah revealed, offering a simple smile in response to his friends’ open mouthed, shocked stares. “I’ve decided to conquer my fear of the ocean...Well, we’re not going in the ocean. Just the river a little way away. But that’s still conquering my fear, right?” He looked to the others for reassurance. 

 “Right.” Corbyn said with a light chuckle. 

 “Whatever you say.” Daniel shrugged, a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of him. “Thanks for breakfast by the way” he said, shovelling a forkful of pancakes into his mouth. 

 “That’s okay, I figured I’d volunteer since I’m the mom of the group.” He said plainly, earning light chuckles from the others sitting around the table. 

 A calm aura swallowed the atmosphere as the group of friends ate their breakfast, lavishing upon fresh memories from the past few days. The two other bandmates woke up not long after. They dragged their feet through the squidgy grass tiredly. “Morning…” Jack breathed. The others simultaneously replied with gentle waves and ‘morning’s. Zach shuffled his feet over to the mini, portable coffee machine and poured himself a soothing cup of rich coffee before squishing right next to Corbyn on the picnic table. 

 “Where’s Grayson, he up yet?” Zach asked, peeking a brow as he filled his plate. 

“Nope.” Y/n sighed, dropping her gaze as she haphazardly stirred her bowl of cereal. “I don’t think he’d like canoeing anyway...” She said honestly. Daniel’s smile faltered as he listened to Y/n’s words, and he exchanged identical looks with the guys. 

 “Maybe I can convince him?” Corbyn volunteered, shooting a comforting look at Daniel. He received a grateful nod in return, and they shared tight smiles. 

 -----

The gang were finally ready at around 2pm. They had played almost every board game they brought with them and had grown irritated by hearing the constant chirping of birds and rustling of trees around the campsite. 

 The fresh morning glow of the sky had subsided. The sun scorched down on the cluster of friends as they were ushered - by Jonah - to the sparkling river only a five-minute walk away. A rich tapestry of blue spread across the gentle velvet waters of the river. Jonah nearly sprinted to the wooden rack of canoes. To him, an inviting new adventure was just waiting to be experienced and he was oblivious to his friends’ teasing remarks. 

 “Ten bucks says he’ll absolutely hate it.” Daniel turned to Corbyn, a Nike swoosh of a smirk plastered on his face. 

 Corbyn chuckled, “I think he’ll tolerate it.” He replied truthfully. With a vigorous shake of hands, their bet was official. The guys lifted their canoes from the rack and placed them on the rocky shore. “Hey, Grayson? Can you help me with this?” Y/n asked tiredly as she tried to lift the canoe. She looked around for her boyfriend, but he was nowhere to be seen. “Grayson?”

 “Here.” Daniel giggled, a few paces away. “I can help.” An easy grin played on his face as he shifted the canoe from her arms to his. He passed her a life jacket and calmly watched her slip it on. 

 “Thanks” Y/n said, her cheeks a little more pink than usual. 

“s'ok” Daniel uttered lovingly. 

 Meanwhile, Jonah had been struggling with his own rickety canoe. It was so noisy that the wood creaked every time they moved. Jonah turned back to Daniel hesitantly, “Is this safe to use?” He asked, jerking down the brim of his lopsided baseball cap. Daniel looked up from his spot in the river. His knees were deep in the calm water and his forehead was already dampened with a layer of sweat from pushing the weighty canoe. 

 Daniel laughed lightly. “It'll be fine.” He reassured with a toothy smile. 

 Jonah tried his best to pull a grin in response and he turned back to the front, watching the water ripple and sparkle gracefully. A shaky deep breath left his lips as they finally plunged into the water past the shore. The three other bandmates drifted past, paddling recklessly through the water without a care in the world. “Oh my gosh” Daniel chuckled as he glanced at them. 

 “They're gonna fall in for sure.” Jonah said quietly.

 “I don’t think they’re gonna fall in...” Daniel joked. 

 He couldn’t help but steal a glance at Y/n and Grayson behind them. Y/n’s smile shone as bright as lighthouse beams and the corners of his mouth pulled upwards, spreading light to every inch of him as well. The natural dew on her skin fostered a gentle glow to her face. The serene reverie he slipped into was broken by the familiar voice of Y/n’s boyfriend. 

 “Can you help please?” Y/n asked after her laughter died down. She raised and lowered the oar steadily through the water, watching it glide graciously upon the surface. “You can’t possibly expect me to do this alone.” She chuckled lightly. 

 “Okay, Y/n.” Grayson picked up the single bladed oar beside him and began paddling. “I didn’t even want to do this anyway.” He murmured quietly to himself, but Y/n heard. 

 “Can you please just do it...for me?” Y/n said, “let’s just try and have fun, okay?” She spoke pleadingly with a tight smile.  

 Daniel sighed after hearing their small conversation but just went back to paddling with Jonah. 

The image of Y/n and Grayson on the canoe froze in his mind, kindling some kind of twisted jealousy or hurt in his gentle heart. The lingering goosebumps on his skin chilled his body to the bone. He let the serenity of silence calm him and the warmth of the sun’s rays heat up his cold body. 

 How are you holding up? You seem a little tense.” He asked Jonah although his eyes wandered elsewhere. Denying his shallow breaths and slightly quivering body, Jonah replied with a confident, “I’m doing great” as they travelled forwards quietly.

 “Oh my gosh. Not these stupid bugs again” Daniel complained, eyes bolting to all directions and arms swinging in weary irritation. “-hate that I didn’t bring bug spray,” he groaned. 

 “Daniel.” Jonah said gingerly. Daniel was so distracted by the hasty bugs that circled him, he didn’t notice the canoe’s persistent wobbling.

 “I swear I’m gonn-” His complaint was cut off by the crashing waves of the river washing over him as the boat completely toppled over. All the two boys could hear was the muffled laughter of their friends - perfectly dry and safe in their canoes. Jonah tried to shoot up to the surface of the river desperately, and with the help of Daniel beside him, he made it to the surface, to shore and then finally a decent length away from the river in good time. 

 “I’m never doing that again! I’m just gonna be scared of the ocean forever!” Jonah yelled breathily. 

 “Okay,” Daniel soothed gently, swallowing back his laughter as he walked past him. Jonah frowned at him before shifting his eyes back to the water. He watched peacefully as a soft breeze rippled the surface of the river. It danced along gracefully before hitting the rocks and pebbles on the shoreside. 

 Among the tall oak and pine trees, a pleasant shade had fallen where Jonah had been sitting, staring morosely at the water. Daniel padded across the grass and plunked himself beside Jonah, offering him a fresh, red towel. Jonah gratefully accepted and slung it over his shoulders, clutching it tightly around his body. “You, okay?” Daniel asked gently, biting back a chuckle. 

 Jonah turned to him, hiding his own laughter behind a supposably serious face. “Yeah.” He pushed his arm across his forehead tiredly. 

 “You’ll be alright.” Daniel assured. Just then, in perfect, comical timing, Corbyn emerged from the shore and tapped Daniel lightly on the shoulder. 

 “I guess I owe you ten bucks now.” He shrugged, unknowing of the conversation the two other boys just had. 

-----

“Okay, what’s next?” Y/n asked eagerly. 

 “The trail.” Daniel said simply. He looked behind his shoulder. “You can stay here if you’re not feeling up to it Jonah.” He assured lightly, a small smile playing on his lips. 

 “Uhh...no.” Jonah shut down quickly. “You just feel bad for earning ten bucks at my expense” He joked, glaring at Daniel teasingly. 

 “Okay then, if you’re all ready to go, let’s do it.” He suggested. 

The friend group were on their second adventure of the day and even though some of the boys were tired, they knew how much Daniel wanted to do this, especially for Y/n. They trekked through the summer heat in clusters as they conversed. Daniel draped his shirt over his shoulder and his hair sat all muddled on his head, flicking hard against his forehead as he walked. 

 Zach’s gaze caught something in the distance. In the dappled sunlight, amid the strong boughs, overgrown cabins scattered the dark areas of woods. The trees grew so tall, they veiled the sun’s light. He turned to Jack, tossing a sweaty arm around him. “You wanna mess with the guys?” He asked mischievously - not that he really needed to. 

 “Of course.” Jack responded with a chuckle. They were a few paces behind everyone else, so they quietly devised a plan. “K, i’ve got this” Jack said, clearing his throat and rolling up his sleeves. 

 “No, I've got this.” Zach corrected blankly. 

 “No. I’ve-” Jack started, before he was suddenly interrupted by Corbyn. 

 “You guys alright?” Corbyn asked gently with a light laugh. 

 Jack shuffled his feet closer to Corbyn a few paces ahead of him so he could hear better. He turned to Zach again. “Yeah, me and Zach were just talking about that cabin over there. Further in the distance” He asked, pointing to a random, bleak cabin. Zach merely sighed and nodded as he glanced at Corbyn. 

 Corbyn replied, “yeah? What about it?” He asked, slight hesitation laced in his voice. 

 “That’s my dad’s cabin. He bought it back in ‘97.” Jack said casually. 

 “Really?” Corbyn asked, matching Jack’s pace as he walked beside him. 

 “Yeah, he got it pretty cheap from the old owner.” 

 Corbyn peered into the distance, the archaic architecture and spoiled timber exterior didn’t go unnoticed, and he simply nodded. “Makes sense.” He chuckled. 

 “The guy caught his brother cheating with his wife…” He uttered eerily. Just then, Daniel and Y/n’s attention was caught by his fake story too. He continued, dropping his gaze to the brittle leaves that crunched beneath his feet. “He chased them out of the cabin and into the dark woods with a...” He paused for a second, searching for more ideas, “a machete and stabbed the dude three times. People say he’s still out there trying to find his wife, a sharp, bloody machete still in his hand.” He looked up to stunned faces looking back at him. “He could still be out here today.” Jack finished casually, continuing his onward stride through the trail. 

 Grayson scoffed, “Yeah right. You can’t tell me you guys really believe this.” He sneered. 

 “Y-yeah guys don’t be silly” Y/n said lightly, even though she was really shaken by it. She cleared her throat nervously before turning back to continue walking. 

 Grayson slowly approached Daniel from behind before uttering a gentle, “hey uhh, there’s not service here?” He questioned, holding up his phone to the sky with an outstretched arm. 

 “Oh yea. Sorry, I must’ve forgotten to mention it.” Daniel replied casually, turning back to the rocky path. 

 “Oh...okay” Grayson hid his slight uneasiness with a feigned grin that tugged at the corners of his lips. 

 The walk was peaceful for the most part, filled with organic, simple conversation. The brown and dry ground had little patches of green peeking through the roots of flowers and low-lying bushes. Y/n broke the momentary silence first with a question.

"Where's my necklace?"

'What?" Grayson asked. 

 “My necklace.” Y/n repeated. “You know the gold one, with the little crescent moon sorta thing?”

 Grayson paused for a moment before replying with a tired “yeah, okay well when was the last time you saw it?”

 “I’ve had it on for the whole trip, until now I guess.” Her face was etched in concern as she looked around. “I can’t lose that Gray, Dani gave it to me” She whimpered. 

 Daniel’s head turned at the familiar sound of his nickname. “What’s going on?”

 “She lost that gold necklace or something.” Grayson said plainly as he continued walking. 

 “Wait-” Daniel gazed at Y/n seriously, “the one I gave you?”

“Yeah.”

 “Okay, uhh. Okay. It’s okay. We’ll find it. Don’t panic.” Daniel reassured, more to himself than her. 

 “Don’t panic? You literally look like you’re panicking right now Daniel.” Y/n teased lightly with a faint giggle. 

 “Uhh, okay guys!” He turned back to his bandmates ahead. “Y/n lost her necklace. We need to go find it.” He announced gravely, resting his hands on his hips. He turned back to Y/n, noticing her panicked look. "Don't worry, we'll find it" Daniel assured her gently. 

 "I hope so" Y/n said, worry written all over her face. 

 Zach fluttered about trying to find the necklace in unusual places. First his eyes roamed the precariously balanced boulders, then Jack’s hoodie that was tied around his waist and finally Jonah’s hat. He grasped Jonah's baseball cap from his head, peering into it solemnly. 

 "It's not in there," Jonah countered, snatching the hat back defiantly. 

 "Great, thanks Jonah" Zach said sarcastically before focusing back on finding Y/n’s gold chain.

 The sun settled around them, gushing warm, dark golden streams through the columns of tall trees. It splashed warmly from their faces to their feet as they tread through the woods back and forth. Daniel weaved in and out through the trees and bushes as seamlessly as a shuffled deck of cards, concentration.

 “Okay, you guys look over there,” Jonah said, pointing into the distance. “And the rest of us will go back down this way.” He suggested, and everyone agreed. 

 “Have you got any idea where it might be?” Grayson asked, glancing at Y/n. 

 “No, not a clue.” Y/n sighed worriedly, “It was around my neck like a minute ago” She dragged a hand over her face in frustration. 

 “Well, it obviously wasn’t if we’re still looking for it.” He muttered quietly. 

 “What?” Y/n asked gently. 

 “Nevermind.” Grayson walked past Y/n in the opposite direction angrily, but Y/n didn’t notice. 

 Grayson's groan of annoyance had Daniel averting his gaze to the boy beside him. “What’s wrong, man?” Daniel tried gently, slowing down to match Grayson’s pace. 

 “I just wanna find this stupid necklace” He huffed irritiatedly.

 “It’s not stupid,” Daniel returned quietly, swallowing back his hurt. “I’m sure we’ll find it soon.” He assured calmly. 

 “We better.” Grayson warned. 

 “And we will...” 

 “Yeah, sure” Grayson returned, his voice dripping in sarcasm. “This forest is so big. It’s like trying to find a needle in a haystack”.

 “If we all just focus, we should find it pretty easily.” Jack said reassuringly with a grin. Daniel nodded lightly in agreement. 

 “We’re literally just wasting time right now. I’m not even the one who gave it to her so why should I care?” Grayson glared at Daniel out of the corner of his eye. 

 “Because it’s important to Y/n.” Daniel glared at Grayson with utmost distaste. 

 Grayson only scoffed loudly. 

 Daniel stopped his movement and stood up straight. “Look, Y/n really wants to find it. If you were a good boyfriend, you wouldn’t be complaining right now.” He said seriously, storming further into the ever-darkening woods. He didn’t even think about the necklace anymore. It’s not just about the necklace. He thought. 

 “I’ve got more important things to do.” Grayson grumbled. 

 “Really? Cos you’ve sure been spending a lot of time on your phone” Daniel replied shortly. Grayson squirmed under Daniel’s blank gaze. He dropped his head and shuffled his feet nervously to hide his flushed, pink cheeks. Daniel took a deep breath in an attempt to compose himself. Grayson's words stirred inside of him, and he felt his arms bend at the elbows and hands close into fists almost uncontrollably. He was so focused on maintaining his supposedly calm facade that he didn’t realise how far they were walking. 

 “Guys. Can we-” Jack huffed. He searched his mind wretchedly to try and stop their argument.

Grayson looked at Daniel, “It’s just work, my brother and I work together so it’s just a lot of back and forth you know,” He chuckled, a hint of a grin on his lips. 

“Like what? calls? Texts?” 

 “Guys.” Jack tried again gently. 

 Grayson paused for a moment before words stumbled out of his lips. “Y-yea. Calls and...stuff”

“I haven’t heard Ethan’s name come out of your mouth once this whole trip so far.”

 “What are you trying to say?” Grayson challenged. His tone was pugnacious, calculating at most. 

 “Guys!” Jack’s loud voice snapped the two other boys out of their argument, and they looked at him expectantly. “I think we’ve gone too far,” he said slowly. 

 “Great.” Grayson groaned. “This is all your fault.”

“My fault? Seriously, don’t start this” Daniel responded tiredly, 

 “If you had just minded your own business then we wouldn’t be lost or whatever.”

 “This is my business. She’s my best friend.” Daniel replied without hesitation. 

 “Wait guys, don’t you fear” Jack said positively, pulling out a crumpled map from his back pocket. “I have a map.” His eyes darted from side to side as he stared at it. 

“It’s upside down.” Grayson said tiredly. 

“Oh. I knew that.” Jack chuckled, turning the map over to the right side before continuing. “Okay…. umm does anyone actually know how to read this?” He asked shyly, a giggle escaping his lips. He glanced back at the two boys beside him. Their deadpan faces and silence had him dropping his gaze to the map again. 

#daniel seavey imagines #daniel seavey fanfic #why don't we imagines #why dont we fanfic #zach herron #jack avery #jonah marais #corbyn besson #wdw boys #why don't we #why don't we fanfiction

[stay-midnight]

“Good,” I’d ease up on my expression and smile brightly and wrap Jisung up in my arms, “Hmm I could always come with you to the studio but I can wait as well, all depends on you sweetheart.” I would hum, “True true, I like having you to myself as well~” I’d peck that pout of his face. I would laugh and roll my eyes playful, “Maybe~ The perfect size for me to hold! You have such a dirty mind Princess~” I’d tease. My nose would scrunch up and I’d shake my head, giggling I would reply with, “Yeah they’re so tiny.”

I’d giggle at being called a cutie and smile, “Cuddles?” I would give Seungmin as soft peck as a thank you for the reassurance. “Making out is scary like how do people just kiss you know? Like that’s scary haha like people are attractive- you’re attractive- I shouldn’t close my eyes. Why is everyone so pretty?!” Not my mini rant of making out. I do, I’m not the best at describing myself, I’m more a show not tell type person? Like I’m very expressive but idk how to put it into words.

Changbin is just ahhh Such a cutie yk? Like 😤🥺🥰ahhhhhhhhhh

“Will you come and join us once you are done?” I’d give Chan hopeful eyes/puppy eyes🥺. I’d whine too to add to it. “Please~ I don’t have any cherries to put on top but I do have ice cream!” I’d calm down for a second to thank him, “Thank you darling for getting me mwah!” I would peck the tip of his nose.

I’d smile and ruffle Chan’s hair, press a kiss to the crown of his head. “Okay pup, let’s go.” Once we go to get the collar and put it on his neck I would turn him around, “My pup looks so handsome with his collar, doesn’t he? Let's go get you some food baby.”

After the kiss, I’d hold Minho’s chin from pulling away to give him a bunch of pecks of his lips, ending the last one with Mwah sound. “Good cause I’m not leaving anytime soon~” “Keep doing that,” I’d mumble shyly, referring to the back rubs. “I’m not shy, you're just confident.” -•^•

Sorry for such a late reply ;^;

Jisung would be in awe and lean back against your hold, “Hmmm.... Who is your favorite member? oh and no, you can't say all of us or you love us equally~ only one, don't worry I won't tell! I think—”. “I would want to bring but the staff sometimes are strict. So, I could probably sneak you in~” He’d say but probably will plan to sneak you in sooner or later. Jisung would look at you with a sly smile, “Oh, I know what you meant~ You don't have to play me~” Jisung said teasingly, winking at you while hiding his giggles. Jisung would gasp dramatically at your comment, “They’re not tiny!” he’d say with this face: ":<"

Seungmin would smile fondly at your small giggles, and hum at your suggestion. He’d pull you to his arms and smile — snuggling you. He’d listen carefully into your rant before smiling and crashing his lips into you in the middle of your words. We the same bestay, i prefer showing rather than telling ☠️. like you try to get me to explain smth ill probably be like: 😦😩😔.

Yes. He is the cutest muscle man ever, i take no argument. I wanna squish his muscles and I wanna hold him 👹.

Chan would chuckle and agree, “Of course bubs.” he’d say with tired smile. He’d tilt his head to the side and ask you, “What cherry?—”. He’d smile once more and kiss back, before putting you down and leaving you at the entrance of Hyunjin’s and Felix’s room.

Chan would rub his head on your hand and giggle once you got the collar on him, He’d giggle and blush, “You’re very handsome too..” he’d say and go near you to hide his face. “Don’t want others to see...”

Minho would laugh at your kisses and pull you closer to him. He’d chuckle, “It’s more like I won't let you leave.” he teases with a grin. “Oh? You have a thing for back rubs?” Minho would say, rubbing your back again gently. “No I’m not, shy little fairy~”

its finee i barely respond too so ☠️

#midnight asks #•^• anon #tiny babie✨✨

[bound-writings]

Hananene For The Soul

♡tbhk secret santa for @amanebae​ aka Momica♡

“Game Day” fic + Hananene Relationship HCS

>nene has an overnight school trip, leaving her no choice but to leave a certain ghost boy themselves. spoiler alert - she doesn’t though. 

>also nene introducing modern games to a baby boomer named Hanako

“Yashiroooo, you have to be lying right now!” Hanako whined as he squeezed Nene tighter, his neck resting on the crook of her neck, pouting.

“No, I’m not lying, Hanako-kun! I’m being one hundred percent serious!” the dual-colored hair huffed, dunking the mop in the bucket as she continued to scrub the floor. The boy groaned louder at Nene’s response and held on tighter as if trying to restrict her movements.

“But what about me, Yashiro? Are you just gonna abandon me and go off on your own??”

The girl sighed, furrowing her eyebrows at Hanako’s childish behaviors. Then again, he was always like that, wasn’t he? “Hanako-kun, you don’t need to be so dramatic! It’s only going to be for three days-”

“Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and then the weekend! I’m not going to be seeing you for five whole days in a row!” Hanako’s shoulders drooped as he released his hold on Nene. Nene sighed in relief and massaged her sore neck. 

“Yashiro!” he whined, grabbing the mop and trying to pry it from Nene’s hands, “You can still rethink your decision!” 

Yashiro squealed as she held on to the mop. “I’m not going to! You’ve survived without me before, Hanako-kun! And I’ve already paid for it and everything! I don’t know why you’re so insistent on me staying here!”

Hanako released his grip on the mop, tilting his hat so it would cover his eyes. “I see, Yashiro. If that’s what you want.”

Yashiro frowned as her heart twinged. She didn’t mean to hurt the boy’s feelings. Or maybe he was trying to guilt-trip her, like the time he used the fake tears? Hmph, she wouldn’t be fooled! (She was.)

>the next day

“Why not?”

“What?! No way! I came here to get you to stop me, Tsuchigomori-sensei!”

“I mean, the trip isn’t mandatory. It’s for pleasure only. I see nothing wrong with skipping it. And I could also refund your money as well.”

“Listen, I don’t know what to do!”

“What a pain… Did you ask Honorable Number Seven about it?”

“Yes, of course! He knows about it and he wants me to stay at school! But I don’t know anything about him! He never even told me about his past, and I never know what’s going on in that head of his. He’s hugging me one minute, and the next he’s cruelly making me clean toilets!” Nene sighed, pursing her lips at her outburst. “Clearly he doesn’t trust me… so I don’t know why he’s so desperate for me to stay with him…”

Tsuchigomori sighed, puffing out smoke from his pipe.

“You know kid, he’s been a lot happier ever since you came around.”

“Eh?”

“You should have seen him before. Always moping around in the stall and complaining about how boring it was around here.”

“And?”

“And now it’s the complete opposite. He doesn’t say it, but you made a huge impact on him, kid. Maybe he doesn’t tell you some things, but I believe that’s because he wants to protect you.”

“I-I see.”

“But don’t mind my rambling. Who knows, I might be completely wrong. You are too soft on the boy anyway.” Tsuchigomori guffawed as a tick mark appeared on Nene’s forehead.

“Don’t think too deep into it kid. Just make sure you don’t regret it.”

Nene sighed as she played with the ends of her hair. What would she do? No, she already knew what she was going to do.

>the next day

Hanako sighed, looking out the window, seeing other the trees shake in the wind instead of the usual commotion outside. The school was eerily empty because almost everyone had gone on the trip. Yashiro included. His eyes drooped as he stared as his tingly hands. The hands that would playfully squish her cheeks, the hands that would hold onto her as if she would disappear from his grasp. Her warm, warm body…

Hanako blinked and suddenly snapped out of his daze. Yashiro was right. Yashiro didn’t need to stay here with him. She was human. She was alive. She should be enjoying her life instead of staying here with him. But he sighed as he slumped into the wall, closing his eyes, taking in the silence. It will be quite lonely for a few days. Or so he thought.

“HANAKO-KUN!!!”

Hanako bolted upright as if electricity struck him. The Mokke lying around him were up and about as well, spouting but one word. 

“Yashiro.”

“Yashiro!”

“It’s Yashiro.”

Hanako rubbed his eyes as he strained his ears, wondering if he was hearing right.

“Jeez, Hanako-kun! You can look at me already!”

The ghost almost comically turned his neck around slowly, eyes widening as he gulped. Much to his surprise, it was her. Yashiro Nene in the flesh, lip jutting out as she pouted, hands on her hips, a bag at her daikon legs.

“Y-Yashiro? Why are you here-?”

“The real question is why you’re sitting here being all mopey! I thought you knew how to exist without me?” she huffed as she grabbed the bag at her feet.

Hanako, still in a shocked daze, floated over to her, pointing a finger at the bag. “And that is…?”

The girl slightly blushed. “I brought for you… I mean I brought it so I wouldn’t be bored staying at school!”

“Staying… at school? What about the trip?”

Nene sighed, staring at her feet and then glancing up at the curious boy. She gently tugged on his sleeve, ushering him closer to her.

“I… I decided not to go. I wanted to stay with you Hanako-kun… even though you can be really annoying sometimes. But… I think you’re good company.”

The boy blushed as he stared at the floor as well. His heart pounded in his chest at Nene’s words and he could feel her soft skin brushing against the palm of his hand. Hanako tried to compose himself, but he could barely bring himself to say anything. Nene squirmed in the awkward silence and tried to break it. Pulling her hand away, much to Hanako’s regret, she spoke.

“A-Anyway! I brought this so we can play together!” Nene quickly threw the bag to the side and pulled out a colorful box that read the word “MONOPOLY” in big letters.

“Moh-noh-poly?’

“No, it’s Mah-nah-poly!” Nene said trying to sound out the letters as best as possible. She giggled. “I’m surprised you don’t know this game, Hanako-kun!” Nene dropped to her legs and removed the cover of the box. Hanako followed, squatting down to peer at the game, his heart feeling touched and all tingly.

She unfolded the board and dumped the figures onto it. Hanako watched on curiously, as she squinted and counted what seemed to be like fake money.

“Here, Hanako-kun!”

Fake dollar bills landed in his hands as well as a small figurine as he closely inspected them. “The game is quite simple, Hanako-kun. You just have to walk around the board by rolling the dice and try to buy some buildings and stuff like that!”

“So… it’s kind of like a game of luck?”

The girl pressed a finger to her lips as she gazed upwards in thought. “Hmm, I guess you can say that too!”

Too cute, Hanako thought.

Hanako kept getting screwed over because every time he rolled the dice he always managed to land on something bad. The first time he landed on the “Jail” spot and had no idea until Nene started laughing at him and explained what it meant. He was not happy. Then he landed on one of her properties and had to pay rent, making him go broke. Hanako ends up going bankrupt quite a few times simply because he’s like?? Wtf is going on??? 

But uhh he gets used to it really fast. Like he actually gets really good at it. It’s almost scary how good he is at this kind of stuff when he’s serious. When he understands the rules and stuff he starts making Nene suffer by making her go into debt and buying all of her stuff. And Nene is literally devastated. She thought wow haha I’m actually better than Hanako-kun at this! Time to show him whose boss! Well, that only lasted for like fifteen minutes because soon enough Hanako was whooping her at Monopoly.

Yashiro ends up having to eat lunch at one point, luckily she packed her own lunch today. But alas, Hanako kept bugging her to get a bite of her cooking.

An irk mark appeared on the girl’s forehead as her clothes were being tugged on by a certain ghost.

“Yashiroooo! You know I haven’t eaten in years…” Hanako whispered in Nene’s ear, mimicking the sound of a stomach grumbling as he nudged his cheek with hers. She cringed, shoveling a portion of food into his mouth so he could shut up. Hanako nearly choked as he hit his chest in an effort to swallow it. 

“Are you happy now you idiot?” she huffed, stuffing her face with food as well.

It was actually pretty darn good, Hanako thought.

>the next day

Hanako eagerly floated around the girl’s bathroom waiting for the dual-colored hair girl. He had, quite indeed, grown fond of her, no, more than fond, whatever word that was. The naive girl who hopelessly pines after guys, the same one who managed to become a fish, the one with the adorable squishy cheeks he wished would look at him instead-

“Hanako-kun!!!”

The call of his name made him jump was again and before him was a pouty Yashiro.

“I’ve called your name like ten times, Hanako-kun!”

The boy blinked at her and a mischievous smile appeared on his face as he floated down to her level and placed both hands on her cheeks.

“Hmm… I was just thinking about a special someone ♡.”

She blushed as she swatted his hand away. H-Hanako-kun’s girlfriend! That’s who he must be thinking about!

“So what do ya got there today, Yashiro?”

“U-Uh! Oh yeah! The cards!” She smiled as she plopped down on the floor, taking a deck of cards out of the small box.

“Cards?” Hanako’s interest was piqued. 

“Yeah! Have you ever played Uno, Hanako-kun?

“Un-oh?”

“Ooh-no,” she corrected, patting the space across from her, inviting Hanako to sit.

“It’s really simple! You can place a card that has the same color or number as the one on top of the pile, and if you don’t have one you pick up. And you have to say ‘Uno!’ when you place your second to the last card-”

“So basically like Crazy 8?”

“You can say that. But there’s color in Uno!”

Nene got absolutely destroyed in Uno. That’s all that happened. I don’t know if y’all have noticed but Hanako tends to play cards with the Mokke pretty often. And he’s always calm and collected WHICH MEANS HE’S LIKE A MASTER AT CARD GAMES. That is what happens and no one is going to stop him from stomping. He drops so many +2 and +4 cards that Nene has practically the whole deck in her hand. He wins every single time. Nene probably gets a bit pouty at this because she’s like how??? This boomer literally just learned about the game like five minutes ago and?? He’s already kicking my ass at it??

Hanako may or may not lighten up his game if he sees Yashiro get upset but you know. He freaking loves doesn’t really want to see Yashiro sad. So he purposely lets the girl win because he honestly went 🥺when he saw her cheering and throwing her arms in the arm, celebrating.

>the next day

“Sorry, Hanako-kun… I don’t have a new game today…”

Hanako merely smiled as he tugged on her cheeks, turning her frown into a smile. “It’s-”

“That’s why I made this!” The girl grinned as she held a bag high in the air for both of them to gaze upon. 

“D-donuts!” Hanako’s face immediately glowed at the sight of the beautifully glazed donuts as he tried to grab them. Nene moved them out of the way as Hanako whined.

“Let’s go to the roof instead, Hanako-kun!”

--

“Finally, I can eat delicious donuts again!” Hanako cheered as he twirled around, holding the bag in the air.

The girl watched in amusement, settling down on the sheet as she poured tea into a cup. “Still a donut loving ghost, I see,” she giggled as she watched the boy scarf down the pastry. The boy sat down next to her, mouth full.

“Wow, thaft’s somfe real goof dofnuts!” he sighed with content, discarding the bag.

“Hanako-kun, that was for the both of us!” she frowned, peering at the bag. “Plus it’s not good for you to eat so quickly!” she scolded.

Hanako simply smiled at her, crumbs near his lips.

Nene’s eyes softened as she stared at the boy. “You’ve got some crumbs here, Hanako-kun,” she spoke softly, taking her thumb and brushing the crumbs off of his face. Hanako went red as he froze. Noticing his face becoming hot, she glanced at him to see how red he was. Then Nene realized what she was doing.

“Um! I-I was only helping you as a friend of course! You’re totally not my type!” she squealed, face burning as she tried to pull her hand away. But a hand gently caught her arm.

Hanako’s gaze was on the floor, his cheeks red. “Yashiro… these few days have been fun with you. And… and I’m glad you decided to stay with me,” he paused, unsure of how to phrase his words. “It’s been lonely-”

Nene tugged on his arm, smiling at him, not wanting feel like he was being forced to say anything. “Actually Hanako-kun… I’m glad I stayed too.” 

“Yashiro… can I ask why you stayed with me? 

“Well, because I like you, Hanako-kun!” 

…

“As a friend of course! Nothing more!!”

“You’ve said that already, Yashiro…”

“I don’t think the trip would have been too much fun anyway. I had lots of fun with you though!”

Hanako smiled at her words, cherishing the moment. He placed the palm of his hand on hers, and then slowly intertwined his fingers with hers. The girl didn’t protest and instead squeezed his hand, brushing her thumb over his.

How both of them wished this moment would last forever.

Hanako x Yashiro Nene (Hananene) Relationship HCS

If Hanako was alive, they would be the cutest couple in the school! It was actually a shock to most people that they started dating. Yes, Hanako would tease Yashiro on a daily basis but no one thought he was genuinely serious about a relationship with the girl. These two clowns love each very much though, everyone can see that! Now that they’re in an established relationship, Nene becomes more lenient on Hanako’s constant affection, which has increased a huge amount. Hanako is literally around Nene at all times, he won’t directly say it but he cannot bear to not be around this girl. He’s been alone and touch starved for so long, but now he finally has human contact that just fills his heart up with warmth. So yea whenever Nene is not around he’s just like :(.

Also one thing. You know how he calls her Yashiro? Well not anymore! “Nene-chan” time! Hanako never fails to fluster her when he says her first name, especially with the ‘chan’ part. But Nene gets her fair share of making Hanako blush as well. It’s mostly the little things Nene does that touches Hanako’s heart. Maybe it’s making donuts for him, or comforting him after a confrontation with Tsukasa. And whenever the daikon girl initiates affection first, he always gets a little flustered! And then he would tease her for becoming bold. He must be rubbing off on her.

Hanako is always there with her during class. So Nene becomes known as the girl who talks to thin air on a daily basis. She becomes a bit depressed at this but her boyfriend 100 percent cheers her up! The real problem is when Hanako has to be by himself on the weekends. Now that part crushed both of their heart’s especially Hanako’s. He has to wait in the empty school by himself, with only Mokke to keep him company. He knows he shouldn’t feel this way but he’s jealous. Jealous of everyone who can leave this damn building. How he just wants to leave but he can’t step foot out of the school. How he just wants Nene to be by his side forever.

Definitely nerds out with Nene about space and whatnot. He just never had anyone who would willingly listen to him ramble about space! And even though Nene may not understand half of it, she’ll always listen and nod her head. She thinks it’s cute when his eyes get all glowy and excited when he’s talking about something he likes. One of her favorite things to do is to just hold the boy’s hand. His hand is cold, unlike her warm one. But she tries her darn best to transmit her warmth to his body. Why? Because she freaking loves Hanako.

Even though Hanako is so touchy-feely he doesn’t say the words “I love you” quite as often. He’s just a lot better at expressing his feelings through actions than words. Plus he gets insanely flustered and red whenever he says the words, even more when Nene is the one to say it.

Hanako deeply cherishes Nene despite teasing her so often. The fact a murderer like him was able to find love is just, well, astonishing to him. Hanako loves her though, and he will do anything to keep her alive. He always knew that ghosts didn’t have a future but… perhaps with Nene by his side, his one didn’t look so dim anymore.

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[my-brothers-corrupted]

Chapter Four: Intro

A week after Peru, we find our characters together again. Time to play this game one last time.

tws: choking, threats, mentions of torture

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Intro

Cold light drifts in through the window of Trickshot’s nest.

He sits with one hand wrapped around Dok’s gun and the other wrapped around Dok’s hand. Clear blue eyes stare out at the cold grey pavement and the sheen of the bulky cars arranged like guardians around the motel with an intensity that has been his as long as you have known him.

And only growing, these days - the steel in his face.

At his side you can make out the familiar shape of his twin, pressed close to his body. Dok is holding him like he’s a rock-climber and Trick is the last thing keeping him pressed to the side of this steep and shifting mountain. You can hear him breathing. Exhausted. Trick plays quietly with his gun.

Maybe, once Anti comes back, he will sleep, but for now he watches, he watches, he watches. Nothing, he promises himself, will take Dok from his side again.

No matter what is coming.

cest-mellow asked: hey trick. you doing okay tonight?

Trick jumps at the beeping and whirls with Dok’s gun gripped, but it’s only Anti’s bag making noises and he rolls his eyes, calming again. You’re watching them through a camera high up on the wall of the hotel, but none of them look up at you.

“Mhh?” comes a confused noise from the other side of the room.

“It’s just the cameras, Blue,” Dok murmurs. “Go back to sleep.”

Blankets shuffle and go quiet again.

“Are you going to get the camera?” asks Dok, who’s mostly squished under his twin’s weight.

Trick purses his mouth and shrugs, turning back to the window. Dok doesn’t protest. He extricates himself from his brother’s limbs and pads over to take you gently from Anti’s bag.

“Hi,” he says, carrying the camera back to the window. “We’re okay, right, Trick?”

“Better when the others come back and we can get out of this shithole,” grumbles Trick.

But for someone who’s putting on a grumpy front, the way he reaches out to push a curl of Dok’s hair from his face sure is fond.

pine-storm-season asked: Hello! Are you guys relatively okay? How are you doing?

Henrik shifts uneasily, gripping his stomach for a second, but his smile comes back quick. “Trick and I are good, yes?”

“We’re fine,” says Trick. “Jet-lagged, tired. Bored. But things are looking up. Anti is finding us a real place to stay. Which is, like, weird, but I think maybe great news?”

“Usually he just finds the first empty house or warehouse or something and we stay there,” explains Dok.

“But this time he says we’re going to stay somewhere nice cause he’s got to help the others to - I mean, to help Dap to readjust. But he’s already doing better than he was a few days ago.”

“I wish Anti wouldn’t take him out for dirty work, though,” grumbles Henrik, turning back to the window. “Not good for him.”

“Oh, come on. There’s nowhere he could be safer than with Anti.”

“Emotionally, though.”

“Emotionally? Anti loves that little shit.”

There’s a slight tension between them. They stare at each other for a second, and then turn away awkwardly, looking back out the window.

“Blue’s not doing so hot, though,” adds Dok after a second, and Trick turns uncertainly back towards the bed behind them, his eyes dark.

Anonymous asked: Blue? Are you okay?

“Blue. Blue!” calls Henrik gently, turning back towards his brother. With both of the twins angled towards you, you can see them better. They’re wearing the same outfit, green jackets over white t-shirts and dark jeans on their legs, but Anti has yet to cut their hair identically again. While Trick’s is vivid green and long and curly in the front, Dok’s is trimmed short, short, short, leaving just a little on the top to stick up. Just the way he likes it. “The cameras have missed you.”

The blankets shift. You hear Blue breathing sleepily.

“You’ve been sleeping all day,” Dok prompts him gently. “Let’s get up and walk around a little.”

Blue groans and tumbles over in bed. Dok smiles and gets up, padding towards him, taking you with and leaving Trick watching uncertainly from the window.

bupine asked: what's wrong with blue?

“What’s wrong with you?” teases Dok, putting you on the bedside table and leaning in over Blue’s blanket-wrapped body, shaking his brother’s shoulder. “Lazy? Sleepy? Just love bed?”

“Siiiiick,” groans out Blue, pushing irritably at his brother’s prodding hands.

“Yeah, he’s been very tired,” says Dok, petting his short white hair. “He - he struggles in the world.”

“They were with me in Singapore,” mumbles Blue. “They know. Just more of the same.”

“I don’t know,” answers Dok, his amusement fading. “I worry you’re only getting more tired.”

The blankets don’t shift. Blue is trying to go back to sleep.

“You are resting too much, love,” Henrik prompts him softly. “Come on, up we get.”

“Too tired.”

“You can do it. Come on. Doktor is in. Give me a hand.”

Reluctantly, Blue allows himself to be pulled up to sit on the bed, his grey face listing wearily.

pine-storm-season asked: Hey, Blue, how are you doing? There was some chaos happening when we last saw you guys.

“Lots of chaos,” murmurs Blue, and he manages to wince and smile at the same time, clutching Dok’s shoulder as he helps him to his feet, pressing his cane into his hands. “What a miserable day.”

“Dap’s okay and we’re okay and it’s going to be alright,” Henrik answers softly, squeezing his palm.

“Mmhhh,” sighs Blue, resting on his shoulder as he rises.

“Walk around with me.”

“There’s nowhere to walk in here.”

“Just around the beds. And then tomorrow we’ll be somewhere new, with a little more space.”

“Or chained up in a basement somewhere.”

“We’ll deal with that if it happens. For now, we hold to hope.”

Henrik gives him his arm and they walk back and forth between the bathroom and the door of the motel room, heads pressed close together. Trick is staring at them with a sort of silence on his face, his eyebrows bunched together and his mouth uncertain. He glances at you and seems to remember you’re there, scowling and turning away from his brothers, curling up in his nest, waiting for Anti to come home.

pine-storm-season asked: Are you okay, Trick?

“Great,” says Trick flatly. “Can we just - why did Anti turn them on again? Now?”

“Stop being a little loser,” chides Blue, stepping over to ruffle his hair.

“Hey!”

“Look at this mess,” giggles Blue, leaning his weight on his back.

“Blue! Get off! Dork, haha!”

He’s smiling when he pushes Blue away, touching his brother’s cheek fondly. “Dumb-ass pretty boy.”

“Aww! You think I’m pretty?”

Despite the teasing, Blue looks genuinely buoyed.

“Yeah, Blue, course you’re pretty. We have the same face, after all. Except Dok, he’s pug-ugly.”

Dok jabs Trick in the side hard enough to make him yelp and Blue is left steadying himself on his cane as Trick lunges for his twin, trying to get him by the ear while Dok yells his protest and tries to dig his fingers back into Trick’s side.

“Hey,” warns Blue suddenly, tearing his eyes away from his brothers’ play-fighting. “Someone’s coming.”

cest-mellow asked: still got those necklaces, henrik?

Henrik turns to you as Trick pulls away from him, his blue eyes flashing. “You bet your ass,” he tells you with gritted, smiling teeth, bared the way a dog bares his fangs. “He keeps burning his fingers trying to take them off me. They’re not going anywhere.”

He wraps his fingers around the three little bumps underneath his shirt.

spicydanhowell asked: blue, dok, i'm so sorry about what happened to you. this isn't forever.

“It is Anti, finally!” cheers Trick, leaping up onto the windowsill and watching for him to reach the door, waving at the trio of brothers coming up the way. “Look, Red’s doing his dreamy thing again.”

Blue and Dok exchange looks, Dok moving to support him again. Blue hides against his hair for a second, breathing in the smell of him again.

“This isn’t forever,” Dok repeats quietly.

“One month, right?” Blue grips his hand.

“One month. I’m with you.”

“I’m with you. I’m here.”

Anonymous asked: How’s noodle doing trick?

“Oh, my gosh! The only question that matters! I’ll get him real quick before Anti comes back!”

Instantly perked up, he races to the middle of the room, where an extra door connects the motel room to the one beside it. He pulls it open - “oh, Dok, give me the camera!” - and carries you inside, where a slinky golden cat races up to greet him, purring and butting his head against his ankles.

Anonymous asked: Cat? Cat? You have cat, noodle cat?

“Who’s my good kitty? Who’s my good baby? Noodle cat, mwah, mwah.”

He scoops his cat up and smothers his head in kisses, devolving into cooing baby talk and rocking his cat against his body while Noodle meows. As reluctant as he is to see you, he loves showing off his cat.

“Okay, baby, stay in here, papa will be back. Yes, you have to, muffin, you know Anti doesn’t want to see you. Who’s my baby? Yes, there’s my Noodle.”

Anonymous asked: How is everyone Trick? Are you doing okay?

“I’m okay! Everyone looks okay, I think.”

Leaving Pot Noodle behind, Trick closes the door gently and returns to Blue’s room, where his siblings have relegated themselves to the bed, watching the door cautiously. Trick steps forward to open it before the others have even reached it, grinning out at the world.

“Hi, Anti,” he says cheerfully.

Anti moves into his space and kisses the side of his head, his eyes boring into Blue and Dok’s as he presses his mouth to Trick’s fervently green hair. Blue turns his eyes away and Dok shrinks in on himself, clutching Blue’s hand.

“Hi-ya,” answers Anti pertly, his eyes flickering from black to blue. His hair grows out fluffy and green to match Trick’s and he draws back to smile at him. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, Anti. Everything okay with you guys?”

“No hitches at all. Not a scratch on anybody. When was the last time you had a kill that easy, Dap?”

Deep blue eyes stare back at Anti from the doorway. Dapper’s hand rests on the wall outside the motel like he can’t quite make himself step in.

But he does.

“Can’t remember,” he signs back in slow movements, removing the jacket from his shoulders. You see Blue stiffen as though injured. Dapper’s dress shirt is soaked in blood. He pulls it off, his expression mildly unhappy, and takes another shirt out of Henrik’s backpack.

“You’ll need a shower first, Dap,” Blue tells him. “It’s on your skin.”

“So it is.” He stares down at his hands.

“Go clean yourself up,” Anti orders. “Go, go. There’s a good boy. You check in with Dok before you fall asleep tonight. Where’s his medicine, Dok?”

“Here, Anti,” replies Dok, patting the bedside table.

“Good, good. So yes! Everyone is okay. Everything is okay. And now that we’ve got that done, we can move in to a new place tomorrow.”

Trick straightens up. “Really? Like a real house?”

“Oh, you’re going to like it, Rikki-Tricki-Tavi,” answers Anti smugly, glitching the blood off his hands. “You’re all just going to love it.”

Anonymous asked: Why does anti not want to see noodle trick? D:

“Anti doesn’t like animals,” Blue reminds you in a whisper, curled up at Dok’s side.

cest-mellow asked: what do you mean by “dreamy thing” trickster?

Red’s behind the others, moving slow and steady, kicking peacefully at a rock. Trick laughs to himself and points you at him, sitting down on the bed with Blue and Dok while Anti moves over towards his computer on the second bed. Everyone watches Red come into the room, his eyes unfocused and faraway, a faint smile on his face.

“Red?” calls Blue.

Red doesn’t answer, shutting the door gently behind him and moving forward - promptly smacking his hip into the minifridge. “Ow!” he yelps, stumbling back and looking up in alarm, confused to see everyone staring back at him.

Trick bursts into laughter, mimicking the way Red’s head was bobbing, as though he were listening to music.

“You spaced out again,” Blue tells him.

“Fuck,” hisses Red, rubbing his hip. “Shut up, Trick!”

“Fucking idiot,” laughs Anti. “Pay attention. Still dreaming of your boyfriend?”

Red flushes, humiliated, and moves towards the door to the other room.

“Camera,” Anti reminds him pointedly, and Red rushes back to grab one from his bag before darting back into the room and shutting the door beside him, leaving Blue staring worriedly after him.

bupine asked: red, are you ok? if you're worried about max, he's ok as far as we know.

“Oh, great,” says Red, still the color of his name, not quite meeting the gaze of you. He’s irritated and fast-moving, shaking his hands out again and again. “Well, that makes everything just peachy, then.”

He forces himself to sit down, staring out the window.

“Sorry. Things have just been weird lately.”

cest-mellow asked: jaki3 are you alright? has anti hurt you, do you have to stay in a separate room?

“No, no, I’m okay,” sighs Red, running his hands through his hair. “I mean, I just watched my baby brother tear this helpless fat guy to shreds, but hey, that’s just my life. Nah, Anti hasn’t hurt me, he just keeps making fun of me. And I can handle that. I think he’s pissed I was with Max at all when he found us. That I let Dap near Max.”

He puts his chin in his hands, his eyes drifting a little again. “Doesn’t like for me to talk about it, so I don’t…”

A smile floats across his mouth. He stares dreamily out the window, his legs swinging over the side of the bed when he sits down.

“Oh! Why am I in a separate room? Anti just got two, that’s all. And we gotta keep the doors closed cause of this little guy.” He pats Noodle’s head and the cat purrs, crawling into his lap. “Blue will come in and sleep with me tonight, though, so I’m not alone.”

pine-storm-season asked: Yeah, they probably have been. Is this a common occurrence, Red?

“I’ve been spacing out a lot, yeah,” grumbles Red, cheeks dark. “Stupid. I keep getting in trouble cause of it. Anti doesn’t think I’m listening to him. So now Trick’s been telling me what to do.”

He rolls his eyes. “Blue and me got in too much trouble lately. Not really top dogs anymore, I guess. But it’s almost a relief. I don’t think I want to have to push anybody around anymore. Anti says I’m going soft on him.”

pine-storm-season asked: Are you and your brothers more equal now, then?

“No, uh, well.” Red laughs. “When I say we’re not on top anymore? Trick’s in charge now. And he’s wrapped around Anti’s fucking pinkie these days. He’ll snap at Dok himself if he thinks he’s getting short with Anti.”

Red’s eyes fall for a moment. He picks at the raggedy sheets on his bed.

“I’m worried about him. Not acting like himself.”

pixie-in-trebleland asked: Hey Red! What's got you distracted?

He shrugs and gives a small smile, though it’s equal parts sad and happy.

“Don’t know,” he says. “I space out sometimes when I’m overwhelmed and stuff. But this isn’t that. I used to be able to focus pretty clearly on right now. But now it’s like… I don’t know. I just keep thinking about different things. I guess I’m thinking more about the future. And not just about making sure everybody’s going to have enough to eat. I can just… imagine things, now, I guess. That I didn’t before. I imagine a different future than I did before.”

He scratches Noodle’s tummy, letting out a low sigh. “But it’s just dreaming.”

The door to his room swings open and he turns to smile at Blue, but it isn’t Blue there.

Trick holds his backpack to his stomach nervously, staring at Red.

“What?”

“Um. Anti told me to stay in here tonight.”

Red straightens up, blinking. “What? In here?”

“Yeah.”

“What, like, share the bed with me? Where’s Blue? And Dok?”

“I don’t know, staying in that bed, I guess,” says Trick, looking stressed.

“Anti wants you and me to stay together?”

“That’s what I said!”

They stare at each other, seeing each other’s discomfort mirrored.

“Anti’s not… taking us away from Blue and Dok, right?”

Trick shrugs, chewing on his lip. “I just got him back,” he mumbles.

cest-mellow asked: anti, why are you separating the boys from their twins..?

“Trick, tell the cameras I don’t answer to them.”

“Cameras, Anti doesn’t answer to you.”

Anti laughs. “You little kiss-ass. I was kidding.”

“Okay, but actually I would… not mind knowing the answer either,” offers Red weakly. “If that’s okay, master.”

“I’m still figuring it out. You’re still twins with your twins. Don’t ask questions, just do what I say.”

Trick stares at Dok, their eyes meeting. Dok tries to reassure him, but his smile is small and afraid, his hands stretched out towards him. Trick tries to smile back.

“It’s late,” says Anti. “We’ll move early tomorrow. Get some sleep.”

Trick swallows and signs good night at Dok before slipping into the second room. Red stares back at him, looking tense.

“Well, this is going to be fun,” says Trick.

In the other room, Anti’s smile has not changed. He stalks towards Blue and Dok. Before they have a chance to say anything, he has a hand on both their throats, pushing them down onto the bed. Blue closes his eyes, trying to breathe slow and calm. Doktor stares back at Anti, his eyes furious and scared.

“You two,” breathes Anti, his eyes drizzling to black, teeth sharpening in his mouth. “Are still trying to be my little trouble-makers, aren’t you? You think I’m going to give you free reign with your twins knowing what you know? Knowing how you feel?”

“Hurt me now and I’ll shout so Red hears me,” threatens Blue, panting.

Anti shoves against his throat, making him choke. “Right. Good luck with that. No, Blue. I still need your body at nights to get me through the sickness I get otherwise. And you, Dok…”

He moves his hand to Dok’s stomach and squeezes. Tears well up in Dok’s eyes, but he does not make a noise.

“Good,” growls Anti. “You know what will happen if you tell him?”

Dok nods swiftly, closing his eyes.

“Then keep your fucking mouth shut. Sooner you break back into shape, the sooner I’ll let you sleep next to Trick again. For now, you stay with me at nights, and you’ll look after Dapper and Blue. Understand?”

Dok nods again, tears washing down his cheeks.

Anti shoves him off the bed. Dok crashes to the ground and scurries into the corner, hiding his face in his thighs.

Blue chokes again, beginning to get desperate for air. Anti crawls over his body and leans down on him, gripping his head to turn his eyes towards him, and there is nothing Dok can do to stop him from possessing his brother once again.

“We’re playing this game just one more time.” Anti licks Blue’s lips, throwing his head and adjusting his clothes, sitting up in the fragile body no matter the strain he causes it. “Just one more time, like Red said. And I intend to fucking win.”

Dapper steps out of the bathroom, toweling off his hair. Doktor will not look at him. Anti looks back at him with Blue’s eyes.

Something hot and painful twists inside his gut, but when Anti reaches out for him, he goes quietly, and he lays down at his brother’s side like he always does.

Playing this game just one more time.

Henrik wraps his fingers around the ravens on his chest and he grits his fierce teeth in his mouth.

Well, then. Let’s play.

.

Dapper waits until Anti is asleep.

He does not like to be touched by him, these days. He does not want to be held. He does not want to share a bed. Especially when it is Blue beside him, trapped beneath Anti’s power. He does not want to see his sibling in pain.

Anyway, he can see Dok trembling in the bed beside his own.

He slips out from beneath Anti’s arms wrapped around his throat, pausing to make sure his breathing stays heavy and thick. When Anti does not wake, Dapper slinks to his feet and touches Dok’s shoulder.

Dok jumps so hard he nearly slams their heads together. Dapper holds him gently down and rubs his shoulder, waiting for him to calm.

“What?” whispers Dok, astonished. “Dap, are you - ”

He holds a finger to his mouth and takes Dok’s hands, pulling him out of bed and leading him to the bathroom.

“Are you okay, Dap?”

“Sit on the counter.”

“What?”

“Sit,” he repeats, pushing him. “Sit, sit.”

Dok has been crying. His face is still red. He turns his head away and hoists himself onto the counter, staring at Dapper like he might be the one possessed.

“What, I never given you an order before?”

“I don’t believe you have,” replies Dok. “Or woken me up for anything.”

“Usually you have Trick to look after you,” answers Dapper, and he reaches for Dok’s shirt.

Dok’s hands grab his own, his eyes wide.

Dapper looks back at him, not letting go.

“Don’t look,” breathes Dok, his voice shaking. “Don’t, there’s… I’m self-conscious, I…”

Dapper laughs again, his random, wild laugh without any noise but a humorless huffing.

“Did Anti tell you?” asks Dok, feeling his cheeks heat.

Dapper snorts and shakes his head. He helps Doktor pull the shirt over his head.

“Anti doesn’t have to tell me anything,” he replies shortly, taking the med kit from beneath the sink. “I know everything he does. You shouldn’t have tried to stitch this up yourself.”

Dok closes his eyes as Dapper’s hands run over the deep cut in his stomach, coated in struggling stitches.

“They’ll hold.”

“Since when do you know anything about stitches?” whispers Dok.

“Since I’ve bandaged myself and Red up a hundred times before, that’s since when.” He gets antiseptic from the bag and begins cleaning the wound. “I don’t like to be under-estimated, my darling.”

“I thought that was how you survived,” Dok pants back, staring at him.

Dapper doesn’t answer.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you these days,” says Dok, coughing at the pain as Dapper cleans the wound Anti gave him. “I’m scared you’re still suicidal and you won’t tell anyone. Your expressions are always wrong and I don’t know if it’s the schizophrenia or something else going on with you. I want to say you’re not acting right, but the truth is, I don’t remember how you used to act. Or who you used to be… I think a different person than this.”

Dapper looks up at him for a second, and then away.

“Are you angry, Dapper?”

He gets a bandage out of the bag and begins pressing it onto the wound, tearing away the sticky sides of the big white band-aid.

“Are you still suicidal?”

“No one here knows me,” Dapper tells him suddenly, his hands nearly in his face. “Let’s not pretend that you do.”

Henrik stares back at him, his face still hot from crying.

Dapper softens again, brushing water from his cheeks.

“I love you,” he says. “I know how to take care of myself. You should do the same. Tell Anti what he wants to hear, take the necklaces off, and go back to your twin. Be grateful you have the chance to earn one.”

“Don’t say that to me,” whispers Henrik. “I know that’s not what you want. I know. We all saw how badly you wanted things to change on the side of that cliff, Dapper. Don’t lie to me.”

Dapper watches the floor.

“I love you,” Dok adds, touching his cheek. “Even if I don’t know who you are… whoever that person is, I love him.”

Dapper closes his eyes for a second. He looks up again a moment later, his eyes tired, and he leans in to kiss Dok’s cheek, holding the back of his head.

“I love you too. But Anti is going to keep doing things like this to you. And I know you won’t tell Trick.”

“I can’t watch him get hurt because of me.”

“I know.”

“You looked after me just now. I want to look after you too. And Anti says I can. Promise me you’ll be honest with me, Dapper. I can’t watch you go back to the place you were in last week.”

Dapper stares at him for a long time.

“And I can’t watch you go back to being Anti’s favorite thing to hurt.”

Henrik’s mouth parts. He isn’t sure what to say.

“None of you know how hellish Anti could make your life, really,” whisper Dapper’s hands. “You, and all of our siblings, and anyone on the cameras - none of you know. I am the only one who remembers. I am the only one who still has the nightmares. I am the only one who still carries that. Doktor. Don’t make Anti angry again. If you think that what you remember is bad… you don’t want to remember the rest.”

Dapper kisses him again, on the heel of his palm, and for a second, the emotion on his face is real and right and true, and he does not laugh.

“Go back to sleep, H-healing,” he signs. “And don’t risk your life and your sanity on the promises of ravens.”

He draws away from him, his blue eyes dark. Henrik sits on the counter for a long time, in silence, his hand over the bandaged wound in his side.