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[01:34] | nct na jaemin

Your ceiling fell.

pairing » nct na jaemin x gn!reader (lmk if i missed anything!)

trope/au » established relationship au!, non-idol au!

genre » boyfriend na jaemin who picks you up even though he's tired, summer is annoying to the reader (sorry, i'm really hating summer rn), fluffy fluff with a tinge of angst, clothes stealer reader!, but you never end up using it because you got too tired and fell asleep, i love na jaemin (can you tell?), reader is the little spoon, jaemin is so caring and cute (i'm in love with him), jaemin brushing his hand through your hair

word count, estimated reading time » 2496, ~9 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » jaemin is taller, outside clothes on the bed (i don't do this but it's cute here 😭 forgive me), oh...it's not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

recently went back to my wips and found bits and pieces that could work together and meshed them together as best as i can 🤣 just whipped up this little thing whilst i was at it hehe

also, not going to be specific but will you believe if i said that this is based on a (my) true story? 🤠 it's been...messy 🤠 to say the least.

thank you for proofreading (when you're supposed to be focusing on school) @cupidjyu !! 💕

Your ceiling fell.

Well...

To be exact, there isn't a hole that lets the spiders and birds able to look down and see the base of your kitchen sink but when the inside surface of the roof fell, so did the insulator that kept the house warm during the frosty winter, and cool in the scorching summer. Because of the unstable roof condition, your whole family was wary of putting the air conditioning system on. The vibration from the machine and the sound waves themselves may be the little push it needs to send other parts of the roof crumbling.

You hate the hot weather so much.

In this period of the summer, when opening the windows was barely an option as it also let the heat through, it has been hard even to do anything remotely productive. With every move of your body, it generates heat and energy, which when mixed with the thirty-five-degree heat, all you want to do is lay on your bed and let the sweat evaporate off your skin with the help of your tower fan. That's how the mornings would go. Sometimes when you're not too tired from the previous day's work, you would go and take shelter in the library, turning confused heads when you would be wearing a jacket as overtime, it became too cold.

The worst thing is that there has been no word from the insurance company or the people who could help to fix the hole in your ceiling. Unfortunately, it did fall during the peak holiday season but at this point, when it’s no longer the festive season, no one in your family understands what’s going on with the back-and-forth messy conversations to fix the issue.

The past three months have been full of frustrating calls to your boyfriend but Jaemin has been picking up your phone call at the second time his ringtone rings, greeting you with that emphasising smile of his as he sees the layer of moisture on your face. At first, you tried to give him the best smile you could, but you eventually broke down after the first month, completely done with changing your clothes every day in every hour. Jaemin, though busy with his own responsibilities, never fails to take you out whenever he can, accompanying you in your aimless night time walks or accompanying you to the library where he would start reading a random book while you snooze on his shoulder.

Today is one of the nights where you can’t handle sleeping in the house, too hot and uncomfortable for your eyes to even think about closing. You guiltily text Jaemin, asking if he’s able to have you over and within a few minutes, the black-haired arrives at your house, air conditioner blasting in his car and a genuine smile greeting you as soon as you step in. He waits outside his car with his oversized shirt and short pants; his usual summer attire. He kisses your frown away as soon as you rush into his arms, dropping your bag of clothes to the floor. His affectionate gaze for you grows, cupping your cheeks in his hands to hush you from the apologies that you would say for going out so late at night even though you insisted that the five-minute walk was fine to do.

“No,” Jaemin juts his lower lip to you adorably. “Not letting you do that!” He presses another quick peck on your lips that makes your cheeks heat up and makes you a stuttering mess. “I’m hungry! Let’s go grab some food first!”

You let out a knowing chuckle, shaking your head at him fondly as you know that just means another movie night that will go on until five am. To Jaemin, this is the best kind of date: the one that is unplanned but is planned at the same time. With the way that you’re literally having the worst summer ever as well, all he wants to do is to make sure that at least when you look back on this summer, you will remember his air conditioner blasting in his room. Bonus, the later you sleep, the more time you’ll have in a cooled, comfortable and private environment.

But you know deep down, that you will always remember his warm, kind heart first out of all.

With hands full of takeout from the nearest fast food to his house, Jaemin talks you through his list of movies that he wants to check out before you both fall asleep. He was so excited that he nearly missed the step up to his room, almost waking up the whole house with how his body would tumble down the staircase otherwise. But oh how much he would if it meant that you wouldn’t be crying on the humid, summer night.

"It's perfect, Jaem."

You comment when Jaemin asks you about the temperature of his room and he gives you a relieved look, smiling in satisfaction to know your thoughts. Jaemin starts to unload the snacks in his arm on his study table, prompting you to do the same. He turns his sleeping laptop on, waiting for his device to start up.

In the meantime, his attention falls on you once more. "You must've been overwhelmed." His arm spreads open, silently asking if you would accept his gesture.

All you gave was a quiet hum and it momentarily worries him before you step to bury your head into his broad chest. You sigh into his perfect body temperature that balances the coolness trapped in the four walls. The corners of Jaemin’s lips rise as he starts shifting his body side to side, giving the hug a little more dynamic and comfort as he starts to sing your favourite tune to your ears. His fingers rake across your hair, not minding the whines and complaints you gave about how your hair is disgusting and oily, even pressing a kiss to your scalp to ease your worries.

Your arms start to find home around his waist and your palm grips the fabric of the shirt even more, feeling eternally thankful for having a loving person in your life. A mutter, “Thank you for all this.” Your voice trails off, eyelids heavy and honestly, quiet snores could leave your lips at any moment now.

“Always, bubs,” he muses back. “Maybe we can skip the movie night today?”

The suggestion pulls your lips into a sour smile but you can’t hide the drowsiness in your system after getting small hours of sleep for the past week. “We have food.” But truly, it’s nothing that food can’t fix.

A raised eyebrow meets you when you slightly pull back to see the reaction on Jaemin’s face. “Food and horror movies.”

The shared favourite genre makes you break out into a genuine smile, excited for the movie marathon cuddled up in his bedsheets and the smell of food as you both expose yourself to the light from the computer until the sun replaces the moon. Jaemin watches you excitedly walk back to the door of his room where your bag slumps over on the wall next to the frame.

“You don’t want to wear mine?” The suggestion is said with a smirk from him and your hands stopping to unzip your bag halfway. “Guess not!”

“No! I do!” You drag the last syllable out and when you turn to face him once more, Jaemin only lets out a teasing smile. “Let me steal!”

Indeed, Jaemin already has everything prepared for you, tilting his chin to his bed where some of his and your favourite hoodies are spread across the duvet. You spot the emerald green one, immediately jumping from your kneeling position on the floor and making the neat pile topple over at your eagerness.

Jaemin feigns fake offence and an exaggerated gasp, “All my hard work!” He weeps to which you just roll your eyes as a response, continuing to take out your shower and night necessities to prepare for the night.

“Alright.” A heavy sigh follows after, “I’m going to sho—”

But before you could take another step towards the bathroom, a pair of arms pulls you backwards, your back colliding with a chest that you know all too well. You can’t see the expression on his face but another thing that you know about Jaemin is when he leans down to press his cheek on yours, humming once more into your embrace, his cheeks are painted with hues of red and pink—his love for you overflowing from the simple back hug gesture.

“What you doing, Nana?” It deepens his blush, melting with how the nickname naturally sounds lovelier coming from you.

“Just go brush your teeth and shower in the morning.” He mumbles against your cheek. “I want to go on this movie marathon with you right now.”

“But you hate it the most when someone lays on your bed without washing up.”

That’s also true. He does hate that a lot.

The idea of outside germs reaching the place where he would be closing his eyes and be in another space for hours never fails to bring a scowl to his face and he always makes sure everyone who visits his space is aware of that fact.

But it’s you—and Jaemin loves you more to overlook that fact for a day.

“I’m planning on changing the sheets anyway.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, “Plus, I literally get grease and pieces of chocolate on there anyways so I think I may need to change my mindset about that rule now…”

The mention of the substances makes you gasp, a similar one to the one he directed at you before. “Na Jaemin!” The playful slap on his arm only makes his hold against your body tighter, sending you both into a fit of laughter.

Amid the chaos you created, Jaemin makes his point clear with the previous topic, throwing himself still clad in his dirty clothes onto his bed and taking you down with him. You yelp at the sudden fall, throwing everything out of your hands to muffle the sound of your mouth, aware of the sleeping couple not too far away from this room.

“Oops! Gotta change it tomorrow, I guess!”

“Na Jaemin, stop! I’m still going to shower anyway!”

So begins the shoving and wiggling for you to escape his strong grip on his bulky arms. You know shortly after running out of breath that it’s a better choice to rest your head on his pectoral, giving up on both the shower and possibly the movie night. The laughter dies down, but never the love that Jaemin shows for you. On the back of your head, you can feel his thumping heartbeat, the rhythm making your eyelids fall naturally.

Jaemin carefully slides you over to the mattress on his side, turning his body to face the girl he loves the most in this world. His eyelashes flutter quietly, quieter than the humming of the white rectangular machine stuck high onto his wall. He doesn’t bother waking you up, content with the tiny snores you let out through the small gap between your lips.

“And to think you were scolding me minutes ago.” Bopping your ice-cold nose with the pad of his pointer finger. “Okay, at this point you’re going to freeze.”

Though exhausted and body screaming to just fall asleep then and there, Jaemin pulls himself back to the edge of the bed, standing and stretching his four limbs. He quickly retreated to the connecting bathroom, picking up your discarded items that he made you toss to avoid his parents from waking up and scolding the young couple in love—though he knows they will just scold him given how much his parents adore everything about you.

Scared that you would soon wake up in the very uncomfortable posture that you have right now, more than half your feet dangling off the bed, Jaemin swiftly completes his night routine, skipping the one that would make his dentist question his habits but he pushed the thought aside for now. As quiet as he could, he makes his way over to your still peaceful figure. His knees sink into the bed, eyes observing you while he holds his breath to avoid any more unnecessary movements than the ones he’s making right now.

An arm lifts your upper body, and Jaemin quickly jumps behind you. You did stir a bit in your sleep when Jaemin undoes the noisy metal zipper of your jacket but nonetheless, he succeeded without bringing you back into full consciousness. In his head, he imagines himself doing a little celebratory dance under the shining disco ball, all the fluorescent light on him on the dance floor. Then, the same arm is placed on your upper back once more but now paired with his other arm tucked under the back of your knees. You quickly adjusted to the position, Jaemin raising your body high enough for you to relish in the remnants of his cologne on the crook of his neck.

“I love you, Nana.” You confess to him earnestly. “I love you so much…”

Jaemin stands on one side of the bed, scanning the curves of your face intently as if he has never noticed the small mole on the slope of your nose. He couldn’t fight off the want to steal another kiss from you, bending his neck down to slot his soft ones to hug your plump ones. A satisfied hum is brought out after, Jaemin mirroring your content heart with another lingering press on your forehead.

Soon enough, your body is finally between his bouncy mattress and his weighted polyester. Immediately, your hands roam over to the other side of the bed where Jaemin would usually be, groaning when all you felt was the crinkles of the cotton that is not his shirt.

“Okay, okay. I’m here.” He assures the dissatisfaction painted on your face first by flicking the light switch off and then by wrapping your smaller frame into his own.

The muscles of your whole body relax for the first time in a while at the thought of going to dreamland—maybe it’s the Jaemin effect. A hand makes its way to the curve of your head, fingertips half-buried into your strands. A slight gush of wind can be felt on your nose but you don’t mind the proximity, even continuing to scoot even closer, pleased with the hand on your lower back that pushes you in closer.

“Sleep tight.” His eyes landed on the brown bag across the room and his muted laptop that plays your favourite comfort movie. He lets the movie play, strategically moving his forearm to block the blue light emitted. When he confirms that his shadow falls upon your lids, he places the lightest kiss as a final ‘goodnight’. “I love you.”

So maybe, you don’t hate the hot weather as much as you thought.

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diorsluv · 7 months

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feather , part 34

“ where i’m at ”

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lightseoul · 1 year

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this with hawks or katsuki 😭🗣https://youtube.com/shorts/nAARZhCZydk?feature=share

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a/n. OKAY first of all, i apologize for taking so long to respond to this ask! second of all, i modified the prompt from it being a childhood friends to lovers trope to an au where reader is bakugou's long-term sidekick of two years, just so that we won't diverge too much from canon! (part 2)

word count. 1.4k

"hey, dumbass."

you look up from the mission report you've been sticking your nose in for the past half hour. "i thought i told you to stop calling me that."

at that, he smirks. "you'd rather i call you 'extra'?"

"i'd prefer it if you called me by my hero name, Mr. Dynamight."

his eyebrow twitches at the sound of his moniker. "i thought i told you to stop calling me 'mister'."

you shrug. if he's playing the game, you will too.

"well," you cock your head to the side, "tough luck, huh?"

you drop your gaze back to the document before you can catch the infamous scowl that is indubitably directed at you. not that you're actually comprehending anything, though.

lately, being around the pro-hero has made it almost impossible to focus on your work.

which is stupid, because he's your boss and your his sidekick. focused, flawless teamwork is supposed to be the point.

what's more, the physical sensations are getting dangerously near the what-you-would-exprience-if-you-were-smitten area: sweaty palms, racing heartbeat, and your eyes darting towards wherever he is in a room.

or...you could just be scared of him, right? if there's anyone who can trigger your fight-or-flight mode, it's bakugou katsuki.

"you're lucky your my sidekick," he sneers.

you dare not look at him. you can almost feel him sporting that boyish smirk, and you know your heart can't take that.

what the fuck.

"hey, extra."

you look over your shoulder only to see bakugou decked in his hero gear, covered in dirt and grime from the day's work—eyebrows furrowed. you ignore him, directing your attention back to the front, where you're walking towards.

but he pipes up with: "i'm talking to you!"

you scoff. spinning on your feet to face him, you shoot him a glare. "would it really kill you to just call me by my hero name? heck, i'd even let you call me by my first name!"

at that, bakugou's eyebrows shoot up so minutely. "you serious?"

"does it look like i'm joking?" you ask, exasperated.

a few seconds pass before he responds.

"well, then," he shifts on his feet like he usually does. "i guess i'll call you Y/N."

your stomach flips at the sound of your name tumbling from his lips. you mentally chastise yourself before saying: "okay."

"great."

you're staring at your ceiling; the clock reads 2:34 AM.

with a huff, you turn to your side, feeling awake now more than ever.

the past week has been grueling—on top of the back-to-back missions that you had to work on with bakugou as his sole sidekick (he refuses to add another one, says the candidates are all just extras), you had to deal with these confusing feelings, which, no matter how much you try to extinguish them, will not go away.

it's affecting your performance now, too. one particular stealth mission forced proximity between the two of you, and you almost blew it with how you freaked out at having bakugou only a few inches away.

luckily, bakugou didn't say anything about it.

but a part of you—the part that's struggling so much because of him—wishes he did.

you're in his office when you decide to drop the bomb.

"the fuck is this?" he gestures to the document in front of him.

you steel yourself. it's now or never.

"it's my resignation letter," you say as calmly as you can.

a whirlwind of emotions dances across his features, before it turns into an all-too-familiar scowl. "what?"

"i'm resigning," you repeat.

"i heard you," he spits, "i just couldn't believe such ludicrousness can come from your mouth."

at that, you can't help but scoff. "even until my last day here you're still trying to pick a fight with me?"

"who said i'm trying to pick a fight?" he counters.

"i am!" you exclaim.

you contemplate whether or not to tell him he's been doing so ever since your first mission together, ultimately deciding against it. the last thing you need is to add anger to the long list of emotions you feel around your boss.

adoration and longing are already a huge pain in the ass.

"look," you lower your voice in an attempt to be civil. "i signed a contract which says i have the right to terminate my employment anytime, provided that i give you a heads up and a proper resignation letter."

you point to the document in front of you, "well, here it is."

before bakugou can even get a word in, you spin on your heel and march towards his office's exit.

your phone is ringing.

you hit pause on the Netflix show that you're currently binging before lifting your phone to your ear. "hello?"

"hey, Y/N?"

"that's me."

"oh hey!" the man on the other side of the line says again. "this is kirishima."

kirishima as in red riot kirishima? "hi," you parrot back lamely. "what's up?"

"i know this is a tall order," he starts, "but would it be possible for you to pick bakugou up? he's super drunk and asking for you."

your breath hitches. you must be hearing things yet you can't refrain yourself from prodding. "asking for me?"

"yeah. we have denki as our designated driver but bakugou refuses to go with him. he just keeps mumbling your name."

"you can drive, right?" he asks when you don't say anything.

"um, yes." you say, unsure if admitting it is the right decision.

"then please pick your ex-boss up," kirishima pleads, "he's refusing to go with anyone but you."

kaminari and kirishima are the ones that haul bakugou up to the passenger seat when you arrive nine minutes later. sure enough, bakugou, who's dressed to the 9s that it's fucking ridiculous how good he still looks, reeks of alcohol.

once they got him situated and secured in his seat belt, they circle the front of your car and knock on your window, which you promptly open.

kirishima's sheepish when he says, "we owe you one, bro."

"yeah," kaminari adds, "sorry for calling you up this late."

you smile at their genuineness, "it's no problem. i guess i can do him one favor after resigning so abruptly."

"why did you resign?" kaminari asks almost immediately.

"dude," kirishima chastises the man. bakugou remains passed out beside you.

"sorry," kaminari rubs the back of neck. "it's just that you guys were such a good team together."

"yeah," kirishima joins in. "we used to say you were the key to him becoming number one. you guys were that good together."

despite yourself, your face flames at his words. "yeah, well..."

"we understand if you don't want to talk about it, though," kirishima says.

"we're just a bit bummed out that you parted ways," kaminari adds. "he liked you a lot."

that earns him a slap on the arm and a pointed look from kirishima.

your heart is now thrumming at a ridiculously fast pace.

"well, we better go," you change the topic.

"of course! sorry for keeping you," kirishima says before proceeding. "oh, and here's his address."

turns out bakugou is heaver than he looks.

you're standing outside the car thinking about how to haul him up to his unit alone—with the passenger door wide open—when he stirs awake.

almost instantaneously, your heart picks up its pace.

"bakugou?" you try, voice small.

his eyes dart open when he realizes he doesn't know where he is. he looks panicked as he looks around, until he spots you and visibly stills.

"Y/N."

your stomach flips—again—the second he utters your name. "i'm here."

"where am i?" he asks groggily.

you glance toward the building behind you. "we're at your place."

it takes him a moment to register what you just said, brain probably still foggy from the alcohol.

"can you stand?" you ask after a few seconds of silence.

he shakes his head. "i don't want to go yet."

"but you're drunk," you reason. "you have to sleep it off."

bakugou doesn't say anything in response. he merely studies your face—or is trying his best while drunk—and you find yourself hoping he can't feel the warmth emanating from your face.

but when he does say something, it knocks you off your feet and pulls all the air out of you.

"i want to kiss you right now."

tagging. @katsukis1wife @rinalou @loverboyrin @brunnetteiwik

as always, reblogs and comments are appreciated! ˖⁺‧₊

#“real sweet but i wish you were sober”!!!!!!!#sorry was this take on the tiktok okay #lmao it was fun to write tho!!#bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagines #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha scenarios #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou imagine #bakugou fluff #bakugou angst

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miss-ery-3 · 2 months

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i’m about 17 minutes away from hitting 34 hours on my fast and i really don’t know if i should break it an hour before i planned to….

i’ve slept quite poorly and i woke up feeling weak, fatigued and shaky…

but i am scared that if i do eat i wont be able to stop😭😭

#amy’s ⭐️ving adventure #thinspø #⭐️ve #eedee #eedee tumblr #eedeetwt #amy ranting #low cal restriction #th!n$piration #b0dy ch3ck

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sports-on-sundays · 11 months

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It kills me to see all the requested: nope! In your fanfics

How about, reader struggles to sleep due to the stress of her work & travelling so he comforts her and helps her sleep? I’ll take any f1 driver or barca player.

help me sleep / Pedri González

Summary: Pedri x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: censored cussing, sobbing, work problems, stress, anxiety

Requested?: YEs! yEs!!!!! YES, MATE, IT IS REQUESTED!!!!

Author's Note: First request, baby!!! I love you so much bestie! <3 I'm so happy you saw my subtle-not-subtle begs for requests 😭!!! And I hope it's okay I chose Pedri; the other day I was having major I-Miss-Pedri syndrome that we've all been having for the past however many months (I don't even want to think about how long it has been) so I decided as a tribute to my boy, the first request on my blog should be him.

I say 'tribute' as if he's dead or something 😭

I feel like I'm acting way too excited about this request for it to be normal, but that's okay! I'm happy, and I owe it all to you! Now, let's get into this-

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock went the clock on the wall. That stupid old clock that wasn't even set to the right time. You sat on the living room couch, at 2:34 A.M., dealing with work sh*t.

You walked in this evening, feeling ready to literally collapse, and was greeted by your boyfriend as the welcoming committee. It was sweet. He had bought you your favorite treat and flowers and everything and let you snack on it. Had a little snuggle with you. And the moment you stood up, telling him you had to unpack from your long work trip, he pulled you back down on the couch. "No way," he had said. "You're tired. Your bags can wait 'til tomorrow. For now, just relax."

And he really had convinced you. He really had. Soon after that, you had gone to your bedroom and gotten snuggled in together, and within minutes, you were fast asleep.

Only to wake up three hours later. You stared at the ceiling for a solid fifteen minutes, unable to fall back asleep as the stress of work and everything you hadn't gotten done and needed to get done crushed you.

Realizing there was no chance of you falling back to sleep now, you slipped out of bed as slowly as you could, as to not wake up your boyfriend, and quietly walked (or rather, stumbled, because of the extreme lack of sleep) to the living room.

And so now you sit on the couch, barely alive, feeling like a lump on a log but on steroids, dealing with work sh*t.

Suddenly, you get a message from one of your co-workers, though. Bad news... You click on it, and in the moment, with everything you've already gone through within the last seventy-two hours, this is enough.

You swallow, your phone slipping out of your hands. I'm trying so hard. How could my job be on the line? Your head falls into your hands, and you let out a angry groan, letting out quick, little breaths.

God, I can't do this. I can't do this anymore. I need help. Please, I need help. I just can't keep doing this any longer. I can't do this anymore.

Your eyes well up, and that turns into a tear. And that tear turns into another one. And those tears turn into crying. And crying into weeping. Tired, pathetic, pitiful weeping, until you're flat-out sobbing, unable to control it. The world spins as another glowing text comes in on your phone on the rug and your laptop shows more emails and the bags in the corner of the room are still full of your things from the work trip and and and and and...

Suddenly, strong, warm arms around your trembling body. You lean into your boyfriend's body, blubbering between gasps, "Pedri you weren't supposed to wake up... I know you're going through a lot too... I don't want to stress you out... I'm sorry..."

"Shhh," he soothes, rubbing your back. "Do you really think you're on your own? My love, we help and love each other. You can be vulnerable. I know it's hard. Don't you think for a second that I don't want to help you."

"This isn't your problem..."

"Your problem is my problem, because I love you," he mutters close to your ear. He gently closes your laptop and powers off your phone. "You don't need to worry about that right now."

"Pedri-" You grip his shirt, looking at him slightly manically. "Yes I do. I could lose my job."

His jaw tightens, but he says, "What you're doing is impossible. If you lose your job because it's too hard, then maybe you shouldn't be in this job. And it's not because you're a failure. It's because you're expected to do much more than anyone should be able to handle. If you lose your job, I'll be the first to support you until you can get a new one. Okay? But we don't even need to worry about that right now, okay?"

"But-"

Suddenly he takes your wet, tear-stained cheeks in his hands, and looks at you earnestly right in the eyes. "But right now, you need to calm down. Come on; why don't we go to the bedroom, okay?"

"Uh- y- yeah," you get up, feeling terrible at how much a mess you are. Pedri walks to the bedroom with you, his arm around your shoulders the whole time. He fetches a damp rag and gently wipes your face with the cool towel. You shut your eyes, letting out a shaky breath as Pedri pulls the blanket up to your torso. You lean back, sitting upright on the blanket.

"Can I get anything for you?" he asks after he finishes, taking your hand gently.

You shake your head 'no'. "Just sit down. All I need is you."

He nods and slips onto the bed and under the blanket next to you. Straight away, you lean your head on his shoulder and clutch his hand in yours. "Y/n, you know that it'll be okay," he murmurs. Not even a question. A fact. You know that you'll be okay.

"But Pedri, what if..."

"No 'what if's right now, okay?" He pulls you closer to you, rubbing your shoulders. You sit quietly together for a while, before Pedri slowly sinks into a laying down position, pulling you down with him. You snuggle close to him, resting your head on his chest. When you yawn, he says, "You're tired. Anything I can do to help you sleep?"

You breathe gently. "Just... talk to me."

He nods and starts whispering. At first, you listen to the sweet little things he's saying as he gently strokes your hair, but soon you're too tired to comprehend them. Soon your eyes are fluttering shut, and your mind is switching from daytime thoughts to nighttime dreaming.

Within your dream, you feel a soft kiss on your forehead and Pedri's perfect sweet-as-honey voice murmur, "Buenas noches, mi amor."

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kayleeheartkins · 9 days

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Pretty sure I have contracted hand foot and mouth disease.. a baby virus 🫨

My Botox lady was going on about how she was getting over it, was explaining how bad it was 😵‍💫 and then I start making back steps on everything that happened during that appointment and I remember she sneezed while she was injecting me 🥴 this was last Wednesday

Fast forward to Saturday I wake up feeling like I have a hangover and mid sore throat, Saturday night sore throat gets severe and body/aches.

Wake up Sunday morning and the worst migraine ever and general shit feeling. This just keeps getting worse and worse, dry heaving and fevers and shakes and my ears start hurting and I notice an ulcer forming on the back side of my throat. Can’t eat or drink anything. I’ve slept a good 34 hours off on between now and Saturday. I’m exhausted all the time and it feels like I’m swallowing glass 😭 this virus is WICKED! And of course it’s a baby virus…. 🙄 no rash though! No treatment just live through it’s misery for 7-10 business days 🫡

Rant over, I haven’t been sick in so so so long and I get this?! 😪

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ateezscupid · 2 years

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Hi, can i request sub san using aphrodisiacs?

omg omgomg sub sannie an aphrodisiacs, i went ham writing this. i started writing this at 11 at night so if there are mistakes i’m so sorry 😭

1:00𝗮𝗺 ✦ 𝖼.𝗌𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

plot - san is unusually horny at midnight.

genre + warnings - smut & fluff, sub!san, dom!reader, somnophilia, handjob, praising, begging, san is super whiny, he’s a cute lil baby in this oh my gosh

wc - 1.22k

tags - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna

currently 12am. san has been twisting and turning in his sleep for hours, mumbling sweet nothings in your ear occasionally and poking you nonstop. and it’s been like this since…ten o’clock.

you didn’t understand why he was asking like this, nor did you want to ask since you knew you’d fall asleep during his explanation, so you ignored him and continued sleeping. though, san has been acting like this all day. he’s been super touchy and clingy with you.

not only that, but he’s been tired. you counted a good 34 times where san has said he was tired. and of course, you didn’t bother listening to his explanation, so you went to bed.

unusual behaviors like this were normal from him. but this, this was a whole new level of unusual.

now you two were laying in bed. you were pass out asleep on your side, possibly drooling from the really good dream you were having and san was, well, he was awake trying to go back to bed.

“why did i do that,” he whispers to himself. “fuck, yunho said it wasn’t gonna be that strong!”

he was clutching onto his pajama pants for dear life trying to control his urges but he couldn’t. his nerves were going crazy, everything in his body was going off as if there were thousands of alarms in his body. he was so fidgety he couldn’t stay still.

san recently tried out this aphrodisiac drink that yunho gave him. san expected it to not work, just like all of the other ones yunho had given him, but this one was working like the rent was due. he was so hard, he couldn’t concentrate on daily tasks and it became unbearable to even move his legs. he’s been like this since ten in the morning, and you were busy working all day. san didn’t know what to do.

all he knew was his cock was pulsing, almost breaking the zipper in his pants from earlier. he wanted to jerk off so badly, but because of your rules, he couldn’t. his only other option was to ask you, which he didn’t want. you’d most likely say no and would tease him all day.

tonight, you were wearing the necklace. the necklace that told him it was okay for him to touch you if you were sleeping. a mutual agreement you two made. if one was wearing the star necklace, it was okay for the other to touch if they were already in bed. it was awkward at first, but the two of you got used to it after a few weeks.

you noticed san acting strange today, but didn’t want to bring it up. overwhelming him was the last thing you wanted to do. you only found out about the aphrodisiacs when you saw yunho say something about in the groupchat.

so tonight, you were gonna let san do whatever he wanted if it meant he could relieve himself. anything for your sannie.

san scoots behind you and gently moves your leg, squeezing your thigh a bit and pulling down his pajama pants. he was leaking like a broken faucet, red and veiny and pulsing. he needed to touch you, he felt like he was going crazy.

he moves closer to your body and grabs ahold of his cock, hissing from his own hand as he slid himself between your legs. he accidentally moaned, covering his mouth afterward then beginning to push and pull his hips.

god, your thighs were so soft. he loved feeling them. his favorite thing about them was whenever he’d eat you out and it became to much for you, you’d squeeze your pretty thighs around his head and he loved it. being crushed by his goddess was the last thing on his bucket list.

san wraps his arms around your body and rests his forehead on your shoulder blade, pushing and pulling his hips faster with small whines leaving his parted, plump lips. he needed your touch so bad. he was desperate.

“please wake up…” he whispered in your ear. “p-please, it hurts.”

your eye opens when you feel him lick your neck. his tongue rolling against your skin while his cock plunged back and forth between your thighs would’ve made you pounce on him if it were morning.

“sannie, did you drink an entire bottle of aphro-juice?” you say with a croaked voice. he nods his head quickly against your shoulder.

“i-i wanna cum s-so bad, please. p-please let me cum, miss.” he whimpered into your soft skin, lips grazing your shoulder.

“i-i can’t h-help it, fuck—!” he moans incredibly loud when you clamped your thighs down on his length. he scratches at your stomach, cum spurting from his tip and onto the bed sheets. now you had to get up. though, not after you had your fun with him.

“okay, san, okay. i’ll help you.” you sir up, rubbing your eyes a bit since you were still tired. you turn to see the blanket pulled off of him and his back against the bed. his pretty orbs staring into yours, glossy and making him look absolutely adorable.

“you want me to touch you, sannie?” you ask as you run your nails over his stomach. “you want miss to make you feel better?”

“y-yes please.” san pouts. “i haven’t been able to do anything all day, please touch me.”

“i am, it’s okay. sit up and get in front of me.” you say while scooting all the way back, your back against the headboard. he crawls toward you and does what you ask of him, his back against your chest and his eyes looking up at you.

you bring your hand down and start to stroke him slowly. immediately, san grabs onto you. both hands holding onto your arms as he moans. his moans grew louder once your hand accelerated in speed, his hips bucking up into your hand erratically trying to chase himself orgasm.

“fuck, yesss!” he moaned, eyes shut tightly. “p-please let me cum, i really need to, please please please!”

you smile at him and continue your actions, stopping a few times to rub your palm on his tip and then control to twist and turn your hand on his cock. his body shifted against yours, his face now hiding in your arm as he felt himself getting closer.

“you’re doing so good for me, baby,” you whisper, your free hand patting his chest gently. “you didn’t touch yourself all day, this is your reward.”

“oh m—fucking yes, s’good, so so so good, yes!” san whined louder, body shaking and tensing in your arms.

“is my sannie gonna cum?” you ask. at first there was no answer, he was so fucked out. “answer, sannie, are you gonna cum?”

“y-yes—!” he strains.

“what’s the magic word?”

“p-please miss, can i—c-can i please—oh my fucking god, oh my, i’m—i’m gonna-” san’s body froze entirely, hands pulling at the bed sheets underneath you and almost puncturing a hole in them as he released in your hand.

“shh, good boy, sannie. good good boy.” you spoke softly in his ear as you helped him ride out his orgasm, his body shaking uncontrollably.

“you did so good for me, baby.”

“love you, i love you, so so so much.” he slurred. “love you so much.”

#cupids asks and submits ♡#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #choi san #san smut #ateez san #san x y/n #san x you #san x reader #san scenarios #sub!idol #sub!ateez #sub ateez #sub san #sub!san

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 7 months

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DAMNN!!!! It makes me sad how Yves probably doesn’t celebrate his birthday because it probably reminds him of how old he has become 😭 But after rereading the birthday ask, I wanna do something for his birthday, like I’d honestly try to throw a little something for him, even if it’s just the two of us. How would he react to that? But then again I doubt he would tell us his birth date and would NEVER tell us the year so celebrating his birthday would probably be next to impossible. But dang I’d feel bad like being with this man a whole year and realizing like Omg I never got Yves anything for his birthday ☹️

Yves may not like to be reminded of his age, but he does love spending time with you. He knew that you would want to do something nice for him on his birthday. In that case, he would drop hints about his very special day.

Valentines Day; would be the day he chose to represent the day he was born. You would perhaps accidentally take a peep at his passport, Identity card or any seemingly valid documents that contained his alleged birthdate.

14th February, and he will be 34 this year.

He loves roses, jewellery, makeup, handbags, heels, heart-shaped novelty gifts and all things romantic. Yves is sure you would find an easier time to obtain them during heartbreak season.

You might be insecure because everything that's at least touching his standards is out of your budget. So you have to rely on creativity.

Of course, nothing is a surprise for Yves. He knows your works in progress, the trips to the photo printing store, the paper basket filled with rejected, crumpled love poem drafts, hours upon hours of perusing through the internet for cute birthday date ideas... your effort in preparing for it was already more than enough to please him.

Yves definitely loves seeing you try for him. To push past your worries and do it anyway, even if you are shaking out of fear from the thought of him being disappointed.

He would subliminally send you a message that it's not material items Yves is after; it's your company. Gifts and romantic gestures are nice bonuses, but not necessary.

But you're so adamant about doing something nice for his special day, and that warms his heart. So he lets you have your fun and healthy stresses on organizing a nice little dinner for him. Although, he will step in if you're pressuring yourself to the point of deterioration.

Comes the day of 'his' birthday, it's 12 in the morning. He's still awake in his office, typing away at his computer. Yves would appreciate it very much if you greeted him with a hug and a kiss, lightly scolding you for staying up so late but thanking you for your attentiveness nonetheless. If you live separately, you can give him a call or a text wishing him a happy birthday, and he will answer or reply immediately without fail. With some nagging that you should have adequate sleep at night. He doesn't hide the delight in his voice or face, though.

If you've been paying attention, the ideal birthday present for him is... you. Yves would very much rather pamper you instead as if it's celebrating yours, cooking up all your favorite meals, bringing you to your favorite places... but alas, it is your turn to spoil him with whatever you have in store.

You spent the last few days practicing how to cook something that you think is 'fancy' and 'expensive'. You emptied your pockets for that week but it was all worth it, you mastered making a dish that you thought Yves would like, you think. A cake you attempted to make from scratch, is obviously not made by a professional, but the love and care are evident.

Assuming you live with him, a perfect window of opportunity presents itself when Yves is suddenly extremely busy with work, so he has to hide himself in the office. You hurried to set up everything, the presents, the dining table, the candles, the food, and the plates. It was such a coincidence, that he's done as soon as you put your final touches on your dishes.

He would appear pleasantly surprised, tilting his head to the side and gracefully concealing the widest smile on his face with his manicured fingers. You can see his eyes glimmering out of joy, which in turn makes you feel proud and giddy as well. For the presentation alone, Yves is already sure to reward you handsomely.

You pulled the chair out for him, and he thanked you as Yves elegantly took a seat.

You sat down opposite of him, face and neck already covered in lipstick prints before even picking up the sleek champagne bottle. He found it adorable, you can barely afford the lower-end ones, yet you still try. He was monitoring your spending behavior and noticed that you're saving excessively for something, he is happy to know that you used it to get something luxurious for him.

His gaze never left yours as he clinked glasses with you.

Yves made sure to praise you for all your hard work, and he is exceptionally giggly today. Not because he thinks your efforts are funny, but because it's quite difficult to contain his admiration and fondness for you. And it is also because of the sight of you being decorated in his lipstick. He genuinely thinks your cooking is delicious, perhaps a tad bit too oily, salty, sweet, or burnt for his taste, or he simply didn't like that particular food. You wouldn't know, because it seems like Yves ate something that was meant for the gods. It was exquisite because it was made by you with loving intent.

Perhaps you're shy, a bit skittish, and blushing. You somehow thought writing romantic poems and reading them out loud for him to hear would be something he would be keen on. And you were absolutely correct. You could cringe at your own voice and work as much as you want, but Yves is cherishing it deeply.

He knows you would stutter when he sensually caressed you on your thigh, he did it anyway to see such a cute reaction from you. Yves would hold onto every word, listening intently and staring at you with such devotion.

Please don't take his peals of laughter at the end as mockery, it was purely out of glee and love for you, the ticklish feeling in his chest needed to escape somehow. Yves would pull you in a tight, but comforting hug, showering you with so much praise and affection, that you would think you're the world's greatest poet.

He would sit on his chair, crossing his legs, and adoringly watched you scramble to show him all your gifts. Predictably, they're all Valentine's Day-themed, rouge and hearts all around, his favorite.

You truly knew how to make him feel like a queen. Bouquets of fragrant roses, chocolates, even handmade crafts that you slaved over for him... they're all priceless and worth much more than anything in the world. He was slow and careful in unwrapping them, Yves everything, down to the strip of tape you used to keep the wrapping paper together, as intact as possible as they're going to be preserved in his compendium.

You gifted him an expensive lipstick in a shade that he would like. Such a wonderfully attentive partner you are, how could you have possibly known that he loves all things lip pigments? He must simply try it, so he did on the spot, using you as his little canvas.

Oh, he loves that hue on you. Yves made sure to test it out a couple more times, on your forehead, cheek, and lips. Yves would twist it back into its container, cap it, and keep it away before finally permitting you to leave his lap.

There's more, you scampered off into the kitchen. Leaving him alone to deal with his high for a while.

You emerged again with a crooked cake. The piping is uneven, it says "Hapy BDay Yves!!!" in crude frosting- you didn't think the spacing through, and hence it was horribly off-centered, and a singular, lit candle is stuck in the eye of the cake. It was perfection.

You watched him quizzingly as his emerald eyes began tearing up, droplets rolling down his cheek as he smiled wide. He daintily patted the tears away with his trembling fingertips, Yves was speechless and incapacitated by his extreme urge to squeeze you, his cuteness and aggression reaching debilitating levels.

He had to expel all that extra energy somehow, so he resorted to crying out of joy. Yves knew what you were about to do, he knew all that was going to happen, but he could never account for the overwhelm he would feel when you do something special like this. It's embarrassing to Yves, but he pushed that feeling aside and thought about how grateful he is to have you instead.

It would take him a couple minutes to compose himself, a handful of deep breaths before he is confident that he wouldn't bite you like a rabid dog.

You invited him to make a wish, and he did so silently, clasping his hands together and closing his eyes. Yves was so earnest and fervent that you would think he was saying a sincere prayer. Whatever he wished for, you notice there is that desperation in him for it to come true.

He cuts it with you, your back pressing against his front as he holds both your hands in his. Guiding the blade through the baked goods.

He asked if you and he could share a slice, and Yves would spoon-feed you and himself using the same utensils. It's much more intimate and romantic that way. And, maybe it would invoke some nostalgia too.

Yves is saving the best parts for you, be it the cherries, chocolate barks, sprinkles, strawberries... it's yours.

You wonder if he is having a fever because the hand that is holding your chin is unusually warm and his face is pink. He watched you with half-lidded eyes which you mistook as sleepiness and not lovesickness.

You beguiled him enough to earn yourself a night of heavenly sex. It's definitely not your first time, so you knew how fucking difficult it is to convince Yves to do that with you. And you knew how damn good he is in the bedroom.

Naturally, you're shaking in excitement as Yves gives you a nod as he sensually caresses you under your chin. Opportunities like this are rare, of course, you're frothing at the mouth thinking about what awaits you later.

He told you to unwind in the bedroom first while he cleans up. Yves didn't have to say a word more before you took off running.

Yves laughed to himself as he gathered the empty dishes, thinking about the vase he would be putting the fresh roses in.

This may not be everyone's ideal way of spending their birthday; ending the day by doing chores. But that's the way Yves likes it and he wouldn't change his mind for the world, he's stubborn in his ways and loves predictability. Taking care of you is his greatest joy in life. Which isn't all that surprising, Yves is a Taurus, after all.

#yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere concept #yandere oc #tw yandere #yandere oc x reader #oc yves #yandere x you #yandere #male yandere oc x reader

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heeseung-min · 1 year

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[20:34]

"Hey"

"What?"

You were eating the bento you prepared this morning. You didn't have any class now so you decided to eat at the cafeteria with your new friend that you met a week ago.

"Those guys have been looking at your for few minutes now."

You looked to where she pointed and indeed they were still staring at you. Even though you already looking at them but they didn't budge instead they kept on staring at you.

"Do you know them, y/n?"

"No, I never see them."

You continue eating your meal. Your friend noticed your hands shaking a bit after you looked at the boys but she didn't say anything. After few minutes, the boys finally walked out from there. The nervous in your system finally went away.

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"Bye. I see you tomorrow, y/n."

"Alright. Take care."

Both of you bid goodbye to each other. You planned to have some studies at the library first so you asked your friend to go home without you.

You went to the washroom first to do some business. When you done and wanted to wash your hands, you looked up at the mirror and saw someone that you really didn't want to see now.

"Riki...."

"I miss you."

At this point, Riki already caged you in his arms. You were stuck between the sink and him. He went closer to kiss you but you dodged your face quickly made him scoffed. So, he just kissed your ear instead.

"Riki, I'm begging you please stop doing this."

"Y/n, I'm just a guy who wants to show my love towards you."

"By stalking and following me everywhere??! Riki, this is the five times I transfer school in two years. Can you just- just move on?"

"I'm not stalking, y/n. I'm just making sure you are safe."

"Yeah, sure. That's what you asked to your friends too, right? Making them watching me like a creep. I can't even eat peacefully."

"You can just pretend they are not there, baby. Plus, I asked them to do that so they will prevent you from any harm."

You pushed Riki's body so he can get off you but the male is stronger than you. He hold both of your hands and pulled you closer so he can hug you. He caressed your hair gently and whispered to your ear.

"I'm wondering what would your dumb boyfriend think when he saw us like this, in this place? I still remember his sad face when you wanted to leave."

"Please, Riki. Don't do anything to him."

"If you give me a kiss, I would think about it."

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😲dang, i hope you guys enjoy this😆i just did this few hours ago so I dont know if its good or nah

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Reunited

Part 33

Illumi x Reader x Feitan(AND KURAPIKA??!!)

part 32

part 34

warnings: Kurapika cops a feel and is mad horny for reader 😭🙏

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(Name) woke up to a few new messages on her phone.

Killua: Hey, we’re meeting up with Kurapika today, you want to tag along? We’re having a picnic.

Gon: (Name) can you bring some snacks? Killua is too shy to ask!

Pretty Boy🫶: Meet us at the park for a picnic.

(Name) giggled. ‘They’re all so cute.” She texted them all back quickly.

Strawberries: Yes, I’ll see you there!

She stood up and stretched. There was about an hour until they’d have to to meet up, meaning she had plenty of time to pack up a basket of goodies.

(Name) looked over her closet to find something suitable to wear. It was a picnic, so her choice was easy.

She pulled on a long blue sundress, pulling it over her head. She spun around in front of the mirror, smiling at her appearance. It hugged her curves just right.

She paired her look with a straw hat and a white cardigan with a yellow daisy pattern.

Once her basket was full of goodies, (Name) left her condo and began her walk to the park.

——————

She spotted Gon and Killua quickly once she entered the park.

“Hey!”

(Name) jogged over, holding her heavy basket with both hands. Killua jumped up quickly, his eyes lighting up.

“(Name), you’re-“

He cleared his throat. “You’re here. That’s nice.”

She giggled and ruffled his hair, the boy leaning into her touch with a huff. “I’m happy to see you too, Killua.

Gon jumped up and gave her a hug. “Do I smell baked goods?”

(Name) nodded, cracking her basket open to let the smell of fresh pastries fill the air. “Yep!”

She laid out a picnic blanket before setting out the treats, Gon and Killua adding the several different foods they’d brought as well.

“Go head boys, dig in.”

They didn’t need to be told twice, instantly stuffing their faces with the various foods available on the picnic blanket.

(Name) couldn’t help but laugh. It was nice to see them be so carefree and innocent after the harrowing past few days.

“Kurapika!”

Gon spat his food into Killua’s face and jumped up to run towards the blonde. It took (Name) a moment to process this information, the girl standing slowly before finally turning around.

Gon and him talked for a moment before the young boy had a pie shoved in his face by Killua. Kurapika laughed as the two chased each other around the park.

Then his eyes landed on (Name).

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her. She looked gorgeous in the afternoon sun, smiling at him with tears brimming on her eyes.

“Kurapika…”

He didn’t think, just walked forward with his eyes trained on her. Before either of them could process what was happening, he was pulling her close to him and pressing his lips to hers.

The two boys froze, staring at the pair.

(Name)’s eyes went wide with shock. Kurapika pulled away after a moment, looking down at her with those scarlet eyes.

“(Name), I…”

He finally processed what he had done, his face as red as his eyes. He began to back away, but (Name) pulled him back into a hug.

She didn’t speak, only holding onto him. He melted into her embrace.

When she pulled back, she didn’t look angry or upset, just… surprised. Her face had grown hot.

“Kurapika, that was… my first kiss.”

She buried her face in his chest, flustered. He raised his hand to run his hand over her hair. “My apologies for stealing your first kiss, (Name). I just… couldn’t control myself.”

He pushed her back and tilted her chin up, stealing another kiss.

Gon and Killua audibly gasped, looking to each other the running over to the pair.

Kurapika pulled away with a soft look in his eyes, licking his lips. “You taste so sweet, (Name). I think I want to kiss you aga-“

Gon and Killua tackled the man, sending him falling to the grass.

“Kurapika you pervert!” Killua yelled, bonking him on the head. Gon jumped up quickly to push (Name) away.

“You don’t kiss women randomly! What if she was saving that kiss for someone!? Aunt Mito said first kisses are important to girls!”

(Name) sighed and swatted at Gon’s hands. “Boys it’s fine, I didn’t mind at all.”

She offered Kurapika her hand, which he took without a second thought. (Name) pulled him to his feet, the man instantly reaching out and kissing her again.

This time it lasted longer, his hands slipping to her waist to pull her in closer. She felt his tongue press against her lips before she pushed him back.

“K-Kurapika… that’s enough for now…”

‘For now…’ he thought, staring down at her with half lidded eyes. Now that he thought the spiders were dead, he much better about his feelings for her. He’d find his clans eyes, and ask her to be his.

“I think I love you…”

(Name)’s jaw dropped at his words, shyly hiding behind Killua. It wasn’t that she didn’t have any feelings for him, but such a sweet confession after he’d kissed her so lovingly was making her brain short circuit.

“You’re going to make her pass out. Look, she’s flustered.” Killua said with a huff.

Kurapika couldn’t help but smile. She wasn’t rejecting his advances, and just from her face he could tell she wasn’t unhappy that he kissed her.

“Alright. Let’s enjoy our picnic, shall we?”

Kurapika watched her the entire time, sighing softly when she avoided his gaze. ‘She’s so cute. I want to kiss her again… and more.’

His cheeks went red when he thought this, quickly shaking the thought from his mind. He couldn’t think of that, no, not right now.

Once they finished their picnic, Kurapika helped (Name) pack up her basket and carried it for her. It was the least he could do.

——————

The group of five met up at at a hotel, all of them beaming at each other.

“It’s been a while since we were all together last!” Gon stated, his smile wide.

“Yeah!”

Leorio ruffled (Name)’s hair, the girl playfully smacking his hand away.

The group began walking towards the elevators, Leorio and Gon talking about someone named Zepile. Leorio turned to look at Kurapika.

“Anyway… you’ve got this intensity about you… you seem more intimidating now.”

The blonde tilted his head. “Really? You don’t seem to have changed much.”

“And now you’re more annoying too!!”

“He also confessed his love for (Name) and kissed her like 50 times.” Killua said, holding onto (Name)‘s sleeve.

“HE WHAT!?”

(Name) groaned, hiding her face in her hands. Kurapika didn’t seem embarrassed at all, putting a hand on (Name)’s shoulder. “I kissed her, not 50 times, but more than once.”

Leorio and Kurapika stared at each other for a moment.

“And you keep calling ME the pervert- OW!”

Kurapika hit him over the head as they entered the elevator.

“Oh, I heard you defeated a member of the Troupe.”

(Name) stopped paying attention now, quickly pulling a pair of headphones over her ears. It was all so overstimulating. She could still feel the soft touch of Kurapika’s lips on hers.

They quickly reached their destination, (Name) not noticing until she was physically pulled out of the elevator by Kurapika.

They entered the hotel room, quickly seeing that there wouldn’t be enough seats for everyone.

“I’ll stand, it’s no big-“

She was quickly pulled into Kurapika’s lap without another word, earning the blonde some looks from their friends.

“No need for that. You can sit here.”

Unlike Feitan, he was quick to pull her close and wrap his hands around her waist without hesitation. Kurapika was making his feelings extremely clear to her.

He began to explain his nen and the reason it was so strong.

“Restraint and vow?” Gon asked.

“Yes. Nen is strongly affected by your mental state. The stronger your resolve, the more power you receive. However, you also incur a big risk at the same time. In return for Nen power, I vowed to use it against the spiders alone. I established a rule for myself.”

“What’s the rule?” Leorio asked.

“If I use my chains on one who isn’t a spider, I will forfeit my life.”

(Name) hand shot to his arm, her eyes gone wide. “You what? Kurapika…”

The blonde rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. “There is a nen blade pointed at my heart. If I break the rule, that blade will pierce my heart, killing me. This is the rule that shows my resolve. Restraint and vow. My power is the product of pure hatred. It only works on the spiders.”

(Name) stared at him with tears in her eyes, not even able to speak. He gently wiped them away as he continued talking. “I’m telling you because I trust you. Don’t tell anyone else.”

Killua stood up. “Why… why would you tell us something so important?!”

Kurapika tilted his head, surprised. “I’m not sure. Wit their leader’s death, I must have relaxed.”

“It’ll be fine if we keep our mouths shut.” Leorio said, trying to calm the white haired boy down.

“It’s too dangerous. One of the surviving members can read minds. If they find out, Kurapika won’t be able to beat them!”

“But she didn’t learn anything last time.”

“That’s because we didn’t know Kurapika was the chain user.”

(Name)’s lip quivered, Kurapika rubbing soothing circles into her back.

“Then we just have to stay away from them. They’ve already checked you, so they think you’re clean.”

“But there’s also this guy called Nobunaga.”

(Name) eyes went wide. ‘Did he just say Nobunaga? Are they talking about…’

“He’s especially dangerous, he’s looking for Kurapika and still trying to chase us down.”

(Name) felt Kurapika tense under her, his hands gripping onto her hips harshly.

“Is he aware that you guys know Kurapika?”

“No…”

“Then it’s okay! As long as no one around the mind reader knows Kurapika, you’re safe.”

Kurapika glanced down at (Name) before speaking. “Well, I’ve also been in contact with Hisoka, and so has (Name).”

“What?”

“Hisoka?”

“He knows that I am the chain user. We made a pact, but his target, the leader of the spiders, is now dead. So I don’t know what he’ll do.”

The five continued to speak as rain started to pour down outside. Killua had been trying to convince Kurapika to go after the remaining members while they were still in York New.

“Excuse me.”

(Name) stood up to walk to the bathroom, Kurapika watching as she left with lovesick eyes. Once she was gone, Kurapika seemed to consider Killua’s words.

“They could be making an escape as we speak. We don’t have time for too much thought.”

“The woman you mentioned is certainly a threat… But since their leader is dead, I’ll do we Gon says, and focus on recovering my brethren’s eyes.”

“Seriously!?”

“Yes. I would also like to begin courting (Name). I think I’ve fallen in love with her.”

“Are you sure?”

“Kurapika’s made up his mind. We can’t force him to change it.”

Killua sat down, defeated.

“Sorry, Killua. Thank you for the valuable information.”

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Kurapika didn’t really care too much about who had texted him, he was still on cloud 9 after confessing earlier.

He pulled his phone from his pocket and glanced at the message.

“It’s from Hisoka…”

(Name) came sprinting into the room when she felt Kurapika’s aura go from calm to intense anger.

“The bodies were fakes…”

She attempted to comfort him with a hand on his shoulder, the man glancing her way before pushing her hand off.

(Name) didn’t take offense, running towards the kitchen to grab him a glass of water to calm down.

When she came back, Kurapika was a bit calmer.

“The troupe is from Meteor City…”

(Name) paused in the doorway, dropping the cup at the mention of the city.

“(Name)!”

Kurapika stood and walked over, wincing as she began to pick up the shattered glass.

“(Name), stop.”

He smacked her hands away, pulling her now cut hands towards away and towards Leorio.

“She’s cut. Leorio can you-“

(Name) didn’t say anything, only closing her hands then opening them, the only hint that she’d been hurt was the blood staining her palms.

The two stared down at her with shocked expressions.

“How-“

She sighed. “It’s my nen. I’m a healer.”

Kurapika sat down with her in his lap again, his knee bouncing. “I… I am also from Meteor City.”

The four didn’t so much as breathe with her admission, Kurapika staring at her with wide eyes. “You’re… from Meteor City? But you grew up in Padokea, right?”

(Name) sighed. “It’s… it’s a long story that shouldn’t be shared in front of children.”

The two boys were shooed out of the room and (Name) hesitantly shared her tale. It was easier to tell them, due to how close they all were, but it still left her feeling awful.

Kurapika’s eyes were red, pulling (Name) against him so tight she could barely breathe. He shook with anger, Leorio gritting his teeth.

“(Name).”

He tilted her chin to look up at him, his eyes boring into hers intensely.

“The monsters that hurt you will be dealt with by my own hands. I will not rest until you are avenged.”

His intensity would have been terrifying to most, but (Name) felt safe in his arms. Kurapika let her cry against his chest, rubbing a trembling hand over her head.

Kurapika considered it his duty to avenge the woman he loved. She had given him so much, it was only fair he took this heavy burden off her shoulders.

The two boys walked in, Killua quickly joining (Name)’s side and hugging her. He was crying too, not bothering to hide his anguish.

“We… we heard everything.” Gon said, looking at the floor. “I’m sorry (Name). That… that was awful.”

She cried, Kurapika holding rubbing circles into her hips. Even through her pain, she dried Killua’s tears and gave him a soft smile.

“I didn’t want any of you to know. It’s… it’s scary. Disgusting. I didn’t want any of you to think differently of me…”

Kurapika held her even closer. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, (Name). Nothing that happened to you was your fault. You are still the woman I love, nothing has changed.”

He caressed her cheek, internally seething. He needed to be calm, now. (Name) needed his comfort, and he was more than willing to give in to her.

She left to go calm down in one of the bedrooms, putting a pair of headphones over her ears as the group talked in the living room. Kurapika promised he wouldn’t take long, and would hold her as long as she wanted when he was done speaking with the group.

———————

Kurapika opened the door to the room, his eyes softening when he spot (Name) curled up on the bed. She hadn’t heard him come in due to her headphones.

He walked forward and placed a hand on her’s.

“(Name)? Can you hear me?”

She pulled her headphones off when he touched her. “Hmm?”

He sat down on the bed next to her. “We’re going to be moving around a bit. I have to go talk to the community to see if they have any useful information.”

She perked up, moving to sit next to him. “So you’ll be busy?”

He smiled. “Not for a bit. I’ll be leaving to ask in thirty minutes. And after that, I may be free for a while more.”

(Name) nodded. “I see. I feel like I’ve barely gotten to see you today. It’s only 1 pm, and we met at 12 pm.”

He sighed. “Yes, I apologize for that. Once the auction is over and we’ve completed whatever plan we set, I should have some time to spend with you.”

“Don’t you mean with all of us?”

He shook his head and smiled down at her. “No, (Name). I want to spend more time with you. Longer than the others.”

She thought back to his confession and her face became warm. “I… I want to spend more time with you as well.”

He lied down on the bed, pulling her down with him. “(Name), do you love me? I apologize for asking you so frankly, and you don’t have to answer if you’re uncomfortable, but-“

She put a finger to his lips. “I do feel… something for you. As a friend, yes I do love you. Dearly. I do feel something more for you than friendship, but…”

He shook his head. “That’s all I needed to hear. Knowing you feel more for me than friendship makes me incredibly happy.”

His lips pressed against hers again, this time, (Name) allowed his tongue to explore her mouth. It was hard to think when he was slowly moving to pin her to the bed, his hands fumbling with her cardigan. He slipped it off and began pulling her sundress down.

“(Name), I want you. Desperately…”

She gasped, her hands flying out to stop his hands. “K-Kurapika! Not… not right now.”

He stopped, his breath coming out in short pants. She looked gorgeous underneath him, her face hot and her breasts nearly spilling out of her dress. He quickly regained his composure and looked away as she fixed her dress.

“Does that imply that I can have you later?”

He ran a finger down her side, stopping when he felt her shiver. Kurapika was enjoying her reactions to his touch.

“… perhaps. If you don’t get yourself killed.”

He chuckled at her words and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll keep that in mind, angel.”

She jumped at the pet name, looking up at him with her pretty (e/c) eyes.

“A-angel?”

He smiled. “When I had that nightmare and you comforted me at the expense of your sleep, you reminded me of an angel. Kind and pure.”

Kurapika caressed her cheek. “I want to preserve that purity, but the dark part of me also wants to taint you, dirty you with my own hands.”

He stared down at her with those scarlet eyes she had come to love. “Would you still love me after taking your wings, angel?”

Before she could answer, he placed a hand over her mouth. “Shh. Don’t answer. Save it for later, when I make you mine.”

The two sat in silence for a while, Kurapika soaking in every second of skin to skin contact with (Name). She was his light, the moon that guided him through the darkness.

“Kurapika, can I… can I kiss you?”

He blinked and looked down at her, his eyes softening. “Please do.”

She placed a hand on his cheek and stood. He was still sat down on the bed, looking at her with lovesick eyes. She stopped forward and stood between his legs.

(Name) leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on his lips, the man instantly wrapping his arms around his waist to pull her closer. Her kiss was gentle and sweet, one that Kurapika would never forget as long as he lived.

When she pulled away, her eyes were half lidded. “Can you promise me something?”

He placed a hand on her cheek. “Anything.”

“Please… please promise me you’ll be careful. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. You’re one of the most important people in my life, Kurapika.”

He contemplated pulling her in for another kiss, his eyes on her lips. “I promise. I’ll come back to you alive, alright?”

She nodded and pulled him into a hug, his head resting on her soft chest. “Please do.”

———————

(Name) left the room feeling confused and aroused.

‘Kurapika and I almost…’

She bit her lip as she followed Leorio and Kurapika to the elector. (Name) did feel something for Kurapika, yes, but there were two other men that were on her mind as well.

Feitan and Illumi.

The two of them were her close friends, and she had slowly developed feelings for them both. Unlike Kurapika, neither of them had explicitly returned those feelings.

She didn’t want to choose between any of them, not for a while. For now, she would follow Kurapika and give him the care and attention he needed as he attempted to avenge his clan.

Leorio and (Name) sat as Kurapika left to talk with the committee, the dark haired man looking at her curiously.

“So… you and Kurapika, huh?”

The girl became flustered immediately. “Kurapika and I, what?”

“You’re like… together now, right?”

She shook her head, twiddling her thumbs. “Not… not yet. I still have some thinking to do.”

He sighed. “Thought so. He sprung all of that on you pretty fast, and now he can’t keep his hands off of you. It must be confusing.”

She nodded, leaning her head against the table. “Yes but… I don’t dislike it. Kurapika is very sweet.”

Leorio ruffled her hair. “You two would make a cute couple, but be aware that he’s determined to finish his goals, at whatever cost. That cost may be you one day.”

She knew this, it was one of the reasons she was hesitant to accept his feelings. She knew he was telling the truth and truly did love her, but…

“Oh, how did it go?”

(Name) looked up when she heard Leorio’s voice, turning to see Kurapika approaching.

“I couldn’t get a straight answer. The community didn’t have any updates regarding the auction today.”

He smiled when (Name) stood next to him, reaching out to hold her hand.

“You should tell the the Troupe is still alive! Then the Mafia might rethink it.”

The blonde shook his head. “No, nothing will change. The community values its relationship with Meteor City. It’s safe to assume they will not attack the Troupe further.”

“Really?”

“But that wasn’t the information I wanted. My only concern is whether the auction will proceed as scheduled…”

“You’re not planning to intercept them, are you? That’s crazy… how can you confront them without mafia support!?”

“You have it wrong, Leorio. I never had any help from the mafia.”

(Name) squeezed his hand, giving him a concerned look. He didn’t look at her, but gave her hand a reassuring squeeze back. His attention was drawn away by Gon.

“Kurapika, let us help! We’re willing to do anything.”

The blonde frowned. “The reward was rescinded.”

“I know. I want to stop the Troupe, that hasn’t changed.”

Kurapika gave Gon his full attention, dropping (Name)‘s hand. “You’d be risking your lives.”

(Name) wanted to say something, but Kurapika continued talking.

“Okay, let’s put together a plan.”

“Uh-huh!”

She huffed. “I want to help t-“

“No.” They all said in unison. (Name) blinked, suddenly upset.

“Why not? If you all get to risk your lives for each other, why can’t I?”

Kurapika sighed. “You’re different, (Name). Your nen is purely support, so it wouldn’t be very helpful in th-“

“Leorio doesn’t even have nen, so that excuse won’t work on me.”

She put her hands on her hips and stared at him, her lips pursed. Even though his eye twitched in annoyance, he couldn’t help but find her determination adorable.

“Well, can you drive?”

She stared at him. “… no.”

Gon tilted his head. “Aren’t you 22?”

She groaned. “God you sound like my mom. I can’t get a license because I’m from Meteor City, and Im scared of driving.”

Kurapika placed a hand on her shoulder. “(Name), what do you bring to the table?”

She pulled out her dagger and was about to stab it into her arm to demonstrate her nen, but Kurapika was quick to grab it. She didn’t notice his eyes flash red for a moment before he quickly composed himself.

“Other than your nen ability, angel.”

The other three glanced at each other when he called her angel, (Name) huffing.

“I was trained by Illumi in martial arts. Anyone want to spar with me to prove a point? Or do I need to ask my friend to send the pictures of me handing Hisoka his pasty clown ass?”

“You fought Hisoka? And lived? Are you stupid?”

Killua pinched her cheek harshly, the girl whining. “Hey, he only broke a-“

She stopped suddenly, all their heads swiveling to stare at her.

“He what?”

Kurapika grabbed her chin and forced her to make eye contact with him. “What details did you leave out, (Name)?”

She puffed out her cheeks. “I don’t have to tel you. It’ll only stress you out.”

He smacked a hand over his forehead. “I’ll be stressed out nonetheless, angel. Just tell me and I promise I won’t be angry.”

(Name) glanced at Leorio, who just shrugged.

“He uh… broke my bones and um…”

She leaned forward to whisper into Kurapika’s ear. “He insinuated he wanted to… do things to me, and tried to take off my bra.”

Kurapika’s arms shot out to grip her shoulders so tight she winced. “He WHAT!?”

“You promised you wouldn’t be angry!”

“That’s before I knew the borderline pedophile clown threatened to assault you!”

Killua’s jaw dropped. “(Name). Why didn’t you tell us?”

She folded her arms against her chest. “I didn’t think it was that important. He didn’t do it.”

Her four friends groaned in unison.

“(Name), my angel, that is very serious. If I had known I wouldn’t have formed a pack with him.”

He rubbed a hand against his forehead. “This is another reason I don’t want you coming. I fear you may put yourself in harms way, and not even ask for help. It’s not guaranteed that one of us would be around to save you.”

She folded her arms over her chest. “That’s unfair. You’re assuming a lot.”

He sighed. “I have to. Any possibility of you getting hurt means a resounding no from me.”

She pouted up at him, the man not budging a bit.

“… fine. But at least let me stick around until you have to enact your plan…”

Kurapika shrugged. “I don’t see any issue with that.”

(Name) sat with the other four, pouting. As a precaution, (Name) had been asked to wear her headphones as they made their plans. It wasn’t that they didn’t trust her, they just couldn’t guarantee that their enemies would come after her.

If only they knew that their enemies viewed (Name) as one of their own.

Eventually Leorio and Killua stood up and started to walk away. (Name) took her headphones off, confused. “Why did they leave?”

Kurapika didn’t answer, only sliding her headphones back over her ears.

As an act of rebellion, (Name) turned her music off.

Kurapika began to explain his nen, summoning the chains on his hand. (Name) pretended to act oblivious.

“I’m not sure what all of that means, but you should be able to use your nen blade on me, right?”

“Yes.”

Gon nodded. “Go ahead. You can choose the rule to set.”

“I accept your resolve.”

(Name) threw off her headphones as Leorio and Killua appeared behind Kurapika.

“Can you make three of those blades?” Killua asked.

“Make it four.” (Name) corrected.

“You can rescind the rule once our mission is over, right?”

“Killua, (Name), Leorio!”

Kurapika pinched the girl’s cheek as Leorio continued speaking. “We had a little talk. And since we’re working together…”

“We should share the same fate.”

“What do you say?”

Kurapika sighed. “The answer to both questions is yes. But you four are wholly mistaken. I never had any intention of using my blades on any of you.”

“Then why endanger yourself by telling us your secret?”

“Gon, I wanted… No, I wanted to thank all of you for your resolve. Even if one of you ends up revealing my secret, I will have no regrets.”

He smiled, looking down. “I have good friends.”

“That’s not fair, Kurapika. You’re actually putting more pressure on us this way.”

“That was my goal.” He said with a smile.

“Oh, I get it now!” Gon laughed.

(Name) leaned her head against Kurapika, pouting.

“Well, I’ll head out then. Can’t waste any time.”

Both (Name) and Gon waved as he walked away. “Killua, be careful!”

“Yeah, I got this.”

—————

With the little time they had, (Name) and Kurapika sat across each other at the table in his room. He snacked on some of the baked goods she’s brought to the picnic.

“They’re good, (Name). How did you bake so many in such a short amount of time?”

She bit into a cookie. “Oh, I made these last night. I bake when I’m nervous.”

He frowned, placing his fork down. “Nervous? Why?”

“…”

(Name) took another bite of her cookie before answering.

“Well… I told you about the friend I was supposed to meet her, yes?”

Kurapika nodded slowly. “… the grumpy one?”

“Yes. He had some work here so he’s in town. He’s a part of a…”

She tilted her head. “I guess you could say they’re a group of… friends? Some of them also hail from Meteor City, so when I explained a bit of my story… they wanted to know more. People from Meteor City care for each other, even if it doesn’t seem like it.”

He nodded, signaling her to continue.

“The people that hurt me could still be active, so they asked me for any information I could give. To do that, they… had to learn about all the things I told you. My friend wasn’t there, so my biggest shame was revealed to a bunch of strangers. Of course, I agreed to it, but it doesn’t change the fact it was traumatizing to relive that.”

He gently squeezed her hand. “I see. That’s why you were nervous?”

She shook her head. “Not entirely. I… I had no one to talk with yesterday. It’s scary being alone with the memories of my past, so I baked to distract myself. It’s also the reason I’ve been wearing my headphones today. When it gets too quiet, I get overwhelmed.”

Kurapika looked down, guilt overcoming him. She’s been all alone with no one to hold her as the memories came flooding back. Of course she’s be a nervous wreck, he was just astonished she was okay enough to be talking to him right now.

‘She is strong. I just… I could never think about putting her in harms way.’

Kurapika kissed her hand. “(Name), after all this I would like to take you out on a date. Where would you like to go?”

She blushed. “Hmm… how about we go see a movie? Oh, or go to one of those cat cafes!”

He chuckled. “We can do both. I’m just glad you’re willing to go on a date with me, (Name).”

(Name) leaned her head on the table. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re a sweet guy, I don’t mind giving you a chance.”

He turned a light shade of pink at her words. “Really? I wouldn’t consider myself that sweet.”

She looked at him incredulously. “If you aren’t sweet then why do you treat me like I’m made of glass? You’re so gentle when you touch me. It’s different from my friend.”

Kurapika seemed both pleased and dismayed at her words. “He… touches you?”

His jealousy was poignant.

“A lot, really. Always rubbing my thigh, sleeping with me, holding my hand, grabbed my boobs in a dressing room…”

She sighed. “And I’m pretty sure he saw me naked when he sat in the bathroom while I showered.”

Kurapika’s eye twitched in annoyance. “Really? How… strange.”

(Name) crosses her legs. “Kurapika, you’re cute when you’re jealous.”

He pouted. “There’s nothing for me to be jealous of.”

She tilted her head before squishing her boobs together. “Oh really? Then you don’t wanna touch these?”

He stared down at her cleavage with his cheeks a bright shade of pink. “I didn’t say that…”

She giggled. “Mhm, that’s what I-“

He stood up and walked forward. “May I?”

“May you… what?”

He smiled down at he with a hint of mischief in his eyes. “May I touch you?”

She blinked, looking from him to his hands that hovered around her. Hesitantly, she gave him a quick nod, squishing her legs together.

He first started by placing his hands on her shoulders, trailing them halfway down her arms until they stopped right next to her breasts.

He glanced back at her before slowly cupping her chest. “Is this alright?”

His eyes were staring down at her, half lidded.

“Oh… um… yes.”

He gave her breasts a quick squeeze, seemingly mesmerized by the softness of them. Her little whimper didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde, a smirk pulling at his lips.

He thought about slipping his hands under her dress, but stopped himself. “Soft…”

Kurapika pulled his hands back. “You have my permission to touch me too, (Name). Anywhere you’d like.”

He kneeled in front of her, bringing the back of her hand to his lips. “You may not be mine yet, but I am yours. Completely.”

It was hard to resist him when he was looking at her with those pretty scarlet eyes, a testament to his intense feelings for her. She reached out to cup his cheek, the man instantly leaning into her touch.

“You’re really sweet, Kurapika. Thank you for loving me, I…”

He leaned forward, capturing her lips in another kiss. This one was quick, the blonde pulling away.

“Shh, you don’t have to say you love me yet. I would wait a lifetime for you.”

(Name) had never been treated so gently, so lovingly before. It wasn’t something she would take for granted.

She gave him a nod, ruffling his hair.

——————

They stayed together for a bit longer, Kurapika’s eyes never leaving her form. When it was time for him to enact his plan, he escorted (Name) to the hotel lobby and called her a cab.

“I’ll see you soon, (Name). Once this is over.”

He thought about kissing her again, but he didn’t. Kurapika wouldn’t push too hard, even though his heart yearned for her touch.

“You’ll be careful, right?”

He held open the cab’s door for. “I will.”

Kurapika closed the cab door and watched as it drove off, his heart hammering against his chest. She hadn’t rejected him outright, and had even kissed him herself.

He wasn’t sure if he should deserve to feel this happy, but let himself feel those butterflies for her.

‘I love her. So much.’

(Name) opened up her backpack and noticed a notification pop up on her phone. She’d silenced it when she’d left to visit Kurapika and the rest so she could really enjoy her time with them.

It was all from Feitan. (Name) scrolled up to the first message he’d sent.

Grumpy Pants: leaving town today. meet up before I do?

Grumpy Pants: (Name)?

Grumpy Pants: why did you leave condo?

Grumpy Pants: plans changed. text back soon as you can.

(Name) winced. She hoped she hadn’t worried him. He’d asked her to stay put in her apartment after all.

Strawberries: Hey Fei! Sorry, I was out with friends today! I’m glad you aren’t leaving today, that’s waaayyy too soon ><

(Name) jumped when her phone began ringing. She accepted the call quickly.

“Hello-“

“Where are you?”

(Name) froze. It was Feitan, but he sounded very… intense.

“I’m in a cab on my way to my apartment.”

“Good. Stay there. Dangerous, someone out for us.”

“Us?”

“Yes. You’re connected to me, means they could be after you too.”

(Name) sighed. “I see. I’ll be home soon. I-“

Her phone began to buzz, another call incoming.

“Sorry Fei, gotta take this.”

“(Name), d-“

She clicked on the other call.

“Illumi, hey.”

The man on the other end smiled. “I finally have time for you, (Name). I’ll be coming to pick you up for dinner in an hour.”

‘But Feitan said I needed to stay at my apartment…’

(Name) but her lip. ‘But… I miss Illumi so much…’

“Okay. See you then!”

(Name) hung up and placed her phone back in her bag. She sighed into her hands and looked down at her trembling legs.

Kurapika had worked her up a great deal when he’d groped her chest. She’d have to please herself in the shower before her meeting with Illumi if she wanted to be able to focus on anything.

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