#tehe I wanna draw something for this later

[squuote]

Stanley makes the Narrator pull out so much hair that she starts using she her pronouns because she doesn't even want to share he him with Stanley

this is so fucoing funny to me. realest shit.

“Now look what you’ve done to me Stanley. You’ve forced my hand. Destroyed the absolute joy of my pronouns, soiled any and all enjoyment out of them. Now I have to go change them, this is all your fault.

Are you happy with yourself? Are you glad you have the ability to bring a person so high up the anger chain that they simple cannot even stand sharing the same pronouns as you? Well Stanley, you’ve beaten the record.

Not only that, but you’ve destroyed he/him pronouns for everyone. And frankly, I can’t even look at you right now.”

[bentosandbox]

hell yea comics. 10, 23, 30, 40, 41 if you like

10. How do you decide what to write?

A little parasite in my brain says hmm today i will do thing and i just roll with the cringe

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

omegaverse i think it'd be extra fun when it's 2 emotionally constipated office workers vs a pairing like texlapp whoa who said that does 'daydreamed and doodled a bit but didn't start on anything solid yet' count as never written if yes its then wuxia AU where chen and lin switch places kinda (basically want to extrapolate that part in chen's op rec where the rat king invited her underground)

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

this chen and hoshi one technically but also the chen and swire one that i still havent posted in english so sorryyyyy (i wrote them at the same time iirc.. just didnt have time to draw the second one until later)

first time i forced myself to write internal monologues AND angst in an actual script on google docs instead of just dumping lines i want characters to say in my own discord server channel shoutout to my friend who gassed me up with the comments they left on the doc lmao 'damn i wanna make the angsty af introspective comics i always see' > 'wait damn i have to make it myself fawjkkkkkkkk'

idk if it affected my approach because the Very Serious chen and Lin character study comic i had planned ended up being a shitposty copybook so i went back to my old style of smashing dialogue in a notepad (if the anon that sent the ask about this comic sees this sorry i got cold feet and i still havent exported it out of my tablet)

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

we don't have a choice do we...

i did just reread the fic i mention below tehe i do reread CN fics way more because sometimes ill be lazy and read it through machine translate while other times i'll sit down and try to translate it (in my head) while EN fics have an easier time searing into my mind

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

its not cheating right

fr tho to write fever dream-esque(?) scenarios that end in girlfail...!!

ok the chenswire one aside the nearl one is also a favourite something about looking at the tired human through the chinks in the infallible knight's armor

[caelimonoceros]

moonlight — childe

pairing: childe x gn!reader

wc: 1.9k

tags: fluff, it’s just fluff, established relationship, i guess a lil light angst if you squint, childe lovable dork number one

notes: of course my first piece is about childe my one and only…my beloved…please come give me some constellations <3 pls enjoy! i’m planning on writing some more similar pieces with some other characters but i really wanted to post this one now tehe…interacts/reblogs appreciated!

Just as the moon guides the tides in and out of the shore, she pulls you to him—Childe, quiet in his solitude and unsuspectingly calm on the beach.

You find him on the beach just north of Liyue Harbor, on a long stretch of tan sand with a sheet spread out under him. Uneven rocks pin down the corners of the makeshift sand-protection, and you can make out the shape of the Harbinger’s jacket and boots settled next to him.

Upon hearing your soft footsteps crunching on the sand, Childe perks up. The slight curve of his posture, betraying a weeks-old exhaustion, straightens into a bright smile and a cheery wave, the welcoming facade he throws around to unsuspecting strangers who won’t ever make the plunge into the depths of his heart. Blue eyes, blue like the ocean and the cosmos and the frost on your skin after too many hours spent trekking around Dragonspine, pierce the dim night, only lit up by the small lantern next to him and the faint blue glow of his vision. They give his skin an unearthly glow, the warm light of the lantern bringing out copper highlights in his hair while the blue of his vision drives deep shadows into the far side of his face.

The night is peaceful in its simplicity, watched by the careful eyes of the moon and her starry companions. Childe’s smile brightens as you settle next to him, kicking off your own shoes and stretching out across the oversized blanket. Your own bag, full of warm midnight snacks and soft blankets, hits the ground as you do, and rolls with a soft thud.

“You made it,” Childe inches closer, quick to put his hand over yours and fold your fingers together. You let him, settling your joined hands over one of your thighs and sitting to lean against his shoulder.

“Yea. The slimes didn’t drench me.” You huff, eyes pointed out towards the water; then slowly drifting over to him.

“Well, since the slimes didn’t get to you, I was thinking…” Childe rubs a gloved thumb over the back of your hand, directing your attention. The leather is rough against your skin, worn equally from working a weapon and signing bank documents.

“Your ideas are always awful. I wanna know,” you lean into him.

“Midnight swim!” He says cheerfully, pointing out towards the water with his free hand. “The weather has been so warm lately that I’m sure the water will be as well. Plus, it’s just the two of us! Wouldn't that be nice?” Oh, you don’t want to crush his dreams and his eager, giddy smile, but you are not going in that water. No thanks, you are perfectly content to stay warm and dry on your big, spread out blanket and watch Childe make a shivering fool of himself before he comes back and soaks his half of the blanket.

“I’m not going in the water, especially not in my clothes, Childe. It’s cold out.” Childe blinks at you, as if he doesn’t understand the problem for a moment before sighing, as if he knew this would be your answer.

“Fine. But I’m going to go in, and I'm sure you’ll join me in no less than five minutes!” He says it so confidently, living up to his namesake so easily that it makes you swallow down laughter. The tall Fatui makes sure to blow you a dramatic kiss from the water’s edge, before he turns his back entirely. Really, you are completely content to watch him enjoy himself in the shallows. It’s refreshing to see him so light on his feet and in his words.

The soft moonlight illuminates his back, drawing out the folds of his dark shirt. The metal accessories around his belt glimmer in the cool light as well, twinkling like stars at you, but you’re almost mesmerized as you chase the patterns of moonlight across his ever-moving form. The water is so clear, reflecting him and the mountains situated behind you, every trace of silvery-white light that dances down an uneven slope or a curving tree branch rippling amongst your lover’s own reflection.

“You know, the water’s still warm!” Childe calls after a few minutes of peace. He’s rolled his pants up to just under his knees, but they’re still being soaked by waves of water. From your warm, dry, position on the shore you’re inclined to protest, but a shimmer in cerulean eyes not brought on by the moon or stars cuts your words before they can begin. He begins making his way over to you, sloshing through the water and then up onto the sand.

“C’mon, just stick your feet in. I promise I won’t let you drown.” You roll your eyes at his proposition; the way he walks so arrogantly over to you and crouches ever so slightly, extending a hand to you. He’s tracked wet sand onto your clean, safe haven, and his wet pants are dripping seawater on your bare shins, but you still hold your tongue all the same.

“Please? It’ll be fun. You don’t have to, but I think you’d enjoy it.” The Fatui offers his hand with a little bit of a wave this time, and you give in to his easy smile and comforting presence. It’s hard not to, hard to resist the way he sweeps you into the ocean, the same way he’s already swept you away entirely like a pebble torn from shore.

The water is still warm, but it’s still much cooler than your skin and you shudder as you’re exposed to it much too quickly. Childe’s grip on your hand is too tight, his excitement adorably obvious as you come to a halt some ten feet into the water, where it rises just above your hips.

“See? It’s not bad at all.” Childe leans down, his face mere inches from yours, and sticks his tongue out playfully. You resist the urge to pinch it between your thumb and forefinger, instead flicking his forehead gently, just enough for him to recoil as if you’ve shot him and dramatically clasp a hand over his head.

“It’s not bad at all,” you mimic, unable to stop yourself from laughing at the ginger’s over-the-top reaction. Cute, he’s so cute sometimes and you doubt he truly knows it, cute when he drops something from his chopsticks or shoots an arrow into the ground or trips over a loose rock when he’s pretending not to stare at you. Cute when his guard is down, when he’s not a battle-hardened warrior and traces of the myth you know to be named Ajax are allowed through the ever-present cracks in his facade. Just as you’re lost in thought, a spray of salty water meets your face, and you close your eyes and cross an arm over your forehead quickly.

“That was uncalled for!” You complain, but it trails off into laughter as you return the splash back at Childe.

“Hey, your aim’s not half bad!” He’s even quicker to fire back, and soon the water around you both churns enough to drown out your shared laughter. Your clumsy feet, weighed down by your movements kick up sand and cloud the water, and you brush grit from your face and hair after a particularly well-aimed splash flattens it down your back.

“That’s practically an insult, coming from you.”

“My aim isn’t that bad!” Fake offense riddles his tone, one hand placed over his poor, scandalized heart.

“Will you be less arrogant if I tell you I’m enjoying myself?” You dodge most of another splash, but even when you’re complaining you find your jaw beginning to ache from a wide smile.

“So much for staying out of the water,” Childe taunts, gesturing to the soaking mess you’ve become. He’s no better, water dripping down his face in rivulets, blinking the salt away from his eyes instinctively and pushing the wet hair back from his view.

“This is your fault, you know,” you tell him, but the complaint holds little water. He lets you splash him again, a full wave that hits against his chest, and you take another step closer to him—just close enough for him to hook a gangly leg around your own and pull you down, spinning gracefully and catching you just as your hair begins to fan out in the water. One arm holds securely under the middle of your back, while the other settles on your hip.

“You just can’t stay away from me, I know.” The smug confidence he wears is equally endearing and enraging. You begin to counter him with an asshole—, one hand moving up to poke his cheek, but before you can make contact he completely retracts his arms and you submerge with a shriek. When you come up moments later, coughing and spluttering in surprise, Childe is laughing so hard that he’s bent over with his hands on his knees. He’s completely unsuspecting, the perfect target for you to grab the back of his head and shove his face into the water, too.

Except, Childe topples over his own long legs, the two of you falling down messily and his head bumping against your knee as you land flat on your butt. He makes a face, rubbing his cheeks as he kneels. Despite how you joke around, it’s clear that the bump actually hurt, and you can’t help but feel a little pang of guilt at the genuine pain he displayed. Holding his head, Childe moves closer, until he’s easily looming over you with your hands braced against the sand and the water level just under your chin.

“You’re so difficult,” he sighs, your foreheads pressed together. The feeling of salt grinding between your skin is just on the edge of unpleasant, but nowhere near enough to make you back away. “Nearly gave me a black eye there.”

“Aren’t we both?” You smile in response, cupping a cool, wet hand over the cheek he’d hit on your leg. His eyes flutter closed, and he breathes out a sigh against your nose as tension visibly drains from his shoulders. It’s like the final traces of his daily life have fallen away with just your touch—gone is the hedonistic Childe, the calculating Tartaglia, leaving only the scattered fragments of a Snezhnayan boy far from home. Even at peace, there’s a longing in the way he looks at you—eyes wide as if in disbelief, unable to hold your gaze with all of his defenses stripped down.

“Yea. We are,” he concedes—so quiet that you barely make out the words over the sound of the wind and the soft movements of water. Difficult, and he’s right: nothing involving a Fatui Harbinger will ever be easy.

“I think you’re well worth the trouble,” you confess, letting your eyes meet his. They don’t shy away this time, there’s a blue fire blazing somewhere in the back of his soul that warms your cheeks and has your free hand clenching the sand underneath. Certainly well worth the trouble, for all of the moments he looks at you like this—holding the intensity of a thousand suns and all of the love and guidance offered by the moon, an entire universe dancing in his usually lifeless eyes.

And the trouble is most worth it when Ajax—not Childe, not Tartaglia, but Ajax, closes the miniscule gap and kisses you under the witness of the moon—you can be at ease.

“I am?” He teases, a whisper against your lips. You roll your eyes before the hand on his cheek slips to the back of his head, and you pull him close once more.

[someone1348]

Another one *mind blown!*

Haha anyways enough of me being werid here is a small fic because i feel soft today and its been a good day! Let's goooo!

People in this: Ler!Techno and Lee!Tommy

(PLATONIC!!!)

Plot: Baby Tommyint was left alone for Techno to babysit while phil and will went out to the store, what could go wrong

Tw: None this is so soft and adorable i can't

With that being said enjoyyyy :]

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Munchkin

It felt like a normal afternoon, wasting the day in his room, punching things, ploting ideas on how to over throw the government. You know the normal Techno things when,

"Tech! Im going out to the grocery store and im taking Will with me! You're in charge of Tommy while we're out! No killing him, hurting him, handing him dangrous objects or burning down the house while we're gone! K'?!"

No! This can't be happening! Technoblade jumped out of his bed rushing down the stairs to confront his dad and slightly younger brother.

"Woahwoahwoahwoah! You can't do this to me! You know how i am with kids! Me and children do not mix! Why can't you take him with you? Or Will stays and watches him while i go with you"

"Sorry Tech my mind is made up, we are leaving, now be nice and no murder got it"

"But-"

"Techhh"

"Ughhhhh fine! Fine! I wont punt the kid"

"Good, let's go will"

"Coming!" Will smirked at techo sticking out his tongue

Techno glared at him before waving the two off turning around to see the younger who had already reached out to touch Techno's long hair before retracting his hand back.

"No touch"

"Lame" the tiny blonde went to his room getting a cheese stick while techno rolled his eyes going to his own room down the hall

'This is going to be a long night'

Its not that Techno hated kids he just didn't know how to take care of them and that didn't sit well with him there was just something about em' he couldn't ever figure it out.

Not even two minutes later a small knock was placed on his door.

He sighed "yesssss"

"You're supposed to take care of me"

"And?" Techno said opening up the door

"And im bored so fix it, play with me!" the young one said staring up at the pink haired male

"Yeah no, fix it yourself bud im not playing with you"

Tommy rolled his eyes going downstairs hoisting himself with all his might onto the big couch rolling over onto one of the cushions just barley making it, catching his breath before turning on the tv to some cartoon he liked.

Tommy groaned annoyed from boredom and a bit sad that his big brother didn't wanna play with him.

Soon enough he began to cry a bit quickly whiping them away, he's a big man afterall he doesn't cry! But he just wants to play with his big brother.

Light footsteps approached the kid

"You cryin'?"

"N-no! I dont cry! Im a big man!"

"Mhm, come here" Techno sat next to the blonde pulling him into a hug

Techno didn't understand what was happening or what he just did but something in him was different, Tommy was family and no way in hell was he gonna let him cry.

He lightly sighed turning off the Tv "What do you wanna play butthead"

"PIRATES!!!"

The pinkette couldn't stop the growing smile on his face and he let this new found playful attitude take over him

'Ah what the hell what did he have to lose'

"Arggggg!" Techno said with his deep/raspy voice "prepare to walk the plank matey!"

"Argg no! Its you who walks the plank!" Tommy stood up pointing a pencil at techo

"Ah ha but that's were you're wrong see i also have defense!" He grabbed another pencil from the nearby coffee table pointing it eraser end at the kid as to not harm him with the sharp side

"Uhh whats the word? I dont know how to say it"

"On gaurd!"

"Yeahh!! Ha!" Baby Tommy said taking a swing at his older brother as the two slapped there pencils together like swords

"Boop! I win!!" Tommy said as he poked the pencil into Techno's chest

"Ahh nooo you got me!" Techno flopped down on his back snatching Tommy up in the process lifting him in the air and back down as he giggled up a storm.

Techno safely put the pencils back, drawing his attention back to his younger brother.

"You know stabbing me was not cool Tommy" Techno joked with the kid as Tommy's smile turned into a frown

"Sorry! I- i didn't-"

"You need to be careful who you mess with Tom's because they might come back to bite you!"

He swiftly picked up the kid again, as he squeaked, digging into his stomach soft enough to not hurt him of course but definitely enough to tickle alot

"EE! NAHAHAHAHA TEHEHEHE" the kid tried to say his name but couldn't which to that Techno smirked and continued his tickle attack.

"This is what happens when you mess with the wrong person kid" He lightly giggled and tickled the boys sides

"Eee! HAHAaha tehehechnoho! Stahahap!"

"Hmmmm nope! Tickletickletickletickle"

He teased the boy switching between his sides and stomach occasionally dipping quickly into his bellybutton to watch him squeak every so often.

"nahahAHAhahAH! tehe-HEHEheHEY!"

"Im gonna getcha'!"

"Nohohoho!"

The older squeezed his knee earning a quick kick before using the end of his long braided pink hair to tickle his neck

"Pfft ehehew get awahahay"

Techno laughed and wiggled the pink hair all over his face to keep him giggling

"Ehehewww it got in my mouth! Haha"

"Thats what you get punk" He ruffled the blonde's hair and sat him up straight.

"You want ice cream?"

The boy's eyes lit up and he nodded rapidly

"Okay okahay let's go" he carried the boy with one hand to the kitchen making a small bowl of ice cream with whipped cream and a cherry.

"Thank you Technooo!"

"Anytime Munchkin, but you can't tell Phil or Will about this Okay?"

The boy nodded shoving a spoonful into his mouth.

As the boy finished techno put the bowl in the sink filling it with water.

The door opened

"We're home!!"

"DAD! WILL!!" the youngest ran out to greet his family hugging their legs tightly

"Welcome back"

"How was it?"

"Really good actually"

"Yeahh!" The kid agreed jumping up and down.

"Good im glad that's great news, maybe i should leave you two alone more often"

"Sounds good to me"

"Im shocked" Will said laughing a bit

"Ha ha you're hilarious" Techno said in his usual sarcastic tone

"Tech Tech can we play again pleaseeeeeee"

"Its getting late we will play tomorrow yeah?"

"Ughhh willlll can we please play piano gameee pleaseee"

"You heard the man it's getting late go to bed Champ"

"Okayyyyy G'night Techno! G'night Dadza! G'night Willl!"

"Goodnight Munchkin'" Techno ruffled the boy's hair before pushing him lightly making him giggle and ran to his room.

"Munchkin?" Phil said smirking

"Oh shut your mouth old man"

"You wanna go tech"

"Uhhhhh ha ha ill be in my room it was nice! Goodnight everyone ha ha ha-ZOOM!" he ran out and nervously laughed as Phil laughed and and smiled

"You'll get him one day dadza"

"Oh i plan on it as soon as the fucker wakes up"

"Hahaha"

"You're not safe either will" he smirked at him as will booked it to his room too

"Hahaha"

Phil smiled and walked to his room leaving on the bathroom light for Tommy.

"Goodnight boys!"

"Night dad!!"

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Please! This was so adorable to make im definitely making a part two! I hope y'all enjoyed :]

[errorpeachy]

hewwo peachy !!💞 Hope you are doing well hehe :)) and Christmas is coming up, idk bout u but I’m honestly excited !!😄anyways can I please request prompts #2, #3, #6, #8, #11, #13, #17, #20, #22, and #25 all for killua (he’s aged up btw) for ur Christmas special ??👉🏻��🏻and it’s okay please take your time on this, I don’t wanna rush you I understand !!😅Also heres a fun fact: I actually write almost all your fan fics you’ve done of killua in my journal so I could keep em as a momento because I like them a lot🥰I enjoy writing as well too tehe :D

My goodness, you’re so sweet! This took super long, so my apologies, but this is the most I’ve ever written for a request! I hope you like it! ~🍑💞

Pairing: Killua x gn! reader

Tags: @crispycrimebrulee @kenmakozumeswifey @juiceboxesheadcanons @mxuzu @gloom-imagines @to-move-on-means-to-grow @dukinaxael @chxcolxtemilk @teel-dinosaur

Prompt(s): #2, “It’s freezing, come cuddle me.”, #3, “I’m wrapping your presents, get out.”, #6, “I’m no genius, but I think we’re supposed to kiss if there’s a mistletoe above us.”, #8, “‘Tis the season, bitch! Gimme kiss!”, #11, “Baby, I love you, but please get down from that ladder. I’ll hang the lights myself.”, #13, “You look so cute curled up in a blanket like that.” #17, “These lights are almost as beautiful as you.”, #20, “Yes I got us matching Christmas sweaters, and yes, we’re wearing them to the party.”, #22, “I got you something you’ll love. Open it.”, and #25, “My favorite gift is you. It’s not cheesy! Shut up!”

cw: none!

You never considered how cold winter could get when you were by yourself. However, now that you were living with your white-haired boyfriend, the cold was more apparent then ever. Usually, you were able to go cuddle him if you got too cold, but he had holed himelf up in your shared bedroom, refusing to come out for a while. You were currently buried in blankets, desperately trying to stay warm as you waited for him.

Getting tired of his absence, you stood up and made your way to the bedroom. You threw the door open without a word, walking over to him as he tried to hide your presents. “Idiot! I’m wrapping your presents, get out!” He shouted at you, before blinking as you simply plopped yourself onto his lap without a word. “It’s freezing. Cuddle me.” You said, leaning against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “What a big baby.” He said, laughing as you frowned at him. “I was just tired of waiting.” You muttered, closing your eyes.

He shoved the wrapping paper aside with one hand, gently rubbing circles into your back. “You look so cute curled up in a blanket like that.” He said softly, laying his head against your own. Snickering, you poked his side. “Shut up, you simp.”

He twitched angrily. “That’s it, get off.”

“No!”

『••✎••』

You threw the door to the house open, startling your boyfriend as you strolled in with his younger sister. Grinning, you tossed your bags onto the couch and leaned over to him. “‘Tis the season, bitch! Now gimme kiss!” You shouted, watching him playfully roll his eyes as he did what you asked. Alluka set her bags on the table, smiling at you two before clearing her throat.

“Y/N-Chan and I bought a bunch of decorations!” She said excitedly, pulling out sets upon sets of lights to decorate the outside of the house. “Onii-Chan, you’ll help us decorate yeah?” She asked, looking over at him with her big blue eyes. He cringed before sighing. “Of course I will.” He said, smiling as she clapped her hands.

You held a finger up, digging around in one of the bags before pulling out two sweaters. They were atrocious, with sparkles and puff-balls all over the front. He cringed, looking at you for an explanation. You grinned. “Yes, I got us matching Christmas sweaters, and yes, we are wearing them to the party.” You said, referencing Gon’s ugly sweater party that was in a few days. He sighed, getting up and taking one from you. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” He said, flicking your head before setting the sweater on the coffee table and going to help Alluka.

You walked over to the two, unrolling the lights from the huge plastic holder and untangling them along the way. Alluka smiled, opening the door and pulling the pile outside the house. You grabbed a ladder from the storage closet, pulling it outside and standing on it, shouting for Alluka to start handing you clips. The two of you worked as a team while Killua cleaned up the house inside, going around the house and clipping up the lights.

Killua walked out after finishing up, staring at you for a second before immediately grabbing the ladder with a hand. “Baby, I love you, but please get down from the ladder. I’ll hang the lights myself.” He said, causing you to pout as Alluka flared at him. “Are you calling Y/N-Chan clumsy?” She asked, causing you to cross your arms and nod along. “Yeah, are you calling me clumsy?” You agreed, causing him to roll his eyes. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m calling you. Now get down.” He said, causing you to grumble and climb off the ladder. He laughed, kissing your head as he climbed up it and started to clip on lights in your place.

Once the two sibling finished up, you rushed over to the outside plug. You and Alluka counted down excitedly before plugging the lights in, stepping over to where Killua was and hugging the two siblings. He held your waist once you let go of Alluka, turning pink. “These lights are almost as beautiful as you.” He said softly, causing you to blush.

“Ewww, that was so cheesy, Onii-Chan!” Alluka shouted, causing you to burst out laughing. Killua turned red, spluttering excuses. “Who asked you?!” He shouted, causing Alluka to giggle.

“She’s kinda right-“

“Shut up!”

『••✎••』

The Freecss household was lovely as you made your way through the hallways, desperately attempting to find your boyfriend. He had disappeared with his long-time friend after greeting him at the door, leaving you to hang out with Alluka and Kurapika.

Frowning, you let out a noise of surprise as you bumped into someone in the hallway. You apologized, quickly attempting to move to the side before getting grabbed by the shoulders. You looked up, coming eye-to-eye with your blue-eyed boyfriend. You grinned, grabbing his wrists. “I was looking for you everywhere!” You exclaimed, pausing as you saw him point up. Following his finger, you stared at the leaves with red berries that hung in the hallway.

“Now, I’m no genius, but I think we’re supposed to kiss if there’s a mistletoe above us.” He said, causing you to snort at his sarcasm. Rolling your eyes, you leaned up to give him a gentle kiss. You heard whistling, causing you to turn and meet eyes with a certain doctor. You snickered, rolling your eyes as you greeted him and rushed off with Killua.

Later on, Gon called everyone into the living room for presents. Alluka was by far spoiled, with mounds of presents from the main four and you. Kurapika had received many practical things, including a sewing kit for his Kurta uniform. Leorio had gotten medical books, which made him excited as he didn’t want to spend the money on them himself. Gon had gotten a new fishing rod, courtesy of you and Killua. Your present for Killua had been new grip tape for his skateboard and some chocobots, which made him infinitely happy. Finally, it was your turn to open gifts. You had gotten a drawing of Killua, you, and Alluka from the younger sister, a book from Kurapika, a pretty crystal necklace from Gon (which he made himself), and some new clothes from Leorio. Your boyfriend was last, and he cockily handed you his rather large present.

“I got you something you’ll love. Open it.” He said, causing you to grin as you tore the wrapping paper open. Opening the box, you were met with a new skateboard, grip tape already on and your favorite color at the bottom of it. You grinned at him, knowing exactly what he was about to say.

“You had mentioned wanting to learn, and I didn’t want to lend you mine all the time, so I got you that. I can teach you.” He explained, causing you to hug him. “Awww, Killua you’re so sweet!” You exclaimed, causing everyone to laugh at his flushed face. Winking, you poked his cheek. “At the end of the day, my favorite gift is you.” You said.

His face fell, a blank expression gracing his features. “That was so lame and cheesy.”

You gasped, offended. “It is NOT cheesy! Shut up!”

Everyone laughed, amused by the two of you’s antics. And for once, everything was right.

Everything was okay.