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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫-𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐱 𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫! 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲! Ubuyashiki sends you and Tomioka on an important mission. However, you both need to get... creative... to fulfill your task and make it back in one piece.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! female bodied reader, smut, intoxication (sex dust), fingering, pet name use (baby), rough + raw sex, creampie.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5.3k words...

𝐚/𝐧: i had the bright idea of Tomioka turning into lowk a soft dom with the help of an aphrodisiac ;^). enjoy! (divider: @cafekitsune)

"Be well my children, please return to us safely," Master Ubuyashiki replied, dismissing the two Pillars in front of him to begin their journey down to the Garment District.

"Yes master, of course," You answered, both you and Tomioka rising from your deep bows.

Currently, at the Ubuyashiki estate, you, [L/n] [F/n], and Tomioka Giyuu, were summoned by Master Ubuyashiki due to a troubling alert from a village near the Demon Slayer headquarters. The threat entailed a demon who wiped out several smaller villages nearby, each in the span of a night, simply with the ability to reduce multitudes of people into a trance-like state. This time, it found its way to a larger village crucial to the garment supply for the Demon Slayer headquarters, already devastating a handful of other closely connected communities.

Many slayers were dispatched in earlier stages of the threat, but none have returned from their missions. The common result was dismembered slayers deep within the forest, or locals dropping dead to the ground from sheer exhaustion first, before being eaten unconsciously. Villages would report signs of a sweet-smelling scent and barely translucent fog emanating from deep in the forest, with even slight ingestion of it causing overwhelming heat and physical excitement. It was a tricky task, not only wiping out a notorious demon but fighting an invisible foe, its blood demon art.

It was decided that two Pillars, close in rank would go investigate the issue and dispose of the threat immediately before the demon made its appearance by nightfall. Knowing you were already acquainted with your fellow Pillar, Ubuyashiki decided Tomioka's calm and calculated attitude complimented your quick initiative and undying drive. Over the past few months, you had begun to bring him out of his isolated shell. By befriending him, it led him to open up more, having a noticeable effect on the other Pillars as well. Leave it to Light Pillar [F/n]'s radiating beauty, and soft, bubbly demeanor to finally melt his cold exterior.

This was not the first mission the two of you have gone on, however. A similar, and even longer tactical mission preceded this one, so naturally, you held no qualms about working with Tomioka once more. He was super thoughtful and charming, albeit a bit quiet, but never gave you any glaring issues to worry about. Despite you both bumping heads from time to time due to your more extroverted personality, Tomioka came to appreciate the friendly dynamic you shared.

Exiting the premises, your eyes pointed to the sky, watching both of your crows circle around each other before calling out to you, directing your path. At your side, Giyuu set a brisk pace while you matched him, turning back to wave a cheery "Goodbye!" to a few of the other Pillars gathered at the gate to send you off.

You were prepared to complete your duty as a Pillar, ending the incessant destruction of the Smoke demon that hid in the forest.

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It was 30 minutes before midnight, the exact time when the first waves of translucent fog would start to seep into the village. After reserving temporary lodging, you and Tomioka had gone into the forest, listening for the hissing whispers that would urge locals and Slayers alike deeper into the looming trees and dense foliage. The demon would coax its victims into the darkness, promising their sweetest desires whilst intoxicating them with smoke. By the time they would reach the owner of the voice, it would be too late. The once straight path would become eternally long, with no discernible way out. One would have already lost control of their limbs and basic motor functions, unable to fight back, or even tear their eyes away from the horrifying sight of a ravenous demon.

The plan was to entrap the smoke demon during its preparations to disperse the poison. The safety of the villagers came first, so eliminating the demon's ability to use its blood art was key. After locating it, you were to disable and behead the demon without casualties and make it out of the supposed never-ending forest. You and Tomioka concealed your breathing techniques in order to mask your presence, diving straight into combat from the shadows. You watched as the figure of a woman morphed into a creature built from the forest terrain. It was a disfigured humanoid shape, with vines slithering up her body, full of flowers you assumed held the contents of that sweet-smelling fog. By catching it off guard, you were able to render quick slices with your blade along her limbs, severing not only the flowers but whatever body part was unlucky enough to be underneath.

Your attack proved to be effective, but not without consequences. Instead of regenerating a new limb, the gaping hole swole up with a giant flower, shooting its mist directly into your face, and throwing you several meters back. Breathing it in so densely almost paralyzed your lungs from shock. You coughed and sputtered, as you hit the ground. Driving your sword into the dirt, you steadied yourself to rise to your feet, keeping a faint eye out for any further strikes, but watched as Tomioka swooped in to sever the newly formed appendage. It caught on, sending a few puffs of smoke his way as he effortlessly weaved between them, closing the distance. Finally finding an opening, Tomioka drove his nichirin sword into the shoulder of the demon, using his water-breathing form to slice across, effectively taking its head off its shoulders. However, hoping to make a grand exit, the demon's fallen limbs burst into smoke, shrouding the area with airborne poison before vaporizing. Tomioka had already taken a heavy couple of breaths before slamming his haori to his nose, trying to prevent further smoke inhalation.

"Curse you Slayers... I would have torn apart your headquarters by now... if it weren't for your meddling swordsmen," The demon spat, choking bitterly from being beheaded.

Her body began to burn and vaporize underneath the bright moonlight, the poisonous secretions from her skin dispersing into the air. There was soon nothing left of her, not even the long, extravagant, robes she adorned herself with.

Tomioka's chest heaved from fatigue, drops of sweat running down his temple. He watched sternly as all traces of the demon disappeared, before releasing a long exhale. It was now eerily quiet, the long assault finally over. You both had succeeded, protecting a village from total annihilation once more.

Before getting a chance to celebrate, he felt a certain light-headedness seize him, forcing him to take a step back to regain his balance. The mist that was now vanishing had managed to up the temperature of the surrounding area by a few degrees. It was a little unnerving, but he realized you both would have to endure whatever effects may result from ingesting various amounts of the demon's blood art. It was non-lethal, with the worst side effect reported to be dropping unconscious. He would stay in close proximity to you for the rest of the night, deciding it was better to monitor your reaction since you took most of the damage.

Pulling himself together, he turned his attention to you in the distance.

You stood several feet away, hunched over, unable to move as the stiffening heat encased every fiber of your being.

Your knees buckled underneath you as you felt your body's heat intensify. There was a sinister warmth pooling between your legs and shooting up your spine. You knew it was too late to hope to reverse the demon's blood art, so you doubled down, deciding to bear it. You tried your best to steady your breath as you sank to the ground, your heartbeat hammering in your ribcage while the effects of the fog settled into your body.

"[F/N]!" Giyuu's strained voice called out to you, regardless if you could hear him or not. He had missed most of the demon's final smoke attack, but started to feel his chest tighten at the sight of you on your knees, breathing heavily. He was nearly exhausted making his way over to you, but after seeing you ingest so much smoke, there was nothing more important in this moment than making sure you were okay. He would get you out of here safely if it was the last thing he did. Protecting you was the final part of his mission.

It was then as if the temperature of the area skyrocketed. As Tomioka approached you, the air grew thick, and time slowed down as everything grew hazy around him. He could only really hear how hard he was breathing, and his focus was lasered in on your figure, wanting to make it to you as quickly as possible. As his footsteps grew closer, you hurriedly outstretched your arm towards him, aiming to halt his advances.

"No! Don't come any closer!" You cried out, panicking because you knew what was happening to you. This poison... resembled the effects of an aphrodisiac, however, almost hundreds of times more potent than a natural one. You didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of your fellow Pillar, the state you were in could put you both in a very compromising position. Regardless, Tomioka ignored your warning and pushed on, soon dropping to his knees with a 'thud' at your lefthand side.

"Are you alright?!" His sturdy hands came up to grip your shoulders, a worried expression all over his face. "Do you feel anything?" He questioned you.

Your body felt hot all over, and his touches were scalding, you needed him away from you before it was too late. You tried to turn away from him, avoiding his eyes, but his grip was unwavering, holding you in place.

"Get away from me. ...Please Giyuu," you quietly begged him, unable to explain what was making you so flustered. You brought a hand to his chest, slightly pushing him away to maintain your distance. A shade of pink dusted your cheeks as you felt his eyes scan your body, examining you so closely.

"Not until you tell me what's happening," he insisted, suddenly fixated on the way your chest heaved as you took in deep breaths.

"It's just, really, really hot," you half-lied. A light layer of sheen was starting to gather on your forehead, and you reached up to unbutton the first few buttons of your collar.

"Here, take this off," He insisted, quickly reaching over to slide off your haori, and placing your sword with it on the ground next to you. His haori joined yours as he too, tried to escape the heat creeping up his legs, spine, and into his face and chest.

You fanned yourself to no avail, closing your eyes to ignore the growing pulsating feeling of your nether regions. Taking off your haori proved to be useless, as you expected. You would do almost anything to relieve this maddening sensation all over your body and just prayed that Giyuu was in a better position than you right now. What good would it do if you were both like this? You couldn't help but let your mind wander, giving an inkling of attention to the idea of how you both could help each other out.

"I feel like... it's getting worse," Giyuu interrupted your thoughts, his breaths becoming more and more labored as seconds passed on. He scanned the area looking for any signs of life before it hit him that the never-ending forest path you two were stuck in must've been tied to the demon's blood art as well. Although the demon's life had been taken, and all effects should have ceased by now, it still persisted, locking the both of you in a trance-like state, still affecting your perception of your surroundings. Until it wore off, there was no escape for either of you.

His eyes darted back to you, still full of concern. If he was unable to get you both out of here, he could at least find some way to help you.

"[F/n]. You need to tell me what you're feeling, maybe there's a way to reverse this. But, I don't... I don't remember there being an antidote...," Giyuu was unable to piece any of his thoughts together. It was starting to become increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything at all. Anything other than how... how beautiful you looked right now. Your eyes were trained on the ground, but he still lingered on the way your lashes fluttered open and closed. And the way your pretty lips were agape, sucking in short breaths. Your quiet whimpers triggered something sleeping deep within him, with the sound of your voice making his dick twitch to life in his uniform.

'It can't be....,' a very suggestive thought flickered in Giyuu's mind as he started to vaguely grasp what he was feeling. If the effects of the poison turned out to be what he thought it was, it would be an embarrassingly long amount of hours before the two of you made it out of this forest.

"It's the blood demon art... it's supposed to make you...," You trailed off, unable to finish your sentence. You were starting to not trust your own voice. You didn't even know what to say. You couldn't bring yourself to tell him, 'by the way Tomioka, this might be sex dust. we're supposed to start fucking to get rid of it.' Poor dude probably thinks there's an antidote somewhere. Unbeknownst to you, it just clicked in his brain what he needed to do. And as the water Pillar, it was his duty to do what he must to protect others. Especially a friend like you, a beautiful swordswoman at his side.

"It's alright, we can figure this out. I just need you to trust me." He cut you off calmly, moving behind you and leaning against a tree a couple of inches away.

"Huh? What're you...," you started, squeaking as Giyuu pulled your back taught to his chest in a tight embrace, knees on either side, effectively trapping you. Reaching around to your front, he began indiscriminately popping open the rest of the buttons to your uniform jacket. You were only in your bindings underneath, which barely held up after the intense fight with the demon. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, the way he was glued to your backside. You knew the effects of the aphrodisiac had finally caught up to him, feeling him clench his teeth as his jaw was pressed to your temple. He slipped your jacket off, adding it to the pile of discarded clothes on the ground.

"Hold on!" You wailed, nervousness choking you up completely. What was he doing? There was no way the quiet, stone-cold Giyuu Tomioka would participate in such erotic acts, even if it meant failing to return from a mission. You honestly didn't even think he had it in him to be so boldly sexual. You underestimated the level of carnal lust he had been holding back, simply to not disturb the peace of your friendship.

"I know I can help you, [f/n]. Forgive me," He exhaled, propping a finger under your chin to tilt your head back up toward him. His eyes were a shade darker, but you could see the traces of concern and desperation etched into his features. He leaned forward to lock his lips with yours, snaking a hand behind your head to nestle in your hair. His lips were soft and warm as he kissed you. You hesitated but moved your lips in sync as his tongue licked your bottom lip. Your mouth parted almost immediately, allowing his tongue to enter, tangling with yours. His tongue pushed into your mouth, hotly sucking on yours as he lightly moaned into the kiss. Seconds later, he pulled away with a quiet exhale, drinking in the sight of you with your face flushed and lips now swollen and pink.

"These need to come off though," he sighed with disapproval, motioning towards your feet.

A hand slid down your leg, lifting it up to slip off your Geta sandal. Reaching over to your other leg, he popped off your remaining shoe.

"Are those...?" his breath was caught in his throat as he trailed his hands up your legs and lifted up your skirt, revealing the thigh-high socks you wore under your uniform.

You groaned as you felt Giyuu's palms slide over the tops of your thighs and slip underneath your uniform skirt, hands finding their way to the cotton material of your socks.

"And definitely these too..." He sighed by your ear, his voice so deep it almost held a growl.

Your breath hitched as you felt two thumbs hook under your socks, intent on pushing them down your legs. Even in your hazy, lust-drunken state, you realized your socks were still connected to your panties by thin garter clips. By pulling your socks down, he could end up pulling your already-soaked panties down with them. Your resolve was already crumbling in this compromising position, but the risk of being exposed would shatter it completely. You were fighting off this 'poison' the best you could, but Tomioka's heated breath right next to your ear and slowly hardening length against the curve of your ass wasn't making it any easier.

"G-Giyuu! Enough! 'Hng... you- you can't!" You panted frantically. Your hands wrapped around and strained against both of his wrists, heart thumping wildly as you watched him struggle to inch your socks down.

"Just... Just let me take these off. You're overheating," Giyuu breathed, lowering his chin into the crook of your right shoulder. "It'll make you feel better... I can make you feel better."

Despite his nonchalant demeanor, Tomioka found himself somehow falling deeper and deeper into intoxication, the remnants of the perfumed poison wafting off of you in sickly sweet-smelling waves. He couldn't help but inhale your scent deeply, quickly becoming addicted to it. His eyes were low, clouded in a dark lust as he felt his self-control splintering the more you pressed up against him, trying to preserve your dignity and hide your embarrassment. His tongue snaked out from between his lips, dragging a small stripe from the crook of your neck to your ear. He felt you shudder harshly beneath him as he kitten-licked the shell of your ear.

"Please... you can't..," you whined, your pleas falling on deaf ears as the water Pillar had his way with you, already successfully dragging your socks down more than halfway. Your strength was no match for his, which had you biting your bottom lip frustratedly, feeling the effects of the poison diminish your motivation to resist. You watched as your garters moved down your legs from underneath your skirt, tightly fastened to your panties as they were pulled down with them.

"B-But my underwear-!" You helplessly stammered, as Giyuu lifted one of your legs after the other, slowly peeling the items of clothing off one by one. A patch of wetness could be seen dead in the center of your undergarment and caught his eye immediately as he watched it be pulled along. A trail of your slick coated your thighs, Giyuu's mouth watering at the sight.

"Oh. But you're already so wet down there... just let me help [f/n]... please," he softly groaned into your ear, his voice so desperate, full of need. You shivered as the air hit your barely covered cunt, and you snapped your knees together, trying to conceal yourself the best you could.

"Giyuu..." you started, feeling his large, rough hands slide back up underneath your skirt. Snaking his hand in between your thighs, he spread them open, allowing him more access. There was nothing to separate him from your bare pussy, and he let himself drag a hesitant finger up your quivering slit. A strangled moan escaped you as his fingers gathered your slick, and used it to rub smooth circles around your clit.

"Oh! Fuck...," you quietly cursed, feeling yourself jerk and twitch from sudden pleasure as Tomioka gave you attention exactly where you needed it the most. You couldn't hide how badly you needed him to touch you, knowing how embarrassingly quick it would be for you to come undone. You arched more into him, lolling your head to the side as his slow circles on your bud brought you deeper into madness. Against your wishes, your hips ground into his fingers and into his erection behind you, chasing your high.

"That's it [f/n], I got you," he purred, moving his other hand that he used to steady your hip to trace your slit once more. You felt a finger breach your entrance, and you grabbed his forearms to steady your jolting body.

"'Hng,... Ah!" you moaned loudly, gasping as he curled his finger inside your dripping heat, pushing it deeper until he found a spongy spot along your velvety walls. You almost leapt out of his arms, the way he prodded your g-spot so fiercely, your mind melting into a hazy goo, unable to think straight. You were practically immobilized with pleasure, letting out a whine when he added a second finger, and soon a third, stretching you out. His pace around your clit quickened, never faltering even with the added stimulation. Your pussy was drooling around his fingers, the squelching noises so vulgar to your ears. However, it was music to his.

Tomioka nipped and sucked at your exposed neck, shuddering as your sweet cries reached his ears. You were almost at your limit, he could feel you squeezing sporadically around him. It was almost devilish how much he enjoyed you falling apart in his hands. He just wanted to help you feel better, of course, so happy the way your swollen pussy clung to his fingers. With a few more rubs of your clit, you felt it. The pressure that was steadily building up in your abdomen was careening over the edge.

"W-Wait! Giyuu...! 'm cumming... gonna...!" You couldn't finish your sentence as the pressure exploded, sending you straight into the clouds. Your eyes rolled upwards, and your pussy spasmed and gushed around his fingers as you came hard. You shook in his arms, quietly cursing and moaning his name. Tomioka continued to finger-fuck you through your orgasm, relishing in the way you moaned his name as you came. He was rock hard, his cock straining painfully now against his uniform pants. He wanted nothing more than to feel himself inside you, hoping it could relieve the unbearable sexual frustration you were both suffering from.

As you panted, slowly coming down from your high, Giyuu slipped his hands away from your cunt to tear off his jacket, now allowing the both of you to be skin-to-skin. You still had your bindings halfway on, but you were soaking through your skirt, even creating a damp spot where the curve of your ass met his print. Giyuu had already slipped off his shoes, finding a place for his hands around your waist. You released a shaky breath as you felt his hands rub circles at your sides.

"Are...are you feeling better?" He asked lowly, peering over your shoulder at the bindings that were slowly unraveling around your tits. His hands mindlessly came up to grope them softly, palming them in slow circles.

"Y-Yes," you breathed, unable to wrap your head around how hard he just made you cum with his fingers. The heat momentarily dwindled, before returning with the stimulation at your chest. You had the shortest window of relief before being reminded that you needed more. It wasn't enough. You needed to help him too, the only way you knew how. His method was working after all.

"Giyuu... I think I need more," you mumbled, relaxing into his touches. His fingers came up to peel off your bindings, exposing your nipples to the air. He took each one in his index and thumb, lightly pulling and tweaking them. You jerked, shock and pleasure shooting through you.

He was at your earlobe licking, then sucking and kissing the soft skin down the side of your neck.

"I know baby, ...how much more? Tell me what you want," he sighed, drunken on how perfect and sexy you were like this. He almost wasn't sure how much of himself was being influenced by the aphrodisiac, you already drove him crazy internally. Eventually, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back anymore. The way you regarded him so sweetly always, he found himself drawn to you, appreciating your friendship. He could only yearn for you, wanting to take you every time your touches lingered on his arm, or sparred with him, or was in his presence. He wanted to show you just how much he wanted you.

"I want you... to fuck me," you moaned, ignoring how desperate your request may have came out. You just couldn't bear it any longer, you needed him to make you feel good. You needed him inside you until you couldn't think straight.

Giyuu wasted no time and brought his legs in, lifting you into his lap with a strong arm. He turned your head to collide mouths, hastily deepening the kiss. His tongue was back inside your mouth fiercely, mixing your saliva with his, and pulling back a bit to run it over your puffy lips. With an arm still supporting your back, he placed you onto his outstretched haori on the ground, him now on top of you. He broke the kiss, a thin string of spit connecting your lips before snapping. Giyuu slid his hands up the back of your thighs, placing both of your legs over his shoulders. Reaching down, he popped open the buttons of his trousers and hooked his thumb underneath, pulling them down with his undergarments and freeing his cock. You glanced into the space between your bodies, watching as his dick, long and heavy with considerable girth, twitched to life. It slightly curved, and his tip was angrily flushed, precum dribbling from his slit. Your mouth watered a little at the sight. You could feel how big it was from his print, but seeing his dick in all its naked glory was a different story. You were calculating if it would even fit, unaware that Tomioka watched your expression morph into one of dumbfoundedness. He lowered himself, placing an arm next to your head, to press a chaste kiss to your cheek, and one on your lips.

"You can take it... right?" He whispered into your ear and gave a tentative roll of his hips, sliding his tip over your slick folds. His cock dipped lightly into and out of your entrance and slipped right over your clit.

"Ah...! Yes-!" You gasped, feeling the head of his cock breach your entrance. He pushed a few inches into you, your pussy already squeezing him tightly. You felt him groan, drawling out your name in a soft whisper.

"So fucking... tight...," Tomioka shuddered, tensing up to keep him from creaming inside your needy cunt so quickly. "How could you keep this from me..?" He closed his eyes, enjoying every second his cock slowly pushed an inch inside of you.

"Ohh...! Keep going p-please!" You babbled, needing him to hurry and fill you up, even if the pressure opening up your little hole was overwhelming. The effects of the poison still craved more and more, having no regard for logic, just urging you to be pounded into.

"Gods...," he breathed, with quick two thrusts fully splitting you open and seating him deeper than you could have imagined inside you. He stilled for a moment, letting you feel every twitch, as you throbbed around him. You were situated in a mating press, thighs to your chest, as Tomioka angled his hips to kiss his tip at your cervix. Your head reeled from total satisfaction, despite the painful stretch, and your voice was caught in your throat as you felt him, finally, filling up your aching pussy. You almost couldn't get enough of his body being on yours, wrapping your arms around his neck and screwing your eyes shut. Slowly dragging his full length from out your pussy, you felt every vein on his cock as he moved, already whining and nipping at his neck to be stuffed again. He couldn't bare to turn to show you how wide his pupils were blown, beads of sweat forming at his temple as his last strings of self-restraint started to snap.

"I'm gonna start moving now," Giyuu murmured lowly, almost as a warning to brace yourself.

"H-Hurry, Ngh-!" you cried as he snapped his hips forward, plunging into your velvety heat once more. With a firm grip on your calf, he set a brutal pace, pounding into you with every sharp roll of his pelvis. Your pussy drooled and creamed around him as he rearranged your insides, echoing obscene skin-slapping sounds when his heavy balls met the curve of your ass.

"Fuck... you keep sucking me in like that...," he hissed, losing himself in your pretty cunt.

His cock head continually prodded your cervix, constantly rubbing along your g-spot, sending you barreling towards your second release. His head rose to watch your face, long wisps of jet-black hair running awry. He loved watching your tits bounce as he roughly fucked you, the sight fulfilling his most carnal desires. He watched as quiet praises fell from your lips, barely coherent with how cock-drunk you became, and your eyes fluttered open and closed, unable to hold eye contact, your nerves firing off on every end. His eyes flickered to where your two bodies met, eyeing the creamy ring your pussy pushed down the base of his member the deeper he thrust into you. He let out staggered grunts feeling himself approach his high quickly with the way your cunt swallowed his dick relentlessly. He wanted you to cum again, all over his dick this time, and felt the urge to breed his seed deep into you, only if you would let him. His hand abandoned the back of your knee to snake down your abdomen and find its way to your puffy clit. After rubbing several quick circles on your nub, he felt the siren's call of your approaching orgasm, your cunt starting to spasm around his length. You peered up at him through teary eyes, mouth falling open.

"I-I think I'm... 'm cumming... 'm cumming... fuckk, " you braced yourself as your vision exploded with stars, your mind-numbing climax tearing through you with a strangled cry. Your pussy squirted your release, dripping down your ass and wetting him from his balls to the tops of his thighs. You called out Tomioka's name with a sob as he fucked you steadily through your orgasm. His resolve finally cracked as he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Just like that baby... I'm almost... almost there," he stammered, clenching his teeth as he watched you come down exhaustedly, your doe eyes low and tired.

"Inside... n-need you to cum inside me...," you whispered up at him, using the last of your strength to urge him impossibly deeper. It was such a filthy request that he was more than happy to oblige, as his thrusts morphed into, deep, sultry rolls of his hips. He ground into your cunt a few more times before pushing inside you one last time, his tip spurting warm cum up against your cervix. His body shook, chest heaving hard as he breathed out a string of curses, drowning in the intensity of his climax. You both panted heavily for a moment, feeling the brain fog finally start to dissipate.

Sliding out of you with a quiet "damn," his eyes locked on your pussy as his own semen spilled from your hole, trailing down your sex. The two of you had just gone at it like rabbits, both sheepishly smiling as Tomioka lowered your aching legs. There were no words to describe how utterly satisfying it was to succumb to the urges of the aphrodisiac.

"I think," you said in between breaths, "We might have to just continue this later... indoors...," suddenly reminded of your place on the forest floor.

"Yeah, ... I agree."

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'Save It - 01'

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Pairing. boss!Jay x Fem!secretary!reader

Genre. Co-workers to lovers, smut

Warnings. Unprotected sex, neck sucking, making out, over-stimulation

Sypnosis. Jay was the fuckboy in college, such a playboy that he almost ran out of girls to hook up with. But once he inherited his father’s company, he’d changed. 3 years into being a professional CEO and then you walked through those doors, making him fall at first sight. All his plans collapsed once he found out that his rival, Lee Heeseung, was best friends with you ever since. There were many reasons for him to let go of you, including his parents- but his endless love for you said otherwise.

A/n: I thought of something different this time, look forward to the second part!

Your alarm rang for the third time today, so you (half dead) looked at the time- only to find out that you were late… again.

“7:40! Shit I’m late”

You got out of bed and got dressed in a span of 10 minutes. This wasn’t the first time you were late for work and that also meant there were higher chances of you getting fired. You got into the car, forgetting that your toothbrush was in your mouth. Once you arrived you noticed your boss’s car- he was about to get down. You ran in your 2 inch heels and made it just in time to open the door for him.

“Good morning Mr. Park” you smiled, trying not to show that you were panting.

“If you are going to be late and try to hide it, at least run faster Ms. Y/n” he said coldly.

“Yes sir, it won’t happen again” you looked down ashamed and watched him walk inside the building.

“Did you run here?” Your co-worker Mark teasingly said.

“Shut up Mark,” you replied.

“Mhm you definitely overslept,” Mark continued.

“Well what do you expect? The party finished at 2:30 am yesterday!” you complained.

“Damn…how does Mr. Park get up on time?”

“I know right? He's not human” you conclude.

“And you decided to be his secretary… how fun” Mark said as he handed you a cup of coffee.

“Yeah… fun" you sulk, taking the coffee in your hands.

You and Mark hit it off the first time the both of you started working together. You were Jay’s secretary while Mark was his second in command. Mark handled all the business documents and upcoming projects, except he didn’t have to follow Jay around like you did.Your feet hurt and were bleeding due to the wounds you got while running in your heels. You sighed and took a seat next to Mark. You and Mark’s table was outside Mr. Park’s office, he could directly see the both of you outside, which is creepy but most of the time the blinds were closed.

“You okay?” Mark notices you massaging your foot.

“Yeah- no my feet hurt”

“From losing your marathon?” he laughs.

“Can you not?” You laugh along.

Your laughing was interrupted by the beep on your desk telephone.

“Ms. Y/n please come in here, and bring your mobile phone” Jay commands you.

You exchanged looks with Mark on the phone part. You made your way to his office.

“Yes sir”

“Tomorrow we are going to set up a meeting with the Sim corporation. And we are going to stay the night there, I hope I don’t need to-”

“Uhh…what was it after you said 'tomorrow'?” You tried to catch up with him but he was speaking too fast.

“This was why I asked you to bring your phone…to take notes”

“Right...sorry sir” You mumbled and took note.

“Is that all sir?” you asked

“Yes” he said and you take your leave until-

“Please don’t wear heels if you can’t walk in them” he coldly says while sipping coffee.

You stop in your tracks and curse yourself for walking like a clown.

“I’m sorry sir, It won’t happen agai-"

“Again? I hope so" he completed your sentence while looking deeply into your eyes, which made a shiver run down your spine.

The next morning you woke up early to get ready. The weather was boiling hot, it was like you were trapped in an oven. You look at your long sleeve blouses and jackets, it felt like a 100 degrees outside and while everyone could wear short sleeve tops and t-shirts… you couldn’t. You arrive on time and 15 minutes later your boss’s car pulls up in front of you.

“Good morning sir, I apologize for the meeting being canceled”

The meeting with Sim corporation had been canceled by the president himself.

“Don’t apologize for nothing” he said as he straightened his suit.

The entire day was tiring as usual, you doing all the running while Jay sat on his chair the whole time. But for some reason he looked tired and exhausted. The others didn’t notice it but you could. His eyes were screaming sleep.

“Sir, are you tired? Should I take over?" You said as you stood in front of his desk with the documents he asked for.

“No” he replied, eyes glued to the screen of his laptop.

You sigh and make your way to the mini bar in the corner of his office. Latte was always a drink Jay enjoyed so you made one and set it on his table. Jay made no comment about it and that hurt you a little but honestly- you didn’t know what you were expecting.

“God it’s so hot even though it’s almost night!” you said to mark.

“I know right! But what are you complaining about, Miss Long-sleeve?” He teased you.

“Because I don't want to show my beautiful skin to you" you snapped back.

Mark made a noise of fake vomiting and the both of you laughed uncontrollably.

Jay was observing the both of you from his office, curious about what made you laugh. Were you and Mark dating? Why were you laughing like that?

“But seriously, why do you always wear long sleeved clothes? If you want a boyfriend you need skin to seduce” Mark says.

“I don’t feel comfortable... besides, I have no time for dating” you replied.

“Honestly man you should take a break, you're the only person who hasn’t yet used their paid leave” Mark says

“Yeah… I think I should-"

“Ms. Y/n in my office”

“Yes sir” Mark gives you a sad smile as you get up and walk towards the office.

“Call the driver" He ordered and you took your phone out to call the driver.

“We are invited to a business party tomorrow night, prepare the necessary”

“'We' as in, you and me?” You asked, confused.

“Is there anyone else here?” he looked at you with dark eyes.

“Yes sir- I mean no sir" you stuttered.

Jay got up from his chair and made his way over towards you in a threateningly slow pace, hands in his pockets as he looked straight into your eyes.

“Do I make you nervous, Ms. Y/n?” He said, only inches away from your lips.

“N- no sir” You gulp at the close proximity.

“I don’t?” he raises his eyebrow and looks at you dead in the eyes.

“Y- yes sir,” you stuttered in loss of air.

He scoffed. His breath hitting your lips, making you feel an unknown stir in your stomach.

“I hope you won’t be late tomorrow night”

With that you watch him leave the office, still in shock. Your boss had never gotten this close to you before- but why did you find it attractive? You snapped out of it, groaning in frustration about the party tomorrow.

You were annoyed about having to work even on a saturday. You set the bag of makeup on the bed and make your way to the bathroom. While facing the mirror, you slowly undress yourself, revealing the horrible burnt scars that sat beautifully on your body. One on your left breast cutting across your nipple, another on your inner thighs, on your arms and shoulders but the biggest one on your lower stomach. You feel nine years old again, being abused by your parents' dealers. The scars were old but from time to time you scratched them and they bled slightly.

But the worst feeling is when you get your periods. The scars on your stomach hurt like hell, like the feeling of your skin and stomach being torn apart. You wiped the tear that fell from your cheek and got into the cold shower. After drying up you apply foundation on your scars to hide them. This is the first time you were going to wear a sleeveless dress. You got ready and wore your long coat over your dress, ready for the night.

Jay got into the car and noticed you wearing a long coat, he was curious about your clothes… and what was underneath them. He always found something eccentric about you, ever since you came to the interview with a broken heel yet you looked confident- he admired that but he always drew the line between desire and work. He hated himself for that.

“I want you to convince Mr. Park Sunghoon to collaborate with us in our upcoming project”

You looked at him in admiration, he wanted something and he got it, that amazed you.

“Talk about the project and bring him in?”

“Yes sir” you were happy that he trusted you to do the job. You weren’t going to disappoint him this time.

The both of you enter the hall together, you watch everyone crowd around THE Mr. Park Jongseong. If you want to survive in the business world you need to get on to Jay’s good side. They swarmed around him like flies. You- on the other hand, was still wearing your coat.

“Should I take your coat, miss?” The waiter asked.

“Yeah” you said as you slowly revealed your dress. The sudden silence made you look up to find multiple sets of eyes looking your way. You were the center of attention now. Your eyes met Jay’s and you almost came undone. His eyes were on you like a hawk… undressing you. They looked so-

Hungry. That's what Jay felt when he saw you. You wore a red sleeveless dress that had a slit in between your chest that stopped at the base of your stomach, exposing the inner corners of your breasts. There was a slit starting from your knee, revealing your upper thigh. You looked like a meal to him, and the many other men who had their eyes on you. This was the first time Jay saw you wearing something this revealing and he hated that you dressed up for the event and not for him. Jay snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the inappropriate talks about you.

“Introduce yourself” Jay voices over the ‘talks’.

“Oh- right. Hello everyone, I’m the secretary of Mr. Park Jongseong at Park industries”

You felt dizzy. Your head spun a little as you shook hands with everyone. Suddenly you felt a hand gripping your waist.

“Let’s go out”

You were being pulled forward until you could breathe again. Jay took you to the balcony and passed you a napkin to clean your sweat.

“Thank you sir” you said gratefully.

“I expected you to charm Sunghoon, not everyone in the room,” Jay said dryly.

“I’m sorry sir” You disappointed him, you went overboard.

Jay noticed your expression and felt guilty.

"I don't blame you for dressing well, but them for looking at you"

Jay turns to look at you and is caught off guard by your sudden hug.

“Thank you sir!” You said while hugging him. Suddenly aware of your action- you pulled away slowly. Your eyes meet his and the both of you froze in the moment.

“I’m sorry sir-” you said, looking down.

Jay cleared his throat and looked at you… 'cute'.

“Don’t forget your task, I won’t tolerate any more mistakes,” he said calmly.

The both of you walked together to the party in silence. You looked around for Mr. Park Sunghoon until-

“Well well Mr. Park, fancy seeing you here”

“Mr. Lee" Jay said coldly.

You turned to that name and that voice, your heart skipped a beat to the person now in front of you.

“You remember my name Mr. Ja- wait… Y/n? What the hell?" Heeseung said as he looked at you.

“Oh my god Heeseung! What on earth?” You said as you accepted the hug he threw your way.

“Are you back for good?” You excitedly asked

“Yeah Yeah I am… You look beautiful Y/n, better than before” He said with a smile.

“You too… I’ve missed you'' you wanted to cry, your first crush was right in front of you after 6 years.

“You have no idea how much I thought about you," Heeseung said with a wholehearted smile.

You heard Jay clearing his throat next to you.

”Yes sir” You asked.

“Sir? You work for him?" Heeseung said, shocked.

“Is that a problem, Mr. Lee?" Jay smirks.

Heeseung scoffs at Jay's words.

“Do you know each other?” You asked, confused.

“This is Heeseung from the Lee corporations,” Jay says with ice in his voice.

Oh god, this was the 'Lee’ Jay was talking about, He’s Jay's foe.

“How do you know Mr. Lee?” Jay’s eyes were on you and a shiver ran down your spine.

“We- Um… We were friends in college”

“Friends?” Heeseung smirks at you.

“Mhm.. friends. The best of friends” You smirk back at him.

Jay didn’t like the way you said ‘friends’. There was something more than a ‘friendship’ that you two shared, and he didn't like it at all.

“Ms. Y/n-” He was interrupted by a man and was dragged away from you.

You spent the entire night with Heeseung, catching up on each other's past, not knowing that someone was watching the both of you from across the room. Jay looked at you laughing at all Heeseung’s jokes and talks. He was mad at you. How could you leave him and go to Heeseung? Was he that good looking? His style of clothing was not as good as Jay’s, he knew that for a fact.

You laughed at Heeseung’s joke and both of you smiled at each other.

“I’ve missed this” Heeseung said, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Me too” you agree.

“Y/n…” He says slowly.

You hum in response.

“Work for me” He proposed.

“What?"

“Come work for me… are you truly happy working for Jay?” Heeseung took your hand in his.

“I-" you looked over and found Jay’s dark eyes meeting yours. His eyes clearly stated that it was time to leave.

“I- I have to go, Hee” You looked at him

“I’m not forcing you Y/n… good night” the both of you part ways after a hug.

Jay walked forward without you and stopped outside the entrance. You took out your phone and called the driver.

“I already called him" Jay stated, now irritated.

Oh no, he's angry. But why? Did you do something wrong?

Jay didn’t let you open the door for him either, now you started to panic. Was it Heeseung? Or your dress? Jay’s house came into view and the car stopped at the entrance.

“Good nigh-”

“Come inside, You can go home Mr. Kang” Jay’s voice scared you, it was cold and dry. You knew you were in trouble. He invited you inside but why did he tell the driver to leave?

You followed behind Jay into his mansion. It was huge and grand, and the interior was beautiful.

Jay found it cute how you were drawn to his house, but he called you in for another reason.

“In here” He walks upstairs into a room… his bedroom.

You entered the room and your jaw dropped. It was the size of your apartment. You watched as Jay removed his jacket and loosened his tie, the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned until the 3rd button, revealing his chest. He looked furious- and that scared you. You did not want to get fired.

“Sir, I’m sorry” You apologized without a reason

“What are you exactly sorry for, Ms. Y/n?” He asked calmly but deadly.

“I-”

“Did you speak to Mr. Park Sunghoon?” He asked.

Then it clicked, you were assigned something and you didn’t accomplish it. You quickly made a plan in your head to call Sunghoon tomorrow and try to convince him. You spent the entire night with Heeseung, so you forgot about Jay’s request.

"Yes sir, I spoke to him” you lied through your teeth.

“Really? What did he say? Was he interested?” Jay asked, pretending to be surprised- but looking at you dead in the eyes.

“W- well he s- said he’ll think about it” You wanted to cry, you never lied to jay and this felt like hell.

“Hmm... You know y/n, I actually met Sunghoon’s secretary" He made his way towards you, making you gulp in fear.

“And he said that Sunghoon couldn’t make it to the party” Jay’s face was now dangerously close to yours.

“Sir- I’m s- sor-"

“Save it” He said as he walked away.

Jay watched you wiping your tears and getting into the cab from his balcony. He regretted scolding you and scaring you like that, but when you lied he got angry, and- hurt. He hated when people lied to him, and he hated how Heeseung could make you laugh but Jay only made you cry.

You thought of him as a boss… nothing more. Jealousy and hurt, that's what he was feeling.

Tears ran down your cheeks. You disappointed him. You're nothing but a disappointment. Why did you have to lie like that? This was the first party you actually enjoyed and now it’s ruined. Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone beeping.

“Hey!” It was a text from Heeseung.

You replied back with a ‘Hey’

‘It was nice meeting you tonight, I don’t want it to end’ he texts with a crying emoji.

You text back with a laughing emoji.

Heeseung sends you his location with a text saying-

“Wanna come over?”

— — — — — — — — — — — —

Heeseung aggressively made you sit on his lap, as you ran your fingers through his hair. His lips latch on to yours, kissing you like a starved animal. His hands get to work by undressing you. He grabbed your ass, making you moan in pleasure.

“You like that?” He smirked against your swollen lips.

You removed his clothes and sucked on his neck, the both of you now a moaning mess. Heeseung carried you and bent you over a table, and without a warning, he pushed his tip inside.

“All this wetness for me?” he bends you over and speaks into your right ear.

“Ah- deeper Hee, go deeper” you moaned desperately.

“So needy for me" he kissed your ear.

Heeseung forced his entire length in to your cunt and starts fucking you at the speed of light. He holds both your hands in place making you cum before him.

“Oh my- Oh my god Heesung!” you scream in pleasure.

“Fuck- your so tight, give me another one” He said as he picked up his pace once more.

“I’m going to breed you good Y/n" Heeseung whispered in your ear.

The both of you moan hysterically as Heeseung emptied his hot liquids into you. He helped you up and made you sit on the table, leaning in to kiss your lips.

“Ready for round two?” he smirked.

You moved a strand of his sweaty hair off his eyes, leaning in closer.

“Yes sir” you let out.

Jay shot up out of bed. This was his first wet dream- but it was of you and Heeseung. Jay wanted to punch Heeseung in the face. Out of pure rage he threw his pillow to the floor and screamed into the sheets of his bed.

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The Moon and Sun (Big Sib Reader x Gon/Killua)

Ch 16: Not Myself

Synopsis: Y/n tries to make today the best it can possibly be…Even if that means pretending to be okay with it. Meanwhile, the boys encounter a very familiar chimera ant. But what's that???? Oh no! 😱😱😱 Could it be???? Childhood trauma 🫣

Silence.

It was quiet when Gon returned to the small home. Too quiet for his liking. He expected to hear you and Killua talking. To come back to your usual banter before you went on your date with Palm. But there was nothing from either of you.

He walked in further. A faint mumbling from your room at last reaching his ears. Maybe the two of you were in there? However it didn't seem likely as he approached your door. He couldn't sense Killua's presence inside with you. Then all at once you'd gone quiet.

Like you just now realized he was here.

Gon was by no means an idiot. Sure he had his moments, but that didn’t make him completely oblivious. Something had happened. Something had been happening judging by the way Killua was distancing himself from you and Gon. Never saying much anymore. Instead, observing from afar.

And now something was happening with you. As if your muttering hadn't already been an indication.

He gave a few knocks on your door before calling your name.

“Y/n!”

He could hear you let out a sigh before responding.

“You can come in.”

You were sitting on your bed when he walked in. The room being much neater than Palm had left it. But the room wasn't the only thing that was different. Somehow, you seemed less drained. Getting up and taking your clothes with a certain vigor that wasn't there before.

Gon could tell immediately that something was off with you. You'd been dreading going on this date all morning, and now you seemed enthusiastic about it. Moving about with energy he'd never seen you have before.

“You were quick, you know that?” You said, giving him a pat to the head that was almost robotic. Not something you'd done out of affection like earlier, but because you simply had to.

Why were you treating him like that? Like he really was a little kid. The gentle inflection in your voice making him worry. The best way to describe it was a forced cheeriness. Except he had trouble telling if it really was forced.

Then you'd flashed him a smile, but it wasn't yours. It felt fake. Practiced. Artificial from how perfect it looked. How wide and toothy it was. A small noticeable gap in the middle. Had that always been there?

Your smiles, your real ones were always crooked. Almost to the point of being cruel. And they were small. Never stretching out across your entire face.

But this one looked charismatic. Devoid of the usual tiredness you held. To someone who didn't know you, it would feel welcoming. Charming. But to someone like Gon who'd spent the better half of a year with you, it was anything but. Like a switch had flipped.

“Thank you so much, munchkin.” And now that he was hearing it again, your tone…. It was boisterous.

This was not you.

It couldn't be.

You who was always tired, always snarky, always comforting…Were now upbeat and detached. What had happened in the 30 minute span he'd been gone?

“You're acting off.” He voiced his concerns at last. But instead of reassuring him, you just brushed it off like nothing.

“Am I? I feel fine.”

A brief squeeze to his shoulder before you spoke again.

“Don't stress yourself out over nothing, okay?”

“Are you sure you're fine?” He didn't believe you for a second.

You weren't fine yesterday when you came home. You were on edge. More irritable than usual with Palm’s presence. And now you were acting like this. This was not nothing. Maybe the stress from the Chimera Ants had finally broken you? Maybe it was something else?

Maybe it was someone else?

“Never better. Now give me a few minutes to change and we'll be on our way.” Again came that smile as you ushered him out. The one that was the complete opposite of yours.

You'd closed the door shut once he was out. It was like you were hiding from him. Scared to be around for more than a few minutes. And before he could try to figure out what it meant, he was face to face with Killua.

“Oh, you're back.” His voice coming out scratchy.

Then there were his eyes, puffy and slightly bloodshot. He'd been crying. Gon wanted to question him. Ask him what was wrong. But he had a feeling it wasn't the right time. You were leaving in 10 minutes. If he asked now, Killua would probably shut down at an interruption. And then he'd refuse for it to be brought up again.

He'd wait until you left to get to the bottom of this. But he knew, he was certain he knew what the reason was.

Something had happened between the two of you.

And a fight was the most likely answer.

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You weren't used to this anymore. Being so smiley and upbeat just because. Acting like you had it all figured out. And maybe you did when you were 7. There'd only ever been one goal at the time. One purpose. But you also had a home. People to connect with.

Maybe that was why you were so damn happy.

You didn't have to worry about looking over your shoulder. You didn't have to worry about food. You didn't have to worry about taking care of others. All you had to do was make the head of your clan happy. Appease him in exchange for everything else.

But now you had nothing. You weren't wanted anymore. Maybe you never really were. Your life for the past twenty something years revolved around your usefulness. What you could offer others in exchange for normalcy. And the revelation had pushed you past your limit.

It left you feeling numb. You simply didn't care anymore. Whatever happened to you after this, it didn't matter. The brief concern from Gon didn't matter. The regret littering Killua's aura didn't matter.

They wouldn't have to ‘worry’ about you ever again. So you plastered on a smile you'd long overgrown. A tone that was honeyed and eccentric. Movements that weren't slowed with exhaustion.

It felt like you were disassociating with every step you took. The person you were trying to portray had died 13 years ago with their sister. All that was left now was a husk.

A coward, a disgrace, a burden.

Something so pitiful and useless, yet it longed for a reason to keep going. A life worth living with people worth living for. And for a moment, it had that. For a brief moment, you had that.

You were supposed to enjoy today. Make it worth it before you sought out ‘Father.’ But you were just floating by. Living because you had to. Treating it more like a chore than one last hurrah.

Tired. You were so unbelievably tired. You longed for rest. And if it happened to be permanent, then that wouldn't be so bad.

You shouldn't think like that. No, you had to get through today first.

The boys had wanted to see you off. Or well, Gon had wanted to see you off and Killua followed him. The boy in green seemingly oblivious to the other’s melancholy state. Had Killua not told him about the fight?

A small part of you wanted to know why. But you reminded yourself it wasn't your concern. Not anymore. Whatever they chose to do next, it was no longer your responsibility.

A call of your name snapped you from your thoughts.

“Over here!” The voice sounded again.

You turned your head and saw what had to be the prettiest woman you've ever seen. Long brown hair with amethyst colored eyes. A black and pale-yellow dress with stockings to match. She waited for your response with a bashful expression.

“Huh? I'm sorry, who are…” the words dying on your tongue as the realization came.

No way.

No fricken way!

But your eyes were never wrong.

The woman in front of you was none other than Palm. They’re auras being an exact match. The only difference was that it was less intense than before.

You could feel your cheeks warm as she came closer. The heat rising to your ears at the small laugh she gave. This was really her? You were by no means vain, or at least you tried not to be. But you couldn't help getting flustered by the beautiful woman in front of you. Your facade momentarily slipping away.

“P-Palm?” You stuttered. Still unbelieving that she was the one in front of you. You could sense the discomfort steadily rise from her aura.

“Do I look strange to you?” She seemed to be second guessing herself.

It took you all but a second to gather your thoughts. Your radiant front returning.

“Strange? Not at all. If I'm being honest, you're absolutely breathtaking. My heart can't stop beating.”

But it truly did beat for someone else entirely.

“Oh no, please stop it. You're being far too loud! It's just so embarrassing!” Palm squealed, hiding behind her hands.

You gently coaxed them away from her face. Offering a smile that felt a little more genuine.

“Hey, don't hide away from me. I'm supposed to be your date, remember? And you're not the only one who's all dressed up.”

Your cooing tone making butterflies erupt in her stomach. For the first time that day, she took a real good look at you. You'd been dressed a little more formal than she was. Wearing a nice button up with a pair of black slacks. Her previous worry replaced by a feeling of fondness at your effort. Then you'd extended your arm forward, offering a small bouquet of roses.

“These are for you, by the way.” You said. And her heart melted right then and there.

“Ooh, you're being too sweet!”

The interaction being observed by both boys with scrutiny. It looked like you and Palm were going to get along just fine. And it was bittersweet for the small assassin, who didn't expect you to be so radiant after your fight.

A part of him expected to see you upset. You sure as hell sounded like it earlier. But another told him that this was probably for the best. He'd hurt you enough this morning. Said things he could never take back. And now it was time to let you go. Who was he to stand in your way after what he'd done?

But the boy in green had a different perspective.

He wanted to be happy for you. He wanted to feel relieved that you and Palm would hit it off. But it wasn't how things were supposed to be. You and Kite liked each other.

You and him were supposed to end up together, right?

It'd taken him and Killua a while to get used to the idea, but Kite was someone who'd earned both of their trusts. Who'd earned their respect. And the way he'd stepped up when you were at your lowest, it meant something.

It showed that he really did care about you, and that you were finally comfortable enough to let down your guard.

You two just fit together in a way that felt too special for words.

But the way you looked at Palm said otherwise. Your eyes so bright with a smile so big. You looked more at ease than you had with Kite.

Then again, you hadn't been acting like yourself today.

Gon wasn't selfish enough to believe just because you and Kite had liked each other, you couldn't find anybody else. That you couldn't move on.

But you and Palm didn't fit quite right together.

He and Killua didn't know her. They didn't trust her or know anything about her intentions. In fact, he'd almost been the one forced on this date. She'd also threatened the both of them several times. He didn't feel comfortable with you going out with somebody like that.

When Kite had put up with so much to keep them safe.

He didn't like the thought of leaving you by yourself with her, but you were always careful. And he needed to find out what was going on with you and Killua. So he let you go, reminding himself that this was just one date. This was a favor, and you wouldn't be going on another one with her.

“We'll leave you to it. Have fun Y/n!” He encouraged before tugging Killua away to talk. Palm leading you away in the other direction.

He was immediately met with resistance from the small assassin. Killua pulling back and trying to turn his head to see you. Watching almost frantically as your figure shrunk smaller and smaller out of sight.

“We can just let Palm drag them away! You know Y/n doesn't fight. We need to keep an eye on them just in case.” He argued. Trying to justify following you around.

Grasping at straws because if you were being serious this morning, it'd be the last time he ever saw you. The last time they ever got to see you happy.

‘You can't even fight anyways. You'd just continue to be a burden.’ The memory of what he said hitting him like a truck.

You weren't a burden. He wasn't doing this because you were. He just wanted to make sure your date went perfectly, so he could let you go with the knowledge that today had been your best.

“They're getting away. We have to-” but Gon stopped him before he could finish.

“Why were you crying earlier?”

The question catching him completely off guard. His eyes widening as he tried to come up with something to say.

“What? Crying? Maybe you were just seeing things.” It was a very flimsy excuse even Killua didn't buy.

“Killua, you can't lie to me. We've been best friends for over a year. I don't need you to tell me you're upset to know.” And in Gon's eyes was an unshakable resolve.

One that was saying, ‘it’ll be okay.’ That it was okay to trust him. But Killua was still too afraid to tell him everything. He wouldn't look at him with that same reassurance if he did.

“What happened while I was gone?” Gon asked.

Killua shook his head. His eyes brimming with a familiar wetness from this morning.

“I can't say…. You'll hate me.”

“I could never hate you. I promise.” Gon assured. Wrapping his arm around him in a side hug. Remembering what you said about promises and taking it with stride.

“You mean it? You won't leave if I tell you?” Because if you left today and Gon followed, he'd have nothing. All because he'd blamed you for everything.

“I swear.”

He took a deep breath before finally explaining everything.

“...Me and Y/n got into a fight this morning. And-and I told them I never wanted to see them again.” But he'd said a little more than that. Worse than that.

‘I hate you.’

“I didn't mean it. But just look at them. They look so happy. Like it's a relief to never see us again.” You were happier without them.

“I messed up….And I don't think I can fix it this time.” He admitted. Leaning into Gon and finally crying. Letting go of everything he'd kept bottled up today.

“What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to say when this is the happiest I've ever seen them?”

“You say you're sorry.” Gon said, as if it was a matter of fact.

“What?”

“You apologize to Y/n. I won't argue that they seem happy, but something about it feels forced. Like they're pretending. So maybe they feel just as upset as you do. Maybe you’ve been too lost in your thoughts to not notice it. But nothing will get better unless you two talk about it. You know that right?”

No, he was wrong about that. Things would get better for Gon if he apologized. But for Killua, he'd already made his bed. When the month was over, he'd be gone. Bisky’s words reminding him that he was only burdening Gon by staying. And that was why he was in this mess now. Blaming you for that. He'd made it your fault.

“It won't fix anything.” He said at last. He couldn't take back anything he'd said. He couldn't possibly make you love him again with everything he said and accused you of.

But Gon's persistence would win in the end. And although he didn't know it yet, it would be something Killua was eternally grateful for.

“Just try. For me, try.” When it came to Gon, he'd do just about anything.

“Okay. I'll try.”

—------------

How long had it been already? Maybe four hours. Were dates usually supposed to be this long? Were you supposed to be out the entire day? You didn't know, or rather you didn't care to ask.

If your date lasted a little longer, then that wouldn't be such a bad thing. However, you were more drained than usual. Using so much energy to look your absolute best. Expending yourself beyond the usual limit despite your tired mind’s protest.

But so far, nobody except you knew the depths of your physical strain. You were always good at hiding how you really felt. Being taught emotions were a weakness from your former clan. Pitty, fear, burnout, and the like. All of it wasn't needed, with the exception of your determination to persevere.

You were currently at a restaurant with Palm. Nodding along enthusiastically as she told a story about her and Knov -her mentor. You could see her aura swell with unwavering affection when she spoke about him. There was respect there, yes, but it was mostly love. Infatuation probably fit a little better.

And it had you thinking about why she was on a date with you when she seemed to love him so much. Then again, she talked about him like he was a light who shouldn't be dimmed by someone like her. Like he was too perfect to even approach.

Maybe it humanized her a little bit. Letting you see her as a person with feelings rather than an unstable psycho. Because, despite your differences, you could understand her sentiment. Her reasoning with Knov.

And why, you may ask?

Because it felt similar to yours with Kite. It wasn't quite the same, but it didn't have to be to relate to each other. You both felt the object of your affections couldn't possibly have feelings for people like you. It had led you to a realization though.

Fear of rejection didn't mean you shouldn't at least try.

You two should be here with completely different people. You shouldn't have to go on a date to feel wanted by somebody else. To seek validation from others. Although you'd been forced on this date, but that's besides the point.

You knew how you felt and she knew how she felt.

You two weren't right for each other. So you asked-

“If Knov gave you a chance, would you take it?”

You could feel her shock. Then her confusion. Then her embarrassment.

“I…I think I would. But he'd never, and anyways, I'm here with you. Let's just focus on each other for now, okay?”

You could tell she was trying to be nice. It let you know she at least cared on some level about your (non-existent) feelings. You didn't mind all that much. And it gave you an out of she tried to ask for a second date.

Oh right.

There'd be no second date anyways.

Which reminded you- the boys had been following you all day. You could never mistake their auras, no matter how faint they made them. They were seated three tables behind you. Holding up their menus every time you turned around so you wouldn't see them. Something that normally would have a real smile tugging on your lips.

But they didn't want you anymore.

They didn't need you anymore.

Why they couldn't just make this easier and leave you alone, you didn't know. Perhaps they wanted to make sure you actually went through with it. Or perhaps Gon wanted to make sure you were safe and Killua followed him. You still had no idea if he knew what happened or not. You had to remind yourself again that it was none of your business anymore.

So you continued on like nothing was happening. Giving Palm your full attention and then some. Anything to avoid the weight of your situation a little longer.

—------------------

A laugh. Then a compliment. And finally a smile. The way you were speaking with so much energy. It wasn't you. Gon was right, you felt off. Then again, all of it could've been genuine.

It looked like a weight was lifted from your shoulders from Killua's perspective. You were happy you were leaving. Unfazed from the argument.

And it hurt.

It hurt to see you were doing better than ever without them. The circles around your eyes ten times lighter. He'd never known you to be so talkative. So in your element around others.

Had they ruined your life by persuading you to stay? You were never like this with them. Had you always been this well off without the duo?

So full of life?

Would you even want an apology? Or would you say ‘Thank you, I can finally move on with my life!’ Treat the argument like a blessing in disguise?

He just might break if that was the case.

—--------------------------------

You'd been everywhere. A caffe, a park, an ice cream parlor. Practically going sightseeing in this city. Currently, you and Palm were walking through an aquarium. It was probably the first activity that completely wiped off your wide grin. Replacing your indifference with awe.

You'd heard about these things from one of your older peers. The way they described it didn't do justice to what you were seeing now. You'd always wanted to go, but between looking over your shoulder and being completely broke, you never had the opportunity.

Your eyes trailed after a sea turtle. Watching it zoom by and upwards. A small school of minnows following suit. You don't know when it happened, but your eyes had focused solely on the pane of glass that separated you from the marine life.

You were used to seeing everybody's emotions. To sensing their intensity. From searing anger to the brightest joy. But you'd never seen anything like this. Pure content from every creature swimming by. A wave of calm undisturbed by fear or malice.

You focused on people because you had to. You needed to know their intentions for your safety. You never bothered with animals. You weren't scared of them and they weren't dangerous unlike your own kin. You just never saw the purpose in doing it.

But now you did. It was a treat for your eyes and a blessing to your overworked senses. You don't remember the last time you felt this peaceful. If you were to be killed right now, you wouldn't have any complaints or regrets. You'd die in this blissful state without worries.

You barely registered the feeling of Palm resting her head on your shoulder.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” She whispered.

And all of a sudden, you weren't pretending anymore.

“Yeah. This is always what I imagined I'd get to see with my eyes. The best in what the world has to offer. The beauty of life as a whole…But it's not all like this.”

Maybe if it was, you'd have lived a better life. You would've had a family filled with love and support. Kari would still be here with you.

“What do you mean?” Palm asked.

Despite the bittersweet feeling in your chest, the wide smile on your face became more genuine. Softer.

“Humor me for a bit,” you responded before making goggles with your hands. Summoning your nen into them to create your spyglass.

“This is how I see the world.”

You placed your hands over her eyes and watched as the shock settled in. She took in every detail with wonder. The complete serenity radiating off of each creature.

“You really see like this?”

“Most of the time. Some days I get overwhelmed and shut off my nen.” You explained before pulling your hands back, realizing you were a lot closer than you initially thought.

A bright hue overtaking her face, to which you responded by clearing your throat.

“We've still got a bunch of exhibits to visit. C'mon, after this I have a surprise for you. We won't get a chance to see it if we're late.”

You offered her your hand once again. And to your surprise, she took it without hesitation.

—---------------

It was nearing the end of the day by the time you reached your destination. The sun barely beginning its descent as the two of you sat in a small clearing by the edge of a lake. To your shock, the boys were still following you. You figured they would have left you alone by now. So you decided, for the sake of your sanity, to completely dim your senses until you couldn't feel them anymore.

You'd be vulnerable, but you supposed it didn't matter now that your day was drawing to a close. Whatever happened now, you'd be okay with. Come what may, you had no regrets. Or did you.

“Is there a specific reason you brought me here, or did you want to watch the sunset together?” Palm asked, her tone slightly teasing.

You returned it with another wide smile. Trying your best not to show the strain that came with it.

“Well you see, I wanted to be a hunter once.” The words were almost painful on your tongue. Something you hadn't said out loud since you were seven.

“I knew an old man who was probably the closest I got to having a father. He was a real stinker though. A grouchy old codger. Buuuut he told me that fire flies were one of the most fascinating creatures on earth. Do you know why?”

She shook her head no.

Funny how you could ramble on now that your life has lost meaning.

“For starters, they're bioluminescent. And I don't know about you, but any creature that can produce it's own light is cool in my book. Second, is the reason why they glow. Do you know that one?”

Again she shook her head. And before you had time to be embarrassed about what you were going to say, you went for it.

“They glow to attract mates.”

The sun had set perfectly over the horizon as if right on cue. Not even a second later had little specks of light descended down. Circling around the tall oak tree that was centered on the lake before a few made their way over.

“I guess you could say love is in the air.” Ew, since when did you become all cheesy?

You stood up, offering her your hand and pulling Palm to her feet.

“Are you ready for your surprise?”

—---------------------

“How much farther are they gonna go?” Killua complained.

The two of them had been following you all day and still your date wasn't over. From that small diner, to the aquarium, and now a forest. At this rate, he wouldn't get a chance to try and make things right until sundown. You and Palm couldn't possibly have that much to talk about. Nothing that should've kept you away the entire day.

“I don't know…But maybe it's time we stop following them around?” Gon suggested.

And once again Killua was grasping for straws.

“I…Not yet. The day's not over yet. Anything could happen. And don't you think it's strange Y/n hasn't sensed us yet?” It was probably his most valid point of the day.

It didn't make it any less true though. If you hadn't noticed them following you, then there was a lot more you wouldn't notice. Or worse, what if you'd shut off your nen? You'd be completely open to an attack.

“Maybe they did and just let us tag along? When have you ever known Y/n to let their guard down?” Gon countered.

He knew how much making up to you meant to Killua. He knew how badly he wanted to reconcile with you. But maybe it was best to wait for you to come back later, instead of chasing you around. You could take care of yourself perfectly fine, and deep down Killua knew that. Gon knew that he knew that. Which is why he couldn't let him keep making excuses to stay.

You two would get a chance to talk, of that he was sure.

“I don't know. But I just don't feel right leaving them.” The small assassin said at last.

“Look,” Gon directed towards the clearing you and Palm were in. The two of you sitting down and talking.

“They'll be okay.”

It was then that the weight of the situation hit him.

What was he doing? Following you around like a little kid. You deserved your privacy. He'd already ruined your piece of mind.

'Stay away from both of us. You'd only continue to be a burden.'

It was funny in a way. He'd called you a burden, yet here he was like some sorta stalker, waiting for the opportunity to approach you. Bringing Gon along because he just couldn't leave you alone. Unable to tell him the truth about what happened. Why saying sorry wouldn't fix everything.

So focused on staying in both of your lives that he somehow managed to push the both of you out.

He let out a sigh before speaking.

“You're right. Let's leave them be. I'll get a chance to talk to them later.” He gave a tired smile that mimicked yours.

It was then Gon pulled him into a real hug. Giving his back a small pat.

“It'll be okay. For now, let's go home.”

Home.

Except it wouldn't feel like one without you there.

The two of them started their trek back. Much slower and a little more tired than when they'd been following you. The sun just barely setting before Killua sensed it.

The unmistakable sensation of bloodlust. Which meant… A chimera ant was near. Maybe it had already passed through? Then again, the feeling was only growing stronger.

Damn.

Should they warn you?

No.

Palm would go berserk if they interrupted her date.

Damnit.

“Killua? Is something wrong?” Gon asked.

That's right. Gon wasn't able to sense the ant whatsoever. He wouldn't be able to fight either. Not without risking his life, and Killua promised himself that he would protect Gon no matter what.

“There's a Chimera Ant nearby. Damnit, and I can't let you wander off without knowing where it is.”

“I can defend myself. All the ants that came before weren't a problem. This one shouldn't be either.” Gon protested.

But Killua just couldn't risk it. So much had already gone wrong.

“Just let me protect you.” His fist clenching self-consciously.

“Let me do one thing right today.”

And for the first time in awhile, there was a strong resolve in his eyes. Burning with determination.

“Okay, but I won't run away. No matter what, we stick together.” Gon relented.

Killua gave a nod. Just in time for a figure to emerge from the underbrush. One they'd seen before, to their surprise.

It was the rabbit ant. The very same whose arm you'd broken back at the NGL. The one you'd shattered to protect Gon. And was that- Damn! A murky aura surrounded it. One that was practiced.

It had managed to learn nen.

“I thought I smelled humans,” It sneered.

The duo quickly took a stance, preparing for the ant to lunge. Instead, it only continued to taunt them.

“I remember you. That's right. You're those brats from before. It looks like your luck’s run out. Especially without that other human here to save you.”

Seems it also remembered you. Not good.

“You two are about to get a taste of hell you're never gonna forget.” It continued with a smirk. Pointing at the two of them.

“Of course, it won't last forever you know?”

Killua could feel Gon tensing from besides him. If he lost his cool now, they'd be in serious trouble. There was no telling what that thing’s ability was. They both had to be careful. Size the enemy up before making any rash decisions.

‘Run. If you don't know what the enemy is capable of, keep your distance.’

“Where is that other friend of yours?” Rammot looked around before staring them down with a malicious grin.

“Once you tell me their location, I promise I'll make it quick. It can't be that far. They are your protector, aren't they?”

Gon took a step forward, and Killua had to fight himself not to take one backwards.

“I'll just walk around making lots of noise and swinging your severed heads. And it won't be long before they come to find me. That's how humans are. Am I right?”

Wrong. You wouldn't come for them. Not anymore.

But those words were Gon's breaking point.

“You won't lay a finger on them.”

Killua had never seen him this aggressive. He was sure without a doubt Gon would have given his life right then and there to keep you safe. After what happened with Kite, it made sense he'd be more protective of you. More pressured to make sure the same never happened with you.

But this was not the way to do it. And whereas Killua was flawed with overanalyzing combat, Gon was flawed with being too impulsive. Letting his emotions get the better of him. So the small assassin quickly extended his arm in front before he could make a move.

“Don't. Trust me on this, you don't stand a chance right now. Not without your nen.” He warned.

And before Gon could respond, the ant made a dash forward.

“Let's just test that theory, shall we!”

—-------------------

You stood hand in hand with Palm. Guiding her to the edge of the lake. One foot on the surface of the water without disturbing it. And much to her shock, you didn't sink into the water. Then you took another step back, urging her forward.

“What are you-” She started.

“Trust me. I won't let you fall.” You assured.

Walking on water. Quite the trick if you do say so yourself. You'd used your nen to form a small circle under you. Almost like a little shield to keep you afloat. And as long as Palm stayed in that same radius, she'd be fine.

She gave you a hesitant look, inching towards you but not ready to take the full leap. You offered up another reassuring smile. Lightly brushing your thumbs over the back of her hands. A gesture that had her blushing.

“You promise you won't drop me?” She asked.

“Only a fool would drop a girl like you.” You responded with a teasing grin.

With that, she took her first step onto the lake. Staring back up in awe at you. Grabbing your forearm as you lead her deeper into the center. A flurry of fireflies surrounding you both.

You took that as a cue to use the rest of your nen. Conjuring up little instruments back on the shore. Two marionettes, one a jester and one a ballerina, began to play. A somber jazz melody filled the air causing Palm to look around.

“I thought some slow dancing would be a nice way to end the day.” You redirected. Guiding her arms to your shoulders as you placed yours on her waist. Swaying her softly to the music while she continued to look up at you flustered.

“This is…I've never experienced something so special before.” Palm said at last.

You could feel affection swell in her aura, and you really didn't know how to take it. You were flattered but…Nevermind. You just had to finish the day. Get through this part and make it memorable. And then, you'd get the quiet you desperately craved.

The music had swelled to a part you remembered. It had been an oldie. But regardless, it remained something from the better part of your childhood. One of Kari’s favorites too.

“Stars shining bright above you

Night breezes seem to whisper I love you.

Birds singing in the sycamore tree

Dream a little dream of me.”

So you treated it like one of your favorites too. Leading while you danced. Every turn, every spin, every dip was precise in a way that felt effortless. The sun vanishing beyond the horizon and soon replaced by stars. The fireflies illuminated the lake, creating something that mimicked a fairytale.

Beautiful and serene.

You wished you could've done more today. Enjoyed yourself more. God knows these would be the last memories you'd be creating. But you just weren't that person anymore. You'd changed. You would have liked to say for the better, but you were a fuck up everytime. Amounting to nothing no matter the outcome. You shouldn't have wasted the energy trying to keep up, but it's not like you needed it anymore.

You and Palm made your way back to the shore. All of your nen returning to you in a rush. Though you couldn't say you felt any better with it.

Your day was over.

“Thank you for everything,” Palm started.

And so too was the pathetic life you lived.

“I really enjoyed myself.” She looked up at you with rosy cheeks.

“Me too.” You expected it to end there. Preparing to leave when what she did next caught you off guard.

Palm had leaned forward with her lips slightly puckered. Your reaction was slow, but just before she reached you, you'd leaned back. Placing your hands on her shoulders to keep her at a distance. Your face scorching hot as your mind raced a thousand miles a second.

She wanted to kiss you. And maybe you should have let her. It would have made the night all the more magical, right? But this wasn't just any kiss. It would have been your first. And you wanted your first kiss to be with….

An image of a certain silver haired hunter flashed in your mind.

Your heart already belonged to someone else. Someone you weren't even sure was okay. Who you still had no idea about what happened to him. But you didn't mind. You'd wait forever if it meant there was a chance to see him again. Or you would have if your circumstances were different.

All you could do now was hope he'd turn out okay. Continue living his life to the fullest.

“I'm sorry. I'd really like to return your feelings, but I just can't. I…” I'm in love with a man who's probably dead. It didn't feel right to bring that up. Because saying it, meant you had to admit it to yourself. And you were the furthest thing ready from that.

“What? Why not?” You could feel her bloodlust start to spike. The feeling mixing with red hot anger.

So you brought up the only thing that could possibly get you off the hook.

“We're not right for each other, and you know that. You love someone else…and so do I. And that's okay. We had fun. We got to enjoy each other's company today. And that's okay, too. But just because today was great, that doesn't mean we're meant to be together.” Your words were cooing. Like you were explaining something to the boys.

Palm only stared at you in dead silence. Her anger retreating back.

“You told me about Knov earlier. It's clear he holds a very special place in your heart. Believe it or not, you hold one in his too. You're his only pupil. He practically lets you follow him around everywhere. And if he's willing to put up with you at your worst, that says something. Believe me, I would know a thing or two about that.”

Because Kite had done the same. From your temper to your breakdown, he'd stayed. Maybe he liked you back after all.

“Don't force yourself to be satisfied with somebody else, when you could be happy with him.”

You could feel her bloodlust simmer down until it fizzled out completely.

“...Do you really think…he likes me?” Her voice was shy, but it still had an edge to it. If you said something wrong, she'd snap.

And then it'd be back to square one.

“Yeah. Watch. He's gonna be happy to see you're okay. Now…Do you want me to walk you to your place?”

For the last time that night, you extended your hand. And for the last time, she took it. Her grip more assured and less timid.

—------------------

It was like Killua was stuck in time. Seeing the Chimera Ant get closer and closer with its fist raised. Its sights set on him. He willed his body to move. To dodge. Anything. But he stood paralyzed, preparing for the pain of a fist making contact with his stomach.

But it never came.

Gon had shoved him out of the way with a cry. Both of them toppling over each other and skidding a few feet.

‘Run.’

Killua froze once again at the sound of his brother's voice. He could see that Gon was talking, but he couldn't hear him. He couldn't hear the concern. ‘Killua, are you okay? You have to get up. He's coming back! Move!’

He felt his body get shoved once more, except this time, Gon hadn't moved with him. Rammot lifting up his hand and slapping him without any restraint. Its bloodlust aiding in keeping him down. Gon was unable to defend against it with his own aura.

He was completely defenseless.

And yet…He was still giving it his all.

Killua could only watch in horror as he was tossed to the side. The boy in green trying his best to get up before Rammot kicked his stomach, once again sending him flying before his back made harsh contact with a tree.

“GON!”

The ant turned around with a sadistic grin. Almost giddy at the small assassin's destress. Blue eyes wide with an oh so delicious fear.

“Perfect! That's more like it! That terrified expression! I love that one! Now I really feel like killing you! Haha!” It laughed out before lunging once again.

‘Run’

No he couldn't just leave Gon. He had to stay. He had to keep him safe. He had to keep both of you s-

Rammot plunged its fist into his ribcage. The force sending him back. If he hadn't been guarding with nen, his ribs would've been completely shattered. But he still couldn't find it in himself to get up. His entire being shaking with uncertainty.

‘Avoid battles you can't be sure you'll win.’

But he had to win. He had to.

“I'm going to crush you two into a bloody pulp.” Rammot threatened. His feet blurring at the corner of Killua's vision. One lifting up and preparing to smash his skull in.

Yet his fight with Gon wasn't over. The boy in green forcing himself up and giving the hardest kick he could to the back of Rammot's head. Following it up with a barrage of punches.

But thanks to the ant’s body armor and newly found nen, it hardly felt the impact. Instead turning around with a wide grin.

“Back for more?” It taunted, wasting no time punching Gon in the stomach once again. Watching as he coughed up blood before inevitably collapsing. Unable to fight through the pain any longer.

The ant picked up his head from the ground. Staring joyfully into Gon's disgusted expression.

“What was it you said? I won’t be laying a finger on that human? How about I break all your limbs and make you watch as I devour their flesh. I’ll even save the head for last so you can say your goodbyes before I kill you next. Or better yet, give them to Pitou to add to their collection like that other human.”

Through his blurry gaze, through the immense pain, through every ache in his body, Gon willed himself to speak.

“How dare you. Touch them… and I’ll make you suffer.”

A threat you’d used many times. But somehow it felt heavier coming from him. A promise with the intent to follow through. Here Gon was, giving his all to protect you in every sense of the way. Here he was defending Killua even though he was vulnerable.

A sun with light so bright, its warmth could reach anyone.

A sun, being dimmed by someone like him.

A moon who only thrived off of the light from the sun.

“Stop! You can do whatever you want to me, just let him go!” Killua pleaded.

He wished you were here to protect them. But it was his fault you were gone in the first place.

Rammot let go of Gon's head. His body hitting the ground with a ‘thud.’ The ant turned to face him with a tilt of its head.

“Is that so? In that case, you'll be the first to die!”

Damnit.

God damnit.

‘When your enemy is unknown…' Illumi’s voice came again.

‘Run away.’

Hit after hit, he couldn't move. Getting kicked around the grass like a toy. Rolling to a stop before getting kicked once more. It hurt, but he had to endure it. He couldn't just leave Gon. He couldn't run away like a coward.

‘Run.’

But every time he disregarded his brother’s warning, a searing pain coursed through his head. A stinging, throbbing pain. As if being stabbed directly in his brain. It was torturous. It felt neverending and he just couldn't escape from the agony.

But then he heard it.

Your voice. Your morals. Your encouragement. Your warmth.

‘You don't leave your friends to die if you can save them.’

The stinging sensation seemed to dull.

‘As long as you two are okay…Don't mind dying.’

It gave him clarity.

You almost died to keep them safe. It was only right they returned the favor. Gon had already done what he could, so now it was Killua's turn to do what he couldn't.

The realization coming just as Rammot slammed its foot directly on Killua's spine. Again and again with a laugh.

“Now move! You can't, can you? Ha! Since you're frozen with fear!”

It gave a few more stomps before kicking him away again.

“Damn. This feels incredible. Should I kill him or the other one first? Maybe savor both. I can't decide!” The ant rambled to itself.

“Damnit! I can't get enough!”

Killua got up on shaky elbows. Pushing himself up. He'd already made up his mind.

‘Run. Hurry.’

No. Not this time.

He could feel himself crying. Seems it was all he was capable of doing today. Blubbering like a baby because nothing had gone his way. He'd been such a screw up.

‘Gon…

Y/n…

I will protect you…because…’

“Because we're friends.” He was nearing hysterics. Standing up as he clutched his head in pain. A broken sob leaving him before he shouted everything out.

“Do you hear me, Gon? You're my best friend! And Y/n? You're my big sibling! And I'm sorry for all the awful things I said this morning!”

It hurt.

It hurt so bad.

His head. His heart. Everything. But Rammot only watched his breakdown stunned. Killua's destroyed expression sparking something cruel inside it.

“Stop that right now. Don't look at me like that. I can't hold it anymore. I'm gonna…Do it. I've gotta…”

The two enemies unable to hear the other through their own thoughts.

‘Run.’

Killua was fighting with his brother's voice. Through every wave of pain, he persisted.

‘Run.’

‘You can't tell me what-!’

‘Run, run, run.’

‘SHUT UP!’

“I don't ever want to lose them!” All he could see was the two most important people in his life. What he would be losing if he gave in.

‘Run.’

“They're my…”

‘Run.’

‘Goblins! The both of you!’

‘Looks like we really made them mad this time, Killua.’

‘Run.’

‘I thought you said you weren't our parent?'

'I'm not. It's called being a responsible adult. Now go and do one of those first things while I set up the bed. I know for a fact there's a 99% chance you'll throw down with the fitted sheet if you do it.'

'Come on, let's do what they ask before they decide to throw another pillow at you. And I don't think they'll miss this time.'

“They're my…”

His nails were scratching at his forehead. Completely unaware of Rammot's incoming attack.

“THEY’RE MY FAMILY!!! THE ONES I'M SUPPOSED TO PROTECT!!!”

He plunged his fingers into his skull and tugged. Itching at the part of his brain that hurt the most. As he pulled something out, he could have sworn he heard your voice.

“Atta boy.”

In a speed that rivaled yours, he dodged Rammot’s attack last second. Appearing behind him with a needle in his hand. The Chimera Ant baffled by his disappearance.

Killua couldn't help but lose what little love he had for his big brother in that moment. Laughing at the absurdity of what he'd done because you…You were nothing like Illumi. And he was a brat for making that comparison before. For even thinking it.

“He got me. Damn Illumi.” But despite the betrayal, he couldn't help but smile. If this was what was controlling him, what was stopping him from reaching his true potential…then now he was free. Free to fight besides his best friend, and free to stop letting his fear of being a burden get the best of him.

He turned around to face the ant. Explaining what happened even though he knew the ant could care less.

“Why the hell didn't I catch this before? He planted this deep inside my brain.”

“Huh? What're you saying? Are you nuts?” Now the ant was the one stood still. Unable to process that now, it was completely outclassed.

“How were you able to dodge that?”

But Killua ignored the question. Continuing to ramble on before releasing his ren. One that was cruel and dark. Not malicious, yet just as cutthroat.

“Now go and tell the other ants…If they even come near us, they're all gonna end up dead.” He warned.

Rammot seethed with anger at his words. A weak nothing was threatening him? How dare this human mock him. How dare it even think of doing so.

“WHY YOU!” The ant gave one last lunge forward.

“That so? Fine.” Killua was at his limit already. Drained in every sense of the word. So without much hesitation, he decapitated the ant in one go. Glaring at the thing that caused him so much trouble.

He didn't have any more sympathy to give. He was done with today. Crushing the ant's skull in his hand like nothing.

“Who cares?”

All he wanted to do was go back home and see you. Apologize for blaming you for everything. Take back what he said about you leaving.

Then….

The three of you could go back to normal.

You'd be the big sibling, and they'd be the little brothers.

He wasted no time making his way towards Gon. He was out cold. Killua turned him over, checking for any major injuries. When he found none, he tossed him over his shoulder and started making his way back. Gon was hurt, but it wasn't something he hadn't dealt with before. He'd be fine.

Both of them would be okay.

But not without talking to you first. He reached the spot where you and Palm had been sitting. You weren't there. He hoped with everything in him that you were back at the small home. That you hadn't left yet.

So he set his sights there.

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Somewhere along the way, Gon had woken up. His grip tightening slightly on Killua before he spoke.

“Killua? Did we-”

“I took care of it. We won't have to worry about seeing that guy again.” He responded. Already knowing what was on Gon's mind.

“And Y/n?”

“They weren't at the lake when I checked. But it's fine. I'll see them at home. You just rest. You're body needs it after what you just put it through.” It was meant to lighten the mood, but he didn't mean it any less.

Gon had pushed his body too far. If he were anybody else, Killua would have been pissed. But he was just relieved he hadn't sustained any major injuries. That he didn't have to leave him after all.

“...Okay…You're my best friend too, you know…” Sleep evident in Gon’s tone.

The words stopping Killua in his tracks. His expression shocked because - Gon had heard everything. He knew how important he was to Killua.

“What!?!?” But Gon was already snoring softly in his ears.

“Hey! You can't just pass out on me after saying stuff like that!”

He got no further response for the boy in green. So, with his cheeks red and a few grumbles, he continued on his way. How absolutely embarrassing. Yet it felt elating at the same time to know he was also important to Gon.

All that was missing was you.

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The lights were off. Which meant…You hadn't come back yet. Or maybe you'd already left. A feeling of dread washed over him. Was he too late? He'd never be able to forgive himself if he was.

The door was still locked too. And as he walked inside, it felt empty. He placed Gon down on the couch before making his way over to your room. He gave a few knocks, but there was no response. In a last ditch effort he opened the door.

Your room was neater than how Palm left it. Your bed was also made eerily to perfection. No sign of you recently coming in. You weren't here. And it was already midnight. He was about to leave when something caught his eye.

Kite's hat was still on your nightstand.

You wouldn't have left it behind. It was too important to you. Then again, you were leaving them behind…But Kite was different. He'd always been different to you. Try as Killua might, he couldn't help but feel a spark of hope that you weren't gone yet. There was still a chance.

He exited your room just in time for the lights to come on. Standing still anxiously as you finished locking the door, unawares to his presence. All your energy from before seemed to be gone. You finally looked like yourself. But it all went away the second he called out to you.

“Y/n.”

You visibly tensed. A brief flash of shock before your expression went completely blank. You weren't expecting to see the boys. You thought they'd be asleep by now, or at the very least out of the house. You weren't ready for another confirmation. More screaming and arguing. You should've been gone already. It was clear your presence did more harm than good.

‘I hate you.’

‘You're a burden.’

‘If you cared you wouldn’t have abandoned us!’

“I just came to get a few things. If you'll excuse me…” You did your best to keep your tone steady. Not to let anything show. But still his words rung heavy in your head.

You wouldn't be dragging this out with a goodbye. You were only inconveniencing them the longer you stayed. Yet as you tried to push past Killua, he panicked.

“No!” he blurted out. Taking a few steps forward before he realized what he was doing. How this was already not going as planned.

“I uh…Can we please talk?” His tone was much softer than you were used to.

It had you eyeing him suspiciously. And now that you were actually seeing him, he was injured. Bruising accompanied by swelling. A queazy feeling settling in your stomach as you spotted red in the center of his forehead. The last thing you wanted was to appear weak at a time like this. So you turned your head away from him. An action that felt undeniably cruel.

But this is what he wanted, right? For you to stay out of his life. It was only common sense you should act like you already were.

“I have nothing to say to you.”

If you'd been looking, you would have seen the exact moment his heart broke. You didn't sound angry. You didn't say it to be petty. From his perspective, it felt like you really were done with him. You'd already moved on.

And he just couldn't accept that.

“What!?! Y/n please.”

Killua had never felt this pitiful in his entire life. So small. He never expected to be treated like a complete stranger from you. You were his big sibling. But it seemed like all the warmth from you had gone and faded away.

Why was he staring at you like that? Like your indifference was hurting him. Why was his aura flooded with regret and sorrow? Was he second guessing himself after all? Or was this a test? A trick? A way to lure you back in, only to spit in your face once again.

Tell you something sweet to then accuse you of not being enough again.

That was it right?

He'd blame you for his injuries next.

No.

They were the ones who followed you.

It wasn't your fault.

So why were you blaming yourself? If you'd been there, would the results have been different?

‘You should know I'm very proud of you. Not many would stick up for those they cared about when facing punishment. You have a loyalty that runs deep.’

But as quickly as the warmth came, it was taken. The hand cupping your cheek moved back and slapped you. Your head turning from the force.

The left side of your face was numb. A dark handprint already forming on your skin.’

No. No it wouldn't have. There were just some people who you'd never be able to make happy. No matter what you did. And unfortunately, it was always the people you cared the most about. Your body once again shutting down at the thought.

“... I'm going to be late if I don't leave now. Can't you just write it in a note or something?” You didn't mean for it to be that harsh, but it was the only way to get your message across.

You were done.

And the longer you were pestered about it, the sooner you'd snap.

What was this? Why were you acting like this? Cruel. Detached. You'd wanted to fix things earlier, right? So what happened? What the hell happened? How far had he gone for you to treat him like this?

He didn't mean it. Any of it. And he needed you to know that. He took a few more steps forward, tears once again brimming his eyes. How many times had he cried today?

How many times had been because of you?

“Y/n, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything.” He'd said it. Gon said all he had to do was apologize. And if that still wasn't enough, then he'd do whatever it took for you to forgive him.

But your response was the last thing he was expecting.

“... Okay…”

One word.

One single word that was meant to brush him off.

And he couldn't help but become desperate for something more. A response that wasn't empty. That wasn't cold.

“Okay? Okay!?! What's wrong with you!?!? Don't you care!?! All you have to say to me is ‘okay’!?!”

And the damm had finally broke.

“Tell me you hate me! That you never want to see me again!!! Just say something more than okay!”

You'd opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to figure out something to say. You didn't want to argue anymore. You were tired of it. Tired of today completely.

“You're gonna wake him up if you keep screaming.” You gestured towards Gon.

An action so baffling, it made his jaw drop. This was it. You were officially done. But he wasn't ready to let you go. He couldn't stand knowing they mattered so little to you. He couldn't stand you not knowing how much you meant to the both of them.

“Like I said. I need to grab a few-” But before you could get the words out, Killua had rushed over. Wrapping his arms tightly around your middle sobbing.

“I'm sorry, don't leave! Please!”

Hug him back, please. He needed you to hug him back. To say things would be okay. He needed you to stay.

You placed your hand on his head. And for a second, he thought the situation would end there. That you wouldn't leave after all. It had him believing everything would be okay. That you'd ruffle his hair and make him promise not to say anything like that again. But instead, that brief moment of contact was used to push him away from you.

Making him stumble back in shock.

As if you were swatting away a pest. Like he was inconveniencing you by holding on. And that was what broke him completely.

You were done with them.

You didn't have to say it for him to know…You hated him.

He could take a lot of things. He'd endured the worst kinds of torture for years from his family. He'd been forced to see carnage at such a young age. He'd always been treated like some kind of trophy instead of a person. And he never once complained. He never once argued with what was forced upon him.

But this...This he couldn't take.

You pushing him aside to enter your room. Like you were dead set on being out of his life. So once again, he wasted no time clinging onto you. Feet almost dragging on the floor as you tried to move forward. Burying his face against your side.

“I don't care if you hate me! If you don't want me anymore! Don't leave! Don't just leave us here by ourselves!”

You'd placed your hand on his head once more. You were gonna push him away again. And the fear pushed him to speak from the depths of his soul. A plea for you to stop.

“I love you! Is that what you wanted to hear!?!? I didn't mean it when I said I wanted you gone! Don't-Don’t give up because I was being stupid!”

Your movements stopped. Listening to Killua's cries in silence. Taking in everything. This was also a song and dance you'd done before. Love that was given, then taken for no other reason than because you'd messed up.

Love you?

It was enough to break you too. An ugly feeling clutching at your heart. One that was tired of the constant push and pull between love and hate. Killua unable to know he'd resurfaced a trauma so deep and scarred from your childhood.

‘You are very important, little one. So very gifted, and you never fail to make me proud.’

‘Taking the fall again? You know better than to lie to me.’ A slap to your face. Then another one.

‘My pride and joy. You're a one of a kind prodigy.’

‘Disgraceful what you've done. Forsaking the name given to you just to act foolish? Tainting the clan that graciously welcomed you with open arms. Your punishment is total isolation for a week. Now get out of my sight.’

“Stop talking. I know what you're doing. I'm not an idiot.” Your tone accusing. And before Killua could explain anything, you'd shoved him off of you once more. Now glaring with a look that could only be described as hate.

“What? Did something else go wrong that you want me to fix? Well I'm done being the fixer. I'm done with your problems always being my fault. You only want me here to have someone to blame, right?”

You pointed directly at him. Shaking your head before you clasped it tightly in your hands. A cruel grin on your face while he saw you cry for the very first time.

“I didn't do anything wrong! I'm not perfect, but I'm not the cause of all your problems!” You hadn't been here today. It couldn't have possibly been your fault this time.

But maybe somehow it had.

“I didn't make things worse intentionally!”

It was then that Killua realized what was happening. He thought he had it bad but…you had it worse. His heart ached for you while you continued to break right in front of him.

“I told you-I told you I can't always get things right! But of course I'm older! It's always my fault! I'm the strongest! So everything falls on me when someone gets hurt!” You let out a laugh. One that sounded defeated.

Your eyes met his and you gestured to yourself frantically.

“Haven't I done enough for you!?!?” Your voice seeming to bounce off the walls. The space falling into silence.

They'd put too much on your shoulders. Or maybe the weight had already been there. Carried over from what you'd experienced previously. Now it was Killua's turn to try and comfort you. His turn to lift your burdens. But he didn't get the chance to.

“Why-Why am I never good enough?” It was a whisper at this point.

You weren't good enough for Reik.

You weren't good enough for Kari.

You weren't good enough for Kite.

You weren't good enough for Gon and Killua.

You will never be good enough.

“You are enough.” Killua's voice snapping you from your spiral. The very same words you didn't get a chance to say this morning.

But somehow you just couldn't believe them yet. Then you'd heard it. Her.

'I love you, you're here with me. You're safe with me. Let me protect you for now. Just until you get your strength back.'

He was trying, wasn't he?

“Then why? Why don't I feel like it?”

The small assassin was at a loss of words. Who did this to you? Who had ruined you so completely that you couldn't put yourself back together. He took a step towards you, but you'd put your hand up to stop him.

“You know what? I don't care anymore. Say whatever you want, I'm done.” You wiped your eyes and instead of going towards your room, you started towards the front door.

Killua had to try one more time. Now that he knew what you really thought of yourself. So he grabbed your wrist this time. Funny how now the roles were reversed this time.

“Don't leave.”

You tried to pull your arm away.

“We can't do this without you. We've only gotten this far because of you. You're- You're-”

It was hard to put into words just how much you'd changed their lives. How important you were. But he needed to. Especially now that you had stopped trying to pull yourself away.

“All my family has ever done is use me. They have this image in their head of what I'm supposed to be. What I'm supposed to become. But you've never done that. When I'm with you and Gon, it's like I can finally be someone I'm proud of. I've never had someone care about me like you. But maybe I've taken advantage of that. Maybe I've been doing to you what my family has been doing to me. Expecting you to fit this image of what I think is a perfect big sibling.

But you're not perfect. And neither am I. And that's okay. I don't want you to be perfect because then you're not you. You're not the one who calls us goblins or chases us around when you're upset. You're a stranger. I know I shouldn't have said what I did this morning, and I regretted it ever since. I do want you in my life. Both of us want you to stay. Please…”

You'd collapsed on your knees crying. And he wasted no time kneeling besides you. Pulling you into a hug.

“I really can't keep doing this. It's unfair when I leave, and I know that. But do it because I don't want you to get hurt. I'm not safe. I can't risk anything happening to you. I'd never be able to forgive myself if it happened again.” Losing another kid, it would kill you.

“But when you tell me you need me, then say you want nothing to do with me…it's cruel. It's-its-!” It's just like Father.

“You don't know, you can't possibly have known, but I've always been measured by my worth. What I'm capable of doing just for a moment of normalcy. Of being wanted. It's not your fault.. but I can't keep doing this.”

You can't keep losing your purpose in life.

Being praised for completing missions. Then being hit for failing. Being told you were burdening your clan for making a mistake. Being isolated in the dark for messing up. Only for him to pretend like it never happened.

The constant push and pull of love and hate. Of being praised and belittled.

You couldn't do it again.

But kids tended to be unsure about their own feelings. You couldn't put it on them for saying things when they were upset. But goddamit, what about when you were upset. Who was there to be understanding for you when things went wrong?

Nobody.

You were just supposed to take it.

Endure it.

Killua hugged you a little tighter.

“I didn't mean it.” He reaffirmed.

Your tears finally slowing down.

“We're your little brothers. And we love you. I love you. But I'd just like to know why you keep leaving. And if you're not ready to talk about that yet, it's fine. We'll both always be here if you need us. You don't have to bottle things up anymore.”

The same thing Kite had said to you when you lost control.

And he'd meant it just as much.

Not a single trace of deceit in his aura.

So you allowed yourself to believe it one last time. Knowing you wouldn't be able to take it if it wasn't true again.

You at last returned the hug. Engulfing the small assassin in your arms.

“You can't ever say those things again to me, okay?” Your voice was smaller than it had ever been. Almost scared with the slight waiver to it.

“I promise. I'm not gonna make you deal with everything anymore. If something's wrong, we'll deal with it together.” And finally he heard it for real this time.

“Atta boy.”

It was almost enough to make him cry again. That was until the couch started rustling. A flash of green peaking over at the scene.

“So are you two good now?” Gon asked.

The both of you looking over in shock.

“Hey! You heard everything again!?!? How many times are you gonna pretend to be asleep!?! You know it's very rude to eavesdrop!!!!” Killua scolded. His face a bright red.

And before he could roughhouse with the other one, you let out a laugh. A real laugh. Your laugh. And you'd finally given your real smile.

“Get over here,” you encouraged.

Gon bolting from the couch and stumbling over into one side of your open arms. You gave both boys a squeeze.

“I love you both, my little sun and moon.”

Maybe….

Maybe you were just about ready to tell them everything.

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Not so Fun Fact #15: Y/n is very squeamish with touch. Especially around their face, due to what they experienced as a child.

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Hiiii!!

Can I get a friends to lovers scenario with some of the Harry Potter boys (particularly George Weasley and Remus Lupin if you do those two characters ❤️❤️)? Any specifics will do, I’m just a sucker for the trope. Please and Thank you!!!

George Weasley - Friends to Lovers Trope HCs

I know you guys are looking for probably actual writing but right now making bulleted headcanons are just so much easier on me and my melting brain, so for now, take this semi detailed scenario hcs about being friends to lovers with George :))

I'm so sorry I'm advance!! these really are just me rambling about how I think it would go,,, I hope y'all enjoy,,

I promise I'll actually write something better for this soon

•So friends to lovers with the one and only George Weasley. Honestly I see this trope as like,,, you're just best friends with him and he's the one to fall first. And believe me, he falls HARD.

•This man doesn't fall easily for people. At least, not like this. Sure he's had a few fling crushes here and there that he might have hyper fixated on a tiny bit just because he craves the attention. HOWEVER - once he realizes he's falling for his best friend? He's a mess.

•One day he was just listening to you talk to him, Fred, Lee and Angelina and all of a sudden when you laughed about something stupid he said? It made him feel different. It pulled at his heartstrings in the most beautiful way that he was almost sure he imagined it because you never stirred up this reaction out of him before?? So he was very confused.

•No doubt he tried to brush it off but as time went on in the span of the 30 minutes you and everyone else was chatting in the Commons, it dawned on him.

•O h. I'm gaining feelings for my best friend.

•Insert him excusing himself to go do… something else. Probably go try to work on WWW inventions or something. He just needed to take a quick breather and distraction. Everyone thought it was normal but Fred could sense something was off with his twin. So he followed after him? He went to their dorm to see George kind of flustered and freaking out and asked what was wrong.

•Naturally, George is great with words /sar so what ended up coming out of his mouth? Complete gibberish. Fred normally could understand his brother's incessant ramblings but not this time.

•"Woah Georgie, slow down. I can't understand you when you're spilling your words all over the floor like this." He normally would have tried to make light of the situation and he still does. Thankfully, George was able to actually get out what he was trying to say.

•"I think - I think I might be falling for them!"

•Que Fred laughing. Also que George punching him in the arm while yelling "BLOODY HELL FRED THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!!"

•Oh but it is. He knew his brother was rather soft when it came to the mushy feelings of romance, but he didn't think he was this bad.

•So naturally Fred has to talk him through processing these feelings (not that he could really handle his own feelings if he ever liked someone like his twin is currently)

•They're both horrible with their feelings. Despite having a big family, I don't think Molly really was there to help them process their own feelings due to having their younger siblings to take care of. And you know Arthur was always working so it was quite literally just the two of them. Not that they don't appreciate their family but c'mon now.

•ANYWAYS I'm getting off track here. George eventually figures out his feelings and yes, its very apparent he feels something for you.

•So he and Fred try to plan accordingly about how to bring it up to you. But you're so… you. George doesn't want to mess whatever you guys have up.

•I will say however that you've noticed him acting a bit different. So the plan the twins had goes out the window once you confront and ask George about his behavior in the next coming weeks.

•He cracks, because he just can't lie to you! Not when you're looking at him like that. So he ends up spilling a confession of which almost gets missed by how hesitant and quiet he gets.

•Thankfully your ears work (unlike mine lmao) and you take his confession in pride. You tell him you appreciate it (which he swears he's about to be rejected just because of those words alone-) but then you tell him that you'd be willing to try. Because recently you had started to see him in a different light.

•He's ecstatic tbh and SO relieved. Like when I tell you he let out the biggest sigh of relief? I MEAN IT.

•This is how your relationship with him starts. Yeah it's a little messy, but not in a bad way! George has next to no idea what he's doing because he REALLY does care for you and he doesn't want to let you down or hurt you.

•Just be patient with him, okay? I promise he makes it all worth it <33

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 6 months

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Unlikely Friends - S.Harrington

Summary - Lover’s lake was her favorite lake to skate on during winter break, usually only running into older men ice fishing. However, one night she runs into the captain of the hockey team, Steve Harrington. They become unlikely friends within the span of a night.

Word Count - 792

Warnings - Female reader, use of Y/N, Munson!Reader no physical description is given, foul language, not proofread

Author’s Note - Welcome to day 19! 6 more days left! This is one of my favorite pairings ever, hockey player and figure skater.

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There was one lake in Hawkins that she liked to go to in order to practice over the winter break, that lake was lover’s lake. Usually it was vacant except for some ice fishers but not this night. No, this night there was a boy who was skating around with a hockey stick. She had recognized him, the captain of the high school hockey team, Steve Harrington.

She went about her usual routine however, unbothered by the new presence around her. That was until she was hit square in the back with a hockey puck which sent her flying onto the ice.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!” She heard his voice approaching her, panic lacing his tone.

“Holy shit that hurts! Goddamn Harrington! Do you have to hit that thing so hard?” She groaned out as she sat up, his hand reaching out to her to help her up to her feet, she gladly accepted and accepted the help.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” He repeated, still panicking.

“I’m good, I’ve had worse but damn those things are hard as shit. Now I understand why so many hockey players are missing teeth.” This made Steve chuckle, tension leaving his shoulders at her foul language and realizations. “What are you doing on the ice on Christmas eve?” She asked him, rubbing the spot on her back gently.

“I could ask you the same thing. Coach wanted me to practice my slap shots, obviously they need work since I completely missed the goal and whacked you in the back,” Steve rambled.

“I need to practice my new skills before my next practice. My coach wants my routine to be perfect, said my skills were average at best.”

“Your coach sounds like a bitch.” This made her laugh as she agreed. Steve offered to step off the lake for a bit so she could feel safe enough not to get hit with a puck again and they’d switch off every 30 minutes so they could get breaks.

Steve watched her, mesmerized by the leaps and twirls she was able to do without effort. She too, was mesmerized by how brutish Steve was on the ice but was an absolute sweetheart off of it. They continued switching who was on the ice for hours, chatting in between and getting to know one another. By the end of their turn taking, it was pitch black outside, the moon shining bright and the star glimmering. They sat on a boulder beside the lake and talked, and they talked.

They talked for hours, about everything and nothing at all. Venting about their coaches and some of the people on their team. As they both took off their skates and put on their shoes, Steve asked her, “How did you get here if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I walked, I don’t live too far away, I live in the trailer park with my dad and cousin,” She replied.

“Do you want a ride home? I don’t mind, the trailer park is on my way actually.”

“That would be lovely, thank you.”

On the walk to his car, Steve asked about her family and who her cousin was. “Eddie Munson, super senior, school freak. He’s my favorite person, he’s a great guy, just misunderstood.”

“I’ve never talked to him before but I know he doesn’t like jocks very much.”

“God no, most of them bully the shit out of him. Once he gets used to someone, you get to see the real side of Eddie.”

They talked through the entire car ride, which was short and hadn’t stopped until he pulled into the driveway of the trailer, two men sitting on her doorstep with cigarettes in their hands and waiting. She kissed Steve on the cheek before thanking him and leaving the car.

“Where the hell have you been? We’ve been worried about you!” Eddie exclaimed, pulling his cousin into a protective hug.

“I was practicing for a while, met Steve and we lost track of time. I didn’t mean to scare you guys. I’m sorry,” She admitted.

“No need to apologize sweetpea. We’re just glad you’re home safe. We will be talking about that boy though,” Wayne butted in, kissing his daughter on the head before ushering the two teens inside. She waved at Steve one last time before the front door had closed behind her. She hadn’t left the area of the front door until she heard Steve’s car pull away and down the road. With a goofy grin on her face, she made her way into her room for the night. Happy she had the chance to get to know Steve Harrington. Happy that he wasn’t the asshole everyone said he was.

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the melting point {chapter 12}

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Baker! Reader (ex EMT! Reader)

Summary: You and Frankie find a good rhythm with each other now that everything is out in the open.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: slight voyeurism (?), talk of voyeurism, dirty talk, use of pet names (sweet girl, qurida, good girl), mentions of past smut, p in v smut, unprotected smut (be careful, ya'll), light dom! frankie, light sub! reader, reader would do anything frankie asked tbh, medical jargon, mentions of past injuries

A/N: this chapter flowed, it's a lot of...reader and frankie being infatuated with each other now that everything it out in the open. progressing the plot a bit, this story is outlined completely now! i expect it to be around 30-35 chapters today, so we still have time with our sweet little couple, hope y'all enjoy! thank you for reading and lemme know what you think c:

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The dough you were gently folding baker’s chocolate into was cool against your fingers, your hands working the dough on the island counter in Frankie’s kitchen. He had run up to shower, but you suspected he wanted to tidy things upstairs as well before you ventured up to that part of the house later.

His house was cute, settled into a neighborhood on the cusp of what considered midtown for the city. It was a good twenty-minute drive with early afternoon traffic, surely it would be longer in the evenings when he normally took the route back home. It was a two-story home, a guest room downstairs tucked into the back, a half-bath / laundry room, with a semi open kitchen and living room layout. You assumed the remaining two rooms were upstairs and a full bathroom or two.

The colors of the house were muted, nothing too bold or bright. A lot of warm shades that you could see Frankie picking the precise shade of in order to paint his home. He had been here the entirety of his daughter’s life, having taken out a loan with the help of the Army when he had discovered he was to be a father. He mentioned that Lucy had only been here the last half of her pregnancy and then a few months after giving birth, making her exit before she had made a home here.

The thought both broke your heart and brought you a sense of comfort.

Warm hands wrapped around your middle, the soft padding of bare feet on the tile alerting you to your company. You hummed as you felt Frankie rest his forehead on the back of your neck, leaning down over you a bit to do so. His mouth placed chaste kisses to the top of your spine, sprinkling them over the skull with horns that decorated the skin there. His hands spanned wide as he stretched out his palms underneath your baggy shirt, the shorts you were wearing soft and the waistband no longer tight on your body. His pinkies delved underneath the band, igniting sparks of warmth and pleasure in you that had you arching back into him.

Nipping your skin before pulling away, he spoke quietly in your ear.

“You look really good in my kitchen, sweet girl.”

Your hands stopped working the dough in front of you, concentration and thoughts broken as he moved his hands lower to palm at the front of your hips, right over where he could feel a scar he hadn’t thought much of until your history had been revealed to him. His hands had dipped below the fabric of your underwear. It was mostly hidden within the petals of a detailed chrysanthemum, the piece spanning from the front of your hip, the entire side of it, and the outer most edges of your ass. It was mirrored on the other hip, the piece you had been showing off to the bartender back when Taylor had been visiting.

“Frankie, these have to get in the oven or we won’t have any desert.”

“I’ve got my desert right here,” His right hand moved to tease your slit, feeling how wet you had gotten in just the few moments he had been in the room with you. You moaned as he dipped two fingers in, sliding them along your seam, teasing at your entrance. “Seems like there’s plenty for me to have a good taste. You’re absolutely dripping for me.”

Your hands gripped the edge of the island counter as he rubbed slow circles on your clit, eliciting a needy moan from you. The pads of his fingers were deliciously rough, and he knew you loved the way his hands felt on your skin. Your head fell back to rest on his shoulder, his mouth coming down to whisper in your ear.

“Finish traying up the cookies.” His tone had shifted, he was telling you, not asking. It was something he hadn’t done yet, taking control of the situation completely. Mostly he had just been willing to be a part of what you two shared, not taking command but the sight of you in his house, in his space, in his shirt. It was doing something to him. He continued to rub slow circles on the throbbing bundle of nerves, his own hips flush with your backside now. You could feel the hard line of him through the thin shorts he had on. You were willing to bet he had forgone underwear.

His other hand rose to palm one of your breasts, fingers finding the bud there and pulling on it. You let out a startled huff that turned into a moan when he pinched it hard.

You nodded, hands releasing their tight grasp on the counter and moving back to the dough. Frankie bit down on side of your neck, his teeth prickling your skin. His hands stopped their intoxicating movements.

“Nu-uh, need a verbal confirmation from you.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Hmm, that’s it.” You let out a choked sound when he began to rub at your clit again, with more pressure this time. His tongue swiped hot up the side of your neck, your head bowing over as you tried to concentrate on forming even portions of the dough to place atop the greased tray. When you placed the first one atop the dark metal, Frankie’s hand that had been playing with your breast came down to shuck off your shorts and underwear. They fell to the floor and you quickly stepped out of them.

“Spread your legs for me, be a good girl for me.”

“Yes, sir.” As you did so his rough fingers didn’t stop steadily moving against your clit, and you could feel slick begin to trail down the inside of your thighs. You nearly dropped the next portion of dough when you heard the hush of his own shorts falling to the floor. There was a deep groan that rumbled behind you when you felt yourself flutter at the implications, a couple of drops of your arousal leaking down onto the discarded fabric at your feet.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Showing me how excited you are for me, aren’t you? You’re drippin’ all over my kitchen floor, querida.” You let out a stuttered gasp as his hand not working you swiped through your folds and collected some of the slick. Your knees nearly buckled when you heard him suck on those same fingers, a dirty moan falling from him at the taste. Surely, he could feel the throbbing of your clit underneath his fingers still connected to you.

“Is your leg strong enough for me to fuck you up against this counter, baby girl?” He asked, as he gripped his hard length tight and brough it to rest between your cheeks. He didn’t move, just laid it there for you to feel the hot, long line of him. He was waiting for an answer.

“Yes, please. Sir, I need you.” Your voice was a whine, you didn’t care. You had just had him, twice at your place before the store. Your body had been humming the entire time you watched as Frankie had taken his time picking out a good cut of steaks from the butcher, the best brussels he could find in the produce section, the best potatoes for the sides. Watched in simmering anticipation as he had debated between heavy whipping cream and what kind of sauce he wanted to make for the meal. It had been intoxicating, being that domestic with the tall, broad man like that. To see him out in public, to be out in public with him.

Women had been watching him, looking him up and down to take in the way his faded jeans and simple t-shirt had fit him. The movement of his biceps against the taut fabric of his sleeves, the way his butt looked simply divine behind the pockets of his pants. The hat that had tamped down over his curls, the longer strands reached out from underneath it and begged for hands to run through. His hands had kept coming back to you then, simple guiding touches to the small of your back. A gentle caress up and down your arm as you waited for him to decide what would be best out of what he needed.

When you had stumbled a bit at a rather sharp pull on your stitches, still present and heavily bandaged, he had bent down right there in the middle of the aisle and placed a chaste kiss to the top of them, his hands skimming your legs in careful reverence. He had to have known the trembles of your nerves had been from him kneeling down in front of you, not from the pain. He had looked up at you, to see the deep flush on your neck and the hungry look in your eyes before he stood and you had to knock your head back to continue staring at him. He had brought a hand up to nudge at his bottom lip, his tongue peaking out to wet it.

He had moved in closer to you, caging you against the handle of the cart you had been pushing for extra support. You were sure had had been about to swoop down and capture your own lips with his as someone cleared their throat and said excuse me before reaching for something directly where you were both standing. Your eyes broke away from his to offer a small apology to the stranger and you whipped around to move the cart carefully out of the way and down the aisle. You caught a woman’s eyes as you passed her, her own face pink as she gripped a can of something tight in her hands. You could feel her eyes on you as you felt Frankie’s hand rest on you to help you continue throughout the store and to the checkout lane.

You had liked it, you had liked the charge in the air as you shopped alongside him. Had been seen with him, the intensity with which had nearly taken over you both. Heat pooled in your middle, expanding out in pleasured tingles down your legs now and up into your chest as you felt Frankie begin to rut against the seam of you. His length parted you, swiping between your folds and you could feel how he throbbed and twitched as he reveled in how wet you were.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you’re always so good for me.”

“Only for you, sir, anything for you.”

“Would you have let me take you in that store? While all those silly, jealous women watched? All those watching, dirty men palming themselves to the sight of you taking my cock in the middle of that aisle, pressed up against the shelves?” The tip of him caught on your entrance, and he pushed in, shallowly thrusting. He wasn’t giving you all of him, just teasing you open a little, waiting on an answer.

“Fuck, Frankie, yes.”

He bottomed out in one thrust. You choked out a moan, voice high and euphoric. You both stilled, taking in the stretch of him filling you up so completely. Your hands moved to tray up a few more portions of dough, his command still floating around your mind distantly. Little pants that dissolved to whimpers when he would twitch that deep inside you had him reaching his hands around to rest on the lip of the counter, caging you in a way that made your heartbeat thud hard in your chest.

“Fuck, sweet girl, you make the best sounds for me.”

“Please. Please move, sir.” You begged, not caring how high your voice was, you were practically keening for him. You were clenching around him hard, you could feel the slickness of your combined arousal where you were both connected and how it was sneaking down between your thighs in a wet trail. You don’t think you’ve ever gotten this wet with anyone before. Your mind was humming his name on repeat like a prayer.

Frankie. Frankie. Frankie.

He didn’t move, his knuckles white on the edge of the counter beside you.

“Finish the cookies, be a good girl.”

You hurriedly balled up the last bit of dough into portions and nearly threw them onto the tray in front of you. They weren’t as evenly spaced as the others, and Frankie tutted behind you, his mouth coming down to whisper in your ear that you could do better. You hastily fixed the spacing and arched your back, shimmying your hips back to urge him into moving. You moved your hips in a circular motion, leaning heavily on your arms as you braced yourself on the clear counter space now in front of you. Your shirt was lifted up and off, your chest meeting the coolness of the marble beneath you. Your nipples hardened at the sensation, goosebumps sprouted along your back.

“Fransisco, please.”

“Oh fuck.”

He pulled out a bit only to slam back in and grind his hips into you, mimicking your earlier circular motions. His head caught that ridged spot deep inside you and you melted onto the counter even more, keening whines pushed through your chest as your breath escaped in pants. He was moving against you in hard, deep movements, moving just fast enough to stoke the rapidly approaching orgasm that was low in your belly.

The kitchen filled with the needy sounds you were making, the wet sounds of Frankie moving against you, and the unfiltered moans the man was letting out as he moved to press a hand lightly to your back and press you down into the counter. The other hand came to hold your hip, gripping tight, his fingers grazing the scar there underneath your tattoo. His eyes racked over you decorated back, and leaned down to place sucking kisses along every inch he could reach.

Your orgasm hit you so hard you felt the air rush out of your lungs in a shout, startling you with how it was suddenly sending waves of pleasure over your heated skin. You looked over your shoulder and reveled in the sight of Frankie still pounding into you, leading you through the whole thing, thrusting just as hard and deep to chase his own despite how tightly you were clenching around him. You whined when he pushed you down with a little more force. Though he brought his eyes to meet yours, his brow furrowed and sweat dampening the curls on his forehead, his plush lips were parted as he panted. God, he looked so good and he was yours.

His eyes turned hazy and he frantically asked you where you wanted him, his hips faltering as his own pleasure heightened and was about to snap.

“Where, sweet girl, where?”

“Inside, please, sir, inside!” You whined, wanting to feel him, all of him. You fluttered around his cock at the mere thought of him filling you up. He grunted at the sensation, it was throwing him over the edge he was already so very close to.

“Fuck, okay, be a good girl and take it all for me, okay?” He slammed into you completely, bottomed out and his hips were flush with the back of your thighs. His teeth were suddenly digging into your shoulder, the skin pricking where he had broken the skin with his canines. You felt the hot ropes of his release paint your insides and you moaned at the feeling of it. Your eyes fluttered closed as you pushed back onto him, circling your hips to coach out every last drop from him.

When you stood back up to your full height and turned around to face him, your expression was enamoring. You looked so blissed out, lips red from where you had been worrying them with your teeth, cheeks and neck flushed a deep pink underneath the tan of your skin, eyes blown wide and gazing at him as if he hung the moon. Your glasses had been taken off and you gently perched them back atop the bridge of your nose. Frankies arms came around your back to help keep you up, your legs trembling from the pleasure.

His release slowly trailed down the insides of your thighs, making you feel some type of way.

He leaned down and licked away the errant chocolate chips that had melted into the skin of your breasts and chest as he had held you down to the counter. You moaned as his tongue moved hot against your skin, prickling pleasure that was already cascading slowly over you spiked but you were too tired for it to anything beyond that.

“What time is your appointment tomorrow?” Frankie finished what he was doing to the plates and brought them over to the table. He had already poured a glass of wine for you each, red, to go with the steak.

“In the morning, they’re going to check on the stitches and my range of movement.” You took a bite of the steak already cut into pieces to show off the middle of it, it was perfectly cooked and placed atop a bed of mashed potatoes and asparagus. A shallot and peppercorn cream sauce was drizzled on top of it, and it looked amazing. You moaned around the bite you had taken, turning surprised eyes to Frankie across the table. He was watching you avidly, his own bite halfway to his mouth.

“That sounded a lot like the way you moan when I’m deep inside you, sweet girl. Any correlation?” He teased, a cheeky smirk displaying the dimple he had on the right side of his face. You swatted your hand at him, turning away to chew the rest of your bite. Your gaze caught the drawings held to the front of the fridge with magnets. They were all so adorable. Very much like the one that was secured to the front of your own fridge back at your apartment.

You didn’t look back at him, feigning that you didn’t hear him and he chuckled at you as he took a sip from his wine glass. You tapped the screen of your phone beside you on the top of the table beside your own. The fork in your hand clattered down as you gasped at the notification that displayed on it.

“Oy dios mío.” You quickly snatched your phone up and walked away from the table, bringing it up to your ear as you did so. Frankie was standing up with you, but you tossed him one of the brightest smiles he had ever seen and waved him back to the table. You were gone, across the threshold and in the living room for a few minutes. Your professional voice wafting into the kitchen and Frankie wondered what had you so excited.

When you came back to the room, you practically skipped over to him and settled in his lap, your arms going around his shoulders as you laid your legs out over him. You peppered his face with little kissed as laughter bubbled up.

“What is it, sweet girl?” Frankie held tight to your back, his other hand coming to rest atop your injured leg so it didn’t jostle at your wiggling.

“I put up flyers around some of the nicer bars of the area and Morgan told all her friends about it. The event I’m having tomorrow, the one with the cocktail and desert pairings? A local food critic emailed me and said she wanted to attend!”

“Cariño, that's...that's incredible! The farmer’s market article and now this? You’re doing such a good job, querida, you deserve all of this.” His plush lips captured yours as he leaned in and his hands tightened their hold on you.

You were giddy throughout the rest of dinner, gushing over the details of tomorrow. His boss had given him tasks to complete around town, collection orders from local places and parts they had to order for certain repairs, so he was going to help you get the last of the stuff you needed as well. After the appointment of course, he was going with you in case they decided to give you a shots of either a muscle relaxer or a painkiller.

The shop was going to be closed during the day due to the event, something you struggled with deciding. But you admitted to him you might be closing it for a few days here and there while you interviewed and hired two more people to help with the influx of business so you could focus solely on the baking yourself.

You both settled on the couch after cleaning up and packing away the leftovers from dinner. Fresh cookies and a scoop of ice cream in a bowl you both shared in front of a cheesy shark movie. Frankie kept trying to point out how the logistics didn’t make any sense and you gasped every time the very obviously not real shark suddenly appeared on the screen, falling for the jump scares so easily it was endearing. You shared sticky kisses throughout the movie.

Will was a little late, an apology on his lips as he pressed a greeting kiss to your temple and offered you something that was wrapped in a beautiful display. The sun had already begun to set, the others having arrived at the shop an hour or so ago to help you get everything situated and make sure you were good yourself. The doctor had opted to keep the stitches in another week, something you hadn’t been too excited about. But the rest of your leg had been healing well enough that you no longer had to wrap it, just make sure it got the twice daily spray of antibiotic solution and then scar cream if you felt the need to.

“We all chipped in, got a fresh print from the office and had them do it on a slightly larger scale.”

You noticed his friend behind him, hands cupped in front of him as he waited for an introduction. He was the dad that frequented your shop on Friday’s during the school year, the one who had been with Will the day you had gotten injured at the gym, the one who had asked you out and given you his card…

“Open it, manté!” Benny clapped his hands together, excited to see your reaction to the gift.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you carefully tore the paper along the seams of where it was taped together. You could see the shiny glass of a frame and as you removed the wrapping in one shift, a fresh printing of the farmer’s market article detailing your bakery faced you underneath it. The frame was beautiful, an ornate dark gray one. You rain your fingers over the details of it, blinking back tears as you looked up at the smiling faces around you.

“You guys…”

“Do you love it, or do you love it?” Pope chirped as he hugged you from behind, his hands coming to rest over yours as you still gripped the frame tight.

“You’re gonna make me ruin my makeup.” You warbled as you felt the other three move in to hug you as well, creating a safe haven in all of their arms around you and each other as they celebrated your success. It was a lot. It was so a lot. But you were happy. Here in this new state, with this bakery you always thought had been a pipe dream, with a man who you adored and adored you back, with a group of friends who accepted you into their click as easily as breathing.

You could feel Frankie sneak a hand around one of yours and give it a squeeze.

After waving them all off and rubbing a careful finger underneath your eye, you placed the frame behind the counter for safe keeping. You would decide where to hang it in the shop later. You had Pope play around with the settings of the lights, the exposed bulbs over the small tables already on the warmer side but wanting everything to be just right.

“Hey, I invited Mark here. Hope that was okay, I know you’re a little hesitant around new people but he’s a decent guy. Going through a divorce right now, found his wife with his best friend.” Will approached you, glancing over at Mark who was talking easily with Benny.

“Of course, Will. I don’t mind at all. I made so much extra in case people who didn’t register wanted to drop by or saw the flyers and decided last minute to check it out.” You smiled at him, taking in the way he was wringing his hands together in front of him. “And Lucianna should still be coming, right? Second date?”

“Third, actually.” He rubbed at the back of his head as he looked down at the nice pair of dress boots he had on. He was in clean, dark gray slacks paired with a faded band tee and a black blazer. Very polished and it was a good look on him. “Took her out the other night to that bar you were telling me about, with the empress gin?”

“Exciting!” You swatted lightly at him, glancing over at Frankie across the room. He was behind the counter, messing with something in the display case. He glanced up, maybe he had felt your gaze on him and his lips pulled into a small grin.

“What’s going on with you two? Fish get his head outta his ass yet?” He followed you over to where you had set up a tall bar cart. It was laden with bottles you were going to use tonight to make the cocktails, on the shelves underneath the bar top, you had stacked the various glasses you had ordered for the occasion. Wanting to display the drinks in proper, beautiful glassware. You had mason jars of dried fruits and flowers to use as garnishes on some of the drinks as well.

“He made me a lovely dinner last night, thank you very much.” You tossed the man a soft smile, grateful that he didn’t shout it out and get the others riled up. He leaned in close and spoke softly to you, not wanting to garner any attention.

“He’s a good guy, manté, just a little shy is all.”

You hummed in response, you were about to say something else when the alarm on your phone chirped and the front door opened with a jingle of the bell overhead.

Two couples walked in, smiles all around. Benny easily took their names down and guided them to a table that had a printed and displayed menu of what was offered tonight. People piled into the bakery shop after that in a steady flow. The food critic had brought a friend along, something she had mentioned in her email in order to take photos of the offerings. She had been honest with you and said she wasn’t sure if she would print the event or not quite yet, but you were slightly nervous, nonetheless. Everything had been curated and paired by your own hands, you were worried about how you played with the flavor profiles of things and if they would come across the way you wanted to everyone who had shown interest.

After a moment of everyone getting settled into their small tables and even some at the tall standing tables where the couches and coffee table typically were. You removed the apron you were wearing and handed it to a waiting Frankie, his had held out to take it from you. The removal of it revealed the full view of a gorgeous jade colored dress that was patterned with silver velvet inlay. It had short, flowy sleeves and the hem was long and fell to the tops of your chunky heeled boots. Your hair had been pulled back in a clip, small braids taming some of your curlier pieces of hair. You had small pins that had silver jeweled stars keeping your curtain bangs back from your face.

“Good evening and welcome! I’m so excited to play host to this little pairing event. We’ve got a good number of them to go through and recipes are available upon request should you enjoy any of them enough. Let’s begin with a play on an espresso martini paired with a rich banana bread….”

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archetypal-archivist · 7 months

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The Math of Outer Wilds

Outer Wilds is a lovely game that takes place in a scaled down solar system complete with tiny planets, tiny day-night cycles, and travel time that is blisteringly fast for ships held together with duct tape. But as any Outer Wilds fanfic writer knows, this scaling down leaves time and distance... wonky.

So I decided to actually run the numbers of how Hearthian distance and time compares to ours. Fair warning, I am not a mathematician, but I'll be explaining my logic and calculations as I go so folks can double check my work. I also apologize deeply to anyone who reads this and then needs to stare at a wall for an hour or two to process just how fucked up Hearthian everything is compared to human measurements; I highly recommend never, ever using these numbers in your writing unless you want to cry.

Let's dive in!

First order of business was calculating from a constant to get a conversion of Hearthian kilometers to human kilometers. I wanted to use the speed of sound from the supernova but sound doesn't travel in space in real life, unlike in game, so I had to use something else. I settled on the general speed a supernova ejects matter at: between 15,000 and 40,000 kilometers per second. I took the lowest value, 15,000, to be as nice to the Hearthian distance system as possible.

The Hearthian star supernova travels at a speed of about 0.812 kilometers a second (I sat my ship on the white hole station about 23 Hearthian km from the sun to watch and my stopwatch recorded it to take 28.32 seconds for me to die). Taking this value, I can then set up a ratio of Hearthian kilometers to Human kilometers: 23 H km to 424,800 hu km, totaling to 18,469.57 human kilometers for 1 Hearthian one. That means, for example, when Giant's Deep is roughly 16.5 Hearthian kilometers from Timber Hearth at the start of the loop, the human distance would be 304,747.905 human kilometers.

So now that we have a good conversion to work off of, let's take a closer look at Timber Hearth, the home planet of Gabbro, Chert, and the rest of the Ventures crew.

By shooting my scout on top of the Zero-G cave such that it's level with "sea level" on the planet then heading down the elevator into the center of the planet, I was able to tell that the distance between the planet's surface and the central point of the planet is to be about 256 Hearthian meters, or about 4,728.21 kilometers in human units. This means that in diameter, Timber Hearth is 9,456.42 human kilometers wide. For reference, Earth is about 12,742 human kilometers wide. This puts Timber Hearth as being just slightly smaller than Earth but bigger than Mars.

Let's go further. The circumference of a circle is calculated with 2*pi*the radius. The radius of Timber Hearth is 4,728.21 kilometers, putting the planet at a circumference of 29,693.16 kilometers. To get from North pole to South pole, a Hearthian would need to walk over 14,000 kilometers, to get from the village to Young Bark crater, about 7,400 human kilometers.

For curiosity's sake, I walked that distance with my little Hearthian traveler and it took me 2 minutes and 30 seconds roughly to walk from North to South pole, including time to navigate around geysers and get up and down the crater walls. I also sat there with my stopwatch and found the Hearthian day-night cycle to take about 8 minutes to go from dawn to dawn. One, this means that in Hearthian time, the loop spans a little less than 3 days, and two, the Hearthian day-night cycle in no way matches distances.

By the Hearthian day-night cycle, I could set off from one pole at dawn, travel over 14,000 kilometers by Earth units, and arrive at the other pole by dusk. That... is implausible. At best.

On Earth, a marathon is 42.195 kilometers and on average, it takes a person 4 hours and 30 minutes to complete it. Expanding on this number, assuming no time is taken for sleep, it would take about 352 hours, or two weeks, to walk from one pole to the other. To get from Timber Hearth to either pole, a week and a few days-worth of sleep of Earth time. These numbers do actually sound plausible. I would 100% believe it would take a month or two to circumnavigate Timber Hearth.

Something else to consider is that Nomai technology is truly incredible, as is the material Timber Hearth is made of. The deepest mine on Earth is roughly 4 kilometers deep, the deepest on Timber Hearth is a whopping 4,728.21 kilometers deep, right down to the center of the planet! This means that the structural integrity of Timber Hearth stone is insane as it's able to hold the shape of the tunnels for thousands of years, beneath the much of the weight of the planet above, without collapsing. No wonder the Nomai used Hearthian rock for the Ash Twin project! And how incredible their technology must be if they were able to mine it en masse, too.

Makes one wonder about the power of those Hearthian mining machines like the one to be fixed in the Zero-G cave, huh? Perhaps it's not such a stretch after all that Slate started making rockets if that's the kind of machinery they were working with beforehand. And the speed those rockets must be able to obtain is just as crazy!

One thing this revelation about distances does is tell us that the protagonist probably spent a lot less time walking across the surface of various planets during the loop than the average player does. Their ship was almost certainly the primary means of travel for our Hearthian and walking was reserved for checking out points of interest that were scouted from space. Beyond this, those gravity tunnels on Brittle Hollow? Those must have been blisteringly fast in order to get across the planet so quickly, no wonder it's so easy to pancake yourself with them.

Another thing it tells us is that all those stories where Gabbro or any other Hearthian makes a day trip to the quantum grove is unlikely to have actually occurred that way, as it would take a lot longer to travel Timber Hearth. The same goes for Tektite and their trip to Youngbark crater- which poses a problem.

The game itself explicitly states that Tektite only took a little while to get from the Hearthian village to go see the disturbance in the crater, an amount of time implied to be less than a few days even. This runs contrary to what is actually possible for a Hearthian to do on foot... Unless Gossan has a ship of their own and uses it to ferry passengers around Timber Hearth. Or Tektite used a tunnel under the planet's crust to shorted the amount of time it takes. Or they're just cool like that, haha.

The main takeaway from all of this is that Outer Wilds is a game about exploration and wonder and as such, trying to make everything make sense is a wonderful way to make your brain start glitching. Numbers are just a tool for a writer or artist to use as a suggestion, not a hard and fast rule, so have fun with it and don't get bogged down in the details!

Unless you're like me and your idea of fun is overanalyzing media at 4 am. Don't be like me.

(Help.)

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Narthex

[Best described as "A ghoul goes ghost hunting", Aether travels to the US to help solve a murder with a demonic twist. This part is primarily from Aether's POV, but it will likely swap between his and Alma's moving forward. Not suitable for younger audiences.] Below the cut.

"There is a church, a smaller branch of the ministry in the United States that sits on the fringe of our control." Papa had debriefed him the night before his flight, sliding a thick manila envelope -near bursting at the seams with documents- to him, "Recently, there... Ah, it's all described in the file. Please review it on the plane."

Aether had assured the other man that he'd do his best, smiling brightly, but, now, bleary eyed and tired, the ghoul wishes he'd saved some of his earlier enthusiasm and left the documents aside until this morning.

Yawning, Aether rubs his eyes and tries to go over the details of the case in his head to distract himself from the light headache setting in, sipping his coffee.

Saint Mary's Cathedral is a deconsecrated church; Although, the file explained, the altar stone was never broken, nor its sacred artefacts removed.

Construction on the building began in the mid 1800's, but the events of the Civil War halted progress on the cathedral for nearly a decade as the people of the surrounding township attempted to return to some sense of normalcy in the wake of the war.

It was not fully completed until 1885, almost two decades after the project was initially begun.

Aether stretches, glancing out the window at the passing cars, trying desperately not to fall asleep.

In 1918, the church was used to quarantine those afflicted with influenza, with over 100 individuals passing within its walls during the span of the outbreak.

Unsurprisingly, this is often cited as a main cause of the supposed haunting taking place inside the building... however.

"You will meet with the caretaker when you arrive, her name is Alma Amato." Papa had said, handing him yet another file to read through, "She believes the haunting to be demonic."

"Demonic, huh?"

Aether leans on his palm.

"And you're sending another demon to deal with it?"

"...I can see how that might seem counterintuitive."

He snorts and returns to aimlessly flipping through the file on his lap.

Alma Amato, Age 30, Caretaker and Administrative Officer of Saint Mary's Cathedral, one of three employees -now two- who work to maintain the property.

"Ms. Amato is a diligent worker, and has been in service to the church for eleven years now. In that time, she has never lodged a single complaint about the haunting at Saint Mary's, but, after the events of last month, she is, understandably, more than a little disturbed."

Aether looks at the newspaper clipping he'd pulled from the envelope earlier and frowns.

Two Dead, One Injured During Ghost Hunting Investigation.

As the car stops for a red light, Aether flips the page over to look at the photos attached to it with a paperclip.

Four faces stare back at him; Jason Vine, age 37, a ghost hunting show host, Maxwell Kurt, age 68, an administrative officer at Saint Mary's, Howard Walker, age 51, the church's lone security guard, and lastly...

Alma Amato.

Aether shivers, something about her gaze, so forward, so focused, it feels like she's watching him through the photograph.

Her eyes are a reddish brown, her brows thin -darkened with make-up from the looks of it- and her hair a pale blonde.

She seems a dour sort, but looks can be deceiving.

"We'll be arriving in fifteen minutes." the driver says, peering back at him in the rearview mirror.

"Ah, I see, thank you." Aether tucks the files back into his backpack and returns to looking out the window.

Saint Mary's is... less imposing than Aether imagined.

It's not a particularly large building, but it is a rather peculiar shade of green.

Huh.

"It's serpentine." a clear, sweet voice answers his unasked question.

Aether looks towards the large, red doors at the front of the church and sees a woman in a...

A...

It's more so what she's not wearing that causes Aether to inhale sharply.

Before him stands Alma Amato, dressed in a wide brimmed black sunhat and a low cut black dress with a short skirt that Aether has to actively NOT think of how little fabric is between the hem and the swell of her ass.

She gives a little, testy huff, and Aether realizes she must have asked a question.

"Apologies, I was... I'm a bit tired, long flight." He says, then holds out his hand, "I'm Aether, the ministry sent me to assist in the investigation. I presume you're Ms. Amato, the caretaker?"

"You're earlier than expected." Amato shakes his hand, "I'm surprised."

"I took the first available flight." Aether explains, "I hope that's alright."

"Perfectly alright. You will have to make your own bed though, I hadn't gotten around to visiting the Bishop's Palace yet, that's where you'll be staying." she gestures for him to follow, turning and entering the church, her heels clicking on the stone, removing her hat.

"The Bishop's Palace?" Aether questions, "That is...?"

"It's a fancy way of saying a house that a bishop used to live in from what I've gathered, but these days the building is primarily used for storage." Amato says, "When the church contacted us that they'd be sending someone, we made sure to clear it out and moved everything down to the cellar for the time being. I hope you don't mind the idea of residing on the property during your stay?"

Aether shakes his head, "No, no, that's fine. That's preferable to wasting my money on a hotel when I'm not sure how long I'll be here... speaking of which."

"I read in the report I was given that you also live on the property, I'm not... displacing you from your home am I?"

Amato shakes her head.

"Like I said, the Bishop's Palace is mostly for storage, I live in the caretaker's cottage passed the cemetery."

Aether pauses.

"I hadn't realized how much would be out here, I was really only debriefed about the church itself..." he admits, "How big is the property?"

"I believe it's roughly 7 acres, everything is relatively spaced out, but as it shakes out... The church itself sits on 1 acre of land, the cemetery takes up about 3 acres including the out buildings, then the Bishop's Palace and the cottage take up about an acre combined, and the remaining 2 acres accounts for the gardens and miscellaneous greenspaces across the property." Amato gestures towards a display case hanging from the wall, "We have a map of the general layout here for visitors."

Aether approaches the display case, taking out his phone to snap a picture for future reference.

"We haven't been giving tours since the... I'm sure you read what happened." Amato sighs, guiding him towards a side door, "I'll let you get settled before we get into all of that."

"Right."

The Bishop's Palace is less a palace and more a simple, Cape Cod style house, but compared to living in a hotel room for an indefinite period of time, this feels a bit more.... homely?

Comfortable.

Amato gives him the tour, which takes all of ten minutes, if even that.

"It's really just three rooms, four if you count the bathroom; kitchen, living room, bedroom upstairs..." she gets him connected to the wi-fi, and shows him where the washer and dryer are, tucked away behind a curtain in the kitchen, "...Any questions?"

"I don't think so... You've been very helpful." he smiles, "I suppose, if it's alright with you, I would like to start by interviewing you about the... the incident."

Amato nods, "We can walk and talk to get you acquainted with the property better-"

It's just after sunset when Aether finally makes his way back to the Bishop's Palace, having conducted his interview with Amato in the morning, using the afternoon to make a run to the grocery store to pick up some necessities, he's feeling more than a little rundown.

Jetlag combined with marching back and forth across the property, the nature of his conversation with Amato, and the tedium of grocery shopping in a foreign country has, understandably, worn him out, but years of traveling have well prepared him for this sort of thing.

Glancing at his phone, Aether frowns, it's late back home, too late to call and check in on his packmates, but, then again, he doesn't think he'd be able to hold a conversation with how tired he is.

Yawning, Aether decides to call it a night... but it's not long before he feels... something.

It's the lightest shift in the mattress, something he's more than used to back home, but here...

Aether cracks an eye open, peeking through his lashes at...

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

He blinks, reaching out into the darkness to smooth the sheets, feeling his hand brush through a cold spot that makes the hair on his arm stand on end.

What.

Sitting up, Aether fumbles with the bedside lamp, hissing as he accidentally looks directly into the bulb, and looks around the room.

Again, nothing.

He wets his lips, furrowing his brow.

"Hello...?"

No reply.

Aether breathes.

"Look..." he says wearily, "If there's any... spooky bitches in this house right now, just let me sleep. You can haunt me in the morning, but if you wake me up before 7am, I can and will devour your soul and send you straight to the pit. Do we have an understanding?"

...

"That was mean, I'm sorry, I won't actually do that, just... we're cool, right?"

...

"Cool."

"I'm gonna sleep. Goodnight."

"...Good... night..." a disembodied voice responds, "Sleep... tight..."

Aether makes a noise in the back of his throat.

Oh boy.

#Lamp writes #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band oc #sibling of sin #sibling of sin oc #ghost band fanfic #Alma Mater

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laprimera · 2 months

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ABOUT THE MUN - ooo I got tagged ooOooo

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have?

fixation as soon as the second trailer with her reveal came? Like the little snippets that was known about the game already weaved a pretty intricate (and disproven lol) plot and personality.

Even after everything got debunked I still kept my original lore + now I live and love the idea her ideal, picturesque self is actually a front for how clutzy and forgetful she really is as a super busy champion who's passionate about her region.

is there anything you don’t like to write?

bad/sad unnecessary endings or forks in the road?? I know it's silly in context like "well stories arent all happy-" BUT THIS IS POKEMON AR PEE AND I PARTIALLY CONTROL THE NARATIVE AND I WANT MY PROTAGS TO GO THROUGH IT BUT COME OUT AT THE END GETTING EVERYTHING THEY WANT. IS IT SO BAD I DONT WANT TO PARTICIPATE IN BITTER SADNESS EVEN IN A FANTASY MADE-UP SCENARIO? REALITY IS HELL AS IS I DONT WANNA BE SAD ALL DAY OVER INTERNET BARBIES, I HAVE BILLS AND TAXES TO DO.

so I make sure to plot with long term plot partners so we all get that character growth and exciting story with something good they can all take away in the end. No, the character doesnt have to die to prove a macab point. No the loving couple doesnt have to break up for some story twist. And thats what AU's are for if we're looking to explore something else so it's easy to separate from 👍

is there anything you really enjoy writing?

plot novellas 👀 I see a partner reply instantly to a plot thread and I jive for days on end until the next reply for real-- each one is a really juicy cliffhanger and a lot of them still haunt the back of my mind.

how do you come up with headcanons?

most come with interactions or thoughts stemming from the game or story itself. Eventually they branch out and more ideas happen and a lot comes from looking at dash and bringing up some really interesting points!

do you write in silence or do you play music?

Ambiance and music helps esp when silence is actually really distracting (thoughts wandering and what not-adhd be like that). The mood even influences the reply.

do you plan your replies or wing them?

planned for plot driven replies but ic bouts and simple replies are winged!

do you enjoy shipping?

YES YES YES YES, though recently I have to be a little more careful about saying Im completely open to shipping on whim. At some points the plot involves the other person too much and it gets hard to move a story along esp with the nature of the rpc and the lifespan of interest in the muse/rpc (which is natural ofc!).

You're okay to show and express interest in shipping so we can take a direction with our muses interaction wise but I say it's not for certain until they develop some more long term. Who knows, maybe it was just a crush or a fling sort of thought :' 0

what’s your alias/name?

Leche leche leche leche leche milk

age?

birthday?

may!

favorite color?

red and greens

favorite song?

Sugar, You by the Oh Honey has taken a lot of real-estate in my head lately--

last movie you watched?

I,,,havent watched a movie in a really long time Ill be honest OTL,, I dont have the attention span to sit down for more then twenty minutes if that.

last show you watched?

Aggretsuko final season! That,,,was awhile ago. See above oop--

last song you listened to?

Dont know the last song that played on my car radio 🤔

favorite food?

spaghetti and meatballs and cereal < 3

favorite season?

spring 🌼

do you have a tumblr best friend?

ooh I dont want to make anyone feel left behind. My moots have a special place regardless of hobby or not <3

tagging: uh...

#ooc. ･ﾟ ✹#tierra-paldeana #thank yooou < 3

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thespectralvision · 8 months

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I met Paul Bettany (again) yesterday at Dallas Fan Festival and I'm not sure I'll ever recover.

To preface this, I've been doing cons and seeing live productions for a long time, so I have met a fair number of celebrities and I've never had a bad experience. Getting to meet Lizzie Olsen a few months back was thrilling enough, and I feel so blessed that both she and Paul ended up attending conventions in Texas within a span of months. That said, Paul Bettany blew every other celebrity meeting I've had so far out of the water I don't even know how to compare them. Part of that is my own personal connection to his work - he's been my favorite actor for a very *very* long time - and getting to share how he's been a part of my journey from afar was very emotional and so *so* worth it. Long story below the cut:

When I met him breifly in NYC it was very exciting, but he was running almost 30 minutes late to his own play and didn't have time to chat, so we just snapped the selfie and that was that. The play was an amazing experience, and I discussed it in this post back in December when it happened.

Yesterday I had several one-on-one minutes with him over the course of the day. After a little stress getting in the line (where a kind lady on staff went out of her way to help me and a large group of friends in line with me. One of them had purchased an autograph because she's collecting MCU signatures in a book, but she told me she also wanted to set me up so he knew I was a super-fan.

He started by looking at the print and then deciding he was going to sign it in pink. He was *very* adamant about that, and I laughed and said it was his call. The grin as he started to write and confirmed that yes, pink was the right colour was a wonderful laugh at the beginning.

I told him that I specifially painted this for him to sign, and he was so kind as he looked at it and told him it was my art. I shared a little of my journey and thanked him, because I found Vision as a character due to being a fan of his acting for nearly 2 decades, starting with when I saw A Knights Tale shortly after it came out back in 2001. Before I could drive my dad would take me to go see every movie he did in theaters, and as an adult I've kept up. Paul's work has been a constant in my life, and a source of comfort long before his involvement in the MCU let alone my love of Vision as a character (completely seperate from the man who plays him)

I explained how I had been fighting severe depression for most of the 10 years prior to WandaVision's release, and I had given up on art. Watching WandaVision, and then reading comics about Vision made me want to paint him. The first several times I've never shared (maybe I'll do a big dump of unfinished/unreleased art one of these days) but I just kept trying. In the time since I've created close to 200 piece of art, and I take so much joy in it again. When I have a bad week I paint to relax, I paint when I'm struggling to express things, for a distraction or to share my joy. I didn't go into so much detail with Paul but he listened to every word. I then mentioned that I had met him very breifly in NYC last winter because I had travelled to see him for The Collaboration, and a front-row seat had been my Christmas Gift. He was *so happy* guys. He looked like he had just been given the best compliment ever when I told him how much of a treat it was to get to see him acting live. He made this little happy sound and it was so lovely. I think as artists, knowing our work has inspired others in the way we are inspired is a very high compliment and it felt that way.

He was so kind and at the end of our time together before I walked away he looked at me and told me I had a gift, and thanked me for sharing it with him. I think hearing my story and his small but oh-so-important role in it made him a little emotional too, he looked like he might cry for a breif moment. I said I would be seeing him later for a photo and he smiled so brighly and waved me off, and he didn't turn to the next group until I turned away from his table. All my friends were waiting for me and had been watching and they started freaking out about the conversation. Another friend who was in a different line but had excellent eyesight of Paul was like 'I think he loved your art wow his reaction'. They watched him with other guests for quite awhile and commented that he was all smiles and like that with everyone. Every other person I spoke with at the convention who met him had nothing but glowing things to say. A few friends told me after they now understand why I'm so fond of him hah.

I had a period of time between the autograph and the scheduled photo ops, so I walked the rest of the event and picked up some goodies I'll share in another post - it was like Paul Bettany/Vision Christmas I've never seen so much Vision art and merch selling and on display let alone being bought. When it was finally my time for the photo he finished with the group ahead of me and his face lit up with a bright smile as I moved into the space. I wasn't sure how close was ok - I have a rule of thumb when doing con photos to let the guest decide how much contact/space is ok because everyone is different. Paul put his arm around me and kept nudging me until I finally moved in closer, then he gave me a proper hug with a little squeeze. If you've ever imagined huging Vision (or Paul) it's exactly what you expect. Before he let me go he thanked me again (?!) and waved me off, and said he'd see me at his panel in a little bit.

His panel was also fantastic and fun, and he charmed the entire room. Some friends went with me who aren't as familiar with him or his work outside of Marvel, and they all agreed they would pay to meet him again/see a panel if he had one. I'm sure someone else will beat me to uploading the video (I did record most of it but my phone was almost dead) so I won't go into too much detail but it was such a fun hour.

I couldn't have asked for a better day. If anyone on this Earth made me feel the way Vision makes me feel when I'm reading comics or watching MCU projects, it was Paul. He described Vision in an interview once as 'warmth personified' and I think that's just a lot of *him*. His energy was infectuous and he was so gracious and kind and humbled by the display of fans. It was also just nice to see so many people celebrating his art and the characters he plays. It's rare to see *so much* love for Vision, let alone others that are less known.

If you are a fan and have an opportunity to see Paul Bettany live please do. He really is a gem and in this case I'm so glad I got to meet my hero in more ways than one.

#paul bettany #dallas fan festival 2023 #The Vision #WandaVision

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aermageddon · 10 months

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anon back from a week ago re: bbh being a messy bitch who likes drama and his ability to shape his fans opinions. still would love your take on this topic if you don't mind

i am sooo sorry omg i have the attention span of an alcoholic toddler!!!! yes ok so I don't have that many examples on hand because i'm not a library of exo content, all my bookmarks on twt are a mess ugh

but re: manipulation and what i would actually call being an expert at exploiting an atmosphere but everyone else calls being an attention whore

exhibit A: him "drunk texting" fans on bubble during exo fanmeet in april. mind you this was right in the middle of the legal battle with SM which we had no idea about at the time. fans were so emotional - first exo performance as a full group in over 3 years, baekhyun fresh off his military life, yadda yadda yadda - he was pretty drunk from the post concert dinner the group had. yet later we found out idols need to review messages THREE TIMES before sending anything on bubble lmao 😭 i'm not saying he was faking it - i'm saying even drunk he knew exactly what these texts were gonna do to the fans. he is that good at riling people up like that + preemptively digging his parasocial nails into the fandom cause he knew shit was about to hit the fan.... I love his mind

exhibit B: the most recent example and something that had me crawling up the walls. i'm not saying he faked it or that he planned to fall asleep on purpose during a livestream, i completely believe baekhyun is careless and overworked enough to do that. what makes me scream into a pillow is the way he was UNFAZED by that shit when he woke up. had his manager blowing up his phone asking him to wake up and +40k people hearing him moan in his sleep and he woke up and stayed in the livestream. FOR 30 MORE MINUTES. he laughed it off and started joking teasing people etc etc like he genuinely dgaf.

might I add this pattern of starting twitter lives early in the morning only started after the comeback which i think is very interesting. i dont think its a coincidence at all but i need to gather my thoughts on that

exhibit C: not manipulative per se but this fucking clip is so insane to me i love how the worst things happened to exo completely unprompted it's like seeing an episode of the office. anyway baekhyun taking one for the team and distracting fans with his silly little dance.. THAT'S RIGHT HE'S THE GUY THAT STEPPED UP. and i think it showcases his quick thinking and social skills perfectly cause the rest of these men were frozen in place with half their asses out but baek just took it like a champ lol. he just wants to be seen <3 and told he's done a good job <3 give him all the praises please

exhibit D: this horrible fucking live. just baekhyun as a whole in superm.... like he's not dumb he knew nctzens were eating him up and shipping him w taeyong and what did he do? he went ahead and gave them exactly what they wanted.. while wrapping taeyong around his little finger might I add. now i think irl baekhyun and taeyong aren't that close, they're like those friends from work that you genuinely like but it's not someone you would seek out outside of pretty specific social settings. but baekhyun isn't fucking stupid he knew nctzens were a segment of kpop fans he could tap into and either turn into his own fans or he could get slapped in the face by exols turning on him.

anyways this is so fucking long im sorry to ppl following me i'm on mobile and can't make a read more. no one cares about the weird things i only notice about baekhyun but yes there's more to it i just dont have links for most things... but there's not a lot of specific examples idk once you notice it you just watch content with baekhyun and it becomes pretty clear.

#asks #baekhyun

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im visiting ur inbox on official business today, cuz i love ur writing and need sum comfort.

im sick rn and have a bad cold (even tho its like 30 degress celsius) and i cant breathe properly or sleep bcs i cant stop coughing. so overall im feeling pretty shitty

so could i request a fic abt them taking care of their sick s/o w (whoever u feel most inspired to write abt out of) azul malleus and the tweels?

ty anyways have a great day/night and take care of urself! byee

I hope you get better, and ofc<33

⇢ “Octavinelle and Malleus take care of sick s/o”

⇢ Warnings; Romantic relationships, these are short im so sorry;-;, gn! reader, sick! reader

Azul Ashengretto

He hates getting sick, he doesn’t have a horrible immune system and doesn’t get that sick easily, but he’s the person that will pat you on back with a 6 ft stick

“I hope you feel better, love!” and he’s standing 10 ft back, a thumbs up with one hands and covering his mouth with his other hands.

he does care, but azul doesn’t understand that you don’t throw up every single time your sick and he’s not taking chances

Azul will be studying how to make you feel better though, and will make sum good soup for you👌 for free, just this once

you can come up behind him and azul will forget the entire “being sick” thing and lean into your touch lovingly…

Until he suddenly remembers and shrieks about you being out of bed

“What are you doing, [name]?! Don’t you know you should be resting?”

Floyd Leech

Oh, you’re sick? Oh yeah that’s cool, he got sick because of Jade’s damned mushrooms, but throw up and you’ll all better!

He genuinely wants you to throw up, and will take you to the bathroom and just.. sit there, and wait for you to lean over the toilet

also doesn’t understand how vomiting works for the sake of comedy

If you do throw up, he’ll either keep talking like it’s completely normal or throw up too

BESIDES THE VOMIT- He does or doesn’t care, Floyd’s still gonna take you out

and then get sick

and then still go out

repeat

“Haha! Whoops, looks like I have to stay back from work!”

Jade Leech

Within the time span of you being sick, he, as your loving boyfriend will do whatever it takes to make sure you feel better

.. In other words, you’re his medicinal guinea pig

He loves you, and wishes for you to feel better! but Jade has a bunch of plants and wishes to find more uses for them

So, win-win for him?

has a better understanding of how being sick actually works, and will **lightly** threaten you so you stay in bed (**lightly bc you’re his beloved<33)

Jade loves you but he’s not touching you while or 5 minutes after you have a coughing fit,

throwing up? sleeping the entire time? continuous sneezing? doesn’t faze him

but the dry or wet coughing? that freaks him out

“I made some mushroom soup for you, dear. Here, I can feed it to you”

Malleus Draconia

He’s extremely confused and worried, obviously he know what to do when someone is sick but also.. you’re sick! What if it’s more dangerous than you’re letting on…?

Okay.. He knows what being sick is, and knows how it feels and what to do

but also, he’s been alive for a long time, what if it’s dangerous?

Yeah, doesn’t matter if you beg him or attempt to bribe him, you’re going to see the doctor with your op royalty boyfriend and his dad and two overly intimidating body guards

After it’s said and done, you’re stuck in bed and he’s laying on top of you, keeping you there.. That’s your life now, drowning in your boyfriend while Lilia takes pictures and Silver is asleep and Sebek has a mask over his face while screaming at Malleus to get off

Ahh, what a life tho

He doesn’t let you do anything and will do anything to keep you in bed at whatever cost

“Are you alright, jewel? If you need anything, just ask, I don’t want you lifting a finger.”

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moni-logues · 1 year

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A Fine Line - Epilogue 1

Pairing: Namjoon x reader but this is mostly about Hoseok

Word count: 2.5k

Content: none!

Summary: The apology tour continues…

Chapter Eleven | Masterlist | Epilogue 2

Epilogue 1 - Hope

y/n: Hey!

y/n: Would you like to get a coffee or something with me tomorrow?

y/n: Short notice I know!! 🙈

y/n: Completely understand if you don’t!

y/n: But I’d really like to speak to you

Hoseok: Sure

Hoseok: Can you do 11:30? It’s the only time I have

y/n: yes! That’s fine for me

You read the messages over and over again on the subway, trying to work out what they meant. No emoji, no exclamation marks; you hadn’t known it was possible for him to send a message like that. But he had replied. And he had agreed to meet you. That was positive. That was a good sign. The apology tour continued; this stop: Hoseok.

You hadn’t planned what to say to him because you had no idea who you’d find when you got there. Would he be angry? Would he be sad? Would he be over it? Would he want to be your friend or not? You didn’t know. You felt like you didn’t know him well enough to make a prediction and that thought, alone, shamed you. With the amount of time you had spent together, you should have known, should have been able to guess. But, then, that’s why you were there: you had a lot of apologies to make.

You approached the front desk with trepidation. When Hoseok had asked you to meet him at work, you hadn’t expected such an enormous, intimidating building.

“Um, I have a… a meeting with Hoseok?”

The person sitting at reception looked at you with a vague smile and asked first for your name, then for some ID which they looked at for so long you were suddenly worried you’d handed over someone else’s or you weren’t who you thought you were. Then they handed it back to you with brisk instructions to return to the front desk upon leaving and hurried directions to where you were supposed to find Hoseok. Too anxious and embarrassed to ask again, you wandered off and stepped into the lift, knowing you had at least remembered the correct floor number.

You were grateful for the little windows on the doors, allowing you to glance in and stopping you from walking in on anyone else. The building was enormous, somehow even bigger than it had appeared from the outside, and it didn’t take you long to feel completely lost. You wished there had been someone else walking the corridors so you could ask but they were all empty. You could feel sweat prick on your skin as you were getting closer and closer to being unforgivably late without apparently getting any closer to Hoseok. You were already a little late because it had taken much longer to get past reception than you’d expected, but this was pushing it.

With your stomach churning, you did the only thing you could think to.

y/n: I think I’m lost!

y/n: I’m on the right floor but I can’t find you!

You stayed put, like your mother always taught you, and waited, clutching your phone tight. It was probably only seconds but it felt like minutes before you heard the swish of a door opening.

“y/n?”

You span around and followed the sound around one corner and then another and there he was. He smiled sweetly and held the door for you. You had been expecting some kind of meeting room – a table, some kind of complicated teleconferencing set-up, but, of course, he was a dancer. It was a small practice room, mirrored along one wall.

“Sorry I’m late,” you offered, quiet and shy and completely unsure of how to act.

“No worries. Sorry about this; I know you said coffee but I don’t actually have any to offer you. I can probably ring for some, if you want? Don’t know when it’ll actually get here, though.”

“Oh. No, no, it’s fine. I’m fine without coffee.”

You had actually forgotten about that part. You weren’t sure it had been a good idea anyway; your stomach already felt too unsettled. It would be better without it.

He looked good. His hair a little longer and dark now where it had been sun-kissed before. He was flushed and a little sweaty and you could sense him adjusting, moving out of work mode as he settled on the floor and gestured for you to sit down, too.

“Sorry, no chairs.”

“Oh, I’m fine. Floor is fine.”

It was awkward but not hostile so you were taking that as a win. There was a pause before you both started to talk at the same time. Then you both stopped. And started again.

“You go,” you said.

“No, no, you go.”

“Ok.”

You took a deep breath because you actually didn’t know where to start.

“I want to apologise to you.” Seemed as good a place as any. “I want to apologise but there’s also other stuff I want to tell you and I’m not really sure what order to go in or how to fit it all together or- I don’t-… I didn’t even know if you’d want to see me so I haven’t really prepared. I knew I’d spend forever stewing about it and I didn’t want to give myself time to chicken out, so that’s why I asked you so short-notice.”

Hoseok nodded.

“Just tell me everything,” he said with a shrug, as if it were that simple.

You tipped your head back and contemplated the ceiling while you tried to gather your thoughts. You wanted to start with the apology, to get it out of the way, to open with it so he knew that you knew that you were in the wrong, but it didn’t fit right. You had to start at the beginning.

“Last December,” you began, slowly, because there were still very few people you’d told. “I left my husband. We had been married for five years – technically are still married, actually, but anyway – but we hadn’t-… We were really only married on paper even then. It had been a long time since we were-… we were intimate.”

You could feel your face burning and you rolled your own eyes inwardly at your embarrassment; this was a man who had to coach you when you first slept together; there was really no more embarrassment to be had with him. Yet there you were.

“The night that we met-“ you gestured between the two of you, “I-… You were the first person I slept with since my husband. I was not kidding when I said it had been a while.”

You could see Hoseok trying to keep his face neutral, trying not to be surprised, and you found you couldn’t look at him if you wanted to continue.

“I am so grateful to you for that night, I can’t even begin to tell you. I could have met anyone but I met you and you were so kind and patient and giving and caring and… I don’t know what I did to deserve that, ’cause lord knows even then I was not on my best behaviour. You were the most perfect person I could have met and, honestly, I really should’ve just fallen in love with you.”

You didn’t miss the way his eyebrows raised at that and you tried not to guess what he was thinking.

“But I was already… distracted, I guess. And you were right, I used you. It’s not any defence but I genuinely didn’t really know I was doing it. I genuinely didn’t know it was about Namjoon, at least not entirely. I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong? I liked you- I like you; I enjoyed your company and the sex was great and I… I … I’m sorry because I did not deserve you and you certainly did not deserve me. I wasn’t honest with you, just as you said, because I couldn’t be because I wasn’t being honest with myself.”

“And now?”

You let out a very long, deep breath.

“Now… I’m trying to be. I’m trying to be honest with everyone. And nice to them. I’m trying to apologise and… I don’t know, just…

“It’s been a very weird year and I haven’t been myself for most of it, not really. So, I am… trying to find out who that is and I guess, be them? Be a good person? Be some approximation of who I used to be with a little bit of who I’ve been since and a bit of someone new? I don’t know but I’m trying something.”

“What about Namjoon?”

It felt fragile. Your hummingbird heart fluttered in your chest when you thought of him. It felt weird talking about him, about you, about what you were. You had told Lina, obliquely, because you could do that and she would know what you meant; apart from that, it was like your little secret. You felt protective of it, scared for it. You didn’t want to speak its existence in case that somehow extinguished it, broke the seal around it and let all the monsters in. But you could hardly hide from it; you didn’t want to hide from it. You wanted to be worthy of it and were scared of telling anyone because they would know that you weren’t and you didn’t want them to try to take it from you.

“Namjoon and I… are… It’s sorted. I’ve apologised to him, too, been honest with him, too.”

“And?”

“We’re together.”

He chuckled and his grin split his face in two.

“Well… that took you a really long time!”

He laughed and the wave of relief that washed over you was enough to drown you.

“I do have a question.”

A single note of anxiety pierced through the relief.

“Ok.”

“Did you know that you liked Namjoon when we were fucking?”

“What? No! I hated him. I thought I did, anyway.”

He laughed again and looked at you in that kind, amused way he always used to.

“Oh, love, you are so fucking stupid. I think I’d have been less annoyed if I had known at the time that you were this stupid about it.”

“Hey! Are you telling me you did know?!”

“YES! And I thought you knew! How could you not know?”

“Because I thought I hated him!”

“You spent all your time thinking about fucking him!”

“NOT fucking him, actually!”

“That is the same thing.”

He had a point.

“It wasn’t all the time…” The weakest of weak arguments.

“I’m not even going to pretend that you didn’t think about him when we were fucking and I mean, that doesn’t feel great for me, but at least I know you weren’t doing it on purpose.”

You groaned and put your head into your hands. You couldn’t deny it.

“I told you I didn’t deserve you,” you said from your hiding place. When he was silent in response, you emerged and he was looking at you – always still looking right at you. He shrugged.

“Water under the bridge. What’s done is done-”

“I definitely wasn’t thinking about him all the time, I promise you that much. Even most of the time, I wasn’t thinking about him… That’s why I liked you so much: because you got him out of my head.”

Hoseok considered this for a moment and shrugged.

“Eh, it doesn’t really matter anymore anyway.”

“I’m sorry. I really, truly am so sorry.“

He smiled, kind again.

“Thank you. I appreciate that. I’m glad you have finally seen sense and I hope you and Namjoon are happy.”

You nodded. For the first time in a very, very long time, you felt like you actually were.

You left the building feeling considerably lighter than you had going in. In some ways, this had been the most nerve-wracking apology to make; Lina was your best friend and you had years of friendship behind you; Namjoon liked you and those rose-tinted glasses could brush over worse things than those you had done; but Hoseok? He didn’t have to give a shit any which way. He had no investment in you; it would be no skin off his nose to kick you to the curb.

But he hadn’t. Because, you could see it now, of course he wouldn’t have. He’s not that guy. He had laughed when you had asked if you could be friends – not because you couldn’t but because ‘obviously’ you could. He was as gracious and generous and loving as he had ever been and you couldn’t believe you had doubted him for a second.

When you got back to the apartment, Namjoon was coming out of his studio.

“You look happy,” he said. “Where’ve you been?”

“I went to see Hoseok.”

He paused, mid-step, and a flurry of emotions crossed his face.

“Oh! No, not like that! You and Lina weren’t the only ones I owed apologies to.”

“Ah.”

There was a pause as he moved into the kitchen, filling the kettle and flicking it on.

“And it went well, I guess?”

“It did. He said we can be friends. He’s really nice guy.”

Namjoon shrugged.

“I really don’t know him that well. I haven’t worked with him; I don’t tend to have much to do with the dancers – not my area.”

“So how come you talked to him that day?”

Your curiosity had been burning you up for weeks and weeks. You still didn’t know what they spoke about – or rather (because you knew they talked about you) what they said.

“Very last-minute lyric changes on a music video shoot. I don’t really know why I had to be there in person but my presence was demanded so…”

He looked at you and, by the glint in his eye, you knew he knew what you were really asking. And you knew he wasn’t going to tell you.

“Will you please tell me what you said? What he said? What you both said?”

“Didn’t I say at the time? He said you didn’t know what you wanted. I made it pretty clear that I did.”

You groaned. That much you knew. And you knew he knew you knew. And you also knew that he was going to keep this little secret for as long as it annoyed you, which is to say, for the rest of time.

“I’ve changed my mind: I don’t like you.”

He chuckled and grabbed you around the waist, pulling you close to kiss your cheek.

“Don’t think that little lie is going to work anymore, is it?”

You wanted to protest, argue a little longer, pretend a little more that he wasn’t the brightest light in your life, but he was right, you couldn’t anymore. That rush of feeling, the fizzing in your fingers and toes, it was all too new, all too strong to deny even in jest. You took his face between your hands and kissed him firmly on the mouth.

“Fine,” you said. “I do like you. And you are so annoying.”

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