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Fixer Upper

Part 27

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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Part 26

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warnings: drinking, characters get high(weed), killua and Kurapika get into a fist fight, Reader is mentioned to have attempted suicide, mentions of Kurapika planning to kill himself after he finds all of the scarlet eyes

A/N: everyone thank Bug for not only the idea for this chapter, but also for helping to write several scenes!! Without her, Fixer Upper wouldn’t be possible <3

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(Name) set the turkey to bake the night before the gathering, and after that, she went to sleep. She would be waking up in the early hours of the day to cook and do some last minute cleaning, so she would need her sleep.

An alarm was set for 6 am, where she would wake up to check on the turkey before getting everyone else up.

“Kurapika, it’s time to wake up.”

The blonde groaned, sitting up to see (Name) standing at his bedside, looking exhausted. She gave him a smile that didn’t quite reach her tired eyes, before gently brushing his hair out of his face. “Todays the big day. Let’s get ready, okay?”

He followed her downstairs, where everyone else was already awake and yawning. (Name) stood in front of everyone, wearing her pajamas. “Okay guys, I’m going to give everyone a task that you’ll need to complete before guests get here.”

“Um, (Name), a guest is already here.”

(Name) looked to where Gon was pointing to see Bisky sitting on the couch next to Leorio, eyeing him up. “Hey sweetheart, I decided to get here early, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Oh um, I don’t mind at all. Please excuse the mess, we’re still getting-“

(Name) watched as Bisky pulled out a wine glass and bottle of wine before pouring herself a drink. “Oh don’t worry about messes, (Name). I’m sure those boys are to blame anyways.”

Killua and Gon shrank under her gaze, the former sticking his tongue out at her. Leorio scratched the back of his head. “So what are our tasks, sunshine?”

“Oh, right.”

Killua and Gon were put on cleaning duty, Leorio and Kurapika were asked to do grocery runs and get the little fire pit ready outside, and Alluka was sat at the kitchen table to help (Name) cook. “I thought Bisky came to help with preparations, but she’s just drinking and watching hallmark movies.”

Leorio walked in, wearing a look of confusion on his face. “So is no one going to stop the 12 year old from drinking her weight in wine?”

“Are you talking about Bisky? She’s nearly 60.”

“60? Yeah and I’m 42.”

Alluka and (Name) glanced at each other then him. “You… look like you’re pushing at least 30, Leorio.”

“30!? IM 21!”

(Name) watched as he sulked out of the room, trying not to laugh. “You’re handsome though!”

The two got back to work, smiling and laughing as they cooked. “Okay Alluka, Zushi is going to be here soon so you two can go play, alright?”

A few hours passed, with (Name) finishing up most of the cooking besides a few items. Unfortunately she wasn’t able to make another cherry pie last minute, but she was able to make another batch of macaroni. She still set Kurapika’s version on the table though, even when Killua walked up and scowled. “Mom, that’s going to give someone food poisoning.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Killua, be nice. Kurapika and-“

“Oh I am being nice, that shit looks like it’s going to come alive at any moment and beg for death-“

“Does it really look that bad?”

Killua paused his rant when Gon appeared in the doorway, looking a little hurt. “I tried my best…”

“Oh, Gon…”

(Name) patted his back, letting him sniffle. Killua grabbed Gon’s sleeve and tugged him away, (Name) watching them go. Ever the curious one, she snuck around the corner to listen in on their conversation.

“Gon, I didn’t know you were the one that fixed it up. I was being too harsh b-“

“Because you thought Kurapika did it? That’s not very nice, Killua.”

She could hear Killua sigh, smiling to herself. She could almost picture his cheeks puffing out in a pout as he looked at his friend. “Well… I just don’t really like him all that much.”

“You keep saying that, but you never tell me why. What did he do to make you hate him so much? He’s never done anything to hurt any of us!”

Killua stayed quiet, (Name) holding a hand over her chest. “I just… don’t like that he can’t just tell mom how he feels. He says he wants to ask her out, but he keeps chickening out. Kurapika is selfish too, he expects her to wait for him forever…”

(Name)’s eyes widened. ‘He… he likes me? He’s been trying to ask me out on a date?’

Her face felt hot, and she stopped listening for a moment until she heard something else of interest. “Come here, Gon. Let’s get back before everyone gets suspicious.”

“Yeah. I love you, Killua.”

“I love you too.”

(Name) peeked her head around just in time to watch Killua give Gon a peck on the cheek, both of the boys blushing. She stared open mouthed for a split second before rushing back to the kitchen.

———————-

The guests started arriving soon after that, the first being Wing and Zushi. Zushi immediately left with Alluka to play outside, while Wing walked into the kitchen to greet (Name).

“Miss (Name), it’s good to see you. Thank you for watching Zushi last month, he really enjoyed it.”

(Name) smiled, shaking his hand. “Oh it was no problem, and just (Name) is fine!”

Wing left to join Leorio on the porch, Kurapika peeking into the kitchen soon after. “Angel, I got the milk and eggs.”

��Oh wow, he came back with the milk. Surprising.”

Kurapika scowled at Killua, narrowing his eyes. “Of course I did, (Name) asked me to.”

“Uh huh. It’s just a bit of a shock to see you doing anything useful around here. Usually you stand around like an idiot while (Name) does all of the work.”

Kurapika’s grip on the shopping bags tightened, (Name) rushing forward. “You two need to stop, you’re being childish. Anymore of this fighting and you’ll both be washing all of the dishes after dinner. And I mean all of them.”

Killua shuddered, looking at the various pots, pans, bowls, and plates littered across the kitchen. “… point taken.”

Kurapika set the groceries on the table, helping to unpack them as (Name) smiled. “Don’t take him too seriously, he’s trying to get under your skin. If you ignore him, he’ll stop eventually. You have to stop giving him a reaction.”

“You’re acting like he’s some kind of wild animal that can’t be tamed. He’s a kid that needs some discipline, you let him get away with everything.”

(Name) scowled. “I don’t let him get away with everything, he usually is really well behaved whne you’re not around. Have you ever thought it’s not him, but you that’s the problem?”

Kurapika paused, feeling a bit hurt. “What did I do to deserve-“

He stopped, sighing softly. They both knew what he did to upset Killua, but Kurapika had hoped he would be past that by now. But at that thought, Kurapika cringed. ‘Oh course he isn’t over it, who would be? (Name) didn’t deserve that…’

Kurapika sighed, throwing the empty shopping bags in the trash. “Is there anything else you need me to do?”

(Name) looked up, humming. She had already went back to mashing up potatoes while he sulked. “You can make sure Leorio doesn’t get high before dinner.”

“On it.”

More guests arrived, in the form of Knuckle, Shoot, and Morel. They all brought desserts, which were much appreciated since Kurapika burned the cherry pie. “Aww, these look great!”

“Thanks, we got them from the bakery down the street.”

Morel and Shoot joined Leorio on the porch while Knuckle sat at the kitchen table, watching her cook. “You’ve been working hard, (Name). You made all this?”

“Yeah, but I had some help from Alluka and Menchi-“

“I can tell you did most of the work, (Name). Don’t sell yourself short.”

She nodded, her cheeks warming at the compliment. (Name) leaned towards Knuckle to give him a kiss on the cheek just as Kurapika rounded the corner to ask if she needed any help.

The blonde stared at the two, his eyes gone scarlet. Knuckle was the first to recognize the intense bloodlust emanating from behind him, seeing Kurapika when he turned around. (Name) spotted him as well. “Oh, hey Kurapika!”

Kurapika didn’t respond, only walking over to get, grabbing her arm. “(Name), I need to speak with you for a moment.”

“B-but I have something in the ove-“

Kurapika continued to pull her away, his heart racing and his stomach churning. He couldn’t stand seeing her lips touch another man, it made him seethe with rage.

“Kurapika, what is so important that you need t-“

“Why were you kissing him??”

Kurapika grabbed her by the shoulders, meeting her (e/c) eyes with his scarlet ones. She blinked before answering. “Huh? Because he was being nice to me. It was just a kiss on the cheek, and I can kiss whoever I want.”

His grip tightened slightly, the blonde biting his lip. “(Name), I-“

A knock at the door interrupted the two. (Name) used the small distraction to duck away from Kurapika and towards the door. (Name) wiped her hands off on her apron. “Coming!”

Kurapika followed behind her, attempting to get her attention again as she opened the door. Neither of them were mentally prepared for who would be behind it.

“Hello, (Name). It’s a pleasure.”

Pariston stood behind the door, holding a box of gourmet chocolates, likely bought from the local bakery. He handed them to (Name) before pushing past her into her home.

Behind him was Cheadle and several other people (Name) assumed were zodiac members. She could almost feel Kurapika tense up behind her.

“Chairwoman Cheadle, what a-“

Cheadle sighed as Kurapika began to ask her a question. “When you mentioned the get together (Name) planned, Pariston was determined to attend. I didn’t want those two to cause too much trouble, so I and a few of the Zodiac came as well.”

“Those two? I only saw Parist-“

“Hey babe, miss me?”

(Name)’s face scrunched up in disgust when Ging walked up her driveway, giving her a sly smile. Cheadle slapped a hand over her forehead, rubbing at her temple as if she already had a headache from his presence alone. “Yes, those two.”

Ging walked in, walking over the welcome mat without wiping his feet. He ended up tracking in a lot of mud, causing (Name) to twitch. Cheadle hit Ging on the shoulder. “At least act like you have manners. Take those off on the porch!”

Kurapika seemed tense, the corner of his mouth twitching downward into a nervous frown. (Name) placed a hand on his shoulder to attempt to comfort him, but he shrugged it away. She sighed, putting on a smile for the Zodiac members.

“Well, welcome everyone. Please, take a seat. There’s drinks in the cooler outside.”

They walked in, and Kurapika noticed it was all the members that had been at the meeting the other day. Pyon, Gel, Mizaistom, and Zanzai, along with Ging, Cheadle and Pariston. ‘A bit of a handful, but if everything goes well, maybe this would be a good opportunity to prove that (Name) isn’t a bad person!’

(Name) got them all drinks, smiling sweetly and making idle chat as she did some tidying up. “I’ll be back in a little bit, please make yourselves at home!”

She wiped her hands on her apron before leaving to the kitchen, Kurapika’s eyes on her ass as she left.

“She’s got quite the figure, doesn’t she?”

Kurapika’s cheeks turned bright pink when Pariston sat beside him, following his gaze. “I can see why you like her so much, not only is her nen powerful, she seems like you could put her body to use as well.”

The blonde felt his blood boil. “Don’t you dare speak of her in that way, she’s not an object.”

Pariston laughed, patting Kurapika’s shoulder playfully. “Oh my dear friend, she’s the object of your desires, is she not? You were look at her too, you sly dog. Funny, I thought you were supposed to be the rat zodiac.”

Kurapika was visually uncomfortable, his hand gripping the fabric of his pants. No, Kurapika didn’t just see her as an object to own, he loved her. He was nothing like Pariston!

Right?

“Kurapika!”

He looked up, relaxing ever so slightly when he saw (Name) walking back in. She was carrying a bowl of peach cobbler and ice cream in her hands. “I got you a little snack! I saw you didn’t eat breakfast, so I cut into the peach cobbler a little early.”

He felt his heart melt, the blonde sighing happily as she handed the bowl to him. “(Name)…”

Like the last time it was given to him, the peach cobbler was shaped into a heart, with generous scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. Pariston snickered next to him. “Wow, it’s even heart shaped. How… cute. You two… must be very close. That’s interesting, really.”

Kurapika’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t like the things Pariston was insinuating, or the sinister look in his eye. “We’re not that close.”

Kurapika said this to be cautious, but (Name) tensed behind him. “I… made it how you like it.” she said softly.

Kurapika’s grip on the bowl tightened, and Pariston decided to keep going. “That wasn’t what you were saying in the meeting. Don’t you lo-“

Pariston grinned when Kurapika covered his mouth, the Kurta’s eyes scarlet with anger. “Keep your filthy mouth shut, Pariston.”

(Name) glanced at the other Zodiacs, who all looked bored, besides Ging, who was walking towards her bathroom with a groan.

“Um… I’m going to go… finish dinner.”

She gave Kurapika a reassuring squeeze to his shoulder before leaning down to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be in the kitchen, okay Pika?”

Kurapika nodded, his eyes half lidded and face red as she left. Her touch could always calm him down, and the blonde couldn’t help but watch her leave with a yearning in his soul.

“Your face is as red as your eyes, lover boy.”

Pariston laughed at Kurapika, crossing one leg over the other. “You look like your husband just left for war. I never thought you would be the clingy type, but here we are.”

“I’m… I’m not clingy. (Name) is just important to me…”

He ate his cobbler in silence, pouting. Maybe if (Name) hadn’t made him something and kissed his cheek, he wouldn’t have been teased so much. ‘I’ll just talk to her… Leorio said communication is key.’

The blonde finished his cobbler, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. He opened the door, glancing in to see (Name) humming to herself as she chopped up celery. “Kurapika? Did you enjoy the cobbler?”

He was quiet as he set his bowl in the sink. He turned on the water, filling the bowl so it could soak to make it easier for whoever washed dishes later.

“(Name)…”

She looked up, swiping the chopped celery from the cutting board into a strainer with her knife. “Yes, Pika?”

(Name) looked awfully cute in her pink, frilly apron, making the blonde short circuit for a moment before he was able to answer. “Can… can you not embarrass me like that?”

The woman paused, giving him her full attention. With an unreadable expression, she replied. “Excuse me?”

‘Fuck.’

“W-when you kissed by cheek, it was a little embarrassing. The Zodiac are my prestigious colleagues, I don’t want them thinking lesser of me. Showing weakness in front of them isn’t very-“

Her expression was now very readable. She looked hurt and upset, the soft smile she’d been wearing before completely gone. “… think lesser of you? What do you even mean by that? Am… I embarrassing to you?”

Kurapika knew he fucked up, the blonde trying his best to backtrack. “No, no you’re not embarrassing, it’s the way you act that’s emba-“

He cursed to himself, he was just digging himself in further. (Name) stared at him in disbelief, hurt evident on her face. “Are you… being serious, Pika? You think I’m embarrassing?”

He froze, his mind racing as he tried to think of a way to explain himself, but he wasn’t able to get anything out. Kurapika stuttered, face flushing in embarrassment as he tried to justify what he said. “Well, it’s just that sometimes you can do things that e-embarrass me. I…”

He went quiet. There were tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, and her lip was quivering. “Sorry, I’ll keep that in mind, Kurapika.”

Kurapika flinched. He wanted to grab at her sleeve and apologize, try to explain himself better, but she was already giving him the cold shoulder, refusing to even look at him. He hated seeing her cry more than anything, especially when he was the cause of her tears.

“(Name), please, I… just listen to me.”

“Sorry, I’m too busy being embarrassing to hear you.”

“(Name)…”

He reached out to grab her shoulder to MAKE her listen to him, but before he could the bathroom door opened. Ging walked out, holding the bottle of Febreze and spraying it. “Yeesh, I feel 10 pounds lighter. Hey (Name)!”

He turned to them, laughing. “Ah, they you are sweetheart. Shitters full, hope ya got a good plunger.”

He patted her shoulder then walked off, leaving both of them grimacing and covering their noses.

“And I’m the embarrassing one? So much for the Zodiac being prestigious…”

Kurapika grimaced. He couldn’t really argue with that, and he didn’t want to either. There was the fact that Ging wasn’t a Zodiac member anymore, but he had been one for a while. There was no excuse, really.

“Leorio, toilets clogged!”

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(Name) sat in the kitchen, angrily stirring a pot of cabbage. She hadn’t spoken to Kurapika since he claimed she embarrassed him, and the blonde was currently an emotional wreck. He couldn’t even pretend to keep up appearances, Kurapika openly sulked on the couch as the other guests loitered awkwardly.

“Kurapika, you’re bumming everyone out. What’s up with you?”

The blonde groaned, his head in his hands. “I’m an idiot. The worst.”

“Oh fuck, what did you say to (Name)?”

Kurapika looked up at Leorio, his face miserable. “Why do you think this has to do with (Name)?”

“Because you’re an idiot when it comes to her.”

Leorio wasn’t wrong, Kurapika’s brain did always turn to mush when (Name) was around. “I… said she was embarrassing.”

“Just when I thought you couldn’t say anything worse than the shit you said in York New, you just… go above and beyond.”

A groan left Kurapika’s throat, causing Bisky to glance in his direction. She gave the boy a sympathetic look. “Girl troubles? (Name) told me everything. I should be angry with you but…”

She crossed her legs. “If I’ve learned anything in my old age, it’s that no one would act the way you are now unless they were in love.”

Kurapika nodded slowly, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. “I do love her, I just… I say stupid and hurtful things I don’t mean. I’ve made her cry, now I can’t say I love her. Who makes the one they love cry and think all they are is an embarrassment?”

Bisky placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, gently rubbing it. “Everyone says things they don’t mean sometimes. What’s important is fixing that mistake and making sure the person you hurt knows that you care about them. Just talk to her, tell her how you feel.”

Kurapika scowled. “That’s the problem, she isn’t talking to me now. Every time I try to talk to her, she turns up the music on her headphones or gives me the cold shoulder.”

“Yeah, that’s to be expected. Hell, if you called me embarrassing I would have broken up with you then and there.”

“… we’re not dating.”

Bisky blinked a few times. “Ah… with the way you two look at each other, I thought… never mind. Obviously you haven’t gotten lucky yet.”

The pink on Kurapika’s cheeks turned to a bright red, Leorio trying not to crack up beside him. “Th-that’s none of your business!”

Kurapika crossed his arms, looking away as Leorio stood. “You have fun sulking, I’m gonna go get the fire started.”

(Name) sighed in relief, placing the last dish on the table. The food was finally done, all she needed was to cut everything up and set out paper plates for everyone to use!

“Need some help with that, (Name)?”

Kite was leaning against the doorway, giving her a soft smile. It took (Name) a minute to process their presence, and when she did she broke out into goggles. She ran over to hug them, looking up at them with a big smile. “Kite, you made it!”

“Of course I did, wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

They helped (Name) get the turkey cut up, along with placing a serving spoon in each dish. She sighed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. “Finally…”

They ended up having to put two tables together to fit all of the food, and it looked like a feast for a king. If only Menchi could see it, but unfortunately she could only be there the day before the event to help. She had a lead on a new ingredient, and wouldn’t be able to make it.

“You did this all by yourself, (Name)?”

Kite looked over the tables, their red hair tied up into a ponytail to keep out of their face. (Name) leaned against their shoulder. “Mmm, I had some help, but most of it, yes. Thank god for Alluka and Menchi, they were both big helps.”

A soft smile took over Kite’s face. “It’s nice to see you’re allowing yourself to rely on others, (Name). It’s good progress.”

(Name)’s face heated up at Kite’s observation. Recently, she had been asking for help more often, without even realizing it. “I guess… I just have people I can rely on now.”

The two smiled at each other, before she stretched. “Well, let’s not keep the hungry people waiting.”

Kite caught her wrist before she could walk out. “(Name).”

They turned her so she was facing them. “Are you alright? You seem a bit… distracted.”

(Name) looked away from their eyes, puffing out her chubby cheeks in a pout. “I’m fine… it’s nothing.”

Kite raised an eyebrow before grabbing her cheeks in their hand and squeezing her face. “You’re fine? Why are their tear stains on your cheeks then?”

With a defeated sigh, (Name) told them what happened between her and Kurapika earlier that day. Kite nodded along, listening intently. “I see… that would be a quite upsetting situation to be in. Have you tried talking to him? From what he said, perhaps he said the wrong thing.”

(Name) huffed as she buttered the rolls. “I’ve been way too busy to deal with him. If he wants to man up, apologize, and speak to me, he can.”

Kite blinked in surprise. “(Name)…”

They smiled, patting her shoulder. “You’ve really grown, haven’t you?”

She nodded, finishing the last roll. “I… I’m not as much of a pushover as I used to be. I have friends now, friends that will back me up if I need them to. I don’t… I don’t have to put up with people mistreating me anymore.”

Kite patted her head, ruffling her hair a bit. “That’s good, name. Good girl.”

She melted at the compliment, leaning into their touch like a puppy being told how good it is. “Thank you, Kite…”

(Name) pulled away, her face a little warm. “Alright it’s really time to tell everyone it’s ready.”

The living room was occupied by the Zodiac, along with Bisky and Gon. Ging was nowhere in sight, possibly hiding from his son. “Hey guys, the food is ready, feel free to make yourself a plate!”

Cheadle stood, giving her a polite smile. “Thank you for this (Name), I know having to cook for so many people last minute wouldn’t be easy.”

“It’s fine, please, there’s plenty of food. Make yourself a plate!”

The zodiac were pleasantly surprised by how soft and sweet she was. Pariston smirked as he passed her, his hand brushing against her hip. “Thank you, princess. It smells lovely.”

She shivered, quickly retreating behind Kite, who kept their eye on the former rat zodiac. “It’s okay, (Name). He won’t bother you any further than that.”

The two made their way to the porch, where Leorio, Wing, Knuckle, Morel, Shoot, and a very awkward looking Kurapika. They all had a bottle of beer in their hands, though Kurapika had barely dipped on his.

Once the blonde spotted (Name), he looked away, seeming embarrassed and shy. Kite noticed this, glancing between the two. ‘Ah, they like each other.’

“The food’s ready, guys.”

Knuckle cheered, patting her shoulder as he walked past her. “Thanks, (Name)! Man, I’m starving!”

Morel laughed. “It smells nice, thank you for your hard work.”

He ruffled her hair, Shoot following behind him. The purple haired man gave her an appreciative smile. “Thanks, (Name). We’ve been looking forward to your cooking all year.”

She flushed over their compliments, waving her hand. “Oh, thank you… you’re all so sweet!”

Wing, who left to grab Alluka and Zushi, smiled. “Zushi always gets excited when he gets to come over. Also, I wanted to personally thank you for making the food nut free. It’s very kind of you to take Zushi’s allergies into consideration.”

“It’s no problem, really. He deserves to have a nice dinner too!”

Zushi and Alluka were both filthy, their hands and clothes covered in dirt. (Name) smiled, finding their dirty faces endearing. “Leorio, you guys go eat. I’m going to get the kiddos cleaned up.”

Leorio nodded, cupping her cheek to keep her in place so he could kiss her forehead. “You’re a doll, (Name).”

She sighed happily, leaning into his calloused hand. Leorio was always a warm and safe place for her, and when he held her so tenderly, it made everything a little easier.

Kurapika watched this interaction with a dull ache in his chest. Leorio was always able to give her affection without being awkward. Maybe he should try as well!

He stood up to say something, but from the look (Name) gave him, Kurapika knew he wasn’t getting any kisses. “Th-thank you for your efforts…”

(Name) nodded, turning on her heels. Kite gave the boy a sympathetic look before following behind her, the two kids being led by (Name) to the bathroom.

“Kite, could you keep an eye on the kitchen to make sure… some people don’t mess anything up? I’ll get the kids clean then come make myself a plate.”

Kite nodded. “If you mean keep an eye on Ging and Pariston, I’ve been doing it the entire time.”

She sighed in relief, giving them a smile before taking the two kiddos upstairs. (Name) was surprised to see Killua sitting on her bed, listening to something with headphones on. He glanced up when she walked in, reaching out his hand for her. She walked forward and took his hand, gently squeezing it. “Overstimulated?”

Killua nodded, glancing behind her two see the two filthy kids behind her. “Did they roll around in dirt?”

(Name) snickered. “That’s what I’m assuming happened. I’m going to get them washed up. Do you want to go make your plate now, or do you want me to come with you?”

He ran his thumb over the back of her hand in thought. “Could you… make me a plate and ask Gon to come upstairs with me when you’re done?”

She nodded, ruffling his hair. “Of course. Just relax, getting them tidied up shouldn’t take long.”

———————

(Name) sighed as she wiped Alluka’s face with a warm, damp rag. “Girl, you’re filthy. I expected this from Zushi, but usually you don’t like getting dirty.”

Alluka leaned into (Name)’s gentle touch, nuzzling her hand. “We were playing a fun game! I don’t like getting dirty, b-but it’s okay when it’s for a fun game!”

“Ohh, I see. Well, your nice dress will need to be washed now. How about we put you in some overalls, so you can play better?”

Alluka nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, yeah! That sounds like so much fun!”

(Name) took off her dirty dress and set it in the hamper, then dressed Alluka in a pink sweater and jean overalls. She changed Alluka’s Mary Janes to a pair of sneakers and put her hair into a ponytail so she would be able to play more efficiently.

“There we go, all done. Look at how cute you are!”

Alluka twirled around, giggling. “Thanks, big sis! I’m so excited, I want to play now!”

(Name) laughed, pulling the girl in for a hug. “You have to eat first, okay?”

When the girl looked up, it was Nanika. “Mama… want to sit with you.”

She scooped her up, balancing her on her hip. “Okay, that’s fine with me, sweetheart!”

(Name) walked down the stairs, spotting Zushi making his plate. He was all clean now, wearing a pair of Killua’s play shorts and a shirt. “(Name), thank you for getting me all cleaned up!”

Nanika smiled, nuzzling her face into (Name)’s shoulder. “Love you, mama…”

She kissed the top of Nanika’s head. “Love you too, sweetheart.”

(Name) sat Nanika down at the table, making her a plate of food before she made one to bring up to Killua.

“Gon?”

The boy looked up. He and Kite had been catching up when (Name) walked over. “Hi (Name)! The food is so good, you did a great job!”

“Thank you, Gon. I just wanted to tell you Killua is upstairs, and he asked if you could come eat with him.”

Gon jumped up immediately, grinning. “Sure! Is that plate for him?”

“Yeah, it is. Would you mind taking it up to him?”

Gon took the plate, smiling. “Of course not, Kite, come talk to me before you leave, okay?”

(Name) began to make her plate, spitting a certain blonde walking into the kitchen. Kurapika paused, wondering whether he should stay and make his place, or if he should leave and give her some space.

“It… all looks really good, (Name).”

She hummed in response, placing a piece of turkey on her plate. Kurapika grabbed a sturdy paper plate as well, standing near her as they made their plates together. Even when (Name) was mad at him, she still gently took his hand and guided him to the food she thought he would like. “Try this, I think you would like it.”

(Name) seemed to have an endless amount of patience and kindness. Kurapika did as told, trusting her completely. He looked up just in time to see her placing a helping of the macaroni he made onto her plate. “(Name), you don’t have to. It’s probably not that good.”

She glanced at him, a slight softness in her eyes. “You worked hard on it. It doesn’t matter if it’s good or not, I’m not letting your effort go to waste.”

This made his heart race, his face turning red once again. She was so good, so sweet, he truly didn’t deserve her. ‘Oh, (Name)…’

He truly loved her so much, even when she was upset at him he still couldn’t help but melt in her presence. “Thank you… you’re such a sweetheart.”

(Name) paused as she was walking out the door, her face heating up. She didn’t respond, but felt her heart speed up.

She sat with Nanika in her lap as she ate, making small talk with the other guests. Most of the Zodiac members were keeping to themselves, but now they had spread out.

Kanzai seemed to be getting along well with Knuckle. Pyon and Gel sat together with Bisky, drinking wine with their meal and watching some hallmark movie. Mizaistom was chatting along with Kite, the two seemingly debating something.

‘Well, I’m glad they feel more comfortable,’ (Name) thought, feeding Nanika a bite of turkey. The girl munched happily, before burying her face in (Name)’s shoulder.

“Happy… mama, Alluka wants to go play…”

Nanika looked up at her, gently nuzzling her cheek against (Name)’s. The girl was very affectionate, which (Name) didn’t mind one but. “Okay, okay. You finished your food, go have some fun.”

When the girl looked back up, it’s was Alluka. “Yay, thanks big sis!”

She hugged (Name) before she ran off, giggling. “Be careful, and don’t get into too much trouble!”

(Name) finished her plate before she went back to the kitchen. She looked over the feast she made. There was still so much food left, even after everyone had made their plates. ‘This is going to be a pain to put in the fridge later.’

———————

Kurapika sat on the couch, mindlessly a scrolling on his phone. (Name) has introduced him to social medias a week or so ago, and he really enjoyed TikTok. The nature themed videos where Hunters showed the places they were exploring interested him greatly, along with fun history videos. He had seen a few inaccurate history facts that had him ranting to (Name), though.

‘Ah… (Name)…’

He was thinking about her again, and how he pretty much fucked up his chance to ask her out at the party. Kurapika sighed, turning off his phone and glancing around the living room. It was crowded, but there were also quite a few guests missing. He spotted Ging sneaking around. So far the deadbeat had been able to avoid Gon’s detection, and it seemed he was going back in for a second plate now.

“Wow, you really are pathetic, aren’t you.”

Kurapika looked to his left to see Killua peeking over his shoulder. The blonde scowled, his eyes narrowing. Usually he would take it in stride and just leave the room, but today his mood was sour and patience thin. “What the hell do you want, Killua?”

“Wow, touchy. Guess making a complete idiot out of yourself in front of (Name) can make you pretty grumpy, huh?”

Kurapika’s eyebrow twitched. “I’m really not in the mood for this today, Killua. Don’t you have someone else to annoy?”

Killua didn’t answer him, only moving to sit across from him. “Tell me, Kurapika. Do you plan on making mom wait forever? Do you actually think she would wait that long?”

“Excuse me?”

Killua sighed, shaking his head. “Figures. If you haven’t been able to figure it out yet, mom is very popular. Take Knuckle for example. He’s a nice guy that likes mom, but she hasn’t given him a chance because she likes someone else.”

The white haired boy stared at Kurapika. “Unfortunately for all of us, that person she likes is you. It’s a tragedy, really. I really wish my mom had better taste.”

Kurapika was both flustered and pissed off. He was just about tired of Killua belittling him every chance he got. “What the hell is your problem? At this point it feels less like you’re defending (Name), and more like you have some personal issue with me.”

Killua laughed. “Are you joking? Fuck, I knew you were selfish and an asshole, but I didn’t know you were delusional too. I can count on a single hand the amount of times you’ve done anything for the group. Though, that number is smaller if we take into account whether it was for your own benefit or not. Mom has helped others for nothing reason other than being a good, kind person. Not only do you not deserve her, she doesn’t deserve to be taken advantage of by you.”

Kurapika was shocked, his mouth agape. “Taken advantage of by me? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Her kindness, Kurapika. You take advantage of what a good person she is. Like a parasite, you’ve latched onto her because she makes you feel a little less pathetic than you are. You can’t love others, so you find people that can and attach yourself to them.”

“That’s not true, I do love (Name)!”

“Really? Does someone in love make their loved one sick with worry? Do they make their loved one so depressed after they leave them that they fall into a depression so bad that Leorio had to take an entire month off of college to make sure they are taken care of? Fuck, Kurapika, do you not understand the absolute hell you put mom through?

You’re fucking selfish, and now that you’ve been given a second chance you can’t even make her happy when you actually try. I think that’s what pisses me off the most, the fact that mom is kind enough to not even mention the shit you’ve done and just allow you to stay here, and you can’t do something as simple as ask her out. You’re a coward, a selfish, pathetic coward.”

Kurapika crushed the cup he was holding, glass shards flying as he stood. “That’s it, I’m sick of this. You don’t know anything about me or how I feel. Do you understand how hard it is to try and love someone after losing everyone important to you, how terrifying it is to realize that my love for her could get her killed? My clan-“

Killua groaned. “Your clan is gone, Kurapika. At this point I think you’re using this bullshit as an excuse to distance yourself emotionally. Your mission, your dear clan, blah blah blah. Who fucking cares? They’re gone!”

This sent Kurapika over the edge. He launched himself over the table, his eyes glowing scarlet as he grabbed Killua’s shirt. “Don’t you ever talk about my clan like that, you fucking-“

Killua ripped his hands off of him, laughing. “Oh, are you going to fight me over it? Go ahead, Kurapika, hit me.”

And Kurapika did just that, punching the white haired boy in the face.

——————

Leorio sat on the porch with Wing as Zushi and Alluka searched the garden for more creatures. He took a sip of his beer as the latter army crawled out from under the porch, tiny fists balled up and caked in dirt as she made a beeline to the little picnic table in the distance. Zushi smiled, flipping to a random page in a coloring book he packed.

“Perfect! Worm Court is open for business. Time to assemble the jury.”

And just like that, two little sets of hands tried to place the various critters in a two-by-six array on the wooden surface. None of them were staying put, wriggling around and falling off. Amidst their cries of “contempt of court!” and “Order! Order”’, Wing finally hazarded a glance over to Leorio.

“Were kids’ games always that…”

“Strange? I don’t question it anymore. They’re not hurting anyone though, so that’s good.”

As soon as Leorio turned away, Nanika reached under the bench and pulled out a rusty hammer. How long it had been there was unknown, and she plopped it unceremoniously onto the bench before Alluka returned again.

“That’s a relief. I know Zushi wanted to teach her more about nen this weekend, but I feel like it’d be too stressful at a large gathering like this.” Wing nodded in understanding, sipping his beer. “Speaking of mastering nen, a little bird told me you’ve improved by leaps and bounds in your own journey? How’s that working out for you?” Leorio lit up at the praise, trying to rein in his excitement with a cough.

“Oh! Um, yeah. Yeah, I think I’ve figured out how to use my nen effectively enough for healing”, Leorio flushed a little, clearing his throat. It wasn’t every day a nen master praised your hard work after all.

“That sounds like a great application for it, I’d love to see it in action sometime.”

Leorio smiled, happy to share all the ideas he’s come up with so far.

“It’ll really come in handy for medical sc-“

CRASH!

The screen door slammed open, the wooden frame snapping in the middle and rattling the side of the house with sheer velocity. Fists were flying in a tornado of white, gold, and blue, and the men jumped back on reflex.

“Hey, HEY! What the hell is going on h-WOAH!”

It slowed down enough for Leorio to notice the two instigators as none other than Kurapika and Killua, and when he went to pull the latter back by the collar of his shirt he ducked out of reach, paying no mind.

“You mother FUCKER-“ Killua picked up the blonde by his tabard, only for him to spit out a little blood, scarlet eyes glowing with fury and…mischief? Kurpika, bruised and bloody gave him a shit-eating grin before he finally spoke.

“I sure am, what about it?”

The words took a moment to register in Killua’s head, but as soon as they clicked into place, he saw nothing but red.

Killua tossed him backward into the fire pit (Name) had dragged out to the porch for special gatherings, but Kurapika grabbed onto the boy, sending both of them tumbling off the porch as the railing splintered beneath their collective weight. The fire pit rolled into the flower bushes, and the rose bush was engulfed in flames, burning steadily as they traveled up the plant. A few feet away, not even acknowledging the accidental arson, Killua rolled over to pin Kurapika to the ground, fists flying as he wailed on the man below him.

“YOU”- he punched Kurapika, punctuating his words with blow after blow. “LEAVE”- a hand came up, trying to shove him off but he pushed it to the ground, standing up. “MY MOTHER”- another haymaker to the temple. “OUT OF THIS!” Killua finished with a solid kick to the groin, reaching for a split wooden beam and raising it to strike. In a flash, Kurapika blindly kicked him in the leg to fall on his ass with a dull thud.

Killua looked up just in time to see Kurapika grab a shitty plastic chair by the headrest, the latter chuckling dangerously as the cheap red material quickly began to dull in comparison to the scarlet rage overtaking his irises. He waved the 2x4 menacingly, almost daring the blonde to come closer.

Wing and Leorio watched, horrified as the two of them battled it out. Not with nen, like one might see in a clean fight, or normal blades like that of a sparring match- but with scattered debris, bloodied fists and all of the finesse and gracefulness of a couple of drunken sailors. Realizing they need to put a stop to it before it got any worse, Wing stepped forward as Leorio attemptsy to stomp out the blackening shrub.

“That’s enough! This is no way for dignified hunters to act, especially a couple of nen users such as yourselves. You two ought to be ashamed!”

Kurapika, too far gone to pay attention to much else, swung the chair at Killua menacingly as the younger one parried it with the splintered 2x4. The trajectory and force were enough to knock not just the glasses off of his head and onto the lawn, but the beer right out of his hands as well. The bottle ricocheted off the chair, flying towards the large oak tree before shattering into a million pieces like some sort of horrible glass baseball.

It left a dark stain on the trunk in its wake, trickling down the bark and down into the pile of shards left behind. Despite the impact, Kurapika never faltered, either unaware of what just transpired or completely indifferent.

‘They’re not even using nen, they’re just fighting dirty…it’s like they want to revel in the destruction, to feel the blood on their hands themselves.’ Wing felt around his immediate vicinity for the frames, before Leorio spotted them a few yards away. Placing them back on the man’s face and helping him up, he patted his shoulder and shot a glare at the duo, seemingly out for blood.

“Wing, the hose is on the left of the house. Put the flowers out, and I’ll see if (name) has some frozen peas you can put on your bruise.”

He nodded sprinting across the floor porch as Leorio hurried in to see (Name) minding her own business, putting up the food. He glanced back over to the door again, little more than a pile of mesh and scrap wood. Between the stress of cooking, company, and cleaning, (Name) seemed too preoccupied to notice the damage. He silently thanked the stars above

‘They’ll sort it out themselves, the last thing she needs is more stress’, he thought to himself. If Kurapika wanted to make an ass of himself in front of the Zodiacs by decking a 14 year old, then that was his problem. Right now, he needed to find something cold for Wing to use as a compress.

She had sent mostly everyone out, claiming the kitchen tended to get chaotic, and he would have laughed at the irony if he wasn’t so worried about the fiasco going on just outside. Her hair was a mess, favorite apron is covered in various stains and spills, and plates upon plates were scattered onto various surfaces. He nearly left undetected when she sensed his aura, turning her head.

“Hey Leorio, what’s up?”

His mouth was dry, trying to figure out the best way to explain himself and possibly buy some time when she paused and frowned. Leorio tried to follow her line of sight and saw Wing by the window, followed by… a garden hose?

“Oh, did Alluka get all muddy from worm hunting under the porch again? I thought I told her not to do that until after dinner.” As soon as she said that, the oven went off, and she slips on a pair of Hello Kitty mitts, sliding the pie dish out and closing the door with her hip with a practiced ease. Placing it onto the burners to cool and slipping them off again, she offered them to Leorio. “Could you hang these up for me? “

Leorio realized what she saw just a second too late, powerless to stop her as she turned the stove off to rush past and see what was going on firsthand

“Leorio, what’s going on? And why do I smell something burning?!”

“Nothing! It’s just the kids get a little rowdy is all, and Wing needed an ice pack.”

Ging’s voice tore through the clattering of pots and pans like a warcry for deadbeat dads from the porch.

“WOOORLDSTAAAARRR!”

By the time (name) made it to the front door (what was left of it anyway), she was met with Wing frantically trying to put out the last of the fire as Leorio pulled the broken pit away from the bushes. The railing was completely destroyed on one side of the steps, and there was scorch marks all over the wood. Finally, Leorio cleared his throat.

“Thats not…what we called you out for”, (Name) followed the man’s gaze, before landing on Kurapika and Killua rolling around in the front yard in a mess of flailing limbs and screaming. This time, however, it looked as though Kurapika finally got the upper hand.

“You little bastard, have you always been this insufferable?! You just couldn’t keep your mouth shut, could you?!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Killua sunk his teeth into Kurapika’s arm, relishing in the anguished scream that rippled from the man’s throat.

“You think I’m afraid of your goofy ass Ghost Of Christmas Past attacks!?”

She got about four steps forward before a jet stream of water shot out from behind her, soaking the boys as they froze up instantly. Wing held the hose and glared at them, and white hot shame crept up upon both of them.

“If you want to fight like animals, you’ll be treated as such.

It quickly turned to dread however as soon as Kurapika noticed (Name) marching over, brandishing a wooden spoon and a scowl that somehow manages to chill him even more than the garden hose. Leorio had given her a quick explanation, along with Bisky who had heard what happened inside.

“(Name)! I can explain”

“Mom”-

“Killua, you didn’t need to bring his family into this. You know it’s a sore subject.” The boy in question was pouting as she flicked his forehead. Kurapika snickered but it died down instantly when she redirected her ire to him.

He yelped when she smacked him over the head with the wooden spoon. “And YOU’RE not much better. Who the hell throws hands with a child, Kurapika?! You’re a grown man. Come on.”

She narrowed her eyes at the two, who couldn’t even look her in the face. “Don’t you ever think about hitting each other again, we’re friends. Act like it.”

They nodded, and (Name) sighed.

“Both of you can do the dishes. I think that’s fair. Maybe it’ll teach you to get along too.”

The two grumbled, but quieted down when she pointed to the kitchen using her wooden spoon. “Go, now. I want them done within 30 minutes, or neither of you are getting any dessert.”

——————

The two stood in the kitchen, silent as they both washed dishes. They got a system going, where Kurapika washed, and Killua rinsed and dried.

(Name) had healed their injuries to the best of her abilities before they went inside, getting all of the big wounds and gashes dealt with. Now they were covered in bruised and little scratches, but were overall okay.

Kurapika glanced out the window to see (Name) walking to Leorio, Kite, and Wing, the woman looking distressed. When she started to talk frantically, Leorio pulled her into a hug. Kurapika felt awful for causing her trouble, and when he looked to his right, he saw he wasn’t alone in that.

Killua also looked guilty, looking at (Name) with soft, concerned eyes. Though they were different, Killua and Kurapika shared one thing.

They both loved (Name).

The blonde sighed, setting down the rag for a moment. “Killua… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let my anger get the better of me, hitting you was unacceptable.”

Killua was quiet for a moment before he nodded slowly. “I… I’m sorry too. I… was just so angry when I saw (Name) upset again over you that… I snapped. You were right, I… don’t know you or how you feel, and saying that about your clan…”

Kurapika shook his head, patting the boy on the back. “It’s alright, Killua. Water under the bridge.”

The two smiled at each other. “Okay, okay… and I have to admit, you’re pretty skilled, Kurapika. That’s the most fun I’ve had during a fight in years.”

The two laughed, laughing and joking like old times.

It calmed down a little and Killua sighed, trying to be serious. “Can I ask you a question? Man to man?”

“Hm? You’re fourteen, I’d hardly call that a man. But go ahead.”

Killua glared, but elected to ignore the remark in favor of getting information out of him.

“You love (name), don’t you?”

“…”

His silence spoke volumes, but Killua already knew his answer before then. He was just looking for confirmation.

“She let you back into her life, and I know she forgives you. Not that you deserve it, but a second chance just fell into your lap. I feel like you’re still holding her at arm’s length though. And don’t think she doesn’t notice, because she does. She’s a lot more perceptive than people give her credit for.”

“I…even if I were to stay in her life, I don’t deserve to be that close to her. I’m lucky to be her friend.”

“You don’t even want to try? Like at all?”

“Killua, it’s not that simple.”

“If it’s because you think you don’t deserve her, shouldn’t that motivate you to WANT to be better? And become someone she deserves?”

“People can’t change. If I get too close, I’ll lose my rage. That’s the only thing keeping me going right now.”

“Oh noooo, I can’t be around this person because they make me less angry~!” Killua replied mockingly, putting his soapy hands up in defense when Kurapika glared at him. “That’s called being comfortable around someone. And people can too change, genius.”

“The spiders will always be cold blooded killers. There’s no room for redemption.”

“Okay, maybe not everyone”, Killua rolls his eyes, of course Kurapika had an exception up his sleeve. “But for the most part, we do. (Name) told me once that stagnation is a fate worse than death. If you aren’t evolving as a person, then what the hell are you doing?”

Kurapika blinked in surprise, putting the plate down and grabbing a cup to wash. “I…guess that makes sense? You’ve mellowed out a bit over the years Killua.” He didn’t want to outright admit that Killua had matured, or he’d risk him getting a big head.

“No shit Sherlock. She gave me a loving home and enrolled me in therapy. Being loved didn’t nerf me, if anything it made me stronger. Now I’m emotionally stable, nourished, and thriving. I stand a way better chance at kicking someone’s ass now.”

The last dish was dried and put away, and the two of them came out to the living room where everyone is huddled on the couch or near it, the TV playing some sort of holiday special. (Name) noticed them, and waved them over. He noticed she changed into something more comfortable, but when he recognized the faded pattern on the sleeves he had to do a double take.

It was the same one she had during the hunter exam, but back then it was much newer and vibrant.

“You’re just in time, we were about to start Charlie Brown!” Killua joined her, and like clockwork she removed the sleeve so he could put half of it on like an oversized blanket. “This thing is kind of old, (name). It’s cozy, but definitely seen better days.”

“I know, I mostly wear it to bed or knocking around the house, but I love it too much to get rid of it. It’s one of the comfiest things I own, even if it’s golden days are long gone”, she ruffled his hair and Kurapika joined her on the other side.

“It still serves its purpose, Killua. We don’t all need a giant wardrobe”, Kurapika teased good-naturedly, and the boy in question lifted his head to stick a tongue out at him.

“It’s one of those that gets softer the more you wash it”, (name) helpfully supplied. “It just means it’s well loved, and it loves you back. Time is irrelevant when you’re this cozy.”

Kurapika hummed, leaning a head against her other shoulder. A few minutes into the movie, his phone pinged with a message from Killua, who sighed in contentment before closing his eyes. Kurapika opened up the message and saw attachment: 1 image.

Wholly expecting another stupid meme, like that god awful Megamind “no bitches” thing he got like clockwork every time he did something bad in front of (Name), he sighed and opened it intending to leave him on read. Instead, he was greeted with a side by side comparison of what looked like a couple of plush Garfield cats. One plush looked brand new, while the other was worn down from use. The text said “to be loved is to be changed.”

He thought back to what Killua said earlier about how stagnating was a fate worse than death.

He knew his mission was dangerous, but at the same time, would it really be okay for him to get close to (name)? It was just a stupid Garfield meme, he shouldn’t be reading this much into it, but before he realized it he was tearing up. (Name) looked over and frowned.

“Kurapika, are you alright? What’s wrong?”

A gentle hand cupped his cheek, her thumb swiping away his tears. Kurapika sighed in contentment, leaning into her touch. “It’s nothing, just… thinking about things, what I want to do with my time.”

(Name) nodded, retracting her hand and allowing him to lean back against her shoulder.

She seemed a bit more relaxed, the two not knowing she was watching their little interactions just moments before. “By the way Kurapika, Leorio wanted me to tell to meet him on the porch asfter this movie.”

The blonde nodded, looking down at her. “(Name)… when I get back… we need to talk, okay?”

(Name) paused, Killua giving him a thumbs up from behind her. “Oh, um… alright.”

She sounded hesitant, but it was an improvement from her ignoring him. The three watched He gave her a sneaky kiss to her cheek before walking out to meet Leorio.

Leorio and Kite sat on the front porch. It seemed most of the guests had gone home. Knuckles, Shoot, Morel, Pyon, Gel, Kanzai, and Mizaistom were gone already.

“Kurapika, sit.”

Leorio gestured for a wicker chair sat next to the two. The blonde took it, glancing between the two. “What did you call me out for?”

“You seemed pretty… antsy earlier,” Kite explained as Leorio rummaged a small metal box.

“Antsy is an understatement, you looked insane. I really thought you were about to start growling and foaming at the mouth for a moment there.”

Kurapika flushed at Leorio’s words, feeling ashamed of his actions. “I know, I’ve already apologized to Killua.”

“Shit, he wasn’t much better. Trust me, I know Killua, he can be a real asshole, but he’s still a kid.”

Kurapika nodded, looking at his lap. Leorio was right of course, he usually was. “So, what did you want?”

Leorio smiled, finishing his task and pulling out a blunt from the metal box. “I want you to relax and smoke with us. Take a breather, chill with the boys- or well, Kite and I.”

Kite rolled their eyes. “I told you I don’t care what you call me, Leorio.”

Leorio blushed, waving his hand apologetically while Kurapika processed what the dark haired man was offering. “You want me to get high with you? Is that smart, considering I pissed off (Name) enough today? She hates when I smoke.”

“See, you need to relax. Stop worrying about (Name) for a minute. You worry so much that you stress yourself out, making you snap at others. You’ll be way better to (Name) if you learned to chill out and take care of yourself every one in a while.”

Kurapika leaned back in his chair as Leorio lit up the blunt, taking a puff before passing it to Kite.

“Come on, Kurapika. It’ll help you relax.”

Kite held out the blunt to Kurapika, smiling. The blonde stared at the two. “Am I being peer pressured right now?”

“Yes,” the two said in unison.

He groaned and took the blunt, holding it out. “Just one puff.”

———————

(Name) looked up when Kurapika stumbled into the house, a dopey smile on his red face. Once he spotted her, the blonde made a whining sound, immediately clinging to her as he rubbed his cheek against hers. “Mmm… (Name)…”

The woman squeaked, squirming in his strong grip as he pulled her closer, peppering kisses into her cheeks and neck. “K-Kurapika, what are you-“

She paused, sniffing his shirt. “Oh god damn it, are you high? Leorio did this, didn’t he?”

(Name) huffed as Kurapika nuzzled his nose agaisnt hers, clinging to her like she was his lifeline in a storm. “Just want you… lemme hold you, ‘kay?”

She didn’t protest, leading him to the living room so he could snuggle her on the couch. He seemed so attached to her, and as soon as they laid down he squished his face into her chest, nuzzling until he was comfortable.

The woman wanted to pretend she was annoyed, but honestly she found him cute when he was like this. Whenever he was inebriated, Kurapika could let go of all of his limitations and do what he really wanted. He wanted to be near her, for every part of his body to be in contact with hers. It made him so happy to lie on top of her, his face in her breasts and arms wrapped around her.

“(Name)…”

She hummed in response, running her fingers through his blonde hair. “What is it, Kurapika?”

“I…”

He looked up at her, his eyes a little red from smoking. “I’m really sorry… I know… I say stupid and hurtful things sometimes… but just know…”

He blinked at her sleepily, leaning forward to the point their lips were only an inch apart. “I care about you… a lot… so, so much…”

(Name) sighed happily when he kissed her, feeling his tongue gently lap at her lip, asking for forgiveness and acceptance. With a little nip to his lip, she allowed him in, holding his face tenderly.

Though their tongues danced and their breaths were heavy, the kiss wasn’t arousing. It felt loving, sweet, a kiss people who loved each other would share. When they pulled away, Kurapika’s eyes were soft, looking into hers with so much love (Name) felt her body would explode. “Mmm…”

He laid his head back down, his lips pressing kisses into her neck sleepily. ‘I love you…’ he thought, his hands gently caressing her sides.

The two soon fell asleep on the couch, being covered up by Leorio and hour later. Guests left, leaving Kurapika and (Name) in peace.

Leorio, Kite, and Bisky sat on the porch, talking as they drank. “It seems those two have made up.” Bisky said with a laugh, swirling her wine glass.

“Yeah, it seems so. They both looked pretty happy.” Leorio agreed, staring into the neck of his beer bottle. Kite only sighed, leaning into his chair.

“Does he still not know about the Chimera Ant situation?”

The other two went quiet at Kite’s question, not daring to look up. “He doesn’t, does he?”

“No, he doesn’t even know about the letter, or the fact she nearly killed herself after what he did in York New,” Leorio said gravely, setting down his drink. “She said it would absolutely destroy him. Sometimes I hate how she always thinks about others before herself.”

Bisky nodded. “She cares about Kurapika so much, she won’t even tell him just how badly his actions affected her in fear that it would push him over the edge. Apparently, when she would sleep next to him during the Hunter Exam, he would talk about ending his life after finding the scarlet eyes in his sleep. It really messed with her head.”

Kite cleared their throat. “Well, it has to come out eventually. Keeping all of these secrets helps no one, especially the fact that (Name) has worked with the Phantom Troupe. If he finds out on his own, he might assume she’s a traitor when she’s actually been helping him by being getting information. He gets too angry, he wouldn’t be able to comprise with them.”

Leorio sighed, the man looking much more tired than before the conversation started. “Yeah, I know. I just hope Kurapika is ready for all of that information. Hell, Gon doesn’t even know any of it, he doesn’t even know Kurapika’s the one that broke (Name)’s wrist.”

The three sat in silence, knowing that eventually, these secrets would come to light.

They were just hoping it would be of (Name)’s own free will.

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Beg like you need it

// Astarion x Gale x Tessa (Fem!Tav)

Astarion, Tessa, and Gale were tossed in jail. They're definitely innocent. Astarion and Tessa share a cell -- Gale is locked up on the other side of a brick wall.

The three of them have nothing to do but wait for Minsc to come find them.

And that could take awhile . . .

Astarion has some ideas on how to pass the time. He doesn't mind if Gale listens. But, if the wizard wants to use their little tadpole friends to watch, well, he'll have to beg.

18+ • NSFW • 5.5K words (1/1) • Read on AO3 (or below)

Tags: Smut, Cuckolding, Inappropriate use of tadpole, Voyeurism, Vaginal sex, Vaginal fingering, Light bondage, Blindfolds, A little bit gay (not gay enough tho imo)

Gale glanced around the room as if expecting another guard to arrive at any moment. “I don’t believe resorting to violence was necessary in this particular instance.”

Astarion stared longingly at the blood on his dagger, almost as if considering licking it. He wiped it off on the guard’s sleeve instead. “Don’t be so wet behind the ears.”

“What’s done is done. I’ll check for anything worth taking.” Tessa bent down near the body and began rummaging through his pockets. “Only three gold.”

“You don’t suppose his family will want that? It’s not like we’re exactly in need after our misappropriation of Counting House funds. . .”

“Our what?” Tessa continued digging through the guard’s pockets.

“Misappropriate. Dishonestly or unfairly take something, especially money, belonging to another for one's own use,” Gale said.

Tessa sat back on her knees and looked up at Gale. “I love it when you use big words, babe.”

Astarion leaned against the wall, his eyes on Tessa, and huffed out a soft laugh. “She’s being sarcastic, Gale. In case you missed that.”

“It’s not sarcasm. I like learning. Sometimes. But, anyway. Gale, if it will make you feel better about this . . .” She gestured vaguely at the dead guard. “I’ll put some of our gold in his pockets. How much does a funeral cost these days?”

Tessa was actually in the middle of stuffing a handful of gold from her bag into the guard’s pocket when four more guards walked into the room.

“Shit.” Astarion tossed Tessa a glance, daggers at the ready, waiting for her to approve the next attack.

Tessa looked from Astarion to Gale, who now looked particularly glib. A word she’d recently learned from him.

Tessa stood and stepped away from the body. “We can explain . . .”

They could not explain.

In an effort to appease Gale and avoid further bloodshed, the three of them were dragged off to jail.

Tessa leaned against the bars of her jail cell, one she had the misfortune of sharing with Astarion. “How long before Minsc finds us?” She’d already tried — and failed — to rip the door off.

“We should find our own way out of this. Or settle in for the night,” Gale said from the other side of a brick wall.

“Oh, please,” Astarion said as he eased up next to Tessa. “I’ll have us out of here before you can — eh, you finish that sentence for me, Gale. I’ll get to work.”

Tessa gasped in surprise as Astarion slid his open hand up the back of her neck and into her hair. “Astarion — wha —”

Astarion tugged her head back and locked eyes with her. Tessa’s heart slammed against her chest, she knew he could hear it, and she hated that it gave her away.

“This will only take a moment,” he said with a smirk. Astarion held her in place, his grip tightening. He reached into her hair with his other hand. With two dexterous fingers, he plucked a single lock pick from her wild curls and twirled it in front of her face.

“What the fuck, Astarion? How long has that been there?” Tessa untangled herself from his hand and pushed him away.

“Don’t be ungrateful, darling,” Astarion teased.

“Tessa? What’s going on?” Gale asked.

“If Astarion doesn’t fuck this up we’ll be out of here before Minsc even realizes we’re missing,” Tessa said.

Gale sighed. “Ah. That is a relief. A great relief indeed.”

Astarion reached through the bars and started fiddling with the lock.

Tessa watched Astarion work and decided to take a shot at trying to make him just as flustered as he’d made her. “Yeah. A relief. I was worried we’d have to resort to more erotic forms of entertainment to get us through the night.”

The lock clicked open.

No? Fuck.

That wasn’t the lock.

“Tell me I didn’t just hear our only lock pick breaking,” Tessa said.

Astarion stepped away from the jail door. “You didn’t just hear our only lock pick breaking.”

“That’s great. You have another one?” Tessa ran her fingers through her hair, trying to find out what else Astarion had stashed in there.

Astarion tossed the broken lock pick onto the floor of the cell. “No.”

“Then why did you say that?”

“Because you told me to,” he said.

“Fuck.” Tessa shook out her hair, just to be sure. Nothing.

“What’s going on now?” Gale asked.

“Our escape plan failed. We’re stuck here,” Tessa said.

Two long strides were all it took and Astarion was invading her space again, smiling down at her with that sly, fanged, grin of his. “So, about those more erotic forms of entertainment, you mentioned . . .”

Tessa’s breath caught in her throat. Her chest and face suddenly felt so warm. Was she blushing? Fuck. “Ah, it was just a joke.”

Astarion pushed forward, a predatory glint in his eyes. Tessa stumbled until her back hit the brick wall that separated them from Gale.

“You’re too close, Astarion,” Tessa whispered. Her breaths came in hot, uneven gasps now.

“Am I?” Astarion placed his hands on either side of her head, enclosing her. His breath ghosted across her lips. He smelled like wine — and blood. Why was that so hot?

“What’s going on? Why are you so quiet?” Gale asked.

Astarion towered over her. Had it always been so warm in here? The smell of him enveloped her now. Astarion leaned forward, his lips nearly brushing against hers as he whispered, “Yes, Tessa. What’s going on?”

Tessa’s body reacted before she had time to process exactly what was happening. She jolted back, slamming her head against the brick wall.

“What was that? Are you okay? Someone speak to me,” Gale said.

Astarion laughed softly and pulled away. “I have a proposition for you. Both of you.”

Tessa somehow managed to hear Astarion’s voice over the sound of her own heartbeat pounding away in her ears. “Oh?”

“Don’t be coy now,” Astarion purred. “You two aren’t as discreet as you think. I’ve heard you talking about me.”

“What exactly have you heard?” Gale asked.

“Enough. Just know that I’m very interested,” Astarion said.

Did he just? Is he for real? Tessa stared up at him, searching his face for any hint of doubt. “Really? What happened to not being interested in a love triangle with Gale?”

“Don’t ruin the moment, darling,” Astarion’s lip curled up in disgust. “It’s not a love triangle. It’s sex. Surely that’s something we can all agree on? Besides, I’m ready to start . . . exploring again. And why not with someone I trust?”

Tessa’s breath hitched. “That’s good enough for me.”

“Good.” Astarion tapped Tessa’s lips with two fingers. “Gale?”

Astarion didn’t wait for a response, he nudged Tessa’s thighs apart with his leg — she rolled her hips, grinding against him.

Tessa bit back a moan. There was that telltale squirming in her brain. Gale wanted in. She let him.

There was no holding back the torrent of arousal that slammed into him. Gale watched through her eyes as Astarion stared down at her — pupils blown wide.

If she had any apprehension, that faded when she felt Gale’s excitement mingle with hers.

Tessa reached out to him through their shared connection.

Is this really happening?

It appears so.

And you’re okay with this, Gale?

I have made my feelings clear. It is something I have a . . . particular interest . . . in experiencing. Do you want this?

Yes. Very much.

Then far be it from me to prevent our . . . shared pleasure. Just . . .

Anything, Gale. What is it?

Just keep the connection between us. I want to experience this through you.

Tessa bit down on her lower lip and smiled.

“Are you two lovebirds finished with your little chat?” Astarion asked.

“Yes,” Tessa said.

“Yes, you’re done? Or, yes —”

“Yes,” Tessa said again, nodding this time.

Astarion’s smile widened. “Then what are we waiting for?”

Waiting? There would be no more of that. Tessa grabbed the front of Astarion’s shirt with two hands and pulled him down to her level, crashing her lips against his. It wasn’t the first time they kissed, and she’d learned the hard way how to avoid slicing herself open on his fangs.

This though, this was new. There was something deeply thrilling about kissing Astarion while Gale was inside her head — he found it deeply thrilling too. Tessa rolled her hips again, frantically grinding herself against his thigh.

“F-fuck,” she whimpered. Tessa squeezed her eyes shut and bit back another moan.

Astarion pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers, laughing softly. Tessa continued to grind against him, her hands squished between their bodies as she clung to his shirt.

“Open your eyes, Tessa,” Astarion demanded.

She did as she was told. She trembled with anticipation as Astarion searched her face. He wasn’t looking at her though, he was looking for Gale.

His next words came out as smooth as velvet. “Is she always so needy, Gale? Or is this just all for me?” Astarion hooked a finger in Tessa’s leggings and tugged lightly, eliciting a moan from her. “If you want me to continue, you’ll have to answer the question, Gale. And there is a right answer . . .”

Tessa saw through Gale’s eyes. His forehead was pressed against the cool brick wall — mirroring how she stood with Astarion.

Gale was right behind her. If only he was in the cell with them too, but . . . well.

Please, Gale. If you want — I —

“Just for you, Astarion,” Gale’s voice was low and rough.

Tessa felt jealousy curl up in her core, stoking the flames of her arousal. She quickly realized it wasn’t her jealousy — it was Gale’s. And he loved this.

“Good.” Astarion raised his hand and pressed two fingers into Tessa’s mouth. He thrust his fingers in past two knuckles. She opened up so easily for him and began to suck.

“What a good girl,” he purred. Astarion removed his fingers from her mouth with a lewd pop.

“Shall we find out just how wet she is for me, Gale?” His hand found its way beneath her underwear — but not far enough down.

Tessa stared up at him with wide eyes, wishing he would just fucking touch her properly already.

“Answer me, Gale,” Astarion said.

Gale already knew how wet she was. He knew the same way she could feel how hard he was. “Y-yes,” Gale said.

In one fluid motion, Astarion pushed his hand down and drove two fingers into her warm cunt. Tessa’s knees buckled, she would have collapsed if Astarion wasn’t holding her up against the wall.

“Oh, gods, fuck,” Tessa whimpered, melting into him.

“You’re such a good girl. So fucking wet for me and we’ve only just begun.” Astarion fucked her slowly, easing his fingers in and out of her with a level of grace that only he could manage.

“Tell me, darling. How many times have you imagined me inside you?” Astarion curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot. “Actually. Don’t tell me. Tell Gale.”

Tessa could hardly catch her breath. “Every day,” she whimpered.

“Even when it’s him?” Astarion nipped at her jaw.

“Y-yes,” Tessa said as she tried to fuck herself down further on Astarion’s fingers. “Y-yes, even then.”

A strangled noise escaped Tessa’s lips, something between a moan and a whimper as Astarion pulled away. He didn’t neglect her though, those two fingers moved to stroke her clit instead.

“How does that make you feel, Gale? Knowing that she wants me so badly she pictures me when you’re inside her?”

Tessa felt Gale’s pleasure move through her. She saw what he saw. He fisted his own cock, stroking himself slowly — drawing this out. “J-jealous.”

“Try again,” Astarion said. He continued to rub that little bundle of nerves, offering just the right amount of pressure.

Gale grunted. “H-humiliated.”

“Hmm. Anything else?” Astarion was perfectly composed as Tessa writhed beneath him.

“Turned on,” Gale said.

“You want to watch me fuck her. Don’t you, Gale?” Astarion buried his fingers in Tessa’s cunt a second time.

“Yes,” Gale said.

This time, when she moaned, she didn’t try to muffle the sound. “F-fuck, Astarion,” she whimpered. “That — fuck — that feels so good.”

Without warning, Astarion removed his hand from Tessa’s underwear and stepped back. She put all of her weight on that brick wall, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Tessa — and Gale through her eyes — watched as Astarion popped his fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned around them as he lapped up her desire.

“We like that,” Tessa groaned.

Gale brushed his thumb over the tip of his cock and the sensation sent a new wave of pleasure through Tessa’s body.

“Mm.” Astarion removed his fingers. “I’m sure you do.”

Tessa stared up at him expectantly.

“You look positively flushed, dear. Perhaps we should remove some of those clothes?” Astarion was back in her space again. “What do you think, Gale?”

Tessa heard Gale’s voice in her head.

Are you still enjoying this?

How kind of him. He knew the answer. He could feel everything she felt, but he still took time to check.

Yes. Are you?

Gale growled out something that Tessa believed was a yes. It was enough to satisfy her — and Astarion.

Tessa’s shirt was the first to go. Then her bra. Astarion tossed them onto the floor by their feet. Then everything below her waist came off in one swift motion. She kicked them to the side.

Astarion kissed her, gently now. His hands wandered across her sides, stomach, and hips. His fingers pried the heat from her skin like a soothing balm.

Gale moaned from the other side of the wall. Tessa felt him squirming as phantom fingertips moved from her skin to his.

“That feels so nice, Astarion,” Tessa whimpered.

He trailed his fingertips over her shoulders and down her arms, every movement sweet and slow.

“You’re so good for me, Tessa. Good girls get rewarded. Do you want your reward?”

Tessa nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, please. Yes —”

Astarion grabbed her wrists and yanked her toward the bars of their cell.

Tessa gasped, stumbling along with him until her bare ass was pressed against the cool metal bars.

Astarion raised her hands above her head. He curled her fingers around the bars. “Do you think you can keep your hands there?”

Before Tessa could answer, Astarion plunged two fingers into her mouth. She gagged this time.

Once she found her composure, she swirled her tongue around his fingers and sucked.

“It seems she’s a little preoccupied. Gale, what do you think? Shall we tie her up?” Astarion slid his fingers in and out of her mouth, the same pace he’d used between her legs. The feeling went straight to her cunt.

“Yes,” Gale whimpered.

Astarion popped his fingers out of her mouth and traced her lips, wetting them with her spittle, before he stepped away. Tessa watched, chest heaving, lips parted softly as Astarion glanced around the room.

His eyes settled on her bra. He picked it up and gave the material a stretch. “This should do.” Astarion pressed into her space again and tied her wrists to the jail bars.

Astarion’s neck was so close to her face. She watched as beads of sweat rolled down his cheek, over his jaw, and along his neck.

Tessa felt the overwhelming urge to lick him — it hadn’t been her idea though. It came from Gale. Who was she to deny him this pleasure?

Tessa leaned forward and ran the flat of her tongue along Astarion’s neck, licking up the salty droplets. Then, before he could move, she gave him a playful nip — not hard enough to break the skin.

Astarion tightened the bra to her wrists with a final yank and then pulled away from her. “Ah, ah, watch it, darling. We ask before we bite,” he teased.

Tessa pulled her wrists gently against the fabric. This would be a true test of her fortitude. It would be incredibly easy to rip through these bonds.

Then Tessa experienced something absolutely delightful. She felt Gale wonder what it would be like to be bitten. That feeling also went straight to her cunt — and Gale’s cock.

“Why don’t you bite me then?”

Astarion ran his tongue over his canines and smiled. “Perhaps. Only if you tell me whose idea that was?”

Astarion stood far enough away now that Tessa could drink in his figure. He was, unfortunately, still completely clothed but there was an unmistakable tension in his trousers.

“It was Gale’s idea,” Tessa said. “Gale would also like you to be wearing . . . less . . .”

“Oh, would he now?” Astarion hitched up his shirt slightly, exposing his hip.

Tessa bit her lower lip and nodded.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Astarion purred. He slowly lifted his shirt and tugged it over his head.

Tessa watched, eyes trailing along his stomach, up his neck — she shivered when their eyes met. There was something truly dangerous there.

Tessa swallowed thickly as Astarion closed the distance between them. A rush of excitement from Gale moved through her.

“I can’t just be giving away everything for free,” Astarion teased. He gently pulled his shirt over Tessa’s face, obstructing her — and Gale’s — view.

She could only see through Gale’s eyes now. They stared at the same brick wall and listened as Astarion removed his pants. Tessa wriggled against the fabric holding her wrists in place.

Astarion grabbed Tessa’s hips and pulled her forward. His lips found the curve of her neck, he tugged at the skin with his teeth — then pressed his lips down and sucked.

Tessa groaned, wriggling to be closer to him. His hands held her in place as his hard cock bumped against her thigh. Her knees fell apart. The ache between her legs was impossible to ignore now.

Gale squeezed his cock, still stroking himself with the patience of a damn saint. He reached out to Tessa.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Are you?

Yes. I love you.

I love you too.

I’ll . . . be right back.

Suddenly, her mind was empty. Tessa was alone.

Astarion chuckled darkly against her neck. “Ah, ah, ah, naughty boy. If you want to watch, you’re going to have to beg.”

Astarion’s cock slid between her legs, the length of him brushing against her swollen lips. He moved back and forth, slowly, carefully — barely causing any friction.

Tessa tried to grind down onto Astarion’s length, but he made sure she couldn’t find relief.

Tessa wondered if relief would ever come — Gale wasn’t the type to beg for anything.

Then, he surprised her.

“Please, Astarion,” Gale groaned. “Please let me watch you fuck Tessa.”

Astarion rolled his hips. Tessa scrambled to feel him, moaning softly.

“Again,” Astarion demanded.

“Please, Astarion. Please — I need this. I want to watch your cock . . .”

Gale choked back a moan. “I need to watch your cock fucking into her. I want to hear her scream your name.”

“More,” Astarion said. “Tell the whole truth.”

Gale’s fist slapped against the brick twice. “I —”

Astarion rolled his hips again, pulling another desperate moan from Tessa.

“I want to be inside her head while you fuck her, Astarion. I want to feel your cock as though . . . “

“As though, what, Gale?” Astarion sounded so fucking smug.

“As though you were fucking me,” Gale choked out.

“Ah. There it is,” Astarion hummed. “And you, Tessa. Do you want this?”

Yes. More than ever. Is what she wanted to say. Instead, all she managed was a strangled whimper as Astarion bucked his hips against her. She nodded furiously.

There was that squirming in her head again. This time — when she welcomed the feeling — it was different. The tadpoles linked all three of them now.

Tessa watched through Astarion’s eyes as he lifted her leg and angled his cock at her slick entrance. She felt Gale’s excitement, Astarion’s hunger — and her own lust crash and build to a crescendo.

Her swollen lips parted for his cock as Astarion sunk himself into her cunt — stretching her out. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him.

“Fuck — you opened right up for me, didn’t you, darling?” Astarion growled.

Tessa paid extra attention to the sensations — making sure Gale had complete access to her body. She’d never shared herself with anyone so completely before. It was incredible.

Gale watched — they all watched — as Astarion’s cock disappeared into Tessa’s body again.

Astarion started slow, then steadily picked up the pace until Tessa was a stuttering mess — clinging to the jail bars to remain standing.

Their bodies collided noisily. The wet, slapping sounds drown out the rest of the world. Her slick drenched his cock as he snapped his hips up into her.

“F-fuck. I’m getting close,” Tessa whimpered. “I need —”

She didn’t have to ask. Astarion knew what she needed.

She watched through his eyes as he slid a hand between them and began to rub quick circles around her clit.

It was enough — it was almost too much. The heat coiled in her core. She wanted Gale to feel this too, but her brain stopped working as she reached the cusp of blissful unawareness.

One more little move — and she came undone on Astarion’s cock — screaming his name.

Astarion closed his eyes and pressed close to her. He slowed his pace, working her through her orgasm with languid strokes. This continued until Tessa was completely overstimulated, breathing hard, and struggling to stand.

Astarion began to lose his rhythm as he fucked himself into her. His breath tickled her ear. “I’m going to come inside you. Is that okay?”

“Y-yes,” Tessa whimpered. “Please. Please come inside me. Gods — Astarion —”

Astarion pressed his face into the crook of her neck and breathed her in as he found his release in her warm cunt.

Tessa clenched around him again, already building up to a second orgasm. He pumped his hips a few more times, slower now — then he pulled out.

Astarion removed his shirt from Tessa’s head. When her eyes adjusted to the light she saw Astarion’s face and nearly collapsed — he looked so perfectly wrecked. She did that.

She laughed softly. “You’re a mess.”

“You’re one to talk,” Astarion said.

For a second she saw through Astarion’s eyes again. She was — beautiful.

Tessa had plenty of confidence, but seeing herself — sufficiently fucked — through his eyes. She’d never felt more perfect.

Tessa squirmed. Her thighs were drenched with her own slick and now Astarion’s spend was starting to dribble out of her too.

“You want to come again, don’t you?” Astarion whispered.

Tessa nodded her head.

“Mm. That can be arranged. But first, we’ll have to clean you up.” Astarion looked past Tessa. “Won’t we, Gale?”

Tessa turned her head to see Gale standing just outside the jail door.

“You got out?” Tessa asked.

Gale blushed. “Simple knock spell . . .”

Tessa laughed. “Come in then.”

“My last spell for the day, I’m afraid,” Gale said.

“That’s okay. Our door isn’t locked. Is it, Astarion?” Tessa grinned.

Astarion laughed. “Aren’t you a clever girl? How long have you known?”

“Just a guess,” she said. Tessa squirmed against fabric holding her wrists.

Gale pushed the door open and stepped inside, almost timidly. His cock stood at attention beneath his robes.

“Oh, oh . . . aren’t you just . . . deliciously hard,” Astarion purred.

Gale swallowed thickly and stepped closer. His eyes flitted from Astarion’s naked form to Tessa strung up against the bars of the cell.

“Eyes on me, Gale,” Astarion demanded.

Gale met Astarion’s eyes and stepped closer.

“You’ve been awfully quiet lately for someone who usually has so many pretty words. Perhaps that mouth of yours can be put to better use anyway.” Astarion circled Gale like a predator hunting its prey.

Gale stumbled until he was standing just in front of Tessa.

“On your knees, darling,” Astarion purred. “Use your mouth and clean my spend from between the pretty lady’s legs.”

Gale carefully got to his knees. He grabbed Tessa’s thighs and leaned close. He stared up at her with those big, brown eyes — pausing to drink in the view.

“Gale,” she whispered his name. Her heart threw itself at her ribcage — threatening to burst out of her chest.

He kept his eyes on hers as the flat of his tongue found the inside of her thigh. He diligently cleaned up her slick and Astarion’s spend before moving to the other side. Tessa whimpered and held tight to the jail bars.

Gale buried his face between her legs, beard tickling her skin as his tongue dipped between her lips and teased her hole. He moaned against her cunt, breath hot and heavy.

Gale squeezed her thighs as his tongue found her clit. He honored her needs in only the way he knew how — sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine.

Astarion approached and slid a hand up the back of Tessa’s neck. She hadn’t noticed before, but at some point, Astarion put his clothes back on. He turned her head and locked eyes with her.

Astarion trailed his fingers lightly up her stomach, across the swell of her breasts. He pinched one nipple, rolled it between his fingers — and then repeated the action with her other breast.

Tessa’s face scrunched up — lost somewhere between pain and overwhelming pleasure. Her legs shook and her walls clenched around nothing. So fucking close. But she needed more. “Gale — I — fuck. Fuck. I can’t — I need you inside me — fuck . . .”

Gale pressed a kiss to her inner thigh and leaned back. Astarion let go of Tessa and grabbed a fistful of Gale’s hair instead. He angled the other man’s face up to look at him.

Astarion invited Tessa into his mind — she closed her eyes and allowed herself to see what Astarion saw.

Gale. Pretty, plump, lips parted so softly. She could hear the pounding of Gale’s heart. His beard was wet from her cunt and Astarion’s spend. The scent of his sweat and desire was almost overwhelming.

A profound urge to see them kiss sent sparks across her skin. Was that coming from her? Or Astarion?

Astarion barked out a sharp laugh and glanced at Tessa. “It would seem your lady has some ideas of her own . . .”

Oh. So. It was her. Oops. It wasn’t the first time she’d considered it.

“Shall we give her what she wants?” Astarion asked.

“I wouldn’t want to waste this opportunity,” Gale sputtered.

Astarion smiled smugly and pulled Gale onto his feet before releasing his grip on Gale’s hair. “I just want to know how much I adore reducing you to a babbling mess.”

Gale whimpered. “I’m just — you’re —”

“Hush, darling,” Astarion purred. “Just answer me this. Do you want me to kiss you?”

Gale’s face turned a deep red. “Yes.”

Tessa closed her eyes, letting herself fall into Astarion’s experience as he crashed his lips into Gale’s.

The two men kissed, slowly at first. Tessa felt Gale’s beard tickle Astarion’s face — reveled in how warm his skin felt against Astarion’s hands as he slid them under his robes.

Then she felt exactly how hard Gale was. Well, Astarion felt it — when he curled his fingers around the other man’s cock.

“Fuck,” Astarion and Tessa whispered in unison.

Gale whimpered and bucked himself into Astarion’s hand. Astarion started to push Gale’s robes off, but Gale stopped him.

“These stay on,” Gale said.

“I understand,” Astarion said. He continued to stroke Gale — view obscured by the fabric.

Astarion nipped gently at Gale’s lips before capturing him in another kiss.

“Do you want to know what Tessa’s cunt feels like after she’s been properly fucked?” Astarion whispered against Gale’s lips.

Gale moaned, eyes squeezing shut. “Y-yes.”

“Say it,” Astarion demanded.

“I w-want to know what she feels like after you’ve fucked her,” Gale whimpered.

“Whose cock do you think she likes better?” Astarion growled.

Gale rolled his hips. “Yours, Astarion.”

Astarion chuckled. “You like that, huh?”

Gale nodded.

Astarion leaned closer, nipped at Gale’s earlobe, and whispered, “Think of me when you’re inside her. Know that I stretched her out. I made her come . . . you can’t even compare.”

Gale snapped his head down to meet Astarion’s eyes. He grabbed Astarion’s wrist and pulled him away from his cock.

“Too far?” Astarion asked. Something resembling concern flashed across his face.

Gale shook his head. “No. It was . . . that was good.”

Tessa’s hands were starting to go numb. “I’m done waiting,” she blurted. Tessa yanked her hands free — ruining her favorite bra — and stumbled toward the two men.

Astarion grabbed Tessa and roughly pulled her between them. He slid a hand between her legs and parted her thighs.

Gale pushed forward and his lips found Tessa’s. They kissed, hungry and desperate for each other. Tessa threw her arms around his neck.

Astarion lifted Tessa’s leg, creating space for Gale.

Gale didn’t hesitate. He pushed his robes out of the way, thrust himself into her aching cunt, and set a punishing pace.

Tessa whimpered and squirmed, held up only by the four hands gripping her tight.

Astarion’s breath ghosted across her neck. “Invite us into your head, darling. I’m going to bite you now.”

She opened her mind to them as Astarion sunk his fangs into her throat. She melted between them. It was all too much.

She tasted her blood on Astarion’s tongue — felt how warm and smooth it felt as he swallowed it down. Then there was how she felt clenched around Gale’s cock.

As if sensing how weak she was, Astarion reached a hand around and stroked her clit. It sent her over the edge. She came hard enough to see stars, moaning into Gale’s mouth and leaning back into Astarion.

Gale’s hips snapped against hers a few more times before he spilled inside her — cock pulsing as her walls quivered around him.

The next thing Tessa knew she was sitting on the floor of the cell, back against the brick wall. Gale knelt beside her. Astarion was nowhere to be seen.

“Did I pass out?” she asked.

“Just for a moment,” Gale said. “Astarion’s seeing if there are guards outside. Which — I imagine there aren’t. Otherwise our, uh . . . rutting . . . would have surely drawn some unwanted attention.” Gale held out her clothes.

Tessa remained on the floor as she pulled her clothes on. She studied his face. “You were unusually quiet. How are you feeling?”

Gale looked away from her for a moment — then met her eyes again. “It was . . . a lot. I’m going to need time to process.”

“But, you’re okay?” Tessa asked.

“Yes. I’m okay. Are you?”

Tessa nodded. “We can talk about it whenever you’re ready.”

Gale pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

Astarion cleared his throat. “If you two are done, I’ll have you know that we can walk right out the front door.”

Gale helped Tessa to her feet. “Astarion, do you need to talk?”

“Don’t get all soft on me. You two keep your feelings amongst yourselves,” Astarion said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I’m fine.”

Tessa nodded and followed Astarion out of the jail. The guards outside the door were tied up and unconscious.

“Did you do this?” Tessa asked.

“No,” Astarion said.

“Then who?” Gale asked.

“I suspect it’s a gift . . .”

“Minsc?” Tessa asked.

“Likely,” Astarion said.

“Oh . . . do you think everyone knows?” Tessa asked.

“We’ll find out soon enough,” Gale said.

There were plenty of comments when they returned to camp. Lewd remarks and the like.

Tessa waved them off, Astarion laughed them off and Gale snuck away to his room.

Tessa found him there, facedown on the pillows and buried under blankets. She crawled into bed next to him. He put his arm around her chest and pulled her close.

“I’m sorry,” Tessa said.

Gale propped himself up, one arm on the other side of Tessa. He studied her face. “Why are you sorry?”

“I’m worried that was all too much for you,” she said.

Gale shook his head. “It wasn’t too much. I’m still . . . processing. Give me more time.” He kissed her. “If you wish to share your feelings on the matter, you are more than welcome to do so.”

Tessa kissed him. “It can wait until you’re ready.”

Gale nodded and flopped back down into the pillows, his arm still thrown over her chest.

It wasn’t long before he was snoring softly. Tessa listened, still unable to fall asleep.

A knock on the door stirred her from her thoughts. “Come in,” she called out quietly.

The door creaked as it opened. It was dark, but Tessa could see Astarion’s distinct figure. He stepped into the room and gently closed the door behind him.

“Looking for a snack?” Tessa asked.

“No,” Astarion said as he approached the bed.

“What is it?” Tessa asked.

“Can I just . . .”

“What?”

Gale turned his head. “Just get in the bed, Astarion,” he mumbled.

“Oh.” Tessa lifted the blanket and shifted slightly closer to Gale to make room for Astarion.

Astarion slipped under the covers and curled close to Tessa. “I don’t want to talk.”

“Good. We’re sleeping.” Gale yawned.

Tessa pressed a kiss to Gale’s forehead, then turned to look at Astarion.

“This is nice,” she whispered.

“Sleeping,” Gale muttered.

“Thank you,” Astarion whispered.

“Goodnight.” Tessa closed her eyes.

The two people she loved most in this world were on either side of her. She felt completely safe as she waited for sleep to claim her.

#bg3 fanfiction #astarion fanfic #gale fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 smut #astarion smut #ao3 #astarion bg3 #astarion fic #bg3 #astarion #af.op #af.op.fic

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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fic rec friday 10

welcome the the tenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. A Rain-Check on Redamancy by @youraveragemushroom

Burnout these days usually came from working long nights at the Garrison. If Lance from five years ago could see himself today—working part-time to rebuild Earth and full-time as an instructor at the very same institution that gave him his crippling anxieties—he would probably shit a brick. Hell, five years ago he hadn’t even known aliens existed (although he always knew deep down that humans weren’t alone in the universe), and now he’s best friends with multiple! One of which had apparently texted him an hour ago.

Forgoing proper texting procedure due to fatigue and general doneness, Lance tapped on the icon to call back.

“Hello?” a familiar deep rasp answered from the other line.

“Hey, mullet,” Lance replied, pushing aside the papers in front of him to lay his head down on the desk. “What’s cooking?”

In which Lance finds himself ignoring how late it is and indulges himself in pining after Keith. Which becomes slightly more difficult when said object of his affections shows up in the middle of the night to rescue him from paperwork, stress, and the melancholy that came from being away from him.

the ‘god i wish you were here’ ‘look behind you’ trope will get to me EVERY single time idc. always makes me all stimmy bc its THE epitome of romance. this whole thing was so so romantic and full of parallels to the first episode to show how deep their relationship has gotten...i love me some romantic parallels fr

2. sweetheart by @jilliancares

“Sorry, babe,” Keith says. He even smiles, no doubt proud of himself.

And Lance knows it’s his fault. He started it, after all, but at least the biting term of endearment made sense when he was the one doing it. Keith had been talking to him like they were some old married couple. The kind who’ve been married too long and don’t love each other anymore and gripe over meaningless shit, only managing to piss each other off even further.

That’s why Lance called him dear. Because it made sense in the situation. It was a calculated insult. A strategic jab.

Keith, on the other hand, is weaponizing the term of endearment without any rhyme or reason, simply to get back at Lance.

Or: Keith and Lance have gotten into the habit of using pet names as condescending insults. They're not really terms of endearment.

ooooooo god endearments going from sarcastic to desperately genuine and the inherent hopelessness in that....whew boy. its def a Concept that u indulge and then you have to clutch ur stomach. i remember reading this as i was getting ready and brushing my teeth and the cliff scene made me gasp out loud and stop just to i could pay Full Complete Attention

3. don’t speak the language by @goldengalaxies

“More importantly” Lance says. “I am currently having a breakdown in this lift because look at him- I am so incredibly gay.”

“Lance!” Hunk buries his face in his hands. “He could speak English you know, your skills of deduction are really not that good.”

Lance ignores his warning in favour of groaning dramatically. “Oh, Dios mio, Hunk, he’s so gorgeous. Look at those muscles. He could probably bench press me.” Lance fanned himself. “Oh my God, fencing is my new favourite sport, fuck swimming.”

(or the one where Lance thirsts after a random guy in the lift who he thinks can’t speak English. lance is very wrong and hunk is very much done with his shit.)

let me tell u about this fuckin FIC. it’s hilarious, but i first read it before i meticulously started storing and bookmarking my fave fics, so when i wanted to reread it i couldnt find it. but i KNEW it was hilarious so i spent fckn hours looking for it, and it took me hours too bc i coulnt figure out which tags to filter. but it was WORTH IT. the entire concept of this fic is hilarious and makes me laugh. amazing work.

4. Whose bright idea was this? by IronScript

When Lance is captured during a mission with the MFE pilots, he wakes up aboard Haggar's ship, though the witch herself isn't there, so he figures why waste an opportunity? Then he finds something that he definitely hadn't expected.

All the while, he has no idea that back at the Garrison, his team and a few select others are watching his every move.

bro the idea that the team is panicked for lance’s safety and they desperately organise a rescue mission for him terrified that hes getting tortured and losing hope but by the time they find him he’s already got one foot out the door and has rescued himself is ENDLESSLY funny to me. like he really said ‘damsel in distress who’ and i love him for that lmao

5. Garfle! Warfle! Snick! by IronScript

How the game show episode actually should have happened.

I'll admit to being a Lance stan, but even people who don't like him seem to agree that he was really fucked over in this episode. So here's my attempt at it. Is it more realistic than what actually happened? I like to think so.

another ironscript fic bc they nail bamf lance. this is how the gameshow WOULD have gone if vld gave a shit about their characters like actually. like yes of course the team is proud of each other and capable of acknowledging mistakes. of course keith knows lance’s worth. of course lance is a badass. of course the team knows wtf theyre doing. love to read this when i get mad about the game show

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#have a lot of fics i Looked for today #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #bamf lance #team as family #klance #pining lance #soft klance #fic rec #fic rec friday #longpost

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phantomcaged · 1 year

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Steve Harrington x Male!Munson!Reader

(can we talk about how adorable this gif is.. the way he sways and he looks so focused <3)

it’s fluffy stuff, but there is like parts containing the scenes of the Russian base part of s3, so wounds, injuries, blood, all that stuff

other warnings: an argument, sort of internalized homophobia?? uh panic attack..

i’m a big fan of angst to fluff …

some of this might not make sense, sorry if it doesn’t, i like writing so i kinda just word vomit

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Steve Harrington didn’t like men. He liked girls. You could ask any semi-popular girl at Hawkins High if they’d hooked up with "King Steve" and you’d get a yes.

That’s where everything went wrong. You liked Steve Harrington. Now, after he’d gotten out of his King Steve persona at school, and started working at Scoops Ahoy, you two became friends since you were working there as well.

You and Robin had grown close before that time — both of you being gay and outcasts, after all. Well, Robin wasn’t that much of an outcast, but she certainly wasn’t popular.

Being the brother of Eddie Munson kind of just came with being an outcast and occasionally bullied. Steve and his friends were no exception, only.. Steve didn’t really bully you. He’d tag along with his friends, but he would never do anything physical to you. Maybe a few comments here and there, but that was it.

That always made you curious, but you never asked him about it. When you first got a job at Scoops, you told Eddie immediately.

"Eddie! I got a job at Scoops Ahoy!" You yelled as you entered the trailer, a happy smile on your face as he exited your shared room and pulled you into a hug.

"That’s great! You workin’ with anyone?" He asked, pulling away and leaning against the wall.

"Yeah, Robin and Steve from school."

He knew Robin, but Steve? Steve Harrington working at Starcourt Mall? "Steve? As in Steve Harrington?"

You nodded, and your brother shook his head, disbelieving. "No way." You laughed. "It’s true! You can come see yourself."

"Maybe." Eddie shrugged.

Now, you were trapped in the underground Russian base with Robin and Steve, except you were the one that was tortured by the Russian guards while the other two stayed only captured.

When you had been thrown into the cell with your coworkers, barely conscious and badly beaten, Steve and Robin frantically tried to get to you from within their restraints.

"Y/N? Y/N, are you okay?" Robin called out, shuffling to you in her restraints, while Steve was immediately filled with anger. "What did you do to him? Did you kill him!?" He yelled at the Russians, but was only met with a mocking laugh.

As they checked over you, you weakly lifted your head, groaning softly which caught your friends’ attention.

"Y/N?" Steve asked with both relief and slight disbelief.

"Y— Yeah..?" You groaned back, your entire body in pain. "Oh my god, are you okay?" Robin fretted.

"I’m— I’m fine.. if you don’t count the fact that my entire body hurts." You muttered with a wince.

When you all had been drugged, and had gotten to the bathroom, you widened your eyes as Robin told Steve that she liked girls.

You knew already, but you weren’t expecting her to tell Steve. He distracted her from her worries, cracking jokes that made all three of you laugh.

The drugs were wearing off, but you still had a bit in your system. Steve’s reaction to Robin coming out made you want to as well, but you used all of your willpower to not do it, knowing that you’d end up exposing your crush as well.

When Eddie had heard the news of the mall fire, he knew you were there, and drove recklessly to the mall, hoping you were okay.

You were sitting in the back of a firetruck when he got there, and your brother ran to you, a hand gently pushing your chin up as he looked over your wounds. He hadn’t even noticed that Steve was sitting beside you.

"Holy shit, Y/N, what happened?" Eddie asked breathlessly, his eyes wide and worried.

You didn’t have the energy to respond, the adrenaline far gone from your body.

"The fire got him worse than any of us." Steve spoke for you, making Eddie finally notice him.

"Harrington, these aren’t burns. What the fuck happened?" Your brother repeated, a protective feeling taking over him as he glared at Steve.

The male sitting beside you didn’t take offense to the glare, though. If he was in Eddie’s shoes, he’d be protective too.

Steve decided to just be blunt, "Russians beat him up."

"Okay, now you’re just lying though your teeth. What. Happened." Eddie demanded, trying his best to keep his anger to a minimum.

You didn’t like where this was going, and spoke up, though your voice was still very quiet.

"Steve’s not lying." You muttered, and Eddie looked back down at you, still hesitant, but he nodded, deciding to leave it alone for now. He’d bring it up later.

"..Fine." Eddie sighed, looking around and seeing the friends you’d mentioned so often all in different fire trucks.

"Can you walk? We need to get you home. Wayne’s going to be worried." Your brother asked, and you shook your head, your entire body still in pain, even when you breathed.

Eddie just nodded, glancing around again. "Okay.. I’ll just carry you to the van, then." He shrugged, more to himself, about to pick you up when Steve spoke.

"Uh.. I can carry him, if you want." Your friend offered, and Eddie hesitated, but the way you were already leaning against Steve made him agree.

Your brother nodded to Steve, who shifted slightly to the side and picked you up, then stood up so that he wasn’t sitting in the fire truck anymore.

Eddie led him to the van, and Steve set you down in one of the seats.

"Thank you, Steve.." You spoke softly, and he nodded, giving you a small smile as he closed the door. After he did, you leaned your head against the window as your brother drove off.

That night was the one where you were sure that you had a crush on the straightest man in the world.

From then, you avoided Steve, which was easier since he had graduated. Though, he dropped Robin off at school every day, and you had shifts together at Family Video.

About a week into school, Robin noticed how you avoided Steve. On a day where only you two were working, you two were sorting tapes when she spoke up.

"Why have you been avoiding Steve?" She asked bluntly, not casting you a glance as she continued to sort.

"..Uh, I haven’t."

"You definitely have. Even he’s noticed, and you know how clueless he is." Your friend sighed, shaking her head.

"Okay, fine, maybe I have." You admitted. "Why? He didn’t do something, did he? Did you do something? Wh—" You cut her off, "Robin."

"Sorry." She knew she was rambling, but you smiled at her, letting her know that it was fine. "Don’t worry. I’m— avoiding him because, uh.. I think I like him." That made Robin stop her movements, fully turning to you.

"Like— you have a crush on him?"

"Yeah, but he wouldn’t spare a glance my way. Maybe if I was a woman." You laughed dryly, and Robin shook her head.

"Y/N, one time him and Dustin were talking about having women ‘and more’ and he quite literally said, ‘I like more.’ I think you’re fine." She laughed at the memory, bringing a smile to your face as well.

"Even then.. we’re friends." You shrugged, and Robin sighed. "You should see how he looks at you. He carried you to Eddie’s van on the night of the mall fire, and let you lean on him." She rambled about every time that was “proof” that he liked you, and you let her, though didn’t quite believe her.

"Thanks, Rob.. but I’m not going to say anything to him about it, just in case." You replied, and she nodded.

"Promise me that you’ll stop avoiding him? He’s been dying to hang out with you again."

"I promise." You agreed, and she seemed satisfied with that answer.

You didn’t uphold that promise. You just couldn’t bring yourself to see Steve. He’d waved to you, tried to talk to you, but each time you’d either just hurry off before he could talk or come up with a lame excuse.

He didn’t give up, though.

The night that Chrissy died, you were with Eddie. You watched the entire thing happen, too shocked to do anything.

Eddie grabbed your hand, and pulled you along with him as he bolted.

"C’mon, let’s fucking go." He muttered as he started the van and drove off, both of you shaken up.

"Where are we going..?" You asked quietly, your hands shaking.

"Where my dealer’s staying. He’s in jail, so.. he won’t mind." Eddie replied, his grip on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white.

You were unsure of the location, but you assumed it would be temporary. "Okay."

When you got there, there were empty and old beer bottles around the place, and Eddie grabbed two, breaking them both, making you flinch each time.

"Sorry, but here." He replied, handing you a sharp edge of the broken bottle. "For defense." He explained, and you nodded, grasping the dull side tightly.

You both were hiding under the tarp, grasping the bottle pieces tightly as you held your breath. You held back a wince as someone started to hit the tarp with something.

Dustin. You heard Dustin’s voice suddenly, and Steve’s name. Steve was here? You tensed even more at that, and shrunk further into yourself. Suddenly, Eddie jumped up, and did something that you couldn’t tell, but something hit the wall.

You stayed hidden under the tarp, unable to bring yourself to see Steve, not even in these circumstances.

By listening, you gathered that Eddie had Steve pinned against the wall, and was holding the bottle shard against his neck.

You stayed still, and eventually you heard collective sighs of relief from the entire room as Eddie let Steve go. Max and Robin were here too.

Steve looked around, rubbing his neck, and he realized you weren’t here.

"Where’s Y/N?" He asked Eddie, both worried and confused.

Eddie hesitated, still staring at his hands, though he spoke up. "Y/N, it’s fine to come out." He spoke, his voice a gentle urge, which you couldn’t deny.

You slowly got out of the boat, standing in front of it, your body trembling with both fear and adrenaline, your eyes darting around the place.

Steve couldn’t help himself, he walked forward quickly and pulled you into a tight hug. You froze, not expecting the hug. After a few moments, Eddie narrowed his eyes at the two of you.

"Harrington, let go of my brother or I will put this shard to your throat again." He spoke coldly, and Steve let you go, giving you a nervous smile.

Robin was smirking to herself.

While you were walking through the Upside Down, Steve had caught up to you.

"Hey." He murmured.

"Hi." You stared at the ground, making sure to avoid vines, and eye contact with Steve.

He was slightly awkward, sighing quietly before he spoke. "So.. would now be an okay time to ask why you’ve been avoiding me?"

"I haven’t been avoiding you." You let out a slight huff, still staring at the ground.

"Right, so that’s why you barely talk to me during our work shifts, you rush off whenever I walk towards you, or you lie about something you have to do whenever I ask you to hang out?" Steve spoke, and guilt ate away at you, knowing you hurt him.

You couldn’t let him in, though. He’d hate you after he found out. "Maybe I just don’t want to be friends." You said harshly, and immediately regretted it, feeling even worse as his steps faltered. You were glad you weren’t looking at his face.

"Fine." He said coldly before walking off, and you didn’t watch him to see who he was walking with now.

Eddie walked up to you after a few minutes. "What’d you say to piss Harrington off?" He chuckled, but the noise died down as he realized how upset you were.

"Did he say something? I’ll get the bottle shard." He offered, and you shook your head.

"No.. I’ve been avoiding him." You said, which only confused your brother more.

"Why?"

You tensed up at that question, but it was sort of obvious that Eddie knew you liked men already. He was your brother, after all.

"I like him." You admitted, your voice significantly lower now, and Eddie’s eyes widened.

"Harrington? Really?" He sighed, and you playfully glared up at him.

"Yes, it’s Steve." You muttered.

Unbeknownst to you, Steve heard the entire thing. You liked him, really? You were sort of right.. he did like women. He liked men, too, though. He just didn’t bring it up. He wasn’t supposed to like men.

When you all got out of the Upside Down and went into Max’s trailer, Steve didn’t waste any time, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you both.

"Steve— what?" You were confused, pulling your hand away from his.

"I heard your conversation with Eddie." He said bluntly, getting straight to the point, looking into your eyes for the first time in what felt like forever.

You were shocked, sudden panic hitting you. He heard? He knew that you liked him? He probably hates you now.

You turned around, opening the bathroom door and quickly getting out.

"No— No, Y/N!" He called your name, sighing as he ran his hands over his face.

Everyone was confused as you ran out of the trailer, and Eddie got protective again. He shot a glare at Steve before following you out of the trailer.

You were sitting on one of the steps, your breathing choppy and tears blurring your vision. Eddie crouched in front of you, grabbing your hands.

"Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?" He asked softly, and when you nodded, he continued speaking.

"I want you to listen to my words, alright? Breathe in." He instructed, smiling gently as you listened to him.

"Okay, now hold for 5 seconds. Then breathe out for another 5." He did that until you could breathe properly, though there were still tears running down your cheeks.

"Alright, good. Now, I want you to tell me five things that you can see."

"Y—You, um.. the stairs.. your hands, a sign, a-and the road.." You said, and your brother nodded.

"Five things you can hear?" He encouraged, still clasping your hands tightly.

"Uh.. your voice, the— the wind, the door.." He let go of your hands at that, furrowing his eyebrows and looking up at the door, his expression hardening as he saw that it was Steve.

"Go back inside, Harrington." Eddie moved you slightly behind him, protective and angry.

Steve ignored Eddie’s remark. "Is he okay?"

"He will be, go inside." As you heard Steve’s voice, you looked over Eddie’s shoulder, and Steve’s heart broke as he saw your glossy eyes and the tears pooling in them, knowing he caused that.

"Just.. let me talk to him, Munson." Steve sighed, and Eddie shook his head, about to respond, when he felt your hand touch his shoulder. He looked back at you, and when you nodded, he hesitantly got up and went back inside.

"If I come back out, and he’s worse than before, I swear, Harrington, count your days." Eddie threatened before walking inside the trailer and shutting the door.

Steve didn’t respond, turning to you and crouching in front of you, grabbing your hands. You tensed up, nervous, turning your head away as a tear slipped down your cheek.

He let go of one of your hands, tilting your face up gently and wiping your tears away.

"Hey, listen to me. I’m not mad about what I heard, okay? I promise." He swore, and you were taken aback.

"You— You’re not? You don’t hate me?"

"I could never. Before you ran out of the bathroom, I was going to say that I like you too, Y/N." He confessed, and your eyes widened.

"You do? But you—"

He cut you off. "No buts. I do like you, no matter what that head of yours says." Steve confirmed, kissing your forehead gently.

When you both went back inside and settled on the couch, Steve was beside you and Eddie was on your other side. You locked eyes with Robin, and she subtly pointed at you then Steve, and you nodded. She smirked before looking back at Nancy.

Eddie leaned closer to you, whispering in your ear.

"Do I need to get the shard for Harrington again?" He offered, in what you hoped was a playful tone.

"No, it’s okay." You whispered back, giving your brother a grateful smile, heat rushing to your face as you felt Steve’s hand slowly reach over to your thigh and take your hand into his.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x male reader #male reader

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laundrybiscuits · 1 year

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(grace coming out of the void tag)

He mixes Eddie a passable gin and tonic, adding a little squeeze of lime and a couple cucumber slices, while Jeff heads back out to the party.

“So, you and Helen…?” Steve asks. He thinks he sounds totally normal. Casual, even.

Eddie laughs, then stops abruptly. “Oh, shit. You’re serious? I’m gay, dude.”

“Oh.”

“I—huh. I really thought you knew.” Eddie looks thoughtful. He’s frowning a little. “Guess this puts a few things into context. Gonna be honest, I’m surprised you missed it. Hell, I’m surprised Robs didn’t spill the beans one way or another. Love her to death, but our girl’s not the greatest with keeping a lid on things.”

Steve feels a wash of heat in his face, and he’s not even really sure why. “I mean…it’s not like I didn’t guess you were, y’know, something. I thought—bisexual, maybe?”

It’s not totally true, but it’s not totally false, either. Steve hadn’t gotten so far as putting any specific words around what he thought Eddie might be or what Eddie might like, he’d just wondered in a formless sort of way.

“Nah,” says Eddie. “I mean, never say never, but. Historically, no.”

Steve lets the word historically roll around in his jaw, in his back teeth. He feels okay about it, he decides. He knows it’s not—Steve had a serious long-term girlfriend less than a month ago. He’s just always been the jealous type, even when he knows it’s not right or fair. He’s working on it.

Steve gets these stories in his head, is the problem. He gets to thinking like everything’s going to work out because it has to; like all the pain and bullshit will all make sense someday and be worth it.

It’s kid stuff, thinking that way. Sometimes things just hurt, and there’s no point to it. Sometimes pain’s just pain, and Steve Harrington is single at Christmas again, dying slow in a one-horse town.

“Hey, this G&T’s pretty good,” says Eddie. He grins all bright and boyish, looking nineteen again for a second. “Thanks, man.” He tips his glass towards Steve in a little salute, then saunters out of the kitchen.

———

Once, Steve had asked his mom: why didn’t you guys ever move out of Hawkins?

I don’t know, Steven, she’d said. Well, your dad’s job was here. We thought it was a nice safe town for you to grow up in. Don’t you like Hawkins?

Steve had shrugged and said sure and that had been the end of it. He does like Hawkins. He likes seeing familiar faces around, though it seems like there’s fewer of those every year. He likes how safe it feels, because he’s made it that way. He’s bled for Hawkins. Feels like that’s some kind of bond he can’t break. Sometimes at night when he can’t sleep, he grabs his old nail bat and goes to stand out in the woods, breathing hard, waiting for something anything anything to come at him.

Nothing ever has, not since 1986. It makes him feel a little crazy to remember that the time when he fought monsters and Russians was only about three years all told. It had felt like forever at the time. He really had thought that that was going to be his life, his real life. Everything else—school, work, girls—had felt like stuff he’d been doing in his downtime between the real stuff: hauling around ungrateful brats and beating the shit out of the forces of evil like something out of Saturday morning cartoons.

But it’s been six years of downtime, and lately he’s been wondering if that’s just how life goes. Vivid and wild at the start, but then the colors fade.

Last year, he’d gone to Christmas at Laura’s parents’ house. It had been a big house that looked almost exactly like the one he’d grown up in, with twinkling white lights outside; inside was a big tree by a crackling fireplace. There’d been an Irish Setter named Dooley who was pretty great. All the ornaments had matched. He’d had two glasses of white wine and went home by nine to have perfectly good sex with Laura and go to sleep at a reasonable hour.

He’d woken up at two in the morning for no reason. He couldn’t grab his bat and go into the woods because Laura had been right there sleeping next to him, so he’d just stared up at the ceiling not thinking about anything as his heart beat faster and faster for a very long time. He’d known then that he had to break up with Laura, even though they’d only been going out for a couple months, but he kept putting it off because it just hadn’t seemed worth it to end things. There hadn’t seemed to be any point.

#fic: grace coming out of the void #this is increasingly unseasonal and idc #something I have discovered about myself is that when I am on a cold damp island I write about morose winter angst #and when I am on a sunny tropical island I write about sassy summer shenanigans #who could have predicted!! wow!! I need to leave this country.#anyway I also wrote the ending to this fic today so it'll be finished for sure at some point.#I think I have...maybe three more scenes until the end? depends how long I spin out Steve's Depression Hour.#just gotta post the scenes so I stop fussing at them

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beautifulblooms · 2 years

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Hi! Can you go an Eddie Munson x Male reader where the reader works at family video with Steve and Robin. Steve and Robin would be talking about their girl problems and one of them would say to the reader “You’re lucky you don’t have girl problems” and then the reader talking about how he has boy problems (referring to his massive crush on Eddie Munson). Then either Eddie Munson literally walks into family video to go see the reader or something (how cliche I’m sorry) and then something happens from there (Sorry this really isn’t a very good end to my idea, if you have a better idea feel free to do it) Thank you!!!

Hawkins' Pretty Boy - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Male!Reader, I'm not a super huge fan of how this one turned out tbh, I might rewrite it in the next couple weeks, tried to stay as close to the request as possible, it kinda ended in a cliffhanger, thats about it

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Tags: @qthetherapist, @rlmt1, @eddieverse, @alexs-playground

“Steve, you're not listening to me, if we both combined it would fix all of our romantic issues.” Robin has spent the last 25 minutes restocking complaining about her girl troubles, I don’t mind it but it gets more annoying when Steve is doing the exact same shit.

“How would that fix our issues? We want two completely different girls!” Stave just about shouted putting a couple movies back where they belong roughly.

“That’s why we need to combine! I know what I want but don’t know how to approach her, and you don’t know what you want but know how to approach girls, understand yet dingus?” Robin leaned up against one wall of the store, Steve following suit and processing everything she said.

“That would fix everything, cause then I’d know what I want and you’d actually make a move!” Robin sighed but laughed at Steve’s almost childish antics.

“Ouch but yes, we’d never have another girl problem!” They both looked rather accomplished in this discovery, only to look back at me checking through the returned movies. “How about you (y/n), any girl troubles?”

“Not exactly girl problems Robin…” Both of them took a second to realize what I said before Robin dropped everything in her hands and ran around the counter to body slam me into a hug.

“I FINALLY HAVE A GAY FRIEND!” I smiled a little while hugging her back, guess now was a better time than any to tell them about it, not like any of us had a problem with it to begin with. “Well then let me rephrase my question, any boy problems?” She looked all too smug while asking me that.

“Not really a problem, but I might have a small crush on a guy, he’s nice and I’ve known him for a while but I’m not sure if he’s…ya know, ya know?” Robin had stepped back to listen to my little gay rant about my crush.

“Well, you know who we're going after, why don’t you tell us who your ‘little crush’ is.” Steve had picked up whatever Robin dropped before and walked over to the counter to set them down.

“Promise you won’t judge me for who I say?” Robin looked almost offended at me asking that, Steve just seemed confused.

“Why would we judge you, c’mon tell us.” Taking a deep breath I figured there wasn’t anything bad that would come from me telling them.

“I uh, I like Eddie…” Steve’s jaw dropped and Robin had a smirk that was all too smug.

“I should’ve known from how often you stutter when he comes in to rent something, speak of the devil,” Robin cut her sentence short and pointed to the door where Eddie was walking in with a few VHS cases in his hands.

“Why are you pointing at me Buckley, I do something wrong?” Shrugging his shoulders he walked closer to the desk where I stood, now turned around to face him, and put the cases down to return them.

“Oh nothing, don’t do anything stupid, were still open ya know.” Robin grabbed the stack of VHSs that she was previously putting back onto the shelf.

“What’s she mean by that?” Eddie looked adorable, puppy dog eyes looking into mine like he just got caught stealing from the cookie jar, god how can I lie to this man.

“Um, we were just talking about some uh random stuff before you came in, what um movies are you returning?” I knew what he had rented last time he was here, it was a bad habit of overly paying attention to what he likes and what he rents.

“Back to the future, Jaws, and Psycho, pretty good but probably would’ve been better watching with someone else.” He almost seemed disappointed that he didn’t have anyone to watch them with.

“The Eddie Munson doesn’t have a girl to watch movies with? Now you’re telling me the impossible.” I tried to play off my excitement that he didn’t have someone to watch with, not in a sadistic way, hopeful that I had a shot.

“Well I wouldn’t really want a girl to watch with anyways, don’t need 2 scream queens right?” His question was overly sarcastic, but it made me even more hopeful he was also into guys.

“Well you’ve always got a friend down here to watch with, that is if you want to watch with someone like me, heh. Is there anything you wanna rent next or just returning these today?” I sounded way too obvious when I hinted at watching movies with him, really hoping he didn’t acknowledge it.

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer, what’s your favorite movie, we can have a date night at my place.” That smile would get me into trouble one of these days, too cute.

“Oh um, Top Gun is one of my favorites, you’d really want a date with me?” I tried to hold back the excitement in my voice, he said he wanted a date night, with me, at his place, this is like a dream.

“Of course I’d love a date with Hawkins’ pretty boy, I’ll go find that movie, put it on my account will ya?” Holy shit holy shiy holy shit, he thought I was a pretty boy.

“I’ll cover it, on the house.” He turned back to me and gave me that adorable smile. He ran to get the movie, this was gonna be fun.

#eddie munson x male reader #eddie x male reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #male reader fanfic #male reader #eddie munson stranger things

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apollo-the-frog · 9 months

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im just gonna make a list of my favorite rwrb quotes

(sorry for any mistakes)

"you decided to put your dick into the heir to the british throne" zahra says, as she is actively pegging the equerry to the heir to the british throne

"HRH PRICE DICKHEAD💩"

to alex from henry

("is alex claremont diaz going to be a father?" news)

to alex

"but we were ever so careful dear"

The turkey /cornbread knows my sins,

Henry

-alex

(I totaly... Privately called that)

-nora abt henry kissing alex

(I have no idea what a maypole is... Are they known for their homosexual tendencies?)-alex

"Who says make love anymore? Are we gonna like... Listen to Lana del Rey while we do it?) -alex

"everytime I see you it takes another year off of my life" -zahra after she sees henry in alexs closet

[ALEX READING ONE LAST STOP]

"it's like there's a rope attached to my chest and its pulling me towards you"

-alex on the dock with henry

"if you want me to leave you'll have to tell me to leave"-alex at the palace after henry ghosted him

(WHEN THEY WRITE THE HISTORY OF MY LIFE I WANT IT TO INCLUDE YOU. And my LOVE FOR YOU!!)

-alex (i think) at the museum at night

"HISTORY, HUH?

BET WE COULD MAKE SOME"

-alex at the museum at night

(and I'm not gonna get any work done until you let these lovesick homosexuals on the phone with one another) -zahra on the phone to shaan after email leaks (the lovesick homosexuals are alex and henry)

"the phrase 'see attached bibliography' is the single sexiest thing youve ever writen to me"-henry (i think) in emails

"Sugar, I cannot express to you how much the press does not give a fuck about who started what," Ellen says. "As your mother, I can appreciate that maybe this isn't your fault, but as the president, all I want is to have the CIA fake your death and ride the dead-kid sympathy into a second term."-ellen claremont, after the cake incident

“You and me and history, remember? We’re just gonna fucking fight. Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. So, I promise you, one day we’ll be able to just be, and fuck everyone else.”-alex, after email leaks

HRH Prince Dickhead @

You are the thistle in the tender

and sensitive arse crack of my life.

Text from Alex:

yo there’s a bond marathon on and did you know your dad was a total babe?

Text from Henry HRH Prince Dickhead:

I BEG YOU TO NOT

A: "You are gonna go be, like, five hundred feet away from me for the rest of the night, or else I am going to do something that I will deeply regret in front of a lot of very important people."

-after alex and henry make out in the red room

"O, fathers of my bloodline! O, ye kings of olde! Take this crown from me, bury me in my ancestral soil. If only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when American boys with chin

dimples are mean to him."-henry in emails writing a story abt them to alex

"Christ, you're as thick as it gets," he says, and he grabs Alex's face in both hands and kisses him.

“I don’t give a damn what Joanne has to say, Remus John Lupin is gay as the day is long, and I won’t hear a word against it.”-(henry i think) in texts

"The next slide is titled: EXPLORING YOUR SEXUALITY: HEALTHY, BUT DOES IT HAVE TO BE WITH THE PRINCE OF ENGLAND?"

-ellen claremont, the powerpoint presentation

"Sometimes you just jump and hope it's not a cliff."(idk who said that but i think henry)

"Wait. Zahra. Oh my God. I just realized. You're... my friend." "No, I'm not." "Zahra, you're my mean friend." "Am not."-alex (idk when)

"I've been gay as a maypole since the day I came out of Mum, Phillip."-henry, with the queen

"Diaz, you insane, hopeless romantic little shit, says the voice of the President of the United States, muffled in the bed. "It had better be forever. Be safe"-ellen claremont, on voicemail

oh shit i forgot the agenst the walls one sorry 😢

if you know the page # or character/time mistakes put in tags :)

#red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #rwrb spoilers #firstprince #fsotus #rwrb quotes #red white and royal blue quotes #ellen claremont for president 2024 #history huh #bet we could make some #taylor zakhar perez #and #nicholas galitzine #have #so #much #chemistry

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silentwalrus1 · 1 year

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You know, i think the weirdest thing about people tagging my art “parental Royed” is that they clearly don’t mean it. it’s never about exploring any actual relationship these two characters have, it’s just a panic-label lest Someone online sees two men standing in the same image and instantly accuses the reblogger of pedophilia (never child soldier endorsement tho. Funny how that works). They’re like “if only I forcibly smush anything I see into the Found Family box then surely nobody can accuse me of homosexuality i mean being seen with the devil i mean UnChristian Thoughts. Surely this will protect me.”

Genuinely, if you see an image of two men interacting in any way and your first thought is “oh shit, I better make sure there’s no GAY PEDOPHILES in here!!!!”, consider who and what ideological position you are serving

#literally it’s never about the characters themselves. Guys cmon i thought we were in fandom #’ parental roy ‘ the man is a war criminal who literally only notices ed’s existence when it impacts his job and ambition.#if you want to explore this as a parental relationship to ed then EXPLORE IT! THERE’S JUICE HERE! ANOTHER DEADBEAT DAD!#AMAZING PARALLELS AND CONTRASTS TO HOHO!#don’t just go oh well if i slap the Parent tag on this freak then that’ll be a magic spell to keep freaks out of my inbox!#bitch the freaks will find your inbox regardless. All they do is look for inboxes just block and move on with your goddamn life #yap yap #fma #also nobody ever fucking remembers Al in the goddamn Parental Roy circus #for the best tbh. He’s off bowling with Sig or whatever while Ed and Roy are frantically struggling trying to escape the Parent Handcuffs

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lurkingshan · 9 months

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Thai QL Favorites Tag Game

Tagged by @telomeke and @chickenstrangers - thank you for inviting me to play! I had to keep reminding myself this is for Thai shows only, because I kept trying to include Japanese bls, my beloveds. But I got it now and I wrote way too much, as I am wont to do. :)))

Favorite Thai QL: I was just talking with @waitmyturtles about the distinction between favorite and best in comparing two major Thai bls–I Told Sunset About You and Bad Buddy. For me, ITSAY is objectively the best Thai bl ever made, in terms of its quality, fidelity to its vision, and execution of its story and themes. But Bad Buddy is my favorite. It is not without its flaws, but it is peak storytelling and it does my absolute favorite thing in any romance–it gets the couple together early in the story and lets me live in their relationship and see how they would navigate the many challenges coming their way while protecting their relationship. I’m not sure any other Thai ql drama will ever top it for me (but please do keep trying, Thailand).

Favorite pairing: *steps on soap box, taps mic* The branded pairing system in Thai ql, while good for marketing and (sometimes) for actor relationships/chemistry and job security, is a hindrance to art and severely limits the storytelling capabilities of Thai dramas. I am not opposed to pairs who choose it working together across multiple projects, but I absolutely hate the real person shipping culture it encourages and the restrictions it places on some actors and productions. I have seen some positive signs of a loosening around these restrictions–like Earth and Mix both being allowed to play intimate scenes with other actors in Moonlight Chicken–but it still prevents actors from having more freedom to try different projects and often results in poor casting choices because everything has to be worked around a set pair instead of a more organic casting process.

Ahem. All of that said, I think if I had to name a pair I like best and am most comfortable with, it would be Off and Gun. They work well together, their shows only get better over time, they don’t do the performative shit where they pretend they might be dating, and they seem to have a strong friendship and comfortable dynamic that insulates them somewhat from the worst of the shipper nonsense. I am very much looking forward to Cooking Crush.

Most underrated actor: Fluke Pusit. If The Warp Effect and A Boss and a Babe didn’t convince GMMTV that this man is ready to headline his own drama, I don’t know what will!

Favorite main character: Teh, I Told Sunset About You and I Promised You the Moon. Yes, both shows, and before you all come yell at me: I SAID WHAT I SAID. As I’ve mentioned before, Teh is a masterpiece of mess. He loves deeply and obsessively, he is passionate and mercurial in the extreme, and he is just as likely to crush you as he is to make your heart soar. In the category of emotional intensity he is unbeatable. He is fascinating to watch, and he is both infuriating and entirely legible, because every thought, feeling, and impulse are right there on his sleeve for you to see. He’s a legendary character crafted by brilliant writers and portrayed by one of the most talented young actors in Thailand, and I love him!

Favorite side character: I am cheating and naming two: our favorite gay uncles Cheep and Dej from My Ride. I know @bengiyo feels me on this one. I love their relationship dynamic where they are constantly (lovingly) nagging at each other, I love the way they care for Mork, I love the delight they take in raising and guiding baby gays, and I even love their bad flashback wigs.

Favorite scene in a QL: Teh and Oh-aew, on the floor, end of episode 3 of ITSAY. You know the one. I will never forget the raw intensity of that scene or the way I literally stopped breathing the first time I saw it. Holy shit. Honorable mention to Bad Buddy rooftop kiss, but I figure almost everyone else is going to talk about that one.

Favorite line in a QL: Ya know, when I think about great lines of dialogue, my mind invariably goes to Japanese and Korean dramas. I think that’s mostly because of my own language limitations and translation issues - Thai to English is tough and we get a lot of awkward subs as a result. But one I will always remember is from Love Sick, when Noh says to Phun: “It’s a terrible feeling, not knowing where the line between us is, isn’t it?”

Because woof, yes Noh it is!

Most anticipated QL (& why): Joining the chorus for Only Friends, because I usually love Jojo’s shows and I am here for a good time. I am also really happy we’re finally getting some Thai historicals, and am very much hoping I Feel You Linger in the Air will be great.

Healthiest relationship in a QL: This is a tough one because these are romance dramas, which means most of the romances are unhealthy by design, because that’s what the plot is about! You mostly see healthy relationships in the sides who are there to impart their wisdom (like Three and Zo in A Boss and a Babe). I will use this excuse to give a shout out to Patts from La Pluie, however, for modeling honest communication through most of the show (which was not reciprocated, which is what made the relationship unhealthy and led to the big conflict). Listen to La Pluie and communicate with your partners, fam!

Most toxic relationship in a QL: I don’t know if it’s the most toxic, but I was just talking to @bengiyo @neuroticbookworm and @wen-kexing-apologist about how much I hate the relationship dynamic that @absolutebl calls “Tom and Jerry.” This is where one person relentlessly chases the other as they vocally resist, often via negging and bullying. This came up in our My Ride discussion about Toy and Boss, and it’s also the dynamic of the main couple in My Engineer, which is why I don’t really like that drama despite Ram and King. I HATE THE TOM AND JERRY DYNAMIC SO MUCH. I don’t think it’s cute, I don’t think it’s funny, and I don’t root for these couples.

Guilty pleasure series: I don’t feel guilty about my pleasures. :)

Most underrated series: Make it Right. I finally watched this recently thanks to @waitmyturtles and @bengiyo and it was so much better than I expected. I have written about both seasons and how much joy I got out of my watch despite the undeniable messiness of the show. This one deserves more respect as a Thai bl legacy show that paved the way for many others.

Tagging @shortpplfedup @ginnymoonbeam @so-much-yet-to-learn @blmpff @troubled-mind @rocketturtle4 @lurkingteapot @nieves-de-sugui @syrena-del-mar @emotionallychargedtowel @slayerkitty @callipigio in case you want to play.

Feel free to ignore if not and definitely don’t feel obligated to write whole ass essays just because I’m a wordy b. :)

#tag game #thai bl #shan shouts into the void

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camaro-and-smokes · 1 year

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Princess

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No warnings except smut Category: M/M Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Original male character Tags: Tattoos, Harringrove, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Oral Sex, Gay Billy Hargrove, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Boys Kissing, Gay Sex, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Billy Hargrove Redemption Words: 1538

Summary: Steve gives Billy a special gift for their 10th anniversary.

Authors note: This is my entry to @harringroveson-bingo 2022, Round 1, C3: Tattoos

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Steve looked at the drawings on the tattoo parlor's wall.

"See anything you like?" the tattooist asked.

"Um...not really."

"I can draw you a piece if you want. You can't get it today though, you have to wait for a few days."

"I'm afraid I don't have the time. I have to get it today or not at all."

"Ok. My clients aren't usually in that much of a hurry. So, what is so urgent that you want it done right now?"

"It's a gift to someone. For an anniversary."

"Tattoo on your skin as a gift to someone else? Are you sure you want to do that? These babies are permanent and in most cases outlast the relationship."

"Well, I want it to be small and in a place that no one else can see but me and them. And I don't want a name. Something cute."

The artist nodded. "Alright. So, what might the place be? Because there are some limitations on those areas."

Steve pointed to his hip.

"On the hip or closer to your bellybutton?"

Steve blushed.

The tattooist understood Steve's unintentional hint. "So, closer to there? Son, that's a delicate area. I can do a piece there, but only if you can take it."

Steve pursed his lips. "Can I try it first? How it feels?"

The tattooist sighed. "It's either I do it or I don't. If you can't take it you'll have a speck of a tattoo in your skin forever in any case. But you have to either take it or leave it."

Steve nodded. "Ok. So, uh, I want it to be hidden unless I...you know...take off all my clothes."

"Can do. So, what picture do you want me to do?"

Steve told him.

The tattooist thought for a while. Then he went to the backroom and came soon back with a folder. "I have this one picture I drew for a client a while ago. They decided not to have the tattoo in the end, so it's available and no one else has it." After browsing through the folder, he found what he was looking for and handed Steve the picture. "It's simple and I can make it small. Would that work?"

Steve smiled. "It's perfect."

-oOo-

“Hey, I’m home!” Steve shouted after he closed the door to his and Billy’s house. It was small, but it was all theirs, had been for the last five years. And today was their tenth anniversary.

“Yeah,” came a tired groan from the bedroom.

After a while Steve sat on the bed next to Billy and leaned over him to kiss his neck. “Hey, firecracker, time to wake up. It’s already afternoon.”

“It’s Saturday,” Billy mumbled after a while.

“Yeah, but not just any Saturday.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t remember what day it is today.”

“You woke me up literally a minute ago. Give me some slack.”

Steve laughed and curled around Billy as a big spoon, pulling Billy against him and hugging him. “Happy anniversary babe.”

“Oh, right,” Billy said. “Shit.” He kissed Steve’s palm, and turned around smiling. “Happy anniversary. What was it...ten?”

Steve grinned and set his forehead against Billy’s. “You remember something at least.”

“How could I not?” he said. Then his smile faltered a little. He didn’t want to think about how it all started, not really. After he woke up in the sterile white of a hospital, hurting all over all the fucking time. But Steve had been there since the faithful day, by his side, hoping that he would wake up even though the doctors hadn’t really given him much hope. He’d been there when no one else than he and Max had even really cared if he lived or died. And when Steve had come to stay with him after work, day after day, eventually they’d started to talk about deeper things, happy and sad things, regrets and all, and Steve being there became really important to him too. That Steve really cared what happened to him, cared that he’d get better and heal when he didn't matter to the rest of the world. “I remember the day vividly. You suddenly deciding...”

“It wasn’t ‘suddenly’. I’d spend almost three months by your side and thought it was time to get it over with because I knew you wanted it too. Even when you hadn't said it with..."

Billy put his finger on Steve's mouth to silence him. "As I was saying, you sitting on the bed, telling me to scoot over, and leaning in to kiss me. Even though I was a pathetic mess.”

“You weren’t pathetic or a mess,” Steve said softly, pushing a strand of hair behind Billy’s ear. “You were healing. And you were beautiful. Just like you are now.”

Billy smiled and kissed Steve, and Steve returned it the way he always did. Pulling Billy closer and kissing him breathless. The kisses heated up quickly, and soon they were all small bites of lips and tongues lapping against each other.

Steve pushed Billy on his back and underneath him, and because Billy always slept naked, he had easy access to his whole body. He trailed small kisses down from Billy’s neck to his chest. He gently kissed each and every scar on Billy’s body as he moved lower, making Billy let out deep sighs each time for the area around the scars remained more sensitive than the rest of his skin.

Steve kissed his way down the trail of tiny blond curls on Billy’s abdomen, meeting his erect cock. “I have a gift for you,” he said, brushing his cheek against it as he kissed his way lower on Billy’s groin and to the very base of the hard-on.

“Is it this?" Billy asked and moaned when Steve took his balls into his hand and kissed his way up towards the tip on the front of Billy's cock.

“Nope," Steve said, raising his gaze up to meet Billy’s. After licking the salty pre-cum away from the tip he continued: “Well, I guess this could be a prelude to it’s unwrapping.”

“Mhmm,” Billy groaned as Steve took his cock into his mouth, pushing his tongue against the front of it as he took it deeper. “Please unwrap this first.”

Steve kneaded Billy's balls in his hand while he lazily moved his mouth back and forth on his cock.

After a while Billy started to take deeper breaths and put his hands on Steve's head to control his pace. When he got closer to his orgasm, he started to gently fuck Steve's mouth in addition, and moaned loudly when he came. He took deep breaths as he kept Steve’s head in place and thrust in his mouth until he was fully spent.

When Billy let go, Steve looked up at him and swallowed his cum, wiping the corners of his mouth with a finger and licking it to savor it all.

“So, what’s the gift?” Billy asked when Steve laid next to him.

“Guess.”

Billy got up to lean on his elbow and looked at Steve. “Where is it?”

Steve grinned. “Somewhere only you can see it.”

“Oh,” Billy said and a mischievous smile painted his face. “Back or front?”

“Find out,” Steve said and opened his belt buckle.

Billy kissed Steve hungrily, getting aroused again by tasting himself on his mouth, and didn’t spend too much time to wander down to Steve’s groin. When Steve winced, Billy froze.

“What did I do?” he asked concerned.

“Uh, I didn’t expect it to be that, um, sensitive.”

Billy let out a breath. “What have you done, naughty boy?” he said slowly with a smirk.

Steve smiled. “Go ahead, unwrap it,” he urged.

Billy pulled Steve’s slacks off of him, throwing them on the floor.

“Be gentle, it’s fresh,” Steve said.

Billy pulled carefully Steve’s boxers down a little, first just on the right side. When he didn’t see anything there, he pulled them off, and moved Steve’s cock to see what was hidden on the other side of it. His jaw dropped open. “Oh princess...” he whispered, “it’s pretty.” He moved his hand gently over the plastic wrapping that protected a small tattoo of a tiara. “You got it for me?”

“Yeah, just for you to see.”

Billy had to swallow to control the lump that suddenly swell in his throat. “Babe, this is the best gift anyone has ever given me.”

"There's just one but," Steve said. "I think we need to keep it to blowjobs on my part for a while. It’s too sensitive for anything else. And the tattooist told me to keep it very clean for a few weeks before it heals properly.”

“I don’t mind. I already love to just look at it. And seeing it while giving you a head...” Billy said licking his lips, “I'm sure I won’t ever get tired of it.”

"Maybe you want to get one on this side too?" Steve asked. "For me to look at while..."

"Don't get greedy, princess," Billy interrupted Steve, "you already got one."

Steve grinned. "Well, ok, 'Bad Boy' written on right above your buttocks is kinda nice to look at..."

#Harringrove #harringroveson bingo #Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #harringrove fanfiction #billy hargrove redemption #billy x steve #steve x billy #harringroveson bingo 2022 oneshots #suometar writes #Lemons #Smut #Tattoos #stranger things fanfiction

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wibble-wobbegong · 1 year

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The end of the year is near! Give a shoutout to your favorite blogs and tag them to spread positivity before the year ends! (from: a secret anon)

FUCK YEAH!!!!

okay my favorite theory/analysis blogs

@aemiron-main - actually i hate him. im lying. all he does is cause me unimaginable pain and suffering. no but genuinely a genius theorist and has eyes like a hawk!! he does a fantastic job at thoroughly combing the show and finding the littlest details that don’t make sense in order to build a bigger picture and i eat it up every time! love him even though i think he’s goading me to kill myself whenever he reblogs one of my posts and the tags start with “wibble what if i told you”

@bugsbenefit - my absolute favorite blog to read about narrative analysis from!!! they do an amazing job explaining oddities from a narrative position as well as identifying ways certain theories are either supported by or don’t work with the way the narrative needs to flow in S5. she’s also super skilled at keeping my attention throughout a post with the way she writes

@bylerschmyler - love this guy because they’re not afraid to point out the flaws of something and create counter arguments but they also aren’t doing that stuff to discredit a theory but rather challenge its strength!! like they won’t press on if the original theory can go against the counter points they make. PLUS they create incredible theories of their own!!! the mike is the 4th victim stuff is really good

@finalgirlbyers - idc if they consider themself an analysis blog or not because I do. they regularly have fantastic takes and explain things in a quick and easy to understand way. she genuinely has a great grasp on the show but she’s also very open minded which is always so nice to see!! like if you’re looking for short, sweet, banger posts that hit the nail on the head i am pointing at their blog

@heroesbyler - ok. stav is the only person whose analysis i have legitimately cried over. the approach she takes to covering the very serious and dark topics of stranger things is something i really appreciate because she doesn’t curve the pure horror of some of the stuff going on. if you really wanna feel just how horrific the gay horror show is i’d recommend reading some of stav’s analysis because she NAILS it and does not mask just how fucked up it can get.

@laozuspo - james always has some incredibly niche but great insight to the show!! theory wise, i’m always amazed by how intricate his research for a theory will get so when you read his posts it’s just evidence on top of evidence and it’s always really engaging and VERY interesting. radiationgate had me hooked for days because there was just SO much to explore regarding that topic and there were so many little details that just make so much sense!!!

@mlchaelwheeler - MY SISTER IN MICHAEL DEFENSE!!! one of the original mike defenders and someone who i trust to accurately talk about mike’s character, which is saying a lot because i’m Me. ALSO she kick started so many great conversations!! iirc, she was the one who made the original theory about henry having been the one who kidnapped will, not the demogorgon way back in like. June. she’s been on it longer than any of us

favorite authors :)

@andiwriteordie - ok SO i have to tell you guys that this shit??? my life hasn’t been the same since i first read this. i know it’s an older one but it’s in my top three fics of all time i legitimately adore it!! pure jet fuel for that last week before V2 dropped and honestly part of me still really wants that final scene to happen in S5 ngl. like it kills me every time i read it but it’s just so GOOD

@astrobei - oh suni, how i her love writing. always a GREAT time when you’re reading an astrobei fic, and i think my favorite is still this one!! it’s just got such a fun vibe and the characterization is immaculate and the plot is really intriguing! it’s one of those fics where you can’t stop reading even though it’s like half the length of an entire novel. sometimes sleep is worth the sacrifice and this fic is one of them

@blueeandyellowmakesgreen - top ten reasons to kill myself; this ficlet. jade i absolutely love you but this??? fuck you for making me go through that not once but TWICE. i felt that shit in my SOUL and it HURT. it hurt SO BAD. writing so good it makes you immobile for 6.5 hours because you can’t stop replaying the image in your head 🖕🖕 (<3)

@/byeler - ok not actually @-ing this person because we’ve never interacted and i’m not about to make a fool of myself by being a little fanboy loser BUT. absolutely incredible writing. reading this had me so fucking sucked in dude, like i was reading and reading and i couldn’t believe time had passed at all. pure romance can be hard for me to steam roll through sometimes but i genuinely forgot that I was a Person while reading that

@elekinetic - ummmmmm hello??? script writer of all time? you’re not just reading it, you’re not just watching it, you’re being transported inside the show with the way she writes. every single character is on point and she maintains the atmosphere of the show itself BEAUTIFULLY!!! my favorite script thus far is probably the one where eddie gets shot, though it doesn’t seem like it’s up anymore. the ending has me gasping out loud because i saw it happening in real time in front of my eyes

@smoosnoom - MOON!!!! OHHHHH MY GOD i can’t even recommend one specific thing because every fic is just soooooo giggles twirls my hair. i am the number one smoosnoom fanboy. i fucking eat that shit up!!! like, whenever it’s time to read a smoosnoom fic I don’t just open the fic i KNOW i’m not moving till i’m done so i get some snacks and get really comfy and then i dive in and don’t move till i’m finished. every fic absolutely slays i cannot recommend every single fic enough

favorite editors!!!

@strangersynth - do i really have to say anything?? it’s time. like no shit he’s one of the best editors around and i think everyone knows that at this point. THE editor!! absolutely obsessed with every video. i really like the way she takes clips that aren’t really character clips but just stuff you wouldn’t even really think of or remember to build the tone of the video and it always comes together so well!!! like it’s the small details that he nails and that make the videos so incredibly delicious

@/thatgaymood - ok they just made a lot of funny edits + they’re really good at adjusting audio/visuals to make the character say and do shit that definitely didn’t happen but it’s really really well done so it’s just. I don’t know how to explain it. i was gonna find one of the more popular audios but i was scrolling their blog and found this and it made me kick my feet a little cause like. idk watch it and you’ll understand

favorite artists

@blueeandyellowmakesgreen - and she’s back! art that is so scrumptious and delicious and like. It’s like spaghetti kinda ! anyway here’s my favorite piece from jade and i will never shut up about it ever because everything about it is just sooooooo chomping biting chewing slurping devouring

@bujomoss - Hsbebbdbva bc d bujomoss is fucking!!!!! i love the way they draw mike like i love it so bad it’s not even funny. everything they make is so so good and my current favorite is this piece they did but it changes like twice a day bc bujo never does anything that isn’t one of the best things I’ve ever seen with my own two eyeballs

@gmaybe666 - BARKING BITING OH MY GOD. ok just so everybody is aware i am the biggest gmaybe fan around. legitimately i am such a fan i could gush about every single piece they do for days on end. it’s just SO good and it’s an art style i cannot get enough of. i have to scroll through their art regularly or i’ll start combusting it’s like air to me!! if i could link every drawing i simply Would but for now go give this piece some love please please please

@new-ronantics - OHHHHH MY DEAREST EEVIE!!! <33 art that is just so pleasing to look at. like it’s like biting into the most satisfying meal you’ve ever had!! amazing texture but not in the art way like if i bit into it i think it would have the texture of something i cannot even imagine but i know it would be the greatest of all time. incredibly bitable art i wish it were real food so bad. top ten bitable images

@nnilkyway - BITES HIM. ummmm ok so im definitely totally 100% normal about his art! yeah no it’s not like i turn into a wild rabid beast whenever a new nnilkyway piece is finished no definitely not bc i’m just So Normal about it. this means a normal amount to me because i am So-

@/taeiris go to her fucking blog. not elaborating. fucking do it before I Find You.

and the non-st blog boys 💪

@ed89 - edward my funny silly guy 👊😼 it’s been a minute but he’s hilarious and his time in the st fandom will never be forgotten. also if he sees this hi ed guess who hit his first bong two days ago :)

@ronaldreaganoffical - me and ronald reagan have a bromance i don’t expect any of you to understand. they’re from way before i even joined the st fandom when i was hardly even a blog, so actually they’re one of my most treasured mutuals even though we’re no longer in the same fandoms. love you bro <3

#this got very long my bad #these guys don’t know i have huge giant love asks written out and they’re just waiting to be sent at random times #one day im gonna come in and smack all of you with paragraphs explaining why i love you so bad #asks

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multifandomwhore-003 · 2 years

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Enemies to lovers with JJ Maybank: Insults edition

Oh to be that blunt

Listen y'all, because I don't think I'm ever gonna release the fic, here are some "clever" insults and nicknames to use for your JJ Maybank fics, use them wisely, and please tag me to read what y'all do with them because I'm sure you guys would come up with really good shit, also if you do use them please just like or reblog this.

Anyway, here they are:

Dollar Tree's sad attempt of Brad Pitt

Oh my god, did you finally learn how to pole dance so I can call you stripper-tripper?

Failed launch of the limited edition stoner Ken that not even Barbie could love

How many JJ's does it take to screw a light bulb? Hmm, I don't know, but it only takes one to screw the whole island

Hophead is the only head you'll ever be good at

I see that your future won't be the only thing wasted

You know you actually have to be a good person to be spiderman? The inability to live without Mary Jane isn't the only thing that's required (he was gonna be dressed up as Spiderman in my fic so)

Leonardo Drinkaprio

Paul Wanker

Why are you working here anyways? Don't you charge for delivering STDs? Oh, wow, just when I thought I couldn't underestimate you more

You know, I always figured I'd see a rat on one of these boats eventually, but I never thought I'd see one who tried so hard to be a poorly made Chris Evans' Walmart version

Bitch please, I've seen the way you look at Pope, you're so gay for him you make Liberace look like he eats coochie for breakfast, lunch, and dinner (I ship JJPope so)

Besides raging closeted bisexual, impulsive, and horny himbo? What else did you put on your resumeé? Or did you just lie about having brain cells to make the cut?

I’d slap you, but that would be animal abuse

Brains aren’t everything. In your case they’re nothing

You’ll never be the man your mother is, at least she had the balls to leave your dad

The only good thing that could come out of your mouth is your tongue into everyone's ass

I don't have the time or the crayons to explain this to you

If I throw a stick, will you leave?

If I wanted a bitch, I’d have bought a dog

Shit happens, I mean… look at your face

I’d bet it took you a whole week to come up with that one

I thought this was a wit war, but I see you've come unarmed

Don’t be ashamed of who you are. That’s your father’s job

Do you smell that? I- I think is the stink of your mediocrity

If you want to be a smartass, you have to be smart. Otherwise, you’re just an ass

Anyways, hope you guys like them, love y'all

#jj x reader #jj fanfiction #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank obx #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x you #obx jj smut #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank angst

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veryace-ficrecs · 1 year

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Steve and Robin Besties Fic Recs

stobin platonic besties supremacy ☆*: .｡.╰(*°▽°*)╯.｡.:*☆

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

i'm feeling (like i never should) by fivecenturiesverse - Rated T

Eddie accidentally comes out to Robin and Steve without even thinking about it, he doesn't get the reaction he expected.

And apparently because he’s a fucking idiot he says, “I thought being gay was going to be the worst part of my life and then bam fucking aliens.”

Robin sits up so fast she almost bangs her head on Steve’s chin, who is still straddling her lap and like, what wouldn’t Eddie give to be Robin right now and shit now his brain is catching up with his mouth and why did he say that and why won’t Robin and Steve stop staring at him like that, oh shit. “You’re gay too?” says Robin and that sort of wipes Eddie’s brain clean and white and static.

Robin and Steve's Epic Platonic Soulmate Mixtape by findafight - Rated T

In late January, 1984, Robin saw Steve Harrington stand stock still in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at a house with twinkling Christmas lights. She thought it was weird, but wasn’t going to comment and was about to walk around him when she realized his hands were shaking and repeatedly clenching and unclenching. And, because Robin could never leave well enough alone, she placed a hand on his shoulder.

Or, Robin and Steve meet post season 1 and begin their friendship early, despite Robin's confusion at how exactly it happened.

(You Gotta) Cut Loose by sandypeaches - Rated G

Steve & Robin make use of their free Friday evening, watch "Footloose" & figure some stuff out.

The Love Meister by agentM40 - Rated G

Murray has some confrontations about the nature of Steve and Robin's relationship.

We've got each other by Kurahie - No Rating

Steve helping Robin through her first major post-Starcourt breakdown. They love each other in literally the most platonic way.

With a Capital P by FallingUpTheStairz - Rated G

Steve's love language is physical touch and Robin learns to work with that.

Matching Bruises by jadeluvr - Rated G

Eddie gave one last tug, and pushed them both through the gate. A rush of air filled his lungs, but Robin was still gasping for air, leaving red marks from her nails on her throat as her face was turning purple. There was faint dots of red staining the bottom of her shirt, and Eddie felt immediate concern, but Robin was holding out her hand again, pointing at Steve who was struggling on the ground of the Upside Down.

OR: in a world where soulmates feel each other’s pain, robin and steve are platonic soulmates.

alone together by Sarcastic_Metaphor - Rated M

There’s only one person in Hawkins that Steve feels safe enough going to when his family is giving him hell. There’s only one person in the world that makes Robin feel safe enough to be herself. Neither of them are quite alright, but they’d do absolutely anything for each other.

(A character study fic on Steve and Robin’s friendship + my own HC’s on their codependency bc neither of these bitches should be even remotely emotionally sound. There’s also a good helping of solo Steve angst for dessert)

smoking guns (hot to the touch) by fivecenturiesverse - Rated T

Sure, they've saved the world, but the best part of that really is that it doesn't end there and in a town where everyone thinks he murdered a girl, he's at least got Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley. It's really not his fault he accidentally starts living at Steve's house, he was invited, after all. There's a mystery too, about Barbara Holland and Steve's pool.

“Your boner is digging into me,” says Robin, and Steve snorts a tired sort of laugh.

“I don’t have a —”

“You do, I can feel it. Gross.”

“Okay, but it’s only a little one,” he says in a small voice which sounds like he’s impersonating someone.

“Are you ever going to let that go? I peed a little bit when the Russians got the torture devices out, okay?” She sounds amused, though.

Eddie jolts. “Russian torture devices?”

Robin carries on like she didn’t hear him but Steve catches his eye and he’s grinning. “How do you even have a boner dude? You were definitely having a nightmare I know your twitching means a nightmare… Did you have a boner over Vecna?”

#veryace recs #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #fanfic recs #steve harrington and robin buckley #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates

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vampyrsutton · 1 year

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LevXYaku~Fingerfucking

Summary:

Yaku comes back from Russia to surprise his boyfriend at a game and spend time together after.

Ao3 Tags:

Fingerfucking, Kinktober, Kinktober 2022, Hand & Finger Kink, Anal Fingering, Mentions of homophobia, Oral Sex, Banter

Yaku watches from the stands as Kenma nods to Lev who runs for the net in a blur of limbs and smacks the ball to the side with a crack of one of his ridiculously big hands. He barely has to get any air to already tower over the opposing team, but between his jump and Kenma’s skills, the other team has no hope of blocking the titan. The rest of their opponents must have figured that out already as they’re already scrambling for the chance ball, but it’s no use. Lev had the entire off-season to actually learn control and it shows in how the ball is already slamming into an empty corner before the blockers even reach the ground.

Yaku’s chest swells with pride to see how much his kohai has improved since his time of completely whiffing spikes last year as he cheers his approval with the rest of the crowd. He can hardly wait to run down and celebrate with him as the teams line up and he runs down to the main floor.

“LEV!” Yaku yells as he jumps on his Slenderman of a boyfriend when he ducks into the hallway.

“Yaku-san!” Lev beams down at the shorter boy dangling from his shoulders as he wraps his arms around him in return. “You made it!”

“Just in time for that last set. Kuroo helped me bully my way to the front row. That last set was perfect if a little close to the net.” Yaku grins, kissing his grinning dork. He was working on making his criticisms more constructive.

“Yeah, Kenma and I are still getting used to reading each other now that I can actually do the basics.” Lev laughs, heading to the locker room with Yaku still in his arms. “We’re definitely getting better though.”

“It’s understandable. He spent last year learning to work around you whiffing and now you can focus on more than the ball. That was great, Lion.” Yaku hums, sliding off the bean pole to let him go into the locker room.

“Thanks, chipmunk.” Lev smiles, opening the door. “I’ll be out in like 20 minutes.”

Yaku is already taking out his phone to distract himself. “Don’t tease Kuroo and Kenma too hard. I want you alive to celebrate later.” He snickers, taking a seat by the door.

It’s not even a full 20 minutes before Yaku is being hoisted to his feet and dragged after Lev as the giant ducks to avoid a shoe aimed at his head and he hears Kenma cussing behind them. It does nothing to cover Kuroo’s hyena laugh but is enough to tell Yaku they’re running.

“It wasn’t even 20 minutes, dummy.” Yaku sighs as they make it out of the building. “You’re lucky there are new first-years to clean the gym.”

“They shouldn’t be making out in the shower then.” Lev laughs, fixing his bag on his shoulder as they start for the train to head to Yaku’s hotel room. “How’s Russia going?”

“I see why your parents left. It’s cold as shit and my teammates keep trying to set me up with girls because I can’t tell them I’m taken because Russia is homophobic as hell.” Yaku huffs, leaning against Lev as they sit in a mostly empty car. “I know Japan still sucks too, but I forgot with how gay the majority of our friends are.”

Lev frowns, pulling him closer. “Alisa has never been subtle so we were pretty lucky our parents were accepting and moved us-Oh! Wait, actually!” He pulls out his phone and starts typing furiously.

Yaku looks at him curiously until the phone is turned to him and he sees a conversation with Alisa.

“She said you guys can take some selfies while you’re here to get your teammates off your back. This way it’s still a Haiba without the danger?” Lev explains.

Yaku blinks, shaking his head fondly. “Only you. Sure, why the fuck not? Should I change your name on my phone too then so we don’t have to be so sneaky then?”

“Sure, do Lioness instead so you don’t accidentally send my sister a dick pic though.” Lev chuckles, laughing harder when Yaku’s face turns red and he pushes him lightly.

“Dumbass,” Yaku grumbles, taking his phone out and making the change, taking a moment to remember the word before typing in L’vitsa 🐱❤ (львица). “Gotta practice my Russian just to date my boyfriend. Russia needs to grow up.”

“Agreed.” Lev hums in annoyance as the train sounds their stop and they get off the train. By the time they’re back above ground, however, Lev is back to his usual hyper self as he fills Yaku in on the rest of the game. “So Shibayama-san saved it and Kenma-san sent it up for Yamamoto to spike it like BAM! and then-”

Yaku listens absently as they make it to the hotel and he starts looking for his reservation on his phone. They split off briefly for Yaku to get checked in, but reconvene in the elevator for Lev to continue his recap. He’s trying to listen, truly he is, but after his flight and the energy of getting through the airport and to the game in time, he found himself spacing out. It has been a while since he’s seen his boyfriend, and it might be the jetlag talking, but he swears the giant’s gotten more handsome somehow. Has he grown more? It’s hard to tell sometimes with Lev’s freakishly long everything, but Yaku finds himself watching how those limbs flail throughout the retelling and wondering if his hands have always been that big as he recounts the winning spike.

“Wasn’t it amazing, Yaku-san?” Lev grins as the elevator dings their floor and they step out.

“Yeah, you are.” Yaku yawns absently, checking the number on the key card again.

Lev looks at him strangely before finally taking in just how exhausted the older boy looks and smiling softly. “Come on, Yaku-san.” He hums, taking the other’s suitcase from him. “That was an intense game. How about we bathe and take a nap?”

Yaku blinks at him in momentary confusion before the taller boy’s words process. He’s about to decline or tease him for being tired, but he had his own game the other night, and the chaos of getting here really was catching up with him. He really is glad he has a week off before training starts back up and he plans to spend the bulk of it curled up with his skyscraper anyway so eventually sighs and nods. “Yeah…yeah, that sounds good.”

With the two now in agreement, they go to find Yaku’s room and get their stuff sorted. In all actuality, this is just dumping their bags, locating their toiletries, and starting the bath before figuring out how to fit Lev’s Slenderman limbs in the Japanese-sized tub, but that’s as sorted as things are getting tonight. Eventually, they figure it out and Yaku situates himself in front of the other, leaning his back against Lev’s chest.

“Why do tubs have to be so small?” Lev pouts, leaning forward to rest his chin on Yaku’s head and wrap his arms around him.

“Japan isn’t known for their height, babe.” Yaku chuckles, snuggling further into the enveloping warmth. “Not everyone can be descended from the spaghetti monster.”

“Did you really fly fourteen hours just to pick on me?” The half-Russian pouts, smiling when it gets his hands kissed as expected.

“Mhm, always. Someone has to make sure that head doesn’t get any bigger.” The libero snickers before acting offended when this earns him a bubble hat.

“I promise you, Kenma-san keeps me in line plenty.” Lev laughs, forming the bubbles into a fun shape.

“Obviously not if you’re putting bubbles on me. At least wash my hair while you’re up there.” Yaku huffs as he passes back his travel products, leaning back again when he soon feels long fingers running through his hair. “Thank you.”

“Gladly, you never let me baby you!” Lev knows the grin is obvious in his voice.

There’s some grumbling about not needing to be babied, but otherwise, they fall into a comfortable mostly-silence of Lev humming happily while Yaku appreciates the long fingers massaging along his scalp. He couldn’t help the appreciative hum when Lev barely has to adjust him to get the shower hose and the fingers return to wash the shampoo from his hair. He swears one of those hands can cover his entire scalp, but then Lev starts on conditioner and Yaku is too relaxed to pay further attention.

Soon enough, one of those giant hands is covering his eyes and half his face as Lev starts washing out the conditioner, long fingers running through once again to make sure it's all out.

Lev hums a little, pleased with his work and the relaxed look on Yaku’s face. It’s not long though before he finds himself once again unable to sit still and starts arranging the older boy’s still wet hair into weird styles that eventually earn him an exasperated sigh.

“Oi.” Yaku mock huffs, more amused than anything. “Wasn’t the point of washing it to not have it at weird angles?”

“Aww, but you look so cute, Yaku-san,” Lev chuckles as Yaku turns around in his lap to roll his eyes at him.

“Oh, I’m gonna look absolutely adorable when my hair dries looking like a real ‘demon-senpai’.” Yaku huffs, reaching for the shampoo. Hand me that. I’ll get yours now.”

Lev just snickers at the little gremlin as he hands him the shampoo. “I think Kuroo-san would have a heart attack. Thank you, Yaku-san.”

“Don't tempt me. Scare that owl speechless, too.” Yaku snickers, standing up carefully and turning so he’s facing the spiker to reach his silver locks. “Tch, why are you all so pretty? You’re only half-Russian. This isn’t fair.” He mutters as he runs his much smaller fingers through the somehow still perfect hair.

Lev manages a chuckle, but, for the most part, his voice is stuck in his throat as the current position puts his face level with Yaku’s tummy and crotch, and hmm, yeah, definitely gay. Is that a new freckle?

“Oi, Lev. You listening?” A small hand covers his eyes now to rinse his hair.

Lev blinks, shaking his head to clear it. “Hm? Uh, no, sorry, Yaku-san. I was, uh, distracted…” He admits shyly.

“What could you possibly- Oh…” Yaku’s face quickly turns the color of the Nekoma jersey discarded on the floor as he realizes the position they’re in. He immediately tries to sit down but is stopped by big hands wrapping around his waist and holy shit were his fingers touching? It certainly seemed like it, but maybe that was just Yaku’s horny brain. Did he have a thing for hands? No, surely not, it’s just been a while, damn long-distance shit and all.

Lev spreads his fingers as though having the same thought process and Yaku realizes just how much of his back they cover and is suddenly struck with the memory of just how deep they reach.

A surprised moan rips from Yaku as the fact that he’s hard is made apparent to him when a warm, wet stripe is licked up the side. He looks down into green, cat-like eyes and knows he’s done relaxing from the look in them.

“Did you finally realize the position you’re in, Yaku-san?” Lev hums dangerously.

“Shut up, it’s just been a while.” Yaku huffs, now trying to squirm free. “Not like getting over her is a weekend trip.”

“True. Shouldn’t we try to make the most of the time we do have then?” There’s mischief in those green eyes.

Yaku stares at him in a mix of embarrassment and mock annoyance before groaning petulantly. “Well, I’m not going to say no!”

“I didn’t think you would.” Lev chuckles, pulling Yaku closer. “Have lube in your toiletries bag by chance?”

I haven’t seen you in months. Of course, there is dummy. Side pOAh-cket-Shit!” Yaku groans, sarcasm cut short as Lev takes him in his mouth and sucks. He whines as Lev licks along the vein, one long arm leaving him to feel around on the floor outside the tub and find the red bag.

Has the zipper always been that loud?

“Condom?” Lev asks real quick before resuming his task.

“For today at least, yeah.” Yaku nods, fingers gripping silver strands as he groans. “Fuck, Lev.”

“That’s the plan.” Comes the snickered response, even as he gets a playful smack on the shoulder.

“Will you ever-shit-” The libero hisses as a lubed finger starts opening him up. “-stop making that corny joke?”

“Mmm, probably not.” Lev snickers with a cheeky grin. “You’re cute when exaperbated.”

“Exap- do you mean exasperated?” Yaku sighs, half in fond exasperation and half to hide how his breath hitches when that long finger slides even deeper.

“Yeah, that.” The spiker laughs before his mouth returns to its previous task.

“DOrk-shit.” Yaku moans mid-taunt as he’s once again swallowed whole. “Almost forgot how good that big mouth of yours is when it's not running.” He quips.

The look in those green eyes tells him he’s about to remember and he throws his head back as Lev hallows out his cheeks and drags his tongue along the vein. He almost doesn’t notice the second finger that joins the first with the way Lev tongues at his slit before swallowing him whole again.

What did catch him by surprise, however, was that the long fingers that had previously been holding his hips still, had stuck their way up to toy with his nipple and make him cry out. “Fuck, Lev, shit your fingers!” Yaku whines, having trouble not thrusting into Lev’s mouth. “Tryna make sure to ruin me aren’t you, Lion?”

There’s a territorial gleam in Lev’s eyes and Yaku’s knees shake as the spiker does some trick with his tongue and slips a third finger in and fuck he’s full. Those fingers are long enough to near constantly torture his prostate, and for all the shit Yaku gives him, the giant knows exactly how to use them to take the libero apart embarrassingly fast.

“Nghnn~ Lev, wait! Slow down. Shit, I’m gonna cum before you even get it in if you don’t slow down.” Yaku rambles, gently tugging silver strands as he tries to hold back.

“Mmm~” Lev groans, pulling away with a pop before smirking up at the small libero. “We have all week, Yaku-san~” He teases, fingers not once stopping. “Maybe I want to play a bit first, hm? And it’s been so long, I’m sure you need to get used to me again? I have gotten taller after all, what’s to say I haven’t grown there, too, hmm?” Lev practically purrs, hooking his fingers to massage the smaller’s prostate.

Yaku groans at the thought, mind reeling and dick twitching at the mere thought. “Fuck~” He moans, breath hitching, and legs shaking as the spiker starts torturing him. He knows it's not possible, but it feels like those fingers could reach into his stomach and somehow ruin him even more than they already have, and shit, there’s a thought. A twist to his nipple brings him dangerously close and he almost whimpers as much if Lev hadn’t twisted and spread his fingers in such a way that makes him cry out and his knees buckle.

“Mnmm~ Lev!” Yaku cries, the hand previously playing with his nipples returning to his waist being the only thing keeping him standing. He’s not even sure if he actually came or just got overwhelmed until he pries open his eyes and sees Lev licking whatever cum his tongue can reach off his face. His dick twitches at the sight and he groans in sensitivity.

“Shit, damn skyscraper, I wanted you inside!” Yaku pouts down at the half-Russian.

Lev just smiles up at him. “Hmm, but Yaku-san, you looked so pretty cumming on my fingers. Your legs shaking, lashes fluttering, hole milking my fingers.” One of his cat-like smirks and a brush of Yaku’s prostate drags a whine from the shorter. “I almost want to see if I can make you do it again?”

Yaku almost wants to protest, but the kisses tracing along his stomach are making it rather difficult to find a reason. A possessive bite to his hip makes him moan and he curses as he makes up his mind. “Dammit, Lev~ Fine! But don’t pout at me if I pass out from exhaustion before you get to cum.” The libero warns.

“Can I use your thighs if you do?” Lev knows Yaku’s weak to his puppy eyes when they’re like this.

He’s right, and Yaku huffs about it a bit, but ultimately relents. “You better clean me up after.”

“Good thing we’re already in the bath then.” Lev grins, turning Yaku around to put his hands on the wall so he has better access. “So much for relaAhh~!”

~~~

“Insufferable. An absolute menace.” Yaku grumps as they’re laying in bed later, the libero resting his head on the spiker’s chest.

“Yup!” Lev grins without an ounce of regret.

“You and those fucking Slenderman fingers.”

“You could have said no~”

“And miss out on said Slenderman fingers? How many times did Kenma set the ball at your head?” Yaku glares petulantly.

Lev rolls his eyes at the libero’s dramatics, leaning forward to kiss his head. “A few times, but just say you liked it like a normal person, Yaku-san.”

“Never.” Yaku huffs even as he hums happily at the affection. “Your head is big enough.”

“Rude!”

“Yup.” Yaku smirks, squirming so he can sit up enough to kiss the giant himself. “But I love that big head of yours.” He smiles now.

Lev can’t help the dopey smile he gives in return. “Love you, too, Yaku-san.”

They exchange more kisses and quips, but it doesn’t take much longer for the day’s events to catch up with them, and for the two to fall asleep, curled up in each other’s arms.

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