#g. gay. gay boys. in my home.
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we talk a lot about how sasuke and naruto are so crazy about each other but there’s never enough attention on how the rest of the naruto cast Also thinks they are two fucking lunatics. like we are not alone on this. you have jiraiya telling naruto he needs to not go and chase a mf who tried to snatch his heart out his ribcage and naruto is like no i’d rather be a fucking moron for the rest of my life honestly. you have naruto leaving a mission and saying sory i cannot stay i need to go home and wait for sasuke and the fucking platypus looks at him ???? like he even had me confused where are you goin g to wait? ? why are you saying that like sasuke is coming back the fuck did i miss??? you have the kage summit arc which is just a whole bucket of ice being dropped onto you because you come in and immediately get slapped in the face by naruto letting himself be beat up because he won’t tell them where sasuke is??? like he has any fucking idea where sasuke is. and sai tries to make him come to his senses like naruto??? naruto WHAT ARE U DOING. it’s so bad they need an intervention. right after that naruto faces the raikage and gets on his knees saying i know my almost boyfriend almost killed your brother but i promise it wasn’t on purpose he was just being silly please don’t put a bounty on his head a war will literally ensue. and like. there’s LAYERS to this. 1. even RAIKAGE is like BOY what are you doing. STAND UP. 2. at this point you can count the people who like sasuke on the fingers of one hand like WHO is gonna start a war over him… naruto out there moving a war against a whole country by himself over his bf ok you go girl i guess. after this it gets even worse like gaara has to go up to him and be like SASUKE DOWSNT CARE ABOUT YOU. HE DOES NOT WANT YOU. and naruto just slaps his hand away in front of his family like rude?????? ignoring anything it is hilariouuusssss and then sai is like sorry. sakura lied to you they are actually off to kill sasuke and naruto gets a panic attack so severe he passes out. like i am not joking it was so bad his friends tried to kill sasuke behind his back. and then naruto escapes bedriddenment (is that a word?) after passing out from his panic attack to run and make sure NOBODY kills sasuke. like he’s on a RUSH leaping those trees he’s a boy on a mission. then after he gets there he’s like kakashi DO NOT TOUCH HIM. they launch themselves at each other bla bla gay monologues did you see what was in my heart and then. and then naruto is like. wait sasuke. and sasuke waits like sorry that’s such a little thing but it’s so funny to me like sasuke was just acting a lil murderous crazy manic wtv but naruto told him to wait and he waits. ok good boyfriend. anyways moving on naruto is like do you get it sasuke. if we fight again we will BOTH DIE! (everybody gets a ?????? bubble) i am the only one who can shoulder all that hatred. i will CARRY THE BURDEN OF YOUR HATRED AND WE WILL DIE TOGETHER! and . absolutely Everybody in that room just goes ???????????? what the FUCK is he TALKING ABKHT. everybody except sasuke. sasuke smirks and he’s like sure. they just talked about dying together and meeting each other in a different life where they’ll be free of their burdens and they’re just Fine and all ok smiling at each other and everyone is so fucking confused. like the entire supporting cast is with us side eyeing sasuke and naruto and thinking what in the everloving FUCK is WRONG WITH YOU????????
#it’s 4 am again#and i am thinking about sasunaru again#soo talks#sasunaru#narusasu#sns#naruto#naruto shippuden#naruto shitpost#rant#naruto uzumaki#sasuke uchiha#pro sns
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The fact that Roy canonically goes to gay bars and hangs out with drag queens is criminally under-utilised in fanon.
Where are my stories about the boys trying to support Colin by going to a gay bar and then being gobsmacked when Roy knows everybody there? Where are the stories where Roy gets caught at G-A-Y by the paparazzi and outed, only for him to insist that he’s straight to the team, who think he’s trying to save face and keep making grandiose gestures to prove their support to an increasingly infuriated Roy. Where are the stories about Roy and Keeley going to a gay bar together (with the yoga milfs) and running into one of Keeley’s ex-girlfriends?
What about Jamie thinking he’s doing super subtle bisexual signalling (cuffed jeans, layers, iced coffee, etc) only for Roy to clock him immediately and start trying to signal his support to Jamie à la Trent’s gay mug, only for it to backfire as Jamie assumes Roy is trying to come out.
Where’s my Roy who’s known he’s queer all his life getting invited to a gay club by his yoga friends for the first time and panicking, (because he’s never acknowledged this part of himself and how can they see it?), only to go to the bar and have it feel like he’s coming home. Where’s my Roy who’s absolutely certain he’s straight (after all, he’s being going to gay bars for years and he would know by now if he wasn’t) having a fucking heart attack as he falls for Jamie and has to reconceptualize his identity at 40. Where are the comedies about Keeley and Roy knowing the same person, but Roy only knows the drag queen and Keeley only knows the man out of drag and so they don’t realise they have the same friend?
What about a post-finale story where Roy, Keeley, and Jamie all show up at the same gay bar without planning it and have a series of bewildering conversations as they try to figure out if they’ve followed each other there (Keeley is like “how many times can I tell these boys I won’t pick between them?”) or if the other person is gay (you obviously can’t just ask).
These are all off the top of my head, so I am sure there are more. But please, please, somebody write this. We can’t let Roy get away with mentioning this once and then never talking about it again.
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𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥.
𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑
Brothers bestfriend!Chris + needy!Nate’s lil sister
Prompt: Chris caught you playing with yourself while moaning his name your dreams coming true he helps you
Part 02
Contains: rough/hard fingering, pet names, use of y/n ( not much ) lowk porn based dirty talking, degrading, pet names a bit, very submissive reader, HARD orgasm ( like shaking ),foreshadowing, sweet!chris at the end.
end of part 1
"come on sweetheart cum for me, you have another one in you yeah? He grunted lowly in my ear kissing me sloppily as a string of Saliva parts from our lips each time we kiss moaning into each others mouths.
“Oh fuck Chris I-“ I curl my toes and yell loudly as I’m about to release on the toy before I look up and see Chris. Was. Watching me.
“Were you playing with yourself?” Chris leans on the doorway of my room his eyes darting to between ny legs as I was thrusting the toy in and out of me and I quickly covered up my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“Uhm…maybe. Sorry I-I’ll be down in a second-“
Maybe I can help. Chris says closing the door to my room approaching my bed"
I watch as chris approached my bed seeing my expression quickly shift to one of confusion.
You don't think I heard you moaning my name? He chuckles hovering above me slightly making my pussy throb at the closeness of him.
Come on sweetheart, you need me to touch you hm? I know ur already close. Chris whispers in my ear pressing a small kiss below it his fingers pressed on my stomach making my breath hitch as they crawled lower.
I let out a soft moan when his middle finger grazed over my bud allowing them to push my folds apart.
so wet, want my fingers inside ur pussy? He whispered dangerously low in my ear.
Yes- fuck Chris please- I practically beg like a helplessly puppy and he smirks thrusting two of his long slender flingers inside me and I jolt shuddering at the new feeling my legs closing in.
Nu uh baby keep those legs spread for me you wanted this right? His words immediately shoot towards my cunt squeezing his fingers whimpering as he was moving them at an ungodly pace.
Fuck fuck oh fuck yess- I throw my head back on the pillow moaning his name as my chest heaves up and down, the sounds of my wetness and his fingers thrusting in and out of me were almost euphoric and I couldn’t get enough of it.
You’re such a dirty girl y/n, imagine if ur brother walked in right now, his little sister getting her pretty pussy fingered by one of bestfriends. The boy chuckled darkly shaking his head not letting up on his relentless pace.
And he was so right, which made me only want him more, Nate would kill us both if he saw us especially since he’d probably be home any moment now, Chris had to hurry.
Oh shitt feels so fucking good Chris- I moan trying to look at him as he’s watching me carefully studying his body takes his fingers, imaging if that was his cock instead.
Sound so fucking pretty with my fingers inside you princess. Chris groaned feeling himself harden watching my arousal drip onto the mattress.
Fuck I’m gonna cumm- my toes curl as my legs begin to shake from the way his fingers moved inside and how they curved into my g-spot.
aww already? He chuckled seeing how easily he could make me cum with just his fingers.
Chris fuckk! I screamed as my legs shook leaving me to squirt hard all over his fingers and leaving a massive wet stain on the sheets.
Oh my god- I pant as he removed his fingers sticking them into his mouth humming at the taste.
fuck you taste good. He grins and I blush a bit and he sits up from my bed grabbing a pair of panties and some shorts for me.
Oh- thanks. I say softly pushing my hair back and he smiles.
no worries go change and I’ll clean ur sheets for you. He sends me a wink as I walk into the bathroom with flushed cheeks sliding on my panties and shorts before picking up my phone seeing texts from Nick and Matt
the gay one🏳️🌈
DID YALL FUCK?!
y’all fucking
Ewwwww nasties
chris’s wife 🦖
NO WE DIDNT ( pretty close tho ) 😛
the gay one🏳️🌈
y/n that was a joke..being blocked now !!
I roll my eyes and set my phone down and walk back out to my room seeing my sheets already changed and Chris wasn’t there so he must’ve been downstairs already, and so was Nate..
I walked downstairs and gave him a hug
Was she good Chris? Nate chuckles and I roll my eyes oh I was definitely good
she was alright. Chris gives me a teasing smile and slap his arm because he’d blow our cover.
cool I’m gonna go take a shower y/n I ordered us wingstop so be ready. He says messing up my hair and walking upstairs towards his room.
Soooo. I say trying to break the awkwardness since Nate left ignoring how Chris was knuckles deep inside me only 10 minutes ago.
He raises an eyebrow leaning over to me.
Don’t think that was a one time thing. He whispers in my ear pressing a small kiss smirking walking towards the door as Matt was honking outside.
Fuck I’m in for it now
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Finally finished the first part of gai’s 8 gates coma and how kakashi dealt with it rewrite people have been requesting. [tw blood, injury, coma, death discussions, grief]
Kurenai: Kakashi Kks: Ah. Kurenai and...baby, what’s up? Kurenai: You mind if I come in a moment? Kks: Uhhhhh I-
Kks: So what did you need to speak about? Did something happen? K: No, Nothing’s happened. You haven’t gotten to properly see and bond with her yet. Here Kks: You know I’m not fond of kids. K: That’s why I didn’t ask. Hold your arms out. Ok, now, don’t look absolutely petrified.
Kks: She’s ok, I guess [YELP] Oi! Don’t pinch me while I’m holding your baby! K: You wouldn’t drop her. Asuma would haunt you forever! Kks: Terrifying thought, Mirai.... How are you feeling? K: Exhausted. Do you really want to hear how horrifying having a baby is? Kks: No, please don’t tell me.
K: I came over to check on you as well. Any news? Kks: No. He’s still the same. K: Is that why it looks like this in here? Kks: ...Yeah. Doctor said he may never wake up. Since we’re eachother’s medical contacts, Tsunade told me I had to prepare to make hard decisions should it come to that.
Kks: With the council breathing down my neck over a job I don’t want, I had... A bit of an outburst. K: I don’t even blame you. That’s... That they expect you to carry on like normal. Still grieving. The person you love most is gone. But you’re still here. Don’t let them just dust you off and move on again. I’ll always have your back. Kks: You and Asuma always did. Even when I wasn’t grateful for it.
Kks: I can’t tell if they just don’t care or didn’t realize, Gai’s the one who held me together all these years. Only reason I’m still here at all is because of him. I don’t think tenzou, the elders, or the village are prepared for what’ll become of me if I lose him. So, I don’t care anymore. Let them be mad. I won’t give up on him. K: You should talk to him. Kks: huh K: Talk about anything! I’m sure the sound of your voice will help him find his way back. Especially if you sound sad, Kks: uuh
K: I can hear it now, “My eternal rival is sad? Not on my watch!“ Kks: Pretty accurate impression. K: There’s been lots of source material! Kks: Maaa, Your mom’s a huge dork K: Oi! [kakashi chuckles]
K: He’ll be so upset he missed her birth Kks: Oh, devastated. I can’t wait to see the look on Gai’s face, Mirai, when I tell him /I/ held you first! When he wakes up
Kks: Hey, Gai. Kurenai said i should talk to you.
Kks: Feels weird. Most of the people I’m used to talking to like this are all... Dead.
It’s so eerie how silent you’ve been for so long. you’re not even this quiet when you sleep. Your kids come everyday to see you. Naruto and sakura when they can. Lots of others. I’ve been telling them embarrassing stories from when we were kids since you keep making them wait. Do you remember when I came over while you and Dai were making supper
Dai: Kakashi! Good to see you, my boy! Kks: Id Gai home? Dai: He’s helping with supper! Go on, inside, you’re always welcome! Kks: Ok Dai: Atta boy Kks: Hey, G- !? ummm? Gai: OH!! Rival!! Kks: Is that a lid?! Gai: Correct!! It stops me from crying while cutting onions! A win for me!!
Kks: Against.... the onions? Gai: Yep! KKs:[snicker] Gai: Laugh all you want! Not everyone can comprehend innovation. Kks: Whatever. You forgot this at the training grounds. I know it’s yours there’s a turtle on it. Gai: See! You’re already tearing up! Kks: Am not Gai: Also, thankyou so much! Kks: Bye, I’m leaving. Gai: Could it be? You’re scared I can cut much faster than you! Kks: I am not scared. Gai: Good, I think we have another lid! Kks: YOU-!
Dai: Great to see growing boys with such a hunger! I’ll never have to prep onions again! Kks: I think about that everytime I chop onions now. You’ve altered my brain with all the ridiculous things you’ve done. Can’t even look at the toys you’ve gotten the dogs without getting emotional
Kks: Just knowing you’re here still, I can barely function. It’s pretty pathetic... Your hair’s getting long. Turning into your dad.
[gai’s heartbeat] Kks: Gai
[gais heartbeat continues]
[gai’s heartbeat continues] Kks: If anything should happen to me, you’ll rush over, right? Gai: Damn right, I will. Dont you worry about that.
[Gai’s heartbeat]
Kks: I miss you
#kakagai#gaikaka#Kakashi Hatake#Maito Gai#might guy#naruto#my art#//coma#//blood#//death mention#Kurenai Yuhi#mirai sarutobi#naruto spoilers#i guess
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DAY 🎃TWENTY THREE🎃 PHONE SEX - GOJO
Warning
Smut, nsfw, male reader gay, toys, phone sex, reader sucks a toy
"Grip it tightly but don't hurt yourself... Long slow strokes" gojos voice heavy through the speakerphone as (name) followed his instructions, gripping his own cock and slowly pumping it "a-ah...hn!" (Name) didn't bother holding any noises in, alone in the expensive home Gojo provided for the two, the satin sheets cool under his hot flesh "good boy... Rub your thumb across the tip, put pressure"
This is how it was when Gojo was gone, prolonged missions and no sex made both equally annoyed "how are you feeling? Tell me your color~" Gojo asked with a rumble and (name)a hips lifted "g-green..."
"Good... Grab the lube" Gojo instructs stroking his own cock and the sound of shuffling and a cap opening made him grin "three fingers, you're probably still loose... Fuck your cute little boy pussy with your fingers but if you cum, I don't fuck you when I get home"
"I-I won't .." (name) promises and gojo grins "good, can't wait to have your pretty little throat choking on my cock, barely breathing and desperate for cum" Gojo said as (name) pushed in his fingers, moving slowly with little moans "move faster, I can tell your not fucking yourself the way I would~" he sang out and (name) moved faster, jolting when his fingers hit his prostate "ahn!"
"Oh? Did my little bunny find his prostate?" Gojo cooed "hit it again" he instructed and (name) did just that, rubbing and pressing his prostate aggressively as Gojo praised through the mike.
"Sa-satoru...." (name) whined as he tried to pretend it was gojo fingering him "you're doing so good... Why don't you make me happy and grab our special toy from the box"
There was a reason Gojo called (name) bunny, he had the personality of one...and the sex drive.
It's why they fucked every morning and night when time allowed, (name) usually riding his cock before hobbling to the bathroom with Gojo snickering.
It was a gift for when Gojo was gone, a copy of his penis, it glowed in the dark as well and (name) /loved it/, once taking Gojo and the toy at the same time.
"Don't put it in yet baby... You gotta prep it remember?'
(Name)s eyes were blown out as he set the dildo beside the phone "kiss the tip bunny" (name) being the good boy he was, gave it an open mouth kiss and gojo chuckled at the sound "good boy, lick up the vein, you know what to do" and (name) did, licking up the cock and circling the tip they way he knew that drove Gojo insane.
"Now take it in"
The sound of (name) sucking cock was loud and obscene, Gojo stroking his cock aggressively at the sounds, closing his eyes to imagine (name) sucking his cock, face flushed and hips swaying as he did so.
(Name) deep throated the toy, gagging slightly as he did so and eyes growing teary but he has to make his husband cum and god be wanted to cum so badly---
He was a good boy though.
"I'm close baby are you?"
"Mmh!"
"Then why don't you make me cum then hop on yeah?"
(Name)s sucking became aggressive as he tried to make Gojo cum.
"Fuck baby- take it!"
God (name) wished he could swallow his husband's cum...
"Now hop on angel"
But first he needed to ride this toy like his life depended on it.
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AITA for calling my husband baby doll in public?
Nsfw tw
I (29M) am married to my husband (30M). He's a sweetheart, and I love him so so so much. He's absolutely perfect.
I'm the kind of guy who uses a ton of pet names, especially with him. I'll call him darling, sweetheart, babe, pretty boy, stuff like that. I'll also call him baby doll, but for different reasons.
Basically, I only call him that in bed, and I've noticed that whenever I say it outside of that context, it gets a reaction out of him. I've accidentally installed a sleeper agent activation phrase in my husband, and it is inherently funny. But recently I've started saying it when we're out in public, usually right before we go home. It's become a bit of a code word for "I want to have sex with you when we get back." Nobody knows this but us, and to someone that isn't married to him, the fact that it turns him on wouldn't be noticeable. He'll chew his lip a little and maybe blush, stiffen up, but that's about it.
Recently we were at a party with a mutual friend G (34M) and I was sitting on the couch talking to him when my husband came in the room with his coat, clearly ready to go and hide under a blanket back home the way his introvert ass loves. I looked him up and down and said "you ready to go, baby doll? Maybe give me a few more minutes, you can head on to the car if you want." And tossed him the keys. He thanked me and said goodbye to G and left.
G shook his head after my husband left and said "ew... you call him that in public?" And for a second I was terrified he noticed our mild kink play, but when I asked "what do you mean?" He said "it's so emasculating, can't you just call him babe or something?" I shrugged and said he likes it, to which G said, "yeah, I'm sure he ran out the door because he loved you calling him that so much," which is funny because he literally did, but it still upset me. I said my goodbyes and went to the car where my husband was. We went home and had a very nice night.
The more I think about it though, the grosser it is. I feel like I'm engaging strangers in our kink, which doesn't feel good. And maybe the pet name is emasculating.
And before you accuse G of being homophobic, he's also gay. Just... snapbacks and wifebeaters muscle gay. Nobody would be able to clock him in a million years. He shotguns beer at every party even when it is not the vibe.
AITA for calling him this in public when I know it turns him on? I figure if I accidentally pavlov'd him, I might as well use it.
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YOU USED TO LIVE A BLONDED LIFE₊˚⊹ ᰔ(๑ᵕ⌓ᵕ̤)>c[_]
in which it’s almost valentines and all wonbin can think about is the girl on his bus rides home.
wonbin x fem!reader
cussing, awkward, kinda bad ngl, reader is poc ermmm enjoy :3
“I’m lonely, I need a man before Valentine or I’ll go fucking insane” you speak coming up behind your friend Luna who practically jumped out of her seat phone flying in the air “Goodness! Someone needs to go put a bell on you” you look down at her with a menacing stare getting out of your 🕴️pose and going to the other side to grab your chair, stepping over her phone.
“I feel like you’ve already gone insane,” she picks up her phone thanking God it’s not broken “Cute hair by the way” she points out your now dark brown hair up put in a ponytail and a white headband with a fluffy blue star clip attached to it, you smile softly touching your hair “hopefully that cute boy on the bus thinks the same, he’s always staring at me I think he wants at me” you let out a giggle and jump up and down on your chair “oh my GOSH he’s so fine how~”
“shut up I’m sure he’s going to like it your pretty and look straight out of one of those old quirky Japanese fashion magazines, also you don’t have the worst personality” she states finishing her coffee “Oh? whatever fuck you let’s go” you kick her under the table and watch her face curl up in pain laughing out loud.
You guys shuffle out of the cafe with grumpy faces seeing all Valentine’s decorations and giddy men and women with gifts for the significant others, “disgusting” you sneer “Be happy” you glare at her “Shut the fuck up and be mad with me fuck valentines!” you slightly shout her eyes darting around not understanding how you have no shame(in Korea), you were a strange complex person but she loved you for it, deciding to ignore the glares.
Not even on the bus yet eyes immediately start darting trying to find the boy excited dressed just for him even though in the back of your mind you knew you were never going to go up to him ever, especially remembering your first interaction.
To make a long story short he was at the bus station at 1 am doing God knows what (waiting for the bus) and since there was barely anyone there you and Luna thought it was the best time to do a silly little TikTok you sprouting with energy cause Luna just gave you tons of it.
The song was slowed down so there you were dancing your heart out (slowly) to Ma Boy by sistar19 to get the perfect video and everything would’ve been fine if you didn’t heard the stifled laugh that the boy was holding.
Your face contoured with fear and Luna's deadpan while tapping your shoulder to run. And ever since then you’d see the boy every day, which would be concerning any other man but this was a breathtaking man who looked at you like he wanted to go down on you any moment.
Luna says it’s not that bad because the video ended up being great the sped up video making people laugh and you guys got viral the next day but you think that was hands down the most embarrassing moment of your life.
“I think you guys would look good together” your friend states while you guys eagerly waiting for the bus “What do you mean? How?!” you get giddy slapping her arm “idk it give cute black cat bf and weird orange cat gf” “okay can you hop off always trying to insult me” “that’s what I do best” “oh you're a fucker” “ow! Stop pinching me gay fuck” “You’re g-”
“the doors open” a quiet voice that belonged to no other than your future(not really) pretty black cat boyfriend >:3
you both barely look back and beeline into the bus.
“haha,” you awkwardly laugh a little too late at the boy who looked at you a little silly, both of your eyebrows raised strangely at each other “Oh my gosh” Luna muttered.
You turned around all of a sudden you would like to leave right about now.
The bus ride was quite awkward you and your friend standing and chatting sometimes losing yourselves in the convos and laughing a bit too loud immediately going to check if he looked at you a certain way.
You guys shared cute glances here and there you could feel the way he looked at your outfit or the way he scanned your side profile also not failing to catch the soft grin plastered on his face.
When the time came around for you to get off your bus stop you frowned, yeah you guys never talked before and you weren’t planning on it, but his presence was enough you could gladly sit awkwardly next to him as he looked at you with those cute boba eyes, gladly giving him the same look back.
You gave him one last look and a soft tight lip smile before walking away with your friend off the bus, but what you didn’t catch was that he followed you guys off.
“excuse me- excuse me”
You guys turn stiff and you snap back to see him slightly smile and wave “Can I um speak to you, please, not to be weird or anything”
You look at Luna with a smile a little too bright and she nods smiling back and glaring at Wonbin before walking off.
you look back at the boy's direction and you walk up to meet each other properly…
“You changed your hair,” he states blankly your eyes go a bit wide, and chuckle a bit “Yeah I was tired of the blonde, but I’m nervous this might be too plain though it does look a lot better I might add some color or maybe like a couple of blo- sorry I blabbering” he giggles a little too hard eyes turning into crescents and cheeks burning red “sorry that was a weird statement, not your fault, haha but um I’m Wonbin…” he scammed your features and your reactions finding them all so cute how expressive and real you are it’s like he could see you take note of his name in your head.
“Wonbin.. pretty I like it! I’m y/n” his face burned more and he couldn’t help but let out a nervously high giggle “Also pretty I think you're pretty too and I wanted to introduce myself properly and take you on a date or two before you know, Valentine's” gulp.
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MWMD - Be My Love
Steve Harrington X Virgin!Eddie Munson
Summary: It's NYE, and the cat comes hurtling out of the bag. Eddie and Steve finally do something about their feelings.
Word Count: 6.8K
Chapter: 6 of 6 CHAPTER LIST
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Content Warnings: Explicit m/m sexual content including… Virgin Eddie Munson, Dry Humping, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Minor Crossdressing (ahem, EDDIE WEARS A G-STRING), Oh no they’re both tops?! what will they do!!?!, Top Steve Harrington, Power Bottom Eddie Munson, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Nipple Clamps, Under-Negotiated Kink, Unsafe Sex, Creampie. Underage Drinking and Recreational Drug Use
Tags: Eddie Munson lives, 5 + 1 Things, slow burn, POV Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Caretaking, Massages, Sharing a Bed, House Party, Play Flighting, Bros Being Bros (JK it’s very homoerotic), Halloween, Boys in Makeup, Independence Day, New Years Eve, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending
A/N: thank you to everyone who liked and reblogged over the last few days! this story is so much fun and it was a blast to write. if you were to choose between an angsty rock star eddie fic next, or a fantasy vampire eddie fic next, which would it be? feel free to send in an anonymous ask if you have an opinion or input <3
Many Ways, Many Days, to Say ‘I Love You’
December 31st, 1986
“Holy shit,” Steve shouts beyond the blasting music in the middle of the makeshift dancefloor. Another holiday, another party. Eddie has attended more parties since meeting Steve than he’s ever even seen in his entire life. This one is at some graduated basketball player’s home, and Eddie has been clinging to Steve’s side for the majority of night so he doesn’t end up alone. It seems like a very unsafe place to find himself without his escort. Steve shakes his glass that’s filled with pink liquid in front of Eddie’s face. “This is so good. You should try one of these. It’s so good.”
Eddie sways to the beat of the (terrible) music. He’s tipsy enough that he’d stopped complaining about it half an hour ago, but not drunk enough that it wasn’t on the forefront of his mind. He pretends not to know exactly what song it is (You Make My Dreams Come True by Hall & Oates), even though he knows it word for word. It’s not his fault that the radio station sometimes plays shitty music. Over and over. Until he has to convince himself it is, indeed, shitty.
Eddie eyes the liquid in Steve’s glass. “What even is that?”
Steve squints an eye. “I think it’s strawberry – no, raspberry. And… peach?” He smiles that crooked smile at Eddie. “And a whole lot of liquor.”
The image that Eddie has cloaked himself in over the years tells him that he can’t sip on a fruity cocktail in a public place filled with his peers. But a little voice in his head tells him, You don’t care what other people think about you anyway. And if it’s good enough for the King of Hawkins High… So he looks at Steve and says, “Lead me to the refreshments, your majesty.”
Butterflies erupt in his stomach when Steve bends in half at the waist and holds an outstretched hand towards Eddie. “Right this way, milady.”
Now, here’s the thing.
Maybe being called a lady shouldn’t do something for Eddie. But what does everyone call him? The Freak. And when it comes down to it, there are parts of himself that are rather… freakish. Like the G-string that he pulled from the back of his drawer to wear tonight – a dirty little secret – for his own cheap thrill. Or the nipple clamps he hasn’t had the chance to try out yet.
Or being called a lady by Steve.
So he takes Steve’s hand, because it’s beckoning him to do so, and his stomach churns sideways, and he has to remind himself of his promise – the one he made to himself – that that thing that he and Steve did was a one-time thing. That, despite all reasoning in the entire world, Steve didn’t mean to get himself off with Eddie and didn’t mean to get Eddie off, too.
Does that make any sense at all? Probably not. But what makes even less sense would be the opposite theory. The one where Steve isn’t completely straight.
It’s a theory that Eddie won’t even let himself consider, because it would spark that pesky little flame of hope within him. Better it never gets lit in the first place, instead of lit and extinguished.
“Hey, Stace,” Steve says to the blonde girl in the kitchen, who has a shaker in her hand and a group of other cute ladies crowding her. Steve gives her a devastatingly beautiful smile and she rewards him with a bashful blush and a bat of her ridiculously long eyelashes. The jealousy that Eddie feels at the exchange is concerningly violent. “Can you make a couple more of these for me? They’re amazing.” Steve shakes the glass at her the same way that he did to Eddie a moment ago.
“Of course,” she chirps, biting on her lip in a way that Eddie can only assume is seductively. She lets her tongue poke out from her perfectly plump, pink lips to wet them. Eddie nearly scoffs aloud. “So, Steve. Are you here with anyone?”
Eddie looks down at his decorated hands to see if he’s gone invisible. He certainly feels like he has. But nope, he’s very much there, standing next to Steve.
Steve’s not as much of a prick as everyone else at the party, so he throws his arm around Eddie’s shoulder, unashamed. “Yeah – this is Eddie. I’m here with him.”
Stacy’s eyes trail sideways and look at Eddie for no longer than a couple of seconds. It’s long enough, however, for Eddie to read her distaste. “Oh. No, I know. I mean, are you here with anyone.”
Steve’s brows crumple above his Roman nose. “What? I’m here with Eddie.”
The group of girls twitter soft laughter. Stacy pours the contents of the shaker into two solo cups filled with ice. “You’re such a fool, Steve.”
She says it in a tone that’s probably supposed to be endearing, but Eddie can see how Steve bristles. “Alright. Well, thanks.” He picks up the two glasses, handing one to Eddie and turning his back to Stacy.
He pats Eddie on the back and points his chin towards a clearing in the centre of the room. They start to make their way away from the kitchen, but Stacy calls after him, “Only a few minutes until midnight! Come find me!”
Steve turns to face her once more – so does Eddie – and he doesn’t miss how she throws him a wink.
“Oh, um. Thank you. Maybe,” Steve says, grabbing Eddie’s wrist and hauling them away from her advances before she can say anything else. They find a quiet space in the living room, against the wall. Eddie leans his back against it while Steve takes a sip of his drink. “I hate it when they don’t take a hint.”
For a second, Eddie wonders if he doesn’t take the hint sometimes. Social cues and all that. That would, in fact, explain why lately he’s been living in a constant state of confusion.
But all he does is nod, and say, “Same.”
They stand there for a minute, sipping on their drinks, eyeballing the crowd as they laugh and dance. Then Steve cocks his head and takes a step towards Eddie. Suddenly, he’s very aware that there’s a solid wall behind him. That Steve is closer than he should be. That he’s pushing into his space when usually that’s just an Eddie thing.
Maybe he’s rubbing off on Steve.
He’d like to rub off on Steve. Again. If you catch his drift.
“So,” Steve says, looking down on Eddie, making him feel strangely small, “what’s the story with you and Gareth?”
Eddie furrows his brows, nearly choking on his cocktail. “Excuse me?”
“I never really asked before.” Steve shrugs. “And – I don’t know – you guys seem to hang out a lot.”
“Yeah. Uh. I’ve known him since like, grade three. He’s my best friend.”
Steve’s eyes drop from his for a moment. He chews on his lips. “Oh. Of course – I mean, That’s… great.” Eddie stares as Steve’s expression falls. And he has half a mind to say that he looks… jealous. But the confidence quickly returns to Steve’s gaze. “So, what am I then?”
Eddie’s stomach ties up in knots. “What are you?”
“If Gareth is your best friend. What am I to you?”
He’s aware that all plausible deniability has disintegrated. It probably did a long time ago, but now is when it really hits him. That look sparks in Steve’s eyes – the cheeky one where he’s being flirty and sexy and he knows it. The one that has been unleashed on him a few times by now, but Eddie’s always made excuses as to why.
And he is trying, trying, to find an excuse right now.
He only slightly pays attention when the chatter in the room gets louder. When everybody turns to the television in the living room that’s playing the New York City ball drop.
Steve doesn’t turn to the TV. He still crowds into Eddie. “Because sometimes I think one thing, and then sometimes it seems like the opposite.”
Eddie’s only slightly aware when the whole room raises their glasses in the air, and they yell in unison: Ten!
Instead of answering Steve’s question, he sucks in a breath and holds it.
Nine!
And then he turns it around; he says, “I don’t know, Stevie. What am I to you?”
Eight!
Steve’s lips twitch into that cocky little grin of his, the crooked one that Eddie loves so much. God, he’s so attractive. “Well, I think –”
Seven!
“– it hasn’t been the most traditional way of getting here. But we’re –”
Six!
“– together. Boyfriends.”
Those two words volley around Eddie’s head for what feels like an eternity. Together. Boyfriends. The world is on a standstill. Everything is in slow motion. His heartbeat stops, and so does his intake of air. Everything kind of zeros in on Steve, and him, so close. Heat radiating from the body that’s pressed up into his own.
A million thoughts race through his mind at once: This isn’t real. You didn’t hear right. This is a joke.
And then there’s the other thoughts. The ones that tell him that everything that has happened since March – everything that’s happened in the last nine months – suddenly makes sense. Everything since waking up in that hospital hand-in-hand with Steve. That maybe the flirty moments – the small touches, the kiss that he only thought was a game, the playfight that turned into something more – maybe those things meant what Eddie was always trying to avoid thinking they might mean.
To keep himself from getting hurt.
But maybe all this time, Steve has cared – the same way Eddie has cared – and he’s been trying to tell him. Not in words, but in actions.
And each time, Eddie had shut himself down afterwards. He closed himself off from allowing a discussion, just in case it wasn’t what he wanted to hear.
Here it was. That discussion. But it was everything Eddie never expected. Everything he’s always wanted.
All of this berates Eddie’s thoughts, but he’s only aware that no time has passed at all when the crowd yells: Five!
Even though he feels like he’s cracked the code, there’s still that pesky devil on his shoulder that’s whispering in his ear: there’s no way any of that is the case. So he stares up at Steve – he can feel the whites of his eyes shining as they balloon – and he whispers, “Really?”
Four!
Steve’s little smile turns into a full-on grin. His puppy-dog eyes crinkle in the corners. He takes another step into Eddie’s space, even though there’s not much left. When did he get so goddamn close? “Are you gonna give me a kiss?”
Three!
Eddie scans the room. He forgot that they aren’t alone, even though – tucked away in the darkened corner of this massive house – it feels like they are. Nobody is looking. Nobody is looking and Steve is so fucking close…
Two!
Eddie’s eyes flick down to Steve’s mouth. His lips are shimmering pink. Maybe from the drink…
One!
He nods and breathes, “Fuck yeah.” And then Steve’s lips are on his.
It’s as unbelievable as you might think, having Steve Harrington kiss you. Really kiss you. Not under the façade of a game or a dare, but because he wants to.
Just like the rest of him, his lips are sure. Confident. They slot with Eddie’s first with a gentle brush, and then start moving with conviction. He coaxes Eddie’s mouth to part and suddenly he can feel the scrape of Steve’s teeth against his lower lip. He can feel the heat of Steve’s breath as they breathe the same air. He can feel that Roman nose brushing against his own. Feels Steve’s hand – the one not carrying the drink – press flat against his stomach.
And then Steve’s tongue flicks out to catch the jut of Eddie’s lips – kind of like that time on the Fourth of July – but it’s a question. One that Eddie answers by opening his mouth further. That tongue slips inside, and he can see fireworks behind his eyelids, he can taste Steve’s drink, he can feel the slide of wet against his hard palate.
His self-control snaps.
Eddie pushes back into Steve. His tongue meets his in the middle, rougher, impatient. Their teeth clack together, he can feel drool seeping from the corner of his mouth and he’s not sure if it’s his or Steve’s but it doesn’t matter – he wants it all. His tongue licks over Steve’s mouth and he tastes artificial vanilla. And he realises in that moment that Steve’s lips aren’t shining and pink because of the drink, but because of the lip gloss.
When he has that lightbulb moment, Eddie groans into Steve’s open mouth. It’s mostly drowned out by the cheering of the crowd – oh yeah, the crowd – but still, Steve chuckles and pulls back.
“Do you what to stay longer, or do you –?”
“Fuck, no. Let’s get out of here.”
Maybe he’s a bit overeager, but Eddie grabs Steve’s hand that’s still pressed against his stomach and he yanks him towards the front door. Everybody is still blissfully unaware of their kiss. Everybody but Little Miss Drink Mixer Stacy, who’s staring so hard it looks like her pretty green eyes will pop from her skull. Her mouth is hanging open. She’s frozen in place.
Eddie really should be frightened that somebody in Hawkins witnessed such a disgusting act of intimacy between two men, but instead he feels proud. He blows her a kiss and wiggles his fingers in a wave before he and Steve slip from the door and into his rusty van.
He starts the ignition, and before he can even shift into reverse, Steve is grabbing his hand. He stares at it for a minute. Such a simple thing, holding somebody’s hand. But it still has his heart in his throat. It’s just so real.
“What are you thinking right now?” Steve asks.
Eddie feels the ways his fingers fit so perfectly between his own, and counters with a question of his own. “Why didn’t you say anything to me?”
Steve blinks at him from the passenger seat. “What do you mean?”
“Why didn’t you – I don’t know – slap some sense into me? Tell me that you… felt this way. Or wanted this.” He gestures vaguely to his chest, wrapped in a WASP t-shirt.
“I thought you knew,” Steve says simply. He gives a loose shrug of his shoulders. “It’s pretty obvious that the things we do together aren’t really – you know. What just friends do.” His brows furrow. “Well, maybe you do those things with your friends, but I don’t –”
“I don’t either.”
Steve pauses for a minute as he smiles over at Eddie. “You really didn’t know?”
“It was weird.” Eddie looks down at his lap. “But I didn’t want to assume things. I didn’t want to wreck our friendship, because I – well, I really like you.”
Steve finally lets go of Eddie’s hand long enough for him to back from the front of the house they emerged from. He grabs it right back once they’re on the main road back to Forest Hills Trailer Park.
“I thought it was one of two things,” he says. “I thought you either wanted to take things slow. I didn’t want to pressure you into doing anything, because losing your virginity can be a really big deal.” Eddie’s entire face ignites. He tries not to think about how sad that is – twenty and a virgin. When Steve has been rolling in the sheets since he was probably fifteen. How casually Steve just said that, like it isn’t mortifying. He continues, “Or, I thought you weren’t really interested in taking our friendship any further.”
Eddie gawks at Steve. “Dude, I didn’t even know you being into dudes was a possibility. And if you were…” He pulls into the gravel in front of his trailer. It crunches under the tires. He doesn’t finishes his thought.
Not until Steve squeezes his fingers, and asks, “And if I was, what?”
“And if you were into guys, there’d be no way you were into me.”
Steve looks like he can’t even comprehend why Eddie would say such a thing. That he’s not aware of how different they are. That he’s not aware that Eddie is a mere mortal while he’s a god. “I’m into you, man. I’m so into you.”
Eddie stomach erupts once more into a thousand butterflies. Or maybe they’re bats. He can feel his cheeks turn even redder.
“And for the record,” Steve adds, “I really like you, too. I – I really like you. And I wasn’t lying, at the party. I want us to be boyfriends.”
Eddie chews on a little patch of dry skin on the corner of his lip, and desperately tries to kill the bats flapping away in his chest. “Okay. Boyfriends. I, uh. I want that, too.” He’s not great with words, but it gets his point across.
Because Steve is beaming as he leans across the centre console to press his lips to Eddie’s once more. Eddie tastes peach, and vanilla, and cigarette smoke, and chewing gum. And he tastes just Steve as their tongues mingle together.
Steve’s hands start exploring him – squishing the little meat he has on his thigh, teasing under the hem of his shirt, brushing against the few hairs he has trailing from his navel below the waist of his jeans. This time, when his cock starts swelling, he doesn’t try to hide it.
The beautiful cherry on top, is that this time, he’s freshly bathed and somewhat groomed. This time when Steve sees him naked, he won’t be embarrassed.
When Steve sees him naked. What a treacherously delicious thought.
When he moans into Steve’s mouth the same way he did at the party, there are no other noises to swallow it up. So it fills the space of the van, this raunchy sound that tumbles from Eddie without his consent. It sounds so unlike him – desperate and begging. But then Steve makes his own noise, and suddenly Eddie can’t wait any longer. He can’t wait to get himself on Steve, inside Steve, whether it’s his hands or mouth or his perfectly tight ass.
“Fuck,” he groans, “let’s go inside. Now.”
They barely make it through the front door and into his room. Steve is all over him, groping at his nipple ring through the fabric of his shirt, flicking it, twisting it – fuck, fuck. Eddie’s own fingernails are digging painfully hard into Steve’s shoulders, scraping against his neck, pushing under that stupid rugby shirt to rake against his impressive chest.
He crowds into Steve – shoves him against the ledge of his mattress. But before he can get Steve onto his back, he swivels so somehow he’s the one in front of Eddie. He’s the one pushing Eddie onto his back.
He falls to the mattress, Steve towering over him like some powerful warlord.
Eddie’s dick is throbbing, hard as steel in his jeans. He’s probably not contained at all in the – oh, fuck. Oh, FUCK. The G-string. The G-string that he put on before the party. The G-string that he has no intentions – zero – of Steve even knowing he owns, let alone seeing him wear. Why the fuck did he choose tonight to try it out, why did tonight have to be –
Steve bends to pop the button of Eddie’s fly, fingers deftly undoing the zipper.
“Fuck – uh – Steve. I just have to – can I just have a minute? I forgot to do something.” His dick is so tender. He can feel his heart beating between his legs, can feel himself leaking into the tiny cotton gusset of the panties. So small. So tight.
Thankfully, Steve nods. “Don’t take too long.” Before relief can find Eddie, before Steve pulls away from him to let him stand, he dips his fingers under the waistband of his jeans – just a small tease against what is supposed to be his boxers. But they find the string of fabric squeezing against the flesh of his hip instead.
Eddie sees the moment when Steve realises that he’s not feeling the elastic band of Eddie’s normal underwear, but something entirely different. “Uh, Steve…”
“What’s this?” Steve cocks his head to the side as his eyes trail down Eddie’s body, to his gaping jeans. When Eddie looks between his own legs, he nearly chokes at what he sees. The dainty fabric, edged in lace and a tiny, feminine bow, stretching obnoxiously over his cock. It’s holding on for dear life, that little triangle of fabric. It’s barely containing him – it’s not containing him. The waistband isn’t against his skin, it’s being pushed from his body by the swollen head of his cock and through the gap there, the flushed red tip can be seen. Glistening, strained, wet.
“Steve, I didn’t – it’s not…” Eddie doesn’t quite know what to say; he’s wearing women’s underwear. And not just any women’s underwear. The smallest pair that he could possibly get his grubby little hands on. Mortified doesn’t even begin to cover what he’s feeling.
Steve’s eyes are glued between Eddie’s legs. “Is that a thong?”
Just hearing those words leave Steve’s mouth makes Eddie want to die. “Oh my God.” He covers his face with his hands. “I didn’t know we’d be doing this – I didn’t know! I’m sorry. I don’t do this all the time. It’s the first time I’ve – I swear. Jesus Christ.”
Steve’s quiet, but Eddie doesn’t dare look at him. Until he hears, “Show me.”
It’s a command, all but growled at Eddie from the man atop him. When Eddie opens his eyes, he’s met with a rather ravenous looking Steve – a predator appraising its prey. His eyes are black, his jaw is tense. The muscles there feathering as he clenches and unclenches his teeth.
“What –?”
“Show. Me.” Steve hauls Eddie to his feet but doesn’t step far enough away. Their chests are still touching – Steve’s heaving like he’s parched for breath. Eddie is frozen for only a moment, but soon enough his trembling fingers are peeling the shirt from his own back.
The look on Steve’s face doesn’t make him feel ashamed anymore. It makes him feel appreciated. Sexy. It makes him feel like maybe this part of himself that he wants to explore – this part of himself that really does make him a freak – can be done next to the man that he can now call his boyfriend. His partner.
He hooks his thumbs under the waist of his jeans, and he pushes them down.
It’s hard to get them off when Steve is still standing so close to him – so close that their bodies rub together as Eddie moves to take the rest of his clothes off, bar the little black G-string that only lived in the back of his drawer. Until now.
The air from Steve’s lungs puffs against Eddie’s face when he straightens himself out again. And then Steve’s hand lifts against his shoulder, pushes him backwards so he stumbles back onto the mattress. And because he’s feeling brave (how could he not when Steve is looking at him like his last meal?), he lays himself out on the bed. He spreads himself open.
Steve’s eyes rake over every inch of Eddie’s body, from the top of his curly head, over his flushed cheeks, down his pale chest that’s painted with not only silvery scars, but splotches of nervous red. They land between Eddie’s legs, where his knees are lewdly spread to display just how much the little triangle is struggling to hold everything down there. Eddie knows how it gapes around his balls, how heavy they look compared to the scrap of fabric. He knows because he stared at himself in his mirror before they left for that stupid party. And he knows that now, with his cock engorged between his legs, that it’s only gaping more.
Eddie swears he sees Steve’s knees nearly give out. He definitely sees his hands form fists by his sides, knuckles going white with the force of them. Steve doesn’t lift his eyes from Eddie’s crotch as he says, “I am going to fuck you until you cry.”
The room spins as Steve undresses – Eddie barely registers his words. He drinks in Steve’s near naked body, his abs that flutter as he works off his belt and then his Levi’s. The thick outline of his dick tenting his black boxers. But then he thinks, ‘when Steve fucks me?’ as he crawls slowly between Eddie’s legs. So he hooks them around Steve’s middle and uses all his might to flip that muscled body onto it’s back.
Eddie straddles Steve as he says, “I think you meant to say you’ll cry as I fuck you, Harrington.”
He can feel the line of Steve’s cock under his boxers, pressed against his near bare ass. It’s only made more obvious as Steve grabs Eddie’s hips and pulls them harder against himself, lifting his hips to rub against his body. “But your ass looks so good in that tiny little thong.”
“I don’t think you got a great look at my ass yet. How would you know?”
And just as fast as he got Steve onto his back, he’s on his again. Steve looms over him, grabs around his torso, and flips his body like a ragdoll. Eddie’s face presses into the blankets as he lays face-down, his dick throbbing as it rubs under him and against the mattress. Steve’s hands splay against the valley of Eddie’s spine, fingers slipping under the string waist of the G-string, pulling the fabric where it was almost buried between the cheeks of his ass. “I’m getting a pretty good look now. Turns out, I’m right.”
Eddie tries to lift himself up, tries to get himself in a position of power once more. But Steve bores down on him, pressing his chest flush against the panes of Eddie’s back. His hips pitch forward and his cock drags against the cleft of Eddie’s ass. And he hates himself for this, he really does, but he whines at the sensation. He whines, long and loud into the ruffled blankets, a little river of drool seeping from the corner of his lips as he does.
“If you think you’re going to stick your cock in my ass, Harrington, you can think again,” Eddie says. But there’s a part of him, a small part that’s growing, that knows that’s a blatant lie.
He always thought, without a doubt, he’d top the first time he had sex, and he’d top the second, and the third, and the fourth, and so on. He thought he’d always be the one to get someone underneath him, someone crying and begging, someone gagging to get dicked down.
But he feels himself falling into some form of submission. Not that he wants to admit it.
Steve presses into Eddie again and again. He can feel the panties soaking up as much of his precum as it possibly can, but it must be reaching its threshold. There’s so much. His cock is weeping and so is he as he hears Steve grunting with each thrust. “But think about how good it’ll feel. Think about being stuffed full of my cock, Munson.”
Eddie isn’t crying yet, but it sure sounds like he is with the noise that just erupted from him. It’s enough of an answer for Steve.
“Fuck yeah, listen to yourself. You want to take it as much as I want to give it to you.”
Eddie tries to swallow down his sobs, his pants, but really he just sounds pathetic as he says, “In your dreams.”
Steve bends over Eddie’s back, gets his face nice and close to his ear. “You’re damn right in my dreams.”
A finger slips under the band of Eddie’s thong and pressed against his asshole. Eddie moans and arches into it, but he spits, “Fuck you, man,” with the little conviction he has left.
It’s not very much.
He wants Steve, he wants to be coated with him, covered from head to toe, all over his skin, outside, inside. He wants to take Steve’s cock every way that he can.
“Keep these on,” is all Steve says as he moves away from Eddie’s back, snapping the thin side of his panties against his skin.
Eddie does.
But Steve – he strips down to nothing, completely bare naked as he stands near the edge of the mattress. His cock juts proudly from him, and Eddie turns to stare, taking in every goddamn inch of his impressive length. Somehow, that’s going to be inside him, but he can barely compute it.
“Lube?” asks Steve. Eddie points to his end table where he keeps stuff like that. The rare nudie mag, the bottle of lube, the nipple clamps.
The nipple clamps.
Eddie grins something sharp and feral as he tumbles from the bed, reaching the drawer before Steve has the chance. He throws the lube onto the mattress, but he keeps the nipple clamps in his hands, joined together by a thin, silver chain.
Steve eyes the metal in his hands. “What’s that?”
“These, dear, sweet Stevie, are what you’re going to have to agree to if you think you’re fucking me tonight.” Eddie would bend to Steve’s will either way, but he wants to see what he can get away with. Steve sucks his lip between his teeth and clamps down on it. He’s nodding before Eddie even has the chance to tell him what they are. “Good. Get on the bed.”
Eddie regains some of his gumption as Steve clambers to obey his orders, throwing himself on the double mattress that they’ve shared now for months. He leans his back against the headboard, reaching between his legs to stroke at his cock that looks nearly as painful as Eddie’s own.
If Eddie did the same thing, he’d come in a matter of seconds. It’s probably better he gets fucked than do the fucking, because it would last no longer than he could even get himself sheathed in Steve.
He walks on his knees to where Steve is splayed out – as if on a platter. He runs his hands against the fuzz on his thighs, up the rippling abs that are adorned with matching scars to his own (albeit, not as many), through the thatch of chest hair between his pecs. Then he pinches on Steve’s pretty, pink nipples to get them peaked and prepped for his little surprise.
Steve gasps, but presses into Eddie’s fingers. His hand stills from stroking his cock as Eddie swings the simple, circular clamps, attached by a chain, between their chests. “You ready?”
“Fuck yeah,” Steve says, even though Eddie is sure he has no idea what he’s agreeing to.
He opens the clamps wide enough that they won’t hurt too much, but narrow enough to pinch into the peaks on Steve’s chest. Steve moans when the first one clamps onto his nipple, and lets his head fall back onto the headboard for the second one. Eddie trembles with delight as Steve’s cock offers a pearl of precum when he tugs on the chain.
So he swoops to lick it up.
“Oh, fuck,” Steve gasps, eyes fluttering open as Eddie’s tongue swipes against the bulb of his dick. He seals his lips around the head of his cock, and sucks on it like a cherry popsicle in June. Steve’s hips buck forward into the heat of Eddie’s mouth, against the soft skin of his cheek. He twirls his tongue and laps at the slit, and he’s not sure if he’s doing a great job, but Steve’s thighs twitch under his hands and he’s making these sexy little noises, so he figures it can’t be bad.
He savours the musky taste of Steve, salty and bitter. And he learns pretty quickly that sucking Steve’s dick might be his new favourite pastime. The way he shakes and whines and whimpers is almost as delicious as the heavy, hot feeling of the cock in his mouth.
It only takes five minutes before Steve is tugging on Eddie’s hair, easing his lips from his length as he says, “Okay, okay. Don’t make me come yet. Jesus.”
Eddie wipes at the saliva seeping from his mouth with the back of one of his hands. He tugs on the chain connecting Steve’s nipples once more, making him keen into the air. Music.
The next thing Eddie knows, he’s being charged by Steve’s broad shoulders, backwards. He falls flat on his back, his head and hair hanging from the foot of the mattress as Steve grapples at the lube.
He doesn’t say anything as he slicks up his fingers, he only stares down at Eddie with so much want that it looks like he might burst. If it’s anywhere close to what Eddie’s feeling, that might very well happen.
“Ready?” Steve leans forward and tugs Eddie’s panties to the side. He can hear the threads in them pop as they’re forced past their limit of stretch. And as they pull to the side, his cock springs free from what little fabric sheathed it. They both look between his legs, at how red Eddie is. How swollen, how wet. His dick twitches at the attention, and he spreads his knees further apart as his answer to Steve’s question.
It stings when Steve pushes two of his fingers into Eddie. It stings, but more than that, it stretches, it spreads, it squeezes. God, he feels so full, Steve’s fingers are so big. He moans unabashedly at the ceiling, twisting his fingers into his own hair to distract himself.
“Is this okay?” Steve asks, pulling his fingers out only to plunge them back into Eddie deeper than before.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, yeah.” Eddie tries not to let the tear gathering in his eye slip bast the brim. It doesn’t work. It feels… it feels so good. Like its scratching an itch he didn’t know he had. And then Steve’s fingers brush against something inside him – a spot he’s only read about – one he didn’t really know was fact or fiction.
It’s fact. It’s so fucking fact.
His voice breaks as he all but yells into he empty air, Steve’s fingers brushing against that spot over and over and over… and, Jesus, he’s not even touching Eddie’s dick but he’s gonna come. He’s gonna come before Steve has a chance to touch him.
But then Steve stops.
“You sound so fucking hot,” he says, slathering his hand and his dick with more lube. He pushes a third finger into Eddie like he’s making a point, forcing him to cry out once more. This time he doesn’t brush against that spot, Eddie has enough time to recollect himself as he gets stretched over Steve’s fingers.
“Steve?” he says, lifting himself to rest on his forearms. Steve cocks his head sideways, his fingers stilling inside Eddie’s body. “Fuck me. Right now. Fuck me.” And just to assert his dominance, he grabs the back of Steve’s neck and hauls him closer.
Steve growls and blankets himself over Eddie.
His lips crush against Eddie’s. Their kiss is anything but timid or practiced or skilled as they attack each other with their tongues, devouring each other in deeps licks and bruising bites. Everything between them wet and warm.
The blunt end of Steve’s cock lines up against Eddie as they consume each other. And then he’s pushing forward.
Someone – Eddie isn’t sure which of them – moans into the other’s mouth. It’s a shared breath anyway, when one noise is made, the other swallows it down. Give and take.
There’s an unrelenting pressure between them, and Eddie feels it when the head of Steve’s cock pushes past his rim. He’s never felt like he feels in this moment. Claimed, but still equal as he presses his fingers into Steve’s neck with one hand and tugs yet again on the chain attached to his nipples with the other. Steve whimpers as much as Eddie, sliding forward inch by glorious inch. And then he’s seated so deeply inside him that Eddie swears he can see a bulge by his belly button.
“You better start moving,” Eddie says, panting against Steve’s lips, “or I’ll pin you down and do it myself.”
With that, Steve pulls an inch from Eddie’s body and pitches forward again. His cock rubs against that bundle of nerves inside Eddie, and he starts leaking profusely between their stomachs, a jolt buzzing into his core each time Steve’s abdomen brushes against his flushed tip.
Steve hums into Eddie’s mouth as his pace quickens. Eddie could come from the sound alone – their skin slapping together aggressively, only heightened by the ridiculous amounts of lube slicking their bodies. Steve grunting and hissing. His eyes squeezing shut and fluttering back open to bore into Eddie’s. They’re both covered in a sheen of sweat; Steve’s olive skin glistening and sparkling against the warm light of the tabletop lamp.
The coil in Eddie’s stomach tightens and burns bright. He’s whining with each thrust of Steve, building a tension that’s about to snap. And as if Steve knows, he wraps his fingers around Eddie’s cock and starts stroking, quick, dirty.
“Oh, fuck, Steve. Steve.” He can feel his body tensing around Steve’s length, can feel his muscles beginning to contract.
“You gonna come all over my cock?” Steve says, low and sultry. It almost finishes Eddie off.
But somehow he holds off, just for a few more seconds. Enough to say, “Not before you come inside me, baby.” He doesn’t even know if it’s true. But still, he pulls on Steve’s nipple clamps because he has an inkling that it might finish him.
“Fuuucckk, fuck.” Steve’s hips lose their rhythm. He fucks into Eddie sloppily, and then something hot and wet is dripping from inside him as he rockets against his ass.
When Eddie feels Steve’s cum dripping out of himself, getting shoved back in with Steve’s still pistoning hips, the tension snaps. Cum surges from his cock in hot, white ribbons, slicking Steve’s fist, catching in the fabric of the G-string bunched to one side, shooting against Steve’s and his own scars.
He’s sure he says something – maybe a string of curse words, maybe Steve’s name – but his mind whites out before he can commit that detail to memory. But he does know his muscles are tremoring in Steve’s grasp, he does know Steve’s abs twitch against his fingers as he rubs his spend into his skin.
And then they collapse, Steve softening in Eddie’s body with each of their heady breaths.
Time ticks by until Eddie can comprehend. And then – like the time before – he laughs.
“What the fuck?” Steve says, but it has no malice. He lifts his head from Eddie’s neck, where he was pressing delicate kisses, to grin down on him. “Is that something I’ll have to get used to? You laughing after sex?”
Eddie isn’t really sure. So he says, “I guess we’ll have to have more sex to see.”
Finally, Steve pulls out. Eddie can feel liquid drooling from within him, cum and lube. He needs a shower. But he needs this moment with Steve more, so he wraps his arms around those strong shoulders and pulls him into his chest. Steve hums his approval, nestles into Eddie’s side like he belongs there.
He does belong there.
When Eddie goes to the bathroom to shower, Steve joins him like he did all those months ago. This time, however, he steps into the water. He wraps his arms around Eddie and presses the pads of his fingers into his head when he washes his hair so sensually, that Eddie might weep. Steve doesn’t say something smart when Eddie gets hard again; Eddie doesn’t feel embarrassed about it.
They get each other off a second time, with Steve’s hand wrapped flawlessly around them both.
Then when they go to bed, they tangle together in a pile of limbs, without even their boxers. This time, when he wakes up to Steve clung to him, Eddie doesn’t go still or try to keep Steve from waking. He presses into him until his eyes flicker open in the dark of the dead of night.
They get each other off a third time, with Eddie nestled tightly between Steve’s thighs and his fingers circling his cock possessively.
Then, they finally fall asleep.
January 1st, 1987
Eddie wakes up in Steve’s arms.
This time, he doesn’t question what it means, doesn’t question what might happen tomorrow.
A new year.
A new start – with Steve.
’86 really was his year.
THE END :)
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firstprince fic recs: hurt/comfort edition! :D
some of these have more angst than others before the comfort, so please be sure to check the tags! but I tried to choose some of my personal favorites that I always return to when I need something comforting to read <3
as always, please remember to leave kudos and a comment if you enjoyed the fic or show support in other ways, and be kind! mind the tags and if you come across something you dislike, please kindly (and quietly) move on.
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talk me down | seafloor | G | 2k
It never gets easier, but with Alex, it’s less exhausting.
[Henry gets triggered, and Alex is there for him.]
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Mr. Body Pillow | @inexplicablymine | T+ | 21k
Two boys cuddling on a couch right on top of each other because they are in fact very gay™.
Inviting over a complete stranger for cuddles because you are touch starved might be the worst idea Henry has ever had, or the best.
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the clementine thing | @saintlynomenclature | T+ | 6k
And, really, it doesn’t matter whether or not Alex explains it to Liam and the rest of his friends. They’ve never really discussed it between themselves through the years. Slowly, Alex had gone from asking Would you please peel this for me? to Please? to silently extending the citrus without any comment at all, just a soft smile. It’s one of the things that make them Alex-and-Henry; the silent conversations and the contentment in each other’s company.
Now, as Alex starts to flourish through his position on the lacrosse team, his slew of AP classes, and his role in student government, getting him to slow down at all is a feat. The only way that Henry can do it, guaranteed, is by one of those innocuous little fruits. There’s nothing Alex can’t do—surely, he could peel a fucking orange if he felt so inclined—but Henry delights in being able to do this for him.
[Five times Henry shares a clementine with Alex, and one time Alex returns the favor]
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sea of endless hope | acastle | E | 85k
Henry watches Alex, the man he adores and loves so ardently, and the moment is palpable, delicate, and yet too large for even the sky to contain.
He watches Alex, and in that moment, he wants to be his husband, the ache and urge of it almost unbearable.
“Daddy!” Nena takes Henry’s hands, and he looks down at her, the angel who had saved him, and he smiles at her, quiet with emotion, letting her lead him into place.
He would follow her, follow Alex, anywhere.
(Henry, Alex, and their daughter, and the first years of coming home, forever.)
you can see it with the lights out | weathersriley | G | 3k
Alex thinks of the water. Of feeling like he might never reach the surface, might never reach Henry. But Henry is here; Alex remembers falling asleep in the glow of his presence, and beneath his shaking fingers, Henry’s chest is warm and his heart is beating steadily and Henry is here.
Alex is afraid, but Henry is here.
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I ask you how you're doing (and I let you lie) | @matherines | M | 6k
The first time Henry sees it happen, he knows instantly that it is not the first time it has ever happened. They’re sitting in the living room of the brownstone, the two of them surrounded by their favorite people in the world, a night of board games long abandoned in favor of mocking the eighth season of Game of Thrones.
“God, don’t you have an off switch?” June groans, laughing as she chucks a piece of popcorn in Alex’s direction while he rambles passionately about the international legal implications of the Red Wedding. Nora cackles. “Whatever you do to thank Henry for putting up with you, it’s not nearly enough. Jesus, I can’t believe he put a ring on your loud mouth.”
[Or: Alex is fine. Really, he’s fine — he just wants Henry to stay, even if Alex is too much. Henry just wants his husband back.]
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Aftercare | @whimsymanaged | M | 2k
When Alex has an intense hookup without aftercare, he finds himself on his best friend Henry’s doorstep in desperate need of looking after.
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Dream a Little Dream of Me | @affectionatelyrs | T+ | 9k
They’re no longer in the garden. There’s no grass, no flowers, no fireflies. Only stars—hundreds upon hundreds of them in an otherwise vast sea of darkness, dazzling and twinkling and here.
“How—”
“They came here for you,” Alex says, his voice light. “It’s what you desired. So, I asked them to come and shine. Just for you.”
“But won’t the world need them?”
Alex shrugs and simply says, “You need them more.”
[Or, Five times Alex visits Henry in his dreams during his dark days, and one time he does so in the real world (and stays)]
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Burnt Offering | justicefortheJ14magazine | G | 9k
Alex’s hair care routine is elaborate, he struggles to let Henry help him, and he learns some important things about receiving love through service.
[A look at FirstPrince’s love through each love language: Acts of Service]
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I would stay forever (if you say don't go) | @coffeecatsme | T+ | 6k
The words echo in his head, unbidden. The words from another life, practically another universe, shoved inside the small walls of a gilded cage, hidden in a room in London with shuttered windows and locked doors. A boy’s voice Henry still remembers ten years later, when he doesn’t quite remember what he had for lunch the day before. A boy’s voice on a phone that understood him better than every member of his family, even an ocean, a continent, three thousand miles away.
A boy’s voice that told him in no uncertain terms that it was okay if he wasn’t okay, that allowed him to pave a path until he was.
To open a new shelter in New York City, Henry needs to interview a host of potential lawyers to hire. He doesn't expect one of them to be the boy that saved his life ten years ago.
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Don't Give Up Your Ghost | @nocoastposts | G | 1k
Healing is not linear.
When Henry first heard this phrase, he brushed it off as a cliche. An evergreen proverb for those who didn’t know what else to say. As his anger morphed into crippling sadness, he began to understand the sentiment.
Henry never knows when the grief will become all-consuming. A perfectly fine day can shatter instantly, with no preamble or warning given. The most trivial things - a scent, a laugh, a song - can utterly and completely devour him.
Learning to accept the ebb and flow was not easy. He knows that the dark days will never cease completely. He also knows that Alex will brave the storm with him, time and time again. Henry is eternally grateful for this.
[Or, Henry reflects on some common platitudes of grief - then and now.]
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outta luck to spend | potentiallyunloveable | T+ | 9k
“Nora ignorin’ ya?” a voice says from beside him, and Henry startles, turns to his left, is suddenly frozen. The man who’s slid into the seat next to him, silently, without Henry noticing, is quite possibly the most beautiful man Henry’s ever seen in his life. He’s got the widest smile, sweet dimples, soft brown skin and impossibly long eyelashes. He’s wearing a fucking Stetson, and Henry feels like the wind’s been knocked out of him.
Or: Henry (lost, hopeless) meets Alex (bright, hopeful), in a bar in Texas.
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thunderstruck | @wordsofhoneydew | T+ | 2k
“Alex, slow down.” Henry pulls away softly from Alex’s taut grasp. “Are you feeling alright now?”
“Y-yeah, I think I’m okay.” Alex smiles back meekly at Henry’s heedful gaze. Alex feels like he has gotten way ahead of himself. “I'm just a huge astraphobic, ever since I was little. I guess I never grew out of it.”
[or, Alex has a fear of thunder so Henry comforts him]
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fell apart (in the usual way) | @hypnostheory | E | 12k
By the time they’ve reached the landing, Henry is shaking his arm out of Alex’s grip. “The picture of grace under fire,” he says, the words snapping from his mouth. Alex blinks at him, before his face smooths into its professional mask. “You can’t pick a fight with the Queen’s equerry, no matter how averse you are to the concept of the monarchy.”
Alex looks Henry up at down, his mouth forming a tight line. “I don’t pick fights, Your Majesty,” he says, adjusting his grip on Henry’s suitcase. Henry can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of that statement. “Shaan called me a few weeks ago to go over every single thing that made you miserable about the holidays. It was a very long phone call.” Henry doesn’t doubt that. “I’m going to help you avoid as many of those items as possible.”
[Henry is a mess around the holidays, and he's expecting to have a tremendously horrid time without Shaan. Fortunately, Alex has plans to make his Christmas both merry and bright.]
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ocean waves | seafloor | E | 10k
Henry Fox wakes up with a toothache one morning, and has a lot of feelings about certain things for days afterwards.
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I'd hold you as the water rushes in | @saintlynomenclature | M | 11k
“—lex. Alex.”
Fuck. Where had his mind gone? Alex snaps his eyes to Henry’s, forcing his attention back from where it had drifted. “I’m listening, I’m listening. What were you saying?”
Anyone else would probably be offended, or would just laugh at the clearly conflicting statements that had flown thoughtlessly out of his mouth. Instead, Henry’s brow crinkles, lips downturning as he scans Alex’s face. “Are you alright? You’ve been acting strange all night.”
Those blue eyes are much easier to deal with through FaceTime. Alex has to look away from them, less he caves and spills everything to Henry. He pastes a smile on, “Fantastic, Your Highness. All this bubbly is going to my head, the sugar’ll get me in the morning.”
[Or, Alex drops on New Year's Eve]
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never be so polite (you forget your power) | Standinginmoonlight | M | 6k
The one where Arthur Fox leaves letters for his children.
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while you were sleeping (I fell in love) | @kill8a | M | 3k
As their relationship progresses, Alex notices that Henry’s sleeping habits start to progress as well. Notably, more naps, less insomnia, and a knack for falling asleep at any hour of the day.
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that's all for now!
hurt/comfort is one of my all time favorite tropes, so feel free to rec me some if they aren't on this list, or to reach out with ideas for other rec lists in the future! <3
-- sarah / anincompletelist xx
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HIHHIHIIH I SAW YOUR REQUEST ARE OPEN
May I pretty please request some fluffy headcanons for Laurance x Garrorth x reader?
Also, may I pretty please be ⭐ anon?
Omg my first request on this blog! Thank you Anon <3 (I honestly thought the Aphmau community was dead) AND YES OMG I LOVE GARRANCE. I wasn't sure if you wanted this as in separately fighting for your love type or a threesome type. ALSO I wasn't sure if you wanted this set in PDH or MyStreet(or mcd but I haven't watched mcd) so..
Here have them all⭐️
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Laurance x Garroth x Reader HEADCANONS
Laurance x Reader, Garroth x Reader, Garrance
Era of Pdh and MyStreet
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LAURANCE X READER/GARROTH X READER (separate)
PDH
Garroth and Laurance, like with Canon Aph, will both end up falling for you
The two of them would fight for your attention, remaining a friendly competition, but never letting that get in the way of their friendship
Garroth would be the more responsible and caring one
Laurance would be the more popular and carefree one
The two would secretly come to a mutual agreement to share you until you decide who to get with
Meanwhile, they'd both go behind each other's backs and try to spend the most time with you
You have separate classes with them both, respectively, yet also, occasionally have a class with both of them together
Garroth isn't the type for too over-the-top pet names, he'd go for something simple like love, sweetheart, babe, etc.
Laurance doesn't care as much and does whatever he feels like
Both boys will screw over one another and give them false information, thinking you had no clue
Meanwhile, you were aware of everything listed above but just never admit it
MYSTREET
Remember what I said earlier about Garroth being the responsible one? Yeah, not anymore.
Garroth will eventually turn out to be the outgoing and goofy bundle of joy, but he knows when to be serious and when not to
Laurance is.. well, Laurance. He hasn't changed much since high school, but a tad bit more serious than he used to be to balance out Garroth's crazy mind
Both the boys would come over to find you occasionally at your house and refuse to leave, always finding excuses to be by your side
Eventually, they'll give in and work together, trying to get your attention together
Seeing as they live together, they hold meetings to plot out the perfect moments
L : "Oh, what a coincidence! Zane says he'd be home late."
G : "Would you mind if we stayed longer? To watch another movie?"
You : "We just watched all eight of the Harry Potter movies! Eight!"
GARRANCE X READER(threesome)
PDH
The two starts off surprised, learning that you're up to try a threesome
At first, it's hard to share you
Eventually, the two boys will learn to be gay asses and they'd purposely show each other more affection than to you to piss you off
You get pissed off
It takes them forever to get your attention and forgiveness, but knowing them, they'd pull this off again in less than two weeks time
MYSTREET
The boys are mature, they'll finally learn to share.
Until, of course, they start getting jealous of each other. Again.
Garroth is usually on your left and Laurance on your right
It doesn't mean anything, but it's become habit
Actually, a lot of things have become habit
Like watching movies with the two on the weekends, having one boy's head on your lap as your head lays on the others shoulders, arms wrapped around you
And then, comes Sprinkles.
Laurance uses Sprinkles as bait and gaslighting
You use Sprinkles as emotional support while the two fight over Garroth's love for Sprinkles
L : "GARROTH! SPRINKLES WILL BE VERY DISAPPOINTED IN YOU!"
G : "STOP BRINGING HER INTO THIS!"
You : *petting Sprinkles in your room* "Why are they like this."
Sprinkles : meow.
You : "I don't know what I see in those two idiots either."
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Random (and somewhat silly) Leon Kennedy headcannons
* Leon is a sleepwalker. I have no justification for it other than I think it’d be funny
* Ironically he’s also a VERY light sleeper
* And to add insult to injury, he snores like a freight train.
* Leon is Transgender. Trust me guys he told me himself
* Also got that ADHD Autism combo. Again just trust me you guys he said so himself-
* Bisexual disaster. Probably leans towards men but every gender gives him Gay Panic
* Luis and Ada were his Bi Awakening.
* ((And probably Wesker too. I mean C’mon just look at the guy))
* And just like every Bisexual he CANNOT sit in chairs normally to save his life. If he even bothers to sit on one at all ((Kinda going off the second headcannon; he also sleeps in the WEIRDEST positions humanly possible))
* Leon has permanent Bad Posture. Both from when he used to wear a binder (Transmasc Tingz !!) and from old age
* He hams up his “”old age”” a LOT just to annoy Chris and Claire
* “Ooooooughhh you guys I can feel my bones turning to dust-“ “Shut UP LEON I’m NOT CARRYING YOU”
* Leon also wore a binder for FAR too long. Like he was fighting zombies and doing backflips all while his ribs were screaming in pain
* “Leon when did you last take off your binder” “why do YOU wanna know huh Chris 🤨” “TAKE IT OFF”
* ((Dw guys he practiced safe binding and got Top Surgery. Eventually))
* Leon dyes his hair blonde. You know I’m right
* It’s also like,, surprisingly soft??? He probably takes very good care of it and uses expensive products (probably the only expensive thing he owns)
* He also purposefully cuts it that way. In fact I recon he cuts it himself
* Much more competent people (Jill, Claire, Rebecca) have offered to cut it for him but he’s always refused
* Its one of the few things that reminds him of when he was still a Rookie cop that isn’t also a traumatic memory
* He’s got some PTSD just don’t worry about it ok
* Leon is N O T good at opening up. Like at all. But when somebody DOES manage to crack him he cries s o easily and he will cry for literal hours
* Chris and Claire are the only two people who’ve ever actually managed to successfully get him to open up to that point though
* He also probably sleeps better when he’s with somebody. But he’d never admit that
* Leon’s love language is probably a mix of Words Of Affirmation and Acts Of Service. He’d love it if for once he could come home to somebody having done the little chores for him
* He’s also probably a M A S S I V E sucker for any kind of physical touch. Again, won’t admit it, but he’s a big cuddler.
* Somebody please please please play with this man’s hair he will fall asleep in your lap in seconds
* Now this may be my own Autism special interest shining through but I LOVE the idea of Leon being a massive Pokémon fan
* His favourite games are Ruby, Sapphire and Emerald. Idk man he SEEMS like a Hoenn boy y’know
* His first starter was Torchic and Blaiziken remains as his all-time favourite Pokémon (he’s absolutely correct Torchic is the best Hoenn starter Fight Me)
* Probably still has his Gameboy from when he was a kid
* Leon’s also into retro anime. He likes to get Chris, Jill, Claire and Rebecca over just to show them his old childhood favourite shows like Astroboy or Sailor moon
* Will pause the DVD every 5 seconds to point something out or ramble on about something for 10 minutes
* Oh yeah he also absolutely keeps a DVD player in his home
* He’s a big sucker for old movies, especially old Queer movies but he’s also into classics like Back To The Future, Star Wars etc
*Probably was a big Star Wars kid
*((His favourite movie of all time is Legally Blonde but he will NEVER say that out loud))
* Leon’s always out of the country on some government mission so his house is probably pretty barren. He probably just stays with Chris or Claire after missions anyways
* Leon also still probably keeps in touch with Sherry and Ashley. He definitely went to their respective Graduations to support them at least
* He likes to collect little trinkets from his missions. Rocks, lighters, photos etc
* Other people have put this on their Headcannon lists too but I also agree that Leon is a MASSIVE Foodie
* The way to his heart is through a really good breakfast
* He’s also got a massive Sweet Tooth. Again, courtesy of other Headcannon lists
* He’s got low blood sugar so it probably evens out
* ALWAYS coming home from missions exhausted. In fact he’s exhausted on the plane. On the car ride there. DURING the mission. He’s an eepy little guy
* His T-Shots also make him Very Hungry All The Time. He thought it’d even out after a year of being on Testosterone but over a decade later and he still eats like a teenage boy
* ((It’s ok though cuz Chris always has his fridge stocked full. It might just be for Leon who knows))
* Leon’s not really either a Cat or a Dog guy. He likes both equally and would definitely have one of the other if it weren’t for his work
* He also prefers warm weather :))
* He likes to go swimming with his friends whenever he gets the opportunity
* Everyone makes fun of Chris for his Hawaiian shirts but Leon ABSOLUTELY has way too many as well
* Wears socks and jandals. I’m from Aotearoa NZ I’m allowed to say that ok
*BIG Mitski & Lana Del Rey fan
*I also imagine he probably likes older music like Madonna or Bowie or Blondie
* He’s not very good at it but he likes to paint his nails
* Or he just lets Rebecca or Claire do it for him
* If he goes a long time without cutting his hair either he’ll also put it up in a lil ponytail :)
* He’s got a big ol toothy, lop-sides grin.
* I recon he also involuntarily bites his tongue when he’s genuinely smiling too
* I said before he keeps trinkets and stuff from his missions but he absolutely keeps more personal mementos too. For example;
* He bought himself an old Spanish version of Don Quixote for Luis
* He keeps his old cop uniform in his closet
* He stole Chris’ shades and never returned them
* Still has one of Adas missing rings, etc etc etc
* Similarly to physical objects, Leon also picks up on the habits of people he’s met from his missions
* He always double-checks the barrel of his gun after he’s seen Chris do it so many times
* Holds his knife in his left hand after Krauser
* Very rarely smokes on occasion to remember Luis
* Picked up more Advanced First-Aid after Rebecca ((she also insisted it would be helpful))
* I could go on forever
* Leon can’t imagine ever actually being able to settle down and retire because of his work, but if he could, he would love to be a Father :))
* One last silly one cuz this list has gotten surprisingly serious; Leon unironically references Vines All The Time. It will drive everyone around him insane
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featuring author Draco Malfoy, his unemployed husband, and an interviewer who seems a little too fixated on their gay little life. but that's just the way of fanfiction baby
BY GEORGIE HARKINS
NOVEMBER 17, 2023
“Draco, one of your admirers is here,” was the first thing I heard upon arriving at Draco Black’s modest country home. After being greeted by a luscious, wild front garden and a rather cantankerous tabby, I was met at the door by Black’s husband, who identified me quite correctly.
To say it was a surprise to receive the invite for an informal interview would be an understatement. Black, while well-known and heavily awarded, has never been seen in public, and has asked that I keep my descriptions of him, his family, and his home to a minimum. Though, I will do my best, despite the restrictions, to paint of picture of the man behind some of the most inventive and mature fantasy novels the literature world has seen in quite some time.
A story of the heir to a great name and fortune, caught up in a war steeped in the supremacy of magical people over their non-magical counterparts. The early books paint a picture of childlike wonder, excitement, and naivety, with the threat of what is to come in the later books just around the corner. A devastating struggle between dark and light, with our anti-hero caught up in the shadows, unsure of whether to escape and lose all he holds dear, or stay and sink deeper into the mire. The tale has earned him critical acclaim and household recognition, but, admirably, he’s maintained his privacy, and let his work speak for itself.
The inside of his home–bright, airy, full of greenery–is in sharp contrast to the usually bleak settings of his novels. Decay, both social and physical, has been a key theme across his series of fantasy novels: The Poisoned Heir. Despite this, he surrounds himself with life. We sat down at the kitchen table, where I asked him about this.
“I feel… to write about the breaking down of all we hold dear, we must first appreciate what we have,” Black said, cradling a clay mug of Assam, his preferred brew, “I’ve loved, lost, and rebuilt. We all have. But, to write it on such a grand scale can send me into a sort of… spiral. So, I try to find joy and life in anything I can outside of my work.”
One thing I noticed about Black was the way he seemed to take his time while speaking. I watched him grasp for words from the surrounding air, and told him so.
He laughed, “When I was a boy, I had a quick, sharp tongue. It hasn’t dulled with age, but it’s definitely slowed, and that’s a good thing.”
“A very good thing!” came the voice of his husband from the adjoining living room.
“I’m conducting an interview!” Black called back.
“I’m conducting an interview! ” came the voice again.
“Excuse him.”
“No, no. It’s lovely,” I said, “How long have you two been married?”
His husband is an “unemployed layabout”, in Black’s terms, not mine, whom he met during his days in secondary school. Though they didn’t reconnect until much later in life. He showed me pictures of them together, young and rowdy, casting uneasy glances at each other among friends. Walking down the hallway crowded with photos, I followed their life. From unsure crooked smiles to comfortable family candids, Black claims their love story is one for the ages.
“Twenty years, now. Two children, all grown up.”
“That’s impressive.”
“Isn’t it?” Black replied, looking down into the remains of his tea, pensive, “You know, it was Harry who convinced me to finally publish my novels. I’d thought about it for years, had them all written out.”
“All seven?”
“All seven, just sitting in a drawer!”
“If you hadn’t originally planned on publishing them, then what was the purpose?” I asked.
Seven novels chronicling the tense political schism in a society of magic users, the journey from innocence to awakening, a war to end all wars– sat in a drawer collecting dust. Except, Black said, his children did hear the same story growing up. Though, less polished. I was reminded of a photo I saw in that hallway, of a little blonde girl resting on a younger Black’s knee, reading from what looked to be some sort of parchment.
“It was therapeutic. A… retelling of my entire life in a way that seemed just as all-encompassing as it felt when it was happening. I was raised to have an incredibly skewed moral compass, and as time went on I began to heal, and reframe, but there was always this need to let it out. All of it, every last bit, so I could see it laid out before me.”
“So, you wrote.”
Black nodded, “I wrote. Only then could I truly understand myself and the world around me.”
“Based on what you’ve said, is it correct to assume that the main character is based on yourself?”
“In a sense. I think my biggest fear during the publishing process was that people would not sympathize with Lucien… that they would see his redemption as undeserved, a feeling I’ve carried my whole life.”
Lucien, the anti-hero of the series, received mixed reviews in the press. His many crimes were never glossed over in the books, as the character struggled internally throughout– sometimes excusing himself, other times devolving into self-loathing and punishment. Some critics claimed that the character was too far gone to receive a happy ending, while others lauded Black for his ability to write such a morally dubious character in a way that could be seen as relatable or understandable by the end.
“Did you get the reaction you were hoping for?”
“To this day, I’m still not quite sure. In the end, though, I realized that I didn’t need people to understand or sympathize with him, I just needed them to see him.”
“Well, he’s been seen by over fifty million readers. How does that make you feel?”
“Rather exposed, wouldn’t you think?”
“I would,” I agreed, “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to pivot a bit here, into something that may be a bit more personal.”
“Please.”
“You received criticism after the fourth instalment, in which Lucien realizes that he is gay, from both sides of the political spectrum. Some on the right were disappointed in his being gay at all, while the left felt that you were painting queer people in a poor light in an already intense political landscape. What would your response be to these critics?”
Black leaned back in his chair, comically stroking his chin, “I think I’d say… that I don’t fucking care what they think.”
“That’s quite blunt.”
“I’ve never been one for cutting verbal corners. More fictional queer people should be horrible and evil, until they equal the numbers of their real-world, heterosexual counterparts.”
“Well said.”
“Do you have anything else you’d like to ask me? I’m afraid my daughter will be arriving for lunch in just a few minutes.”
I thought about this for a few moments. Did I want to ask him about his current writing process? If we should be expecting a new work anytime soon? Ultimately, I decided on a question I felt would cater to him, as he’d given me this unique opportunity in the first place.
“Is there any specific character based on your husband in the books?”
A laugh resounded from the living room, and Black’s mouth turned up in a shy smile.
“Why, his school rival, of course,” Black replied.
“The one who Lucien beat to a pulp on the Quitchball field?” I replied, admittedly flabbergasted.
“Quite so.”
Harry joined us then in the kitchen, ruffling Black’s hair a bit before picking up the mugs we’d been drinking from, “I’ll have you know, Georgie, that I was the one who did most of the beating. You can go and tell that to the press.”
“Oh, I will,” I promised, and now I have.
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(Name) opened her door, a smile on her face. “Poks, Poni! Welcome!”
The two walked in, looking around her less than impressive apartment. “Oh, wow… it’s certainly an apartment.”
Pokkle elbowed the blue haired girl, who coughed before speaking up. “What I mean is, this place is lovely.”
“Thanks Poni, but I know it… average? I mean at East there’s no pests. My last apartment had a bad rat problem.”
They both grimaced.
“Yeah, they were like the size of my arm. Thought of keeping one as a pet. I mean, they were dog sized.”
“Dog s- never mind. We brought some gifts.”
(Name) gasped when they pulled out a gift basket and pot of flowers. “Guys, you shouldn’t have!”
She placed the basket on her counter, before looking at the pot of flowers. “What are these?”
Ponzu smiled, her bees flying around the small red flowers. “They’re poppies, Poppy!”
“Poppy?”
The two smiled at her. “Yeah, it’s your nickname. You call us Poks and Poni, so we’re gonna call you poppy!”
(Name) laughed. “Oh really? Is there a reason for that name specifically?”
———————
(Name) packed her suitcase yet again after seeing off her two friends. ‘I’m going to miss them…’
She pulled her suitcase towards the airport, where she’d be meeting Gon and Killua.
It was early July, and the two had asked her to join them on whale island to catch up and train.
“(Name)!”
She gasped when she felt someone jump onto her back. “G-Gon?”
He laughed, hugging her from behind as she tried not to fall over. “Hey, did you miss me?”
The weight on her back disappeared as she heard yelling from behind her. “Gon, you idiot you can’t just jump on people!”
“Killua!”
She turned around and pulled the two boys into a hug. “I missed you both so much. My sweet boys!”
Gon laughed, Killua halfheartedly swatting her away. “Let’s get boarded, and we can talk then!”
(Name) nodded slowly as they explained what happened in Heavens Arena. “You fought Hisoka? Gon…”
She patted his cheek, the boy leaning into her touch. “I’m okay, (Name). It was a… learning experience.”
(Name) sighed before leaning back in her seat. “I understand you want to get stronger, Gon, but please be careful.”
Gon nodded. “I promise I’ll be careful!”
They arrived on whale island after around 2-4 days of travel.
“Wow, it’s been such a long time since I’ve stood on my home ground! Ahh, the air smells so good!”
The two sniffed the air as (Name) pulled her suitcase behind them. “So, where’s your house?”
“We gotta take a bus to your house, right?”
“There aren’t any buses!”
(Name) hummed as she walked around, stopping by a market stall. She bought some bread and cheese, walking back to the two boys as they continued talking.
“It’ll take all night to get there? What are we going to eat?”
Gon held up his apple, and (Name) laughed. “Well good thing I grabbed extra.”
The three walked along the river, eating the food (Name) got along with the apples the captain gave them.
Early the next morning, the three spotted Gon’s house. (Name) trailed behind them, Gon pulling her suitcase.
“Aunt Mito, I’m back!”
Aunt Mito waved at them from the porch, (Name) sighing in relief. ‘Oh thank god.’
Killua and (Name) blinked when Gon sprinted off to hug Aunt Mito. They watched as they chatted for a moment, then Aunt Mito looked up.
“Oh, are these two friends of yours?”
“Yeah, we met during the Hunter Exam! She’s (Name), and he’s Killua!”
Aunt Mito smiled at the two. “Oh right, the ones your wrote about in your letter!”
(Name) gave them a polite greeting. “Hello, thank you so much for allowing us to stay.” she elbowed killua to get him to give a greeting as well.
“Hello…”
“Gon this is the first time you’ve ever brought home some friends to visit! (Name), Killua, right? I’m Gon’s Aunt Mito, I hope you two feel right at home!”
They followed her inside, (Name) setting her suitcase by the door. The two peeked inside it, both having places their extra clothes in as well.
“I really wish you would have let me know before hand you were coming home, I could of prepared something.” Aunt Mito said with a sigh, taking out ingredients.
(Name) hovered around the kitchen, feeling a bit useless.
“Whatever you’ve got is fine!” Gon said, grabbing (Name)’s hand and pulling her towards the living room.
“Well you knows it’s not every day we have guests in the house!”
“No, really, it’s fine.” Killua replied to Aunt Mito.
“I could help if you need it, I promise!” (Name) said, peeking into the kitchen again. Aunt Mito waves her off.
“You’re a guest dear, you just relax, I’m sure the journey here was tough on you.”
(Name) twiddled her thumbs, the two boys standing on either side of her.
“Now that you mention it we are kind of hungry. We’ve been walking since last night, so yeah!” Gon said, leaning his head against (Name)’s arm.
“Well I guess that explains why you three are so dirty. (Name) why don’t you go take a bath in my room? Gon, Killua, you two can use the big bathroom down the hall.”
“Wait right now?”
“Yes, just leave me your clothes. I’ll wash them later.”
(Name) gave her a polite nod before walking towards the room she pointed to.
After a nice shower, she walked back to the kitchen, sitting at the table. “Miss Mito, are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help?”
“Just Mito is fine, and it’s almost ready. You could help set the table, though!”
(Name) jumped up at this. “On it!”
Killua and Gon walked into the room, both now clean and wearing different clothes. The girl couldn’t help but squeeze their cheeks. “Aww, I think this is the first time I’ve seen you both all nice and clean.”
She gave them a hug before continuing her work. Killua followed behind her like a lost puppy, occasionally jumping back when she’d turn around.
‘Haha, he doesn’t want her to know he’s following her!’ Gon thought, snickering.
(Name) helped Mito set the table, patting Killua’s head as she took her seat. “Hungry?”
He nodded slowly, (Name) giggling at his excited face.
“This tastes great!” Killua said, happily munching on an omelette. (Name) nodded in agreement.
“You think so?”
“I told you Aunt Mito’s cooking is the best in the world!”
“Mito, you’ve got to show me how you got these omelettes to be so fluffy!”
The red haired woman laughed, basking in the compliments. “Of course!”
As they ate, Mito passed out more food,
“Here, try these.”
Killua stared at the red peppers, picking them off his plate and placing them on another.
“Killua! You really shouldn’t pick at your food like that. Don’t you know red peppers are good for you? You should at least try it.”
“Ahaha, actually I’m not really a big fan of these. Sorry.”
“Oh good, at least you’re not allergic to them! They’re delicious. Go ahead and take a bite, you’ll know what I mean.”
“She’s right Killua. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“Ahh! Mom, quick, get a towel!”
———————
The two left to go play in the forest nearby, leaving (Name) with Aunt Mito.
“So, how was your experience with the Hunter Exam?”
(Name) sighed, sitting down in front of her. “Exhausting, but…”
She glanced down at her phone’s Home Screen, smiling to herself. “I met a lot of important people there. Gon and Killua included. You raised a really sweet boy, Mito.”
Mito laughed, handing her a cup of tea. “I would hope so. Tell me, what was he like during the exam? He wouldn’t tell me everything, and I would like to know more.”
(Name) told her as much information as she could without potentially getting her younger friend in trouble. Mito nodded along, giggling when she saw how hot (Name)’s face got when she talked about Kurapika.
“So, this Kurapika… you like him, don’t you?”
(Name) sighed, hiding her flushed face. “Is it that easy to tell?”
Mito laughed. “Yes, it is. He must be quite special to have caught the attention of a sweet girl like you.”
They talked into the evening, and this time Mito allowed (Name) in the kitchen to help her cook. She taught her several tips and tricks, (Name) writing each one down.
The two boys got back all dirty again, being scolded and told to go take another bath. After that, they all ate dinner together.
“Time for bed, you two. I’ll be up in a moment, okay?”
Mito blinked when the two immediately listened to (Name)’s words. After the two were out of sight, (Name) realized what she’d done. “Oh, sorry Mito! I’ve just gotten used to taking care of them.”
“No, please don’t be sorry for that. I can’t tell you how thankful I am knowing Gon had someone like you by his side during the Hunter Exam.”
They shared a smile, before (Name) got up and stretched. “I should be getting to bed too. First I need to go say goodnight to both of them.”
She waved to Mito before walking to their shared room.
“(Name)!”
Gon was about to leap out of bed to greet her, but stopped when she shook her head. “Wait there, I’m coming.”
(Name) sat down beside him and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Goodnight, Gon. Sweet dreams.”
“Goodnight, (Name)!”
She move on to Killua, who was impatiently waiting for her. She gave him a peck on the forehead. “Goodnight, Killua. Sweet dreams…”
She gave him another forehead kiss when he pouted at her. “And one more for good luck!”
The white haired boy swatted her away halfheartedly again, (Name) laughing. “Oh, I get it, you want me to go, huh?”
She stood up, about to leave before Killua grabbed her arm. She glanced back at him inquisitively, the boy unsure why he’d done that himself.
“… could you stay a little longer? Just until we fall asleep?”
(Name) took a second to register this request. ‘Where did this come from?’
Nevertheless, she sat back down, the boy snuggling up onto her lap. She hummed quietly as she ran her fingers through his hair.
Unbeknownst to them, Mito watched the scene from outside the door. ‘How cute…’
———————
(Name) woke up when she felt someone kick her. “Ow…”
She blinked her eyes open to see killua snuggled up against her, having kicked her in his sleep. ‘Did I fall asleep in the boys room?’
She attempted to get up, but the boy clinging to her grumbled at that. She glanced at the window to see it was still night time, maybe early morning. (Name) settled back into bed, making herself comfortable before going back to sleep.
“Alright boys, (Name), it’s time to get up!”
“Yes, Aunt Mito!”
Killua and (Name) groaned when the boy shook them. “Wake up!”
The sun peaked in through the window, shining down on the pair. Night was over, and (Name) had to use the bathroom.
“Okay, Killua, you gotta let go of me now.”
The boy didn’t answer, only cuddling into her closer. “Gon, can I get some help here?”
Gon ran over and grabbed Killua, pulling him away so (Name) could escape. She watched in amusement as the boy searched for her in his sleep, handing him a pillow to be her substitute.
After using the bathroom, she returned to the boys room to make sure Killua was up. He was, but barely. (Name) opened up her suitcase and laid out a pair of clothes for him to change into before going to her own room to unpack.
She unlocked her phone, scrolling to Kurapika’s contact and attempting to call him.
‘Oh, no service…’
For some reason, this made her… nervous. She would be alright going a few days without speaking to him because she knew it was because she didn’t have any service.
But he wouldn’t know.
Kurapika paced, his nen master raising an eyebrow an eyebrow at his unusual behavior. “What’s up with you, Kurapika? You’re acting strange.”
The blonde huffed, pulling his phone out and glancing at the time. On whale island, it should be around 10 am, and they usually called at 8 am her time every morning.
“Nothing. Nothing at all.”
His pacing continued. “Are you thinking of that girl again?”
Kurapika paused, shooting his master a look. “Tansy none of your business.”
“It is when it’s affecting your training.”
He sighed, sitting down in front of his master. ‘Is she really affecting my training?’
(Name) sighed. The day had passed by quickly, Gon and Killua watching a movie she downloaded on her phone as she folded laundry before bed.
“We’re gonna get the internet set up in two days, then you’ll be able to contact Kurapika again.”
Gon was trying to reassure her, but she could only continue holding to keep her mind off of it.
Kurapika tossed and turned again that night. He struggled to sleep without the sound of her sleeping on the phone. He slid open his phone and listened to a voice message she sent.
‘Hey, Pika, I just found the cutest dress! I’ll send you a picture in a minute. But before that, let me tell you about the crazy day I had!’
He chuckled as the message continued, eyes getting heavy as she explained her day. Kurapika clutched his blanket, chest feeling heavy.
‘Have I gotten so used to her that sleeping without her is impossible?’
Kurapika was able to drift off, but not peacefully. The weight of this knowledge weighed heavy on his heart.
‘Can’t… can’t keep going on like this.’
———————
“Once you got that cable hooked up, we should be able to access the internet!” Killua said, directing Gon.
(Name) eat near them, occasionally handing Gon tools.
“Gon?”
The boy leaped up to peer over the roof at Mito. “Yes?”
“I’m going out for a little while, could you watch the place?”
“Yeah, okay!”
“Thanks, I appreciate it!”
Gon glanced at (Name) and Killua, giggling to himself. The two ended up watching Mito’s bar.
Killua sat behind the counter, looking sleepy as (Name) swept the floors. When she heard him yawn, she made sure to finish up so she could carry him home to nap.
Unfortunately, he fell asleep before she was finished. (Name) shook her head at the boy, picking him up carrying him to his room so he could sleep peacefully.
When she tried to untangle the boy and lay him down, he grumbled again and refused to let go. ‘Oh, Killua…’ she thought, lying down with him. ‘Good thing Mito’s mother saw us leave…’
She attempted to keep herself awake, humming to the boy as he slept, but couldn’t help dozing off with him.
(Name) rubbed her eyes as she woke up, glancing out the window to see Mito cutting Gon’s hair.
“Oh, you two are awake! You both fell asleep on the job.” Gon said, Mito moving his head to trim the other side.
“Gon! Are you getting your hair cut?” Killua asked, climbing off of the bed.
“Yeah, it was getting kind of long.”
“Okay, now how about you? Do you want a haircut? Looks like you can use a trim.” Mito asked.
Killua glanced between the scissors and Mito, (Name) picking up on his anxieties.
“I can cut your hair, Killua.”
This made him sigh in relief. “Yes, that sounds good.”
(Name) sat him down in a chair outside, wrapping a towel around the white haired boy. “Wow, Killua, your hair is so soft…”
She ruffled his hair, causing Killua to huff. “Hey, I said you could cut it, not play with it.”
(Name) laughed, beginning to trim it. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just…”
She ran her fingers through his hair, humming. “You’re kind of like a dandelion. Hmm…”
She closed her eyes, then blew on his hair. The boy laughed, swatting at her half heartedly. “Hey, what was that for?”
“I just made a wish! They say if you blow on a dandelion and make a wish, it comes true!”
Gon nodded, sitting on the ground next to them. “Oh, I heard of that too! Aunt Mito said you gotta close your eyes and wish with all of your heart!”
Killua tilted his head. “Really? I never heard of that… so, (Name), what did you wish for?”
She giggled, continuing with his haircut. “Can’t tell you that, silly, then it won’t come true!”
Killua closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hair being cut. ‘Hmm… this is nice.’
———————
Kurapika jumped when he heard his phone ring. He scrambled over to it, heart soaring when he saw (Name)’s contact.
“(Name)!”
He melted when he heard her giggle on the other end of the line. “Pika! Sorry for the wait, whale island has like no signal! Gon and Killua just got the Wi-Fi set up here, so I can at least call.”
“Oh…”
Several situations of why she hadn’t called had gone through his mind. They ranged from her forgetting, to purposefully not calling him, to her being injured or even dead. Not once did he stop to think there may be a simpler explanation like not having service.
“I’m having so much fun though! Toady Mito, or well Gon’s Aunt Mito taught me how to make the fluffiest omelettes! I can’t wait to make one for you, Pika!”
Although his tummy filled with butterflies at the thought of making something specifically for him, he couldn’t let those fuzzy feelings linger. “(Name), I need to… ask something of you.”
She went quiet, before nodding. “Go ahead, Pika.”
He inhaled, hand shaking as he looked down at her contact photo. It was the picture of her kissing his cheek, something he would never be able to forget.
“… never mind, it’s nothing. Please, tell me more about your time on Whale Island so far.”
Although she could tell he wanted to say something, she didn’t want to push him. After all, if it was something important, he’d tell her when he was ready.
After a few hours of mindless chatting, Kurapika ended the call. He bit his lip, swiping through the pictures (Name) had sent him.
He stared down at the pair of earrings she’d sent him for his birthday, holding them up to the light. They were rubies that dangled on silver chains, and he had been meaning to wear them.
Kurapika took the first one out of the box, eyes softening. They were beautiful, and he didn’t want to think about how much she spent on them. He put the first one on, using a stream as a mirror.
‘Pretty…’
Kurapika might not look like it, but he was a fan of jewelry. He tried to hide this little interest of his, not wanting to come across as greedy. After all, Kurapika was after people that collected disgusting things, he didn’t want to be associated with them in the slightest.
But right now, he allowed himself to stare at the dangling jewel, turning his head in different directions to watch it glitter in the setting sun.
He put the other one in before standing up. With a final look at himself in the stream, he knew what he had to do.
When the awful thought of (Name) possibly being hurt or kidnapped because of her ties to him crossed his mind, his immediate reaction was to do anything to get her back. And that… scared him. How had he let himself grow so attached to a person, let himself get so… soft?
Was he really willing to not only put her in danger, but jeopardize his mission because of her? If it came down between her and defeating the Phantom Troupe or collecting the scarlet eyes, what would he choose?
Kurapika scrolled to her contact, sliding to the left and pressing mute. ‘I can’t… I can’t allow myself to grow soft. She’s… she’s becoming a liability.’
He opened up his satchel, pulling out the small postcard she had sent along with the earrings.
“Though they dull in comparison to your scarlet eyes, I thought rubies would be the closest to complimenting them. Happy 18th birthday Pika, I hope I can celebrate it with you next year!”
-Love, (Name)
He felt tears well up in his eyes. Kurapika was really about to go through with it.
‘I’m such a coward, couldn’t even tell her that I could never see her again…’
He stuffed the note back into his satchel, throwing it over his shoulder.
“Master, I’m ready.”
———————
(Name) hummed to herself, taking a picture of her new pajamas and sending it to Kurapika and Leorio before leaving the bathroom.
Like usual, Leorio was quick to respond.
Oreo: looks great, sunshine!
She giggled, sending him a quick text back.
(Name): thanks, Leorio! Can’t wait to see you this September!!
(Name) waited for Kurapika to respond, eyebrows furrowing when five minutes passed without a response. ‘Hmm, he must be busy…’
“(Name), help!”
The girl looked up to see the boys rushing into the bathroom past her, Gon carrying something in his arms.
“(Name) knows medical stuff, she should be able to help!”
Gon pulled her into the bathroom, showing her some type of small cub. “Oh, Gon…”
The poor thing was panting, barely hanging on to life. They moved out of her way, allowing her to badge its wounds and place it on a towel.
“Gon, sweetheart…”
She was trying to think of how to deliver the new that the little cub wouldn’t make it when they began fighting.
“No way, I’m not gonna let you do that!” Gon exclaimed, pushing his friend away.
“Get out of the way, it’s too late! Listen to his breathing, he can’t be saved so I’m putting him out of his misery!” Killua said.
“No, you can’t kill him!”
“He’s not going to survive!”
“No, he will okay, because (Name) and I are gonna help him!”
“Ugh! That’s it, out of my way!”
(Name) stepped forward, pushing the two apart. “Hey, this isn’t a time to be fighting!”
“That cub is dying, so I just want to put an end to its suffering! Isn’t that obvious? It’s not going to survive, so it’s stupid to try and save it.”
“Killua…”
She grunted when she felt his sharpened nails pierce her skin. “I know you just want to end its suffering, but right now it’s alive, and I won’t let you be responsible for another living beings death!”
He stepped back a little, retracting his claws as his eyes bore into his hands. Blood, HER blood was coating his fingertips.
“Killua, let me shoulder this burden, okay? You’re a child, you shouldn’t be responsible for this.”
He sat down, bringing his knees to his chest. “But… killing is all I know.”
The room was silent for a moment, only the sound of the small animal panting able to be heard.
“Wait, we do know a way Killua! Our nen, we can use our nen to save the cub! Like when Wing transmitted his aura into us! Remember? He taught us that every living thing has its own aura!”
(Name) watched at the white haired boy perked up. ‘Nen?’
“You’re right… if we can enhance the aura of that cub, he could make it. It’s worth a try!”
The two approached the cub, their hands hovering over it. The air felt strange, like there was static surrounding her.
“Watch this, (Name). It’s something we learned in Heavens Arena.” Gon said, beckoning her forward.
“Let’s take it slow at first, we don’t want to risk hurting it.” Killua replied, glancing at (Name)’s bleeding arm.
For the next hour, the two kept their hands over the cub. (Name) gasped when she noticed it’s condition stabling, laughing. “It’s working, oh my god!”
The next morning, the three watched as the cub joined its father by the lake. (Name) stood behind the two, smiling.
“That was a very important thing you did, Killua.”
He turned, lip quivering. “Uh, thanks… ya know…”
His fingers ghosted over the bandage on her arm, eyes beading with tears. “I’m sorry.”
She waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t be. It was an accident.”
Gon ran over to them. “Okay, they’re gone! Let’s go home.”
“Alright then, it’s best we do before Mito gets worried.”
She kneeled down and brought to two into a hug, giving each a kiss on the forehead. “I’m so proud of you two.”
Killua closed his eyes contentedly, holding onto the back of her shirt and Gon giggled.
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(Name) waved to the two boys from the boat as she left whale island. “I’ll see you two in August! Be safe, boys!”
“We’ll miss you, (Name)!” Gon yelled as Killua waved to her shyly by his side.
The three made plans for them to stay at (Name)’s apartment to save money while they were in York New. It was a good idea, considering how expensive the housing could be there.
After their night of saving the cub, the two taught her about nen, though she still didn’t understand it. Apparently a teacher was supposed to come and train her soon.
(Name) began planning for their arrival as soon as she got home. She had two Hunter missions she needed to go on before September 1st, both simple body guarding jobs. After that, she’d have enough money to put a good amount into savings, and the rest could be used for rent and groceries.
Every day until September 1st, (Name) called Kurapika. He didn’t answer her calls, her texts, nothing. She was always left on delivered.
(Name) knew it was probably because he was busy with work, but she couldn’t help but worry for her dear friend.
‘I miss him…’
She held a hand over her heart, feeling it thump against her chest painfully. Her heart was aching, yearning for him. All (Name) wanted was to hear his voice again, to know he still thought about her.
That he still cared.
She set down her phone after calling him again, sighing. ‘It’s only one more week, then I’ll see him again. I’m sure he’s just been too busy with training and his new job…’
Ever the optimistic woman, (Name) continued working on getting her apartment ready for guests.
——————
(Name) yawned, waiting at the airport on an early August morning.
“(Name)!”
Yes again, Gon jumped onto (Name), this time she was waiting with open arms. He laughed as she spun him around, squeezing him out. “Hey, Gon!”
Killua walked up, scolding his friend for being so tough with her. “Killua!”
She pulled him into a hug, the boy relaxing. “It’s nice to see you again, (Name).”
She their hair before leading them to her van. “Let’s get going, we’ll drop your bags off at my place and then you two can explore to your hearts content.”
The two grabbed a snack from her fridge before leaving to do some research. “Be back before dinner time, okay? I promised your Aunt Mito that I’d take care of you, and that means not letting you two only eat junk food!”
“Yes, (Name)!”
They waved as they raced out of her apartment.
‘With those two’s appetites, I’ll have to go grocery shopping to have enough for dinner…’
(Name) pulled on her shoes on, leaving her key under the rug. She sent Killua a quick text before leaving.
(Name): Headed into town, if you two come back before I get home, my keys are under the rug! There’s snacks and drinks in the fridge!
Dandelion: thanks, (Name). Gon says be safe
She giggled to herself, placing her phone in her pocket.
Later that night, the two returned home grumpy, butting heads with each other as they entered the door.
“What happened with you two?” (Name) asked as she pulled off her apron. They relaxed slightly when the scent of dinner hit their noses.
“Killua lost all our money!”
“Hey, you gotta lose money to make money!”
(Name) sighed. “Boys, sit down. We can talk about it after dinner.”
They were quiet as they ate, (Name) smiling as they inhaled their food. It was obvious they were starving after running around the city all day.
“Okay, you two start talking and I’ll get the table cleaned up.”
They began explaining what happened, (Name) nodding along as she cleared the plates and started washing dishes. “Hmm, well I see both of your points. Killua did take a big risk and lost a lot of money, but Gon’s method was too slow and wouldn’t have made enough money by the time the auction started.”
She place a piece of cake in front of both of them. “You can think about what to do in the morning, rest and have some cake.”
Gon sighed, giving her a smile. “Sorry for troubling you, (Name).”
She shook her head. “Don’t be sorry. You’re my friends, I’ll do everything I can to help you accomplish your goals, Gon.”
After dessert, (Name) tucked the two into bed, glad she had a spare bedroom. “Goodnight, boys. My room is right down the hall if you need me.”
She smiled before closing the door behind her.
———————
A week passed by, September 1st finally arriving. (Name) woke up early, making a big breakfast and calling Kurapika yet again.
‘Still no answer…’
Now that was strange. They were supposed to be meeting September 1st, so it didn’t make sense for him not answer. ‘He… he’s probably still busy with his job.’
That excuse was getting harder to believe, but she shook the frown from her face and smiled. “Boys, breakfast is ready!”
The two came racing into the kitchen, making their plates before sitting at the table to eat. “Thanks, (Name)!”
As they finished their food, Gon looked up. “Are you coming with us today? Leorio supposed to be meeting us in the market.”
(Name) nodded, taking their cleared plates. “Yeah, give me 15 minutes to get dressed.”
She threw on a pair of jeans and a warm cardigan and followed the Gon and Killua to the market.
(Name) trailed behind the two as they walked, occasionally stopping at stalls to browse their wares. She wanted to get everyone a little gift to give them when they all met up. So far she had something for Gon and Leorio, only needing to shop for Kurapika and Killua.
She considered getting Kurapika more jewelry, after all he’d been incredibly happy with the earrings she’d gifted him, but decided against it. She didn’t want to give him a similar gift twice in a row, so it would have to be something else.
“A cellphone?”
“Yeah! Kurapika was planning on getting here yesterday, and Leorio will be meeting us here, so a cellphone will come in handy.”
(Name) perked up at Gon’s words, the girl drifting closer to listen.
“Kurapika said he has an assignment, so he might not have time to see us…”
She blinked. ‘He told Gon that but not… me?’
“An assignment?”
“Mhm. He said if he has free time he’ll call, and who knows when that could be. So that’s why I want a cellphone.”
Her heart sank at the thought of not being able to see Kurapika. She’d been so excited, and the thought of seeing him again had been the only reason she kept going at times. Gon sensed this, quickly waving his hands. “Oh, but I’m sure he’ll at least want to see you, (Name)! You know he has a soft spot for you!”
She sighed, ruffling the boys hair. “Yeah…”
She pushed her worry away, rubbing her arm as the salesman spoke.
“You want a deal? Here you go! This phone is the latest thing. It’s small, thin, and light and it comes with a GPS system to help you find your way around.”
“What do you think?” Killua asked Gon as he absentmindedly patted (Name)’s arm in an attempt to comfort her.
“Well, the price is right and it would fit in my pocket… yeah I think I’ll take it.”
“You don’t want that one.”
The three started to slowly turn around, (Name)’s eyes brimming with tears.
“You can’t roam with it and it’s not even waterproof. I’d go with this one over here if I were you.”
“Leorio!”
“Yo!”
(Name) jumped into his arms, the man spinning her around as they both laughed. “Leoriooo! I missed you!”
“Right back at you, sunshine.”
He kissed her forehead, causing her to break out into giggles. The two boys glanced at each other.
“Is it just me, or do they seem a lot closer now?” Killua whispered to Gon.
“Well, living together for nearly four months will do that.”
Leorio got them their phones, and began walking back to (Name)’s apartment. “Are you staying with me too, Leorio?”
“Nah, I got my own hotel. Don’t wanna make your apartment too crowded.”
“Aww, but I slept in your bed with you for months! I promise I don’t mind.”
Leorio blushed at that, the two boys laughing at his reaction. "Hey, don't say that in front of them."
"Why? It's not like we did anything."
She giggled, the taller man's face going red. "Hey!Quiet down.”
They say in (Name's apartment, using her computer to look up information as she prepared some snacks.
"Hey, sunshine, can you grab me a beer?"
"Coming up!”
Killua scoffed, flicking the man on the back of head.
"Why are you acting like she's your little housewife? You can get it yourself.”
"Hey! (Name), Killua is picking on me!"
'What is he, a kid?'
(Name) came back carrying a tray of snacks in her hands and a beer under her arm. "Here, Leorio." She set down the tray before kissing his cheek. "Find anything yet?"
He sighed, cheeks turning pink. "A few things."
‘What the hell is their relationship!?' Killua thought, eyebrow twitching.
Before the three left to start a conditional auctioning, (Name) stopped Leorio.
“Has…”
She held onto his sleeve, staring down at the floor. “Has Pika talked to you recently?”
Leorio raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, a few days ago he informed me he had a new job. Has he not been in contact with you?”
(Name) seemed to deflate slightly. “He… hasn’t talked to me in a month…”
This seemed to genuinely surprise Leorio, the man taking a step back. “What?! A month? But the two of you were calling every day, even falling asleep on the phone together!”
She groaned. “I know! It’s so weird. I’ve been telling myself it’s because he’s just busy but…”
Now it was hard to hang onto that excuse. “Hey, I’m sure there’s some reason he hasn’t called. To be fair, he’s only texted me a handful of times this month.”
She nodded slowly, looking up. “Yeah…”
Gon held her hand. “I’m sure he wouldn’t ignore you on purpose. Kurapika cares about you a whole lot! There has to be a reason! I bet his new job has been suuuper time consuming!”
“Yeah!”
(Name) smiled, the boy grinning back. “There we are! I love your smile, (Name)!”
She giggled, ruffling his hair. “You little charmer. You boys go on, I’ll have dinner ready when you all get back.”
She waved them off and closed the door behind them.
“Oh, Pika…”
She sank to the floor, holding her phone in her hand. Her finger hovered over the call button, but before she could call him again, she stopped.
‘He won’t answer, anyway.’ she thought bitterly, picking herself up.
(Name) brushed her pants off before lightly smacking her cheeks. ‘I can’t think like that. I gotta trust him. He said he’d always be there for me! I just have to… I just have to believe in him!’
She grabbed her purse, throwing it over her shoulder before running out the front door. ‘I’ll get some grocery shopping done. Maybe I’ll even find presents for them!’
——————
(Name) finished her shopping, having secured a gift for both Kurapika and Killua. She hummed to herself, glancing down at her grocery list.
“Need more celery, milk, eggs… ouch!”
(Name) tumbled to the ground, quickly gathering her things. “Watch it, girl.”
(Name) looked up to see a man glaring daggers at her. This didn’t bother her, though. No, (Name) jumped up and began frantically checking over the stranger. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Are you okay? I wasn’t paying attention. Did you get hurt? I have bandaids in my ba-“
The man stepped out of her way before he continued walking. “Tch, annoying.”
She blinked, crouching back down to pick up the rest of her things when she spotted it.
A wallet. There was nothing to identify the man with inside of it, only a few unmarked bills and a picture of a group of children. She tilted her head. “Sir, sir you dropped your-“
But he was gone. (Name) smacked a hand over her forehead. ‘Maybe I’ll bump into him again. Can’t leave it here��’
She stuffed the wallet into her backpack, sighing. (Name) pouted at her scraped elbow, taking out a bandaid and slapping it onto her wound before walking away.
As the sun began to set, (Name) started cooking dinner. The boys would be out late, meaning she could really take her time.
After hours of arm wrestling, Gon walked into her apartment, the other two trailing behind him.
“Just in time, dinner is ready!”
Leorio nodded sleepily, sitting down at the kitchen table to eat dinner. “Leorio, why don’t you stay here tonight? York New is dangerous during the day, it’s suicide to be walking around at night.”
Leorio munched on his dinner as he thought this over. “Alright. Hope your bed is big enough for the both us of.”
“Probably!”
——————
(Name) attempted to untangle herself from her tall friend the next morning, whining. “Leorio, gotta pee!”
“Five more minutes…”
He turned over, pulling her along with him. ‘Now I remember why I moved.’
“KILLUA! GON!”
The two came rushing in, Gon slipping and falling on Leorio’s pants he’d thrown off in the middle of the night. “You pervert, I should have known!”
Killua bonked him on the head, pulling him off the bed and throwing him at the hall. “Woah- MY BACK!”
(Name) was too busy wobbling to the bathroom to notice the two laying into the taller man, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
When she got back, she had to separate the three as they rolled on the floor. “Okay, okay, let him go.”
The four ate breakfast in silence, poor Leorio having a swollen cheek and several bruises. “Sorry, Leorio. You kind of have a reputation…”
Leorio sighed. “It’s alright. You two coming to protect (Name) like that is what you should do.”
But Leorio still tripped Killua when they walked out the door that morning, muttering something about payback. “Don’t wait up on us, sunshine. We’ll be out until the early morning.”
(Name) lingered by the door. “Are you sure you don’t want me to pack you some lunches, then? I-“
He silenced her with a peck on the forehead. “You’re too sweet. You just sit nice and pretty, and I’ll bring you home something nice, alright?”
(Name) felt her face heat up at his words, and to get him back, she fluttered her eyelashes at him. “Leorio, baby, not in front of the kids…”
He attempted to stutter out a response, only for his tongue to be tied. (Name) laughed and pushed him out of the door. “Byee! Don’t get into too much trouble!”
The entire day was spent doing chores, cleaning the house, making premade meals, and standing around waiting for Kurapika to call.
“Hmm…”
She stared at her phone that sat on the table, tilting her head one way then the other. “Hmmmmm…… okay I’m going to call him again.”
Ring…
Ring…
Ring…
“You gonna answer that?”
Kurapika didn’t answer the brute in front of him, only glancing at his phone to see (Name)’s smiling contact photo lighting up the screen. His heart thumped against his chest for just a moment before he steadied himself.
“Where do you want to die?”
“Some place where we won’t cause a disturbance, because you’ll be making a lot of noise when I kill you.”
Uvogin allowed the blonde to leave and grab something.
A shovel, but not just any shovel.
Kurapika stood in front of the storing shed in the back of (Name)’s apartment building. He glanced up to her window, a faint smile on his face when he spotted her silhouette twirling around in what he assumed was her kitchen.
‘That’s how it should be. Her unaware and happy while I carry this heavy burden.’
He put in the combination to the lock around the shed, remembering she told him it was her birthday 2 months ago.
‘Still the same combination? That’s not safe…’
He scolded himself for thinking this. ‘I shouldn’t care, I have more important things to worry about.’
Kurapika searched the shed until he spotted what he was after. ‘There it is…’
It wasn’t perfect, but would do in this situation. It was a large snow shovel, one she’d bought when she moved to York New and found out the snow was heavy in the winter. He didn’t have the heart to tell her at the time that the snow was shoveled by volunteers, meaning it would be useless to her.
But now it would be useful to him.
Kurapika closed the shed and carefully clicked the lock closed, attempting to make it seem like it hadn’t been open in the first.
——————
Kurapika shoveled dirt onto Uvogin’s corpse, eye blank. He glanced down at his dear friends snow shovel, only feeling slightly guilty as the evident dents in the metal.
‘She would forgive me. She always does.’
He made the long journey back to York New, slipping into the back of (Name)’s apartment building. Gone was the careful Kurapika who had been there a few hours before, now he shoved the dirty, bloody shovel into the shed, kicking the door when it caught on the ground.
He didn’t even both to make it seem like it hadn’t been tampered with, he was much too tired, much too emotionally and physically spent to care.
Kurapika lingered near (Name)’s apartment, feeling his legs nearly buckle as he attempted to walk away.
‘Have to… have to go. Can’t stay or…’
He’d subconsciously arrived at her doorstep, hand already reaching out to knock. Before he could stop himself, he knocked on the door twice.
“Be there in a second!”
His lip trembled at the sound of her voice. More than anything, he wanted to be with her right now. Kurapika had just gone through so much, he’d taken his first life.
The door opened slowly, and he pushed himself in, collapsing in her arms. “P-Pika?”
(Name) wasn’t sure how to feel in the moment. Her Pika had returned to her, but not in the way she had expected.
He was covered in blood, face pale and dirty. His clothes were torn, and she wasn’t sure what he’d been through.
“Pika? Are you hurt anywhere?”
Kurapika shook his head slowly, his grip on her tightening when she attempted to set him down. “Okay, okay… let’s try breathing in and out, okay?”
She sat down on the floor, allowing him to bury his head into her shoulder as he caught his breath. It was like standing on his own was impossible then, and he needed her support.
“Alright… there you go.”
She brushed his hair back to get a good look at his face. His eyes were a faint red, face covered in dirt and dried blood. She cupped his cheek, not caring a single bit about the mess collecting on her hand.
“Pika… what can I do? Do you want to talk about it?”
He shook his head, leaning into her touch. “Okay… let’s try some yes or no questions. Shake your head for no, nod for yes.”
He patiently waited for her to continue, eyes fluttering closed. “Do you want to take a bath?”
He nodded, head leaning forward to nuzzle against her shoulder. Although the circumstances weren’t perfect, it still felt nice to have her Pika with her again, especially when he was pulling her closer to him. It reminded her of the Hunter Exam, when they never went long without another.
“Okay, let’s get to the bathroom sweetheart.”
She struggled under his weight as she guided him to the bathroom. He didn’t talk the entire time, silent as she set him on the edge of the tub.
(Name) drew him a bath, occasionally having to struggle out of his grip. He kept a hand on her shirt the entire time, and when she strayed too far he pulled her into his arms, whimpering against her hair. “Pika, I’m not leaving, I’m just grabbing a towel…”
After his bath was ready, she attempted to walk out of the bathroom to give him some privacy.
“Pikaa…”
He was stopping her from leaving again, pulling her back by her hips. “Pika, what do you want?”
He gave her no answer, only pawing at her form like a sad puppy. Thinking he just wanted her near, she turned her head so he could get undressed. After five minutes, she turned to see he hadn’t made any moves to undress at all.
She shook her head in exasperation. “Okay, lift up your arms.”
He did so without question, (Name) pulling his shirt and undershirt off of him. When she moved to hook her thumbs under his pants, it was like he snapped awake from a dream.
Kuraoika shooed her hands away, face a light pink. She raised an eyebrow, then turned around so he could get undressed and sink into the warm water.
She turned back around and sighed. He was just sitting, knees pulled to his chest. “Pika…”
She sat at the edge of the tub, using a cup to wet his hair. Again, he leaned against her, soaking her shirt. “Aww, Pika…”
(Name) didn’t mind that much, though. She knew he wasn’t in the best headspace right now, and wanted to do whatever she could to help.
She washed his hair, giggling when he smiled at the feeling of her fingers massaging soap into his scalp. “That feel nice, Pika?”
He nodded against her, attempting to nuzzle into her soft tummy against but she pushed him back a little. “Hey, mister, you’re still wet. Wait until after your bath!”
He grumbled at that, but listened. She washed his upper half as much as possible, looking away as she washed his chest.
“Okay, Pika. I’m not going any further than that, you’ll have to take over sweetheart.”
She grabbed his hand and placed the rag in it. He stared at the rag, unmoving.
“Pika.”
“…”
“Pika you’ve gotta wash yourself.”
“…”
She took in a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I love you, so much. So much.”
She grabbed the rag and turned her head as she washed his legs, the blonde lifting his leg slightly. (Name) wanted to laugh. Usually Kurapika was very independent and easily embarrassed, but now he was completely naked, allowing her to see him at his most vulnerable and leaning into her touch.
But she didn’t laugh. That wouldn’t be right in her mind. Her friend had been through something traumatizing enough to the point he had gone nonverbal. And she couldn’t laugh at that.
“Okay, Pika, you’re all clean.”
She drained the tub, wrapping a fluffy towel around his form and helping him out of the tub. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
She sat him down, the blonde yet again attempting to pull her into his embrace again. “Pika, no! I’ve gotta get you some clothes, okay?”
The blonde tugged at her sleeve, looking up at her with watery eyes. “Pika…”
She cupped his cheeks, leaning down to peck his lips. “It’s just for a second, Pika. I’ll be right back.”
He seemed to melt under her touch, eyes fluttering shut as she planted kisses all over his face. “That better?”
He nodded, nuzzling against her palm. “Okay. I’ll give you more kisses in just a minute, just let me go.”
Kurapika considered this, glancing between her and the door before letting her go. (Name) made true on her word, returning only a minute later carrying a pair of pajama pants and a tshirt. “Sorry, it’s Leorio’s clothes, b-“
Kurapika seemed visibly disgusted when she attempted to dress him. He pushed the shirt away, shaking his head. “What… what’s wrong? These are the only clothes that’ll fit you, sweetheart.”
He kept pushing and shaking his head until (Name) sighed. “Well, I guess you can wear my clothes…”
He went still at this, relaxing when she walked over to her closet and pulled out some pajamas again. It was the ugliest t-shirt she owned. It had a screaming possum on the front, the text saying ‘LETS EAT TRASH AND GET HIT BY A CAR” in bright red comic sans font, along with a pair of hello kitty pajama pants.
This time he offered no resistance when she asked him to raise his arms. She slipped the shirt onto him, wincing at the sight of his thin frame. ‘He lost weight…’
He was able to put his pants on himself, following behind her like a lost puppy when she walked into the kitchen. She sat him down and took out one of the premade meals she made that day. ‘I’m so glad I made these…’
She heated it up, watching as Kurapika swayed at the table. He was exhausted, she needed to hurry so he didn’t pass out at her dinner table.
“Here, Pika, it’s hot.”
She set the plate of food in front of him, scolding herself. ‘Of course he can’t feed himself.’
“I’ve got it, sweetheart.”
She blew on a spoonful of food before bringing it to his lips. He took a bite, perking up a little. She continued, but apparently was too slow, because the blonde snatched the spoon from her hand and began to shovel his meal into his mouth.
“Woah, slow down, you’re gonna choke.”
He didn’t listen. Kurapika had trouble eating recently. Nothing tasted good, everything bland after he decided to cut his beloved (Name) out of his life, but right now the food in front of him tasted like heaven.
He finished his plate, sipping on the drink she’d offered him moments before. After that, he rubbed at his eyes, swaying again.
“Sleepy?”
He nodded slowly, allowing her to guide him to her bedroom. “Let’s get you tucked in.”
She tucked him into one side of her bed, making sure he was comfortable before climbing into the other side. “Goodnight, Pika.”
He said nothing as he scooted closer to her, burying his face in her chest. She sighed, running her fingers through his pretty blonde hair.
“Thank you…”
It was so quiet that (Name) wasn’t sure she’d heard anything at all, but he continued to mutter thanks and apologies against her shirt. “Sorry… so sorry, (Name).”
“What are you sorry for, Pika? You didn’t do anything wrong?”
He didn’t answer her, and when she felt her shirt grow wet with tears, she could only sigh. “I love you, Pika. You’re not a burden to me at all, so don’t apologize for this.”
If only she knew that he was apologizing for who he’s become in the future, what he’d do to her to further his cause. Maybe she would have been less forgiving.
Just maybe.
(Name) kissed the top of his head, beginning to him as he clung to her. His body wracked with sobs, his hands clawing at her back as he broke down. “Please… please… don’t hate me, (Name). Please…”
She was quiet, not knowing how to respond. (Name) could never hate him. In the morning, she could attempt to ease his fears, let him know just how much he meant to her.
“Shh, shh…” she cooed, giving him kisses all over his face. He accepted those kisses, sighing in contentment. Kurapika peered up at her with those pretty brown eyes, leaning into her touch.
“Lets rest, okay?”
He didn’t want to rest. In the morning, he would become a stranger to her, but his heavy eyelids wouldn’t allow him to stay awake. “… okay…”
She pulled him into her embrace, the feeling of her warm hands on his back allowing him to relax and sleep.
——————
Kurapika pulled on his clothes, glancing at the sleeping girl with half lidded eyes.
He bent down, brushing her hair out of her face so he could take a good look at her sleeping face. ‘So pretty…’
Kurapika stared at her for a while, feeling himself being drawn towards her. He shook his head, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehand before standing up.
“Goodbye, (Name). I wish you the best, truly.”
He lingered in the doorway, glancing down to the shirt he discarded on the floor, the one she dressed him in the night before.
‘She won’t miss this…’
He picked it up, placing it in his satchel before pulling on his tabard. He looked over himself in the mirror. Thanks to her help, he looked… passable. Clean, but nothing would help in hiding the dark circles under his eyes and slight hollowness in his cheeks.
Kurapika spared her one last glance before leaving her apartment.
‘I’ll miss you, angel.’
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One Direction fics with one of the main characters as a nanny for the other main character's child(ren) as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!
—Harry/Louis—
♡ Baby Steal My Heart Away by @snowy38
(E, 63k, rich Louis) Louis headed into the hall, seeing the Moses basket right away.
♡ somebody to love by dilfrry
(E, 51k, lawyer Harry) the single father harry and uni student nanny louis fic where if it wasn't for a little red headed spit fire they wouldn't have met
♡ we are honey and the bee by orphan_account
(M, 41k, uni) where harry plays rugby at uni, louis needs to hire a nanny, and life is one big cliche.
♡ All is fair in love and war by weddingbells / @pinkniall
(E, 34k, The Nanny au) The Nanny AU in which Louis is the sassy gay Nanny-by-accident taking care of the kids of movie director Harry Styles.
♡ Harry Poppins by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom
(E, 32k, Disney inspired) When Louis’ best friends pass away he finds himself with an instant family.
♡ we can get there (we can do it if we try) by @zouisclimax
(E, 28k, dad Louis) the one where Louis's a dad in desperate need for a new nanny. Harry's perfect for the job
♡ Everything Has Changed by louisgrindsonharry / @nauticalarry
(E, 27k, secret relationship) When Louis' sister can no longer watch his child, he needs to find a new nanny.
♡ honey, make this easy by sweetums / @darlou
(E, 25k, grief) Harry’s sister recently passed away, leaving him with temporary custody of her daughter.
♡ Barefoot in Blue Jeans by @indiaalphawhiskey
(E, 24k, footie player Louis) Louis Tomlinson is trying desperately hard not to fall for his son’s au pair, but he can’t, for the life of him, remember why.
♡ the love is ours to make (so we should make it) by @lingerielarries
(NR, 19k, punk Louis) the one where louis takes some time off from life to return home, only to be met with a strange boy in pink and a flowercrown as the nanny of his siblings.
♡ all i want for christmas is by pinkgelpen
(E, 17k, Christmas) Harry up against his side, his little four year old snuggled in his lap like it’s her favourite place, Louis could really believe they’re a real little family, off to their chalet to spend Christmas in the snow.
♡ I Will Care For You by @lululawrence
(NR, 15k, a/b/o) “Oh, Harry. Just get yourself a nanny.” Afton threw out the suggestion and Harry sat up. How had he not considered that?
♡ It'll Be by @styleandsin
(E, 13k, adoption) Louis hires Harry to be his Nanny, and it all works out great. Until Louis falls in love with him.
♡ Summer Solstice by teapotpourri / @neverhaveieva
(M, 7k, famous/not famous) After a tragic accident, twenty-two year old indie popstar, Harry Styles, is left to take care of his niece Lydia.
♡ cherries by resurrectdead
(G, 5k, humor) louis is a chaotic dad with chaotic twins and is in immense need of a nanny
—Rare Pairs—
♡ Better With You by harriet_vane
(T, 38k, Liam/Louis) Single parent and solo artist Liam Payne hires Louis Tomlinson to be a full time nanny to his four year old son Sammy.
♡ Be Here by winglesswarrior
(M, 20k, Louis/Liam) Liam's in dire need of a nanny for his twins, who are terrors. Niall might have an pretty unconventional option.
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📽️📺TV-Show & Movie-Based Fic Recs📺📽️
Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕
Ao3 Authors: 64PackofCrayola, Abliafina, AnadoraBlack, Andthentheybow, Anonymous, Arami_d004, Boasamishipper, Boostergold, Broke_Traveler, Buckybraciole, Chase_acow, Content_Scrapbooker, Copacet, Doodlewrite, Duchesscharliejames, Earthangel_44, FabuMazX, Foxhybridmikaelsonargent, Hangmanbradshaw, Happypuppys, Haridwar, Heir2slytherin, Icezansky, Infinitejaust, Katastrophe, Kerbyfullyloaded, Lawrussoauto, LetPeteBeMaverick, Lolibat, LulaluzHazel, Magdarko, MidnightBlast, Nimuetheseawitch, Orphan_account, Puckingrightschicago, ReformedTsundere, Rnadison, Road1985, Rosexpetals, Sreshaw, Thecarlysutra, ToukoJalorda003, Trinipedia, Winterbitch, WWISA.
/27 Dresses/
Save your first and last dance for me by nimuetheseawitch {E}🤠🐓
/50 First Dates/
Days Like This by chase_acow {E}🤠🐓
/Almost Human/
These questions carry me away like a whirlwind by trinipedia {E}🤠🐓
/Anyone But You/
Anyone But You by FabuMazX {M} 🤠🐓
/Battlestar Galactica/
whirlwinds and thunderstorms by boostergold {T}🤠🐓
/Beauty and the Beast/
now I know he’ll never leave me (even as he runs away) by happypuppys {T}🤠🐓
/Brooklyn 99/
the rooster by lawrussoauto {T}🤠🐓
the bet by lawrussoauto {T}☃️🏍️
/Criminal Minds/
minimal loss by andthentheybow {M}🤠🐓
/Dave/
Kind of the same way - TGM Edition by trinipedia {M}☃️🏍️
/Fantastic Four/
They Call Me Mr. Fantastic by Anonymous {E}🤠🐓
/Harry Potter/
Amortentia by thecarlysutra {T}☃️🏍️
seven by orphan_account {_}🤠🐓
/Hidden Legacy/
If the Sky Can Crack by infinitejaust {E}🤠🐓
/His Dark Materials/
his dark materials / dæmon AU by buckybraciole {T}🤠🐓
Walking into the sky by kerbyfullyloaded {T}☃️🏍️
/How To Lose A Guy in 10 Day/
how to lose a guy in ten days by haridwar {T}🤠🐓
/Inception/
Room by Room, Patiently by infinitejaust {M}🤠🐓
/Jurassic Park & World/
You're DINOmite by ReformedTsundere {T}☃️🏍️
it's such a magical mysteria, when you get that feeling by hangmanbradshaw {E}🤠🐓
Dust is Everlasting (And Love Even Moreso) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}🤠🐓
/Mr. & Mrs Smith/
Mr & Mr Kazansky by abliafina {M}☃️🏍️
Mr. And Mr. Kazansky by Lolibat {M}☃️🏍️
/The Mummy/
History's Like Gravity, It Holds You Down Away From Me by hangmanbradshaw {E}🤠🐓
/National Treasure/
You Can Make My Wish Come True, If You Let Me Treasure You by hangmanbradshaw {E}🤠🐓
/The Notebook/
Golden Boy by Earthangel_44 {E}🤠🐓
/Oblivion/
when the night will come and take us home by doodlewrite {T}☃️🏍️
/Ocean’s Twelve/
When in Rome (and the Alps, and Paris, and...) by LulaluzHazel {T}🤠🐓
/Pacific Rim/
Rec List 🤠🐓☃️🏍️
/The Parent Trap/
Brilliant Beyond Brilliant Idea by boasamishipper {T}☃️🏍️
The Parent Trap by Broke_Traveler {T}🤠🐓
/Percy Jackson/
a force to be reckoned with by winterbitch {T}🤠🐓
/Persuasion/
Watching, I Keep Waiting by infinitejaust {G}🤠🐓
/Planes, Trains, and Automobiles/
Planes, Trains, and Gay People by sreshaw {E}🤠🐓
/Princess Diaries 2/
stolen kisses, pretty lies by hangmanbradshaw {E}🤠🐓(//HTLAGI10D)
/Princess & the Frog/
it's 2am and I’m cursing your name by hangmanbradshaw {E}🤠🐓
/Purple Hearts/
I Don't Wanna Live Through This Comedown by Road1985, trinipedia {E}🤠🐓
/Scooby Doo/
you’re not fooling me (I can see) by magdarko {T}🤠🐓
/Set It Up/
Set It Up by Foxhybridmikaelsonargent {_}🤠🐓
Set it Up AU by AnadoraBlack {T}🤠🐓☃️🏍️
you take it to the heart (the waiting is the hardest part) by puckingrightschicago {G}🤠🐓☃️🏍️
Cyrano by arami_d004 {G}🤠🐓
and yet by heir2slytherin {_}🤠🐓
The Happy Moment Will Arrive When I Shall See by WWISA {T}🤠🐓☃️🏍️
dirty white chucks (and I can't get clean) by rnadison {T} 🤠🐓
/Stargate Atlantis/
the afterburner by copacet {E}☃️🏍️
/Star Wars/
The Best the Galaxy has to offer by AnadoraBlack {M}🤠🐓
a look from you (and I would fall from grace) by rnadison {G}☃️🏍️
king of my heart - icemav star wars au by rosexpetals {T}☃️🏍️
caught in the fire (say oh we're about to explode) by doodlewrite {G}☃️🏍️
/Supernatural/
mystic creature, come to me by haridwar {T}🤠🐓
/Survivor/
Survivor: Maverick by icezansky {T}🤠🐓
/Swan Princess/
Swan Prince by 64PackofCrayola {_}🤠🐓
/Tangled/
Man of his own invention by trinipedia {T}🤠🐓
/Twister/
you were nothing but trouble, baby and I've been sifting through the rubble lately by hangmanbradshaw {M}🤠🐓
Twist My Heart by MidnightBlast {E}🤠🐓
/When Harry Met Sally/
When Jake Met Bradley by infinitejaust {M}🤠🐓
/The Sound of Music/
The Sound of Freedom by Katastrophe {G}🤠🐓☃️🏍️
Of Hills and Airplanes (That Always Seem Insurmountable) by ToukoJalorda003 {M}🤠🐓
/The West Wing/
Out You Come [from Recovery Period Series] by Content_Scrapbooker {T}☃️🏍️
kazansky for america by duchesscharliejames {T}{G}☃️🏍️
Maverick for America by LetPeteBeMaverick {T}{M}{E}🤠🐓☃️🏍️
#TV-Show & Movie-Based Recs List#hangster#sereshaw#hangaroo#icemav#bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin#tom iceman kazansky x pete maverick mitchell#🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈
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