He takes a long sip of his tea before leaning back against the rundown headboard, blonde hair falling over his shoulders, longer than it used to be. His earring dangles, clinking lightly against the wood behind him. He stares up at where the wall meets the ceiling, tracing each ridge with his grey eyes. He looks over each sign of small painted over dents and imperfections. His eyes stop on one particular crater in the wall. It’d be insignificant to anyone but him. It resembles a small scratch you got on a mission with him. It had been a year since he last saw you, since he left you to go chase the Phantom Troupe which he could begrudgingly admit he hadn’t had too much luck with. Which somewhere inside makes him feel stupid and small for ditching you, the best thing that ever happened to him, for what? A life from motel to motel, searching for a few people who seem to be even better at pushing everything away than he is.
He remembers when you got that scratch, how you hadn’t even noticed it was there because it really was negligible compared to what your peers had felt, or even by normal standards. After you cared for everyone else, he made sure to go to you. To take just as much care of something as small as a paper cut as you had for deep wounds. He knew then that he had to leave, but hadn’t told you until a few months later, on the day of. He sighs deeply.
“I miss you so much…” Kurapika whispers to the picture he grips in his right hand.
a bead of pre rolls down his length as your hand drags downward painfully slowly. his body is tense and his hips are stiff. he’s torn between throwing his head back and looking down at you settled between his thighs. he settles on the latter and bites his lip before a soft curse follows the action. he swears he’s just touched the hands of an angel when your lips come down to press a kiss to the very tip of his cock.
“if you don’t stop teasing…” he mutters. but you both know there’s no bite to his words, not in the state he’s in. you let out a soft chuckle before wrapping your lips around his length and taking him in. you drag out the process with each movement.
“i’m…i’m gonna…” is all he manages to get out before thick white ropes are spurting down your throat.
Disclaimer: This is really short and really old. But? I am working on something extended and improved as of 3/26/26
C: Kusuo Saiki X Reader
W: The reader is an artist, There are hints at the reader being neurodivergent (my bad guys, I’m autistic), and Y/N is not used.
E: Everyone is born with a gem. Right over their heart. It keeps their heart beating. And it’s connected to your soulmate. When you meet, your gem glows brightly. And if anything ever damages your gem, assume your soulmate is dead. That means you’re dead next. (Dw guys no one dies I just had to add the dun dun dun effect),
T: Soulmate AU, Technically Love At First Sight
You were sitting on a bench way after school ended as you have been for a while. You found peace in sitting outside, sketchbook in hand. But, sometimes annoying friend groups just love to invade your space. Like this one friend group right now, a blue haired delusional boy, a butt-chinned idiot, a dark purple haired delinquent, a short perv, and a energetic gym freak. But the one that some how stood out, only because he seemed almost too normal was the one with pink hair, green glasses, and… hair…clips? The friend group seemed to be pushing him forward while he remained with a blank expression.
You heard their voices getting closer and closer, and you tried your hardest to ignore them. But it was getting worse when their volume seemed to be increasing by the second.
You looked up and saw them approaching. The group pushed the guy you had your eyes on forward and walked away, but not before giving a thumbs up. Your chest, specifically your heart began feeling warm.
“They forced me here. I don’t see you that-” He gets cut off by a bright light coming from his chest and yours. Your heart felt hot, but it was such a beautiful feeling. You looked down and you were almost blinded. You smiled sweetly.
“You’re my soulmate.” You said, completely in shock and disregarding anything he was previously saying.
“Guess so.” He said, actually using his words, not that you would know the difference. “Suddenly” his friends starting leaving for an “unknown” reason.
“I want to take things slow though. Some people jump right to kissing and to be honest, I don’t know you.” You say in the most sincere way possible.
“Thank god.” He sighed.
Do y’all want a part two? I planned on it but only if it’s wanted.
W: The reader is extremely quiet and rarely talks. Swearing, Second person, Dear is used sarcastically, Can be read as platonic or romantic
E: I may or may not have based this off of a fic I read
Synopsis: Just some Miya head cannons based around the reader not speaking. A short story at the end reveals your first time talking to him
In the beginning, he didn’t understand it
He would try to get reactions out of you, which you gave just not verbally
But eventually he accepted it
And he learned to love that about you
How can someone have the most unfathomable amount of rizz to be able to pull without ever speaking?
I don’t know I’m asking you
Anyway, you two would hangout a lot
He would basically just show up at your house and whisk you away
You would skate together or he would make fun of people while you giggled
You guys are kind of a menace together tbh
But he’s always protective of you
You already had a hard time making friends because people tended to call you weird or just not even attempt to interact with you
So when he shielded you a bit, you didn’t mind at all
But one day it went to far for his liking
Some random asshole at the S made fun of you, so he challenged them (of course). And just to prove how much better he was, he pulled some fucking crazy stunts. He landed them because it would be embarrassing to attempt something you couldn’t actually do, fall, get hurt, lose the race, the whole thing. Despite this, you couldn’t help but worry for his safety. After he absolutely demolished them, he skated over to you.
He scoffed, “Serves him right after he-“. You cut him off with a tight hug.
“Miya, dear, don’t ever do something so dangerous again. Especially for the sake of me. Promise me.” You said with a fake smile on your face. Miya was stunned, that was the most he had ever heard you speak. No, that was the first time he heard you speak.
“Did you just-“ You cut him off again.
“Promise me, Miya.” You looked into his eyes with tears pricking the corners of yours. He sighed and a slight but genuine smile found its way on his face.
“I promise. But only if you speak to me more.” He bargained. You smiled and nodded your head.
A song fic based off of the song The Bakery by Arctic Monkeys (and technically Miles Kane). Song linked at the bottom.
W: Angst, Reader is genuinely the sweetest, NO USE OF Y/N
S: You and Alex broke up but for some reason you see each other everywhere until you don’t…
WC - 826
Alex has always had a sweet tooth. There was a local bakery he would visit often. The visits lessened as he grew into a rising musical star. This was the key difference between the two of you. He was in college and paying bills by being a rock star by night while you worked a part-time job at said bakery. Since he frequented it often, you hit it off. But as his extra time lessened and lessened, he began to lose what you two had, resulting in an ultimate decision of a split between the two of you. He still misses you, though.
After the breakup he cut off his visits to the place altogether. Until a friend of his who didn’t know about his past with you and the shop invited him to a little gathering between him and his friends. If he recalled correctly, it was during the time where you weren’t on shift, so it should’ve been fine. Right?
Wrong.
To both of your amazing luck, you had to pick up an extra shift to make up for a co-worker who had gone on vacation. Meaning you were stuck tending to the needs of the group for the duration of the gathering.
It was awkward to say the least. The friends who did know were nothing but polite to you, but decided not to speak on the matter. As for Alex himself, he got nervous whenever he was forced to speak to his ex-girlfriend, whom he definitely wasn’t over.
Throughout the time, you exchanged glances and the tension grew more and more. He wanted to have the courage to speak to you, but he just couldn’t muster it. And eventually everyone starts to head out from the bakery, and he looks at you one last time before following behind everyone else.
***
The next time he saw you was at the post office. You do volunteer work there on Wednesdays and Thursdays (which he has no idea how you have time for). Unfortunately, he has a deadline with the recording company he has to meet and needs to mail something. All of his bandmates seem to be conveniently busy right when he needs them, so he has no choice but to mail it himself, knowing you’ll be there. As soon as he walks in, he can smell the faint smell of your perfume and almost wants to take the risk and back out. He doesn’t though.
He walks up to the register and no one is there at first. He taps the bell lightly, and you look over to see it’s him. You seem to have a light debate with someone about going up before ultimately walking up to help him. The conversation is nothing but professional and awkward at that. No pleasantries are uttered except a light ‘How is your day?’ ‘Well, you?’ ‘Also well.’ You can’t even seem to meet his dark brown eyes for more than a second.
The interaction is as quick as possible yet still painful for the both of you. He leaves feeling almost worse than he did before, knowing that he had a chance to say something other than boring mail stuff but just didn’t.
***
After his time at the post office, he lays in his bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering what he could’ve done instead. After a long while of reflecting, he decides to just go for it and talk to you. Tomorrow he’s gonna go to the bakery and talk to you. He’s been craving a slice of your special apple pie anyway.
***
He builds up the courage and walks into the bakery wearing his sky blue Lacoste that you used to love so much. Initially, he walks up to the register and sees it’s not you there but another co-worker. Maybe you’re just in the back?
“Hello, welcome in. How may I help you today?”
“This is sort of an odd request, but…” He then goes on to ask if you’re there.
“I’m afraid she’s out sick today.” The worker responds kindly. Out sick? You never call out of work even when you are sick! He had to practically beg you to stay home whenever you caught an illness.
“Did you still want to order something or will that be all for today?”
“That’s all. Thanks anyway.” He says politely before walking out of the shop, hearing the ding of the bell follow.
As he walks,he thinks to himself about your interaction the day before. You were showing no signs of illness; if you were, he’s sure he would’ve noticed. Maybe it is an overnight sickness thing? Or maybe he’s just starting to lose you and he can’t even tell if you’re not feeling well anymore. Or what if you’re not even sick and you’re out for some other reason? There’s just no way to tell.
What he does know is that wherever you are, he desperately wants you back.
What would you do if you and Kurapika were arguing? Usually he doesn’t indulge but something hit a nerve, something had him angry. And at a last attempt to quiet you down before either of you say something that’ll leave a mark, he pulls in you in with his chains and kisses you.
W: Reader is a Waiter/Waitress at Dawn’s Winery, Reader doesn’t drink, Making out, Cliffhanger
E: This has sat in my drafts for so long bro
T: Mutual Pining
You technically don’t need a job because somehow everything you need just magically appears as if you’re blessed by a god. But you get bored sitting at home, so you got a job. You chose the Angels Share, happily working as a waitress. You see Venti in the bar quite often, to the point where you know which is his favorite and what he thinks is absolutely disgusting (which is pretty much nothing, knowing him).
“Why don’t ya have a drink with me for once?” He asks you. You give a soft smile to him.
“I don’t drink, Venti” You tell him. He huffs in anger as he sits there pouting. “Maybe you shouldn’t so much either” You say, poking his cheek slightly.
“But how else am I supposed to admire you my love,” He smiles.
“Hey, Diluc, I know I’m 10 minutes early but I’m gonna clock out, ” You called out. Diluc took one glance at the two of you and complied, you put in enough hours to earn this anyway. You sat down across from Venti, grasping his hands in yours.
“You know you can come see me any time right?” You plead, looking into his eyes with deep devotion.
“My my, have you finally accepted my love?” He teases.
“That’s an answer that I will give to the sober you,” You reply, tapping your finger on his nose lightly.
“We’re gonna go to my house, okay?” You almost whisper.
As you carry walk him to your house, you notice that his words become less slurred and he’s the slightest bit less giggly. When you open the door, he brings himself on to your couch and settles in.
You take off your uniform in another room and change into more comfortable clothes. You settle next to him and he decided on laying on your lap.
“Will you answer my question now?” He asks, big eyes staring into your eyes, begging for an answer.
