「 "Now, let's go pretend to be a couple madly whose in love," You say
"I'd love nothing more" He smirks 」
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- she/her pronouns will be used
- tw; smut, abortions, pregnancy, & mentions of abuse
pls don't read i...
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It was a warm, sunny day for the South Carolina town, the chapel decorated inside with fresh babies' breath. The sun shone through the glass of the church, beautifully illuminating the inside, eliminating any need for candles. Yet Mina insisted on them, for the "aesthetic".
While she was frantic in her dressing room, insisting that her hair and makeup be done faster while her mom agreed in the back, offering the hairdressers more money, Kurapika sat alone in his. He had gotten dressed into his suit about an hour ago. He just sat on a small bench, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands holding his head up. He still couldn't believe that he was going through all of this. Well, up until this point, at least.
He soon began to feel guilty. He must be getting everyone's hopes up... but it wasn't his fault. It was hers for lying to everyone she knew. Their first dance was going to be Sway by Micheal Buble, their cake was 3 tiers and was going to be classic vanilla, and the wedding march was going to be, surprise, Canon in D. Everything seemed so... cliche. But, as much as he tried to not, he could only imagine doing all of those with Y/n.
He knew he would regret putting her parents through 2 weeks of stress, but that can't amount to the amount of stress and trauma Mina had put him in the past 2 years. It was time for her to get back what she gave. He knew she'd be over him in a week, and maybe she would marry that guy that got her knocked up in the first place.
Knock knock
"Hey, Kurapika. Uh, how ya feeling?" Leorio asks, closing the door behind him. "I think everyone is in their seat, and well, they're expecting to start any minute. So... you still want me to, do it?" He asks.
Kurapika looks up for what seemed to be the first time in an hour. His neck hurt.
"Oh, yes. Please do... I'll be out in a minute..." He says emotionlessly. He wanted to save all these emotions for when he'd come back to you and York New.
"Alright... good luck"
And with that, it was all up to Kurapika.
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"Y/nnn can you help me fold my suit?" Killua yells from his room. It was 3 pm, and you had been up since 10 am packing what seemed like everything you owned. Except, Killua had been at a party last night and woke up just 30 minutes ago. He had nothing packed.
You storm into Killua's room. "Didn't I tell you to pack yesterday?" You rage, perfectly folding his suit for him. Some people stress eat or stress sleep, but you stress fold. You felt it gave you some sort of order, some type of control. "T-thanks, Y/n..." He says sheepishly.
"Hurry up! We're leaving at 4 since dinner starts at 7 and it's a 2-hour drive!!" You yell, promptly leaving his room to finish cleaning the place. You guess you took after your mom when it came to trips. Not that you went on many, anyways.
