Summary: Between drugs, the cinema toilet floor, a confession, and a surprise… what could possibly go wrong? Especially when Robin admits she’s in love with Steve’s girlfriend, and that Lila once loved her too.
And the first girl I ever loved.
- Listen... this is hard to admit. Especially for you, Steve. But I really like you guys. I mean it. But I'm not like your other friends. Definitely not like Nancy Wheeler or whoever.
- Why is that a problem? Steve asks. We're not asking you to be Nancy Wheeler. We already have one, and that's more than enough. He smirks.
I smack him lightly.
- You know when, in the Russian base, I told you about Mrs. Click's class? About being jealous? And obsessed? Robin continues.
I frown, confused.
- Yeah, Steve says.
- No, I add, making her laugh nervously.
- It wasn't because I wanted to date you, Steve. Her eyes fill with tears. It's because... she wouldn't stop looking at you.
- Mrs. Click? Steve asks, confused.
- Lila Hopper Mayfield, Robin says softly, tears shining in her eyes as she looks at me. My own vision blurs. I wanted you to look at me. But you couldn't stop looking at him and he's stupid hair. A tear slides down my cheek as one falls down him. I didn't understand. You dropped bagel crumbs everywhere. You asked the dumbest questions. You were kind of an asshole. You hid her from everyone when all I wanted was to scream that she existed. I'd go home and scream into my pillow.
- But Lila's a girl, Steve says slowly.
- Steve.
- ...Oh. His eyes widen. Oh.
- Yeah. Oh.
She looks back at me.
- Lila... you pass out or something? she jokes gently.
I smile sadly.
- How long did you feel that way about me?
- The first time was before high school... she admits.
- You should've told me.
- What would've been the point?
- I would've told you that back then... I cried into my pillow too. Because I felt the same way about you. And I couldn't admit it to myself. So I kept it inside.
Another tear slips down my bruised cheek. Steve and Robin stare at me.
- Wait- what?! Steve blurts. You like girls? That explains so much...
- I thought it was obvious. The way I'd comment on girls you complimented. The way I'd blush around Robin. The fact that I dressed up as David Bowie because I'm obsessed with him. I laugh softly. That doesn't mean I don't love you. I figured out I liked boys because of you, Steve. I don't regret falling in love with you for a second. But if I'd known about Robin three years ago... I don't know what would've happened. I lower my gaze, then look back at her. Robin, you should never have been ashamed. Loving someone isn't shameful. It's the most beautiful thing there is. I reach for her hand. You're the coolest girl I've ever met. And the first girl I ever loved. That means something. I'm sorry I'm not the right one but you'll find someone even more amazing than me. Even if that's hard, because I'm kind of perfect. They both laugh. Who knows? Maybe it's Nancy Wheeler.
Her eyes go wide and she blushes before laughing too.
I lean in and hug her tightly.
- I love you, Rockin' Robin. Thank you. For everything.
- I love you too, Cherry Bomb. I don't regret you being my first heartbreak.
When I pull back, Steve is staring into space.
I touch his shoulder.
- Steve? Did you pass out?
- No. I'm just... thinking. He smiles faintly. I mean, yeah, you're both... hot and everything. But still. You're such losers.
Our mouths drop open.
- Excuse me?! I shove him lightly. Robin is your friend and I am your girlfriend, dumbass!
- I stand by it, he teases. Robin, you're in marching band writing melodies for Tammy Thompson, who sings like a Muppet. And Lila, you're on the school paper with all the nerds but still play in a rock band with Eddie Munson and his gang of freaks. Embarrassing.
- They're hobbies! Robin defends. At least we have some. Unlike Mr. Basketball who got outplayed by his girlfriend's stepbrother.
My jaw drops then I burst out laughing.
- Okay, fine, Steve shrugs. At least we don't sing like a Muppet.
- You're exaggerating! Tammy Thompson does not sing like a Muppet, I argue.
- I agree, Robin says, pointing at me.
- You're both insane. She can't hold a note. It's torture. He starts singing in a ridiculous nasal voice.
- Shut up, Robin laughs. She does not sound like that.
- I'm doing a perfect impression.
- No. You sound like a Muppet! I point at him.
- She sings like a Muppet! he laughs. Like a Muppet giving birth!
We all burst into laughter and start singing together:
🎶 And if you could hold me tight, we'll be holding on forever... 🎶
We're in full hysterics when the bathroom door slams open and Dustin and Erica storm in, furious.
- Okay! What the hell now?! Dustin snaps. Lily, you too? Seriously?
The three of us look at each other for two seconds and burst out laughing again, Steve collapsing against my leg while I lean against Robin's shoulder.
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write a story about (y/n) being a part of the extermination team that was supposed to fight Meruem (from the anime Hunter x Hunter) and his ants but during the attack, when Meruem lays eyes on her, he instantly becomes attracted to (y/n) and starts courting her in front of everyone (Gon, Killua, the Chairman, the other exterminators).
Unexpected Allure
The underground palace was steeped in an eerie silence, an unusual calm before the storm. The extermination team, including (Y/N), had spent countless hours preparing for the confrontation with Meruem, the Chimera Ant King. They had honed their abilities, sharpened their resolve, and steeled themselves for what was expected to be an epic battle. However, the events that unfolded were far from anyone's expectations.
Meruem, a figure of unparalleled power and authority, stood before them like a mythical deity. His silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, and his crimson eyes held a mesmerizing quality, captivating all who met his gaze. But when those crimson eyes locked onto (Y/N), something extraordinary happened. His heart, a heart that had never before known vulnerability, began to beat with an unfamiliar rhythm.
In the tension-filled atmosphere, Meruem raised a hand, halting the impending attack by his Royal Guards. The members of the extermination team froze in their tracks, bewildered by the King's sudden order. Pitou, Pouf, and Youpi exchanged perplexed glances, unsure of what to make of the situation.
"(Y/N)," Meruem's voice carried an almost hypnotic quality, a voice that transcended the battlefield and resonated deep within (Y/N)'s soul, "come forward."
(Y/N) took cautious steps toward Meruem, her senses on high alert. She met the Chimera Ant King's gaze, and as their eyes locked, an inexplicable connection formed. His gaze was filled with a rare vulnerability, an emotion he couldn't name but couldn't ignore.
The Chairman, Gon, Killua, and the other hunters watched in astonishment as Meruem approached (Y/N) with a regal grace. He extended his hand toward her, a gesture that defied the expectations of all those present.
"I cannot ignore this pull I feel towards you," he admitted, his voice a mixture of sincerity and bewilderment. "Will you accept my invitation to converse, (Y/N)?"
(Y/N)'s heart pounded in her chest as she considered her options. She understood the gravity of the situation, but it was clear that Meruem had no intention of hostilities—at least for now. She nodded, her curiosity and the subtle intrigue of Meruem's newfound emotions compelling her to agree.
The other members of the extermination team watched in silent amazement as Meruem led (Y/N) away from the group, away from the battlefield, and towards a quieter chamber within the palace. The Chairman's stern expression betrayed a hint of curiosity, and Gon and Killua exchanged bewildered glances.
Inside the chamber, (Y/N) and Meruem found themselves in a surreal moment of unexpected connection. The King had set aside his regal demeanor and revealed a vulnerability he had never known. He listened intently to (Y/N), fascinated by her tales of the human world, her experiences, and her unwavering dedication to the extermination team's mission.
As they talked, Meruem's enigmatic facade began to crumble. He confessed that he had never encountered such depth in another being, and his fascination with (Y/N)'s intelligence, strength, and kindness continued to grow. He marveled at her ability to maintain her composure and grace in the face of adversity.
Outside the chamber, the members of the extermination team remained on edge, unable to fathom the surreal turn of events. Their meticulously planned mission had taken an unforeseen detour into a realm of the unknown, and Meruem was courting a member of the extermination team. It was a sight that defied all logic and expectation.
"(Y/N)," Meruem said, his voice filled with a rare vulnerability, "I understand the gravity of our circumstances, but I cannot deny the pull of my heart. You are a rarity in this world, and I am captivated by you."
(Y/N) couldn't help but be moved by Meruem's words. His sincerity, the depth of his emotions, and the transformation he was undergoing were both astonishing and captivating. She understood that in this strange and unforeseen turn of events, they might have a unique opportunity to find a peaceful resolution to the conflict.
The hours turned into days, and the connection between (Y/N) and Meruem deepened. They laughed, shared stories, and even discovered common interests. They explored the mysteries of the palace, discussing topics that ranged from art to philosophy, and from history to the beauty of the natural world.
One evening, as they stood by a grand window that overlooked a lush garden, Meruem turned to (Y/N), his voice filled with a quiet sincerity. "I want to protect this world, our sanctuary, and the moments we've shared."
(Y/N) smiled, her eyes brimming with warmth. "You're already doing that, Meruem, simply by embracing change and seeking understanding."
Outside the chamber, the Chairman, Gon, Killua, and the other hunters continued to observe the unfolding situation, their unease giving way to contemplation. The battle they had anticipated had taken an astonishing turn, as Meruem and (Y/N) engaged in a dialogue of unprecedented depth and significance.
The sun set outside the palace, casting a breathtaking palette of colors across the sky, and Meruem and (Y/N) continued to explore the recesses of their hearts. Their connection, once born from an unexpected encounter on the battlefield, had grown into a profound and transformative bond.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Meruem realized that he was in uncharted territory, not just as a King but as a being who had discovered the complexities of human emotions. And (Y/N), a member of the extermination team, had become his anchor in this new world of feelings.
In the heart of the palace, amidst the soft glow of candlelight, their love story continued to unfold. They navigated the uncharted waters of attraction, admiration, and understanding, proving that love could blossom even in the most unexpected and improbable of circumstances.
As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, the world watched in astonishment as the bond between (Y/N) and Meruem deepened, their love growing stronger with each passing moment. The once-mighty Chimera Ant King, a symbol of power and conquest, had undergone a profound transformation, becoming a protector of the palace and a guardian of the delicate bond that had unraveled his heart.
The story of Meruem and (Y/N) challenged the understanding of power, attraction, and transformation. It was a tale of unexpected allure, the kind that could reshape destinies and defy the odds. Love had found a way to bridge the gap between enemies, and in the heart of the Chimera Ant King, it had awakened a desire for change, a yearning for understanding, and a profound connection that transcended the boundaries of the battlefield.
In the end, their love story became a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, the transformative power of emotions, and the capacity for growth, even in the most unlikely of hearts. It was a tale of two worlds colliding, a bond that had the potential to change the course of history and prove that the heart, no matter how powerful, could always find its way to a new melody—a melody of love.
And so, in the heart of an underground palace, amidst the chaos of a mission-turned-love story, the unexpected allure of Meruem and (Y/N) continued to echo like a poignant melody, reminding the world that love could be found in the most extraordinary of places and with the most unlikely of partners.
Life had been monotonous for months. Work, sleep, gym, eat, repeat. You loved your job at the domestic violence shelter, loved helping people rebuild pieces of themselves that had been broken. But it didn’t change the fact that your life outside those walls felt empty. Nights alone on the couch with a half-eaten takeout container and a streaming service queued up didn’t exactly scream excitement.
So when Macklin Celebrini’s name popped up in your messages one Tuesday evening, you couldn’t help the small thrill that snuck into your chest.
"You free tonight?"
You blinked at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Macklin didn’t need to ask; he knew your schedule. Somehow, he always knew the perfect moment to disrupt your routine. Your thumb finally tapped out a reply:
"Yeah. Why?"
"Because life’s boring and I plan to fix that. Be ready in 20."
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. Twenty minutes later, a knock on your door announced him before you even opened it. He leaned casually against the frame, tousled hair and that infuriating smirk you could never resist.
“Ready to make your boring life a little… less boring?” he asked, voice teasing.
You raised an eyebrow, pretending to be unimpressed. “I wasn’t aware life needed fixing.”
Macklin stepped inside, brushing past you like he owned the place—which, in a way, he did. Somehow, he always did. “Trust me. By the end of tonight, you’ll thank me.”
The city outside had softened into a velvet dusk, streetlights painting everything gold and pink. Macklin grabbed your hand before you could protest. “C’mon, we’re starting with something simple. Ice cream.”
“Ice cream?” you repeated, trying not to laugh at the absurdity.
“Yes, but not just ice cream. Street cart, double scoop, chocolate and whatever flavor you’re feeling brave enough to try.” He winked. “Trust me.”
You found yourself laughing, swept along by the energy that always seemed to radiate from him. Somehow, the world felt lighter just by being around Macklin. He had a way of turning ordinary streets into a labyrinth of adventure.
By the time you were walking side by side, ice cream dripping down your fingers, he nudged you gently. “You know,” he said softly, almost casually, “I’ve been trying to get you out of your apartment for months. I think you were starting to turn into part of the couch.”
You smacked his shoulder playfully. “I could say the same about you. How many times have I found you leaning on my doorframe, grinning like a cartoon character?”
“Guilty,” he admitted, eyes glinting in the streetlight. Then he leaned closer, voice dropping into something softer. “But maybe… maybe I just like seeing you smile.”
Your chest tightened. “Macklin…” you started, unsure if you should be teasing or serious.
He tilted his head, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah?”
“I—never mind.” You shook your head, trying to dismiss the flutter in your stomach.
He smiled that maddening smile of his, the one that made your heart do little somersaults. “You don’t get to leave it at ‘never mind.’ Not tonight.”
And somehow, that night stretched longer than it should have. You wandered through the city, laughing at ridiculous roadside performers, sharing stories about your childhood dreams, about high school parties and dance recitals, and discovering things about each other that made every step feel electric.
At some point, Macklin had dragged you into a tiny, hidden jazz club that smelled like old wood and mystery. The music wrapped around you both, soft and intoxicating, and you found yourselves swaying together, arms brushing, fingers occasionally tangling.
“You’re nervous,” he murmured, close enough for his breath to tickle your ear.
“Maybe,” you admitted, leaning into him just slightly.
He smirked. “You’re lying. You love this—this… unpredictability. Admit it.”
“I—maybe I do,” you whispered, feeling warmth bloom in your chest.
“Good,” he said, then leaned in. “Because I plan to make sure your life is never boring again.”
And then he kissed you. Soft at first, testing, teasing, until the world around you disappeared. The jazz, the city, even the late-night ice cream stand faded into nothing. There was just Macklin and you, tangled together in a quiet, thrilling intimacy that made your heart feel too big for your chest.
Later, as you walked home under the glow of streetlights, fingers entwined, he pressed a kiss to your temple. “See? Life’s better when you don’t follow the rules.”
“Maybe,” you said softly, leaning your head on his shoulder, “but I think it’s also better when I follow you.”
Macklin chuckled, a low, happy sound that made your stomach twist in the best possible way. “Then I’ll take full responsibility for your life from now on.”
And for the first time in months, your schedule didn’t matter. The days of monotony were gone, replaced by laughter, stolen kisses, and endless possibilities. Life wasn’t boring anymore. And it never would be—as long as Macklin Celebrini was around.
It had been a week since that night. A week of stolen glances, lingering touches, and the constant, insistent pull of Macklin Celebrini. Your routine no longer felt like chains—it felt like a safety net you could jump off of, because you knew he would catch you.
You were sitting at your apartment, nursing a mug of too-hot coffee, when your phone buzzed.
"You still alive, or do I have to come rescue you from boredom again?"
You smiled, already knowing the answer. Macklin never gave you a choice. He had a way of appearing in your life exactly when you needed it, even if you didn’t realize it.
"Alive. But your rescue sounds tempting," you typed back.
"Good. Be ready in 30. We’re going on an adventure."
Thirty minutes later, he was at your door, grinning like mischief had a human form. “Ready?” he asked, his eyes glinting.
“You already know the answer,” you said, slipping on your jacket.
He took your hand and led you out into the city night, the streets alive with a soft hum of lights and late-night chatter. “Tonight,” he said, “we’re going somewhere you’ve never been.”
You laughed. “Every time you say that, it ends up being either illegal or terrifying.”
“Tonight,” he said, ignoring your joke, “it’s neither. Well… maybe a little terrifying, but in a good way.”
He guided you to a small, tucked-away rooftop bar, the kind that seemed invisible unless you were exactly where you needed to be. The skyline spread before you like a secret gift, glowing and alive.
“You brought me here,” you said, looking at him, “just to see the view?”
“Partly,” he admitted, eyes sparkling. “Mostly because I wanted to see you like this. Happy. Breathless. Off-balance. You look… unstoppable.”
Your stomach fluttered. “Macklin…”
He tilted his head, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah?”
“You always know what to say,” you whispered, feeling warmth bloom under his gaze.
“That’s because I notice things. Always have.” He leaned in, voice dropping low. “Like how you bite your lip when you’re nervous, or how your laugh sounds when you’re genuinely surprised, or how… you’re always a little too hard on yourself.”
Your breath caught. “I—”
“Shh.” He pressed a finger to your lips, soft, deliberate. “I like you like this. Messy, complicated, beautiful. And I plan to remind you of it every day.”
You laughed, a soft, shaky sound, because it was impossible to argue when he looked at you like that. “Every day, huh?”
“Every day.” He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Starting… now.”
And then he kissed you, slow and deliberate, giving you all the space to melt into him. The city’s hum faded. The lights blurred. There was only the press of his lips, the warmth of his hand at your back, and the undeniable pull between you.
Later, as you leaned against the railing, watching the city twinkle beneath you, Macklin whispered, “You know, I could do this forever. Just you and me, this city, nights that don’t end.”
“I… think I could like that,” you admitted, resting your head on his shoulder.
He smirked. “Think? Babe, you’re already hooked. Don’t fight it.”
You laughed, but it was true. Every spontaneous plan, every stolen kiss, every late-night laugh had pulled you closer to him in ways you hadn’t expected. And for the first time, the thought of routine—boring adult life—wasn’t terrifying. Because Macklin had taught you something: life didn’t have to be boring when someone made it extraordinary with you.
“Promise me,” you said softly, fingers entwining with his, “you won’t ever stop dragging me into your chaos.”
He pressed his forehead to yours. “I promise. But you have to promise me something too.”
“What’s that?”
“You’ll keep letting me in. Even when life feels heavy, even when work and stress try to swallow us whole. You let me in, and I’ll… I’ll make sure the boring never returns.”
“I can do that,” you whispered, heart swelling.
“Good.” He kissed you again, and the city felt smaller, quieter, and somehow perfectly aligned with the two of you.
For the first time in forever, your life didn’t feel like a loop. It felt like it was just beginning, and Macklin Celebrini was determined to make every moment unforgettable.
And you were ready to follow him, anywhere.
Macklin pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes tracing your features like he was memorizing you in the dim glow of the city lights. “You know,” he said softly, “there’s something kind of magical about a city at night.”
“I’d say the magic is enhanced by the company,” you teased, leaning against him.
He chuckled, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. “Flattery will get you everywhere. But seriously… nights like this… I feel like time should just stop.”
“Stop?” you echoed, tilting your head.
“Yeah. I mean, look at us. The city buzzing below, lights shimmering, music from somewhere distant drifting up… and it’s just us. Like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.”
You smiled, feeling your chest warm in a way that had nothing to do with the rooftop’s breeze. “I like this… us.”
Macklin’s hand slid down to entwine with yours, squeezing gently. “Me too. But you know… I don’t want it to be just tonight.”
“Oh?” you said, pretending to be coy, though your pulse had already sped up.
“Yeah,” he murmured, lowering his voice, the kind of low, intimate tone that made your stomach feel like it was being flipped inside out. “I want this—us—every day. Not just stolen nights, not just chaos for chaos’ sake. I want the… slow mornings, the lazy afternoons, the nights where we can’t sleep because we’re talking about everything and nothing. I want the real deal.”
Your fingers tightened around his, unsure if you were trembling from nerves or anticipation—or both. “Macklin… I…”
He pressed his forehead to yours again, soft and grounding. “I know. You don’t have to say it yet. Just… feel it. Because I’m serious. About us.”
You swallowed hard, letting the words form inside you before they even left your mouth. “I… want that too,” you whispered finally, your voice barely audible over the distant hum of the city. “I want all of it.”
Macklin grinned, a flash of mischief sparkling in his eyes even as his expression softened. “Good,” he said. Then, without warning, he scooped you up in his arms. You squeaked, laughing as he spun you around once, careful but undeniably playful. “And just to make sure you never forget… I’m going to hold you like this until the city starts spinning too.”
You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re insane.”
“But lovable,” he corrected, brushing your lips with his in a quick, teasing kiss before setting you back down.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of small adventures. Macklin led you to a tiny diner still open in the early hours, where you both shared greasy fries and laughed about the absurdity of adult responsibilities. Later, he took you to a little 24-hour bookstore he had discovered, where you wandered between stacks of novels, arguing over which books were overrated and which ones deserved your undivided attention.
At some point, he reached out and brushed his hand across yours, interlacing fingers without asking. “You know,” he said, voice low and intimate, “I could get used to this.”
“Get used to what?” you asked, smiling softly.
“This… us. The chaos, the laughter, the way your hair smells when it’s messy, the way your laugh echoes when you’re really happy. I… I think I could fall in love with you like this.”
You froze, your chest tightening. “Macklin…”
He leaned closer, tilting his head, watching your face as if trying to read your every thought. “I mean it. I don’t do casual, you know that. But you… you’ve got me completely off-balance, in the best way possible. And I don’t want it to stop.”
Your heart thundered in your chest, and without thinking, you leaned in and kissed him, slow and deliberate. His lips moved against yours with the same intensity, the same certainty, that had been in his words. When you finally pulled back, your foreheads pressed together, both of you breathless, you whispered, “I think… I’m falling for you too.”
Macklin smiled that infuriating, unstoppable smile. “Good. Because I already have.”
Hours later, you found yourselves back on the rooftop where the night had begun, curled against each other on a soft blanket Macklin had somehow carried up. The city lights twinkled below, stars hidden by the glow, and the silence between you was comfortable, intimate, and full of unspoken promises.
“Promise me,” you said softly, your head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, “we’ll keep doing this. Nights like this. Adventures. Just… us.”
“I promise,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And not just nights. Days too. Every day I can get with you, I’ll make unforgettable.”
You smiled, closing your eyes. “Then I’m ready. For all of it.”
“And I,” he said, tightening his hold around you, “am never letting you go.”
The city hummed around you, alive, endless. And for the first time in months, your life wasn’t just a loop. It was infinite, chaotic, messy, beautiful—and entirely, utterly yours.
I thought I knew everything about my best friend... until today. Their confession caught me off guard, and now I don’t know how to feel. Am I supposed to say something?
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