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binniesthighs · 3 years

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dear anon, sweet anon, thank you so much for requesting this <3 i didn’t know that i needed it in my life and now...here it is;) IT WAS SO FUN hehe

melt in your mouth | reader x jisung

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x han jisung

Genre: that good good smut

Summary: After hearing a rather interesting story about a certain brand of chocolate aphrodisiacs, your curiosity gets the best of you and your friend’s roommate, Jisung.....a spin off of bites like bittersweet

Word count: 3.7k

*photocreds to OP!

{see below for tags, nsfw and warnings!}

Tags: aphrodisiac au, somewhat friends to lovers, hints of mutual pining, bestfriend!seungmin, seungmin’sroommate!jisung, hardswitch!jisung, hardswitch!reader, explicit language, mentions of food/eating, hand stuff (r &m), degredation, petnames, dirty talk, unprotected sex (stay safe cuties), creampie, voyeurism, and we love a plot twist ;)

~💋~

two flavors seemed excessive. one flavor seemed like just enough. you didn’t want to break the bank or anything on something that was likely crappy quality or potentially psychedelic; even worse, it could be both.

“and you want to try these with me why?” seungmin pushed his wire-framed glasses up his nose bridge and scrunched it up. he inspected the paper wrapper with a skeptical glare. the design itself was anything but trustworthy: in swirly cursive pink font, the name Cherri Amore and under it, a absurdly large lipstick mark with the outline of a couple doing what must have been fucking “spread eagle.”

seungmin muttered, leaning over the counter of the dingy kitchen he shared with his roommates, “proven aphrodiasiac and libido booster...? y/n, sorry, i just--i’m fucking lost here--”

“--ever heard of trying something for the hell of it seung??” you snatched the bar from his hand. “the review that i read online said that it made them crazy fucking horny, so much so that they fucked their best friend of something like five years or something like that. isn’t that insane?!”

your best friend’s eyes blew out with his mouth aghast, “what the hell?? shit--of course you’d find something insane on the internet like this and drag me into it...”

in your incredulous laugher, you threw your neck back so hard it hurt a little. “loosen up! it’s probably a scam or something. plus...if it does work on us...don’t act like i haven’t caught you in the act before...”

seungmin, ever the angel, flushed a shade of fuchsia you thought inhumanly possible for someone to attempt. “that-that wasn’t--that wasn’t what you thought it was!!!” he cast away the chocolate bar as if it were his dick on the very night that you had walked in on something that was supposedly not what it looked like.

“relax!” you punched your embarrassed friend on the arm which he dramatically rubbed into. “it’s not a sin to jerk off or anything. hell, i do it....obviously.”

seungmin chuckled out unsteadily, “well, um, what if it does work then, what do we do?”

you snickered, “ha! hell if i know. cross that bridge when we get there?”

“so what you’re saying is...this could either be a massive waste of our time, or, both of us get so stupidly turned on that we decide to have sex....with eachother?”

“that’s the gist i’m getting.” you took to the corner of the shiny pink paper wrapping at the corner. “but...who said that we had to fuck or anything...?”

from fuchsia to nearly scarlet, seungmin averted his eyes at the speed of light.

“seung!!! do you have something to tell me?!” your teasing grin spread wide and you lifted your hand to give your adorable friend a clap on the back.

“i’m just repeating what you said!!”

you broke the bar open, cracking off the first square on the counter with a solid snap. with a smirk, you offered it to your friend. he reached out, only to nearly jump out of his skin when the old-timey ringtone from his phone erupted in the hollow kitchen.

“shit.” he murmured under his breath, pulling it out and immediately pressing the call button upon seeing the caller. “h-hello? yeah? wait, wait...slow down...the cultures did what?! and you have to start over?? shit--”

before you could have anything to do with it, your friend was already throwing on his sneakers and sky blue raincoat. “sorry, y/n but i have to go. that was my co-worker, they said that something went bad with the incubator, and all of the cultures are ruined, and there’s the stupid lab meeting in the morning--”

“i’m gonna pretend that i understood everything you said.” you hung at the doorway to the kitchen, observing him trip over pairs of shoes and other random-ass college-aged boy items. “you only get a pass because i have a feeling that the coworker we’re talking about here is the cute one.”

your friend rolled his eyes, mouthing a reluctant, “yes.”

“fine then. we can try the chocolates another time.”

“fine--sure--” seungmin grabbed for the handle, “sorry. again.”

~💋~

you felt like the chocolate bar was taunting you, just sitting there opened with two squares all ready for the eating. oddly, you really couldn’t figure out exactly why you had wanted to try them in the first place. for a second, the guilt and loneliness started to seep through and it felt sticky, pathetic, and stung like thorns right into your breaths.

“fuck it.” you whispered under your breath, swiping them all up and walking over to the trash can.

“whatcha got there?” a voice entered the room attached to one of seungmin’s roommates, jisung.

the two of you had met many times in passing, and you had shared enough small talk to consider him somewhat of an acquaintance. from what you had gathered about the boy, he spent much too much time in his room working on his animations and was the dictionary definition of one of those cocky-assholes you had a soft spot for.

“jisung--hey. it’s...it’s nothing. something stupid that i blew my money on.”

“let me see.” he crossed the room, looking wired and overtired as usual.

from staring at his screen for so long his eyes bagged with dark circles, but somehow it made him look mischievous, or something like that. his muscle tank had been cut low to reveal his sides and ribs which flared when he grabbed for the bar of chocolate.

“huh.” he scoffed, “i’ve seen like, infomercials for these things. you were going to try it?”

“yeah...i-i mean--no...i was.”

“what’s stopping you? not curious anymore?”

“window of opportunity passed.”

“i don’t think so.” he grinned, matter of a fact. “i like chocolate.”

you couldn’t quite believe what was being said to you at first. jisung, the boy that you barely knew, was standing there with his goofy heart-shaped smile and all, holding libido boosters and asking you to take them with him.

“you do know what those are, right? what they could do?”

immediately, he popped one in his mouth, nearly like it was a challenge. “empahsis on the “could.””

he held them closer to you, prompting you to take the remaining square which was flecked with little red hard-candy looking bits.

“fine then. you’re right. what they could do.” you downed the candy, crunching it and finding that the quality was certainly not a guarantee. the thing itself tasted halfway between a tootsie roll and cold medicine. “fuck.”

jisung laughed, throwing the rest of the bar away.

“what did you that for?”

“i’m guessing whether they work or not, you might not need them anymore.”

your friend’s roommate slicked his hair back, and ruffled it over his dark eyes. his face was slightly puffed with exhaustion, but it didn’t make him any less handsome.

“so we wait now?” you asked, glancing at the clock.

“wanna order some food or something?” he smacked his lips, “i need a fucking chaser after that.”

~💋~

you didn’t know what time it was; late, probably. after a couple hours of realizing that nothing was really going to happen to you or your friend’s roommate, you had decided to stop expecting it. although, you had kind of hoped...

the sofa that the boys shared was just about as comfortable as you had remembered it. it was large enough to hold you and seungmin’s two roommates on better days, but, once again, random-ass college-boy stuff cluttered at least half of it. it was one of those “dumpster finds” and kind of smelled like a grandma’s house, but honestly, that was what made it so comfortable.

the tv carried on, playing some kind of animated movie that jisung had chosen claiming that the director was some kind of “god of animation and storytelling.” you liked the colors, but soon you felt yourself being lulled and drowsy: your head felt heavy simply resting on your shoulders.

your eyelids fogged, and the sounds from the tv set started to fade into inexistence. beside you, jisung had crossed his arms, but the lack of space had pressed both of your thighs together, and the warmth from his leg started to wash over your drowsy state. your head bobbed, swayed...then fell, directly onto his shoulder. had you been more lucid, you would have cared more.

“oh--” he jumped slightly, and shifted awkwardly.

the room darkened and soon all you could see was the thin line of light that your half-open eyes allowed.

“this-this can’t be comfortable for you.” jisung hushed and clicked the tv off. “hey, you should be heading to bed anyway, it’s late.”

“are you kicking me out, jisung?” you babbled, not really aware of your own words.

your friend’s roommate chuckled, straightening his posture to support you. “i’m not gonna make you walk back to your place at this time of night.”

“it’s only a couple of blocks--”

“--you’ve slept over here before, haven’t you?”

you stretched out your arms with a little squeak.

“yeah. on the couch.”

“you...can’t do that. you’d have to sleep in a fucking corkscrew if you did that.”

“yeah, i know.” you giggled, now finding yourself in a kind of stupor that made you wonder if the chocolates really were doing their job. “i’ll just take seung’s bed then--”

“--he’s! not back...yet.” jisung hugged his arms to himself. “i dunno, shouldn’t he have his bed when he comes back?” he cleared his throat, composing himself. “of course, there’s space in my bed if you’d like.”

“me? sleep with you?”

“yes, with me.” just as he had before, that little challenging edge coated his tone, “only if you’re comfortable i mean. i guess that i’m forgetting that the most that the two of us have shared yet is some wack-ass chocolate so, i shouldn’t be making any assumptions.”

“no, no!” you pounced off from the couch, reaching high to the ceiling to stretch out your sore back next. and, perhaps to let your shirt tuck up just a little bit as you did so. “i don’t have a problem with it.”

jisung nodded, grinning in the half-lit room, cleaning away to-go boxes. you had noticed before, but the way that his triceps tensed when he moved around was really just a little too distracting.

“you can head on in, but--be quieter about it. jeongin is sleeping in here.”

you clicked off a sleepy salute, following the hall down exactly where you had known his room to be, but you had never entered it before. it didn’t surprise you, but it was just as messy as the rest of the place was, and you had to tip-toe around god-knows what to find your way.

after tripping on something soft and sort of damp, (which you prayed was a shower-towel) you made your way to jisung and his face illuminated by the blue-glow of his phone screen where he had immediately jumped in bed after navigating through the room much more skillfully than you had.

“you have an issue if i sleep in my underwear?” you asked, realizing.

jisung paused, wide eyed, but quickly fell back into his casual and cocky smirk. “i mean, that’s basically what i’m doing so...”

“scooch over. i hope you’re not a blanket hogger or anything.”

the bed was already pleasantly warm from jisung having occupied it. it would have felt amazing if you had been as tired as you had been moments ago, but now your entire body felt horribly wide-awake.

“--and if you start to snore, i’m leaving you for the couch, got it?”

jisung let out an airy laugh, shifting and creaking the bed a bit under him, “i don’t snore...for your information.”

with the blankets pulled up to your nose, you turned to lay on your back, eyes finally adjusting to the darkness of the room. above you, the faint green glow of glow-in-the-dark stars sprinkled across the ceiling, making up constellations: from what you could make out, the big dipper was above jisung’s bed, and the little one was above jeongin’s, who peacefully slept with tiny breaths.

jisung rolled to the side, accidently brushing his bare leg against yours.

“night, y/n. sorry the chocolates didn’t work out. would’ve been kind of hilarious if they did.”

“psh.” you rolled over too, closing your eyes, “you saying you would’ve taken up the opportunity to get in my pants?”

“guess we’ll never know.” he sighed.

~💋~

birds chirped, signaling the coming sunrise what was nearly breaking upon the horizon, and filled with deep blue sky with a type of orange-glow. the room was dim and stuffy, and noticeably much hotter than you remembered it being before. over the course of the night, you had tangled your legs with the sheets, finding them trapping you between them, and you shuffled to escape them and feel the air hit your skin. they shifted, letting you feeling the sticky mess between your legs.

“what the--” the aching and heated desire made itself painfully obvious, soaking directly through your underwear, making a wet mess of them where you throbbed with an utterly unexplainable arousal that reverberated in your core.

the friction from your legs only heightened the sensation, and you found yourself unwillingly rutting down into the mattress just to feel an ounce of relief.

fuck, the chocolates, you recalled. while you had expected to feel something from them, this was twenty times more intense than anything you could have planned for.

you were like an animal in heat, vulnerable, weak, dazed. your body set ablaze, and it only made sense to strip of any and all clothing that held you back. in your own desperation, you had completely forgotten about the man resting next to you.

“y/n? what's--what are you doing?” jisung groggily croaked in a tone several octaves lower than you were accustomed to. your brain could only calculate it is as downright, unbelievably sexy.

“jisung, i’m fucking burning up, an-and, i think i’m finally feeling something....are you?”

he hadn’t noticed it at first until he did, but from where he could see where the blanket dipped all the way down to your waist, you were completely bare. with fluttering eyes, he gulped down dry. you noticed the way that he took you all in, looking at every inch of you. you reveled in how he greedily and shamelessly didn’t stop.

under the covers, his own legs twisted.

“me too.” he answered gravely, speaking with a low whisper.

carefully, his tentative touch advanced under the covers, slowly reaching to your bare hip, where he settled a testing caress, squeezing harder, then cascaded down the small of your back to make you shiver. your own hand did the same, instead finding his leg and creeping your hand up and under his shirt. little space existed between the two of you, and only the panting of your heavy inhales and exhales could be heard.

your eyes glued to his, beautifully brown and dilating, trembling a little while holding yours. from his light touches, it took every bit of your will to control yourself from launching over him. jisung’s hand fell lower, and toyed with the elastic band of your underwear which had started to feel painfully confining. each of your own fingers traveled up his torso, brushing over his chest which made his whole body shake.

“sh-shit, i’m so fucking--” jisung started, dropping off his words to let out a wavering sigh. you didn’t need to guess any further.

jisung slid two fingers under your elastic band, and it became too much to handle.

“please, touch me jisung.” you whined out pitifully, clawing directly into the soft muscles of his back.

you were shocked how quickly he had given into you, immediately crashing his lips against yours first, then using both arms to pull you into his chest so close it stole all of your breath away. you kissed him back roughly, ravenous to feel the sensation of his mouth against your own. he growled out a small groan directly into your lips, sloppily working every single corner and edge of your mouth with a devilish smile curling his own.

lower, both of your hips met flush, grinding and twisting to create the kind of pressure that the both of you craved. limbs twisted, sweating and heated skin mingled, and you could feel every bit of his hardened cock right against your own arousal and how his shaft throbbed helplessly.

“you taste so good.” he murmured between haphazard kisses, letting his low tone vibrate against you.

“take these off.” you ordered, tugging at his boxers, nearly taking them off yourself.

“take yours off.” he echoed, and you did.

curious hands plunged deeper, delighting fingers in the slick of the other’s cum.

“fuck.” jisung dragged the explicative over your lip where he lapped lazily into you. “don’t stop.”

you gave him a moment’s pause, stopping to wet your palm with saliva, then met it with his cock. you worked his length with the sharp and twisting turn of your wrist, causing him to whimper out shamelessly.

“shhh.” you hissed, pulling his lip with our teeth, “don’t want to wake up your roommate do we?”

he nodded, biting each and every tantalizing little sound into his lip instead. your own breaths grew shallow feeling the pressure from his hand between your legs and how he had grabbed into your thigh to swing it over his hip for better access.

“wouldn’t you like me to fuck you out, baby? fuck you like the good little cock whore that you are for me? i’ve seen the way that you look...you’ve wanted this...haven’t you?” jisung’s words were slick and luxurious despite their bite.

to suppress the begging moan in your throat, you cupped your hand over your mouth, and pressed hard into it.

the blanket tented from your pulling at his cock and how you rubbed over his slit: it was an ethereal sight even in the blurriness of the room.

slowly, you leaned over to his ear, waist rocking back and forth over the sensation of his hand rubbing into you relentlessly. “don’t lie baby, you want my ass bouncing on your cock...don’t you?”

in one movement, he swept his full body weight over yours and harshly pulled your legs back to open your entrance just for him to tease with his tip. he guided himself in slowly and meticulously, bottoming out once you had sunk your fingers into his shoulders to manage some of the screams you would have let out otherwise.

“fuck yes, baby.” jisung growled, finding an animalistic pace that burned your whole body with white flames of pleasure.

you grew impatient wondering furiously what his cute little pouty cheeks would look like when you fucked him from above, riding his dick. you wouldn’t wait any further, taking your grasp on his shoulders to then flip him, settling your hips over his dick which you pounced on to the tune of one of his moans slipping past, loud and guttural.

“shut. the fuck. up.” you scolded him, throwing your hand over his pretty mouth. he whimpered out once again, eyes rolling feeling the tip of his dick reach as deeply inside of you as you would let it. “cum inside me sungie, i won’t stop until I have every last drop.”

jisung nodded, chest flaring as his breaths quickened.

“cum for me baby, and i’ll cum for you...got it?” your breathy whispers scratched your throat, but you needed him to hear.

you held his eyes which glistened with two pretty little tears that fell as he came hard, shaking with his whole body and letting each of his gleeful moans come spiraling into your hand.

your own heat came surging, right at your core, growing....growing...

a lamplight flashed on.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WHAT THE--WHAT THE--”

jeongin threw his sheets over his eyes, while shuddering. “I WAS FUCKING SLEEPING!!”

his shrill scream sent you jumping out of your lust, and you scrambled off jisung’s throbbing and pink cock, and forgetting the force of gravity, which sent his cum dripping out from inside of you. in your panic, you grabbed at anything to cover up your body and his, only to get so tangled that you lost your balance on the edge of the bed and.....

~💋~

THUMP

your body hit the wooden floor of jisung and jeongin’s room, right on your butt where you knew that it would be hurting for weeks.

as disoriented as you were, it took you a good few minutes to realize what had actually just happened.

“y/n?” jisung called with his groggy half-awake, half-asleep tone. “did you just fall out of the bed?”

on the opposite side of the room, you whipped your head over to see jeongin still peacefully sleeping with his back turned to jisung’s bed.

“fuck--um, yeah. i did. shit...”

jisung chuckled in the dark room just barely peeking with the first bits of the sunrise in streaming into the room.

“i don’t know how you did that considering i gave you plenty of space. get back up here.”

still dazed and brain overheating, you could have sworn you felt the little aftershocks of the orgasm that felt so real still coursing through your body.

you felt it too: the way that your underwear had slicked. some part of it all must’ve been real.

“jisung--” you started, not even sure if you wanted to tell him in the first place. “are you certain that you didn’t feel anything?”

jisung turned to face you and shook his head, “no, you?”

you hesitated, holding his eyes to see that he must have been telling the truth.

“i just...i just had this insane dream...”

“dream? about what?”

“it’s hard to explain...” you trailed.

“you look kind of shaken up, are you sure that you’re okay?” jisung extended a careful hand, and smoothed down the side of your face in the way that had felt frighteningly real only seconds ago. his hand lingered, falling down your neck and giving you goosebumps. your eyes fell to his lips, and you wondered if they would taste like you had imagined them to be.

you leaned in closer, closing the gap.

“it went something like this.”

~🌹~

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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Christmas Together / Scarlet Ribbons.

kicking off the christmas season with some highly indulgent hcs ! i’m also planning to write mini scenarios of getting caught under the mistletoe with each bucci gang member ehehe

[Scarlet Ribbons description]

Bruno Bucciarati;

It’s likely that Bruno will be the one you spend your first Christmas in Italy with. He’ll do everything that he can to make it a memorable experience for you, from taking you sightseeing to offering to spend the day together. His emphasis is always on the togetherness the season is meant to bring, so he’ll do what he so you never feel lonely or homesick.

When you’re dating, he’ll ask to take you to his hometown on the sea during the holiday season. Bruno wants to show you, the most important person in his life, where he had made beloved childhood memories. Of course, this includes treating you to meals and a stay in a luxury hotel. Bruno’s overjoyed to share this aspect of himself with you, an innocence that he long thought departed from him. You get to create new memories and reminiscence on old ones together.

The most likely from everyone here to propose during the holiday season. It feels fitting somehow, after sharing this much about himself and his ideals, that you two could eternally be tied together. Should you say yes, Bruno would obviously be elated, holding you so tight without intending to let go for as long as you should indulge him. Afterward, he’d bring you to the area his father is buried, saying that he’s now in good hands with you.

What Bruno would get you: A ring, whether it be an engagement ring or just a token of his love until you’ll have him as your husband. It’d likely cost a small fortune, a gold twist ring with a diamond in the center.

What Bruno would like from you: Honestly, this man needs a week or so away. Of course with you to sweeten to deal. Promise him a cruise and he’ll be putty in your hands.

Giorno Giovanna;

Growing up, Giorno never got to truly celebrate Christmas, only learning about it in school. Due to that, he’s knowledgeable about the holiday but doesn’t feel a real connection to it. His newfound enthusiasm would come from getting to watch you enjoy the various activities. He does his best to create more time in his busy schedule as not to miss out on this time meant to be spent with those dearest to him.

He would honestly melt if you brought him hot chocolate while he’s working in his office. It’s a small but touching gesture that warms his heart, it feels so surreal to him to have someone who loves him as much as you do. Giorno will invite you to stay with him so that the two of you can sit on the couch together, setting his work aside as he by far favors your company. Might get a bit mischievous and dab away the whipped cream you get on your face, leaning in closer than necessary with a sly smile.

Gold Experience Requiem is something of a sentient Stand, but still closely reflects Giorno’s wishes that he keeps locked away. While the two of you are walking somewhere, his Stand will imbue life into a nearby object, creating mistletoe that hangs above your heads. Giorno would bashfully apologize for his Stand’s behavior, only to be pleasantly surprised when you go on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He will be thinking about this moment for the rest of the week, god, your lips are so soft and feel so nice.

What Giorno would get you: Everything . No, but really, Giorno is going to want to spoil you even more than usual. You look at something in a window for .00001 seconds and it’s going to be wrapped up and given to you. Somebody stop this man .

What Giorno would like from you: Poor boy probably hasn’t ever gotten a Christmas present before, so anything would touch his heart. Giorno would love anything handmade or with sentimental value. A scrapbook or photos would be treasured.

Guido Mista;

Mista has honestly never really thought this time of year is anything special, not that he doesn’t enjoy it. He’s just never been big into holidays and stuff. Experiencing all these things with you changes his tune towards it though, it makes it all the more special. Every cheesy couple activity under the sun is going to be done with him, a goofy grin on his face. He’s so in love and can’t wait to make dumb memories together.

For some reason, he’s oddly determined to make a gingerbread man house with you. The gingerbread man cookies he decorates look a little off, their proportions funny and icing smeared everywhere. If you can’t hold back your laughter at the nightmarish looking creatures, he’s going to smear icing on your face, so beware. Mista will lick it off before running away from your wrath.

Sex Pistols get included in the celebration too of course. They’d be over the moon should you make cookies that look like them, though if you look away for a second too long, they’re still going to eat them. Most of your cooking consists of Mista trying to shoo away Pistols while you’re doing a majority of the work lmao. Number Five does his best to help! He’ll turn the recipe book’s pages for you and offer to help decorate. It’s super precious.

What Mista would get you: Ugly sweaters that he thinks are cool looking and literally everything on your wishlist. He spends all day wrapping your dozens of presents with Pistols pitching in.

What Mista would like from you: Mista is an easygoing guy, so he’d love basically anything. Put a bow on your head and say you’re his gift and it’ll really get him going. ; )

Pannacotta Fugo;

Fugo doesn’t associate Christmas with warm and fuzzy memories. He remembers all the dreadful socialite parties his parents would drag him to, how he was forced into uncomfortable tuxedos for hours, pretending like they were a happy family. With you in life his now, he’s willing to give it another go, but would need some encouragement. Fugo would only be doing it for your sake since he’s so whipped for seeing you happy. <3

Would love walking hand in hand with you through Via San Gregorio Armeno, taking in the remarkable craftsmanship of the nativity scenes. Fugo will visibly light up at the chance to impress you with his knowledge. He excitedly goes into rambles about the history of various things, from saints to traditions that were born in Naples. He’ll have a cute flush on his cheeks when he finishes speaking, realizing how you’re able to get him to talk so much. It’s precious.

Fugo is very insistent that you bundle up during this wintery season. Before you leave to go anywhere, he’s mumbling that you’re going to catch a cold, throwing scarves over you. He would never admit it, but the sight of you all bundled up with cheeks flushed from the cold is literally the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his life. Don’t point out his staring, or he’ll get sulky.

What Fugo would get you: Fugo would fret over getting a gift you’d like. He’d go somewhat old fashioned, getting you a beautiful necklace that has your birthstone in the middle.

What Fugo would like from you: Attention. No, but really, he loves learning, get him some books on a topic he recently got interested in and he’ll be over the moon. Especially if you write a little note for him, he’d ascend.

Narancia Ghirgha;

Narancia is practically vibrating in excitement over getting to spend this time with you. He’ll tell you all the stuff he wants to do, enthusiastically waving his arms around, though it’s unlikely you’ll be able to do everything he wants. Narancia is going to be glued to your hip, ready to experience all the mushy couple stuff he can. He’s a bit clingy during this time, but indulge him, he hasn’t had good Christmas memories since his mom was alive and healthy.

God bless your soul if it snows . You probably already expect as much from him at this point, but he’s going to be throwing snowballs at you, laughing and running around when you pout at him. Narancia has a competitive streak, so throwing them back will incite a wild snowball fight. It’s all fun and games until he breaks out Aerosmith to attack your snow fort, then you’re having to reprimand him for using his Stand. >:((

He’ll tell you what it was like being in a detention center during Christmas, opening up more about his past. While he doesn’t seem to recount the time with obvious pain, you know him well and can tell when he’s hurting. Narancia would honestly consider proposing to you on the spot when you comfort him, saying that he’ll never have to spend this time of year alone now that he has you. It’s a sweet moment that he’ll literally never forget.

What Narancia would get you: Narancia would spend days making a custom mixtape, full of songs that you both love!!! He’d accompany the CD with bags of candy, bashfully offering to feed it to you.

What Narancia would like from you: If you wrote a song for him, he would probably cry from happiness. Narancia would be clapping like a madman when you finished singing it, saying it’s the best thing he’s ever heard in his life, and fully meaning it too.

Leone Abbacchio;

From an outsider’s perspective, one might expect Abbacchio to take a Grinch-like approach towards Christmas, but he’s surprisingly fine with it. Aside from loud caroling. He’ll make his displeasure for that known. It’s kind of always been just another month for him, but for your sake, he’ll make an effort to do whatever you please. Abbacchio grumbles as you drag him from place to place, but he’s literally melting on the inside at your cute enthusiasm. :’)

Abbacchio would forever imprint the sight of you in the snow into his memory. He watches the snowflakes dance around you, falling into your hair and glistening beautifully. While you’re going around trying to catch the snow, he allows himself this single happiness, silently wondering if he deserves it after everything he’s done. Before the negative thoughts can fester, you call him over, asking to make snow angels together. He doesn’t do it, he’ll just watch you having fun lmao.

You actually managed to convince him to wear matching sweaters, but not without a fair share of puppy eyes. Abbacchio is inclined to give in to most of your whims and this time is no different. Of course, he’ll only do it if no one is around, to save his honor. He’d enjoy having an arm wrapped around you by the fireplace, closing his eyes in contemplation. He feels immense gratitude to your presence in his life.

What Abbacchio would get you: Similar to Fugo, Abbacchio would feel worried about getting a good gift. He knows he can be prickly at times and feels this would be an opportunity to showcase his love for you. Eventually settles on a night out at your favorite restaurant and gifts you a bracelet at the end.

What Abbacchio would like from you: Your hand in marriage, he’d appreciate simple little things with lots of thought put into them. Making him breakfast, getting him a pair of shoes that goes with one of his outfits, stuff like that.

Trish Una;

Trish lives for all the cute couple-y stuff that you two can do during this season. Even if she won’t admit it outright, you can sense her excitement, but she’ll pout if you point it out. She’s not much for baking usually but will want to make cookies with you on the weekends as a date. Trish especially likes decorating them and gets super focused on getting the details perfect.

You two go on so many shopping trips. Trish will be holding your hand, taking you from store to store, trying on clothes together. She loves giving you recommendations based on what would complement your body type, you’ll be dressed to perfection at the end of the day. Trish doesn’t even bother looking at the price tags, she just picks what looks good and keeps going lmao.

In your downtime together, she’s going to be singing softly to you, running her hands through your hair as you lay down on her lap. Trish lives for intimate moments like this. She remembers how she loved spending Christmas with her mother, and while it hurts she can no longer do that, she’s immensely grateful to be with you. It makes the loneliness she would’ve felt more bearable. If you fall asleep while she sings to you, Trish will place a kiss to your forehead, whispering how she loves you in a way she’d normally be too embarrassed to.

What Trish would get you: Fashion and makeup baby !! It wouldn’t be exclusive to one day either. Lip gloss, eyeshadow palettes, new shoes, jewelry, bath bombs, the whole works. She gets a bit too into it.

What Trish would like from you: Matching accessories would make her heart practically beat out of her chest. That, or a charm bracelet, with charms linked to specific memories of your time together. <33

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Feeling As Good As Love

Emma is excited about this weekend.

It's always good — this thing they do, with the house and the ocean and the friendship that seems to stand the test of time. But now, there's an added bonus. Because this year she and Killian aren't just coming to the house on the beach with that friendship moniker hanging over them. They're coming as a couple.

A real couple. That kisses. Regularly. And Emma's excited about that too.

She just didn't expect her friends not to believe her.

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Rating: Teen, with kissing and some friendship-type swearing Word Count: 5.8 K AN: Listen, this is absolutely the fault of @shireness-says who I realize I keep blaming for things, but she keeps sending me prompts and like...it’s her fault. So basically the prompt was “Okay but like what about a reverse fake dating trope? Like, two people who are together and go home to their families at Christmas but can’t convince anyone that they’re really a couple & everyone thinks it’s a joke.” It’s not Christmas, because it is May right now, but no one believes Emma and Killian want to kiss each other right on the mouth. At all times. I’m me, so naturally they set out to prove otherwise.

And I think this puts Panic! At the Disco in the lead for lyrics as titles.

Also on Ao3 if that’s how you roll

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“You know, you don’t actually have to do this.”

Emma doesn’t let go of the plate in her hand, but her eyebrows furrow slightly and Mary Margaret actually has the gall to blush. There are soap suds on her elbow. “Wash the dishes?” Emma quips. “Nuh uh, I’m totally doing this, then I won’t have to do it the rest of the weekend.”

It’s a thing, this annual thing they do — renting a house out East, after Memorial Day, but a few weeks before the tourists descend on the Hamptons and the beaches and the vineyards on the North Fork. And it’s fun, it’s always been fun, college friends and an almost ridiculous amount of alcohol, although none of it ever comes from those vineyards on the North Fork because they’re not actually made of money.

It’s also the first time Emma has brought someone with her.

Kind of.

Killian always comes with them, has been part of the group for as long as she can remember, because he’s been friends with David for as long as she can remember, but this not-so-annual thing the two of them are doing, is pretty new and even more exciting and she might actually be in—

They’ll get there, she’s sure. Presumably after she finishes washing the dishes.

And once Mary Margaret stops staring at her like that.

“Ok,” Emma sighs, shaking her hair off her shoulder for fear of her own issues with soap suds. “What’s your damage?” “Are you quoting things at me?” “Yes, because I don’t understand what’s happening and when I am confused I fall back on tried and true movie quotes. So, c’mon Winona Ryder, what’s your damage?” “Her name wasn’t actually Winona Ryder in the movie,” Mary Margaret points out.

Emma rolls her eyes. With her whole head. “I know you’re not drunk yet,” she says, “because Scarlet and Phillip aren’t back from the liquor store yet—” “—Them having to go to the liquor store at all seems to suggest that we’ve already blasted through our liquor supply. Which, you know, that’s kind of troubling. For us, as people.” “Did you say blasted?” Emma asks, and whatever sound she makes is less a laugh and more like general misunderstanding. Maybe Mary Margaret has been body-snatched. “Like that’s a genuine word you used in this real-life conversation. That the two of us are having.” “Yeah, speaking of two of us…” “Were we?” Mary Margaret grabs a glass. With maybe a bit more force than absolutely necessary, all but yanking the towel off her shoulder, and Emma’s not moving so it’s almost impressive when it feels like her mind trips over itself a bit. While trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

There are footsteps coming towards them.

“Ah,” Ruby says, leaning against the kitchen door frame. “Are we doing this then?”

Emma’s jaw cracks when it drops open.

Mary Margaret grits her teeth.

She’s totally going to break that glass.

And that will inevitably piss off Regina. She’s the one who booked this house. AirBnB, whatever. All Emma knows is that she made sure both her and Killian’s payments were Venmo’ed to Regina almost on time and that her nearly-serious boyfriend who she might genuinely be in—whatever with has a habit of over packing socks.

Killian brought no less than twenty-four pairs of socks with him. For one weekend. Four days, three nights. With her. In one room.

It’s the first time they’ve ever been away together. And now this is happening. Whatever this is.

“That’s not an answer,” Ruby continues, five steps and one jump until she’s perched on the edge of what may actually be a marble counter. “He’s playing some stupid video game with David, anyway, so it’s not like we’re going to be interrupted.” “What video game?” Mary Margaret asks. Neither she nor Ruby flinch when Emma throws her hands in the air.

Soap suds land on several different cabinet doors.

There are an obscene number of cabinets in his house.

“They’re really serious about Mario Party,” Emma says, like it’s obvious. It kind of is. She knows for a fact that David had texted Killian about bringing his DS with him that weekend, mostly because she was lying next to him when he got the text. “And seriously—what is going on with you guys? Was this conversation preordained?” Ruby clicks her teeth. “More like a discussion was had in passing, but—” She cuts herself off when Mary Margaret’s cheeks flames. “Look at you,” Ruby accuses, “you’re not helping at all. Emma is going to think we were gossiping.” “Weren’t we?” Mary Margaret counters.

“I mean—well, gossip is such a dirty word and this...Em, you don’t have to fake on our behalf.”

Emma blinks. Once. Then does it again. She flutters her fingers, which only leaves a bit of moisture clinging to her pants, and that’s a little annoying. Not as annoying as the prospect of her two best friends gossiping about something she still doesn’t understand, but that’s neither here nor there.

“Say words,” she demands. “In something vaguely resembling a sentence.”

Ruby squeezes one eye shut. “It’s just—ok, we know that there are couples up here and Regina and Locksley are in the middle of full-on wedding plans, which is—you know, it’s annoying and opulent. Is that a good word?” Emma lifts her eyebrows.

Mary Margaret’s cheeks look like they’re half a second from combusting, they’re that red.

And Ruby isn’t done.

“Plus, y’know me and Dor are obviously pretty fucking cute and M’s and David stare longingly at each other every moment of every day.” “That’s not true,” Mary Margaret objects, but both Ruby and Emma make near-identical sounds of disagreement and she suddenly seems very preoccupied with her feet.

“All we’re saying,” Ruby adds, “is that we get it if you felt like you had to show up with—you know, someone special. But...this is—” “—Silly,” Mary Margaret finishes.

Emma can’t move her eyebrows any more. If she does her actual eyes are liable to fall out, and then Regina won’t get her deposit back and that will only end badly.

Eyeballs on the kitchen floor presumably aren’t covered in incidentals.

“What” Emma breathes, “are you talking about?”

Ruby scrunches her nose that time. “It’s just—you and Jones? Really? Like, c’mon, if you were going to pick someone to play boyfriend, there had to be someone better.” Emma is going to have to write Regina a check for damages done to this house. Whatever rushes down her spine is a mix of sudden and rather jarring anger and complete disbelief at what she’s just heard, the words bouncing around her brain like they’ll be able to find a more legitimate order that way.

Head on a swivel, Emma gapes at the two other people in the kitchen, dimly aware of what sounds like an exceptionally competitive round of Mario Party.

“You can’t be serious,” Emma says, voice low and, she hopes, as threatening as possible.

Ruby shrugs. She’s running the gamut of bodily-movement reactions, it seems. “You guys have known each other forever and now you’re going to date? You hated each other when you first met. When’s the last time you and Jones spent time together alone?” “When I spend the night at his apartment. Like last night.”

“Nah, c’mon, who do you think we are, Em? Idiots?” “Apparently,” she shouts, and there goes any sense of threat. Now she just sounds a little unhinged, the word practically snapping out of her and Mary Margaret visibly recoils. Emma pinches the bridge of her nose. “So, wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight. The two of you,” she waves an aggressive hand between them, “legitimately believe that Killian and I are faking our relationship because I feel bad that Robin and Regina are disgustingly in love?”

Mary Margaret lets out a breath, even as her eyes flit towards Ruby. “Not just them,” she reasons. “Everyone’s always kind of paired off here and you’re…” “Oh my God.” “We’re not trying to be insulting.” “And yet,” Emma grumbles, tugging her hands down either one of her cheeks and no doubt leaving angry red streaks in her wake. That’s good. She’s angry. And confused. And angry. And she’d kind of like to make out with her boyfriend.

This was supposed to be the weekend she got to make out with her boyfriend. And tell her friends that she and Killian had been dating for months.

There’d been a plan.

They'd talked about it.

Nowhere in that plan did either one of them expect their friends to think they were lying.

That’s a confusing sentence. Emma is very confused.

Maybe she’d been onto something with the body-snatching idea before.

“This is insane,” she mutters, mostly to herself and at some point she’s started pacing. “This is—you know Killian and I have been dating for like..a really long time. It’s not like we’ve tried to hide it. You guys are just unobservant.” Ruby doesn’t look convinced. “Name one date you have been on.” “Excuse me?” “One date. Name one date that you have been on with Killian.” “I don’t have to prove myself to you! Or my relationship.” “And yet,” Ruby echoes, expression turning particularly pleased. Emma resists the very real urge to knock her off the counter.

Emma screws her mouth shut, mind racing to find something really good, but she hadn’t been entirely prepared for show-and-tell and the noises in the living room are actually starting to get very loud.

Ruby makes a pitying noise in the back of her throat.

“No, no, no,” Emma stammers, gaping at her and a still-flushed Mary Margaret. “I just—ok, ok, I had that police officer’s dinner. Two weekends ago. Fancy dress and ties were required and all that? Killian came with me.” “As a date?” Mary Margaret asks. “What else would he come as?” “Your friend,” she suggests. “Like he’s done for the last three years.” “Yeah, but there was no ripping off of each other’s clothes those other years! It was—passionate! Heated, even. No, God—Ruby stop laughing, this isn’t funny.”

Ruby holds up a hand in what Emma can only assume is surrender, but then she notices just how much her shoulders are shaking and she’s definitely trying not to laugh so, like, game on or whatever. “No, no, definitely not funny,” Ruby agrees. The words wobble out of her. “But like—heated, honestly. You and Jones?” “We can be heated! We can be hot! For each other, specifically.” “Em, this is almost getting embarrassing.”

“I will kick you,” Emma warns. “Like, really hard.” Mary Margaret rests a hand on Emma’s shoulder before she can take another step forward, an expression that’s in the realm of motherly and comforting and it might be the worst thing in the world. At least on Long Island. Possibly the Tri-State area.

“This is not embarrassing,” Mary Margaret promises. “That’s not a word we agreed on.” Emma growls. “So it was preordained?” “We just want to make sure you’re happy. And that you and Killian don’t feel like you need to—” Another shrug. One of them is going to dislocate a shoulder sooner or later. “Put on airs for us. It’s just us. No judging.” “Say that again,” Emma challenges.

Mary Margaret exhales. “We’re not judging. We only have your best interests at heart, both of you. And it’s not as if you two have ever really showed you were interested.” Of all the things that could possibly be the last straw in this conversation, Emma is almost pleasantly surprised to realize it’s that particular sentence.

She rolls Mary Margaret’s hand off her.

“We are constantly touching each other,” she hisses, a little concerned by the red that’s started to cloud the edge of her vision. “He is always putting his arm around me. I sat on his leg when we were drinking before!” “But that’s just normal,” Ruby argues, and Emma genuinely has no idea what she does at that. It hurts, at least, the sound that races out of her and the burst of heat in her chest, which can’t be healthy and presumably is what, finally, draws Killian to the kitchen.

His eyes sweep the scene as soon as he steps on the linoleum floor, one side of his mouth ticking up when he meets Emma’s gaze.

“You ok, love?” “No,” she sneers. “Can you tell these idiots that we’re into each other?” “Wait, what?” Emma waves both her hands again, snarling at her friends. Ruby barely blinks. “We were only telling Emma that we, uh—” “—They don’t think we’re dating,” Emma finishes. Killian freezes. From the top of his head to his obviously sock-covered feet.

He stops and stares and stares some more and then—

He laughs. Loudly. Uproariously. Head thrown back and shoulders heaving, desperately trying to catch his breath while the laughter bounces off the kitchen walls and settles into Emma’s soul, which is admittedly a little melodramatic, but this has been the strangest fifteen minutes of her life and she still really wants to kiss her boyfriend.

It’s nice to know she still has her priorities straight, at least.

“What is happening right now?” Mary Margaret murmurs, as Killian wipes away the tears that have fallen on his cheeks.

“Sucks not to know, doesn’t it?” Emma snaps. “Wait, wait,” Ruby says quickly, “is this laughter at our question or at the prospect of dating Emma, because if it's the second one, that kind of seems like a dick move, Jones.” Killian scoffs, and it only takes three more steps for him to be in Emma’s space with his arm around her shoulder and his lips ghosting over the top of her hair. She widens her eyes at Ruby. “It is not laughter at the prospect of dating my girlfriend, no,” Killian drawls. “Are you double checking on us, Lucas?” “You guys can’t be dating.” “Says who?” “Us,” Ruby cries, nearly falling off the counter when her limbs flail several different directions. “That’s—M’s you’ve got to back me up on this! It’s weird.” “Weird,” Killian echoes. “That I’m dating the person I like?” “When did you start liking Emma?” “I don’t think I have to tell you that.” Ruby lets out a triumphant sound, like she’s won something and Emma can’t imagine what the prize is in this situation, but it might be the genuinely ridiculous amount of alcohol Will and Phillip have seemingly just gotten back with.

“Where is everyone?” Will yells, what looks like an actual crate propped up on his hip. He narrows his eyes when he takes in the kitchen and the half-finished dishes, gaze darting Ruby’s direction.

She curses. Loudly.

“Not exactly subtle, is he?” Killian mutters, mostly to Emma. She turns into his side, curling both arms around his middle, so he’ll kiss the top of her hair again, but maybe to prove a point and Mary Margaret may never stop looking at her feet.

“You guys going to be weird about this?” Will asks. “Now that we know you’re faking?” “No one is faking anything,” Emma objects. “Sure you’re not. Did you come up with a relationship backstory on your way up her? That’s kind of rom-com, don’t you think, Em?” “We didn’t have to come up with anything! We are living the rom-com.” “You and Jones?” “Me and Killian.” “You know you guys only have one bed in your room,” Ruby chips in, apparently missing some form of self-preservation. “Is that going to be a problem?” Killian shakes his head. “We’re definitely going to use that one bed. Thoroughly.” “My brother is here,” Emma mumbles. He smirks at her. “But,” she adds, “we’re definitely going to use that bed. With the condoms that we brought.” Mary Margaret makes a strangled noise, Will chuckling while Ruby continues to curse and David demands to know why isn’t anyone giving me something to drink so I can fuck up Wario right now?

“He brings up a very good point, Swan,” Killian grins, and Mary Margaret sounds like she’s choking now. Serves her right.

Emma hums. “Is that even how the game works?” “Only one way to find out, right?” “Something like that, for sure.” He flashes another smile, eyes bright enough that for half a second Emma forgets everything that’s happened in that kitchen and she still has dishes to watch, pressing up on her toes as soon as Killian ducks his head.

Their friends boo.

She flips them all off.

And it’s honestly not bad for the rest of the night — there are more discussions of how to properly play Mario Party and an almost alarming amount of alcohol, most of it horribly mixed by Aurora and Ruby, but no one mentions fake dating again, and Emma’s grateful for that. Until they all traipse upstairs to go to bed and there’s really only one bed and both Regina and Mary Margaret stare just a little too long before Emma closes the door behind her.

It takes her about fourteen seconds to get mad again. “Go ahead,” Killian chuckles, dropping onto the edge of that one bed so he can tug off his socks. She seriously cannot cope with his socks.

“I’m sorry, what?” “I know you’ve been waiting to curse them up one side and down the other, so let’s have your worst.” “It’s stupid that you know that.”

He nods, lips pursed as he crooks a finger at her. Emma huffs, but moves into the space between his legs almost immediately, Killian’s hands on her hips and hers on his shoulders and she takes far too much joy in how quickly his eyelashes start to flutter. His head falls to her stomach. Top-tier, peak relationship status.

“I know everything,” Killian mumbles, mostly into her shirt. “And I know that it’s ridiculous they think we aren’t in—” She doesn’t dare breathe when he cuts himself off, both of them dancing around something big and important and it’s almost an appropriate amount of time, but Emma is Emma and she doesn’t want to fuck this up and maybe that was why she’d been so nervous to admit that Killian Jones is ridiculously good looking.

Like almost painfully good looking.

She cards her fingers through his hair.

“I have an idea,” he says.

“Yeah?” “I think we should go all in. All those romantic comedy tropes Scarlet was talking about. Lean in to every single one of them.” “How many tropes could there possibly be?” Killian makes a noncommittal noise, glancing up which is really unfair because his eyelashes are almost offensively long. “We’ll make a list.” “Just like that?” “Just like that,” he repeats. “Why? You have other things to do tonight?” “Oh, you’re a menace.” He nips at her hip, Emma jumping and possibly giggling. Killian’s eyes are definitely getting bluer. Maybe it’s the lighting in that room. Their room. Together.

She can’t believe he brought so many socks.

“That will be thing number one, I think,” Killian said. “Blatant and obvious flirting.” “You don’t think we flirt enough?” “Not constantly because we’re not animals, but—you know, could probably do with a bit more. Tell you that I think you’re stunning? Regularly?” Emma gags. Killian keeps going. “Bewitching? That I’m fairly certain your hair has magical properties? Regarding its ability to reflect light?” “Oh, yeah, use that one,” she laughs, and it’s not very hard to get him to lay next to her on the bed. Which may actually be made of feathers, if its overall level of comfort is any indication. “What else, then?” “Endearments, naturally.” “Naturally.” “And, uh—” He clicks his tongue, eyebrows shifting in a way that undoubtedly defies the laws of gravity. “PDA.”

“Say PDA again,” Emma challenges. Killian blushes better than Mary Margaret, she thinks. Presumably because she wants to kiss Killian more than she wants to kiss Mary Margaret.

There’s been a disappointing lack of kissing so far.

“Public displays of affection,” Killian says, pausing between every word until Emma’s whole body shakes with the force of her laughter. “I’m going to constantly touch you.” “Could be worse.” “Oh yeah?” “I mean—” Emma drags her fingers up his side, shifting his shirt until she reaches skin and the plane of his stomach and— “Shit, stop that,” Killian grumbles. “It tickles.” Emma’s eyes widen. In perfect tandem with what feels like a rather large expansion of her heart, another burst of heat that isn’t quite as jarring as it was in the kitchen. And Killian shifts half an inch backwards. “Don’t,” he warns, but Emma swipes her tongue across her teeth. “Swan, c’mon, that’s—” Pouncing is a very ugly word, but Emma is way too busy discovering other areas of her boyfriend's body and Killian stops talking rather quickly. As soon as her tongue is in his mouth.

And they do make a list. An actual physical list, with bullet points and a plan, that Killian keeps in his pocket because Emma doesn’t have pockets in her dresses and it’s easier for his hand to squeeze her knee if she wears dresses.

That’s bullet point number six.

There are seventeen.

It becomes something of a game for them — Killian making sure to call Emma love at the end of what seems like every sentence, while she alternates between babe and sweetheart, but that second one kind of sets her teeth on edge and, one time, on Saturday afternoon while they’re picking badminton teams because that’s something they do on this weekend, he calls her—

“C’mon, darling,” Killian says, slinging an arm around Emma’s shoulders. “We’re going to absolutely destroy Nolan and Nolan.”

Every one of their friends groan.

Emma very nearly passes out.

The word ricochets off her soul, or something less ridiculous. Even after Killian and David finish debating the proper terminology for the shuttle-thing. She’s never been a darling before. Darling is for committed relationships and longevity and happily ever after and her racquet nearly flies out of her hand when she tries to return Mary Margaret’s serve.

“You ok, Swan?” Killian asks, and good that’s good. A much-needed return to normal.

Emma nods. She can’t seem to do much else.

Somehow they win the match. David decrees it’s called a match.

And Killian seems to take the public displays of affection fairly seriously — pulling Emma onto his legs when they sit around the fire on Saturday night, nosing at the back of her neck or that one spot just above her shoulder blade that makes her shiver. She almost constantly has her fingers in his hair, tracing idle patterns with her nails. There are absent-minded kisses and kisses that make her toes curl, standing on sand or in the hallway or...well, anywhere really.

It’s something almost close to wonderful, which isn’t really a change of pace for Emma and Killian as a couple, but this level of couple’dom is—

“You’re laughing,” he accuses, but the words get lost between their mouths and there's not much space between their mouths.

Emma shakes her head. “I’m having fun.” “That was the point of this weekend. It always is.”

“Yeah, but I mean—” She grits her teeth, neves creeping up her spine and taking root in the back of her skull, and she hates that it happens. Emma is the worst kind of pessimist. Or, rather the best kind, depending on how you look at it.

“I like you too,” Killian says.

“Presumptuous.” “Tell me that’s now how the sentence was going to end, then.” “Well, ok yeah, but—this is just...being full-on relationship, it’s been good, right?” “Are you double checking?” “A little,” Emma admits. “I—this was the plan, and I know it was the plan. That we were going to stop trying to hide and—”

“—I really don’t think we were ever good at hiding it.” “Tell that to the rest of our friends. Mary Margaret and Ruby staged an intervention. It’s...I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m glad you were willing to prove how stupid into me you are.”

Killian barks out a laugh, tongue finding the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, that’s totally what I am.” “I knew it.”

Those same friends, however, don’t seem to get the memo.

Maybe they need new friends.

“I don’t know,” Will says, halfway through a Sunday afternoon BBQ that could feed a small army. “I’m still calling shenanigans.” “Shenanigans,” Emma echoes.

“You heard me the first time. It seems like you’re trying too hard.” “To be in a relationship?” “Yuh huh,” Will nods, flipping more than one burgers at the same time. “You see that? That was impressive as fuck.” “You’re a poet,” Killian mutters. He must have some kind of Emma-focused sixth sense too, because she feels an arm curl around her middle before she can get into any sort of pacing groove, grunting when he pulls her back against his chest.

And kisses behind her ear.

Regina quirks an eyebrow. “I don’t know, actually. There has been a pretty good amount of eye making, even before we got here.”

“I don’t make eyes,” Emma argues. “No, but he does.” Killian’s cheek brushes the side of Emma’s head when he nods. “That’s true, I’ve been making eyes for quite some time.”

“See,” Regina says, “This is—if this is fake, it’s a serious commitment to the cause.” “The cause of kissing my boyfriend?” Emma challenges.

“Yeah, that one. Ok, pop quiz. Killian, when was your first kiss with Emma?” He doesn’t tense. He doesn’t flinch. His hand might tighten a little, but Emma chooses to believe that’s actually a positive and she’s very glad for it. If only because that’s the main reason she stays upright.

“Junior year of college,” Killian replies.

Will drops the tongs. It’s patently absurd.

“Hold on, when?” David demands. He’s already half standing when Mary Margaret levels him with a look, flopping back into the plastic chair with enough force it nearly breaks. “Junior year of college. I thought you started dating a few months ago.” “Yeah, we did.” “And?”

“And,” Killian repeats. “We’d gone out, you and Mary Margaret left early. So I walked Emma back to her apartment, it was raining. We hit all of those rom-com tropes. She even had my jacket on.” Emma can’t catch her breath. Which is really ridiculous since she’s not moving, but she was always fairly positive she was the only one counting this as their first kiss and—

“You were drunk,” she cries. “You can’t possibly remember this!” Mary Margaret audibly gasps. That’s more ridiculous than Emma’s breathing issues.

She twists against Killian’s chest, meeting his steady gaze with something that can only be described as ever-increasing and seemingly inevitable insanity. He smirks.

The bastard.

“Trust me,” he says, “I’ve spent way longer than I’d be willing to admit remembering just that. You took your shoes off as soon as we got into the lobby.” “Because they hurt my feet.” “Mmhm.” “What happened after that?” Aurora asks sharply, elbows on her knees and chin on her hands and no one has noticed that some of the hot dogs are starting to burn.

“She’s a very good kisser,” Killian replies. Easy as that. Emma’s back to not breathing. “Told me it was nice that I walked her home, I said I probably deserved some kind of reward, she glared at me, I waited very patiently and she—” Emma remembers the rest. She doesn't need to hear it. She reenacts it, instead. Her hands fly to his shirt, fingers curling into fabric that’s different than it was when they were twenty and buzzed on alcohol that was only marginally worse than what they’ve spent all weekend drinking and Killian is absolutely smiling when she kisses him.

The bastard.

Part two.

And she resolutely refuses to acknowledge any sounds from the peanut gallery, pushing up on bare feet so it’s easier to sling an arm over his shoulder and push her fingers into his hair. He tilts his head, lets his tongue sweep along her lips and she might sigh, but he might also groan and he definitely closes his eyes.

Emma’s always liked that about him. Killian closes his eyes when he kisses her — like he’s uninterested in anything else, like anything else means less than nothing when he can nose at Emma’s cheek or drop his mouth along the curve of her jaw. It also gives her half a second to stare at the overall length of his eyelashes, so it’s kind of a win-win for her.

He’s just as out of breath as she is when they pull apart, color in his cheeks and Emma’s heart threatens to burst out of her ribcage.

That’s probably not covered under incidentals either.

She’s got to stop thinking so violently. Especially about her own body.

Will whistles.

“You guys suck,” Emma announces, and that’s not the first thing she planned on saying, but nothing has really gone according to plan that weekend and she has thoughts on that.

Patent pending.

“First of all,” she says, holding up one finger. Will is trying very hard not to laugh. Ruby isn’t trying. “Killian and I have been dating for months. Genuinely months. And, ok, yeah we kissed one time in college, but we didn’t start dating for awhile, and that—”

Emma is still holding up her finger when she turns again. Killian’s smirk is going to stay permanently etched on his face. “That was kind of stupid, wasn’t it?” “Your words, not mine,” he chuckles.

“I definitely thought you were good looking in college.” “I desperately wanted to date you in college.” “No shit.” “What is happening right now?” Phillip yells. Emma doesn’t have an answer for that. It’s less disappointing than it was on Friday night.

“No shit,” Killian repeats. “You were—I don’t know, this force of nature. But you were also David’s sister and—” “—She’s still my sister,” David interrupts. Regina throws something at him. It might honestly be her sandal.

Emma doesn’t bother double checking. She’s rather busy swooning, after all.

Killian kisses the bridge of her nose before he continues. “You never take anyone’s garbage, love. Mine included and that wasn’t really why I was stupid into you, but it was a big part at the start, and then we kept hanging out and you’re—” She doesn’t mind when he shrugs. Probably because of the previously discussed swooning. Honestly, Emma is swooning so bad. “You’re the smartest person I know. And stronger than anyone else, on some existential level.” God, she hopes she doesn’t start to cry.

That’d be kind of lame.

And, somehow, there is more.

“I worry about you, you know. Every time you leave my apartment and go save someone. It’s—I count minutes from when you text me that you’re on the train until I hear the lock click. It’s insane. Might be affecting my blood pressure, really.” “She has a key,” Ruby whispers. Not very well, but something about the thought Emma assumes. “She really has a key?” “I really have a key,” Emma answers. “I wasn’t kidding about spending multiple nights a week at his apartment.” “We could probably do something about that,” Killian adds. Will whistles again.

Emma’s jaw drops. That’s kind of disappointing, really. She wishes she had some kind of sweeping something to respond with — romance on another level of romantic-type expectations, but she’s still her and she’s still a little pissed they haven’t been dating since their junior year in college.

“Em, Em,” Ruby presses, “I’m pretty sure he’s asking you to move in with him.” Killian hums. “She’s annoying, but she’s right.” Ruby sticks her tongue out. “But, but,” Emma stammers, “that wasn’t on the list.” “You guys made a list?” Regina balks. “None of you believed us! Which, honestly friendship demerits. Negative friendship standing. We are a good couple, and we like hanging out and we’d been hanging out forever, and this just kind of...happened. It should have happened before, maybe, but our first date was getting ice cream in the Village because none of you will go to the Village with me and I—Killian always will.” “That’s kind of how boyfriend’ing works,” he chuckles. “Is that a word?” “Absolutely not,” Mary Margaret says. “Should we apologize now?” “Probably,” Emma sighs. “Because it’s—none of this has been fake, and we’ve been on relationship overdrive for the last forty-eight hours and I mean...is it so shocking that we could be in a relationship?”

Silence.

None of them answer, and Killian is still staring at Emma because, she realizes rather belatedly, she hasn’t actually told him she wants to move into his apartment with a bed that’s even more comfortable than the one here or that she also counts down the minutes because she sleeps better with him than she has in years, so naturally she tilts her head up and—

“I love you,” Emma says. Killian’s eyes bug. “And I think I have for a really long time, but we were always friends and—” “—That’s not going to change, love.” “Well, yeah, that’s how good relationships work. Are you just going to gloss over the sentiment?” “Absolutely not,” Killian mumbles, gruffer than usual. And probably because half of the letters get lost in more kissing, a distinct arch to Emma’s back when he actually dips her like some goddamn romantic comedy.

Mary Margaret might take a picture.

Emma kind of hopes she does. It’d look good in a frame on the wall. Their wall.

“I’d like to move into your apartment,” Emma says, and she definitely giggles that time. There’s no way around it, not when Killian’s lips drag along the side of her neck and pepper every inch of her face.

Several people awwww out loud.

As they should, really.

“I love you too,” Killian says.

“Ok, good.” “Good.”

There’s more kissing after that. As there should be, really. Part two. “So, uh,” Will says, and he’s picked up the tongs at some point, “you guys want celebratory hamburgers or…” “If you don’t put cheese on my burger, I’ll throw your fucking tongues in the ocean,” Emma guarantees.

Killian crows. Or something. It’s nice, and that’s really all she cares about. “That’s my girlfriend.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ruby groans. “We’ve heard. Do we toast to the happy couple?” “Absolutely,” David says, reaching into the cooler to grab wine coolers. Like they’re juniors in college. They toast several times.

And Emma doesn’t sleep much that night, but that’s something she’s willing to concede. Especially when Killian lets her pick the music on the drive back the next morning.

Like any good relationship.

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan ff #cs fic #captain swan fic #i did this instead of working #and because it was sunny outside

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Chrysanthemum

Chrollo x Reader oneshot

TW: death and violence

Word Count: 5k

Description: In an attempt to separate yourself from the Phantom Troupe, you agree to tell Kurapika everything you know in exchange for your life. The only problem is that Chrollo is your boyfriend. Before the inevitable occurs, you plan to spend as much time as you can with Chrollo. How much time do you really have left with him?

"Hey, I'm going to be free for the next couple of hours. Do you want to meet somewhere?" You breathe in slowly to calm yourself down. Calling Kurapika isn't what's making you nervous. The whole time you were waiting for him to pick up, you were looking behind you to make sure no one was listening. You'd be dead if anyone in the Phantom Troupe knew what you were doing.

"Yeah, that's fine. Where do you want to meet?" You give Kurapika the location you had planned and check your surroundings once more. "That will work. Before you hang up, I have a question for you." You furrow your eyebrows and think over your answer for a moment. You know the longer you're on the phone, the more likely you are to get caught.

"Go ahead. Make it quick."

"Are you sure no one knows we've been seeing each other?" You thought it was a stupid question for Kurapika to ask. You told him before that you plan to cut off all contact if anyone figures out what's been going on. You are not going to risk Kurapika's safety.

"Yes, I'm sure none of them know. I've kept my promise."

"Alright. I believe you. I'll see you there." Kurapika hangs up the phone before you can say anything else. You pocket your phone and turn around to head back into the Phantom Troupe's hideout. As you walk through the entrance, someone comes into your vision, causing you to bump into their bare chest. You jump back in surprise and get ready to yell at them until you realize who you bumped into. It was your boyfriend, Chrollo. You quickly calm yourself down and give him a smile.

"I was just coming to get you," he says while wrapping an arm around you and returning your smile, "Who were you on the phone with? You were out there for quite some time." You didn't expect him to come and get you. You were thankful that he hadn't come out during the call. Who knows what he would have done if he heard you on the phone with someone that plans to attack the Spiders.

"I was talking to my friend Lisa. It's her birthday today, so I'm going out later tonight to celebrate. I hope you hadn't planned anything," you lie. Chrollo innocently tilts his head in confusion.

"Lisa? You've never told me about her. Want me to come with you?" He seems genuinely curious. You don't enjoy lying to Chrollo, in fact, you feel guilty. However, you have to lie to Chrollo in order to protect Kurapika.

"Sorry. I haven't seen her for a long time, and I really want to know what she's been up to. We need time to catch up. If you came, everyone would be drooling over you. Didn't you say you needed time to plan the next heist anyway?" He takes his attention away from you and looks at the troupe members around him. Machi and Shalnark are watching the two of you closely while the other present members are talking amongst themselves. Chrollo thinks for a moment then looks back at you with a small smile.

"I guess you're right. Let me know how it goes. I hope you have fun." Chrollo sits down on his pile of rubble then opens the book he was reading. You stand in front him and push his book down.

"You know I don't have to leave just yet."

"I assumed you would want to spend your spare time getting ready." He doesn't look at you when he talks. Instead, he holds onto the hand you used to push the book down and continues reading.

"You know, as the leader of the Phantom Troupe, I expected you to be a lot smarter. I want to spend my spare time with you. I'm not sure what time I'll be back." Chrollo looks away from his book and lightly pulls your hand towards him.

"Come have a seat then." His attention went back to his book, so you release your hand from his grasp and sit next to him. Your head goes on his shoulder as he turns a page. He puts his arm around your waist and moves you closer to him. The book he was reading doesn't look familiar to you and the words are long and complicated. If you weren't in the hideout with the other Spiders, he would probably explain the book to you, and if you found it interesting, he would read it aloud to you. However, since you aren't alone, you stick to reading with him silently.

As you both read, Chrollo lets you act as the page-turner while he holds the book and keeps you by his side. As he waits for you to turn the page, he lets his hand roam around your body. His hand goes up your waist then trails down your arm until he's at your hand. He plays with your fingers until you turn the page with the other hand. He then intertwines your fingers with his and continues reading. Other times, he brings his hand up to the nape of your neck and plays with strands of your hair, or he rests his head on yours and closes his eyes until he hears the sound of you turning the page.

Chrollo closes the book and drops his hand from your body once you reach the end of the chapter. "You should be leaving for the party now. You'll be late if you don't hurry along," he says while looking at your disappointed expression.

"I can stay for a few more minutes. They won't even notice if I'm late." Chrollo sets the book next to him and grabs your hand as he stands up.

"You told me you were looking forward to this party," he lifts you off the pile of rubble and caresses your cheek, "Do you really want to be late?" You groan while you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest. He was right. You had to leave. Kurapika would probably freak out if you didn't come on time.

"I'll miss you." You tighten your grip around Chrollo's waist and look up at him. He smiles and strokes your hair with one hand while the other rests at your hip.

"I know you will. Now get going." You plant a kiss on his cheek then make your way out of the hideout, not forgetting to wave goodbye.

Chrollo returns to his place on the rubble and looks at the Spiders around him. "You two are really gross. You know that, right?" Machi says with obvious disgust in her voice.

"Oh, I think they are cute together!" Shizuku exclaims.

"You're going to follow them, aren't you?" Shalnark asks in his naturally cheerful voice. Chrollo nods his head, remaining silent. "Better hurry up, Boss! They'll be doing the doodle doo by the time you get there! Awe man, I should've stuck an antenna in their neck before they left!" Chrollo ignores everything else the Spiders say and gets up from his seat when he hears your car start. He is going to find out what you are up to.

After quite some time, he stands before the restaurant you planned to meet this mystery man at. Not only was this the place you were meeting the man at, but this is the place where you and Chrollo usually had dates together. It made Chrollo upset, but he would never admit that to anyone. He goes inside, trying not to bring attention to himself, and sits at the bar. He looks around cautiously until he sees you sitting across from a blond man. He doesn't recognize the blond, so he isn't anyone you told him about or introduced to him. Everything about this meeting was suspicious to Chrollo and it made him fume with anger. All he could do was wait until one of you began talking.

Either to his luck or his misfortune, Chrollo finally hears you say the words he had been dreading. "The troupe has been planning something." You look away from your plate and watch as Kurapika chokes on his food. Little to Chrollo's knowledge, you and Kurapika had made an agreement. If you gave Kurapika all the information you had about the Phantom Troupe and their upcoming plans, he would spare your life. However, if you told anyone about the agreement, the chain around your heart would kill you.

"Have you made any solid plans yet? Like the location or what the troupe will be stealing?" Kurapika asks in a whisper. His tone reminds you to take a quick glance around the restaurant before proceeding.

"Chrollo is going to call all the troupe members to Yorknew City for the auction. I'm sure you already connected those dots after what Hisoka told you during the Hunter Exam," Kurapika nods, "He plans on stealing everything on all five days. I don't know how he plans on doing that. He hasn't told me all the details yet, but I'll make sure to let you know when he does. The auction will be crowded. If you really want to get revenge for your clan, this would be a good time. Even if you don't want to take action, I heard a pair of the Scarlet Eyes will be there," you barely notice a slight change in the color of Kurapika's eyes when you mention his clan. He sits back in his seat and closes his eyes. When he opens them, they are back to their original color.

"Thank you for telling me this. I'll make preparations. Let me know when you have more information." You smile at Kurapika and open your mouth to tell him something else, but you're interrupted by the sound of a glass breaking across the room. You shift your attention over to the bar and watch as a tall man in a suit storms out of the restaurant. Droplets of blood fall to the floor, letting you know that he was the man who broke the glass. For a second, the man reminds you of Chrollo, but it couldn't be him. He was still at the hideout, wasn't he? You couldn't help but find the man familiar.

"Why are you helping me, Y/N?" Kurapika breaks your train of thought and you bring your attention back to the blond in front of you, forgetting the man who caused the commotion. You hadn't expected him to ask such a bizarre question. It took you a bit to find an answer.

"I'm not entirely sure why I've chosen to betray the Phantom Troupe. I'm just tired of causing so much pain and chaos. I want to change," you respond hesitantly. Kurapika continues to stare at you, trying to find more to your answer.

"What about Chrollo? Aren't you in love with him?" You grimace at Kurapika's question.

"I do love Chrollo. I always have. I know that betraying the Spiders means I'm betraying him, but I can't live like this anymore. I want to be happy. I want to put an end to the Phantom Troupe's destruction. You saw what they did to your clan. I'm not saying I'm not happy with Chrollo and the Spiders. I enjoy the time I spend with them. We just don't share the same future anymore. I want to get married to Chrollo and live in a house together. I want to start a family. I can't do that with him when we are Spiders. I'm in love with Chrollo as a person, not his job as leader of the Phantom Troupe or his past choices. I don't even like my own past choices anymore." You sink back into your seat and close your eyes for a moment before looking back at Kurapika.

"Thank you for doing this for me, for my clan," Kurapika tells you, "but are you sure you'll be able to live without Chrollo? It sounds like you really love him." You smile sadly at the thought of all the time you spent with Chrollo.

"I'll be fine with the memories. I'll be able to move on," you pause, "eventually. Actually, Chrollo and I have made quite a few memories in this exact restaurant. We had our first official date here." Kurapika looks at you with surprise.

"Really? Are you sure being here now won't tarnish the memories you've made together?" You shake your head.

"I probably won't be able to come here again once they figure out I've betrayed them. I like to think of it as, I don't know, a final goodbye to this place." Kurapika nods his head to show he understands what you mean. You look around the restaurant one more time before placing the cost for your meal on the table. "I don't have anything else to tell you about the auction plans or the troupe. I'll call you the next time we need to meet."

"Thank you again. Remember the promise you made and the consequences." You nod in response and stand up from your seat. You say goodbye to Kurapika and begin making your way back to the hideout.

When you return to the hideout, the sun has set and everything is dark except for the few candles that illuminate the area around Chrollo. A few Spiders watch as you walk into the room, but most of them ignore your presence. Chrollo keeps his attention on the book in front of him and doesn't bother looking up until you're standing in front of him. You place a hand to his cheek and bend down to kiss him. Chrollo smiles into the kiss and brings a hand up to push your hair behind your ear. "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting," you say as you pull away from him.

"There's no need to apologize," Chrollo says nothing more. He keeps his eyes on your face and slowly strokes your cheek with his thumb. In the corner of your eye, you spot a white bandage wrapped around the palm of his hand. Your eyes widen and you grab his hand, gently tracing over the bandage.

"What happened while I was gone? Are you ok?" Chrollo laughs at your concern and lifts your chin up with his other hand so you can look at his face.

"It's nothing to be worried about. I burned myself on one of the candles." You stare at him, still concerned. Chrollo smiles at you and grabs one of your hands with his injured one. "I'm truly fine. I've dealt with far worse injuries. You should be well aware of that. A small burn is nothing to me."

"Alright," you lower your hand with his and swing them back and forth, "Just try to be a bit more careful."

"I'll try," he laughs, "Do you have anything planned for the next few days?" You shake your head, confused.

"No, I don't. Why?"

"Do you want to check into a hotel with me? We haven't gone anywhere together in a while." He isn't wrong. You and Chrollo have been staying at the hideout for the past few days because he has been making preparations for the auction in Yorknew City.

"That'd be nice. I'd love to."

"Perfect," Chrollo gives you a kiss then moves over, giving you space to sit next to him, "We can leave tomorrow in the afternoon."

The next day, Chrollo takes you to a hotel you've never been to before. He told you that the room would be a bit small, but he made sure everything was perfect for you. You grew to love times like this. After spending so much time at the dirty hideout and traveling, spending time at a hotel was like heaven. Staying at a hotel is also the closest you would get to actually living in a house with Chrollo. It makes you happy.

For this stay, in particular, you are looking forward to one thing, the bathtub. Traveling with Chrollo usually means quick showers and no relaxing. In his description of the room, Chrollo also mentioned that the tub would be able to fit both of you together. It's the perfect situation for you. Not knowing when you'll get another opportunity like this, the first thing you do when you get in the room is drag Chrollo into the bathroom and turn the faucets on.

"What do you think you're doing?" Chrollo asks in a joking tone. You roll your eyes and take off his coat, letting it fall to the floor.

"Do you even remember the last time you took a bath, let alone one together?"

"I suppose you have a point." Chrollo takes off your shirt and pulls you closer. His hands slowly trail up your torso and leave a trail of goosebumps across your skin. "Do you know how much I adore you?" One of his hands reaches your chin and he gently lifts it so you can meet his gaze. You lean in closer and smile.

"Why don't you show me?" Chrollo smiles back at you and moves his hand to brush away a loose strand of hair before lowering it.

"If we don't hurry up the tub will overflow." The disappointment on your face is evident and Chrollo loves it. You step away from him and begin helping him take off the rest of his clothes. He does the same for you, making sure to leave lingering touches in random places. When you are both completely undressed, he takes your hand and helps you step into the bathtub. You slowly sit down in the tub then help Chrollo lower himself behind you. He wraps his around your waist and holds you closer to his body. He silently watches as you lean your head against his chest and trace his jawline. He brings his hand to your cheek and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

As you pull away from the kiss you bring your hand up to his hair and lightly run your fingers through it. "Will you let me wash your hair?" You ask, your voice coming out as barely a whisper. Chrollo nods and kisses you one more time. A smile forms on your lips as you carefully bring water to his hair then comb your fingers through to wash away the gel. Chrollo watches you lovingly and closes his eyes when you squirt some shampoo in your hands. You lather the soap into his hair and massage his scalp. A small sigh of relief comes through his lips, making you smile. You press a quick kiss to his lips to let him know you're all done. Chrollo's eyes open, and he turns your body away from him, running a quick hand through your hair.

"It's your turn now," he whispers in your ear. He covers your hair in your shampoo and carefully massages the soap in, making sure not to hurt you in any way. You allow your eyes to flutter shut and tilt your head back in satisfaction. A small grin forms on Chrollo's face as he watches you unwind. Once he finishes with the shampoo, he rinses it out and places a few kisses along the side of your neck. You press your back against his chest and bring a hand to his cheek as he plants a few more kisses on your jaw. You turn back around to face him as he pulls away from you. You have him close his eyes and rinse out his hair for him. You watch as his hair falls to the sides of his head and brush a few strands away from his face. When all the suds are gone, you kiss the tattoo that rests on his forehead then lean down to kiss his lips.

You two continue to wash each other off and relax until the bathwater turns cold and you're both ready to get out. You unplug the drain as Chrollo steps out of the tub and grabs towels for the both of you. As you climb out of the tub, he wraps the towel around you and dries off your body. He breathes out and slows his motions. His focus moves from your body to your face. "You're mesmerizing." Your eyes quickly light up at his compliment. You lock your lips with his and rest your hand on his chest to balance yourself. One of his hands trails down to your hip and gently holds you closer to him. Once you move away to take a breath, you grab one of the towels on the sink and begin drying off Chrollo's chest.

"You know you aren't too shabby yourself," you tease. Chrollo grins and continues drying you off.

When you're both completely dry and dressed, you follow Chrollo out of the bathroom and crawl under the covers with him. He turns on the TV and flips through the channels to a random one you both like. You scoot closer to him once he puts the remote down. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and you lean your head against his chest. It's nights like these that remind you who your heart will always belong to. Even if you'll eventually have to go your separate ways, you'll never truly be able to move on.

You lose your focus on TV and begin mindlessly tracing the details of Chrollo's abdomen. Since he was always shirtless, it was obvious how muscular he was, but you never took much time to truly admire him. His body was amazing. Suddenly Chrollo takes in a sharp breath of air and grabs your hand.

"Stop, it tickles." Your mouth opens in shock and you lift your head up to stare at him.

"You, Chrollo, the leader of the Phantom Troupe, are ticklish? How do I not know this?"

"Most people who try to tickle me don't live to tell the tale. You're just lucky." You let out a stifled laugh in response.

"I promise I won't tell anyone about my discovery."

"You'll take it to your grave?"

"To my grave."

You bring your head back to his chest and turn back to the TV. You slowly lift your hand to continue tracing his abdomen, but he grabs your hand once more before you can even touch him. You throw your head back and let out the laugh you've been trying to hold in. Chrollo removes the arm around your shoulder and moves so his body is hovering above yours. The hand he grabbed is now locked together with his and pressed against the bed next to your head.

"Did you think I was joking about them not living to tell the tale? You don't want to be considered unlucky now, do you?" Your laughter comes to a stop and you take a moment to collect yourself before meeting his eyes.

"Maybe I do. Just a little bit."

"If you insist," Chrollo says as he lowers his face towards yours. You lift your head up to meet him halfway, but you're stopped by Chrollo's free hand attacking your side, tickling you mercilessly. You're thrown into a fit of laughter and can barely catch a second to breathe. You reach down and push his hand away, but he grabs that hand as well, locking it with his and pinning it to the other side of your head. He lowers his head again, your noses barely touching. "Would you like me to show you mercy?" You try to calm your breathing as you quickly nod your head.

"Mercy, please. I'm sorry I tried to tickle you." You laugh again at the fact Chrollo is ticklish. He smiles as he watches you laugh and peppers a few kisses on your cheeks before capturing your lips in a kiss. It's short-lived due to the fact you could hardly breathe, but wonderful nonetheless. Chrollo lets go of your hands and returns to his spot on the bed. You sit up and kiss his cheek before moving your head back to his chest, this time resisting the urge to tickle him. "I love you, Chrollo," you say in a sigh.

"I know you do."

The next morning, you wake up, and Chrollo is already awake standing at the end of the bed dressed in a suit with his tattoo covered up.

"Get ready. We're going for a walk," he orders. You quickly leave the comfort of the bed and get ready without any complaints. Going on walks together is another rare thing you and Chrollo do together. It usually requires him to not be busy and for him to wear something other than his coat.

Once you're dressed and ready, Chrollo takes your hand and leads you away from the hotel to a nearby path surrounded by all kinds of greenery. You don't see many people walking along the path, but Chrollo still insists you take the more secluded path with him. Again, you don't complain and walk with him down the path.

No one is walking down the path as Chrollo said, but you aren't paying attention to any of that. You're too busy looking at the breathtaking scenery. All around you are hundreds of flowers ranging from all sorts of colors. The trees are a vibrant green and the bright blue sky can barely be seen poking through their leaves. If Chrollo wasn't holding your hand, you probably would have forgotten he was even with you. You stop walking with him for a moment and, hands still together, squat down to look at the flowers. This group of flowers in particular is white. You wish you knew more about flowers so you could tell what kind they are. You reach a hand to one's petal and gently rub it with your thumb. It's delicate and smooth.

When you stand back up, Chrollo is already facing you with one of the flowers in between his fingers. He reaches out to you and gently tucks the flower behind your ear. You smile at him and wrap your arms around his neck. You lean in and press a kiss to his lips. Chrollo returns your kiss and slowly backs you up till your back is pressed against one of the trees. He pulls away and brings his attention to the flower behind your ear, carefully readjusting it.

"You look gorgeous today. The flower makes you even more so. Do you happen to know what kind of flower it is?" he asks, eyes still focused on the flower. When he looks back at you, his eyes are filled with sadness, but his expression remains blank. "It's a chrysanthemum. Sometimes they are used during funerals, especially white ones. It's very fitting for this situation." You look at Chrollo confused and stare at him, looking for an answer.

"I don't understand what you mean." Chrollo doesn't answer you. He continues staring into your eyes, occasionally looking towards the flower. Then it hits you and all color drains from your face. "You know?"

"My trust is sacred, Y/N. I thought you were worthy." Chrollo reaches to your cheek, the white bandage coming into your view, and gently holds you. You feel sick to your stomach as you connect more of the puzzle pieces.

"You were at the restaurant, weren't you? You didn't ever burn your hand. You cut it on the glass." Your eyes dart from Chrollo's face and his hand in panic, your heartbeat quickening.

"Not only that, but I heard your phone call as well. Would you care to tell me what you exactly have planned?" Chrollo's voice is empty and has no emotion behind it as he talks. His eyes are staring straight into yours, but you can tell he isn't focused on you anymore. The sadness you saw before remains in his eyes, unchanging. You wish you could tell him why you went to Kurapika, why you chose to betray him, but you can't. You promised Kurapika you wouldn't tell a soul. You would die if you told Chrollo.

"I can't tell you," Chrollo breathes out in disappointment and his hand lowers from your cheek to rest on your jaw, "I promise I would if I could."

"Your promises mean nothing to me now. You betrayed the Spider. You betrayed me." The words that came from his mouth scared you, but you knew this would happen to you sooner or later. Unless Kurapika's chains ended you or Chrollo, Chrollo's discovery of your betrayal would be inevitable. You accepted that.

"I'm sorry." Your voice comes out as barely a whisper. Chrollo's hand falls to your neck and he sets his other arm on the tree and rests his forehead on it. In the corner of your eye, you can barely see that his eyes have widened, and if you look at his chest, you can tell his breathing had sped up. The thumb of his hand on your neck slowly strokes your collarbone in a steady rhythm that didn't match his breathing. His eyes close for merely a second and then he returns to his position in front of you. Both of his hands move to cup your cheeks. He looks directly into your eyes.

"I loved you," he says. You could barely hear a hint of emotion behind his voice this time.

"I know you did."

"Did my love mean nothing to you?"

"It meant everything to me."

Chrollo's eyes well up in tears as his hands leave their place on your cheeks and move to your neck. His thumbs slowly pressed down on your throat and his fingers tightened around your neck. You try to take a few labored breaths, but barely anything comes in. His grip is too strong. The flower that had once sat behind your ear now fell to the ground unnoticed.

"I love you," you choke out, barely audible. Chrollo's fingers curl and press tighter around your neck as he hears you. Although your vision is becoming dark and blurry, you can clearly see tears trickle down his cheeks. You close your eyes, not wanting to see him cry anymore.

"I know you do." Chrollo's eyes burn with both anger and sadness. He knows he has to do this to protect the Spider, so he keeps his hands wrapped tight around your throat even though he doesn't want to. You don't try to fight Chrollo off either. You are fine with this ending. You knew the day you began dating Chrollo that you would never get your happy ending with him. You knew you would die before that ever happened. You also knew, deep down, that Chrollo accepted this twisted ending as well.

When consciousness finally slips from your limp body and the burning of your empty lungs fades away, Chrollo gently lowers your body to the ground and rests you against the tree. He picks up the flower that had fallen and holds it in his hand. He holds the petals in between his fingers as you did once before. It is soft and delicate, just like you were. He returns the flower behind your ear and slowly places his shaky hand against your cheek. The color from your once bright face is slowly draining away and your lips have taken on a shade of blue.

"I'll miss you."

No one knows he will.

#chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #chrollo imagine #chrollo oneshot #chrollo fluff #chrollo angst

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sidespromptblog · 5 years

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Liar: Part 2

One, Three, Four, Five, Six, and End.

Summary: In the midst of a breakdown, Deceit comforts Logan. It is while doing so that Logan decides that if the others can't accept him for him... then he'll just be what Deceit is... another liar.

Word Count: 2230

The trill of the alarm clock cut through the morning air like a finely sharpened knife, and before it could even think to go off a second time a hand hastily shot out and silenced it for good.

Discomfort radiated through Logan’s bones, feeling all too similar to the sensation of having run five miles in less than three hours. His muscles felt like they had tied themselves into knots, as he attempted to stretch out his sore legs along his bed, burying his face even more into Deceit’s leg as he attempted to crack open his eyes. With the sheer exhaustion that both he and his body felt, it was a miracle that he didn’t fall asleep right then and there. It was just thanks to the twinging of discomfort in his joints and muscles that made such a thing impossible for him, even the softness of his own bed made it feel as if he was laying on a bed of concrete.

Under him, Deceit squirmed as well as his fingers reflexively curled into the logical side’s messy hair.

“Good morning,” Logan mumbled into Deceit’s leg, feeling something akin to warmth and giddiness upon knowing that the other side was still here and hadn’t left the moment that he had fallen asleep. Turning his head, Logan for the first time in a long while felt a genuine smile tugging at his lips as he opened his eyes in order to gaze warmly up at the dishonest side, “How did yo-” Just for the warm sunlight beaming in through the window to feel like scorching hot coals pressing into his eye sockets.

Within seconds, a pained noise sounding like something an injured animal and the sound an ordinary human would make escaped from his lips before he even had a chance to stop it. He’d never felt such an awful sensation grating against the inside of his brain, not even when Thomas had gotten drunk and suffered from one of the worst hangovers that he could recall.

This.. whatever this was, was so much worse than anything he’d ever felt in his entire existence.

“Easy does it, easy...” Deceit murmured, his gloved hands hastily pressing over Logan’s eyes in an effort to block out the nearly blinding sunlight coming in through the window of his bedroom, his thumb gingerly stroked the logical side’s temple as sympathy and guilt coursed through him. Out of everything, this had to be the one thing that he had to forget to tell Logan about. He could still recall how unbearably uncomfortable being stuck with one snake eye had made him, and Logan... Logan didn’t even have the mercy of having just one weird eye, he had two now. “Your new eyes aren’t yet adjusted to natural lighting well enough yet, it’ll take a few days. It’s like… like a new pair of glasses.” He explained, as the knot of guilt in his chest slowly eased as soon as Logan’s breathing calmed. “Okay?”

For a moment there was nothing but silence as the ex-logical side’s fingers dug into the side of his leg before eventually going slack. Just silence and the even motion of Logan’s chest rising and falling with each breath that he took. For that moment there was nothing, at least not until Logan’s grasp on Deceit’s leg abruptly loosened as he shifted his grip in an effort to loosely run his fingers over the other side’s hand that was still firmly pressed over his eyes. It was with that moment alone, that Deceit felt himself go slack as he gingerly intertwined his fingers with Logan’s, a warmth burning in his chest, unlike anything he’d ever had the pleasure of feeling before. Remus was one thing when it came to touchy-feely emotions, but right now… here…

He was feeling things that he never thought that he was allowed to.

“Deceit,” Logan swallowed thickly as he adjusted himself against the dishonest side’s chest, “What’s going to happen now? I…” Again he swallowed, as the nervous thoughts of what was going to happen and what had already happened ran amuck in his head. Just how would the others react to seeing him like this? How would he react to their reaction? What would happen to him now that he wasn’t pure Logic anymore? His room had always been in the centermost part of Thomas’ logical thinking, so.. so where was it going to be now? Would he be without a room?

Above all else though, there was a worry that ate at him more than any of the others. There was no way on earth that Patton, Roman, and Virgil were going to accept any of this, there was no way that they wouldn’t blame Deceit for all of this, and… there was no way on earth that they were going to make him feel wrong for choosing this.

A soft but rough sigh escaped Deceit’s lips as he shifted his hand, running his gloved fingers through Logan’s hair now that the logical side knew to keep his eyes shut. “I..” The words twisted on his tongue, and it took a genuine effort to not let lies alone spill forth at the difficult question. “I don’t know,” He finally admitted, “The split between creativity was something completely different than this, you.. you more or less chose to be logical deceit who deals with emotions while I’m purely Thomas’... emotional deceit that has to deal with… the logic so to say. I’m not going to force you to stay with me, and I’m not going to force you to turn away from the others. You can do whatever you want to now that you can see their lies for yourself. I won’t… get in the way, and I’m not going to tell you whether what you’re doing is right or wrong. That’s for you to choose, it always will be.”

Another squeeze came from Logan, as he clutched Deceit’s hands just the slightest bit tighter.

“Okay.” Came the soft and near-silent response to the dishonest side’s words, a single word and yet it was a word that to both of them meant so very much.

For the longest time, they just laid there, with Logan nestling is face against the softness of Deceit’s caplet feeling like aloe against a rough sunburn in compared to how everything else felt against his new scales. He would have been content to stay there, neither of them moving a single inch until their bodies demanded it, and just the two of them relaxing in a calm quiet atmosphere that almost and very nearly made them both nod off again with how relaxing it was to just relax with one another. The constant feeling of Deceit’s fingers running through his hair, coupled with the hand that consistently ran up and down his back felt… blissful. There was really no other word for it, as his consciousness faded in and out of sleep with each gentle movement of Deceit’s hand.

Unfortunately, their time together wasn’t to last.

Not as the sound of what could only be described as a thousand voices pounding at the inside of his skull, crashed against his mind in a flurry of wave after wave. Within an instant, his hands that had been laying against Deceit’s chest bunched up and clawed at the dishonest side’s chest, as a pained cry left his lips. They really weren’t going to let him have a single second, were they? The voices scream and bellowed his name, howling it with the force of a hurricane crashing against the land. The nausea from such an assault hit him like a gale-force wind, and it was an honest struggle to not throw up all over Deceit.

“Is it the light?! Here, this will help!” The dishonest side in question worriedly asked, gripping is caplet tight as he moved to cover Logan’s face with it, in an effort to shield his new eyes from the burning prickling light of the day.

Just to stop dead, as Logan scrunched up his face shaking his head into Deceit’s shoulder as pained tears pricked at his eyes. His hand remained frozen though, still holding the black fabric of his caplet up just in case Logan should have need of it. He watched the other thickly swallow his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion, as if he was fighting back the urge to throw up. His grip on Deceit’s shirt hadn’t lessened in the slightest as he burrowed his head even more into him, before abruptly pulling away his eyes still shut just as tightly as they had been before.

“They.. they’re trying to summon me.” Logan hoarsely answered, just the sheer force of them trying to do it when he didn’t want to show up, told him exactly what Virgil had felt when they had tried to make him rise up after he had ducked out. Nevertheless, a sharp biting laugh fell from his lips, as he blindly took off his glasses summoning something else in their place. “They’re not very good at doing it when I’d rather stay here with you.”

Opening his eyes for the first time, Logan was graced with seeing the flush that descended the human side of Deceit’s face through the sunglasses he had slid on. It was a beautiful sight he had to admit, no matter how he tried to hide it by scrunching his face down into the collar of his button-up shirt. Logan could see it all, and just the sight of it made something warm throb in his heart. He wanted nothing more than to lean in and cover every one of those scales with a kiss that would wipe away Deceit’s concern about being loveable by the others’ standards. He wanted to cup and cradle his face, and he wanted to feel the warmth of the blush on his fingers. He wanted to brush his fingers over the apple of Deceit’s cheek, so that he couldn’t even think about hiding his blush from him.

He knew what he wanted to do.

The dishonest side cleared his throat, dragged his gaze away from Logan. “So... “ He began, acting as if the scarlet red flush on his non-scaled side was non-existent. “What are you going to do then?”

Nevertheless, what he wanted would have to wait.

“I,” Logan wrinkled his nose a little, and in that very second Deceit wanted to touch the wrinkles that such an action made on the other side’s face. He would have called it cute, except for the slight quirk of Logan’s lips. “Need a bit of a change, I can’t exactly show up after who knows how long looking like this.” In one gesture Logan motioned to himself, and at that moment Deceit felt something akin to disappointment crackling under his skin.

Did… did Logan mean the scales? He understood that they weren’t exactly desirable to many of the other sides but in the very least he would have thought that Logan would want to keep them instead of pretending like they never existed in the first place. Then again… he was deceit now too, whatever he did with that title was his to choose from. He had even said that he wouldn’t argue with whatever Logan decided to do now that he had changed himself.

So he could only watch as Logan slid off of the bed, and with a click of his fingers he-

Changed his clothes.

The smooth leather of the jacket felt like silk on his scales and with his glasses no longer perched on his face, the sunglasses that protected his new eyes from the head-splitting migraines was a familiar weight while being completely different all at the same time. Even the ripped pants and worn leather of the boots felt all too different, and comforting to him in his new form. For half a second he was tempted to toss his tie away, to rip it from around his neck and toss into the depths of his closet so that he could never find it again. But after a careful amount of consideration, he merely settled on leaving it hanging around his neck, untied and fluttering at the slightest movement that he made. Looking in the mirror he couldn’t help but to grin at himself, his fangs glinting in the light of his bedroom.

He looked like a completely different person entirely, with his tie being the only link to who he had once been in the past. And the jury was still out on whether he’d even keep it or not, all things considered… he wasn’t really that serious anymore.

“Well,” He began, turning so that Deceit could see every inch of him and his new outfit. “How do I look?”

Gloved hands stroked the side of his face, a movement that Logan easily leaned into without a second’s worth of hesitation on the matter. The proud and equally excited smirk on Deceit’s face said it all as his eyes brimmed with the kind of emotion that he couldn’t accurately describe, but not before he leaned in pressing a solid kiss against the ex-logical side’s forehead. Letting it linger for a moment too long before pulling away, his hands drifting back down to rest on his shoulders.

“You look ready… Deceit.”

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clericbyers · 5 years

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after mike comes out to the party, no one is really unsupportive. lucas, dustin, and max are a little uncomfortable at first, but after a while they stop caring. anyways, when they get more comfortable, whenever no one but the party is around mike, and trying to get him to do something he doesn't want to do, he uses "being too gay" as an excuse

Mike didn’t really expect to tell the Party anytime soon, not because he didn’t trust them but simply because he didn’t know how to say it. Words were Mike’s forte but words when being used to express his own emotions usually escaped him. He had been formulating a plan on what to say for a good number of weeks once he decided he would eventually tell them, but in the end, the news was unceremoniously dropped during a lazy weekend night.

“Mike,” started Dustin as he splayed himself on the floor. “you gonna ask out that cute chick from homeroom already? I heard she’s really into you.”

“What?” Mike scoffed and distractedly ate chips from a bowl on his chest as he laid his body across the couch. “No way.”

“No way she’s into you or no way you’ll ask her out?” Lucas asked from the other side of the room where he was lounging with Max. “Because yes way, she’s into your oblivious ass and yes way, you should.”

Mike sat up a little, frowning as he rubbed at his eyes and felt an uncomfortable buzz in his chest. “Uh, no way to asking her out.” He looked down at the chip bowl and felt his stomach flip. “I’m not interested.”

Max gave him a curious look. “I’m surprised, Mike; she really seems like your type.”

“And what is my type then because I’m pretty sure you don’t know.”

“Short, brunette, wide smile, good humor,” Dustin started listing off traits and then paused. “Basically El, actually. Wait…El is literally the only girl you’ve liked.”

Mike rubbed at the back of his head and nervously took another chip to his mouth. “Yeah, huh? Wow, that’s crazy.”

“I thought you said you were fine with it being over between you two.”

“I am fine.” Mike chewed on his chip, opened his mouth to say more, and then shut it as he felt his heart speed up in his chest. He looked over at his friends and then sighed. “It’s just…there’s not gonna be another girl out there for me.”

“Unless it’s El?” Max guessed.

“No.” Mike gritted his teeth and slouched as he stared up at the ceiling. He couldn’t look them in the eye and say this. “Because there are no girls for me.”

“Plenty of girls like you now, Mike; it’s not like middle school anymore.”

Lucas was right, it wasn’t like middle school anymore. Mike couldn’t hide it. “I’m…I don’t like girls. Like at all.”

There was silence for at least two minutes and Mike kept his eyes closed until Dustin spoke up. “Like in general or like like, like you don’t have a crush?”

Mike threw his hands up with a groan. “I’m gay! Like, really fucking gay and super into guys, alright?” He rubbed his hands down his face. “That’s why you don’t know my type.”

“Oh,” Lucas croaked and Mike took the chance to give his friends a glance. Dustin had sat up and was eyeing Mike curiously while Lucas and Max had twin furrowed brows. None of them looked visibly upset about the news but they didn’t look particularly settled about it either.

Dustin spoke up. “Wow, that’s…that’s surprisingly not as shocking as I expected it to be.” He squinted his eyes and looked Mike up and down. “Are you sure?”

Mike blinked twice. “What? Of course I’m sure.” He frowned and stared back at his bowl. “Why would I not be? It’s not like anything has changed.”

“No, no! I didn’t mean it like it’s a bad thing I just,” he waved his hands about, “it’s taking a moment to sink in, you know? I didn’t mean to seem like I don’t believe you; I do! I really do.”

“You don’t, uh, hate me?” Mike turned to Lucas and Max who were still silent after he came out. “I meant to tell you earlier but…it’s not really everyday conversation.”

“We don’t hate you, Mike, not at all.” Max started with a soft smile. “It’s just something to get used to, you know? But I promise you, there’s no hate at all.”

“Yeah,” Lucas grinned widely. “You’re still Mike after all. Now we just know why you keep rewatching Back to the Future.”

Mike flushed and scowled as he stuffed his face with more chips to avoid having to answer the incoming questions. “Oh my god, all this time I thought you had the hots for Marty’s mom,” Dustin gasped before cackling. “Fuck, Mike, you have the hots for Michael J. Fox.”

“Shut up,” Mike spat back though his face was bright red with embarrassment. “It’s not my fault he’s cute.”

Even saying that aloud made Mike blush harder and he returned to the chips with a vengeance. “Oh, this is so weird,” blurted Max and everyone turned to her with a quickness. “No, not that Mike is gay, you idiots, just that Mike and I have more in common than I thought.”

“Hey, I thought you told me you think River Phoenix is way hotter that Fox!” Lucas grumbled.

“That doesn’t mean Michael J. Fox isn’t hot! I mean, look at his ass!”

Mike nodded. “She’s kinda right.”

“My girlfriend and best friend are conspiring against me.” bemoaned Lucas as he slumped in his seat. Max scoffed but laughed and pulled him back up in their shared seat. “I can’t win against celebrities.”

“You’ll always win for me.” Max cooed as she pressed a kiss to Lucas’ cheek. Mike felt a little twinge in his chest as he thought about one day being able to be as open about loving someone as Max was about Lucas. That someone had already stolen his heart long ago but he’d already told enough on the day. Maybe that news would come later.

Later took a while longer than Mike expected. Even though the Party was honestly totally fine about Mike being gay, they still had moments of silence whenever Mike voiced an opinion about finding some guy cute or something along those lines. The moments of silence grew shorter and shorter, especially when Max would fill it with an agreement or beg to differ. She was surprisingly helpful with keeping the awkward dissonance between everyone low and even though Mike was loath to admit, he was genuinely happy they could bond over this. He really never expected to be able to simply talk about his attraction so easily but Max was frighteningly receptive and Mike couldn’t ask for anything better.

“So, who are you crushing on?” Max asked one day when it was just the two of them hanging out outside the comic book shop with Wonder Woman and Captain America back issues in hand. “I can tell you’ve got someone in mind so spill it; I wanna know.”

Mike shrugged and sipped at his Coke. “I think it’s pretty obvious.”

“Well, if it was I wouldn’t be asking.”

“Fair point.” Mike looked to make sure no one was nearby and then softly said, “Will.”

Max took a couple seconds and then nodded before motioning for Mike to get up and follow her. “That explains a lot.”

“Does it?” Mike tightened his grip on his comics. “I thought I was good at hiding it.”

“I didn’t say it was obvious, dummy.” Max flicked his forehead and then shook her head with a chuckle. “It’s just when you put the way you are with him together with knowing how you feel toward him, it all adds up. It makes sense.”

“Oh.” Mike stared at the ground and then cleared his throat. “Well, yeah. Yeah, he’s kinda it for me.”

“That’s disgustingly cute, Mike; don’t ever tell me that again.” She laughed and then grew a little softer. “Seriously though, I’m glad he makes you feel all fuzzy warm like crushes do. He’s a good kid from what I know. I’m glad you feel, uh, comfortable enough to share with me.”

“Me too.”

After that, there were basically no issues whenever Mike mentioned something in passing about being gay. And eventually, Dustin and Lucas learned about Mike’s crush on Will and they spent most their time accepting the news by teasing Mike relentlessly, especially when Will called the Wheelers and Mike would answer down in the basement where Dustin and Lucas would make kissy noises.

(When Will confessed over the line one day and Mike basically replied with, “I’m so in love with you; yes, I’ll be your boyfriend, why did you ever think I wouldn’t,” Lucas, Dustin, and Max cheered so loud Mrs. Wheeler came downstairs to check on them. When she left, they continued their cheering at a lower decibel but still equally excited.)

About a month later, Mike was lazily outlining a new story he had spent hours bouncing ideas off Will for (a conversation that was half Mike organizing his thoughts on his soon-to-be novel and half being the grossest couple on the face of the planet) and the rest of the Party was impatiently waiting for him to finish. He has said six times already “just five more minutes” and at least three of those times he didn’t actually add more to his notes as his mind kept wandering to Will’s soft words about how much he missed Mike. He really didn’t want to get up and lose inspiration or the freedom to laze around and daydream about Will.

“C’mon, Mike,” whined Dustin, “we said we’d go out biking over thirty minutes ago.”

“Sorry,” he replied mindlessly as his traced the scribbled I love Will in the top corner of the page, “I’m too busy being gay right now.”

Max fell out cackling and Lucas made a face. “If you don’t want to go you can just say so.”

“Hmm?” Mike looked up, seemingly confused before he thought back on what he said. “Oh. Well, I mean, I do wanna go, I was just…” he motioned vaguely with his hands and then groaned. “That came out so wrong.”

“That came out so wrong,” Max giggled and Mike flipped her off.

“I swear, Mike, if you start tossing around your gayness as an excuse to not do shit with us,” Dustin playfully teased as he plopped down next to Mike and snatched his notebook from his hands. “Oh god, Mike; not even I doodle love letters in my notebooks.”

“Hey!” Mike squealed, sitting up as his face went scarlet. “I didn’t say you could take that!”

“My heart yearns for the warmth of your gaze, desperation laced in every beat as each breath from my parted lips echoes the taste of your lips,” Dustin wheezed out between huffs of laughter as he bounced off the couch to find refuge in Max and Lucas. “Do you even know what his lips taste like?”

“Shut up, Dustin!”

Max took the notebook next. “Eyes as bright as starlight, enchanting as the northern star above whose light offers the path to freedom. For me, that is freedom to love you as deeply as I do.” She wriggled her eyebrows and passed the papers to Lucas as Mike lunged for her. “Mike the poet, huh?”

“It’s not for Will–I mean it is for Will, but not like that!” Mike snatched the notebook back before Lucas could get a good glance. “It’s a letter one of the characters in my novel wrote for his love interest, okay?”

“Sure, Mike,” Lucas drawled, “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Mike pouted and stormed back to his seat, tucking the notebook under his arm as he plopped down. “You guys can go biking then; I’ll stay here writing love poems and being gay for my boyfriend.”

“You’re such a drama queen.” Max laughed but stood up and stretched before walking to Mike where she patted the top of his head. “Have fun, but next time you’re coming with us.”

“Depends on how much gay is in the forecast,” Mike petulantly mumbled under his breath, but he grinned when Max started laughing again.

“Wheeler, you’re something else,” she turned back to the other boys and motioned for them to follow her upstairs. “We’ll see you in a few! Tell Will and El we said hello; I know you’re gonna call Will the moment we’re gone.”

Mike looked over at his friends on the staircase, a little guilty as his thoughts had indeed turned to possibly calling Will, and he smiled softly at their warm gazes. “I’ll be sure to pass along the message.”

#byler #byeler #yams writes #prompt? complete #it wasnt exactly as so bc i could not for the life of me get a good ending #but i hope this is good enough!!#<3 <3 <3 #max and mike friendship ftw #sorry this took like almost two weeks djsdjsdhs

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kimbapmmbapbap · 6 years

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Current Favourite Dramas

So I thought it would be a cute idea to share my top ten favourite dramas as of 2017. Maybe I will come back to this next year and it has completely changed or more or less stayed the same. I hope this will also come into use if someone wants to watch a new drama or wants to get into watching them!!! I will also include reasons why people may not like it just so if there is something you really hate when watching dramas, that you know it is there!!!

Anyway, here we go:

10 - Playful Kiss

I honestly love this one! It was the first drama I ever watched which is why it has to be on this list. If you look online, it seems to have a lot of hate around it due to the female character and that it is just one big cliche, but to be honest it is so nice once in a while to watch something a bit cheesy, and that doesn’t require much thought while watching it. For those who don’t know what the plot is, it revolves around a girl who is in the lowest class in her school and follows her love story around a boy who is the smartest and coolest in the school. At the beginning he hates her and often embarrass her on purpose in front of their classmates. But as fate makes their families live together, their love grows closer.

What may put you off this drama is its over clicheness, and the foolishness of the main leads. If you dont like too much cheese, then this may not be for you, but i do recommend it if you want something easy to watch and if you are interested in the Itazura Na Kiss franchise!!

09 - Smile, You

I fell onto this drama about two years ago and my god I was glad I did!!! The cast, the story, and the chemistry is just amazing!! It is a classic hate to love relationship between the main couple, the drama faces issues of money, family and changing the way you live. It involves two families: the Seo’s and the Kang’s. The Seo family are rich after inheriting the grandfathers business however they go bankrupt due to carelessness, and have no over option but to live with the Kang family, who has been serving under the Seo’s, and have to learn how to live frugally. I absolutely loved the female lead, she started off being a spoilt brat and always getting what she wanted, to someone who wants to work and earn her own money.

The only issue i find with this drama is that I constantly got frustrated with the other family members due to their stubbornness and constantly thinking that they are right when they are being stupid and annoying!! but other than that, I honestly think this drama is an amazing one. It is a 45 episode drama, but the episodes used to go by so quickly so it didnt take too long to watch!!

08 - My Father Is Strange

Oh my goodness, this drama honestly completely surprised me. It made me laugh and cry and smile with happiness. The whole cast were amazing and played their roles so well, it was almost like they were a real family. It revolves around a family of five who seem to be living the perfect live. However, when someone turns up claiming to be the fathers son, it all gets disrupted. What I liked about this drama the most is that each of the family members have their own individual story, and focuses on them building new relationships. I loved Jung So Min and Lee Joon’s character in it so much that i genuinely want them to be together irl!!!

The only issue i find with it was that some of the side stories dragged too long and the in-laws of one of the daughter’s in the family were a bit annoying!! But that shouldnt put you off it the drama. Even though it is a 52 episode drama, like Smile, You, it went by quickly and is something I think both drama veterans and newbies will enjoy!!!

07 - Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo

This was an absolutely beautiful, funny, and meaningful drama. The chemistry between the two characters was amazing, loved this couple!! That is not the only reason why I loved this drama. I honestly think the main reason I liked this drama is because it is the first one I have watched that has brought on the message on how serious mental health is, it doesn’t try to make a comedic or weakness element to it which i think it amazing!! The story revolves around a girl who is aiming to be a weightlifter and is studying at a sports university. It shows struggles with love, friendship, and mental health.

You know what, I honestly can’t think of a reason why you might not like it, other than that the female lead is a bit stubborn and foolish at times. It is a mood warmer and is certainly a must to watch.

06 - Secret Garden

Secret Garden was my first favourite drama. The plot is so good, and it thrilling and nerve-wrecking up to the end. It is another hate to love relationship drama, and features a lot of body swapping. The story focuses on the relationship of a stunt woman and a male ceo of a rich shopping centre who’s personality needs a bit of working on. The two end up drinking a potion that causes them to swap bodies when it rains. This leads to some funny, sad, and interesting moments between them. I loved the extended cast and their own stories, and it also features young Lee Jong Suk!!!!!!!

You may not like it if you dont like douchey male leads and cliches of evil mother in laws. It is a classic drama which I feel is almost wrong if you dont watch it!!!!

05 - Suspicious Partner

One of my favourites from 2017!!!! This drama is filled with funny moment, romance, and suspense!!!!! The Chemistry between Ji Chang Wook and Nam Ji Hyun was just unreal, I cant explain how much I love them!!!!!!! There was so much sexual tension and hot kisses!!! The story surrounds a woman who wants to be an attorney and a man who is a prosecutor. Everything changes for both of them after the female lead is framed for the murder of her cheating ex boyfriend. The acting in this drama was incredible, especially by the villain of the story, he was so good!!!

What was annoying about this drama is that there was a breaf period where the couple broke up when they didnt need to!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!!! I was so annoyed, but it didnt ruin the drama for me, and overall it was such a good drama, the plot was on point and was so suspenseful on how they were going to proof the killer of murder!!

04 - Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo

HOOOOOO BOI!!! This drama was a whirlwind of emotions, which is why I loved it!!!!! The first couple of episodes fooled me into thinking it was going to like a historical rom com, boy was i wrong!!!! If you are going to watch this prepare laugh a lot, cry a lot, feel betrayed by certain characters, and to fall in love with all of the princes!!!! If you do not know what this drama is about, well it revolves around a girl in the present day who when saving a boy from drowning is brought the the Goryeo times of Korea and finds out she is in the body of the cousin of the wife of one of the royal princes, and she soon has to find out that she has to adapt to royal life in korea!!!

I feel like if you research this that you will find a lot bad press about it, but don’t listen!!! It does have a rather different ending to what most thought it would have had, but you know what, i honestly believe that the ending was perfect, even though it broke my heart, it fit so well with how the story was told!!!! I do recommend in watching an up beat drama afterwords because its a sadden!!

03 - You’re Beautiful (joint 02)

The next 2 drama’s on this list are pretty much on a tie of second because of how much I loved them!!! You’re Beautiful is an absolute masterpiece in my opinion!!!! It is such a fun loving show, it made me laugh and smile so much, the chemistry between all of the characters was amazing and its nice to see that they are still all friends (this was made in 2009). The OST was so beautiful and catchy, I love Park Shin Hye’s singing!!! The plot consists of a nun in training who has to pretend to be her twin brother due to him having plastic surgery issues while getting ready to debut with as one of the biggest boy group as its new member. The lead of the group Tae Kyung and Mi Nam dont get on at the start due to several incidents, but after finding out she is a girl, he ends up with having to look after her in situations and both end up slowly liking each other.

Similar to playful kiss and secret garden, it holds a lot of cliche, and personally I did not the kind of love triangle and the second female lead, however I thought she was alright in the last episode. But overall, it is such an up beat drama. I watched this when I was going through a tough time in my life, and it really helped me get through some of my problems!!!!

02 - Pinocchio (joint 02)

I’ve got to say, I was so surprised by this drama!!! Everything about this drama is just ahhhh!!!! Park Shin Hye and Lee Jong Suk are my absolute favourites, they both perfectly acted their roles and their chemistry was beautiful!!! I recommend this drama with all my heart. Like I mentioned, I loved this main couple, but the reason why it gets my top pick was due to its plot. I loved the whole mystery element to it and how they used journalism to find the answer of how Dal-Po’s (ljs) father’s death was abused and caused the death and disappearance of his brother. It was an on edge, suspenseful drama, but also had its comedic elements. I absolutley loved the supporting cast, even the second male lead, which I rarely ever do!!

The only fault i find with this drama is that when I first watched it, i thought the first 3 or 4 episodes were quite slow, but now i find those as some of my favourites as it tells the past and how dal po was effected by the death of his father and how poor journalism changed his life!!! I cant tell you how many times I’ve watched this one, i remember the first time I watched it, I started it again straight after!!!

01- The Best Hit

As I am writing this, I can’t stop smiling!!! That is how happy The Best Hit made me!!! I found out about this drama a few days before the first episode aired due to the release of Beautiful Beautiful, a song for the soundtrack, and I instantly fell in love, not only with the song but also because it starred Yoon Shi Yoon who I absolutely adore!!!! There are so many reasons why I love this drama, so here are some: the 2 Days 1 Night references and cameos were amazing (the drama is directed by the past director of the variety show and Cha Tae Hyun who like YSY is a cast of the show). I liked how the plot of the drama was a mystery. No one knew where it was going, who was going to end up with who, what was going to happen to YSY’s character. I also liked how there wasnt really an evil character, and those who you thought were, they were just stupid. The plots consists of Hyun Jae (ysy) who is a famous pop star in 1993 time travelling to present day. He finds out that in 1994 he dissapeared, creating a conspiracy on if he is dead or alive. He finds out he has a son, and tries to help him achieve his dreams while falling in love along the way!!! It is so funny and sweet, I remember the waiting time each week for a new episode to arive!!!

What some people may not like about it is that there are sever continuity errors and areas which could have been developed further, but you have to hand them credit, it was the directorial debut drama for both PD Yoo and and Cha Taehyun!!! Honestly, this is one of my all time favourites and will all ways be!!! Please please please watch this drama!!!!!

SOME HONOURABLE MENTIONS:

The Ledgend of the Blue Sea

Oh My Ghostess

Boys Over Flowers

Flower Boys Next Door

Personal Preference

Because This is My First Life

While You Were Sleeping

#krdrama #2017 #playful kiss #smile you #my father is strange #weightlifiting fairy kim bok joo #secret garden #suspicious partner #Moon Lovers #you're beautiful #Pinnochio #the best hit #the legend of the blue sea #boys over flowers #oh my ghostess #flower boys next door #personal preferance #because this is my first life #while you were sleeping

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libralita · 6 years

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May Wrap Up | 2018

I have graduated from community college. As I write this it still hasn’t really hit me that I will no longer be going to school in my hometown and that I will be leaving in the fall. It’s going to be crazy. This month was pretty productive for reading. I binged Fullmetal Alchemist, I read several books, and I read a few manga books on my Kindle!

The first book that I read in May was Fullmetal Alchemist volume 4 by Hiromu Arakawa:

I really read this mostly in April but I was too lazy to add it to my wrap up for April so I just waited to marked as finish until May first. Still counting it for May. Any way, I really loved this book because it made me cry many times. Finding out that Scar killed Winry’s parents and her crying for him to bring them back destroy my soul. How dare you Hiromu Arakawa. How dare. Havoc losing the ability to walk, also not okay. Destroyed. Five out of five stars.

I continued on with Fullmetal Alchemist volume 5:

This one was also really good. We see Envy’s true form and that was just a barrel full of nope. Like Envy is Koh the face stealer’s waifu. Bradley is a dick and Lin gets turned in Greed which is just insane. We get flashbacks to the civil war and Armstrong makes me cry so much. I really enjoyed this one. Five out of five stars.

Then I completed my 2018 reading goal with Fullmetal Alchemist volume 6:

This was another great one! We get to meet Armstrong’s older sister Olivier who is crazy but also has some nice moments. We find out who Pride is AND HOLY FUCK WHAT? It’s apparently Bradley’s kid; which is…weird. So weird. He also controls these…weird things. Like holy shit nope. Nope nope nope. This book was great. Five out of five stars.

I continued on with Fullmetal Alchemist and read volume 7:

I liked this one less that I have liked the other books. This one had a couple of battles just off screen which was a bit lazy. We didn’t get to see any of the Dhrachma-Brigg fight. We didn’t get to see Alex and Olivier fight. But there was a funny joke with the Armstrong fight so I’ll give Hiromu that. Though the ending was pretty awesome. We got to see Van’s backstory which was messed up. Pride is such an awesome character. Plus, Mustang’s crew it starting to reform! Four out of five stars.

AND THEN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST VOLUME 8 HAPPENED:

Holy shit that was amazing! There were so many cool twists. So many characters were meeting up and splitting up. It was so cool and amazing! There was much action. We also get this really emotional scene where Roy has a chance to kill Envy and Scar, Ed, and Hawkeye talk him down. It’s so great! My second favorite fight scene in the whole series was Wrath V Greed. That was awesome. BUT THE ABSOLUTE BEST WAS THE ARMSTRONGS & CURTISES VS SLOTH! Holy crap I love all those characters and they were amazing. They work off so well together and I love them so much. Now shit is going downnnnn!!! Five out of five stars!

Then, I finally finished Fullmetal Alchemist with the last bind up:

This was a really great ending. The world ended…kind of? And there was epic battles. I think the battles were a little cooler in the last one but the big thing is that Al got his body back and Ed got his arm back. Roy got his vision back after losing it which was horrific. I cried when Al and Ed came home. It was such a sweet ending. Five out of five stars.

I didn’t just binge Fullmetal Alchemist I did a bit of rereading. First I reread Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson:

It wasn’t as good as I remember it being. It was still enjoyable but it didn’t have that punch it originally had. The ending was a little better though. I didn’t mind not getting the final battle and I did tear up when Scoot revealed to Lightsong they’re brothers. It was a really great scene. I still love Seb and Siri. I really wish we had the Nightblood book so we can see how Vivenna went from Warbreaker-Vivenna to Oathbringer-Vivenna. It’s still jarring. Five out of five stars regardless.

I also randomly picked up Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor:

This book was pretty good. It was my first Laini Taylor and I liked it. I often find that sometimes YA authors make their language too flowery but I think Taylor’s writing was pretty great. I enjoyed the characters. Lazlo and Sarai are both pretty great characters. I liked them equally as much. I liked the side characters. While Weep is interesting the godspawn’s powers are pretty much standard magic powers. Ghost manipulation, metal bending, fire bending, weather control, plant control. With the expectation of Sarai’s powers. Overall five out of five stars.

Then I reread Scarlet by Marissa Meyer:

This was about as good as I remember it. There were a few things that I forgot about like Scarlet’s dad and how sad her grandma dying was. Also I didn’t remember Kai being so bratty. He’s really bad at politicking. Like he just comes right out and tells Levana how much he knows about everything. It’s hard to explain but it’s very odd. Other than that I enjoyed this book. I think Scarlet and Wolf’s relationship is actually my favorite out of the four. It’s just so cute but passionate. Five out of five stars.

After reading Strange the Dreamer I decided to read Daughter of Smoke and Bone, also by Laini Taylor:

This one wasn’t as good as Strange the Dreamer. Karou was a little manic pixie dream girl and Akiva’s personality didn’t feel consistent. I also didn’t like that Madrigal’s backstory was just flung in towards the end of the book. It would have been nicer if Karou had dreams of her past just to give us hints. I still enjoy this book. I think I will continue with this story and I gave it four out of five stars.

Next I randomly picked up the audiobook book for My So-Called Bollywood Life by Nisha Sharma:

I enjoyed this book! My standards were kind of set low after When Dimple Met Rishi, so the fact that this book didn’t have “fuck people who are rich and/or white and/or male” message was a bonus. Some of the drama was a little exaggerated. Like Jenny was just a complete antagonist with no redeeming qualities. Dave and Winnie’s break up was a little force. However, I think the rest of the book was fun. Liked Winnie and Dave as characters and as a couple. I liked Winnie’s friends and family. I love India culture but I don’t know much about it and Sharma really does a great job describing it. This was a really nice book, so I gave it four out of five stars.

I then picked up Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi:

This book was pretty good. I had a couple of problems like the fact this was multi-perspective but they were all written in first person. I don’t think I’ve read a book like that since Allegiant and there’s a reason for that it’s incredibly difficult to pull of. Adeyemi doesn’t really. There are times when I forgot if I was in Zélie’s perspective or Arami’s because they just weren’t distinct enough. Second problem was in the beginning it was very Avatar: The Last Airbender. It started to diverge as the plot went along but there were a lot of similarities. However, I did really enjoy the characters and magic system. I’m interested to see where this story goes. I gave this one four out of five stars.

Because the Kindle edition was only a dollar I decided to buy and read A Silent Voice Vol. 1 by Yoshitoki Oima:

This was an interesting book. We get to see Shoko and Shoya’s backstory of him starting to bully her. It’s really sad to see all the classmates start to gang up on her. Even when people like Miyoko try, she ends up ditching Shoko. Then Shoya begins to get bullied and Shoko tries to befriend him but he keeps pushing away. This book didn’t give me as much emotions as I thought it would but it certainly is interesting. I can’t wait to continue! Five out of five stars.

Because I really loved the first volume I also bought the second volume A Silent Voice:

This one was also really good. We get to learn about Shoko’s sister. Who’s an interesting character and has some great interactions with Shoya. I think my favorite scene in this book was when Shoya’s mother confronts him about him planning to kill himself. It’s a really sad scene and ends up burning the money that he owed her. Another great book and pleaseeeee let the rest of series go on sale. Five out of five stars!

I discovered Prime Reading so I read the first Attack on Titan volume for free:

I knew vaguely about what Attack on Titan was about before reading this. While I enjoy the premise that art in here isn’t that great. The ending was pretty bad ass with Eren saving Armin. I think I’m just going to watch the anime. Long live Armin because he’s a cutie!!! Four out of five stars.

And the only other Prime Reading book I read was Archie #1 by Mark Waid and Fiona Staples:

This was awful. I love fourth wall breaking jokes but Archie felt more like a detached narrator than an actual character in his own book. We spent very little time with Archie, instead with three characters who I don’t even think were given names. They were unrealistically invested in getting Archie and Betty back together. It was just horribly written and Mark Waid does not understand how teenagers act. I could get through half a season of Riverdale but this was just really bad. One out of five stars.

Those are the books that I read in May! Now it’s summer vacation so I’ll hopefully be reading a lot more books, even though I’ll have transfer stuff to do. My birthday was also in May so I got 150 dollars worth of Amazon money so I will buying some books pretty soon!

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wannawrite · 7 years

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Sweeter Than Candy

Wanna One’s Park Woojin X Reader

Fluffier than cotton candy

Word count: 3255

• summer’s here whooo it’s time to make extra cash [ to save for merch and concerts amirite ;) ] • you’re hella heart eyes for your new coworker • let’s see what happens hurh ;)

i’m the most unoriginal person to ever exist. Your job is at a damn candy store but that’s only because I was being all sentimental and emotional about the times my friends and I would go to the candy stores and pig out….sigh, it’s very far away from our homes though so we don’t go nowadays :((( Anyways, i hope you like it anon :)) , soRRY IT’S LIKE TWO WEEKS LATE I’VE BEEN STUDYING

- admin L

PS: will be edited soon [ 7/8/2017 ]

edited: 7/8/2017 __________

Oh my god…..if he’s going to sneak another sugared fruit jelly into his mouth i’m gonna….yeah okay

You sighed, staring sheepishly at your coworker - Park Woojin - in a non-stalkerish, totally friendly kind of way as he popped yet another piece of candy into his mouth while working. He knew you were eyeing his every move and winked cheekily before speeding off to assist another customer.

It was finally summer and as much as you wanted to let your hair down and party, you also wanted to make some extra pocket money, a little could always go a long way. So, you had taken up your parents’ suggestion of working at the nearby candy store, The Sugar Shaker. Despite it’s… peculiar name, it was a very popular store and was constantly filled with people, be it young children from the neighbourhood elementary school, teenagers stocking up on their study snacks or even working adults giving into their candy cravings, everyone in this estate loved The Sugar Shaker. The atmosphere was always bubbly and lively, there was never a dull day.

Especially when you had a shift with Woojin.

You would be the world’s biggest liar if you said that his presence didn’t light up the entire room. Woojin was always so talkative and funny, albeit he could be really awkward and dorky on occasion but you only added those to the list of things you liked about the boy. He made you laugh at his silly jokes when both of you worked the latest shifts and showed his sweet side by telling you to go home early when he saw you dozing off on the counter.

“Go ahead at head home, Y/N. I can pack up. Your health is so much more important,” Woojin had told you, smiling despite how tired he was and showing you his snaggletooth. It only made him more and more charming.

When you refused to leave him by himself, he made you nap in the break room, using his black hoodie as a pillow. It smelled like his cologne so you really didn’t have any issues with it.

Woojin was rather popular with the girls’ around here, at school, at work, in the store, they all whispered and giggled about him. You couldn’t blame them, he was indeed made out of 110% boyfriend material.

Any girl would be lucky to have him…I just wish it was me….oh, he’s so-

“Y/N!” Your other coworker, the older and more experienced Hyonju unnie yelled, glaring at you but there was a playful twinkle in her eye. She was already in college and yes, had her fair share of boyfriends while you had never had one.

“Ugh, what am I going to do with you,” she said, not looking up from packing a customers bag of candy and once they had left, continued. “You keep admiring him from afar but never actually makes a move…ahh.”

You blushed bright red and returned to your original task of manning the till but your mind wandered back to Woojin.

No, no. Let’s focus, now…..but-No!

Hyonju unnie shook her head, snickering at you. She pinched your burning cheeks affectionately. “Awww, my cute dongsaeng is scared. Never fear, you started summer with a new job and we’ll make sure it ends with a new relationship!”

You swore under your breath, praying Woojin hadn’t heard whatever nonense Hyonju was spewing.

“How can I? Woojin’s way too good for me, it’s impossible,” you muttered, rather reluctant to admit the truth. Hyonju heard this and gasped, smacking your arm. “Don’t say these kinds of things! I don’t believe them for a second! Look, out of all these girls in the neighbourhood that admire him, you’re the best and probably the only good fit for him. Ahhh! So cute! Just date already!”

Woojin approached the cashier without either of you noticing. “What’s so cute?” He asked, his nose scrunched up adorably in confusion.

“Nothing! Nothing, nope!” You insisted, unable to look him in the eye for you were afraid he would pick up clues from Hyonju’s cocky smirk and your scarlet cheeks.

“Ahh, I get it, girl talk. It’s okay Y/N, if anything, I find you cuter. Don’t be demoralised.” Woojin patted your shoulder while grinning, before moving off to the other side of the shop. What he had assumed wasn’t exactly right and that was one of his dorky points, the appearance of his trait made you crush even harder on him.

It was tough to ignore Hyonju unnie’s surprised yet delighted expression and her constant teasing for the next few hours.

“Oh my god, stop it!” You hissed at her even though she hadn’t done or said anything.

Hyonju simply giggled, shrugging.

“The ball is in your court sis.”

…

The sun had barely risen over the horizon but you were already trudging in the direction of The Sugar Shaker. You squeezed your tired eyes shut, still groggy and half asleep. There was no real point in opening the shop at 8.30 in the morning, there were barely any customers. Perhaps the handful of high school students or kindergarten kids who had begged their parents to leave the house a little earlier to visit the candy shop. You really disliked this shift.

Part of the reason was that Woojin didn’t work this one with you but the later, afternoon one with the other pretty high school girl, Lisa. You couldn’t hold anything against her, she was a nice friend.

Ugh…Hyonju unnie is probably going to tease me all the way today, you complained internally as you approached the store. The neon light sign had yet to be switched on but the inside was already well lit. Puzzled, you slipped under the shutter, only to be blinded by the brightness.

Strange, unnie NEVER reaches before I do…ugh, what did she do?

You had to blink a couple times to allow your eyes to adjust to the new level of brightness.

“Unnie?” Your voice was still hoarse and not loud enough. “Unn-!”

Somehow, Hyonju had started unpacking today’s stock, random boxes were scattered everywhere and one of your characteristics of being clumsy clearly wasn’t helping. It didn’t hurt terribly but it sure ached when your back hit the cold marble floor.

“Oof!”

Footsteps pattered in your direction frantically, Hyonju was probably shocked as well.

“Oh my god! Y/N! I’m so sorry!”

Wait what….

Woojin?

!!!

You looked up so abruptly that you bumped your head on the shelf above. Woojin cringed in pain on your behalf. He shot you an uneasy look, smiling nervously while offering his hand for you to take. You accepted it gratefully, despite the throbbing pain at the back of your head.

“Uhh, thanks,” you muttered, suddenly fully aware of your hand in his and the close proximity between the two of you. Woojin seemed to realise it to, he dropped your hand and took a step back, the tips of his ears reddening.

“Ahh, it’s my fault anyways, I don’t know what time you usually show up and figured you wouldn’t be here for awhile so I just left the place in a mess. I’m sorry, Y/N! Forgive me! I didn’t mean it!” He blabbered but seemed sincere about his apology. Woojin hung his head, pouting. It was an adorable sight to witness and you couldn’t help but stare at him. Firstly, his hair was rather messy, hidden underneath his red baseball cap, it seemed like he too hadn’t bothered to do this hair. Secondly, despite is cheery aura, there was a sense of sleepiness and comfort that lingered around him. Thirdly, his snaggletooth was the cutest thing you had ever seen.

I think I’ve mentioned the last one before…….

Then, it dawned on you, “Wait? Why are you even here?”

Your heart starting beating at an abnormally quick rate, butterflies seem to come alive in your stomach.

Why?

“Oh! Hyonju noona had a change in her college schedule, so, we swapped shifts. The two of us now have three shifts together!” Woojin explained rather excitedly, however, you saw that he was still awkwardly playing with his hands and avoiding eye contact. You bit your tongue to stop yourself from allowing a giggle to emit from you.

“Ohh, I see. Well…uh, I’m here now. Let’s start work!” You high-fived him, he responded enthusiastically, beaming.

Oh unnie, what am I going to do now?

Silently, you thank Hyonju unnie but also dreaded working another shift with just two people. It made you more prone to messing up in front of Woojin.

Your hands brushed off imaginary dirt from your clothes, pondering.

At least this gave you a bit more time to grow closer to Park Woojin.

…

From time to time, Woojin would give you an encouraging smile, silently cheering you even though it was just your job. When there was no customers patronising the shop, he ran next door to that uber cool cafe and bought smoothies for you and him. Both smoothies were of the same flavour because, “I didn’t know your favourite so I picked my favourite but wasn’t sure if you would like that either so I asked my good friend Jinyoung who works there to recommend a flavour and he said that strawberry is nice. I’ll take you there to personally choose what flavour you want next time”. You found that gesture incredibly sweet and kind, your cheeks nearly tinged as pink as your smoothie ( which Jinyoung did a great job on ).

When Lisa and Hyonjun arrived for their shift, Woojin helped you to pack your things and even carried your tote out. He wasn’t having any of your protests.

The machine beep in a friendly manner right after you swiped your employee pass through the scanner, signalling you had clocked out for the day. You spun round, nearly knocking into Woojin’s chest. Fortunately, he reached out and grabbed your forearms, steadying you in time.

“Woah, Y/N. You’re so clumsy today,” he teased light-heartedly, sticking his tongue out you.

Even at the very front of the shop, you could here Hyonju unnie’s excited screams and shipping.

“‘C'mon, since I’m seeing your face so much, we should get to know each other. What do you want for lunch? My treat.” There wasn’t time for you to object, he had already began searching the internet for good barbecue places nearby. “I know noona told me about your secret obsession with meat one day. I’m sorry I know, Y/N. It’s okay! I like meat alot too.”

You weren’t sure if it made you feel better or worse.

“Yah! Shouldn’t you say something? It’s so unladylike!” You wailed in embarrassment, covering your face with your hands. ( rip admin L at family dinners lolololol i eat so much )

“Ah! Stop covering your pretty face…oh hey, you have really soft hands,” Woojin murmured in amusement as he ran his hands over yours, that small action shot dozens of tingles down your spine and sparks ignited all over your body. Woojin made you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

“Ugh, but why would I have to say anything about that? Girls need to eat too. Besides, I don’t care if you aren’t ladylike, as long as you’re a lady I like.”

You punched his muscular shoulder, letting out a small squeal of surprise as he laughed, which sounded like music to your ears. He was so angelic.

You knew that sad truth that it was just a joke between coworkers, almost-friends but a part deep inside of you yearned for whatever Woojin had said to be about you. He was the perfect friend and a dream boyfriend.

I wish he was into me, but he deserves so much better.

“Y/N! Hurry up! The faster we get there, the more meat we can eat!”

…

Seeing Woojin had suddenly become a frequent thing. Saturday was your off day and you always went on an evening run around the neighbourhood, making sure to be back before dark. You unexpectedly bumped into Woojin, playing basketball at the park’s basketball court. He was together with a few other boys, some you recognised as seniors and some you had never seen before. It was nice to observe their game as you stretched and cooled down somewhat. Woojin finally spotted you, he waved, “Y/N! Hello!”

Smiling, you waved back but suddenly grew aware of the multiple pairs of curious eyes staring at you. You shifted your weight from foot to foot uncomfortably, under the gaze of Woojin’s friends.

Woojin approached you. “Hi,” he said.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

Well, he’s totally not playing basketball. Well done, Y/N.

“Oh! Uh, Guanlin…yeah that really tall guy…no not Daehwi…yeah, that guy, invited us out to practice with him and i don’t know why he’s nervous about tryouts for the competition team, he’s amazing! That guy is Jinyoung, the smoothie boy and Jaewhan hyung is the one wiping Jihoon’s face,” Woojin introduced, pointing at each boy respectively. “Hey, are you busy now? If not, join us. I-I think i-it will be fun! Like…more fun if you join us rather than now because…I’m rambling now aren’t I?” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

Omg stoppp it, you have no idea how hard I have fallen for you.

“Sure! Why not? Don’t you see me too much at work though?” You joked, setting your water bottle down next to his bag.

Woojin rolled his eyes. “This is summer, I didn’t intend my holidays to revolve around work. C'mon, just catch a break, it can’t hurt. Won’t I still be seeing you tomorrow?” He slung an arm around your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world but you could pretty much feel his nerves and awkwardness radiating off him.

You still hadn’t gotten over the fact how cute he was.

“Hey! Woojin, who’s this?” A friendly and kind looking boy asked as you approached, he smiled warmly at you. Was his name Daehwi? You supposed so.

Woojin waited till at least all of them were in earshot before speaking. “Hey guys, this is my… friend…and coworker! Uh, her name is Y/N,” he introduced hesitantly.

Various versions of ‘hello’ were chorused in response, all of them seemed welcoming.

“Oh, are you the Y/N who Woojin really can’t shut up about? He seems to really like being your friend,” Daehwi mentioned absent-mindedly, putting a finger to his lip.

There was an long pause, even the song of the crickets had become audible.

“Y/N, do you want to play with us? It’ll be exciting!” Jinyoung exclaimed, breaking the silence before bouncing the basketball a few times.

Seeing the hopeful look on Woojin’s face gave you the push to accept their offer. You smiled, nodding you head.

“Yay! Thanks Y/N!”

You felt you throat close and heart thud madly in your chest as Woojin wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him. Your back leaned against his defined chest as he hugged you. Because of the sudden action, your shirt had ridden up a tiny bit so Woojin’s arm brushed against your tummy, right above your belly button.

The reaction was immediate, electricity shot through your veins, you felt icy shivers slip down your spine, leaving a weirdly pleasant feeling.

Neither of you pulled away until Jaewhan coughed and once he thought you weren’t looking, glared at Woojin, who in turn, burned bright red.

There wasn’t anyone who was cuter than him.

…

The summer was coming to a close much faster than you anticipated, it was a bittersweet moment. You weren’t sure if you could manage classes AND a job, the will to try was there but really, it was a tall order.

However, you had grown a lot closer to Woojin and even expanded your circle of friends.

Hyonju unnie was constantly cheering you on.

Meeting with Woojin to hang out became an extremely frequent affair, your parents were beginning to get suspicious but you reassured them that he was just your good friend. That was not a lie either, Woojin had become one of your best friends. There wasn’t a day that he didn’t text you to make sure you were all right.

You genuinely wanted summer to last forever, it was such a shame that it was coming to a close so quickly. So, savouring your last few shifts, you often prolonged tasks, especially if it was the shift with Woojin and Hyonju.

“Y/N!”

Woojin’s voice shook you awake, it appeared that you were dozing off at the counter again. It was already 9.45pm, The Sugar Shaker would close in 15 minutes.

Woojin rubbed your back, tracing small circles comfortingly. “Ahh, go and rest. I’ll be with you soon okay? Let me close up first,” he said.

You flopped onto the small sofa in the break room, and considered it a luxury. Grateful that Woojin pretty much left all his hoodies here, you grabbed one and snuggled into it for comfort. You heard him sigh when he saw you.

“Y/N, oh my gosh. You’re so cute. You must be tired, do you want me to call a cab? We can crash at my place,” Woojin suggested, playing with your hair.

“Come and cuddle,” you mumbled, you had no shame right now. Besides, was it not natural for friends to cuddle?

“C-c-cuddle? Me? And… Y-You?” He stammered but didn’t complain when you held out your arms, in fact, he gladly obliged.

“Woojin,” you began, pondering if you should confess your feelings for him.

Whatever, YOLO amirite? ;)

“Yeah? You okay? Are you comfortable?”

“Mhmm yes. Thanks. Uh, uh….I just wanted to say that… you’re one of my best friends…”

Ugh! What an awful start!

“Oh…thanks…” Woojin shifted in discomfort.

“But I want us to be more than that. I like you. Date me. Now or never,” Mustering up the courage, you declared bravely.

It was like Woojin could not believe what he was hearing, he took a double take, staring blankly at you. “Wha-what? Re-really? Me? Date you? What?….Yes! Of course!”

Then, he leaned in and kissed you.

Not on the lips because he closed his eyes and missed but just at the corner of your mouth, you found it the perfect 'first kiss’ spot.

Woojin’s eyes widened in horror. “I’m so sorry! I was aiming for your lips…no! I was going to kiss your cheek, not your lips! Not that I don’t want to kiss you on your lips but that-”

You cut him off with a giggle. “It’s okay, you can try again. I find your rambling adorable by the way.”

It seemed to give him a surge of confidence. Woojin smiled, he brought his lips closer to yours and cautiously pressed his to them.

You savoured every second, his lips were soft and velvety, just like you expected them to be.

When he pulled away, he pursed his lips together. “Mmhm, isn’t that the new green apple flavoured gummy?”

You blushed in embarrassment, refusing to admit you had nearly downed a whole packet of those. Of course you paid for it, with employee discount.

“Mhmm, it tastes good. Almost as sweet as you,” Woojin professed and nearly doubled over in laughter after.

The summer began with a new job, who knew it would end with a new relationship.

#park woojin #produce 101 scenarios #produce 101 #wanna one #wanna one scenarios #wannable #ha sungwoon #kang daniel #kim jaewhan #park jihoon #ong seongwoo #yoon jisung #lai guanlin #bae jinyoung #hwang minhyun #lee daehwi

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theteller-marvelandtarot · 7 years

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Avengers Preference #1

Your Song

(Gif credits to owner)

Steve Rogers/Captain America: Sunday Morning (Acoustic) - Maroon 5

“But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do

And I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew

That someday it would lead me back to you

That someday it would lead me back to you”

You were a barista at a privately owned café in New York. He went in one day after Tony told him about it and how it would be such a good place to relax and sketch. The second he saw you and you saw him, you just clicked. Your easygoing, kind, and understanding personality was just what he needed as a reminder of the simple things in life. And he added some excitement to yours. You were kind of an old soul so being with a man who is literally from the 40s seemed perfect.

It was the day after he had came home from a mission. You were singing along to the radio and making breakfast while he got his rest. The song was “Sunday Morning”. You sang along and thought of Steve right away. As he laid in bed and listened to you sing along, he realized that the song described how he loved you to a tee. He smiled and walked out to the kitchen. He pulled you away from the stove and decided to just dance with you. You hadn’t danced together yet, but in the moment it felt like the perfect time. Sure, you may have burnt some pancakes, but neither of you had a care in the world.

Thor Odinson: House On Fire - Sia

“So take me to the heavens now

As we burn down, as we are found

Take me to the heavens now

My heart screams out”

You never intended on having a serious relationship with The God of Thunder. It just sort of happened. The two of you established this fling. You enjoyed the flirting, the teasing, the making out, the playfulness. But this quickly turned into a serious situation. Emotions started to get involved, but neither of you protested these feelings. After the two of you finally slept together after eight months of teasing and flirting, you realized there was so much more to your relationship. He realized this, too. You actually asked him out on an official date first, which impressed him even more. You kept that playfulness in your relationship after all this time, but mixed with so much love.

Now the two of you have been together for five years now. After five years, you’re just now finding a song that describes how you feel about Thor, and how he feels about you. Thor had recently discovered Sia and had asked you to play some of her songs on a long car ride. When House On Fire came on, both of your hearts melted. You understood each lyric and the emotion behind each word. Thor doesn’t understand what couples having a song really means, but he’s all for it.

Tony Stark/Iron Man: Alone Together - Fall Out Boy

“I don't know where I'm going,

But I don't think I'm coming home

And I said, I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead

This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end”

Between his breakup with Pepper and the disaster that is the Sokovian Accords, Tony’s been a total mess. He feels like he has no one to vent to. So he calls you. You were an old friend of his. By old friend, you were one of his usual flings back when he was younger. The two of you kept in touch over the years and, since your divorce with your husband, you could use an old flame right now. After hours of venting to each other, you ending up kissing the poor guy. He looked like he was about to cry, and you don’t deal with crying very well. You stayed at his place, since you were living at home again because of the divorce, and things went back to how they were. Sort of. You decided to try dating again, and he remembers just how good he had it with you.

Peter Parker actually introduced the two of you to Fall Out Boy’s song Alone Together. As this teenage boy blared the music from the compound’s training area, you just looked at Tony. He chuckled and agreed that the words in the song were familiar. The song grew on both of you and you, unofficially, call it your song.

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch: Wherever I Go - Kylie Rothfield

“I know I could lie but I'm telling the truth

Wherever I go there's a shadow of you

I know I could try looking for something new

But wherever I go, I'll be looking for you”

You broke up with Wanda after the whole Ultron incident because she became distant. She was busy with training and didn’t have as much time for you as she used to. You couldn’t handle being shut out, but once it was over, you were lost. You couldn’t send her those “Good morning, Gorgeous” texts. You couldn’t text her about the old man who looked at you funny when you sang along to your music at the red light today. All these little things added up, and you wanted her back. She wanted you, too, but she assumed you were done with her.

You surprised her by serenading a sultry and soulful cover of Wherever I Go to your ex-girlfriend in front of the whole compound. You didn’t make a huge fuss. You didn’t call out Wanda or even say her name. But she knew it was for her. It was all just for her and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on you later on.

Bruce Banner/Hulk: Let Me Love You - Glee Cast Version (Originally performed by Ne-Yo)

“I can see the pain behind your eyes

It's been there for quite a while

I just wanna be the one to remind you what it is to smile

I would like to show you what true love can really do”

You and Bruce had dated before The Avengers. You were a reporter in Calcutta and needed a translator for interviews when yours quit mid-documentary. So, Bruce offered to help you after you got a sick little girl to ask for you. During the time you spent together, things ended up getting intimate. He warned you about “The Other Guy”, but you were convinced he had everything under control. But when he was called in to join The Avengers, you parted ways. But your paths have crossed again in Australia. He is now staying with you and is living a relatively normal life with you.

Every time he thinks that he may have an incident you play your song for him. The slowed down version of Let Me Love You always makes him feel relaxed. You don’t know why, but the first time he nearly got angry with you being present, you just started to calmly sing that song to him. It calms him down every time.

Sam Wilson/Falcon: Treasure - Bruno Mars

“Treasure, that is what you are

Honey you're my golden star

You know you can make my wish come true

If you let me treasure you

If you let me treasure you”

You and Sam met when you were a guest at The Avengers party. You work in the same building as Sam does. While he helps veterans with PTSD, you help teens coping with mental illness. He’s noticed you, but you haven’t noticed him until the party. Steve introduces the two of you officially. You and Sam hit it off right away. You’ve been together for a year now. He treats you like gold. You’re like his queen. You treat him like a king. You have a disgustingly cute relationship filled with love, laughter, and constant, playful roasting of one another.

You had a long day at work, and Sam knew it. He planned on making his girl feel better and show off that beautiful smile of hers the second she walked through the front door. So he got some gold boxers, had the lights dimmed, and had the music ready to rumble. He picked the song himself, having a thing for Bruno Mars. He serenaded you and danced with you around the apartment while Treasure played in the background. You couldn’t help but laugh and smile like a goof. So, now when either of you is upset, the other will sing this song to them. It’s a good system.

Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver: Halo - Beyoncé

“I swore I'd never fall again

But this don't even feel like falling

Gravity can't forget

To pull me back to the ground again”

You and Pietro didn’t have a long relationship. You hadn’t had the chance. The two of you met during Strucker’s experiments. You two did like each other and made it quite clear to the other. The two of you were very touchy in private and weren’t shy about telling each other how much you cared. You two were pretty much in a relationship. You just didn’t consider it a relationship. You weren’t quite sure if you could have a relationship. He promised you that after the fight against Ultron he would take you out on a real date.

The day after what happened in Sokovia, you heard this song playing on the radio. Every word of it was so powerful to you in that moment. Before you and Pietro had began dating, you had your heart broken by being cheated on. You promised yourself you’d give yourself a break. Until you met Pietro. Loving him just came so naturally, and this song described your experience falling for Pietro Maximoff perfectly.

T’Challa/Black Panther: Nothing Really Matters - Mr. Probz

“I see her face

And in my mind

I seize the day

Whenever she's nearby

It's like nothing really matters”

You met T’Challa during a global contest to raise money for those living in Wakanda who deal with poverty. You could win a date with Prince T’Challa himself. The typical dinner and take a picture for publicity type thing, you assumed. Well, that was supposed to be, until he saw you there. He made sure the security he had with him kept their distance. The two of you talked over dinner and you fell for him fast. You went on for a long time after this date. Everyone judged him, at first, for dating a poor woman from America, but he didn’t care. Neither did you. At first you wanted him to break up with you. He was getting terrible publicity but he didn’t care as long as he was with you. And now you are his queen.

You came across this song when you were bored and listening to music on Spotify. When the song came on, you thought of T’Challa. You smiled as you thought of how much nothing else mattered as much to you as T’Challa does now. So, you showed him the song, and he felt the same way. You don’t listen to the song much, but it will always have a special place in each of your hearts.

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier: Past Lives - Børns

“Past lives couldn't ever hold me down

Lost love is sweeter when it's finally found

I've got the strangest feeling

This isn't our first time around”

You and Bucky were together since you were teenagers. The two of you were ultimate relationship goals. You were lovers, best friends, you were engaged. The two of you were in love since the moment you met. But now he forgets you, sort of. He remembers being in love with someone. He remembers all of the feelings and memories, but he doesn’t remember you. Until Steve introduces the two of you easily. It was hard looking at the man you’ve loved pretty much your whole life, knowing he doesn’t know you. But the second his eyes meet yours, it all comes back.

While you were teaching him about modern pop culture, you came across the song Past Lives. The words really spoke to the two of you, considering your situation. Plus the beat made Bucky smile, which was a bonus.

Vision: With Or Without You - U2

“Through the storm we reach the shore

You give it all but I want more

And I'm waiting for you”

You were Vision’s go-to person when it came to questions about human life. He was becoming increasingly confused and you gave him the best answers. Simple, but not vague. Detailed, but not confusing. You also just made him feel happy. You made him laugh, which you loved seeing. You loved to help Vision. It made you feel so intelligent and trusted. But the more the two of you talked, the more you wanted to get to know him. But he was a mystery, even to himself. You didn’t mind helping him discover himself, though. He loved hearing you tell stories. He would take any chance he had to talk to you.

You were going through well-known songs to introduce Vision to when you came across With Or Without You. This song is what sparked the conversation of having feelings for each other. He described how it felt when he was around you, and it was the same way you felt with him. You felt happy, intrigued, warm. Your heart raced when you were with him but you also felt at ease. So did he.

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow: We Don’t Have to Take Our Clothes Off - Ella Eyre

“A quick hit, that's your game.

But I'm not a piece of meat, stimulate my brain, no.

The night is young, so are we.

Let's just get to know each other, slow and easily, oh”

Quick and easy. That’s how Natasha liked her relationships before she met you. She just didn’t connect with anyone the way she did with you. You seemed like the opposite of her type, too. Cliché, romantic, dorky, cheesy, kind of awkward. But she loved all of that. She loved you, there was no denying it. She loved your personality. She loved how you’d send her random “I love you” texts. She loved how your face would light up each time you passed a bookstore. She loved how you’d always have her favorite meals waiting for her on a long day. She loved your crappy jokes. She loved making you blush. She didn’t need anything more than that, and neither did you. Not with her.

Once you discovered this beautiful song, you couldn’t wait to show Nat. But you did it the most romantic way you could. Her favorite flowers petals leaving a trail to your living room, where you had her favorite chocolates and wine waiting for her. This song played in the background, and she was absolutely fine with this song choice.

Clint Barton/Hawkeye: arms. - Christina Perri

“I hope that you see right through my walls

I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling

I'll never let a love get so close

You put your arms around me and I'm home”

Clint was your first partner and you believed your relationship was strictly professional. Just SHIELD partners and nothing more. This was true until you were compromised on a solo mission. You missed Clint more than anyone else. His laugh, his singing, his jokes, his sass, his dry humor. You just missed him, and you hoped that the agents who took you kept him safe. He had never been more worried than he was when you were compromised. He was worried that he’d never see the beautiful person he got to call his partner. He missed your smile, your eyes, your puns, the way you’d laugh at his jokes, even if they weren’t funny. But the second he saw you once you escaped, the two of you hugged. It was the warmest, most meaningful hug you had ever received, or given.

Clint is a huge Christina Perri fan. He loves to belt her music when the two of you are driving around. So, for his birthday one year, you bought him her album “lovestrong.”. The first time either of you had heard the song arms. was on the way home from a mission. The two of you couldn’t help but smile and sing along as you thought of that hug. The hug that made both of you realize you were much more than just partners.

Peter Parker/Spider-Man: YOUTH (Gryffin Remix) - Troye Sivan

“My youth, my youth is yours

A truth so loud you can't ignore

My youth, my youth, my youth

My youth is yours”

You and Peter had been just friends since preschool. But not just friends, best friends. You were the only one who knew he was Spider-Man. The two of you had always had a crush on each other in secret, but this year you knew it would be different. This year you weren’t playing around. This year you would go to the dance as friends as usual, but you weren’t going to let the moment pass by again.

During an upbeat song at the dance (which was YOUTH), you held hands with Peter. He was pleasantly surprised, but he went with it. Right before the big bass drop, you grabbed his face and kissed him. After that, you two were a lot more than just best friends. And you were both more than okay with that.

Scott Lang/Ant-Man: Heart’s On Fire - Passenger

“Well I don't have many and I don't have much

In fact I don't have any but I've got enough

'Cause I know those eyes and I know that touch

I don't have many and I don't have much”

You and Scott dated for a few months before he went to jail for theft. You broke up when he went to jail, but you stayed on good terms. After the first Ant-Man situation and when he found out he could see Cassie again, he asked you if he could stay with you, where Cassie was already comfortable staying. You agreed and Cassie ended up setting the two of you up on a date again. She ended up locking the two of you in the living room. You and Scott talked and you agreed to be with him again. All of the feelings from before came back. It was like you hadn’t even broken up at all.

You found the song Heart’s On Fire before you and Scott got back together, but you had forgotten all about it until Scott was back into your life. On your first date together after the whole Ant-Man thing, the song popped into your head. You got Scott to listen to it and he told you it was exactly how he felt. It was the only cheesy, romantic the two of you have shared, but it’s one you’ll never forget.

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jjbamdbac-blog · 5 years

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Zoo Date with the Duwang Gang (preestablished romantic relationships and platonic friendships implied):

Josuke:

It was probably your idea but he’s more than willing to go along with it. (Probably leads him to start thinking about other places to go on dates).

You hit the aviary first. It’s the first and closest spot and you both had decided to hit every exhibit by the end of the day.

In the aviary, it’s a sight to watch as cockatoos in the area puff their crests and flap their wings at Josuke, particularly at his pompadour. Some of them try and land on his head or shoulders as a perch and others try and comb his hair with their beaks and he has to duck and cover his hair with his hands when you remind him that trying to punch at birds and getting kicked out of the zoo is counterproductive to what you had planned for the date.

One of the birdkeepers comes over with Scarlet Macaws and offers to take pictures of you two with the birds. Despite Josuke’s reservations, he ultimately agrees and the Macaws are perched on your arms as the birdkeeper tells you two factoids about the birds while getting the camera ready. (Josuke is definitely not blushing and looking directly at you as the birdkeeper says that this species of bird mate for life).

The birdkeeper takes the Macaws back and gives you a ticket for the photo number. You aren’t going to buy them but it’s their job. Josuke’s distress over his hair escalates after a kid is crying over a bird pooping on them and he needs to be taken out of the aviary at that point. Immediately.

A hair check is in order and while Josuke is in the bathroom, you plan out the rest of the exhibits you’re going to hit up. Daylight is waning and you are on a mission. No screaming children, grouchy parents, or boyfriend and his pomp are going to keep you from your money’s worth.

After going through every exhibit (to which you give Josuke credit for only powerwalking out of the reptile exhibit), the pair of you hit up the gift shop, getting stuffed animals and trinkets for each other, Okuyasu. Koichi, and Jotaro and something to give to Joesph and Shizuka but he vehemently denies this.

Okuyasu:

When a commercial comes on in the middle of your favorite TV show, your boyfriend is enthralled to see the clips of the zoo animals and when you ask if he’s ever gone to the zoo before, he gets bashful and quiets down as he shakes his head, rubbing the back of his head before telling you no.

Determined, you enlist Josuke and Koichi to keep him distracted as you plan and save up to spoil the heck out of him. When the day arrives that you take him to the zoo, seeing his face morph from confusion to utter glee makes your heart absolutely soar.

It’s his day so he gets go pull you to whatever exhibit or enclosure catches his attention. He’s a sweetheart, always asking you if you’d want to see the tigers or the cranes and you’re not going to disagree any time soon. You recall the animals he had listed off or the animals that you had seen on the commercial that had played on the commercial to appease him when he gets serious about what you want to see and he takes you by the hand takes you there. It’s precious to see how excited he gets and how determined he is to get as close as possible to the animal’s habitats (even if he gets several warnings from the employees stationed at each exhibit).

The animal-shaped pretzels are a highway robbery in terms of price, but you’d buy five if it meant Okuyasu would continue munching happily on those mouse shaped carbs. You’re determined to get every single photo that you take at each exhibit even if you did blink in one of them and some kid is throwing up in the background of another one (you especially want that one because even with the frantic and horrified look on everyone else’s face in the background tell a different tale, yours and Okuyasu’s smiles are truly picturesque).

You’re admiring the tiger exhibit (for the fourth time) when you feel someone nudge your shoulder. Your boyfriend is there, pink on his cheeks and drink in his hand offering it to you before he stands next to you. His voice is uncharacteristically gentle as he thanks you for the day, telling you that you didn’t have to go through all the trouble of planning out this day for him. You had words on the tip of your tongue to fight him if he didn’t immediately placate you by taking your free hand and squeezing it gently as you watch the tiger splash through the water and leap onto a rock structure.

At the end of the day, you fall in love all over again when Okuyasu stops and asks a woman if he can buy their crying child a cotton candy and the woman agrees, the child leaving the zoo just as happy as you and Okuyasu.

Koichi:

You accept Koichi’s invitation to the zoo with trepidation. Despite Koichi’s reassurances and the fact that Yukako may not be in town for two weeks, you’re convinced and have been steadily compiling evidence for your developing theory that Yukako is half Amazonian. You’re betting that she’s still going to be able to positively identify your scent from Koichi’s laundered clothes and you’ve begun to prepare yourself and your family just in case you disappear.

The invitation is accepted nevertheless. With all the sudden changes in your lives with school, new friends and Koichi’s relatively new relationship with Yukako, you do miss your quality time and friendship with him. You’re even more touched that it's just the two you of you and have time away from your other friends.

The zoo is jam-packed that day, but it doesn’t matter. You’re not making the day dedicated to visiting each exhibit, just making sure that the two of you are spending the day doing what you want.

You fight amicably about what to see first - deciding to go and see the penguins in order as a compromise. You wait in line for ice cream while Koichi gets you two drinks and meet up on the benches, talking about the small nuances in life and wheedling information about Yukako for your investigation. Despite his complaints, you use Koichi’s height to your advantage and get are able to surpass the long line to the aquarium portion. He takes pictures and is conflicted about sending them to Jotaro, and while Koichi tells you that you shouldn’t, he isn’t stopping you and is laughing as you send pictures of an assortment of reptiles from the reptile room to Josuke.

Inspired to send something to Okuyasu, the two of you head to the petting zoo, the one place absolutely teaming and bursting at the seams with parents, children and couples alike. You aren’t about to face that mess, but Koichi points out a hutch of adorable baby rabbits and your new purpose in life is to cuddle and take pictures of them to send to your friend.

The petting zoo becomes everything that you wanted it to be and more. The highlight of your entire day is made when one of the handlers at the area tells you to keep a close eye on your “brother” and is looking frantic as ducks begin to encroach around him.

After scheming the system for the children’s menu and buying matching hats that caused immediate regret, you were happy to take Koichi’s invitation and planned made plans to visit the new arcade next week to continue the fun.

Jotaro:

Jotaro was deceptively easy to convince to go to the zoo. There weren’t any grunts you were going to have to decipher if they meant “no”, “No.”, “Why?” or “Sure.” and he actually looked up from his work to meet your gaze when you asked him about potentially taking one day from the weekend off to go with you.

It shouldn’t have been much of a surprise when you got to the zoo that he found a map of each exhibit and just began walking. He didn’t say anything to answer your inquiries but everything clicked together as you neared an area that was lined in a path of fake bubbles and painted in various shapes of blue and outfitted with cute illustrations of several sea animals.

Bottom line: Jotaro’s there for the aquarium part of the zoo. He’s scrutinizing the kelp, the hides, the fish. He’s trying to assess the animal’s health through the glass and is asking demanding about what they’re being fed and on what schedule to the point that it’s embarrassing. You’ll probably have to try and physically restrain him from testing the waters himself to see if they’re the proper temperature and salinity for the aquatic life.

You’re there for hours. Jotaro’s looking at all the tanks with the same intensity as when he first came in. The children are intimidated to near some of the tanks, some parents are voicing their concerns to the staff but they’re unable to tell the hulking man in white looking at a pufferfish as if it has the answers to the universe to leave as he hasn’t done anything.

You’ve made a friend, an eel that follows your wagging finger and has bumped its nose into the glass a couple of times. Between the eel and Jotaro, the eel is proving to be more attentive to you than your friend.

“You’re teasing it.” You look up and Jotaro’s watching as the eel swims away. “And you scared off my friend.” you frown, looking for the eel that had darted away.

Silence fell between you; you were in search of your fish friend and Jotaro watching silently next to you. This really wasn’t how you wanted to spend your day at the zoo, but one must adjust and adapt to the force that is Kujo Jotaro.

“What was it anyway?” you ask, looking over and catching Jotaro’s eye. “I know it’s an eel, but what is it?”

“There’s a plaque.” “Yeah, but why read about them when you have a future Marine Biologist who can tell you about them.”

You’re a little perturbed when Jotaro recalls that moray eels are covered in mucus and have a second pair of jaws reminiscent of the Xenomorphs from the Alien franchise, but you decide the zoo date was a success as Jotaro continues pointing at different species of fish and murmuring facts about them without any further prodding from you. He even buys you an otter key chain after you were in near tears after learning that pairs of otters hold hands when they sleep so that they don’t float away.

Rohan:

Through trials and tribulations, you have learned that one does not simply say “No.” nor question Kishibe Rohan without earning his ire. So when you’re entangled into accompanying him to the zoo for “research purposes” you wonder what was keeping Koichi from standing in your place and being Rohan’s designated and glorified supply holder.

True to his word, Rohan is intently focused on the animals. Capturing their likeness and the surrounding foliage, hides, and waterways with sweeps of his pen across the paper and ignoring angry parents and screeching children when he ushers himself to the front of the line to get a closer look at the animals.

You’d be embarrassed for him, but he has no shame and when you’ve come back from admiring a crane, he’s embroiled with another patron over who had gotten to the wolf exhibit first and who should have the better “viewing spot”. You know how to choose and pick your battles, you’re not going to get anywhere in between an angry mother and a haughty mangaka. So you lie back in wait, carting his extra bag of papers and other drawing instruments and earning glares and hushed remarks on Rohan’s behalf.

Glares aside, it’s not the worst of Rohan’s research expeditions he’s forced upon you (this trip to the zoo seems like it’ll never going to top the disaster that was scuba diving with Dr. Kujo; the horrors you felt watching Rohan trying to persuade a woman to allow him to watch her give birth; or the time where he tried to upstart an illegal gambling league to “get a better sense of a character’s motives and actions in this situation”.). Lugging around his things isn’t as annoying as it could be and you got into the zoo with Rohan’s money so it isn’t terrible to watch and admire the animals while he’s busy sketching and signing the occasional autograph along the way.

You’re only halfway through with the exhibits when he announces that he’s done enough research to tide him over and that it’s time for him to go home and finish drafting. (You’re more than okay with this because following him around the complex when he’s in his frenzied artistic state is an Olympic feat you are nowhere near trained for.)

“Here. You can keep this as a token of my thanks for holding my things for the day.” He says simply, thrusting an illustration of the crane that you had been looking at while Rohan was bullying his way to the front of the wolf exhibit into your hands. You hadn’t realized Rohan had seen you go missing during that portion but he had and the crane was just as stunning in the drawing as it had been at the zoo.

You hold the picture gingerly, finding he had made the drawing out to you with the date and his signature on the bottom right corner. You’d ask if he really meant for you to keep it if the door wasn’t shut in front of your face and the light to the front porch of his house flickered off.

A part of you wants to fold it and pocket it just to see what he’ll do, another wants to keep it as crisp and flat as possible to preserve it properly later. Deep down, you know that if he’s using this as a romantic ploy for one of his works down the line in his house, his hands and that mountain range he owns are in danger.

#JJBA #Diamond is Unbreakable #DIU #Josuke Higashitaka #Okuyasu Nijimura #Jotaro Kujo #Koichi Hirose #Rohan Kishibe #Headcanons

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