#THEN AGAIN PAT DID GET SHOT IN A ROMANTIC COMEDY THOUGH SO WHO KNOWS

[airenyah]

i still can't fathom how out of all the times ohm pawat has been threatened with a gun on screen... it's the fucking romantic comedy of all things where his character ends up with a gunshot wound

[yoonpobs]

who's the boss | jhs

pairing: jung hoseok x oc

genre: fluff, slight enemies to lovers, boss!hobi, pa!oc

warnings: like one moment of suggestive content, confessing but no real confessions, jimin is your annoying best friend

words: 4, 663

summary: valentine's day with your stupid (hot) boss

“You look miserable.”

Jimin snickers when he walks past your slouched body across your desk, ensuring that you saw the mocking look he gives you when you glare at him.

“Please tell our boss that.” You mutter under your breath, attempting to avoid the mountains of work that sat in front of you.

“You’re his assistant—you out of all people should know that he’s a force to be reckoned with.” Jimin points out, slamming a new pile of folders on your desk.

You gape at him, observing the unforgiving amount of work that now occupies both your desk and time; and Jimin only offers you a half-hearted shrug before patting you on the shoulder.

“Mr Jung wants it by tonight,” Jimin lets you know as he begins to walk off.

The deadline has you snapping your head rapidly to his retreating figure as you quickly stand up to call for him.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” You exasperate, “Jimin—there’s no way I can get this done by tonight let alone this week!”

Jimin doesn’t even turn around when he shrugs, as if to tell you that it was your problem to deal with.

You growl, helplessly staring at the work that scatters your desk before your eyes narrow to the office next to yours, doors shut tight.

Before you can think twice, blinded by pure anger, you storm towards the secluded room; ignoring the stares from your co-workers, and a few sighs that you can tell is coming from Jungkook knowing that you were going to piss your boss off yet again.

You don’t knock, long past that level of formality with your boss as you slam the door open, eyes narrowed intimidatingly at the unsuspecting victim of your rage, who just looks up from his laptop with a raised brow.

“____, are you already done with—”

“Jung Hoseok.” You hiss, interrupting him as you shut the door behind you, rolling up your sleeves as if that would intimidate the man; fully aware that he towered over you, even in heels.

He slowly brings his laptop to a semi-closed position and leans back into his seat, arms carefully folded across his chest in a way that makes him look intimidating yet commanding.

It was a pity that your boss was such a douche because he was truly one of the most beautiful men that you’ve had the pleasure (or displeasure) of meeting in your entire life. Hoseok had the charm of a man that held himself with confidence and assurance, knowing that he was likely the hotshot of every room he walked into.

However, that also meant that he had a justifiable inflated ego that you were on the receiving end off, purely because you were hired as his personal assistant and not some other poor soul.

“That is my name, yes.”

You stomp towards his desk and slam your hands down onto the expensive wood, making sure your eyes are locked onto his stoic expression.

Momentarily, you see his eyes glance down to your chest where a decent amount of cleavage is likely being displayed to your boss, but it goes as quickly as it comes when he returns his gaze onto your blazing one.

“Are you fucking crazy?” You snap.

He blinks at you, hands clutched together as he leans forward on his elbows, face getting impossibly closer to your own that you have half the mind to put some distance between the two of you to preserve the beating of your heart.

“Is that any way to speak to your boss?” He cocks his head to a side, a teasing smirk dawning on his face.

“Cut the shit,” You hiss, “In what goddamn universe did you think it was justifiable for you to give me a month’s worth of work and expect it to be done by tonight?!”

He sighs, leaning back into his chair and man spreads in a way that you usually would hate, but of course, Hoseok made it look undeniably hot, and inviting.

“Didn’t I hire you because of your work ethic?”

You scoff in disbelief, arms folding across your chest.

“This is not about work ethic, and you know it. You have some secret vendetta against me and I see through your shit.” You accuse.

“Do I, Ms ____?” He says in a voice so low that it makes you stutter in your response.

“You tell me, Mr Jung.” You retort.

He observes your expression for a moment, taking in the way that you were breathing heavily and how your cheeks were a little flushed from your rant. Hoseok smirks at you because even though you were a lot to deal with, and had a tongue sharper than anyone he’s known, you were adorable.

Just like a kitten that was waiting to be tamed.

“Very well then,” He claps his hands together and opens his laptop again.

You raise an eyebrow, waiting for his next set of words. You recognise the slight gleam in your eyes and that causes an unsettling feeling to develop in your stomach.

“Work overtime.” He says simply as if it was the most obvious solution.

You gape at him, baffled at his blunt suggestion.

“What? That’s your solution? To work overtime?” You snap.

“I don’t see a better option knocking at our door’s here.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

You grit your jaw and feel your eye twitch at his indifference, and you think about risking getting reported to HR, or even getting fired just so you could reach over and strangle the hell out of your insufferable boss.

“Give me an extension.” You all but demand.

“No.”

You’re about to leave with your dues until he answers you, and you snap your head to look at him incredulously.

“What do you mean no?” You hiss.

“It’s exactly what it means, Ms ____. I want the documents sorted through and filed by tonight. Even I’m working overtime and I’m the boss.” He smirks, eyes still not straying away from his laptop.

“Hoseok you don’t understand. I can’t.” His name slips out involuntarily, and you almost miss the way a smile teases his lips when you opt for his actual name than the nicknames you’ve resorted to.

“Oh? Did you have plans tonight?” He pries, eyes twinkling with mischief.

He knew. He knew what today was and gave you a shit ton of work.

You clench your jaw and give him a curt nod.

“Yes. I do.”

He hums under his breath, glancing down to type something onto his laptop before shutting it completely.

“Well—cancel them. You have plans with me now.” He says.

You choke on your spit at his calm declaration as you splutter to find a response.

“I can’t just cancel a date—!”

You snap your mouth shut when his eyebrows shoot to his hairline in a mischievous manner as if seeing you flustered was his favourite sight to behold.

“As your boss, I think I call the shots here, don’t I?” He pushes himself off his chair to walk towards you, height and presence imposing on your retreating figure.

“You’re such a fucking asshole.” You spit when he engulfs your space with his presence.

The navy grey suit he chose to wear today flattered his physique wonderfully, showcasing his lean and long limbs as well as his built. It didn’t help that he styled his hair with it parted by the side, his forehead on full display—as if to mark his territory as the most intimidating (and handsome) person at the office.

“Call me what you wish,” He shrugs, a smirk on his face, “We’ll have a lot of fun tonight, won’t we?”

You’d be lying if you didn’t have butterflies in your stomach.

.

“Mina—tell the blind date you set me up on that I can’t make it tonight,” You sigh, phone between your shoulder and your ear as you type away at your computer.

You hear Mina whine on the other end about how she thought the guy she set you up with was a perfect match for you. Truthfully, you didn’t even want to go on the date in the first place; but Mina said that you needed to get over the hots you felt for your boss even if he was the most infuriating person in every room he’s in.

“You’re not lying to get out of this, right? Do you really need to work overtime?” She whines.

You sigh.

“Do you remember who I work for? Of course I need to work overtime.” You mutter.

“How am I going to tell Jae?” She complains, and you briefly hear a thud on her end; probably signalling the fact that she flopped onto a surface in despair.

You snort and narrow your eyes to get a better view of the details on your spreadsheet, ensuring all facts and figures were aligned before saving it and proceeding to the next set of work you needed to finish.

“You’ll find a way,” You tell her, “I need to go. I have ten more documents to sort through and they’re all due tonight.”

Mina blows a virtual kiss for you and bids you goodbye, saying to kick your boss in the ass for her.

The moment you hang up, you see Jimin and Jungkook walk pass your desk with their bags over their shoulders, stopping by you to offer a sympathetic smile.

“Have fun working overtime ____,” Jungkook says, and it’s sincere enough to make you give him a half-hearted smile.

“Work on sucking your boss’ dick too.” Jimin snickers, mimicking the action inside of his cheek as you glare at him, chuckling a piece of crumpled paper in his direction.

“Jungkook—tell Taehyung I said hi,” You smile sweetly at him, then narrowing your eyes into slits at Jimin, “Jimin, I hope you puke out all the chocolates you’re going to binge on tonight.”

He gasps, hands resting on his chest in mock offence as he waves you goodbye, heading out as you return the gesture with your longest finger.

There the last bit of your co-workers that left the office, and now it was just you—and Hoseok—but he was cooped up in his office, for whatever reason it may be.

You sigh, cracking your knuckles forward as you attempt to race through all the documents that needed to be sorted through as fast as you can so you could go home and binge-watch all the romantic comedies in your watchlist.

The quote time flies sits prettily on the tip of your tongue when you glance at the clock on your table to tell you that it was half an hour till midnight, meaning that you slaved away to work for an additional 6 hours.

You huff, at least thankful that you were finally done.

Even with Hoseok’s words saying that he’d work overtime as well, you were sure he was just in his office relaxing while you did his hefty work. The thought makes you frown as you clean up your workspace, ensuring that it’s in a pristine condition before you head back.

“_____?”

Hoseok’s voice peeks out from his office and you stop your ministrations to turn your head to look at him, a few stray strands of hair falling by the side of your face as you do so.

Hoseok can’t help but appreciate how relaxed you look, a juxtaposition from the usual prim and proper persona you took on during work. Your hair was tied in a messy bun, and a few buttons of your blouse were undone to give yourself some room to breathe.

“Yes?” You raise an eyebrow, beginning to get irritated with the way his eyes unabashedly observe you.

You have the words on your tongue already, preparing to cuss him out with your mouth and your fist if he gave you any more work to do.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asks.

You raise an eyebrow, watching his figure lean against the frame of the door.

“No, I haven’t. I was too busy finishing up the documents for you, remember?” You bite, can’t be helping the snark that your tongue releases.

A small twinge of a grin appears on his face as he cocks his head to his office, gesturing you to enter.

“I have some food. Do, join me.” He asks.

You blink at him, hands still clutching the last bit of your belongings as you mull over his proposition. While you and Hoseok worked close and hand in hand in business operations, you managed to have professional boundaries with him (which didn’t include the fact you cussed him out every five minutes). So, for him, the poster image of uptight and professionalism; with the occasional blunder, to invite you for a small meal outside of business?

You try to ignore the way your heart beats a little faster.

“Ah … it’s fine—I’ll probably heat some leftovers up—” You shake your head to deny.

But as you were caught up in a daze, Hoseok had seemed to have made his way to your desk, body positioned in a way that locks you in so that you had no other way to escape.

“Nonsense.” He tuts, grinning at you with his award-winning smile and you find it very hard to find him distasteful when he has the ability to reduce you to mush.

You notice that he mirrors your appearance in the sense that he looks far more casual than he usually does during work hours. He’s abandoned his blazer, and all he’s left in is his dress-shirt that does absolutely nothing in hiding his figure and slacks that just accentuates his waist even more. The fact that he also has his sleeves rolled up makes you more flustered than you’d like.

“It’s late—” You try to make an excuse, but he’s tugging you by your wrist to follow him and you have no objection on your tongue when you’re in his office.

Somehow, you've been in the room a million times, the second person that spends the most time in here besides Hoseok himself, yet tonight feels different.

The context of sharing a small meal with him seems almost illegal as if you were committing a crime.

“When did you even order this?” You mutter, when you realise his desk was already cleaned of all work-related stuff and only left with the brown packaged bags of food.

“Of course you didn’t notice,” He teases, gesturing for you to take a seat on the chair next to him.

You roll your eyes, bowing your head slightly to thank him when he passes you a sandwich, and you’re pleasantly surprised to know that it was your favourite order from a place you frequented during your lunch breaks.

“How did you—?”

“I’m not that much of an asshole to not know your likes and dislikes ____.” He jokes.

You purse your lips, flustered because while you and Hoseok bantered back and forth, and you were definitely tougher on your own boss than you were to your colleagues, you knew deep down it was an act of self-preservation to convince your own heart that keeping him away was safer for you.

“I didn't mean it like that …” You mumble, munching on your food.

Your eyes are too focused on the sandwich that you miss the fond expression Hoseok gives you, opting to just observe small bites that you were taking.

Eventually, you do notice that Hoseok isn’t eating but paying full attention to you, chin resting on his palm as he blatantly stares at you. When your eyes look up to meet his own, you flush and look away immediately, ears burning red under the dim light as you attempt to cover it up with a cough.

“Why aren’t you eating?”

He shrugs.

“I had my dinner hours ago. This is for you.” He gestures to the food, “You know I despise these things. They’re so pretentious.”

You gape at him with an open mouth.

“Then why are you still—” It seems like Hoseok is dead-set on not allowing you to finish most of your sentences tonight when he responds before you can finish.

“I was waiting for you.” The confession knocks the wind out of your chest as you look at him with wide eyes, heart beating faster when he nonchalantly admits that he was cooped up in his office—waiting for you?

“You didn’t have to do that Hoseok …” You mumble, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear bashfully—a habit you only do when you’re embarrassed.

He snorts.

“A thank you would be nice, sweets.” He leans forward, face inches closer to yours as you yelp and leans back into your chair.

The term of endearment doesn’t fall deaf on your ears as you blush even harder. You want to curse at yourself because you’re much stronger than this, you’ve trained for years to not let your feelings show in front of Hoseok because well … he was the CEO and you were his personal assistant.

While there was no strict ban on dating your boss, you had ethics and principles of your own that somehow convinced you that it would’ve been messy. And messy it would be because you worked with him on every single project, communicated information to him and basically was his confidant—purely transactional—so you wouldn’t risk your career just to be with him.

Especially when you didn’t know if he felt the same way.

Even when he looks at you like that.

“I’m waiting …” He sing-songs, grinning at you.

You roll your eyes, looking away when you mumble:

“Thank you.”

He seems satisfied as he leans back into his chair, gesturing you to finish your meal.

The sandwich was delicious, as always, but once you took the last bite you were starting to wonder if Hoseok had really just waited hours, and now to just have you eat in front of him.

“Thank you for the meal, Hoseok.” You say politely.

He eyes you for a second, until his eyes glance to the side of your head—then back at you.

“It’s five minutes before midnight.” He points out.

You raise an eyebrow at him.

“… okay?”

“So … aren’t you going to wish me?” He pries.

The cue falls over your head, until you see and feel Hoseok, cage you in your chair.

You let out an eep at the sudden proximity, flushed at the way Hoseok grins at you all suave-like.

“Wish you?” You squeak, “W-What do you mean?”

He sighs, resting his palms on the side of your chair, looking at you with a fond expression that you were sure your eyes were deceiving you with.

“I dunno. Isn’t today a special day?” He teases, and he revels in the fact that you’re turning into a tomato under his scrutiny.

“I-Is it? I didn’t—I didn’t know that …” You gulp.

Hoseok takes the leap of faith and reaches out to pat your head, as you freeze under the touch.

“There were flyaways.” He smirks.

You feel like dying because of how close he is to you, and you know that he won’t let you go unless you say the words he’s tried to pull out from you. So, you swallow your pride, and honestly, gather all the courage you have in you to wish him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Hoseok.” You mumble, eyes avoiding his.

He doesn’t do anything for a split second, and you feel like a fool. You’re about to push him away until he moves—shuffling between his drawers to pull out—

“Flowers?” You cock your head to the side when he hands them over to you.

They were a beautiful arrangement, meticulously curated with the hands of someone that wanted perfection. It was very like Hoseok, but also included all of your favourite flowers and colours that you can’t help but imagine how cohesive the two of you would be.

You try to shake out of your delusions because you’re still processing the fact that Hoseok had handed you a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers you’ve ever seen and received.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, _____.” He smiles, and it lacks the usual mirth that he carries when he’s out to poke at you. This time, his smile is kind, warm—and longing.

“W-What is this for …?” You admire the arrangement, and it feels heavy in your palms. A testament to the effort put in, as well as how expensive it must’ve been.

“For being a great personal assistant,” He says.

It’s like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on you when he says those words. You blink up at him, then you scowl—shoving him away from you as you abandon the flowers on the table. Your heart was so hopeful as if you had managed to understand what was going on in Hoseok’s heart—but he reminded you of who you were and the world between the two of you shattered.

“Hey—hey. Where are you going?” Hoseok seems panicked but you don’t pick up on much as you hastily try to leave.

“Home, Hoseok.” You say curtly.

He’s faster than you when he grabs your elbow to spin you around to face him.

“Do you not like it?” He furrows his eyebrows.

You glare at him, and all the irritation in you returns when he genuinely looks clueless.

“No, Hoseok. I fucking love it.” You try to pull away, but he’s stronger than you.

“Then what’s the problem?” He huffs.

You narrow your eyes at him and even though he both makes you want to rip your hair out and makes your heart feel funny—he genuinely looks confused.

“You!” You yell, shoving at his chest as he just looks at you quizzically.

“You’re my problem Jung Hoseok,” You point a firm finger into his chest, “You’re always making me do your work for you and teasing me until I want to rip your hair out—then you do this … whatever this is, with the flowers and the stares you’re giving me and you—and you expect me to be okay?”

He blinks at you.

“You’re so confusing Hoseok! Like God—first, you look at me with those eyes of yours and expect my heart not to flutter? Is that it? Do you just like embarrassing me like this? You stupid son of a motherfucking bitch—!”

He really needed to shut you up, and granted, it wasn’t the best way to do it. But there was something oddly endearing about the way you were yelling his ear off that he needed to just close the distance.

Hoseok grabs you by the waist with a firm hand on your cheek when he leans down to kiss you.

The kiss is explosive, both in pent up frustrations and longing all at once and you’re both confused and relieved when you feel the plush of his lips against your own. You forget what you were saying when he holds you like this—close.

Hoseok looked like a magnificent kisser—you theorised—and your hypothesis was proven with the way he’s gentle yet assertive with the way his body moulds against your own.

You whine when he pulls away, your hands clutching at the front of his dress shirt. Only when you see his flushed cheeks, and swollen lips do you remember what was happening.

“_____—”

You punch him in the stomach.

Hard.

He grunts, doubling over as you glare at him.

“Are you insane?” You shriek.

He wheezes, clutching at his abdomen.

“You could’ve just told me you didn’t like me!” He snaps, shooting you a venomous glare.

Your mouth falls open as you give him one of your own venomous stares.

“Are you stupid?” You throw your hands into the air, “Why the fuck did you do that?”

“I was trying to be romantic!” He grits out.

You huff, and you soften for a moment to see him still holding onto his stomach.

You quietly reach out to him, holding him by the elbow like you did something wrong (punching him in the stomach) and look up at him with apologetic eyes.

“Does it really hurt?” You meekly ask.

"No. I'm on the floor because it's comfortable," He deadpans.

You pout as you flush a pretty shade of red.

He’s about to retort when he sees how guilty you look, then he sighs; reaching an arm around your shoulder to bring you into an embrace against his chest.

“It’d hurt a lot more if you were rejecting me.”

You scoff, leaning your cheek against his chest when you feel the movement of his chest with his deep breaths.

“Why couldn’t you ask me out like a normal person?” You complain.

He rolls his eyes.

“You’re not a conventional person to ask out.”

You narrow your eyes at him, and he wants to kiss you again because you’re the cutest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

So he does.

This time, you’re not as shocked, but it’s still as pleasant as when he first kissed you. You lean into his embrace, taking the initiative to run your hands across his shoulders and into his hair.

“We could’ve been doing this way longer if you weren’t such an annoying brat.” He mumbles against your lips.

The moment is broken when he returns to his normal self, but your heart still remains.

“Me? Annoying? You know what’s annoying—the fact that I spent six hours on Valentine’s Day sorting through your stupid documents because you wanted to hold me, hostage, here—”

Hoseok purses his lips as you progress through your rant, but in all honesty, you looked like a little rabbit that was frustrated than anything else, and all he feels in endearment.

He lets you have your moment, though—because he likes you like this—honest, unforgiving and so irrevocably yourself.

“—like, romantic? Please, Hoseok—you have zero romantic bones in your body and I’m pretty sure you’re 100% annoying than human—”

He pouts when you resort to insulting him, and he reaches for your cheeks to squeeze them in his palms so you’d stop.

“Okay enough of that, my feelings are hurt.” He pouts, “But … I’ll let you off the hook cause you’re so cute.”

You glare at him, cheeks still squished together like a chipmunk.

“I hathe eberything avout you.” You say through a muffled breath.

He sighs.

He releases your cheeks and begins packing up the trash, and you’re confused at the way his touch suddenly disappears and disappointed because you weren’t close to him anymore.

“Hobi?” You meekly call out, and he swears his heart stutters at the nickname.

“Can you stop being cute for one second and let me clean up?” He groans, shoving the stray paper bags away into the dustbin below his desk.

You blush even harder, keening under the praise.

You twiddle with your thumbs, awkwardly hovering by his desk as you watch him. You’d try to help, but there was something so utterly domestic and … homey about the way that Hoseok tuts you off when you reach out to pick something up.

Once he’s satisfied (because as annoying as he was, you applauded him for his neatness), he throws his blazer over his shoulder effortlessly, and shuts all the lights off, saying nothing more besides walking to the door.

You eye him curiously, wondering why he hasn’t uttered a single word yet, but as you’re about to open your mouth, he turns around to look at you over his shoulder with a raised brow.

“Are you coming?”

You tilt your head to the side.

“W-Where?”

“With me,” He shrugs his shoulders, leaning against the wooden frame of his door as you feel your heartbeat grow faster at how effortlessly good he looks under the dim light.

“I think I owe you a belated Valentine’s Day celebration, no?”

Oh.

[taetaespeaches]

“You can’t fight destiny.”

hoseok x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 3.6K

a/n: Hi lovelies!! Here is Hoseok and Petal/reader’s first date. Petal is expecting dinner and then Hobi hijacks the date. It’s kind of chaos but :( they like each other so much :( ok, thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :))

DINNER was safe. Simple and lowkey. The perfect first date for two people who were taking it slow. Probationary friends, you reminded yourself.

However, when you stepped out the doors of your apartment building to spot Hoseok leaning against the passenger side of his car, his arms crossed over his ribcage wearing that sunshine smile, you had to admit it was hard to remember why exactly you were taking things slow.

“Petal,” he called out in excitement, you holding back a giggle as you smiled at him.

“Sunshine,” you replied happily, Hoseok opening the door for you. “Oh, he’s chivalrous,” you noted teasingly, the man chuckling.

“Just a gentleman,” he responded, adjusting his non-existent bowtie, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Thank you,” you told him sincerely, Hobi giving you a small smile that made his dimples just above the corners of his mouth pop out.

“Hi, Petal,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around your lower back, pulling you into a hug. Your arms easily draped over the back of his neck as he kissed your cheek.

“Hey,” you grinned. “Where are you taking me?” You asked, pulling away from him, but leaving your hands at the nape of his neck as your fingers toyed with ends of his hair.

“Well,” he nodded to the car. “Let me show you.”

Nodding to him, you crawled into the passenger seat, Hoseok waiting until you were situated before shutting the door and jogging around the front of the car. You watched as his hair bounced atop his head, dyed blonde with a pinkish highlight throughout making it appear almost peach. It looked good on him.

As Hoseok opened the driver side door, hopping into the vehicle, you appreciated the way the black jeans hugged his thighs, his white t-shirt tucked into them neatly, a jean jacket finishing the look.

“You don’t mind less than classy foods, do you?” He asked as he pulled out onto the street, you giving him a questioningly look.

“I’m not picky,” you confirmed. “What are we eating?” You pried with a small chuckle.

A smile curved on the man’s lips as he continued looking forward, driving you to an unknown destination. “I’m trying to surprise you, Petal,” he giggled, you rolling your eyes as you settled in your seat, though you wore a fond grin.

“I’m not used to surprises,” you told him, the man humming thoughtfully.

“Well you better get used to them,” he noted, making you let out a small breathy laugh. Hoseok’s presence in your life has been nothing but a massive surprise, and a bright one at that, so you had no doubt that the longer this went on the more surprises and brightness he’d bring.

The car ride was relatively quiet but comfortable. It was as though Hoseok was trying to ensure you’d be relaxed without the pressure of filling the air with nervous talk. However, the silence was shattered when the man pulled into a parking lot for a massive carnival.

“I thought we were getting dinner?” You gawked at the man, Hoseok giggling as he nodded.

“We are. They have food at these things you know,” he joked, you letting out a scoff of disbelief.

“You said, ‘a casual dinner, nothing major’,” you pointed out, Hoseok giggling happily. “You’re insane,” you told him through a massive smile, the excitement of the carnival already making you giddy.

“A good insane?” He questioned as he parked the car. Turning to look at you, he smiled vibrantly, you looking at him scrutinizingly.

“Undetermined,” you teased, the man letting out an open-mouthed unabashed laugh, the image and sound giving you a sincere feeling of happiness. “But this is amazing, I wasn’t expecting this at all,” you told him more seriously.

“Should we go eat our casual dinner?” He asked, you scoffing through a laugh.

“Lead the way, Sunshine.”

The man was insane, and you weren’t even sure he was fully aware of how loud and unapologetically gleeful he was. Screams were leaving the man as you competed against him in a carnival game in which you shot water guns into the mouths of some creepy little clown heads to try to fill a water balloon up until it exploded. The first to pop the balloon won and you were definitely beating him. The contrast between you both, Hoseok yelling and making loud sound effects as he struggled to keep his aim and you with your silent focus as you shot your own water gun, was stark and hysterical.  

A particularly ridiculous scream-laugh that sounded from Hoseok had a giggle slipping from you, making you lose your aim, you letting out a small grunt of surprise before quickly recovering. It was only seconds later that your balloon popped, the sound startling Hoseok as he jumped before laughing.

“How are you so good at this?” He asked through his grin, both of you looking at his nearly half-filled balloon, you tossing your head back in laughter as Hoseok watched you fondly.

“Sunshine, I don’t think I’m all that good, I think you’re just that bad,” you teased him, the man letting out a sound of disapproval though he wore an amused smile. “Which stuffed animal do you want?” You asked, the man looking at you with wide eyes that appeared innocent and touched.

“I’m supposed to win you something,” he noted, you giggling. “That one looks like my dog,” he cooed, you gasping in response.

“You have a dog?” You asked him in excitement, Hoseok’s smile widening in response to you unfiltered happiness at the information. It was as if he was making a mental note. Loves animals.

“Yeah, Mickey,” he told you. “You’ll have to meet him.”

Pouting you nodded quickly. “I’d love to.” Turning back to the carnival worker, you asked for the stuffed dog and as soon as it was in your hand, you turned to the man with a wide grin. “For you, Sir.”

“Now this is cute,” he commented as he took the stuffed animal, cooing at it as he inspected it. “Thank you,” he beamed at you. Yeah. This is cute.

“Yeah, yeah,” you dismissed through your fond grin. “Come on, I wanna kick your ass in bumper cars.”

Hoseok watched you wide-eyed as you headed toward the bumper cars, frozen in his place for a moment. “You can’t even win in bumper cars,” he called out, his feet finally moving in a jog to catch up with you, you turning around to flash him a smile with a giggle. “Can you?” He asked, his pitch higher than before as he thought out loud to himself.

“You can win anything,” you responded, shooting him a feigned very serious expression.

“Ah, you’re competitive,” he realized, you smirking as you raised your hand to your face, squinting at your index finger and thumb that were pinched together to silently indicate ‘a little bit’. Hoseok giggled and you realized it was quickly becoming one of your favorite sounds, just behind the carefree cackle he often let out with an open mouth, completely unabashed. Paired with his sunshine smile, you found yourself wanting to make him laugh as much as possible. Lucky for you, he wasn’t stingy in the slightest with sharing his joy.

You watched fondly as Hoseok crawled into a bumper car, sweetly tucking the stuffed dog into his jean jacket, patting its head before looking toward you with a playful glare. “You’re going down, Petal.”

“Calm down, Hoseok, you can’t even win at bumper cars,” you teased, the man scoffing through that adorable laugh, the feelings of utter fondness filling your chest almost making you bashful under his gaze. What the fuck?

The first crash into Hoseok’s bumper car had him screaming with a massive smile, the man trying to steer into you as you smashed into him once again, the jolt of his body within the car causing him to look at you in surprise. Eyes blown wide, you burst into cackles at the expression, crumbling against the steering wheel giving the man an opportunity to drive into the side of your car, your laughing figure flailing to the side as Hoseok’s amusement sounded overtop all of the crashes and screams from other drivers.

Now you weren’t one for romantic cliches, but perhaps Hoseok was the exception as the world seemed to slow down around you at the sight of his glee. As he wore that smile you already adored, it felt like you’d been thrown into a scene from a romantic comedy, and you’d arrived to the moment where you realized how much this person was going to mean to you.

It was still new, and of course you were taking things slow, but somethings you just know. And you and Hoseok always did have a weird undeniable chemistry that you felt even when you were trying to deny it. It wouldn’t be a bad thing if the man who tucked a toy dog into his coat for its safety during bumper cars stayed in your life for a while.

The sun was setting and you were still roaming around the carnival, a hot dog on a stick in one hand as you made a peace sign with the other, smiling happily at Hoseok’s phone.

As he lowered the device, scrolling through the shots, he sighed, shaking his head. “That bad?” You asked, the man tsking.

“You look so good in all of them,” he informed you, you pulling your eyebrows together in question. “You make me look bad,” he added, looking up at you with a smile.

“Oh shut up,” you immediately negated, appearing grumpy in an instant. “You’re handsome, don’t be silly.”

The man giggled happily at the seriousness behind your words, enjoying your brief moment of anger. “You get riled up so easily,” he teased, you rolling your eyes as you leaned toward him to look at the phone screen.

“I don’t tolerate nonsense,” you told him with a small smile, Hobi staring at you as you inspected the photo. “Send this to me.”

“You’re cute,” he told you as he looked to the photo. “This one? You sure?”

“Yeah, you look adorable and the pup is in it,” you smiled, patting the stuffed animal on the head that Hobi held in his inner-elbow. He smiled giddily at you just before sending the photo to you.

As you took a bite of your hotdog, you scanned your surroundings mindlessly, making eye contact with an older woman who smiled, you shooting a polite smile with a small bow back before looking back to your date.

“What’s next, Sunshine?” You asked, the man humming as he looked around.

“I’m- not- sure,” he said slowly as he looked around. “More games? Just standing here doing nothing? I just really don’t want the date to end yet,” he smiled shyly, you nearly cooing at how sweet and cute he was.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want it to end either,” you assured him easily. And you really didn’t. Being back in your apartment alone was the last place you wanted to be in that moment. You both started walking through the carnival once again, eyeing different vendors and booths. “Games sound good, but do you really want me to kick your ass some mo-” you started but found yourself interrupted by a tap on your shoulder.

Turning to your side, you spotted the woman who smiled at you moments ago. “Would you like a reading?” She asked you, gesturing down to the tarot cards in her hands, and that’s when you realized she was a fortune teller for the carnival.

“Oh, no, that’s ok. Thank you,” you tried to evade the reading, smiling but shaking your head.

“Free,” she grinned, you shaking your head more adamantly as Hoseok placed a hand to your lower back, giggling as he guided you to the table.

“Come on, Petal, it’s just a little reading,” he teased you through a massive smile.

“Would you stop it?” You whispered to him quietly, the man giggling in amusement, you cursing him under your breath as the woman and the traitor pushed you into the chair.

As Hobi entered behind you, the woman closed a curtain so you were secluded in a weird little booth set up. Fucksake. It hardly even felt professional and you were not one to believe in this kind of stuff anyway. You quickly took the remaining bite of your hotdog, handing the stick to Hoseok for him to deal with as the woman took her seat across the table from you.

Laying out five cards that you didn’t know a single thing about even after her explanations, she hummed thoughtfully. “Have you had any recent changes take place in your life?” Looking behind you toward Hoseok, you nodded your head. “A new lover perhaps?”

Refusing to answer, you simply stared at the woman. “Well, the cards show that you’ve had new factors enter into your personal life and that this is quite the transitional time for you,” she explained. “Using lessons learned from the past, you are now ready for new life experiences that could be lasting.”

“That sounds promising, Petal,” Hobi teased from behind you, you holding back a smile at his words, the man giggling at your expense.  

“You might have a particular barrier, perhaps an emotional one, holding you back from your full potential with this new factor, but the cards show that you are destined for a bright future,” the woman told you, you nodding slowly. If you didn’t know better, you would have though Hoseok had set this whole thing up.

“Bright, huh?” You asked through a small smile, Hoseok’s hand squeezing your shoulder. “I wouldn’t say that bright,” you teased, the man laughing happily.

“Would you like me to elaborate more?” She asked, you quickly shaking your head.

“No no, but thank you,” you smiled sincerely. “Let me pay you,” you smiled, standing up. “Hoseok,” you greeted, patting his chest. “You can cover the cost for the reading right?” You smirked, Hobi grinning as he pulled out his wallet.

“Fair enough,” he agreed, handing some money to the woman.

Pulling the curtain open and stepping outside, you began walking away as Hoseok called your name, the smile and laugh evident in his voice.

“You are so obnoxious,” you commented, turning around to lightly hit his arm, the man cackling at your expense, wrapping you up in a hug.

“I know I am,” he admitted, you reluctantly folding your arms over his waist.

“Annoying,” you added, the man giggling near your ear.

“But bright,” he noted cheerfully, you groaning against his chest as you pulled away from him. “I’m just saying,” he started teasingly, “You can’t fight destiny.”

Reaching for your hand, he interlaced his fingers with yours as he pulled you to stand beside him. “Yeah, yeah,” you dismissed, though the smile on your face told him were far from annoyed by him in that moment. Letting out a mixture of a groan and a laugh, you leaned your head back with your eyes closed as you exhaled deeply. “I can’t believe you made me do that,” you giggled, opening your eyes, the full moon coming into view. “Oh my god,” you said in surprise and excitement.

“Huh?” Hoseok responded with wide eyes.

“The moon,” you pointed, the man’s eyes following.

“Ah, it’s full tonight,” he noted, both of you staring up at the big shining beauty.

“I love the moon,” you said quietly, mesmerized for a moment by the glowing orb. The sounds of the carnivals surrounded you, but you didn’t pay them any mind as you allowed yourself to be submerged by the feeling of being underneath the full moon with Hoseok. “I try to track its phases but I usually end up forgetting the day of the full moon,” you explained, your date looking from the sky to you, appreciating the way your eyes beamed underneath the moon’s illumination. He thought you looked stunning and he was tempted to kiss you. “My fatal flaw,” you joked, Hobi smiling in response.

“I’ll try to remind you,” he replied, a hopeful tone to his voice that had you looking from the moon to the man’s cheerful face.

You both stared at each other for a moment before you glanced down toward his lips. “What exactly are the terms of this probationary friendship?” He asked with a smirk, you giggling as you met his gaze once again.

“I figured we’d just make it up as we go,” you shrugged.

“In that case,” he grinned, “Can I kiss you, Petal?”

Though the thought of teasing him entered your mind, you wanted to kiss him just as badly. Smiling back at him, you nodded, leaning closer to the man. Hoseok slowly closed the gap, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips a few times as if he was making certain you were sure. You squeezed his hand that was still holding yours, and his eyes fluttered shut as yours did just before his soft lips met your own, greeting you in a sweet and graceful kiss.

The action didn’t last long but it was perfect, Hoseok pulling away, the kiss lingering on your lips as you grinned, opening your eyes to see his own joyful expression.

“I’m quite enjoying our friendship,” he joked, you giggling as you nodded.

“No complaints from me,” you agreed.

“Not even about the tarot reading?” He asked in surprise, that same teasing smile.

“Ok, one complaint,” you corrected, the man chuckling as he tugged on your hand, leading you through the carnival, you watching him from behind with a big dumb smile on your face.

Spotting an ice cream stand, you pulled on his hand, the man turning around to look at you with wide eyes. “Do you want ice cream?”

“Ooh,” he said in a timid excitement. Pulling out his wallet, he began walking toward the stand, you quickly placing your free hand to his chest.

“No, it’s on me,” you told him, Hoseok cocking his head at you. “You just relax, watch the dog,” you smiled, Hoseok giggling. “What kind do you want?”

“Mint chocolate,” he told you, you pulling a questioningly look.

“Really?” You asked, the man nodding.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re a mintcho hater,” he spoke as if he was preparing for disappointment, you shaking your head with a chuckle.

“No, no, it’s fine, stay calm, Sunshine,” you giggled. “Just not my favorite either,” you informed him, your date clutching his chest in feigned relief. Shaking your head at his reaction, you pulled your hand from his as you turned toward the ice cream. “One mintcho coming up,” you called to him.

As you waited in line for the ice cream, you couldn’t help but think of the tarot reading. You really didn’t believe in that stuff all that much, but why was it so fitting? Why did she all but demand to give you of all people a reading? What were the chances of that night being the full moon? And why was Hoseok someone you could see spending a lifetime with after only one single date?

Collecting the cones, one mint chocolate and one vanilla, you turned back to where you left Hoseok to find the area empty. Scanning the crowds of people, he suddenly walked into your view sporting a massive beam that almost had you nervous about what had caused it. But fuck it was stunning.

Looking at him skeptically, you held the cone out in his direction. “Why are you so smiley- what the fuck is that?” You asked, spotting the plastic bag filled with water that he held in his grasp down by his thigh, a small goldfish circling the perimeter.

“I finally won you something,” he told you cheerfully, taking the cone from you and immediately taking a big lick.

“You won me a fish?” You asked in shock, the man giggling as he nodded. “Hoseok, what the hell am I supposed to do with a fish?”

“Well, feeding it would be a good start,” he informed you jokingly, you huffing at him.

“I cannot believe you,” you shook your head, staring at the little fish that swam around in the bag.

“You have to take it, I already have Mickey,” he noted, you rolling your eyes.

“Well of course I’m gonna take it,” you told the man, taking a lick from your own cone. “Have I told you that you’re obnoxious?” You asked jokingly, crouching down to take a closer look at your new pet.

“Maybe once,” he joked back, you glancing up at the man to scoff at him, though your lips were positioned in a smile.

“It needs a name,” you pointed out, Hoseok humming in thought.

“How about Luna?” He asked. “To commemorate the night and the moon you’re so fond of,” he explained, you smiling, completely smitten with the man. Nodding at him, he gave you a single nod back. “Maybe Luna here is the new factor in your life that will lead you a destined bright future,” he said, you standing up straight to look at his face, your eyes scanning his gorgeous features.

“I don’t think so, Sunshine,” you whispered to him, watching in utter fondness as his beautiful smile stretched across his face.  

There was nothing brighter than the sun, after all. And looking at Hobi’s beaming grin, in that moment, you and him, a future together, it all felt pretty damn destined.

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“Spend the night with me.” This prompt pleaseee😭😭😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💕

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Amy was sitting on her new couch, after “Eggman had launched a missile into her house,” and she was watching a romance movie. Sonic was spying on her, specifically with the window that Sticks used for spying. He noticed that she started sniffling at how romantic she found it, but Sonic thought she seemed heartbroken at something. Wanting to see his beautiful comrade-in-arms happy, he leapt to the door, and knocked on it. He heard Amy gasp at the sudden noise, and after a few seconds, she opened the door.

       “Hey Ames! I..uh...uhm, I was wondering, w-would you...” Amy had a confused expression etched on her pretty face.

   “Yes?” She asked, gesturing for him to continue. He sighed.

    “Wanna hang out?” Amy’s eyes lit up in excitement.

    “I-I’d love to! Uh, when?” She asked. To be honest, he never thought that he’d get this far into asking her.

     “Well, if you want to, what about now?” She widened her eyes.

      “OH! Of course! Why don’t you come in, I need to change.” Sonic nodded, and went in her hut.

       “Just wait here. Don’t look into my drawers this time, or you will get my hammer shoved up your non-existent ass. Got it?” Sonic nodded, spooked in the sudden mood shift. “Good! I’ll be back in like a few minutes.” She walked into her room, most likely into her closet. Sonic relaxed, but then tensed up again.

      ‘Shit! What will I do?! I don’t even know where I’m gonna fucking take her!’

       “Sonic, I’m ready!” Amy said. She was wearing a dark red, off-the-shoulder dress, with rose patterns (Link {x}) and she her cleavage was showing. Thanks for making a guy excited, Amy. Sonic was gawking at her.

      “Wow Ames. You only took like two minutes, and you’re already looking so good.” Sonic whistled at her. She blushed. He could be so romantic sometimes, but what if she messes up? What if she makes a fool of herself?

      ‘Stop it, Amy. What would Rouge say in times like these?’ Maybe try flirting with him? No. Hard pass. If she even tried to be romantic to him, he would just run away. Like usual.

        “Why thank you, Sonic. Even though you haven’t really changed your style, you still look good.” NO, AMY, WHAT DID YOU DO. She looked down, as if making sure her shoes weren’t dirty, but she could’ve sworn that there he was smirking.

         “Of course I do! I’m Sonic the Hedgehog! I look good all the time! Even if my fashion choice is just a...scarf-thing. Point is, I still look handsome!” AMY, YOU JUST INCREASED HIS EGO. Amy sweatdropped at his obnoxious behavior, before saying something that could just end this person’s will to live.

          “I wonder what what your quills look like in the morning? What if you have bedhead?” Amy asked. NO AMY THAT WAS NOT THE ROAST. Sonic widened his eyes. He smirked again.

        “Well, I usually just get up immediately and run to my heart’s content. And to make sure that our darling princess is safe in her castle.” He gestured to Amy, while she was blushing.

        “Wouldn’t I be a queen? I’m able to wield a swor- I MEAN HAMMER. Yeah, hammer.” Sonic’s smug face just widened even more as he leaned into her face.

        “But if you were to be a queen, you would need a king. After all, what’s a queen without her king?” Amy smiled.

         “Well, historically, better.” She patted Sonic’s cheek and walked along. Sonic wasn’t happy that she got the last word. He picked her up and zipped off to his first destination.

         “Meh Burger! I know, not really a good option, but it’s the only restaurant in the village.” He shot out a smile that was basically telling Amy, ‘I’m trying’. The darling pink hedgehog could tell, however. She did appreciate it a lot.

        “Thanks Sonic.” Amy said. Sonic shook his head at her cuteness.

       “No problem, Ames. What would you like to eat?” He asked with a special smile that he did only for her.

        “A burger and strawberry soda would be nice.” Sonic nodded and ran over to the counter.

       “Okay, now listen here Dave. I have a girl over there and I want this to go perfectly. You better give me the correct food, or your mom’s house erupts in flames, do you understand?” He asked through gritting teeth. Dave nodded. Within a few minutes their orders were ready.

      “A chilidog and orange soda and burger and strawberry soda for a Sanic the Hedgehag?” Said hedgehog facepalmed while his date giggled. He walked up to the counter and glared.

      “You didn’t mess up my order, but you messed up my name. For that, your fire extinguisher has gone missing.” He shook his hands as if he were a magician, signaling that Meh Burger’s only fire extinguisher has gone missing. He brought the food back to Amy, and noticed how her long quills suddenly seemed a bit curly.

      “Thank you so much Sonikku!” WOAH, he hasn’t heard that nickname since she was 12.      

      “My pleasure, Ames.” After they ate, they ran to the movie theater.

     “SO, what movie do ya wanna watch?” Sonic asked. Amy looked at the choices.

      “There’s that new action movie. Oh, there’s also that comedy one! And a romantic comedy...Wow, so many comedies.” While Amy was concentrating, Sonic watched her. She was so cute, sexy, and hot when she was focusing.

    “SONIC!” The blue hedgie snapped out of his thoughts when his pink partner yelled out his name. “I think I want to go with ‘Hearted.’” Hearted was the action movie. Sonic was confused, because he expected her to choose the romance ones. As if she knew what he was thinking, she answered. “The movie has a little romance in it.”

(The movie is real, but it’s in hindi. It’s about a guy and a girl who fall in love, but find out that their older siblings like each other too, but can’t be together because their fathers were in rival gangs, and they both killed each other’s dads. Since then, they wouldn’t talk to each other. The younger couple tried to get the forbidden lovers together, and in the end, everyone gets a happy ending. It has romance, action, and a lot of comedy. My dad and I love this movie so much.)

  (Let’s pretend it’s english in this story)

While Amy was so wrapped in to the movie, Sonic took the time to admire her physical beauty. Her cute little ears, her jade eyes that were the same color as Sonic’s, yet so different to his. His eyes started wandering below, to her curves, which were visible through the dress, because it was tightened against her waist. He noticed her tail swaying a bit. His eyes shot back up to her chest. His mind started to get polluted with scenarios of all the things he could do to that body~.

Amy turned and faced Sonic while a song played (I love the song tho) Sonic blinked. Amy bit her lip, trying to hold something back. Sonic became entranced in her light turquoise eyes. He slowly leaned in, knowing that Amy was doing the same. Their lips gently touched, before Sonic tilted his head and brought her in. Amy did the same, but she added more into the kiss. Sonic noticed and copied her, and put her arms around his neck, and he put his around her waist. They continued, occasionally breaking away to catch their breath. They both turned their heads, their hands never leaving each other, and noticed that the movie had ended. Their insides were burning, wanting more.

They walked back to Amy’s house slowly, hand in hand. Once they got up to her porch, Amy wasted no time in reuniting her lips with his. After a few minutes they broke apart. Something in those two clicked, and because of that, Amy asked the one question that would determine Sonic’s love.

   “Spend the night with me?” Sonic gave a gentle smile, and was led into the hut. The night’s beauty was reflected within the two as they made true love.

   YES, MORE ONESHOTS ARE COMING :))))) At least now Amy knows if Sonic has bedhead lol

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@little-miss-shy-goth here’s your request! Thanks for requesting and sorry it took so long. 🥺

(Also this isn’t as great as I’d want it to be, but I hope you like it anyway!)

Here’s the request:

Hello, can you do a fluffy Beetlejuce x reader fic or a fluffy Dewey fic about how they would react if they found out the reader is not a fan of kissing scenes because of the awkwardness? If not, that’s ok, I understand ^.^

I opened the microwave door and took out the hot bag of popcorn, pouring it into a large bowl. Betelgeuse and I had planned a movie night tonight, and it was his turn to pick the movie. I grabbed the bowl and turned to walk back into the living room to find him looking through dozens of movies. I sat down on the couch as he turned to face me.

“How about this gem?” He asked, waving a movie case in my face. I smiled and looked at the movie case in front of me. A very cliche and very terrible rom com. Usually he would pick an action or horror movie, but a romantic comedy? It seemed really unlike him.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “A rom com? Really?”

He laughed. “Yeah. Come on, it‘ll be fun. These kind of movies are so cringey they’re funny.”

I exhaled and reluctantly agreed. I couldn’t say no to him-which scared me a little. Here I was, falling for someone who would never like me back, dating other people just to try to get my mind off him. Sure, he casually flirts with me all the time, but thats how he is which everyone. I’m nothing more than a friend. Sad but true.

The movie started and we half-way watched it, turning our attention to each other every once in a while, getting lost in conversation throughout the movie. I know it’s cliché to say that I was falling for my best friend, but I was. And I hated it.

Towards the end of the movie, I focused my gaze back on the TV to see two characters sharing a kiss. It was a really awkward, slightly cringey kissing scene. I hated watching them, so I looked down at my phone, tapping it nervously with my fingers. Beej laughed and pointed at the TV, nudging me with his shoulder.

“See? This is hilarious! It’s so-hey, you’re not watching!”

I looked up from my phone and shrugged. “I just don’t see what you like about these kind of movies. They’re boring.”

He gasped. “Are you serious? This is comedy gold, and you promised you’d watch a movie with me!” He snapped his fingers and my phone disappeared out of my hands, a thin cloud of green smoke surrounding where it was. I scoffed and looked at him.

“Was that really necessary?” I asked, annoyed.

“You’ll get it back when the movie’s over,” he said sternly, crossing his arms.

I rolled my eyes and directed my gaze back at the screen. A few minutes later, two other characters in the movie started kissing and I shifted my gaze to the ceiling, then back at my fiddling fingers. Beej seemed to noticed, and looked as if he was about to say something, but I quickly took the popcorn bowl and headed for the kitchen before he could.

“I’m just gonna go make some more popcorn...” I mumbled as I walked away.

“Where are you going? The movies almost over,” he asked, concerned .

“Just gonna refill the popcorn, thats all...” I said from the kitchen.

“Well do you want me to pause it until you come back?” He called from the living room. I peeked my head from behind the wall to lock eyes with him.

“NOO, no it’s fine,” I laughed nervously.

He eyed me suspiciously but turned his attention back on the movie. I made another bag of popcorn, hoping that the movie didn’t have anymore terrible kisses in it.

Right as I was coming back, I heard Betelgeuse’s raspy laugh from the living room. “Oh babes, get in here, come look at this!”

I glanced back at the TV from behind the kitchen counter to see yet another kiss, this time between the two main characters. I cringed again and turned around to focus back on the popcorn.

“Oh come on, how many kissing scenes can this movie have?” I asked in frustration.

I heard him laugh from the couch behind me. “What is it, babes? Can’t handle a little romance?”

I playfully rolled my eyes again and turned around again to lean against the counter, eyeing him from the kitchen. He stared back into my eyes from the couch, sitting up.

“Okay, what is it?” He asked, pausing the movie to turn his full attention to me.

“What are you talking about? Nothings wr-“

He cut me off. “No, don’t give me that. Somethings wrong. You love watching movies with me. Why don’t you want to tonight?”

I broke eye contact with him and tried to gather a response. “I-“

“Come here,” he said, scooting over and patting the couch next to him. “Let’s talk.”

I smiled and exhaled sharply, trudging towards the couch. I sat down next to him and looked around the room, avoiding his eyes.

“Alright, what’s going on?” He asked, focused on me.

“What makes you think-“

“You’re avoiding eye contact, you obviously don’t want to watch this with me. Something’s wrong.”

He knew me too well. And the last thing I wanted was to get caught in his eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t want to watch this with you, it’s just...” I exhaled, my gaze fixated on the wall behind the T.V. “I hate watching kissing scenes, okay?” I admitted.

I looked over at him as he gave me a confused look.

“Wait, that’s what this is all about? A few people kissing in a movie?” His lips curled into a slight smile. I shot him a serious look, and his smile faded. “Oh, you’re being serious...”

I looked down, embarrassed.

“Babes, why do you hate kissing so much to where you can’t even watch a movie with one in it?” He began. “Because I think it’s hilarious to watch bad actors kiss on screen.”

I shook my head, looking at the floor. “I don’t know, I’ve just never liked watching anyone kiss.”

He seemed to think for a second, and turned to me. “How long has this been going on?”

I thought back years ago to when it started. To the best of my knowledge, I’ve had this hatred of watching people kiss ever since high school.

“Actually, I did have a terrible first kiss...now that I think about it, that’s when it started.”

I looked over at Beej, who looked as if he were acting like a therapist, and smiled at his curious expression.

“Hmm...” he said, furrowing his eyebrows in thought. “Tell me about it.”

“I don’t really like to talk about it...” I trailed off.

“Wait,” he said. “Was it consensual?”

I frowned. “No...”

“Okay....well, what about other times? With other people?” He asked. I got embarrassed again and fiddled with my fingers once more.

“I haven’t kissed anyone else...” I admitted. There was a short silence and I looked over at him, staring at me in disbelief. I smiled.

“I’m serious!” I playfully hit his chest and crossed my arms, feeling a bit flustered.

“Wait, you mean to tell me that you’ve only been kissed once? Your whole life?”

He asked, shocked.

I smiled. “Yeah...”

“Why?”

I met his eyes. “I’m scared.”

His expression softened. “Scared of what?”

“Scared that every kiss will end up like that first one. Scared that it won’t be, you know, like that.” I gestured towards the TV, where the characters were gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes. “My first kiss was awful...how do I know that all the rest won’t be the same?”

He exhaled and turned his entire body towards my direction, facing me. “(Y/n), look. Not every kiss is going to be good. But, you can’t live your life scared of the past. The past is over, and there’s no way that the next time you kiss someone it’s gonna be like that. You’ve just got to take a leap of faith. Stop being scared about things you can’t control, you know? Stop living in fear because one bad thing happened.”

I looked at him strangely. He’s never said anything like that. But I realized he was right. I met his eyes again.

“You know what? You’re right.”

I grabbed him by his collar and pulled his lips to mine for a split second before pulling away. I looked up at him nervously. He was understandably shocked, wide-eyed as the tips of his hair began fading into a bright pink. He didn’t hesitate though. Without warning, he brought our lips together again and kissed me passionately. Of course, I kissed back immediately, satisfying the urge I’ve had since the day I’ve met him. He snaked his hands around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. It was everything I had ever wanted since the day we met. Surprisingly, he pulled away first and I opened my eyes, trying to decipher his expression.

“Wait, whoa, whoa, you’ve felt this way about me this whole time and you never said anything?” He asked, confused.

“Yeah...?”

He wore a look that I had never seen before. He looked confused, curious, and relieved all at the same time. “I never thought anyone would ever have genuine feelings for me...”

“Well I guess we both proved each other wrong.”

[its-ya-boi-autumn]

I know I’ve been doing a whole fic on Chrollo but I thought this would be cute (It starts out really sad but I promise it gets cuter) this is just kind of a normal boyfriend AU that I’ve had in my head for a long time because I genuinely think it’s kind of adorable and even though I suck at writing affection and cute content I really wanted to write this so, hope you likey~

You hung up the phone on your mom, not able to handle the pressure from her anymore. Tears fell down your face and pattered onto the concrete below. Enough. You couldn’t take her yelling, her threats, her flat out abuse anymore. Enough was enough. You wondered if he was home, though you weren’t sure you wanted to bother your boyfriend with your problems again. You knew Chrollo would try to help you if he could, however, there wasn’t much he could do other than soothe you and talk to you.

You: Hey, are you home?

It would probably take a while for him to respond, so you got up from your couch to make something to eat. You might as well try now rather than have Chrollo force you to later. The chill from your fridge made you shiver the second it hit your body. A glance around the shelves told you there wasn’t much to eat to begin with. Sighing, you shut the door a little harder than you probably should have, the slam being accompanied by a few bottles of condiments falling over on the inside. You groaned, realizing if anything spilled you’d have to pick it up later. It wasn’t even that big of a deal to clean up a mess, but everything just felt like it was piling up.

Your mom being an asshole, this little mess, you cat being sick to her stomach all the time and you didn’t know why, the library being closed due to illness. Everything seemed to be against you for the time being and you were beginning to feel the toll being taken on you physically and mentally. You never felt like eating or even bathing, your hair greasy for the past 4 days and body odor most likely radiating off of you. A buzz notified you of his reply.

Chrollo: Yes, why? Are you alright?

You: No...

Chrollo: Would you like to talk about it?

You:...yes...

Chrollo: Alright. No one is here but me. You’ll be okay.

Instantly, you grabbed the keys for your car. You didn’t even look good, though you were sure he wouldn’t care either way. Once you dropped into the drivers seat, you simply threw your hair up in a bun so you would look a little less messy. He was still your boyfriend after all and you didn’t want to seem like a total wreck, despite the fact that you were anything but okay as of right now. You then thought about the smell you had accumulated and snatched up the stick of deodorant you kept in your car. It was a little melted due to the heatwave but it would do for now. 

Traffic wasn’t too bad thankfully. Finally, something that didn’t make you feel like the universe hated you. A few stoplights and some back roads later, you had arrived at your boyfriends small house in the middle of practically nowhere. Just like he had promised, none of Chrollo’s friends were there to accompany him. You shot him a text, letting him know you were there while you got out of your car to lock the doors. Sniffling, you climbed the dark wooden steps to his front door. It swung open before you even had the chance to knock.

Chrollo stared down at your red, puffy face. You sniffled again, wiping your eyes to avoid any tears that would try to come out. He moved to the side to let you in.

“I assume it was your mother again?” his voice was so comforting. Soft, gentle, reverberating through your brain and touching every neurotransmitter that elicited a dopamine reaction in your head. You could listen to it all day if you really wanted to. You nodded in response, plopping down on his couch and curling into a ball against the arm. You rested your head on your hand, keeping your eyes forward while Chrollo came to sit next to you. He leaned forward to get a good look at your face as he spoke.

“So, what’d she do this time?” he tried to make some sort of conversation. You were slightly surprised he didn’t offer you anything today. Maybe he just knew you’d decline anything he had. You did every other time, but it was still nice to heard him offer. You sighed.

“I don’t even know what I did this time! I was just asking her about this weekend since she said she wanted to see me and she went off!” you explained. You hands flew up in the air, showing how upset you were about the whole thing. Chrollo nodded.

“Do you mind if I ask what you had planned with her this weekend?” he continued to try and gain some sort of information to help. “Just about the hotel thing she wanted to do. Remember when she asked me if I wanted to do a hotel thing, just to chill out with her and her friend? Yeah, well, that’s not happening...” you felt tears start to well in your eyes. It wasn’t that your mother had said she wouldn’t do it, it was just that you no longer wanted to even bother in it with her. You were just supposed to go over there for the weekend since you hadn’t seen her in a long time and she suggested hanging out together at a small hotel downtown. Of course, she decided on a whim that she’d invite her friend Angela with the two of you. You figured this would turn out bad, considering everything she ever suggested had turned out bad, but you had obliged anyway, thinking this time might be different. God had you been wrong.

“She decided last minute she was gonna take Angela with us and of course for some reason Angela decided not to like me that day so she told my mom something that literally didn’t even do!” you were crying again now. Not entirely sobbing, but the hot tears rolled down your face and slid off your chin. A sighed sounded from Chrollo’s mouth. He obviously didn’t know much of what to do for you. His hand reached out and wiped the tear from under your chin. 

“Would you like anything to eat? Anything to drink?” he instead turned to making offers that he though might potentially help you feel better. The sudden change in subject ticked you off, but you didn’t let it show through. You knew he was just trying to help in the best way he knew how. You turned your red and teary eyes away from him again. 

“A movie you’d like to watch? We can play a game or something if you like. I’m sorry, I don’t know much of what to say, but I don’t like seeing you upset like this.” his warm hand rested on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your skin. You sat up straighter. 

“Just go ahead and get me some cranberry juice or something... I’m not too hungry...” you replied quietly, standing to make way for the tv. Your eyes scanned over the realm of movies he had in place for nights when the two of you had nothing better to do. Romantic Comedy, Horror, Thriller, Adventure, and not to mention the movies and shows he had on the platforms installed in the tv. You heard him shuffling around in the kitchen, pouring glasses of what was probably your cranberry juice. A few cabinets opened and closed which meant some food would be made as well. You hadn’t been hungry, but Chrollo would insist that you ate something.

He came back, setting down a steaming bowl of something you assumed to be a soup he made for you when you came over. A thin, dark purple liquid filled a glass next to the bowl. Chrollo sat down on the end of the couch, leaning back. You slipped a movie in to watch for the time being and turned to him.

“Come here.” he spoke gently, patting his lap. You smiled and followed the little command. You set yourself up against his chest in his lap, taking the cranberry juice to your lips while Chrollo pulled a blanket from the back of the couch to cover you with. You didn’t really pay attention to what you had put in, but you enjoyed it. Seemed to be a mix of horror and comedy that made the two of you laugh. Chrollo didn’t say much, but you found yourself yelling at characters who made dumb decisions and laughing when you had been right.

“I swear they’re dumb...” you shook your head, Chrollo chuckling next to you. He held on of his hands on the small of your back, moving in circles every now and then. The other rested on your thigh near your knee for extra comfort as well as to hold you closer to him. You had felt a lot better now. You nearly forgot about your mom at this point and didn’t really want to bother thinking about her.

“Okay, I’m bored now, we should listen to music or something.” the suggestion was abruptly made immediately after the movie had finished. Even Chrollo gave you a surprised look.

“Oh? What do you want to listen to?” he scrolled through his phone to look for a playlist. You peeked over and eventually took the phone right out of his hands, picking out the playlist labeled with your name to see if he had added anything new. He had, but there was one song you really wanted to listen to. It had been your favorite for a long time and when you first found out that Chrollo had added it onto his phone, you had been beaming about it for days.

You connected his phone to the tv to let the surround sound speakers in his living room blast the music back to you. You turned your body to face Chrollo while still sitting in his lap. Your body naturally started bouncing to the rhythm. Your head bobbed with the beat, your lips moved in sync with the lyrics, and your hands danced around his chest. Chrollo simply watched you, admiring your every move as you danced and laughed on his lap. A smile played on his lips. Eventually, he found himself moving along too. His head lolling around lazily to the beat with your stronger movements.

Your fingertips played along his chest, poking and prodding when certain words came up. You sang loud and ugly but you didn’t care for the time being, instead singing louder. Chrollo fake cringed at your bad singing and you scoffed teasingly, hitting his chest while he chuckled again.

“You seem to be in a better mood.” he commented, trying to be louder over the music. You just gave him a smile.

“I am~ and it’s all because of you.” you grabbed him by the chin and gave him a light peck on his soft lips. His brows furrowed.

“I don’t think it was me in all, wouldn’t you say? I made you dinner but that was it, you did the music and the movie by yourself dear.” Chrollo always gave you credit for good things, and you appreciated it endlessly. A blush painted your cheeks, but you weren’t embarrassed. Instead, you gave him another peck on the cheek and nuzzled your face in his neck.

“Thank you for trying though, I appreciate it more than you know...” the words came suddenly before you could even think about them. A jolt against your body and a grunt indicated Chrollo’s surprise at those words. It wasn’t like this was the first time you’d said something like this to him. In fact, you told him these things all the time, yet he always seemed not to expect it. His large hand rested on your back, rubbing lovingly.

“Anytime love.” 

[themilky-way]

paris {s.r}

gif credit: sincerelycalum on tumblr

pairing: spencer reid x female! reader

summary: while working on a case in paris, you and spencer realize that there may be more to your friendship than you think. how long until the city of love casts a spell on you? based on this song.

warnings: none i think it’s just fluff  (like everything I write lol)

author’s note:  this long af bc this was supposed to be a series and this would’ve been the second part but the first one i posted didn’t do well lmao. so instead, just enjoy this one shot and maybe i’ll post the first one again if u guys want but idk. also we a lil bold in this fic bc we love confident queens

grabbing your go bag and cell phone from the charging port, you quickly made your way to the jet that was already waiting for departure. the team was ready to make their way to paris, france on a case for a serial killer that migrated from california. it had been difficult for everyone, considering the unsub wasn’t leaving much evidence. 

despite it being for work, you and the team were excited to explore one of the most beautiful cities in the world. if you thought about it, it was kind of like killing two birds with one stone: the opportunity to finally catch a gruesome killer and a vacation. morgan was practically shaking with anticipation as he kept getting up from his seat and bothering garcia every five minutes and then going back. 

“just think about it, baby, all the smokin’ hot people we’re gonna meet. I mean, it’s called the “city of love” for a reason!” derek rambled to penelope as she typed away rapidly on her computer. 

“this isn’t a vacation, sugar, but yes I’m aware of all the potential babes we might encounter. and for that, I prepared another bag,” she giggled as derek started to laugh along with her. he raised his hand to high five her and she lifted hers too, lightly patting it. 

“oh you’re bad bad aren’t you,” he laughed, and they both continued to talk too rapidly for the others to understand. meanwhile, you had grabbed your seat next to emily and right across from you was spencer. you and emily were talking about god knows what, the range going from guessing the types of desserts paris had to perhaps renting a motorcycle for your stay. the banter between the both of you was endless, and you even started watching a french movie to get some pointers on the language. 

between the jokes and wondering remarks, you didn’t really notice that spencer was observing you the whole time. sure, he could play it off as if he were judging both of his coworkers for their lack of knowledge on french culture and linguistics, but he wasn’t really doing that, was he? no, in fact, he was watching you in such depth, the way he’d look at the pages of a book, and taking in every aspect that you had to present. he was, in the most simplest way it can be described as, mesmerized.

the day spencer realized that he looked at you this way shocked him. to be completely honest, it scared the hell out of him. he never pictured you as anything more than a friend, and he always thought you were too relaxed for a job like this. he told himself that he’d leave the matter alone, that their would be no thinking or second-guessing of any kind. but the second he’d lay his eyes on you, it’s like the rules he made up never quite existed. however, the more he looked back on it, there was one question that urged this matter forward: am I gonna find out why?

he shook out of his deep concentration to look up at the voice that was now speaking to him. his eyes focused again and he stared at you confused.

“reid, you okay? you’re spacing out on me, buddy,” you said, head turned slightly from the position you were seated in. you had shifted in your seat to face emily, your left leg bent on the cushion and your right giving you stability on the ground. 

“sorry, I was busy thinking.”

“well, try not to use that big ol’ brain of yours too much yet, we’re gonna need it when we land,” you said, giving him a small wink. he gave you a small smile while a tiny smear of rose-colored blush crept its way onto his cheeks. it was a friendly gesture; everyone on the team did it so you thought, “why the hell not?”

reid opted to read a little bit while on the plane so that he could get in some new interrogating tactics for when they met the unsub. you and emily continued to watch french movies and spot all of the hot actors and actresses you thought would be fake, penny and morgan, well they were on a whole different level of fun. the only ones quiet and doing some work was hotch, jj, and rossi. 

the plane slowly began to descend, butterflies erupting in your stomach from the fall, before the captain announced, “we are now ready to descend and are getting ready for arrival.”

when the captain finished, hotch began, “alright, listen up, team. the location of this case was by chance and we shouldn’t get distracted by anything or anyone. do your job quickly and efficiently as you’ve always had.” he spoke sternly, his shoulders were straight and his face emotionless and heavy with sleep. to any other person, hotch would be a zombie who helped solve murder cases, but to the bau team, he was their leader and they admired him. 

“oh, come on, hotch! if we work extra hard these few days and have enough time by the end of the wee-” you began before getting cut off. 

“yes, we can stay a while and explore the city. the unsub and the evidence altogether looks promising, so hopefully we can wrap it up quick. but don’t stray from your path in the meantime.”

everybody nodded and “yes, sir’d” before standing up and grabbing their luggage from the compartments at the top of their seats. everyone walked out in pairs and headed for the taxi cars that were waiting for them. you took emily, morgan took reid, jj and penelope partnered up, and of of course rossi and hotchner stuck together. at different paces, the team agreed at a nearby hotel closest to the paris police department that had called them. getting your bags in the car, along with the rest of the girls’, you made your way to the hotel to check in and drop your luggage off.

at first glance, it looked like a simple building; a cream color adorning the walls and some very intricate, sophisticated street lamps aligned on the perimeter of the parking entrance. before entering, there was a sort of roundabout you had to pass in order to reach to valet parking, and in the center of the roundabout, was a water fountain. it was simple, yes, but to parisians only. to outsiders, like the bau, it was already quite elegant. the ladies, including you, pitched in a little to pay for the ride and once you got out, there was a young man who offered to take your bags inside. 

“avez-vous besoin d'aide, madame?” the boy said. all of you looked at each other a little confused because even though you thought it might’ve helped, watching french movies for nine hours with emily wasn’t doing it. 

“he’s asking if you need help with these. here,” penny clarified before putting her tiny hello kitty handbag in yours, “let me handle it.”

she walked up to the somewhat tall boy, looked him over once, and said in the thickest french accent there was, “oui je fais mon doux muffin merci beaucoup.” she did a tiny hair flip to her blonde curls and came back to where the rest of you were standing.

“penny, uh, what exactly did you tell that boy?” emily said, stifling down a small giggle.

“nothing, i just said “yes” that I needed help and “thank you very much.”

“no, no, the other part. there must’ve been another part to it. tell us!” jj said, grabbing penelope by the shoulders and shaking them lightly. 

“what other part?”

“the one where you made a boy dressed in victorian era clothing blush like a maniac over some luggage,” you laughed. to this, garcia started to laugh too and then even harder. you and the rest of the girls had puzzled grins on their faces, but the inkling of seeing your friend laugh so hard was reaching your guys’ throats too. 

when she finally caught a breath to speak, she said, “I called him my sweet muffin!” at this, you and the girls broke into heaves of laughter, and couldn’t stop. you and jj had to bend down and place a hand on your stomachs’ to stop them from hurting a little. after a while, there was no words just the intake of small breaths and exhaling them out for control. when the fun comedy was over, you guys followed the boy and his friend inside the hotel lobby. `you took turns registering, and when you were all done, you saw that the rest of the team had beat you to it. they were sitting down in a cushion area near the front desk and were waiting for you guys. 

“okay, now that the rooms are ready, you all can pick a partner to dorm with. it doesn’t really matter, but just choose wisely. I know some people get too crazy when they’re together,” hotch announced, flashing a look at you and garcia before handing out keys. you and emily teamed up per usual, and the rest pairing up in the same order they had been in before. once everyone was ready, you started to make your way up to your rooms while making small chatter with the rest of the gang. emily inserted the key into the lock of the door, and as soon she opened the door, your eyes’ were met with the most delicate and luxurious room you both have ever encountered. 

on either side of the room were two king sized beds with victorian style bed sheets; the design on them were floral, the pastel shades of the roses tracing the outline of the bed beautifully. the ends of the sheets were long, but shabby, which added a nice, elegant, and almost romantic feel to it. 

in the middle of the two beds was a small isle that allowed one person to walk on it at a time. at the end of it, was the entrance to the balcony, which gave view to the famed Eiffel Tower. the small cities, parks, and lakes, that made up the ground portion of the tower were now completely lit up, giving way to an entire new feeling for you. you set your bags on the bed, pushing the cushion down with your hand to feel the softness of it, and made way to the balcony.

“i’ll be right out here, em, if you need me,” you said, waiting for the small “yup” that came from her before proceeding. as soon as your leg crossed the small threshold to the other side, the fresh, cool breeze of the night flooded your senses. you smiled and took in the emotion it gave you, fully crossing over to stand against the railing now. you took in the sights first. the trees that shaped the parks swiveled against the current of the wind, couples of all ages walking hand in hand, admiring how the moon and the stars matched so well to their love. the lights of the tower gleaming brightly and almost seemingly looking at you, as if they asked you, “don’t you realize, (y/n)? don’t you pay attention?” 

paris, and everything it was offering you at that moment, put you through a trance. one where you began to actually speak to the lights, the very same ones that millions of others had fallen in love under. “realize what? I do pay attention, i always have, but what is it I need to notice?”

you kept staring and looking around, if the lights actually were talking to you and this wasn’t a dream, and that you weren’t crazy. you looked around the balcony and walked on it to spy a tiny clue your instincts informed you about. soon enough, you noticed that the balcony was shared by the room next door. you placed your right hand on the rail to kneel down a bit and see if you could figure out who the room belonged to.  

“maybe it’s penny, oh god please be penny. i’m not in the mood to see rossi in scooby-doo underpants...” you whispered fairly. just when you saw a dainty silhouette about to exit the restroom, you turned around to your end of the balcony. 

“(y/n)? are you spying on- (y/n), we’ve been here one hour! our hot, paris boyfriends can wait until we catch the unsub,” emily, whose head was the only part of her body on the outside of the balcony, whispered. “come on, get changed into some comfy clothes. we can take a look at the victimology together.”

standing up, you made one quick glance at the room and the figure was already gone and so was the light. thanks for that, eiffel tower lights, you thought. you crossed to you room again and took a shower before arranging your clothes according to the days of your stay. you put your pajamas on and climbed onto one side of emily’s bed to wait for her to come out of the restroom, since you guys took turns brushing your teeth. 

after about a half and hour of rearranging victimology statements and connecting photos from the crime scene, the both of you were ready to go to sleep. emily turned off her lights and you took one last glance at the view before doing the same. 

and then you heard footsteps on your balcony. 

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“you guys think I can woo a french girl tonight?”

“honey, with those shoes? not a chance,” garcia pointed out. morgan made a pout at her response and then acted as if he was offended. the team laughed and then raised their glass in unison and took a sip. the case, overall, went well. you guys managed to catch the unsub in an isolated tunnel and brought him over to the parisian authorities. you and jj had taken the only victim left alive to the station to make one final statement to the news. the rest of bodies were given proper burial and the families were finally given closure. 

because the team had performed beyond excellent, and there were still a few days left before your departure, the team opted on celebrating on a night out. currently, you and your friends were seated around a small circular table inside a local bar, chatting away at whatever came to mind. 

you chose to only drink mineral water, mostly because you knew that you were technically still at work and you didn’t want to risk being drunk in case of an emergency. reid, in a similar manner, chose a glass of soda to toast with. but while doing so, he found himself looking at you in the same way he did on the plane. he hadn’t been able to take in your features that night, but as everyone was so deeply distracted, he began to notice everything. 

he looked over your outfit for tonight, a red, plaid mini skirt with a black turtleneck. the shirt itself was fitted to your body and allowed your angles and curves to be accentuated perfectly. the skirt permitted your legs to be highlighted in a decent, and elegant manner. your hair was loose tonight, and with every breeze that made its way through the bar windows, it caused small strands to caress your face lightly and some to stick to your lip gloss. the heels, oh god, the heels. it drove him crazy; the delicate way in which they clicked when you walked on the concrete, how they would sometimes cause you discomfort and force you to stop and fix it,  how your gentle hand had grasp his shoulder for balance or else you’d fall. 

everything about you tonight was immaculate. no matter how hard he forced himself to look away from you, to stop thinking of you in any other way than a coworker, and to just drink his soda which was becoming less carbonated with every passing second, he just couldn’t. and it was scaring the hell out of him. 

you on the other hand, were still trying to decipher what the tower lights had asked you. what was there to realize? you were here, in paris, the city where millions of people fall in love, to fight a serial killer. the chances of you finding love, especially on a balcony where you had spied on a stranger, were slim. 

by the time you finished your thought process, you noticed that hotch was looking at you with a puzzled expression. 

“everything alright, (y/n)?” he softly asked you. 

“yes, sir, just thinking. is it okay if I head back to my hotel?”

“yes, of course, you might even catch reid on the way there. he left a couple of minutes ago.”

“thank you, sir. good night,” you spoke and got up from your chair, adjusting your skirt as you did so. huh, he left? weird, you thought. you left a tip for the waiter and bid farewell to the rest of your companions before grabbing your coat and clutch and exiting the bar. 

it was rather close to your hotel, so within a few minutes you had reached your dorm and set your things down. sitting down on the edge of the bed, you bent over slightly to unlatch your heels and slip them off your feet. you set them aside and you laid on your back for a few minutes. the only light in your room was the bathroom’s as you didn’t like strong lights shining during the night, so these dimmed ones would do. 

you closed your eyes for a little while and just let the sounds of the city flow through you. you had one opportunity to experience paris, and you weren’t gonna take it for granted. for a while, only your small inhales and exhales of breath were audible, the aura of the room peaceful. 

it wasn’t until you heard footsteps, the very same ones from that other night, on your balcony. your eyes flew open and you pushed your body upward to look back at your window. this is my shot, my chance, you thought. could it be a super old man who was here on vacation? yes. could it rossi, who might’ve gotten the dorm next to yours? maybe. were the possibilities of who the hell was on your balcony in a parisian hotel endless? again, yes. 

but you had to see for yourself, figure out what exactly the universe, paris, was telling you. so you got up from your bed and creeped quietly to the window and slid it up. you crossed the threshold, and even though your light was limited, you were able to make out a tall, thin figure. you inched a little closer, hands crossed over your chest to appear somewhat like a normal human. you wouldn’t have figured it out until he spoke. 

“(y/n)?”

his voice sent shivers down every inch of your body, and no, it wasn’t the cold air of the city, it was him. it was spencer. it caught you by surprise, the feeling his voice gave you, but you tried to play it off. he never made you feel this way, why now? 

“(y/n)? you okay?” he spoke again. this time you lightly shook your head and walked closer to where he was standing so you could lean on the railing now. his body followed yours, and now you were able to make out the perpexled look on his eyes. 

“hi, yeah, I’m good. just didn’t expect to find you here, that’s all,” you spoke quietly, unsure of yourself. he noticed, obviously he noticed, it’s spencer. 

“yeah, same here. I heard footsteps the other night here but I had just taken a shower so I didn’t come out until later.” you glanced up at him when you realized that he was the figure that was in the restroom you’d seen. the one you had spied on and probably would’ve seen naked if emily hadn’t interrupted. a tiny blush made its way onto your cheeks, and you were quite thankful the dark covered the rosy color a little. 

but spencer wasn’t dumb, much less stupid, and if he noticed every little detail about you tonight, he saw how you became around him. and god, he sure did like it. “oh, well that’s good, i guess,” was all you could mutter. so you turned your body now to face the tower, elbows on the railing and hands folded together. he saw the shift in stance and he followed, so now you were both side by side and looking at a view that somehow resembled your emotions for one another. 

“hey spence?”

“yeah?”

“have you ever fallen in love?”

his voice hitched a little and he felt his throat tighten. he let out a small cough to mask the impact of your question, but he found the strength in his voice to retort.

“what makes you ask?”

“no, no reason, i was just curious, ya know. being in paris and all,” you answered. you began to feel intrusive for asking such a personal question, but it had seemed easy for you to do so because of your friendship. you were looking at him as you replied, but then looked back towards the view again. the both of you stood in silence for a couple minutes, your guilt seeping in more at this point. 

“only once. it didn’t end well for the both of us,” he broke the silence. you turned your head to look at him, and you were about to open your mouth to say something when he spoke again. 

“but it happened a long time ago. i don’t think about her anymore.”

you straightened up a little and you continued to face him, prying a little deeper than you should be. “so who do you think about now?”

he glanced at you, his face quickly returning back to the nature displayed in front of him and then looked back to you. a small grin began tugging at his lips, as if he meant to ask, “is this your way of playing with me?”

you gazed up at him and took this sudden swerve of confidence to glance at his lips, and then back up to him, your own smile forming. 

“she’s standing on a balcony with me in paris.” 

[dolansmith]

CEO Pt. Two~ Grayson Dolan

A/N: I took too long to upload this and this isn’t even long enough to compensate for that lol oops. But I hope yall like it anyway c: Let me know what you think! (Next part will be longer I sweeeeaaarr)

Summary: YN is an aloof businesswoman that meets her match in the hopeless romantic that is Grayson Dolan.

Warnings: mentions of sex, fluff, angst towards the end

Word Count: 2,204

And if you haven’t read part one, here it is

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The night consisted of a lot of hot sex, and a lot of laughing.

But despite that, the next morning, Y/N awoke to an empty bed. She wanted to be unsurprised. She even wanted to not care, but for some reason she did care. Sex with Grayson was some of the best she’d ever had—not that she’d ever get the chance to tell him so. 

After talking a bit more about the project he wanted to start with Ethan, his twin brother, they drank some more and then started where they left off at the car. They both got oversensitive from how much they’d fucked, Y/N’s pussy tingled at the thought of it.

She sighed disappointedly before making her way to the bathroom to shower and get ready for her day. After having done her hair and makeup to her liking she entered the kitchen, surprised to see Grayson lying on her sofa. Her eyebrows shot up as she watched him snore. How did I miss that sound when I woke up? She thought to herself. 

Y/N shrugged before making her way to the kitchen, making a breakfast shake and some toast. After placing the two smoothies, and a large plate of avocado toast on the coffee table, she turned the tv on loudly, taking a quick bite of her toast, sitting back and watching as Grayson sat up, startled by the loud music from whatever show she’d chosen off of Netflix.

Grayson looked around the room in a confused state before his eyes landed on a smirking Y/N. She turned the tv to a normal volume and gestured towards the food. “Made you breakfast as a thank you.” Grayson’s eyebrows shot up at the gesture, his chest warming at how kind it was. She wasn’t as cold as she made herself out to be. “A thank you? Also, is that smoothie dairy free?” He asked sheepishly.

She looked at him strangely, “No, it’s almond milk—the only dairy consumed in this household is cheese. I didn’t think that’d compliment the fruits very well, though, but if you want some—“

Grayson pecked her lips, effectively cutting her sarcasm off, “This was really nice of you…ma.”

For the first time, in what felt like maybe ever, Y/N blushed. Grayson noticed, but didn’t comment, he simply smiled triumphantly. “Why’d you sleep on the couch?” She asked, sipping on her smoothie. Grayson shrugged, “something told me you weren’t the type to cuddle.” He wanted to seem nonchalant, but his heart couldn’t help but stutter at the thought that maybe she wanted him to cuddle her.

“I’m not.” Or not, he thought.

“Then good thing I didn’t stay in your bed then, huh?” Grayson mocked her, a smirk finding its way onto his face despite the slight disappointment he felt. Y/N made a face, nodding a bit, continuing her breakfast. They watched the show in a comfortable silence, finishing their respective meals. Once they did, Y/N watched as Grayson gathered their dishes and made his way to the kitchen to wash them. She followed suit, sitting on the countertop by the sink as he cleaned up.

“Thank you,” she muttered as he finished. He leaned his hip against the sink, facing her, his signature goofy smile on his face as he said, “You made breakfast, it was only right. About last night—“

“I’d like to do it again, if you’re interested,” she stated. No use in beating around the bush, not when she wanted something. Grayson’s eyebrows shot up, his heart racing as he moved to stand between her legs. He placed his large hands on her thighs, “I think something could be arranged,” he muttered. Grayson softly rubbed up her thigh, his thumbs only an inch from her core, before he pushed them back down to her knees, rubbing circles into them, a smirk on his face.

He leaned in closely, his breath tickling her neck before he began to place small, fluttering kisses on it. Y/N chuckled as he made his way down, making Grayson’s heart skip a beat as he continued kissing down her chest and breasts through the fabric of her shirt, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. Her laughter stopped when he pressed his lips to her hastily; his tongue swiping against her bottom lip for the entrance she decided against, pushing him backwards instead. Grayson groaned as the pretty, red painted smirk he knew he’d grow to be very fond of, took its rightful place on Y/N’s face as she said, “Not quite yet.”

Those three words ignited a flame that neither of the two would quite know how to extinguish. They met up almost everyday for three months, creating an unspoken, but strict, routine: on Sundays, Grayson helped Y/N film and edit her videos. He’d sleep over on Saturday nights. Most of those Saturdays consisted of Thai takeout and a movie followed by long makeout sessions and sometimes fast and rough sex, sometimes it’d be a nightlong 50 Shades ordeal, and sometimes they wouldn’t have sex at all—they’d just hold each other and talk, something neither of them could bring themselves to do with anyone else. The next morning Y/N would make breakfast while Grayson set up her equipment. At some point, he became her unofficial cameraman and would spend the evening helping her edit.

During work on weekdays, they’d spend hours on FaceTime. Helping each other through the lull that paperwork brought, and Grayson especially loved when Y/N began a new project and took him into meetings. Her eyes would sparkle as she ran through ideas with her team, her phone propped up so he could see her, and she always kept at least one AirPod in so he could hear her too. She had to learn how to acknowledge Grayson’s commentary while staying as professional as possible; she spent a long time earning the respect she had, she wouldn’t want to damage that.

A couple time’s a month, Y/N returned the weekly favor Grayson did on Sundays and would help the Dolan twins with their videos. She’d help them film sometimes when they needed more than one cameraman, and she’d helped them plan a few videos as well. They’d truly become best friends; Y/N knew Grayson almost as well as his own twin did and Grayson knew her better than anyone else did.

To Y/N, it was all perfect. She had someone she could call her best friend: someone who could make her laugh until she wheezed, make her scream in orgasm, someone who knew her Thai order without asking, and bought her tampons and groceries whenever he was able to—their dynamic was perfect. There was no drama, no distraction from work, no—

“I think we should stop,” Grayson said one Saturday at Y/N’s door. He’d gotten there a lot earlier than he usually did, but Y/N had a tendency to wear lingerie as loungewear so she was never not ready to be taken by him. He’d knocked so loudly, she imagined the scenario going very differently as she was already untying the red silk robe while opening the door. Her manicured fingers fell from the robe as he spoke.

While their friendship and all its factors meant more than a great deal to Y/N, Grayson was beginning to see that there was no future in what they were doing. No matter how close they became, no matter how happy they were, no matter how familiar they’d become to each other…Y/N was never going to see him as more than a friend. He’d come to terms with this reality. This didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt him, but it did mean that he’d asked a girl he’d met, and had a rather lengthy conversation with at a coffee shop that morning, out on a date. He liked Nancy enough. She was kind and soft-spoken. She reminded Grayson of sunshine, except on legs. He knew that if they were to go out, it was more than likely that he’d fall in love with her.

But she wasn’t anything like the fiery, intimidating, and blunt woman he’d grown to love. He wasn’t sure that anyone like Y/N existed, he highly doubted it—but at the very least she’d stay his friend.

“Stop what, baby boy?” Y/N asked as she furrowed her brows, not bothering to cover herself back up, her red lacy bra and underwear on full display as she left the door open for him to walk through. She took a seat on her couch and patted the space next to her, concern in her eyes. He seemed nervous and reluctant. She knew what he meant, but she didn’t understand where it’d come from. They were fine last night before he left to go back home to hang out with Ethan, what had happened in less than 24 hours that would have him wanting to leave her?

What did I do wrong? She asked herself, suddenly wanting to kick him out so she’d be in control of the situation. So maybe the sting of losing someone she’d become so close to wouldn’t hurt as much.

Grayson ignored the stirring in his pants at both the sight of her and the pet name. He’d never been one to be submissive, or enjoy it at the very least, but having Y/N dom him, made him change his mind. Judging by the color she was wearing, that’s what he would’ve been in for had he not said anything. He wanted to take it back as he took her in, his mind briefly imagining her tying him up and making him beg for her—but he pushed the thoughts down. He needed to move on.

“Stop the sex part of our relationship.” He clarified. There was a brief pause before he continued, “I met someone.” He was hoping to elicit some type of reaction. A part of him, the selfish part, hoped that she would realize his feelings if she felt him slipping away. That if she watched him begin to fall for someone else, that it’d change her mind about relationships, about commitment.

Grayson’s life wasn’t like the romcoms he binged with Y/N on Saturday nights, though. He’d always found it ironic that romantic comedies were her favorite, when commitment was something she couldn’t fathom. He was disappointed when a wide smile, one he didn’t think he’d ever seen before, made its way onto her face, “Really? That’s great, Gray! Tell me about her?”

It took him a moment to gather his disappointed pieces and shove them in a box but once he did, he told her about Nancy.

The pair sat together on the couch, discussing Grayson’s potential love interest, both doing their best to ignore the tension it brought between them as they both figured it was a figment of their own imaginations. Y/N didn’t want to let what they had go; she knew a relationship would take him away from her in big ways—not just sexual but also their weekend routines, or even just hanging out in general. He’d met someone, though. She knew what that meant to him because he wasn’t like her. He wanted a family one day. She wasn’t the person to give that to him. And the way he described Nancy? He described her as some kind of goddess living amongst them, and it was something she could never amount to even in her wildest dreams. Even if she was the ‘settle-down-start-a-family’ type, he wouldn’t love her. She was too much of the opposite of what he wanted.

What felt like hours later, but was really only half of one, Grayson checked his watch to see he had to get going or else he’d be late for the date. “She’s gonna love you,. Who wouldn’t?” Y/N smiled, fixing his hair a bit after walking him back to her front door. She knew she was doing the right thing, letting him go. It didn’t hurt her any less, though. Grayson’s eyes softened, silently begging her to ask him to stay.

But Grayson knew his best friend better than anyone. She either wouldn’t notice his silent pleas, or she’d ignore them. So instead of making any other embarrassing attempts to get her to ask him to cancel the date, he kissed her forehead swiftly and grinned, “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

She nodded, closing the door behind him. Y/N slid down her door, ignoring the startled feeling the cold tiles brought as they met her warm, exposed skin. She brought her knees up under her chin and tried to calm her breathing as her chest began to ache and tearless sobs racked her body. She didn’t want to cry, but the second the thought of Grayson no longer being in her life crossed her mind, the tears fell freely.

If he didn’t stick around for the sex, it was only a matter of time before the friendship aspect of their relationship deteriorated too.

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[pixie-skull]

AU Borhap # 6: Cute Moment on a Date

Before I go, yes I am going to attempt to make this open to anyone, but this creator wants more LGBTQ+ AUs, so this one just if you and x character went and the character’s thoughts. Please share your thoughts if this good or not in my ask box? :D Here are the rules too.

Another thing, this fandom includes real-life people and out of respect I do not condone anyone going to the listed and bother them, they may be celebrities, but are people too. :]

Inspired by this post and this one disclaimer, this mainly romantic fluff, but I am fine if this either read romantic or borderline sexual. I am also, curious who still making one-shots on this cast of celebrities or the Band Queen itself? I have cute ideas and want to request them. O.O Shout out to @impossiblepeggy​ I hope this adds good vibes to your day. :D

ONE MORE THING DEAR READER! =D 1st + 2nd + 3rd + 4th + 5th

Rami Malek: (loosely inspired by a dream I had, yes he comforted my overwhelmed/overstimulated self XD )

Rami tends to be quiet, yet he loves to do things that make those little butterflies take flight. This time he and you went to an open mic and you were getting a headache by so many stimuli. At the point during someone’s act, you sat down and he sat down next to you. You tried to keep it yourself the sounds and spotlights were too much. At a point one, he leaned over to check on you and notice you rubbing your eyelids and whispered with a hint of concern, but teasing, 

“Hey Y/N are you alright?” you nod yet additionally says “I heard a solution for overstimulation is to kiss the sense that is overwhelmed, so in this case your eyelids?” and this makes you drop your hands and face this green eye gent.

“Oh is that so?” and now seeing you teasing him, a smirk grew across his mouth.

“Yes, may I try?” he asks and you want to respond and you close your eyelids and feel a gentle peck upon each lid. Only there was a moment of stillness after the last one was kissed. You peek an eye open and see him staring at you and his aura screamed for such silence his attraction. Leaning forward, to only be muttered rudely the person directly behind him;

“Excuse you, can we please watch Bri*or is that too much!?” and already overwhelmed, you rush out, sure a few more annoying grunts, but being overwhelmed never fun. Little did you know he followed and you turned around and trying to act fine, you see those emerald eyes widen more than usual in concern.

“Rami, you can go back, I am fine, I just needed to clear my mind” and turning around, you face the hallway wall. Only you heard faint footsteps and turn to see him have this soft smile. “What?”

“Now tell me why I would have any more fun without my significant other?” and when thinking, and rubbing your temples in thought going back and what to say, he leaned over to kiss your eyelids again. That gentle pressure and eventually arms around you, make your thoughts melt away. You open both eyes now and see him having his eyelids close, now you kiss each lid of his. Eventually, he opens those dark eyes and that tiny grin sneaks up again, yet this time you lean to kiss your partner.

*= I am not sure, but I dream Bri Larson doing stand up comedy. XD

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Joseph Mazzello: (I like few sports, baseball one of them)

You two went to a baseball game, Joe’s idea though. Funny enough being at the game, just you two focusing on the game, seemed not that much of a difference of cuddling and maybe letting him flipping to the baseball channel, just to see the score. However, today was extra cute, besides more of date due more affectionate to an extent, the weather had other plans. The day was already cold and windy, yet sharing a huge blanket and attempts to warm up, seemed not too odd. Joe though gave you more of the blanket, seeing he would hop up like the little joey he is, and cheer on the team when a good hit was made, sing to “Take me out to Ball Game”, and more, even get you food. However, by the eighth innings, you see it start to drizzle. Eventually, this little rain became a downpour and Joe gave you his sports jersey, even his favorite hat (if wearing one, he just puts on top of yours), and more to keep you warm. Luckily the team you two wanted to win won but at this point, your blanket became like you soaked and cold. However, poor Joseph was shrieving for all the layers he gave to you, even if you said no, he did not care, he wanted you warm. When heading to the parking lot and driving back to his place to drop him off.

“Joe-Joe, you are chattering away with how cold you are!?” You exclaim.

“I amm fiinnneeee Y/N” he mutters, luckily you put the heater on full blast and you see already happier results.

“Joe, are you sure you want me to stay the night? It is just rain” you ask.

“Y/N I insist, this rain makes the roads more slick and dangerous, and I do not want you in danger” and you jokingly sigh. “I mean it plleeeaaaassssseeeeee stay” he playfully yet also seriously whimpers.

“Okay, but I am making us warm drinks” and you can tell he felt happier knowing the plan of your stayover, made the little pink his cold cheeks warm up. 

Finally, all settled in and both in two blankets of own, to keep warm, are putting away the mugs. When placing them away you hear him shuffling behind you.

“Y/N follow me please” and you nod and laugh a bit to see his dinosaur socks as he walks you to the guest room. He pats you sit next to him and he holds you close and whispers “Y/N can you please be the big spoon tonight?” and you smile and lean over and he cuddling in close your arms, while he also kisses your forehead, but before turning his head you whisper back a similar tone,

“Joe can I kiss you to warm you?” and he looks at you and mouths ‘yes’ and you do tiny pecks until he all cozy in your arms.

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Gwilym Lee: (sorry is shorter than the other two)

Your two’s date is cut off for a sudden reshooting a few of Gwilym’s scenes. So when waiting for him, you decide to order a pickup of your two’s favorite couple meal. He comes back to your place earlier than expected and you stand like a deer in high beams or shocked and unable to react.

“Y/N is that *meal* with extra *side*?” You nod and just see his questioning look melt to a grateful smile. “Awww I feel bad you did this and I been so busy” and you now smile back at him.

“Gwilym, it is alright, comes on you big teddy bear, let’s eat”. After a nice meal he offers to take you home and when driving you notice he took a different route. Eventually, he took you to your favorite little park and both enjoy the empty place. If pushing the other on the swings, going down the slides the fastest, or just climbing the monkey bars, which he was too tall for. At one point when back on the swing, you asked him to push you again, but this time he did less huge pushes, and when about to ask what is up, he just looked down to you, and you got up, and both kissed.

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Ben Hardy:

One type of date you and Ben both enjoy is acting like strangers and flirting to each other. This time you two were by the gym and you acted like you just came from the library and he sees you reading after a few lifts and leg exercises.

“Hmm, if I knew there be a book section I would also exercise my mind, as you seem to be doing” he smirked and you raise an eyebrow.

“Well with that lack of exercise, I am surprised you can talk sentences?” and he made a fake gasp.

“Uncalled for, I was just complimenting you? Is that too much to be nice to strangers?” and even some people were staring now and you laughed and the sense of being watched clearly he enjoyed. “Okay, let me start over?” and you fake chuckle.

“Okay?”

“Hi, that book I heard is amazing and I am Ben by the way,” he said waving and now you just laugh and he ends up laughing too.

“So shaking hands not your thing?”

“Oh I can shake, I just thought sweat and books do not work well?”

“I mean I know what is like a book and needs to be open, that sweat can be useful in” and at this point, you were giggling at how dumb this becoming. He keeps his smirk though and even licks lower lip.

“Oh? What is that?” and you get up and whisper yet loud enough some can turn.

“Maybe that mouth of yours” and you both trace the arms of the other and eventually neck to face. At the point he even lost his act and laughed, he picked up his things, yet with your hand in the other. When out of the gym by his car you two kiss.

“Well Y/N that was umm” and he just looked at you to see you laughing still, his criticism stopped, and he just kissed you more.

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Lucy Boynton:

You both went to a mini local community art like a festival. Not quite like a fair, but something where arts can still paintings, homemade jewelry, and even people selling their own wine. You two took a few sips, well, maybe enough to get you bit tipsy. Again homemade wine sometimes not always perfected and you felt bad for Lucy to see her not like the drinks, so in attempts to show off to your girlfriend, you drank instead toss; plus it made the sellers feel better. Luckily you were not too tipsy, but you did compliment her more and she giggled as you explain how beautiful she is in various ways. After a little more walking, she bought you two food and help absorb the alcohol.

“Y/N You are so adorable, but please do not again” Lucy smiles brightly and you nod understanding. “I just hope you know too, if you are getting tired, we can head back” her sweet voice singing to your ear.

“Lucy, I did see one thing I want us to get?” you spoke after finishing your lunch and leaned in smiling and you both kiss gently.

“And what is that Y/N?” she said after her soft lips parted yours.

“Would it be cheesy to say I want it to be a surprise?” you asked and she shook her hair, making her lovely hair bounce.

“No, not all, just lead the way Y/N” and she stands up from the small table, you take her hand, and head near where you started. At last, you found it and she even let out a small giggle. “Huh, caricatures?” as she asked you paid and you both sat down. As you both talked a bit to the artist, while posing, you got lost in her eyes and hands, you squeezed her hands loving. She squeezed back and held fix eyes and when the artist implied done, you moved your hands up, as she held your face too, to kiss.

[lapofthemusicgods]

I’m Going Slightly Mad - Chapter 3

Ben HardyXJoe Mazzello slow burn, also starring ultimate friendship goals! Cross-posted on AO3 (sn: ahopper84)

Ever since filming BoRhap together, Gwilym, Rami, Ben, and Joe have remained the closest of friends. One night someone makes a suggestion that’s totally insane, and yet makes complete sense.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! But here’s chapter 3... I apologize in advance, this story is going to be the SLOWEST of burns!

Read the rest here: Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

@guitarplayingastrophysicist lmk if you wanna be tagged!

Chapter 3

Joe meandered around his house, searching for any last-minute clutter that needed picking up. When he was satisfied the common areas were as clean as they were going to be, he took a seat on the couch and flipped channels. He’d just gotten to the two-hundreds when his doorbell rang, and he jumped up to answer it.

“Rami!” He pulled his friend into a tight hug, which the other returned. “Come on in, man, how was your flight?”

“Not bad. It’s great to see you; been too long.” Rami followed Joe into the living room, pulling his wheeled suitcase behind him. “How’ve you been?”

“Good, good. Here, just leave your bag there, I’ll bring it up to the guest room for you later. You want something to drink, coffee, tea, soda?”

“Coffee’s great, thanks.”

Joe nodded and headed into the kitchen, still talking over his shoulder.

“I’m so glad you’re here. We should catch a show while you’re here, have you seen Hamilton yet?”

“No, I haven’t, I’ve been wanting to, though. I’ve listened to the soundtrack, but that’s never really the same.”

“It’s really not,” Joe agreed from the kitchen. “Cream, sugar, both, neither?”

“Both, thanks.”

“Alright, here you go,” Joe said, coming back with two mugs; he handed one to Rami, then sat next to him, sipping the other. “Anyway, it won’t be the same, different cast and all that, but I’ve heard good things about this cast. I’ll see if I can snag us a couple tickets.”

“Sounds good.” rami grinned and sipped his coffee, nodding in appreciation. “So, how’s the practice going?”

“Really good,” Joe replied, sitting back and stretching an arm over the back of the couch. “I was just working on Liar earlier, actually. And I’ve been doing the vocal coaching sessions a couple times a week. Oh, I asked if he’d mind me bringing you along for the next few sessions, he said that’d be fine.”

“Great. I’ve been doing some work on my own, too, singing, piano, little bit of guitar. At least Freddie only ever played on a few songs,” he added with a laugh.

“God, I still can’t believe this is really happening, you know? I mean technically it’s still in the works, no dates or anything, but still… We’re really doing this, one way or another.” Joe grinned at his friend, who returned the smile.

“Yeah, I know. It’s so surreal, thinking about taking a break from acting to become a real musician. I never would’ve seen this coming, even while we were filming. You talk to Gwil or Ben lately?”

“We check in,” Joe said, looking down at his coffee. “Gwil’s kinda spearheading the logistics side, talking to Brian and Roger, making calls; I offered to help, but he said it’d help him from freaking out over it. And Ben…” Joe trailed off and smiled. “Ben’s as excited as the rest of us. He said he’s started drumming every day. Him and Gwil have been getting together pretty often, too.” Joe tried to swallow back the little bit of irrational jealousy; he was happy for them that they were able to hang out, living so much closer.

“They’re just a few hours from each other, right?” Rami spoke up, continuing when Joe nodded. “Must be nice. But hey, we’ll just have to let them know how much fun we’re having without them, right? Make them jealous for a change.” Rami chuckled and patted Joe’s knee.

“Damn right,” Joe laughed, clinking their mugs together and pulling Rami into a half-hug. “So, what else is new with you?”

The two spent the next couple hours catching up, channel surfing, and debating whether or not A Day At The Races was a better album than A Night At The Opera. Eventually they started to get hungry, so they decided to head out for some pizza.

“I’m sorry, but no. California does not have pizza. They have something vaguely resembling pizza, but nothing I’d willingly eat given the choice.”

“If you say so,” Rami laughed as they sat in the pizzeria, sipping a pair of beers and waiting for their pie. “But at least we’ve got decent sushi.”

“Yeah… I guess you win that one,” Joe laughed. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out, grinning when he saw who it was.

“Girlfriend?” Rami asked, prompting his friend’s eyes to dart up with a shocked, confused expression. “You just lit up like Christmas morning.”

“What? No, it’s Ben.” Joe felt his cheeks heating up as he answered the call, still giving Rami a perplexed look. “Hey man, what’s up?”

“Hey, mate. Not a bad time, is it?”

“No, not at all. Rami’s here, we’re getting pizza. Here, let me put you on speaker.”

“Hi Benny,” Rami said in a slightly teasing tone, smirking at Joe. Joe just rolled his eyes, his brow still creased, and set the phone on the table between them.

“Rami, hey. That’s right, I forgot Joe said you were visiting him for a bit.”

“Yeah, for a couple weeks. You should come join us.”

“Maybe I will. Wouldn’t want you two getting into too much trouble without me, yeah?” Ben chuckled.

“Hey, you know you’re always welcome here,” Joe said. “You and Gwil. How is tall, dark, and nerdy, anyway?”

“He’s alright, we caught a play together last week. Went a bit over my head, but it was good.”

“Aw, you two had a date night,” Rami cooed, nudging Joe. “How sweet. Did he buy you dinner, too?”

“Maybe,” Ben replied, and Joe rolled his eyes and nudged Rami back.

“Yeah, well I’m buying Rami dinner, <i>and</i> we’re seeing Hamilton.”

“Lucky him,” Ben said, and Joe felt his cheeks heating up, a condition which only worsened when Rami leaned over to rest his head on his shoulder. “Well I’ll let you two lovebirds get back to your date.”

“Oh you know Joe only has eyes for you,” Rami teased.

“Him and Ben Cardi,” Joe corrected, and all three men laughed. “Anyway, text me tomorrow, maybe we can get some practice in over video chat?” He looked at Rami, who nodded.

“Yeah, mate, that sounds good. Have a good one.”

“Give Gwil our love,” Rami chimed in before the call disconnected. “So,” he said after Joe finished putting his phone away.

“So… what?” Joe stared at his friend, who just stared back with a coy smile.

“Nothing,” Rami said after a moment, shrugging. “Oh hey, here comes our pizza.”

“So how’s Lucy?” Joe asked, grabbing himself a slice.

“She’s good. She’s working a tv show right now, some political comedy thing. Says she’s having a blast.”

“That’s really great. You know, I’m just so happy for you guys. I think we all had a feeling about you two before either of you did.”

“Maybe,” Rami chuckled. “But yeah, things are… good. I’m really happy to have her. What about you?”

“What about me?” Joe echoed, one eyebrow up.

“Anything on the romantic horizon?”

“Oh, no,” Joe said, smiling and looking down. “Nah, been flying solo since what’s-her-name and I broke it off.”

“That was back when we were still filming, wasn’t it? Right after we started?”

“Something like that. Anyway, I’m just kinda focusing on myself for now, you know?”

Rami nodded, and the two fell into silence for a minute.

“Anyone you’ve got your eyes on, though?” Rami prodded, sipping his beer and pretending not to look at Joe. Joe shrugged and stared down at his own half-empty bottle.

“Not really. No one I’d have a shot with anyway.”

Rami raised an eyebrow at that, and Joe caught the look.

“I mean, you know, we’ve all got people like that. Faces in the crowd. Not anyone I know.”

“Right. Well maybe you’ll meet someone on the road.”

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna bang so many groupies,” Joe mocked, cracking up halfway through. He sighed and scratched the back of his neck. “Honestly, if it happens, it happens, but if not… I’m okay.”

“You’re too good a guy to think like that,” Ramy said, putting a hand on the other’s shoulder. “I think you don’t give yourself enough credit. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

Joe felt himself blushing again, and rolled his eyes.

“Not that I’m applying for the position,” Rami added with a wink.

“Good. You know I’d never cheat on Ben Cardi,” Joe said, downing the rest of his beer.

“Ah yes, your faithful husband, how could I forget. Where’s he hanging around these days?”

“My bedroom, of course,” Joe scoffed, as if it was the most obvious answer. Both men laughed, and Rami gave Joe’s shoulder a squeeze before pulling his arm back.

“Of course. Truly a match made in heaven.”

[sparda3g]

Attack on Titan Chapter 109 Review

There’s a reason why we have role models in our time. They can be inspiring and encouraging. They can help a person or people to gain a future. The only downside is it doesn’t always mean good. One can inspire them to do great things; however, it’s their decision to choose a path. This series has done stories about inspiration in the past; this time, we see the effect from the characters we followed since the beginning. This may be a chapter with more developments in story and conflicts, but it’s one that is necessary to understand the deep foundation of its long-term effect. Leader is a fitting title.

Gabi and Falco are brought to the girl’s orphan home. I believe it’s not the same home where we last saw Historia, but regardless, she doesn’t appear here at all. Instead, it’s a story of two Marley kids; one tries to fit in and the other can’t stand to live on a soil of the devil. This is quite the challenging chapter for those who can’t stand Gabi’s attitude, but it is necessary if the ending truly has its merits.

For the most part, she is still under influence of Paradis Island citizens as demons while Falco is more open to others. Once they got inside the girl’s home, he does the talking for both. If Gabi were to talk, it’s an early game over for them. Falco may not be strong, but he is wise to think carefully. He thought of a fake name for both and a fake backstory on the spot. The way he speaks appears like a bad actor. If so, I would love to see it animated.

The Braus Family welcomes them to the farm. As you can guess, they are nice people, helping others like they are family. It was all nice and charming with the mother patting Gabi’s head like a nice kid, until Gabi knocks her hand violently. It really got awkward at the dining table; almost like they are about to scream, “Evil!” Falco reacts quickly to ease the mood and eats his breakfast with glee. Seriously, I believe he’s pulling a bad acting skill. I really want to see it animated. So everything seems back to normal. For now.

We have a greedy lady, Kiyomi, and a strange fellow, Darius, having a chat. Basically, he greets her to the Paradis Island, the most dangerous island in the world. He actually said that, which is funny. She congratulate them for their victory at Marley. But the real important note is the invention of an aircraft run by iceburst stone. It’s designed for the flattening the world plan. The next battle is shaping up to be more devastating than I thought.

Speaking of devastating, there’s an uproar by the Headquarter. All the introduced characters from the Uprising Arc are presence here. This is like a tribute to the anime since it’s the current arc. While we’re at it, let’s also put Hange into the mix, because there’s nothing like a good old reunion. Sadly, it’s a reunion of trust slowly being tarnished.

Once again, I feel bad for her to appear disloyal to her people. With the anime recalling the moment, it’s actually sad to see this. That’s a good timing on Isayama’s part. Everyone feels like Hange has changed her way when they are told about Eren as captive and such. She can only tell them that her method is to save Eldians. It’s not the best answer but she is clearly stressed out. The one who leaked out the info is the new recruits. That includes Floch.

Usually, the new batch of characters tend to be the next runner-up to die. It could still be the case, but they are adding something else to the table, starting with Floch. He’s making it difficult for Hange since he’s more on the freedom fighter side that believes domination is the key. He wants to cause a protest to free Eren. This ensue a heated debate between him and Hange and it’s interesting.

It’s mainly because no one is really right, even if one path is already decided. One way or another, Paradis Island is in a tough position. Either die by starvation or die by fighting. I like how the one panel has them sitting in their chair silently, indicating either no one wins the debate or Floch has the lead because of the path they’re already in. He pleads once more to release Eren, which is his closing argument. Although Hange was again1st his idea, she thought he might be right. It was technically her fault to follow this plot, but she won’t let the damage go any further. Therefore, she sends them to solitary confinement.

This means she won the confrontation, right? She has, in a sense of disagreeing his proposal. However, Floch got the last laugh by not only be glad to go to jail, but doing so for the humans of the walls. That makes him look like the hero and at the same time, mocks her. The sad part is the reminder of a moment from Uprising Arc, where that guy in misery warned her that the role is played in turns. In other words, she’s playing the role now. She is slowly losing her cool, but she can’t let it go nor get some sleep. Damn, I missed her eccentric personality.

If you recall a new female recruit, she is Luise and yes, she is the one who Mikasa saved in the past. Good eyes, fans. Those two have a chat at the cell and this is where the chapter’s title becomes clear. Luise is a big fan of hers ever since that day. I can’t confirm if she loves her in a romantic sense, especially how she hoped she was in the same cell as hers, but regardless, she is obviously influenced. That all said there’s something not right.

While Luise is all about fighting to survive, her ways of handling it is questionable. She thinks if she breaks out the cell, she will be excused because she fights for honor. I know other manga excuse it like nothing, but let’s be real. It doesn’t matter because she still stand by her choice, no regret. It gets a bit personal when she mentions Mikasa’s reasoning to join Survey Corps and it annoys her. The sad part is it feels like Mikasa is responsible for Luise’s upbringing; for better or worse. It tops it off with Luise saluting; a familiar imagery from the past. That right there says it all about inspiration.

The one part that I’m still wondering the purpose is when Mikasa has a sudden flashback to when her life was changed forever. It strongly emphasized the brutality of the moment when Eren killed that invader, including the close-up shot of his expression covered in blood. It’s rather eerie with Eren casually saying not to worry in a disturbing view. I don’t know the meaning behind it or rather, what’s going to follow up this scene. It’d probably be addressed when she and Armin confront Eren.

The segment with Pixis and Yelena is more of segue to something interesting that is saved for next time. That said I did enjoy the build towards it with Yelena just chilling and Pixis jotting down all the evidences that interested him. It’s no secret that she would love to speak with the Great Eren. That is actually noteworthy because it plays a part in here.

Apparently, she was caught in an act where she requested to be placed under supervision and the one who was placed in that position was Floch. That already tells you everything. Because of him, he took her to a residential area that was pretty close to Eren’s residential area. That’s where they believe she and Eren made contact. That’s not hard to argue against. With Pixis got her attention, they’re going to have a long talk and it could be interesting. It could answer a lot; at least that’s what I’m hoping for.

I got to say, Isayama does have strange yet funny sense of humor, considering the dark nature. Case in point, the cleaning up the barn scene. Gabi and Falco are normally cleaning when suddenly the horse was channeling the fans and take a bite of her head. She then slips and falls hard; it must be fans’ pleasing moment. I laughed at that horse. Hell I think it’s laughing as well. Don’t forget the classic bucket on the head. I like how Falco keeps screaming her name for every blunder. It’s pretty funny really.

It’s also funny how they take her devil calling as a joke. She’s like, “This is the work of the devil!” Falco is like, “Uh no…It’s just the horse.” Thankfully, he’s thinking straight to keep it calm, making the best out of the situation. He convinces her to stay by noting that Marley and the world will eventually arrive to attack, though she thought he hated Zeke for the betrayal. The one worrisome to keep in mind is Falco did screw up for Marley by sending Eren’s letter. If she learns about it, God knows what will happen next.

We then have an unusual children drama segment involving with Gabi, of course, and the girl. Surprisingly, I was pretty intrigued. I must have missed it, but the girl’s name is Kaya. Anyway, it was all calming during the break, nice and easy, until Kaya mentions the tragic event four years ago. That was the trigger for Gabi. Because of the lessons that was shoved into Marley’s children’s mind, she acts like Paradis Island is filled with murderers that asked for sympathy. It is like, “Yeah, well, you did sin first, so why you’re acting like the victim.” The funny part is Kaya knew those two are from Marley and it took them a couple of words to realize what she just said. Isayama and his comedy.

What’s also hilarious is how this was an earth-shattering news to them, wondering how she knows, only the explanation boils down to, “Falco said it out loud.” Oops. So it was his fault. Who knew? Falco laughs it off but Gabi tries to attack with a pitchfork in front of others. This would have been the best time to expose them, but Kaya lies and say she only got upset due to their friendship. Amazing how Kaya comes off more mature out of this feud, though that’s not a surprise. The only question is why.

She takes them on a tour to a village where she used to live four years ago. She explains her grim experience with a titan, when she was with her mother with legs problem. If you haven’t guessed it by now, she’s in fact the same girl who Sasha saved back in anime season 2. The long-term payoff strikes again; bless this series. Also, good call once again, fans. The way she tells her story is disturbing, especially the part about her mother’s slow, painful death. I know we have seen it before, but it doesn’t make it any less scary. She then proceed to ask them a tough question that makes this segment necessary: what did her mom do to deserve it?

I believe, and hopefully I’m right, this moment is where Gabi put everything on the table and lash out from the bottom of her heart of her feelings. I said this because her attitude and mindset must change right here, right now. Instead of having her endlessly complain about the devil crap, she must put in her place and this is the time. Right from the very start, she already lost the argument when she mentioned something that happened a thousand years ago. So what?

Okay, it’s not the best choice of words, but the thing is a person should only look what’s now and later on. If there’s anything to recite a past, it’s your own, that’s it. Don’t let another’s journey carry you. Everything she spouts has nothing to do with Laya’s mother, let alone her. This is why Gabi’s mental state is so corrupted. The most effective part is when Laya begins to respond back and every time she does, Gabi slowly loses her stand. Her argument is nothing but a reach for the sake being the righteous one.

Laya has the same expression throughout the chapter until she loses it here because of Gabi’s unconvincing answer. Her stand is far more reasonable than Gabi because not only she lost her mother, but it happened not so long ago. She saw it herself and Gabi could only reference a history that who knows is even true. She’s clearly defeated; couldn’t even say anything more. Falco gives her the answer and it’s all because of the military. Simple as that. He apologizes because he has a heart. It’s not his fault but I can understand why.

After all that breakdown, Laya continues to cover them. That’s nice and mature of her, but why. It’s because of Sasha. It’s rather awkward that she mentioned about her in front of Gabi because well, you know. She explains the story of how she was saved and ultimately, changed her life. Gabi actually calmly ask why she’s helping them, which I think it’s a good sign for her character to calm down for once. Her reply hits the theme perfectly; she want to become a good person, like that girl. In other words, Sasha was her role model; her leader.

This seems to be a defining moment for them, so they can learn and grow up outside of Marley. It’s definitely challenging to withstand Gabi, but she’s a kid and manipulated to the core, so I won’t fault her that much. Now, if she remain very similar after this, I don’t know how much we have to endure. Still, if this is changing point, I’ll be glad that it happened here.

This was a pretty intriguing chapter. It continued to build up each aspects at Paradis Island, including the new weapon that I’ll bet it will happen when Marley attacks. The whole conflict within Survey Corps continued to be interesting, not knowing where this is going, including Eren. There were noteworthy tidbits such as Mikasa’s memory that could lead to interesting developments. The whole segment with Gabi and Falco can be rough for many, but if its payoff begins to surface in the next chapter, then it’s well worth the endurance. The theme was well addressed with how one generation can effect another, for better or worse. It’s why “Leader” is the chapter’s title. Life goes on.

[allthephils]

Repose

Chapter 8

I will likely post the next chapter very soon! Thanks for reading!

Word count: 3068 Rating M (language, sleeping beauty au)

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The sun was low in the sky when Phil finally left Dan’s side. He gave Adrian a hug goodbye and a promise to see him tomorrow. This time, when Phil got in the car, he was surprised to see Dennis at the wheel. “Oh. Hi. I thought you were working the door.”

Dennis eyed Phil in the rear view mirror. “Working the door? I’m not a bouncer, mate.”

“I know that Dennis, that’s not what I meant. Just, I trust you with his life, that’s all.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I left someone I trust at my post.”

It was strange talking to Dennis again. He knew more about Phil and Dan than anyone. He was witness to their love story and to their undoing. He looked the other way on more than one occasion so that Dan could just be an 18 year old man, so that he could fall in love. Gratitude brought tears to Phil’s eyes, taking him completely by surprise. Exhaustion, both physical and emotional, had left him raw and sensitive.

“Dennis, I’m glad you’re here. I wanted to thank you. For letting me in yesterday. It really means the world to me and it looks like it might really make a difference to Dan too.”

Dennis stayed focused on the road. “Well, it’s not like you gave me much of a choice, Phil.”

“Yeah, sorry about all that. But I know full well that you could have tackled me to the ground or had me arrested, or like, thrown in the dungeon or something.”

It’s a miracle the glass didn’t shatter for the look Dennis gave Phil in the mirror. They were quiet until they neared Phil’s apartment.

“8am tomorrow.” Dennis said authoritatively.

Phil winced. “Um, actually Dennis. I don’t really do 8am. I need to be rested and emotionally prepared when I see Dan so let’s say noon. Ok?”

Dennis got out and opened Phil’s door. “Noon then.”

Phil stood in front of Dennis and looked at his tired face. He’d aged since Phil first met him, more than 5 years worth and it occurred to Phil that this must be really hard for Dennis too.

“Dennis, this is so scary, for all of us. If you ever need anyone to talk to… I mean, are you doing ok?”

Dennis patted Phil hard on the shoulder, it seemed like a pretty important gesture though Phil wasn’t quite sure what it meant. He didn’t say another word, just got in the car and drove away.

Phil plopped onto the sofa exhausted and pulled his phone out. He turned it on, he couldn’t remember the last time his phone had been all the way off. This is how it would be now, disconnected. He didn’t know how many days he’d be spending just hanging out with Dan but he’d already resigned himself to this new life for the foreseeable future. Everyday he’d be with Dan and every night, he’d come back here and try to keep his life running. If he filmed something tonight, he could edit tomorrow night. Get it out of the way so he could forget about it for a few days. He opened Twitter, hoping for inspiration but that’s not what he found. His feed brimmed with speculation about why the royals had stopped letting people in to try and wake Dan. Most believed the protests had been successful, but there were other theories too. Maybe they had found her, the woman Dan would marry, maybe he’d gotten better, maybe he’d gotten worse, and in one small corner of Twitter, maybe #Phaniel was the reason. The video of Phil defending his right to see Dan was everywhere. #Phaniel was still trending. Reluctantly, Phil clicked on one of many video links.

You could clearly hear him use the word homophobia, just before he threatened to sick his fans on the castle. Shit. You could also hear Dennis call Phil by name and say you know I can’t let you in. It was pretty obvious Phil wasn’t a stranger to Dan. And now, thousands of tweets asking Phil what had happened had been ignored all day. It was only one day but that was enough to produce Phaniel videos cutting together footage of Dan and Phil against music about star-crossed lovers, destiny, and dreaming. Photoshopped images of the two of them sent Phil’s heart reeling. They were too close to home, too true. He wished his fans were just a little less savvy. He felt nauseous. The only thing he hated more than being tangled up in politics was having his personal life exposed. Panic began to set in and Phil had to make a conscious effort to steady his breath. His heart beat loud in his ears. Could he ignore this? Deny it? He could say he was on the Isle of Man, he usually turned his phone off when he went there. That wouldn’t satisfy his fans though and he knew that. They wanted an explanation for the video, they weren’t going to fall for a lie. His phone felt like a grenade in his hand and he had no idea how to put the pin back. It vibrated and he jumped, his nerves completely shot after two days of emotional exhaustion.

Louise: How are you holding up?

Louise, thank god.

Phil: Not great. What are you doing right now?

Louise: Headed home to put Darcy to bed but Liam can do that. You want some company?

Phil: God yes.

Louise: 20 minutes

Louise didn’t hand out hugs to just anyone. She hated being touched for the most part but Phil had always been the exception. She let herself into the apartment, of course she had a key, and walked toward Phil with open arms. He stood and let his best friend hold him tight.

“Seeing you three days in a row is quite a treat, Philip,” Louise cooed, “I just wish the circumstances were a bit lighter.”

The doorbell buzzed. “I ordered us pizza. I’ll get it.” Louise ran downstairs.

Phil went to the kitchen for all the necessary things and came back to Louise opening the box.

“That smells amazing. Louise, you truly are the best best friend.” He kissed her cheek and grabbed a slice, feeling his anxiety start to dissipate.

Knowing he didn’t have to explain what was going on was incredibly comforting. Louise had certainly kept up on the drama all day. She’d likely been asked her share of invasive questions about Phil and she had definitely deflected every one of them.

“Louise, I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me.”

“I know, love.” She watched Phil’s face soften but there was still so much there. “Phil, yesterday you said that you thought you might have loved Dan...”

“Yeah, Louise, that’s a pile of crap. I loved him. I wanted to marry him, I think Dan is the love of my life.” His voice cracked just a bit and he took a bite to swallow it down before it could turn into something more.

“Ok, well this all makes more sense now. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know. I signed an non-disclosure agreement. You already knew he'd asked me out so I just kept the details sparse I guess. Plus, you were my favorite drinking buddy then but we weren’t like we are now. We weren’t us.”

Louise frowned. “Phil, I’m so sorry. Who did you talk to? Like when you broke up. Why did you break up? Oh my god, I have so many questions.”

“I didn't talk to anyone. I couldn’t. It was awful, Lou. I’ve never felt pain like that. I just faked it, you know? And eventually I moved on.”

“Oh Philly. I hate that. I hate knowing you went through that on your own.” Louise had teared up a bit, always the empathetic one, she wiped away the one tear that escaped. “Do you feel ready to tell me about you and Dan?”

Phil was so tired, to the bone, but he’d never told anyone these stories and he needed this right now. He needed the catharsis and the understanding and the love. Louise was the only person he’d let see him like this, so open and vulnerable. Well, Louise and Dan. He told her the beginning and the end. The middle was beautiful and mundane and they didn't have time for that story right now. They laughed a lot and Phil opened a bottle of wine and they cried too. Louise volunteered to tweet in Phil’s place for a few days. Non-committal, cryptic tweets while he was at the castle with his phone confiscated. They both knew it wasn’t a solution but maybe it would hold off the mob for a few days so Phil could have some peace and figure out what to do.

Phil had kissed the most beautiful boy last night and that boy had kissed him back. All was right in the world. The day started with a sweet good morning text from Dan. That started Phil’s heart fluttering and it hadn’t stopped yet. He called his mum after that because that’s what Phil does when he’s feeling really great. He talked way too fast and laughed too easily. She asked how much coffee he’d had to drink. She asked what he wasn’t telling her and if there was a girl.

“I’m just having a good day, mum. And no, there isn’t a girl. Can’t a guy just be happy to talk to his mum?”

“Not this happy.” She had said.

He went outside because the sun was shining and it seemed appropriate for the romantic comedy montage he felt like he was living in. He had no shame about the extra spring in his step and the permanent smile plastered on his face. At the bakery, Phil giggled and blushed his way through ordering coffee and scones. Leo just grinned and said he was glad it went well. He sat outside, a rare thing for him. He wouldn’t even have minded if a follower came by. The table next to him was empty but someone had left the paper behind. Phil reached over to pick it up, warming at the memory of his first discovery of grown up Dan, looking out at him from the pages of a tabloid just like this one. He paged through, past stories of actors cheating with nannies and pop stars in rehab. This paper was seriously garbage. Just as he was about to toss it aside, the words Royal Love Story pg 9 caught Phil’s eye. Half of page 9 was taken up by a photo of Dan, clearly taken without his knowledge, in the garden at Windsor castle. Dan stood about a foot from Iris Spencer, his hand on her waist. He leaned in close to her ear. She wore a wide smile, amused by whatever Dan must be saying. God, Dan looked good. He wore slim slacks and slip on shoes with a little ankle showing. His button down shirt hugged his chest and accentuated his trim arms. Iris looked like she’d coordinated her outfit with his, she looked like garden party Barbie, totally at home in her natural environment.

Phil’s stomach lurched a bit. He knew he had no right to be jealous when he and Dan had only been on two dates. He was jealous though, mostly of the way Iris could just walk in and out of Dan’s life with so much ease, no NDAs, no bodyguards. He was, of course, also jealous of the way Dan’s hand was on her waist and the fact they were sharing something in that moment, something just for them. Rationally, he knew that the photo was out of context, that tabloids lie. That didn’t dull the sting of the words Is this the future queen? at the top of the page. It didn’t make him feel any better about the stark contrast between him and the rest of Dan’s life. Dan would be crazy to choose Phil over what he had in that photo. Maybe he’s just slumming, getting his gay side a little attention before going back to his rich girlfriend. The girl his family loved, the girl from the right kind of family. She has a penthouse and throws catered parties with stylish friends. Phil has pizza and Ribena by candlelight. Dan’s going to be king one day. He won’t be 18 year old Dan; beautiful, passionate, nerdy Dan for long. It’s bigger than them. One day, he would have a queen.

One kiss and Phil had imagined a future with Dan. But it was an amazing kiss, a beautiful kiss. And Dan had been vulnerable and sweet and open. You can’t fake that, right? A kiss like that has got to mean something. Phil wished he could call his mum back and tell her everything, get some advice, but he really couldn’t. He tried to imagine what she might say. She’d say that Dan was lucky to have met Phil and that the royal family don’t have anything on the Lesters. She’d say that if Phil was worried about that photo, he should just ask Dan about it. She’d say that Phil’s heart was very seldom wrong and he should follow it. And she’d be right, she always was, even when she was just a voice in Phil’s head.

So he followed his slightly bruised, mildly frightened, very excited heart. He picked up his phone and texted Dan.

Phil: Can I ask you something?

Phil was surprised when Dan responded right away, he figured he’d be busy working on some admirable project.

Dan: I’m an open book

Phil: How long were you with Iris Spencer?

Dan: With? I wasn't. Our parents conspired to get us together but we are just friends. I’m not interested in her

Dan: I am interested in you though

Phil felt some small measure of relief but he also had a masochistic desire to know more.

Phil: But you dated?

Dan: No, not really. My family invited her to things, functions. We do spend time together, we have all the same friends. Where is this coming from Phil?

Phil: So you never slept together?

Phil regretted it the minute he hit send. That was truly none of his business, he was being petty and jealous and immature.

Phil: Shit. Don’t answer that Dan. I’m sorry. I saw a photo in a tabloid and I spiraled

Dan: Ah. Ok. That explains a lot. We did hook up a couple times as drunk teenagers. It was exactly how those things are and it has no bearing on any thing that is happening now.

Phil: What is happening now?

Dan: Me and you are happening now

The ache in Phil chest shifted. The jealousy had turned to longing and Phil wished Dan was here so he could wrap his arms around him and chase away any remaining doubt.

Phil: Me and you

Dan: Dan and Phil

Phil: Phil and Dan

Phil: Phan

Dan: Phan! :-)

Phil: I ship it

Dan: You remember PJ?

Phil: Yes

Dan: He’s having a party tomorrow night. There will be less snogging and more video games than the last party I took you too. PJ is a big nerd. Come with me?

Phil: Yes

Dan: Yay! His house is on the beach. You are going to love it. It’s in Brighton. Is that ok?

Phil: Is it ok?

Phil: I’m not sure. Let’s review. You want me to accompany a gorgeous prince to a beach house in Brighton to play video games and eat gluten free artisan pickles?

Dan: I can’t guarantee the pickles.

Phil: Ug. What good are you if you can’t guarantee artisan pickles?

Dan: I’ll think of some way to make it up to you ;)

Phil: *fans self*

Dan: Pick you up at 5?

Phil: Ok. Come earlier if you want. I miss you.

Dan: I miss you too. See you tomorrow. Xoxo

Dan didn’t come to the door, instead he texted Phil to come down. When he climbed in, there was a basket in the center seat, a picnic basket. Dan leaned over and gave Phil a hello kiss. It was so casual, like they’d known each other for ages and this was just the way they greeted each other. Phil’s heart flipped in his chest. “What’s this?” He gestured to the basket.

Dan smiled that wide affectionate smile that Phil was starting to grow familiar with.

“Well, we’ve got at least two hours in this car and I thought it might be nice to have a picnic.”

He opened the basket and pulled out 2 checkered napkins, handing one to Phil. There were tiny sandwiches wrapped in parchment paper and tied with string. Dan pointed at each one and explained what was inside, scrunching his nose in disbelief when Phil said he didn’t like cheese. They ate and laughed about Phil’s picky taste in food and how pizza was the exception to every rule. Dan handed Phil a glass and pulled out a tiny bottle of champagne. There were strawberries and pears drizzled with dark chocolate for dessert.

“Is this legal? The champagne? In the car?” Phil asked.

“Strictly speaking? No. But I think we’re good.” Dan moved the basket over his lap so he was sitting next to Phil.

“Buckle your seat belt, Dan.” Phil gave Dan a quick peck on the cheek, eyes darting toward the front seat to see if Dennis was looking.

“Ok, mum.” Dan put a strawberry to Phil’s lips. “Don’t worry, Dennis won’t peek. He promised.”

Phil bit into the berry, letting the flavors spread over his tongue, imagining how it would taste to kiss Dan after this. “You are so romantic. I’ve never had anyone do something like this for me. How are you only 18?”

“I had to do something to thank you for the other night. Plus, I might have a chef at home who helped me put this together.” Dan popped the rest of the strawberry into his mouth.

They drank champagne and fed each other fruit, sharing sweet chaste kisses between bites. It was absurdly cliche and absolutely perfect. Phil thought, this is it, this is what it’s like to date a prince.

[tea-and-cardigans]

Movie Night - Bughead College AU - Part 2

Hey Guys,

Sorry it has been so so long since I have posted anything but unfortunately adulting (and a super flu) got in the way and then there was a hit of writing self doubt and writing block. But here is the second and final part to Movie Night.

I also almost have the next chapter of What Fools We Mortals Be finished and am just working out some kinks and ideas with my Beta.

I always get so stressed with my fics that aren’t one shots as I get so worried that readers will be disappointed with the conclusion or next part which is the reason I sometimes get stuck on my WIPs.

Anyway I hope you guys enjoy and always sorry to mobile users for the keep reading cut.

Summary:

Betty is sick of the substandard movies that are chosen to play at the makeshift college ‘drive in’ she decides she has had enough and on her mission to correct this injustice bumps into a beanie wearing student who is just as outraged.

Based on the following prompt:

You’re the only other one who voted for my favorite movie on movie night so do you just want to watch it in my room au

Part One.

Nolan and Tarantino

Veronica was excited for her. As soon as she told her she would not be in their dorm room tonight because she was going to a boy’s room the squeal that Veronica had emitted had very near ruptured her eardrums.

“I knew you had it in you B.” Veronica wrapped her arm around her shoulder like a proud mamma bird finally seeing her baby bird spread her wings and embrace the full college experience. “Sooo what’s his name?”

“Jughead.” Veronica did a double take, her head cocked slightly to the side as if she may have misheard her.

“Jughead?”

“Yeah I think it might be a nickname.” Betty mused while Veronica’s eyes widened in realization.

“Wait a second Archie’s roommate has a weird name, I thought it was Juicebox, but maybe it was Jughead.” Veronica clapped her hands together in delight. “You are going out with Archie’s roommate.” Her voice had now taken on a sing song quality and Betty could see the cogs turning in her head processing all this information at once, probably forming plans for double dates and who knows what else.

“I’m just going over to watch a movie, it’s not a date.” Veronica sighed heavily, before taking Betty’s hand and leading her over to her bed encouraging her to sit beside her. “It’s not-” Veronica silenced Betty’s protests placing a finger up to her mouth.

“It’s a date Betty,” she stated simply, as Betty’s eyes widened. She knew it was a date, or was that just some wishful thinking on her part. He was interested in movies, she was interested in movies. People of the opposite gender can watch movies together alone in a college dorm room and not have any romantic feelings towards each other. Can’t they? “You are going to be alone in his dorm room, probably on his bed, his laptop between the two of you, an arm around your shoulder.” Betty imagined the scene in her head. She imagined them both reaching for the popcorn at the same time, their hands brushing accidently against each other, a shared laugh before their eyes would meet each other’s gaze. She shook her head trying to wipe the images from her mind. No it was just watching a movie.

“He chose The Lobster for drive in movie, he puts up a choice each month.”

“The unpopular choice.” Veronica reminded her.

“Maybe but it’s always the one I would choose.” Betty was happy to have someone who could appreciate good cinema as much as she loved Veronica her taste in movies sucked.

“Well B, what are you going to wear for your non-date date.” Betty pulled her bottom lip with her teeth. She hadn’t even thought about it yet. She wanted to look nice but not too nice, not like she had spent hours agonising over what she was going to wear for the night, even though she had a feeling that that was exactly what she was about to do at Veronica’s insistence.

Betty shifted nervously in front of his dorm room door, she could faintly hear music playing inside his room. It was something she didn’t recognise but it sounded pleasant to her ears. She shifted one of the two large shopping bags of snacks that she had brought for the evening into one hand while she raised the other to knock on his door.

The door opened almost immediately and she noted that he was still wearing the crown beanie that he had been earlier. Apparently that was part of his permanent wardrobe or so Veronica had informed her after sending several inquisitive texts to Archie. And yes, Jughead was in fact a nickname, but Archie wouldn’t tell her his real name through fear of Jughead’s retribution.

“Hey.” He opened the door wider for her so she could enter brushing past him.

“Where can I put these?” She held up the two rather large bags of snacks that she had brought with her. “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I just brought some of my faves and the classics.” She noticed him lick his lips as he eyed the bags and he pointed towards what she assumed was the desk on his side of the small dorm room.

“Over there.” She moved towards the desk placing the heavy bags down and turned around to fully take in the room. It was not as messy as she had imagined a room shared by two teenage boys may be, but she guessed that he had done some tidying up as well. The two of them looked at each other awkwardly for a while, both of them with their hands in their pockets, before glancing around the room. “Would you like something to drink?” Jughead asked her breaking the silence.

“Sure.” He moved over to the bar fridge located at the end of his bed and surveyed it’s contents.

“I’ve got Coke and Beer.” Betty knew the safe option was a coke. Best she keep a clear head. She had been drunk once in her life, one of her first nights on campus and it had not been a pretty picture. But one beer couldn’t hurt.

“Beer,” she announced confidently, straightening her posture a little at her decision. He pulled out two beers, twisting the tops off both using the bottom of his t-shirt and handing one to her. He held his out for her to clink her bottle into, almost like a little cheers before they endeavored on their film watching journey.

“You can sit on the bed.” He motioned towards the single bed on one side of the room. “Or I have the desk chair if that would be more comfortable,” he added quickly.

“Bed’s fine,” she answered as she jumped onto the single bed, her back resting against the pillow that had been placed against the wall, stretching her legs out in front of her. He picked up the laptop from his desk along with the desk chair. Placing the laptop on the chair in front of the bed, he moved again to Archie’s desk to get his desk chair and placed it in front of the bed before sitting on it. Betty watched him carefully as he leant forward to get the movie playing on the laptop.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m getting the movie started.” He looked at her quizzically before he returned to the task at hand.

“No I mean why are you sitting there. There’s plenty of room up here.” She patted the empty space next to her.

“I just thought you might -”

“Grab the snacks and get up here.” Betty was surprised by the strength of her own words. “Please.” she added to try and soften her request. He quickly pressed play on the video and grabbed both bags before hopping onto the bed next to her, still placing some space between the two of them. She handed him one of the pillows that was next to her and he placed it behind his back before opening one of the bags.

“What do you want?” He whispered as if they were in a cinema afraid of ruining the viewing experience of others.

“The Red Vines.” She turned towards him as he handed her the packet. She noticed him looking through the bag hesitating on making his own choice. “Take whatever you want,” she whispered to him before turning her attention immediately back to the screen in front of her as the words she had just used wash over her and she mentally kicked herself. He didn’t seem to notice, or he was just as embarrassed as she was as he pulled out a packet of Milk Duds and faced the screen as well.

They were both fully engrossed in the movie, laughing together at the appropriate parts and she was glad that he shared her dark sense of humor. When she had tried to get Veronica to watch the movie she had asked her to turn it off not even half way into the movie. Instead they put on a romantic comedy, not that Betty minded them once in awhile but it was nice to have someone who could understand her love for dark comedy.

“What animal do you think you would want to be turned into?” Betty whispered as she turned to Jughead waiting for his answer while she watched the movie from the corner of her eye.

“I think I would be a cat.” She waited for him to elaborate further. “Well they’re independent, survivors and it would good to always be able to land on your feet.” He threw a milk dud up into the air before catching it in his mouth. She gave a little clap at his achievement. “You?”

“A hawk.” He looked at her surprised at her choice. “Well I would want to be able to fly so I would want to choose a bird, but I also don’t want to be at the bottom of the food chain and be one of the small animals getting eaten by a bigger animal. So a hawk.” She took the packet of milk duds from him and tried to toss one into her mouth, but missed by quite a distance. “It’s the beer.”

“No I just think you aren’t very good at that,” he quipped, throwing another one up for himself and catching it in his mouth easily. Betty never one to be outdone took the packet from him again and tossed another up into the air, too high and off centre and it bounced off her forehead. The impact stunned her for a moment and his laughter filled the room. She rubbed her forehead in embarrassment as she watched him laugh. The way his nose and eyes wrinkled and he looked completely uninhibited. She couldn’t help herself and soon found herself laughing along with him.  

Betty took a deep sigh as the movie cut to black. She eyed the packets of open half eaten sweets that they had managed to work through during the movie. It was though Jughead was determined to try some of everything always offering her some first. There were also the 4 empty beer bottles that they had polished off during the movie on his night stand. She could feel the slight heat across her cheeks and neck a side effect of the alcohol and the enclosed space no doubt.

“Okay important question.” Betty sat straighter on the bed at the seriousness of his tone. “And the very future of our friendship depends on your answer.” A smirk crossing his face told her that he probably would let her get away with an incorrect answer. “Favourite director?” She sighed heavily at this collapsing onto her side in dramatics as she groaned.

“Don’t make me choose.”

“You have to.” He insisted leaning his body to the side to catch her eyes. Betty sighed in defeat and pulled herself upright again, thinking carefully about his question.

“Hmmm.” She was tapping her finger on her chin as she ran through a series of possible answers she had favourites for each genre, for each decade of film, how could she possibly choose just one out of so many. He watched her expectantly as she continued to think. She went to answer before pausing again, considering her answer so carefully. “Christopher Nolan.”

“Hmm.” He said nodding his expression giving nothing away about her choice.

“Hmm?” she responded, her eyes urging for him to elaborate further, to tell her his own thoughts rather than just making a sound in response.

“I just wouldn’t have guessed, thought you might go for a classic like Speilberg, you seem like a classic kind of girl.” She wasn’t sure how to take his statement, should she be offended that he thought she liked older more traditional things, did he think that she would be so predictable and hence maybe even boring.

“What’s yours?” she asked.

“Tarantino.” She let out a short laugh in response.

“Of course.” she rolled her eyes.

“What do you mean? Of course.” Jughead Jones did not like to be predictable he prided himself as not being one of the herd.

“Just you know, dark, tortured, mysterious it figures you would like Tarantino.” She shrugged her shoulders reaching over him for the unopened packet of M&Ms, meeting his eyes as she took a handful, a look of victory in her eyes. He sighed. Maybe he was a little predictable sometimes. “What now?” She said finishing her mouthful of candy and eyeing him carefully.

“Well we could watch another movie.” He suggested, she nodded eagerly and he found himself smiling at her. It felt so easy between the two of them. He knew he should feel nervous a pretty girl like Betty Cooper alone with him in his dorm room. Archie had given him a wolf whistle when he had let him know that a girl would be over tonight, before Jughead had insisted that it wasn’t like that.

If Betty’s love life had been uneventful up to and including college, Jughead’s had been non-existent. He wasn’t exactly what girls had gone for in highschool he kept to himself. Attended classes and stayed on the outer fringe as much as he could. Not that he ever went completely unnoticed, the jocks it seemed had a far reaching sonar for those who wished to go unnoticed. He had been bullied, sure, but he had survived. Even had managed to fight back on occasion but at the end of the day he was still that scrawny weirdo from the wrong side of the tracks.

College he had imagined would be much the same. He would attend his classes, stay on the fringe. He had always been more of an observer than an active participant. Then he had been roomed with Archie Andrews. Jughead could practically smell the Jock coming off of him as soon as he entered the room. He had already been formulating the contents of his request to transfer rooms form in his head, when Archie had introduced himself, holding out a hand for him to shake. Jughead had taken it cautiously always waiting for the punch that was coming masked by kindness. But it never came. Archie was a decent guy, still a jock, but decent and despite himself they became friends.

“Should I make some popcorn?” Her voice broke into his thoughts and he saw that she had moved off the bed a packet of microwave popcorn in her hand as she stood next to the microwave.

“Sure. I’ll choose a movie. Any requests?”

“Action. After that film I need to see some things getting epically destroyed.” She winked at him and he felt his stomach drop. He had felt the same feeling when she had asked him to take anything he wanted and several images had crossed his mind, while he tried to keep his face passive.

He carefully looked through the list of films before smiling to himself. “Batman Begins?” he asked already having a pretty good idea of what the answer would be.

“Now I know you're just trying to get in my good books. Choosing a Nolan film.”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just trying to be a good host.”

“Well you are being an excellent host.” The microwave beeped and he moved to his cupboard to grab a bowl holding it in front of her for her to empty the freshly popped popcorn into. The aroma filling the air. He grabbed two drinks from the fridge, pressed play on his laptop and sat back down on his bed. She soon joined him. He noticed that she sat herself a little closer this time placing the bowl in between them. He tried to concentrate on the film in front of him but found himself distracted.

Betty seemed more engrossed in the film than he was. He could occasionally see her mouth the words and he wondered how many times she had seen this one.

His hand brushed up against her knee and she froze. He was reaching for the bowl of popcorn between them and had misjudged where it was. He could see her body tense up at the contact and he scolded his own clumsiness.

“Sorry,” he mumbled under his breath.

“It’s okay.” He felt her hand rest over his own before he was able to draw it away from it’s current location. He shot a questioning look in her direction, her eyes were still focused on the screen but he could feel her thumb tracing the back of his hand. He felt as though he could learn to  lose himself in those little touches. He had lost complete interest in the film, which really had been used as a way to keep her there for a little bit longer, not wanting the night to end just yet. He watched the way the light played across her face, the pale blue light highlighting her face, the small tug of a smile in the corner of her lips. And now he knew he was doomed as his attention had been drawn to her lips. He imagined how they would feel against his own. How he would trace the curve of her neck with his thumb hoping that she would keen into his touch. He shifted uncomfortably and when his leg brushed up against hers she turned to face him, meeting his gaze immediately.

There was a moment’s hesitation as he felt that he had been caught staring at her, before she shifted towards him and her lips brushed against his. Soft. Her lips were impossibly soft. She pulled back and he stopped her with his hand at the back of her neck, pulling her back again so that his lips could have another taste. He felt her lips responding in kind to his insistent lips returning his kiss with just as much force.

His thumb traced her collarbone, travelling up her neck to cup her face as his lips moved to her neck, feeling her move her body against him as the bowl was knocked to the floor in her eagerness to feel closer to him. Her hand rested on his chest as his hand dropped to her waist holding her against his body as his lips returned to hers, running his tongue over the seam of her lips begging for permission. She relented and sighed into his mouth as he deepened the kiss and his grip on her waist tightened in response.

She pulled back to examine his face, her fingers running over his features. The ones that she has been admiring all night, sneaking glances when he wasn’t looking. Watching the shifting light from the screen move across his face, highlighting his cheekbones just as she had imagined.

“That was nice,” she whispered breaking the silence between them.

He placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt, “Just nice?”

“More than nice,” she corrected as she reached over to lace his hand in hers. “You know we should do this every month your movie loses.”

“That would be every month then.” He wrapped his arm around her tighter as she leant up against his chest.

“It’s a date.”

[paigewritestrash-blog]

Terrible Things - Kagami Taiga x OC

This is my first post on this account woo! This au was inspired by the song Terrible Things by Mayday Parade.

Warnings: angst

"By the time I was your age, I'd give anything To fall in love truly, was all I could think That's when I met your mother, the girl of my dreams The most beautiful woman, that I'd ever seen." Another usual and exhausting day at practice. Or so I thought, when I saw her walk in with coach. Her black hair was pulled back in a ponytail and it stopped at the middle of her back. Her bright green eyes caught me off guard, and I had to do a double take. She's gorgeous. I feel a sudden pain in my head, and the basketball bounces to the floor. "Kagami-kun, what is your problem?" Kuroko asks. But he follows my gaze to the girl, and sighs. He jabs me in the side. "Go talk to her." I punch him in the side. "No way! Who do you think I am?" I cry out. She's out of my league. The thought of talking to her makes my stomach do flips. I've never been this nervous, not even during basketball games. "I'm too nervous, anyways." I sigh. Kuroko wears a small grin. "That's a shame." I raise a brow. "She's coming over here." Kuroko pats me on the shoulder and smiles. "Good luck." "Oi, Kuroko! Wait-" He walks over to Kiyoshi, leaving me a sweaty mess as the beautiful girl walks over to me, wearing a smile that makes my heart race. "Riko tells me you need help learning how to use your left hand." Her voice is like music to my ears. I can feel my face getting hot. "Um, y-yeah, I do." I scratch the back of my neck nervously. She smiles. "It's nice to meet you, Kagami. I'm Felicity." Her American accent slips through when she says her name. "You're American?" I ask. Felicity nods. "My dad and I moved here in middle school." She picks up a basketball on the ground and spins it on her left hand index finger. "I played a lot of basketball there." She winks. "Thus why I'm going to teach you to use your left hand better." Felicity dribbles the ball and then dribbles it back and forth between each hand. She then turns to face the other half of the court from where we stand, at free throw line. She shoots with her left hand, yet I can't watch the ball. I can't take my eyes off of her. 

"She said, "Boy can I tell you a wonderful thing? I can't help but notice, you're staring at me. I know I shouldn't say this, but I really believe, I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me." Now, son, I'm only telling you this Because life can do terrible things."

She looks at me and flashes me a smile. My heart flutters and I feel hot. "Can I tell you a wonderful thing?" She asks. I nod, not sure what to expect. "I can't help but notice the way you're staring... I know I shouldn't say this, but I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me." I think my heart stopped beating completely. My face is burning up and I can't say anything. Felicity simply smiles at me again, her cheeks red too. "It's okay if you are. I don't mind." She winks and runs off to the other side of the court to get the ball she shot. I run my fingers through my hair and heave a sigh. Get it together, you're being too obvious. I'd be lying if I said Felicity isn't a good teacher. She made me play a game of one on one only dribbling with my left hand, which she dominated me at. As she predicted, that made me work harder. By the end of the night, even after everyone had left hours before, she had taught me how to switch hands in the air when I dunk. "You did great today!" Felicity exclaims. "Once you learn something, you perfect it very easily." She takes her hair out of her ponytail and shakes it, her long hair flowing to the waistline of her skirt now. I give her a shy smile. I can't stop staring at her. Every time I look at her and then look away, I want more. I can't help but be entranced by every movement she makes. Every word that comes out of her mouth is beautiful and I have to tell myself to snap out of it before I become a flustered mess. No one has ever made me feel this way... "Thank you." I say. "It helps when I have an amazing teacher, too." Her cheeks get red and she smiles. "Since I worked you pretty hard, what do you think about me buying you dinner?" I smile. "Dinner sounds nice. But you don't have to pay." I can't make her pay for my meal, what kind of gentleman would that make me seem like? I may not be good at romance, but I do know that the guy usually pays for the girl. Or at least that's what I learned watching romantic comedies with Alex. "Now, most of the time we'd have too much to drink And we'd laugh at the stars and we'd share everything Too young to notice, and too dumb to care Love was a story that couldn't compare."

After that night, we went on many dates afterwards. After our sixth date, we shared our first kiss, and I determined in that moment, I wanted to marry her. I wasn't one who cared about any of that, but Felicity... I want to call her my wife. And I will one day. We lay on our backs on her roof passing back and forth a bottle of alcohol. She's more of the smoking type, but due to the basketball team's drug tests, I can't. It takes a lot for me to get drunk though, and Felicity is what most would call a lightweight. Although, I don't need to be under the influence of anything to feel good when I'm around her. When she says my name, I feel at peace. "Taiga, what would you do if you won the lottery?" I think hard. "I could eat anything I wanted... And I could have all the shoes I wanted, too." "Shoes and food, that's all you care about?" She laughs. "And you, of course." I say. The longer we date, the more comfortable I get with flirting and being romantic. She moves her head to lay on my chest, and I wrap an arm around her. "If I won the lottery... I'd buy a beautiful house. One with a basketball court, a big, indoor pool..." She trails off. I can hear the smile in her voice. "I'd buy a really nice car. But one I can drive all year around, of course." She stays silent for a minute, thinking. "Oh! And I'd want my house to be fit for children." "Hm, you want kids?" I ask. I've never thought about having children, seeing as I'm only seventeen. I guess girls are different. "I do." She sighs. She doesn't have to be looking at me to tell what I'm thinking. "Don't worry, Taiga." She lets out a small giggle. "I don't want them anytime soon." Her index finger trails up and down my chest lightly. She takes a gulp from the bottle and sits up to straddle my waist, sitting on me. "I love you." Felicity smiles with her words. I know she's drunk, but I guess a drunk mind speaks the sober truth. "Saying it just makes me feel so good. I love you, Kagami Taiga!" She shouts, thrusting both hands in the air. She flops forward and her face is inches from mine. "I. Love. You." She kisses me after every word, and it makes my cheeks turn red. I laugh and swallow hard. I'm slightly buzzed, making this easier to say. "I love you, Felicity." A smile spreads across her face and she hugs me tight. She doesn't let go, she just lays on me with her arms wrapped around me. I don't question it and wrap my arms around her, too. In that moment I hold her as tight as I can. I don't want anything to happen to her. "I said, "Girl, can I tell you a wonderful thing? I made you a present with paper and string. Open with care now, I'm asking you, please. You know that I love you, will you marry me?" Now, son, I'm only telling you this Because life can do terrible things You'll learn, one day, I'll hope and I'll pray, That God shows you differently."

It's the fourth quarter of the winter cup championship game. I'm a third year now, and after this, I'll retire from basketball. After high school I'm going off to school in Tokyo with Felicity. She wants to be a teacher, and I want to become a professional basketball player, and the best player in Japan. This game is going to determine my future, and I feel the pressure as the opposing team continues to score on me. My jumps can overpower them, but it's hard when their players won't even let me jump. After walking back onto the floor after a time out, I hear a familiar voice from the silent crowd. "Kick their ass, Taiga! I believe in you!" My girlfriend waves her arms in the air, wearing a giant smile. That easily brings a smile to my face as I give my team mates one last look before taking my place on the court. The thrill of winning the winter cup again is enough to make me overflow with joy. But when I see Felicity running down the halls to congratulate me, I could burst with happiness. I feel the box in my pocket shift as she jumps onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I hug her back with as much force as she uses. "I'm so proud of you! Congratulations!" She smiles wide down at me and gives me a sloppy kiss, grabbing my face in her hands. "That last play you made, oh my God!" She exclaims. I'm not sure why, but when she watches me play it makes her... Excited. I set her down on the floor and intertwine my fingers with hers. "I know just how to celebrate. I'm treating you to dinner, and you can order as much as you want." She smiles up at me, swinging our arms as we walk. "Felicity, you don't have to-" "Taiga, don't argue, okay? You deserve this. Treat yourself." As we walk the box in my pocket keeps nagging at me. I'm so happy in this moment, I don't want to wait... I was going to do this tomorrow, but I can't help myself. I stop walking, causing Felicity to give me a confusing look. "Is something wrong?" "Of course not. Can I tell you a wonderful thing?" I let go of her hand and swallow hard, pulling the box from my pocket. Her face twists into a smile. I hand the box to her, which she stares at. It's wrapped in a bow that took me a tedious amount of time, and tries, to tie perfectly. "This was supposed to be for your birthday tomorrow, but I can't wait." "Taiga..." She whispers. "Open it with care, because I'm asking you, please," I wait for her shaky hands to open the box and reveal the ring inside before I get down on my knee. "You know that I love you so much," I try to speak strongly, but my voice falters with my nerves running wild. "Will you marry me?" She doesn't speak, she just nods rapidly through her tears and pulls me to my feet to hug me so tight air escapes my lungs. My heart still beats rapidly as I put the ring on her finger. "Oh, Taiga. You just made my night- No," She shakes her head. "My... My life! I'm so excited, we don't have to rush a thing. I'm just so happy to wear this! It's beautiful-" She talks a mile a minute, her hands around both of my arms, squeezing me tight. "I love you so much, fiance!" Felicity stands on her tip toes to kiss me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer to me. This moment is one I've only thought of a million times... Being able to say that I'm going to marry this girl, it makes me so happy words can't explain. Tears are welling in my eyes just thinking about this. My life at this moment is perfect, and I couldn't ask for anything better. "She said, "Boy can I tell you a terrible thing? It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks. Please, don't be sad now, I really believe, You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me."

It's been about a year and a half since we graduated high school and went off to college. We may have had a change of plans... Instead of going to school, Felicity agreed she would stay home to raise our child. She hasn't been feeling well lately, though, so the three of us bundled up to face the cold winter weather and go to the doctor. I was forced to stay in the waiting room while she got the results. Our son sleeps soundly in carrier, and I lay my head back against the wall. I hope it's nothing serious... That's all I can think about. When the door opens, I shoot my head to look to my wife, so wears a straight face. "Can I tell you a terrible thing?" Her voice is almost a whisper. My heart stops. I don't want her to say anything else, but she does. "It seems that I'm sick and I've only got weeks... Please don't be sad," She rushes over to me to cup my face in her hands so I look her in the eyes. Her face is blurred with tears that have already formed. It feels like someone dropped a two hundred pound weight on my chest and it's making it hard to breathe. "You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me." I shake my head, biting my lip. "Taiga, it'll be okay..." I shake my head again, sniffling as tears wet my cheeks. I bury my face into her torso, clutching her shirt as I let out muffled cries. "Taiga, please... I love you." Her fingers run through my hair and she rubs my back. "Let's make the most of this month. Do that for me, please?" She asks, her voice shaking as she sniffles. I nod, letting go of her to finally look at her face. I take in everything about it I can. Her beautiful black hair and sad, green eyes that usually twinkle with life. "Of course." I manage. "Let's go home." "So don't fall in love, there's just too much to lose If you're given the choice, then I beg you to choose To walk away, walk away, don't let her get you. I can't bear to see the same happen to you. Now, son, I'm only telling you this Because life can do terrible things."

I finish my story, sitting across the kitchen table from my son, who's now thirteen years old. He's asked me for years about her, and at first I ignored it, and told him I'd tell him when he got older. "So is mom in Heaven?" He asks with tears in his eyes. It breaks my heart to see him sad, but after years of giving him short answers, I realized there is no better time than now. I want him to know his mother, as I did. Remembering her as she was when we were together, it brings back that hole in my chest I felt the day she told me she was sick. It aches and makes it difficult to breathe. I nod, biting my lip. "She is. And you know where else she is?" I ask. "Where?" "She's in our memories, too." I bite my lip and exhale shakily. "She's watching both of us, and she's always with us. Remember that." He nods and gives me a small, reassuring smile. "You don't have to feel sad now, dad. It's just like you said, she's watching both of us. Plus, you always have me. We're a family." His red eyes seem solemn. My sadness has affected him all of these years. I give him a sad smile. "You're right." I sit back in my seat and heave a sigh. "I'll try to be better from now on. For you." The dull ache in my chest isn't as dark and brooding. She's always with us.

[shingeki-no-scenarios]

Title: No Scrubs

Pairing: Jean x Mikasa

Genre: Fluff, Comedy

Warnings: Language

AU: Modern

Summary: A scrub is a guy that thinks he’s fly, and he is also known as a buster.

A/N: No one asked for this, I just wanted to write this while waiting for the requests to fill up orz My favorite song from when I was 3 years old inspired me to write this :)

“Cheers, girls!”

Four cocktail glasses lightly clinked together, and the contents were immediately consumed by their respective owners.

This was one of the rare times that Mikasa could take some time off from work and unwind. Though she enjoyed working as a private banker– a job she was passionate and dead serious about– there were times wherein she wished she could freeze everything and have more time for her social and personal life.

“Thinking about work again, Mikasa?” Sasha shouted over the club’s loud music as she grinned cheekily, snapping Mikasa out of her trance and making the rest of the girls giggle.

“Oh, no. Not at all.” she replied with a soft smile, moving her closer to the group. “I was actually thinking about how I could have more time to relax like this… I miss you girls.” she added, grinning wider.

“No need to flatter us.” Annie chimed, stoic as ever. Though the pair rarely got along, Mikasa knew that she meant well this time and shot the girl a soft smile.

“Enough chit-chat, yeah? This is a girls’ night out!” no one really knows when Christa left, but she returned from the bar with four tequila shots, urging the group to down it before they made a run for the dance floor.

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“Hey, Jean, check it out. The one with the black hair was staring at your ass.”

While Jean would trust his best mate, Connie, with his life, he had to be careful when it came to letting the latter meddle with his romantic life. It seemed like every date he let Connie organize came from hell.

“I’m done with your games, Connie, so fuck you.” taking a swig of his beer, he flipped the bird at the shorter man, who was trying to suppress his laughter– obviously, he was fibbing. He didn’t even bother to look at the girl he was talking about.

“Um, she did glance at your ass, like, once, or twice.” Marco chimed in, secretly high-fiving Connie under the table. Though he loved his dear friend Jean, there were times wherein he just wanted to fuck with his head, knowing that he had full control over the other’s trust.

“Really now?” he replied, falling for it. Taking one glance at the raven-haired beauty they were referring to, he felt his heart skip a beat upon meeting eyes with her– she was his dream girl come to life. “S-should I go for it?” though his voice was starting to falter, he tried his best to ask Marco, knowing that he was the only man he could trust in this situation– Connie, Reiner, and mostly especially Bertholdt were definitely out of the question.

On a normal day, he would walk up to any girl with confidence and ask her out, be it at the park or at a club. However, she was not just any girl– she was intimidating, powerful, and beautiful. He loved it.

“I mean, why not? Like we said, she just checked you out.” Marco replied, patting his friend’s shoulder for assurance. With his free hand, he opened up his hand that was hiding under the table to receive the money Connie now owed him.

“I say smash all of them then just pick the best pussy the morning after. Or rank it.” Reiner slurred out, his dirty choice of words making the table of tipsy young men howl in laughter, save for Jean, who felt irked that he would disrespect women like that. More so that one of them was his new-found crush.

“P-pardon his French! It’s just the beer talking… o-or he’s a natural pig.” Bertholdt stuttered out as he confiscated Reiner’s drink. “I guess… I guess what he was trying to say was that you should get her number.” he added, gesturing to the ladies who were now seated at the bar, taking a break from dancing. Smirking, Jean smoothed out his shirt and fixed his hair, making his way to the beauty seated at the bar.

Now’s his chance.

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He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or if it was his natural cockiness that persuaded him to get up and walk over to the bar, his head held high as he swaggered over to the group of ladies.

“How are you doing, ladies?” he asked upon approaching them.

“Busy.” was the only reply he got from the bored-looking blonde woman, eliciting giggles from the rest of the group. Wow, she looks and acts like a bitch, he mentally noted.

He moved away from her and closer to the black-haired girl he’s been eyeing. Once he cleared his throat, the ladies’ conversation was cut and the attention was on him.

“May I help you?” she turned to him and asked, obviously disinterested and just entertaining him for the sake of it.

“Uh, h-hey.” he stuttered, stunned by her beauty up-close. “See those guys over there? Yeah, they’re my friends. They said you were checking out my ass.”

While the other girls started giggling, teasing, and nudging her towards him, she started blushing madly as her eyes went wide in shock upon hearing what he had to say. The nerve of this man to assume that! She had never even seen this man in her life!

“Yeah, so anyway, can I get your number?” he blurted out once the laughter died down before they could turn their backs and return to their chit-chat. At this point, the beer was getting full control of his words, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

“No.” she replied flatly. It was starting to get more awkward by the minute, and she was hoping she could scare him off so she could return to bonding with her college friends.

“Um, can I take you out on a date?” he asked desperately, but her answer was still a firm “no”. He asked her a couple more questions, such as “can I buy you a drink” and “can I get your name?”, only to get a “no” in return.

Glancing over his shoulder, he spotted his friends laughing their guts out at him, except for Bertholdt who looked like he deeply sympathized with him. Furrowing his eyebrows, he decided to be more persistent and save himself from the humiliation.

“A fake number would be fine.” at this point, it seemed like he was begging and he probably looked like a dumbass, but he would rather save himself from his friends’ relentless teasing and the regret of not seeing the lovely lady again.

“Condom, some change, ID, coupons, pocket lint… can you even afford a date with her? Do you even own a phone?” he wasn’t sure how or when, but the brown-haired girl got a hold of his wallet and was going through its contents. He opened his mouth to protest and tried to get his wallet back back, only to have her pass it on to the shorter blonde girl.

“Mr… Jean… Kirstein, is it?” she asked softly as she read his driver’s license. “I didn’t think that you’d have a car.”

“I don’t. My friend, Marco, always lets me hitch a ride with him.” he wasn’t quite sure why he said what he said, but it only added to his embarrassment and the girls’ entertainment. 

I should stop talking and leave. The poor boy was turning redder and redder from the nitpicking and the look his crush was giving him. Pathetic, it screamed, yet he couldn’t leave even if she was staring at him in disgust and disdain. He wasn’t sure if it was his innate determination, or the alcohol that was rooting him to his spot. Either way, he wasn’t leaving without her number or name.

“No money, no car… Scrub.” the blonde bitchy woman spoke once more in that stoic tone of hers, making the girls, including his crush, explode in laughter, while Jean hung his head, defeated.

Snatching his wallet back, he turned on his heel to return to his friends. Though he knew he was going to be the butt of the joke for the rest of the night, he wasn’t sure if he was prepared for that. Once he took one step away, he felt a soft hand wrap around his wrist.

“Hey.” a soft voice called out. Turning around, he came face to face with the gorgeous lady he failed to impress. Their closeness made him break out in a cold sweat while his heart started pounding wildly. “I’m Mikasa. Here’s a fake number. Have a nice night.” she stuffed a used napkin into his palm, smiling meekly before urging him to go.

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“Jean Kirstein!”

Proud smiles were painted upon his friends’ faces as they chanted his name once he reached their table. After a seemingly intense quest for a phone number, their dear friend was able to finally get what he came for.

Flashing the napkin with her number on it, he bowed cockily and grinned, while his friends applauded and patted his shoulders.

“Next round’s on me!” Connie exclaimed, standing up and making his way to the bar while his friends’ cheers got louder.

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Upon closing the door behind him, he sighed heavily and removed his jacket. It was nice to finally get some fresh air and silence after spending hours at the stuffy and noisy club. Though he doesn’t remember much of it due to the countless shots and drinks they’ve had, he remembers that it ended up with him and Reiner carrying their mates out of the club and escorting them home.

He haphazardly threw his jacket on the coat rack, making the contents of his pockets fall out. Cussing, he bent down to pick up the contents– keys, coins, toothpicks… and a used napkin.

“Why the hell would I bring home a used napkin?” he muttered as he unfurled it. Seeing that there was a phone number and the name “Mikasa” scribbled on it, a lightbulb went off in his head and he recalled his long, embarrassing quest for the beautiful woman’s number. Though she emphasized that it was a fake number, he still found himself entering the digits into his phone and pressing “call”. Perhaps he had too much to drink.

After a few rings, he was starting to believe that it was indeed a fake number, making him heave a heavy sigh. Just when he was about to hang up, his call was entertained and he heard the most beautiful voice in the world greet him with a shy giggle.

“I thought you’d never call, scrub.”

[prettiestsupersoldier]

A Night Under The Stars

AN:My high school proms theme was ‘A Knight Under The Stars’ *stage whispers* because our mascot was a knight so I hella ripped them off. also you know the normal shit I suck at writing. Alt title ‘Apparently the only word i know is and’

“Go to prom with me doll.”

You were sitting in the hall finishing up the rest of an English paper when he had sat himself directly in front of you.

“Excuse me?” You looked up at the boy sitting cross legged before you. His hair was a mess from his motorcycle helmet. He was breathing hard from running up the few flights of stairs to get from the parking lot to you. But overall he was still as gorgeous as he always was.

“Go to prom with me.” He said again giving you a thousand watt grin.

“That’s it Barnes? No extreme prom-posal, no giant teddy bear or flowers?” You try to sound offended but you can’t keep the smile from your lips.

“You and I both know you ain’t one for extremes doll.” He says inching closer to you so your knees are cased in under his long legs. “ But I did bring lunch to sweeten the pot.” He says leaning over to his backpack to grab the bag of food. He had gone all the way to your favorite restaurant 45 minutes away from your school just to bring you lunch. You couldn’t help the smile that quickly spreading across your face.

“You skipped Spanish didn’t you?” You ask as he finishes pulling the food out.

“Tal vez.” He says as he hands you a container of food and a snapple.

“I don’t know…” you say leaning back against the lockers behind you. “There’s a really good movie on the same night that I really don’t wanna miss.” You bring your hands up to your chin in a mock gesture of consideration.

He pulled you further into him, your legs straddling either side of his hips, his arms wrapped around your waist. He peppers your face with kisses starting at you cheek, then down to your neck and back up to your nose. You can’t help the giggles that spill from your lips as his scruffy chin tickles you. He’s looking into your eyes now and his blue eyes stop your giggles immediately.

“What?” You ask nervously.

He smiles at you before leaning forward to capture lips in a kiss and you melt into it, kissing him back just as fast as he leaned in to kiss you.

You and Bucky weren’t dating, you both liked each other a lot and openly flirted back and forth, but there was nothing ( besides the dozen or so kisses you had shared over the past 3 months ) that had indicated to you that he wanted to be in an actual relationship with you.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He kisses your lips one more time before he slides from underneath you.

“Can’t wait Doll.” He says with a wink.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” You slam your face into the desk before you and sighed heavily.

“Ow.” You muttered into the desk.

“Stop doing that!” Natasha yells as she pulls your head up and lays her jacket where it had just been to prevent you from slamming it again.

“You’re gonna go to prom with him and look amazing that’s what you’re gonna do.”

“But how? My dad hates Buck there is no way my dad will let him come to get me.”

“I hate when you don’t put that pretty little head on your shoulders to use. You have 3 friends who are going to prom.” There’s a pause as she waits for it click in your head. “You have 3 houses you can get ready at.” she adds and you still don’t get it.

“Oh my fuc- James can pick up from any of those 3 houses.” She’s staring at you expectedly.

Your eyes shoot open when it clicks and she must know you get it because your eyes have gone comedically wide.

“TASHA PLEASE LET ME GET READY AT YOUR PLACE!” You give her the best set of puppy dog eyes that you can manage.

“I’m gonna say no if you don’t stop making that dumb face.”

“Tasha please!” you whine at her.

“I’d be a horrible friend if I said no after giving you such a great idea.”

“I could kiss you right now.” You jump up to hug her, but she holds her hand flat in front of you.

“I don’t want gross Bucky germs.”

Your parents weren’t entirely thrilled that you didn’t get ready for prom at home, but you promised to take loads of pictures for them. So you packed all the stuff you need for tonight. Your dress and shoes, the makeup you would need, extra clothes and shoes, because you had no plans to sleep in your prom dress this night.

When you made it to Natasha’s house the first thing you did was text Bucky.

“You guys are disgusting.” She yelled at you from her bathroom.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said as you smiled down at your phone.

Buck: Can’t wait to see you tonight doll. You’re gonna look great.

“That! That’s what I’m talking about that doofy grin on your face.”

You tried to stop the smile that was plastered on your face, but it just wouldn’t go away. Your cheeks hurt from smiling but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“What if he brings his motorcycle?” Natasha asked from inside of her closet.

Y/N: Please tell me you aren’t bringing the bike?

Buck: 😉 see you soon doll.

Y/N: Bucky!! promise me you aren’t.

He didn’t bring the bike. Thank goodness. You don’t know if you would have forgiven him  if he ruined your dress and hair with that bike. The car he rented wasn’t crazy like the bright red Escalade monstrosity that Tony had pulled up in. Instead it was a matte black Infiniti and a part of you wonder what the hell he was thinking but the smile on his face when he had jumped out of the car was enough to stop all the questions you had.

You did as you told your parents you would and took loads of pictures. Pictures that ranged from you and Natasha putting your makeup on to you and her eating chips in full makeup and prom gowns.

But your favorite by far, was a picture your parents would probably never see. It was a candid that Sam had taken on his phone. You were seated on the stairs your head titled back in laughter as he stood above you, in his all black tuxedo, his eyes crossed just so, his hands in front of him like a dinosaur, with his mouth wide open showing off his bright artificially blue colored tongue. The second Sam had sent it to your phone you made it your phone’s background.

You and Bucky left the house first, to your surprise. Him insisting that you needed to have dinner before you arrived at prom, but then he got on the freeway and you knew you wouldn’t be going to prom that night.

“So where are we really going?” You asked after you had been on the freeway for about 15 minutes.

“It’s a surprise. Are you mad that we aren’t going?”

“Of course not,” You really weren’t. What would you be possibly missing out on? Drunk and/or high students, loud music, sex in bathroom stools, far too cramped room, sweaty musty bodies pressed together? Pass. “Wish you would have told me before I squeezed into this dress though.” You gave him a reassuring smile as you leaned forward to take your shoes off.

“Well I’m sorry for that, but I hope that this night makes up for it.” He looked over at you for a split second before his eyes were back on the road ahead.

He drove on the freeway for another hour and a half. The entire time you both sang along to whatever cheesy song played on the radio. Occasionally he would sneak glanced at you from the corner of his eye. Watching the way your hair flowed from the breeze of the open window.

God you were perfect and he hoped upon hope that he didn’t ruin this night. He hadn’t really thought this completely through but you, apparently, trusted him to take you almost 2 hours away from the planned destination and that was already more than he expected.

When the car finally stopped and Bucky had opened your side of the car door your eyes immediately shot up to the sky. The stars were brighter than you had ever seen them back in the city and the moon was full and glowing reflecting perfectly off the water in front of you. It was picturesque and you wondered briefly if that was what being in a horribly romantic comedy was like.

“The beach.” You whispered in awe and he patted himself on the back.

“I was thinking we could spend the night under the stars.” He tried to sound as confident as possible when he said it but there was a real and heavy fear in the pit of his stomach that you would still say no.

“I mean or we could just have dinner and drive back.”He offered after you didn’t reply quickly enough for him.

“I mean it’s whatever you want to do.” He was making an absolute fool of himself and he couldn’t keep his mouth closed.

“An entire night under the stars?” You questioned.

“If that’s what you want doll then yes.” You didn’t sound like you wanted to leave so that was a good sign.

“I don’t want sand in my butt though.”

He had not taken the sand into consideration when he planned this. He vaguely remembers hearing Steve’s voice muttering some warning about sand. It is far too late to think about blankets and towels now and he slaps his hand against his forehead a little to roughly.

“But we can sleep in the car right?” You ask when you move his hand away from the bright mark on his forehead.

“Of course.” He replies as he laces your fingers together.

“Then yes. I’d love to spend a night under the stars with you.”

The first thing that he insisted on doing was walking along the empty shoreline and you sure weren’t gonna complain. It was a warm night and when the breeze came carrying the water from the sea with it you were more than content.

The conversation that was had flowed more easily then Bucky had imagined it would under this now intimate environment. He pictured a more awkward  scenario where you both stumbled over your words and tripped over each other, but that never happened and it was perfect

It’s your stomach growling that snaps Bucky from his thoughts

“I forgot to grab the food out of the car! I’ll be right back don’t move!” He jogs towards the car then turns around abruptly.

“I mean you can move if you want. Just don’t go too far. I mean run if there’s danger bu-”

“Bucky, food please.”

“Right! I’ll be right back.”

He took off in the direction of the car scrambling to unlock it. He mentally beat himself up for not grabbing his backpack when you had first arrived. Scolding himself even further for having to leave you on a dark and empty beach by yourself.

When he makes it back to you, you’re sitting in the sand further away from the water drawing small circles in the sand, your knees tucked under you, and he thinks you’ve never looked better.

“I’ve come bearing gifts!” He says as he seats himself besides you.

“My hero.” You joke at him.

He wills himself not to blush at that and fails.

“I never took you for such a romantic, Barnes.”

You’re sitting in front of a tiny fire pit, not nearly big enough to give off significant heat, but it’s perfect for roasting marshmallows for s’mores, watching him slowly and carefully twirl the chop stick what the marshmallows are speared on.

“What can I say you bring out the best in me.”

“So I was thinking.”

“That’s never good. The last time you thought something Sam ended up on a roof.”

He beamed remembering how easy it was to trick Sam into the makeshift catapult to then be launched haphazardly onto the roof of Tony’s apartment.

“That was justified even the fire department laughed.”

“Still not justified.”

“Whatever you say doll.”

He clears his throat before he begins again. “I was thinking about something really important though. Something I wanted to talk to you about for a few months now, but I wasn’t sure if I should then Steve yelled at me for 3 hours because I was missing too much Spanish class running to get us lunc-”

“Bucky?” A hundred and one things go through your mind when he starts to ramble and not one of them is positive.

He keeps his eyes downcast at the gooey white marshmallow-y mess in his hands before he takes a deep breath and looks you square in the eyes, his icy blue ones meeting your warm bright ones. Looking at you like this under the light of the moon and stars is so unbelievably intimate to him and he wants to chicken out. There’s a voice on the inside telling him that this is so stupid and you could do so much better than him and he wants to listen to it so bad. But there’s an even louder more demanding voice, Natasha’s voice, telling him to get his shit together. So he does. He takes one more deep breath in and when he breaths out the words come tumbling off his lips.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

You almost choke on graham crackers and chocolate.

“What?” You’re dumbfounded. You liked Bucky a lot but never had you ever thought he wanted to be in a relationship with anybody let alone you. He didn’t seem to ever wanna be tied down.

“Will you b-”

“Yes!” It’s loud and screechy but you don’t care, can’t care. Not now, not when the person you have wanted to be yours for months now has finally asked you to be his. Maybe later when you’re telling Natasha the story will you pretend it went smoothly and you were calm, but now? Now you are to happy to care about how flushed your face is, how shaky your hands are.

“Doll, C’mere.” He can’t stop the smile that is threatening to split his face in half as he scoots the already small distance over to you.

“Girlfriend?” He asks and the smile on his face gets impossible bigger and his eyes are crinkling at the edges and you can tell that he’s just as happy as you are.

“Boyfriend.”

“I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Before you can reply his lips are on yours in an instant. Compared to all the other kisses you and he had shared this one is different. It’s not rushed and sloppy like the first few you had and it’s not drawn out or hidden like the more recent ones. It’s perfect and slow and sweet and it’s everything to you.