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serendipetite · 2 years

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Anonymous Requested:

Hi, may I request a roommate!friend!Jungkook x reader fluffy imagine, please? Where the reader and Jungkook were having a movie night.

The reader let him choose the movie and he chooses a scary one. 😕 The reader knew they'd get scared but didn’t say anything because they didn't want to seem like a coward in front of their crush (JK). 😌

When it's time to sleep, the reader is super scared and just can't stop overthinking, seeing shadows as people, hearing weird noises, etc. They go to Jungkook's room wanting to be comforted and cuddled. Not knowing this was Jungkook's plan this whole time. 🤫

hi lovebug!! i am so sorry!! i tried replying to this message, but right as i clicked to do so, internet cut out. thankfully i copied your message before it was eaten up, but i apologize so much for this and for the delay in my response. i love this suggestion and i was so excited to write it, and i genuinely sat down like six different times trying to do so, but honestly wasn’t happy with it and would have to restart. i didn’t want to post it and share it until i’d gotten it as perfect as i could for you. thank you so much for your patience and your understanding. i’m sorry it’s taken me so long! please enjoy <3

author’s note: i think i am incapable of writing any jungkook fic in which a pillow fight or a tickle fight does not take place. also i took a bit of liberty with a little bit of this because i can’t write jungkook being anything other than a perpetual sweetheart 99.9% of the time lol

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It was okay that the two of you were so different. It didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t like he was going to look down on your for not wanting to watch a scary movie. If anything, he’d probably have just teased you a little and let you go. So then why did you have to get so damn competitive and force yourself to sit through the entire thing, despite how sick it made you feel? Now here you were, alone in your room, in the dark. And even though you knew the noise you were currently hearing was just the ice maker in the freezer, you still felt your heart clench in your chest.

You grabbed for your phone on the nightstand in some attempt to try to distract yourself. Maybe your coloring app would help, or that one silly game with the pizzas. But as you clicked around your phone, you found that nothing was helping. Your mind was a jumbled mess of anxiety. Every little shadow in your room seemed to move. Finally, you tossed your phone aside and scurried to Jungkook’s room.

He made this mess, he could fix it.

Of course it’d be a horror movie. Of-fucking-course. You inwardly groaned as Jungkook queued up the movie, already grabbing one of throw pillows from behind you to cuddle. You had half a mind to retreat to your bedroom, put on a light, happy romcom on your laptop and drown out the noises you knew would be coming from the living room with some good old Ryan Reynolds; but there was no way you could retreat with your tail between your legs like that. Besides, there was some little part of you that was determined to show Jungkook just how tough you were.

About six months into him moving in, you’d realized that the butterflies you felt in your stomach weren’t just symptoms of indigestion, but rather a crush. A horrible, awful, inconvenient little crush. You told yourself it’d pass, that if you just thought about something else, it’d eventually go away. It was now going on a year since Jungkook had moved in, and you were hopelessly, helplessly in love with him.

So, of course, there was a little part of you that needed to stick out the movie, to show him just how tough you really were. Jungkook wasn’t afraid of anything. He even went bungee jumping on his last birthday - backwards and upside down. You were scared of amusement park rides that went faster than the carousel. You needed to prove yourself to Jungkook. After all, not long after having discovered your crush in the first place, had you discovered your crush presented as intense competitiveness. You were going to watch this stupid horror movie, anxiety and fears be damned.

Ten minutes into the movie, and you were trying your best not to let it affect you. You didn’t hide your head in Jungkook’s shoulder, or bury your face in one of the throw pillows. You didn’t even scream at the jumpscares. Instead, you steeled your jaw and sat as still and as straight as you could, hoping just get through it in one piece. Jungkook looked at you confusedly, eventually wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to his side.

“Y/N? You good? You look tense.”

“Mmhmm. Just peachy.”

Jungkook chuckled, “Whatever you say.”

You were thankful for the arm around your shoulder, it’s weight a grounding presence reminding you that you were in your living room, safe and sound, with your roommate, best friend, and unrequited love, by your side. Your heart dropped to your stomach. So much for that grounding presence. You found yourself even more on edge, and it only got worse as the film continued on. Somehow, though, you managed to not give yourself away. And eventually, finally, it was over.

“So, what did you think?” Jungkook stood from the couch to stretch, and you let out a little sigh of relief you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in.

“Awesome. Loved it. I think I’m just gonna uh….head to bed.”

“You sure? We usually fix ice cream after movie night and have sundaes and watch sitcoms? You sure you don’t need something light and fun after that?”

You did. You desperately did. The thought of sundaes and sitcoms and Jungkook all sounded just heavenly, but you were still feeling very overwhelmed and you just needed to go to bed. You’d feel better after some sleep. You told Jungkok good night and headed to bed.

Once inside your room, you toed off your slippers and crawled under your covers, flicking off the lamp on your bedside table. It was dark. Too dark. Everything was shadows and you couldn’t help the way your heart began to pick up. Stupid Jungkook and his stupid horror movie. You tossed and turned, trying in desperate attempts to get comfortable enough to relax and get some rest. But every little sound, bump, and squeak coming from the other parts of the apartment made the hair on the back of your neck stand on in. Why had you ever agreed to that stupid horror movie? You should have just gone to your room. You should have told Jungkook you weren’t comfortable. Why did you always have to be so damn competitive all the time? Just because Jungkook was fearless, didn’t mean you had to be.

You still slept with your stuffed animals. If it hadn’t burnt out the other night, there would be a night light plugged into the outlet across from your bed. Your pajamas had bunnies on them. Jungkook, on the other hand, wore black oversized hoodies and heavy clompy boots. He had nine piercings in one ear alone and an arm completely covered in black, heavily inked tattoos. He went bungee jumping for fun and you were certain the word ‘fear’ wasn’t even in his vocabulary.

He made this mess, he could fix it.

You raised your fist and knocked on his door. You could hear the sound of him setting his headphone set down, the sound of his bed creaking. Finally, the door opened and he stood there with his head titled to the side.

“Hi.”

“Uh…what’s up?” He asked, his brow creasing.

“This is all your fault, Jeon!”

“Excuse me?”

“You put on that stupid, awful horror movie and now I can’t sleep because there’s all these shadows and noises and I can’t sleep and….”

“Whoa, whoa, hold on,” Jungkook held up his hands, “You’re this freaked about the movie? But you were so stoic during it.”

“Yeah, no. I was just….trying not to show how freaked out I was. But now I can’t sleep and my room is freaking me out and can I just crash here tonight?” The words jumped out of your mouth before you could stop them. Why oh why had you just asked that? You and Jungkook? Sleeping in the same bed? Yeah, that wasn’t going to just complicate things even more….

“Okay.”

Wait….what?

“A-are you serious?”

Jungkook just shrugged, already walking back over to his bed and arranging the pillows so you’d have a side. “My cuddles have a reputation for curing most ailments, Y/N.”

“Cocky.”

Jungkook choked and your face reddened as you approached his bed, cautiously slipping under his covers. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair before settling in beside you.

“Can I….cuddle you?”

“Well it’s your damn fault I can’t sleep, so it’s the least you can do.”

Jungkook chuckled, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you against him. You laid there on your side, your back pressed to his chest as he began to softly play with your hair. It was soothing, comforting. Soon, you were forgetting all about that stupid movie, focusing only on the feeling of his fingers in your hair.

“Y’know….it’s okay to get freaked out by horror movies, Y/N. You should have just told me you were scared.”

“You would have made fun of me,” you pouted.

“Of course,” Jungkook snickered, “But I would have also understood. Can I tell you a secret?”

You bit your lip, nodding.

“I get freaked out by them too.”

“What?” You turned to face him, propping up on your elbow, “But….you chose the movie! And you love bungee jumping and scary roller coasters and you have nine piercings in one ear and….”

“Y/N,” Jungkook put a firm hand on your shoulder, stilling you, “What do any of those things have to do with anything? Yeah, I like bungee jumping and roller coasters and I have piercings and my tattoos and all that, but that doesn’t mean scary movies don’t scare me. Honestly, I was in here listening to music trying to take my mind off the movie too.”

“But…you picked it.”

Jungkook lowered his gaze, gnawing at his bottom lip in a way you knew meant he knew he was in trouble.

“Jungkook….”

“It was Tae’s idea!”

“What was Tae’s idea?”

Jungkook groaned, flopping over onto his back and covering his face with his hands, “Tae suggested I pick a horror movie for tonight so you’d be all scared and cuddly and clingy and maybe we could finally do something about these feelings we have for each other, and it was stupid and awful and I never should have done it….”

“Tae….wanted you to purposefully scare me….so I would have to cuddle you for comfort….because….he wants us to….what?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Wait. Are you serious? I can’t even think about the second part of that sentence, Jeon, because I’m too busy focused on wanting to smack you for what you did! Who even does that? How does Tae even think of these things….”

“Well….” Jungkook lowered his hands from his face, turning to you with a sheepish little smile, “....it did work, didn’t it?”

“Oh you are so dead!” You grabbed for your pillow.

“Wait wait wait wait wait,” Jungkook held up his hands in surrender, “The person you should be mad at is Taehyung, right? I mean, this was his master plan….”

“Taehyung is an ass. I love him, but he is an ass. I know he is an ass because he comes up with schemes like that. You, however, apart from the behavior you displayed tonight, are not an ass. Ergo,” you pointed a finger in his face, “you are the one I am mad at.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened to their peak pleading, puppy form, “Wait wait wait wait! Before you do anything, you should know I only went along with it because I really just wanted to cuddle you and comfort you and I never would do anything to actually cause you any kind of anxiety, if I had known it’d freak you out so much and genuinely scare you like this, I never would have….” Jungkook was already scrambling, scootching up the bed and bracing himself with his own pillow.

You smacked him with the one in your hand, right in the stomach. Jungkook let out an “oof” before having the nerve to look genuinely surprised.

“What? Didn’t think I’d actually do it?”

“Not really, no,” Jungkook let out a surprised chuckle as you dramatically swept a strand of hair from your forehead.

“Don’t underestimate me, Jeon.”

“Never.”

The genuineness to his voice on that “Never” sent a chill down your spine. You lowered the pillow in your hand you were preparing to hit him with again.

“Are you really sorry you did it?”

“Yes. I’d never want to genuinely scare you, Y/N. If anything, I want to protect you. I should never have agreed to Tae’s plan.”

“Anything else you have to say for yourself?”

Jungkook titled his head to the side a tick, furrowing his brow as if thinking very hard. You didn’t even see it coming when he smacked you in the arm with his pillow he’d been secretly brandishing.

“Oh you are so dead!”

“Bring it!!”

Soon, it was all out war in the apartment. You and Jungkook proceeded to somehow take the pillow fight from the bed to the entire rest of the apartment, chasing one another around, jumping onto the couch, racing through the kitchen, and eventually you found yourself cornered in the bathroom. You were both red-faced and giggling when you dropped your pillow and held your hands up in surrender. Jungkook bit his lower lip, looking sympathetic before wrapping his arm around you in a headlock and gently smacking the top of your head with his pillow.

You were both still laughing when you realized, though he’d released you from your headlock, he still had his arm around your shoulder. You were both looking into each other’s eye, still giggling from your fight, shoulders heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

“You’re such an asshole,” you said with nothing but fondness in your voice.

Jungkook gave you a lopsided smirk, “And what are you going to do about it, Y/N?”

Before you could stop yourself or second-guess, you grabbed him by his hoodie strings, yanked him down to your level, and kissed him. His hand came up to gently cup your jaw and even though you were both a disheveled wreck, standing in the middle of your tiny bathroom, everything about the moment felt perfect.

When you broke away, Jungkook tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear as he said, “I’m so fucking glad you did that, Y/N. I can’t even tell you how many times I wanted to do that, but I was too afraid to.”

“But….you go bungee jumping backwards and upside down.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook just ticked his head to the side, “And no amount of bungee jumping or scary rollercoasters can compare to showing you my heart, Y/N. I was so worried you wouldn’t feel the same. I was so terrified to put myself out there. You’re braver than me, Y/N. So, so much braver.”

You pulled him down for another kiss.

“Perhaps,” you couldn’t help but smile, “But if you ever make me watch another horror movie ever again, Jeon….” you smacked him once more on the arm with the pillow - hard - before racing back to his room, with Jungkook hot on your heels.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #bts imagine #bts imagines #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook au #jungkook rooommates au #bts fic #bts fics

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jalebi-weds-bluetooth · 2 years

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HELLO JELEBI😊, I really like your "white lie" short stories❤️

I sent two asks about a week ago bt I think Tumblr ate them🙂. Sadly I forget those asks🥺. Bt i come with another one. After khushi's birthday Arnav tried very hard to pacify khushi. Did he think khushi was angry bcz of forgetting her birthday?? Bcz I think khushi was sad & angry with Arnav for the mention of contract marriage and Arnav's brutal behavior. On the other hand, Arnav never looked tense that Khushi could be sad for his behavior, actually he almost forgot his nonsense behavior. Moreover he blamed khushi that she wanted to end their marriage.😑 He acted like Khushi is only responsible for this, never realized that it was him who brought the contract thing again at a very sensitive time. Whatever the real intention was, Arnav should really apologize to her saying the real reason of bringing the contract word bt he never did😒.

Well, it seems like I create a mess in ur ask box😬. Actually it's quite hard for me to come up all these chaotic situations🌚

HELLO ANON

Thank you so much for loving my short story <3

Wait until 18th April - my replies are queued to 2 posts a day so if you don't see your asks answered by 20th April (the latest) then shoot me another message :)

I think you've answered half of your question yourself! Of course Khushi is reeling with deep pain inflicted by his words and bringing up the contract.

I feel there was a lot of writing disconnect in those episodes cause they'd bring up big things in conversations and then abruptly switch tracks leaving us scratching our heads.

I was also surprised that Arnav couldn't fathom why Khushi was so upset right after he'd insulted the proximity, intimacy and nature of their relationship by bringing up the contract. We had Arnav going "Khushi I'll fix everything" and then... him doing absolutely nothing about it.

Out of context the birthday and 24 hours challenge is amazing to watch. In context I felt there were many pages missing in the script that would show motivations. I think people didn't want Arnav-Khushi to separate so they haphazardly brought the two back on screen and didn't have Arnav go through a redemption track?

That's just conjecture - I don't know if that was true.

Listen, this is the same man who tortured himself to say one sorry - I don't think he'd go all "oh no why are you sad" when he's shown as one who remembers what he tells anyone in the heat of anger.

So... I'd rule it down to bad writing/execution.

Or we go by the explanation that Arnav is an extremely callous person and expects Khushi to not take his hurtful words seriously because she should know he never means anything he says in a fit of anger - even if those words hurt her. And because Arnav forgives himself in his head and by explaining his deeds to himself in his head, he promptly expects everything to be ok the next day.

Which is weird considering otherwise in IPK, anything Arnav has done has had emotional repurcussions and they deal with it one way or the other regardless of Arnav's internal monologue. We had the whole sorry moment, we had Arnav attempting to apologize to Khushi after the cocktail party but she's literally disappointed by the fact that he begins his apology with a 'perhaps', we have Arnav make use of the one phone call he gets to Khushi instead of police to apologize to her for hurting her during the kidnapping. So I don't know why when they could use an apology, they didn't and they cut into humor without getting rid of some very problematic things established.

And rather it feels like Arnav is deluding Khushi into thinking she's overreacting for something huge by constantly telling her "Khushi what's wrong, hey I'm there for you, Khushi is something off?, oh no Khushi is it so easy to break our marriage?" when he has broken her heart so easily a few days ago.

So yeah, bad execution and blind writing :)

Best,

- Jalebi <3

#no ASR isn't one to grovel #ask #about arnav #ipkknd #anon #I have a lot of thoughts about that particular segment #ARNAV's SORRY HAS USUALLY BEEN BEAUTIFULLY SHOWN IN THE SHOW #but the one time they had to #we don't need him groveling #we needed something called character growth #don't make him monologue for the audience #grrrrrrr

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gwyynbleidd · 2 years

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guess who’s back --

It’s me, your not-so-friendly tumblr dickhead. At the time of this being thrust onto your dash, I’ve got some posts queued up. They should last until Monday (running at 3 per day). This way I hope I can give myself time to catch up on the rest. An announcement will be made once I’ve finished all the drafts I still have muse for. If you don’t see our thread after I make that post, I sadly didn’t have the creative cojones to give you something decent in response. Frankly, if I don’t think I can deliver something of substance, I’d rather not force a reply out of myself. It’s for your benefit, trust me. Once all that’s done, I’ll work on getting the profile pages up for those anime muses I added way back when. And, of course, I’ll be accepting new threads. I plan on doing my best this year to allot some time every day (or every other day) to dedicate to writing. Also happy birthday to me, ha! (I’ll be spending today offline but will do more drafts, if time allows, at the end of the day)

#( ooc ) / * announcements .#ps: please be patient as i get my writing back on track #. so far its been a lot of me questioning verbiage etc lol #( queue ) / * afk .

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nkhrchuwuya · 2 years

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so first of all, congrats on 500+ followers (and of course, to 500 more from now on!) <3 and a big thank you for feeding the community and by community i mean me haha - gets shot; since you always do so much for everyone and the other nonnie was kind enough to bring up the idea here are some headcanons for you and chuchu (excuse my rusty ass writing though, i haven't written in months and i really need to dust off my skills haha)

• chuuya would absolutely adore how knowledgeable you considering how he barely ever has time to read a book or even buy any so whenever he gets to spend time with you, he truly delights in leaning back against the pillows with you snuggled against his front, one arm around your waist while you’re reading to him. he swears that nothing is more relaxing (only in his head though because like hell he’s going to say such an embarrassing thing out loud)

• just like you, chuuya sometimes lets his emotions get the better of him. sometimes everything just gets too much all at once, sometimes it’s just so hard to even breathe and he just — needs to get away from it all, preferably with you. so it won’t be all too rare for him to drive you home on his motorcycle, just to suddenly swerve and go the other way round. you don’t ask and he doesn’t tell and sooner than later you find yourself on an outskirt overlooking the city. neither of you talk when you sit down on the grass and let the wind ruffle your hair because sometimes this is all you both need.

• he’s so torn between admiring your talent when it comes to taking photography, your patience with finding the perfect angle and light and your preferred motive to eternalise - him - and his horror over how he sometimes looks in your photos because dear god, does he really sleep like that? and did you really have to take a photo of him while he has terrible bed hair (his opinion)? he may end up nagging you a little too much at times, thinking that it’s in good sport - just to wake up to his bedroom plastered with photos of his nightmare personified next day because revenge is sweet (dazai, i’m obviously talking about dazai here)

- that’s all for now, i’ll go back to my grave lol

oh my gosh no way 😭 i woke up to this notif?? i queued the previous one up last night but then i wake up to another one?? you guys really spoil me 😭 thank you so much!! it's my greatest pleasure to be able to feed you guys with chuu content and im so so glad you like the food 🥺

just cuddling on the bed while absorbing the shit out of a book, that's literally the best thing right now 😭 i hope he doesn't mind that i'm going to end up rambling about stuff esp if it's one that's really piqued my interests… really going to test his patience in this one hahaha

that just makes sense for chuuya too, you really pinned that down so well! maybe not a word, maybe just a "screw it" or "wait" as he drives out to the hillside… as much as i love adventuring with chuu, i'd love to spend quiet moments with him like this too, you really captured it so well aaaaah

i'm crying at the banter in this one though cause 😂 i WOULD. i am totally not below doing that how did you know 😂 but i also want to give him a little collection of photographs (embarrassing or not) maybe on his birthday or on an anniversary and aaaah just eternalising affection for chuuya yes!!

thank you again so much!! you did such a wonderful job with these ones i feel so seen 😂 i hope you have a wonderful chuuya-affection filled day, you've been a light to my morning today!

#loveis-destructive #asks #chuucee #happy asks #HNNNNNN im so 🥺🥺#i woke up and i thought it was another request but when i scrolled down i was so surprised #u guys are so nice to me ;u; thank you so much

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filantestar · 3 years

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interview tag uwu

rules: answer the questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better!

tagged by the incomparable @ocheeva, it's an honor. :) I'm sorry it took me a while to fill this out. And hello!

- nickname: Is it weird that my nickname is more like my "work name?" My friends and family just call me by my full name or first and middle.

- pronouns: she/her, they/them

- star sign: Aquarius

- height: 160-ish cm on a good day

- time currently: 12:30

- when is your birthday: 10 February

- favorite bands/groups: Panic! At the Disco and The Cranberries were honestly the first groups that popped in my head. I also like Against the Current at PVRIS. And Nirvana is a staple.

- favorite solo artists: Uh...the most recent ones in my music history are Sufjan Stevens and girl in red.

- song stuck in your head: The Mii Channel music, because I have to think so much to answer these

- last movie watched: I re-watched Moonlight last night

- last show you binged: Probably Supergirl in preparation of the final season (in case my reblogging activity hasn't queued anyone in lol). Also Shadow and Bone

- when you created your blog: I made this Tumblr in 2012, good lord.

- last thing you googled: I was boring and looking for possible new jobs. Who does that on the weekend? Me.

- other blogs: None other, but I do have a Pillowfort under the same name.

- why you chose your url: Partly from my own name, and also partly due to a character Otozuki Kei played way back when. I still love Takarazuka. :)

- do you get asks: Rarely, but I don't really mind. Also, I know the messaging system is wonky, so I honestly have no idea if I'm getting asks and never seeing them.

- how many people are you following: 318

- how many followers do you have: 703. I need to be better about following people back, I'm sorry :(

- average hours of sleep: I'm proud to say 7 hours on average, but that's mainly due to the fact that I have sleep apnea and my doctor can track how much I'm sleeping via my CPAP, and I don't want a stern talking-to from her.

- lucky number: 4 and 7

- instruments: I was a timpanist and I also play the mandolin.

- what I’m currently wearing: Comfy lounge shorts and the ol' university t-shirt

- dream job: Actually, I'm happy to share that I'll be moving to Dublin in the fall to pursue further education, so we'll see where that goes.

- dream trip: I don't have anywhere in mind, but a food tour anywhere sounds fun. Or a train trip.

- favorite food: I really love all kinds of food in an inhuman way, but if I had to choose one item, it would be buns. Any kind, bao, manapua, siopao, give them all to me.

- favorite song: One does not simply have a favorite song.

- top three fictional universes you’d like to live in: 1). Thinking about buns made me think the Jade Empire universe would be cool, after the Spirit Monk takes care of the whole Water Dragon thing. I also think the concept of the Celestial Bureaucracy is fantastic.

2). Any Studio Ghibli movie, because I need that tranquility and food in my life.

3). Probably something cyberpunk? Like, I guess the Cyberpunk franchise. Maybe not necessarily 2077, but definitely in the tabletop iterations.

TAGGING: Lol, I am not choosing 20, I'll just go with 5: @irishcoffeycake, @afragmentcastadrift, @wildbynature, @talkingfiction, and @joanofarchetype. Feel tree to ignore it, of course :)

#filante speaks #ocheeva #long post

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blutopaz15 · 3 years

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1, 3, 5 and 7 from the otp asks with Rayllum!!

I have #3 queued up in another ask :)

1, 5, and 7 below the cut

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

I think it’s obviously gotta be Callum, but if we’re not AU-ifying this, I would kind of reframe this as Callum just making absolutely sure that Rayla has everything she could possibly want/need, especially if we’re talking about teenaged rayllum in Katolis. I don’t think that either of them are particularly materialistic but I do think that royalty still comes with some trappings of luxury that Callum is more than generous with...perhaps downright insistent on sharing with Rayla.

I feel like it starts from a place of desperately wanting Rayla to be comfortable and feel at home in the castle, so everything Rayla even looks at...it’s hers. Rayla wants the bed by the window? Not even a question. Rayla stops in the hall to look a vase full of flowers? oh, look at that, a bouquet has appeared at her bedside. Rayla likes that muffin but not those muffins? suddenly all muffins in the castle are the kind Rayla likes.

But then, like, that shifts into outright gifts. Rayla is spoiled. The hem on Callum’s pajama top that she’s been borrowing starts to unravel? Suddenly Rayla has a new pair of pjs for every night of the week. Rayla mentions that she might like to write a letter to Ethari? a new stationary set appears on Callum’s desk for her. Rayla misplaced her whetstone? Here are three of the finest in Katolis to choose from.

also, now I’m sad thinking about Callum not getting to spoil Rayla for her 16th birthday. :’(

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

hehehehe, I have a little ficlet with a rayllum cooking mishap and a multichapter fic where they bake some moonberry surprise together in Katolis that this one makes me think of.

I think that honestly this one could go either way, because they both a) want to do nice things for each other and b) don’t want the other to be sad ever.

but also:

Imagine Rayla has a bad day and comes back to their little apartment (like could be their own private quarters in the castle or we can take this the modern au route too) and just wants to have dinner with Callum but it’s her turn to cook/he won’t be back til later so she has to cook, but then this happens and everything’s ruined and she’s just an upset, crying, pissed off mess when Callum comes home and finds her sitting on the floor in the kitchen. At first, she tries to insist that she’s this pissed off just because she burnt dinner, but then Callum gets to the bottom of it to hear about the rest of her horrible day before offering to take her out/send for food/get take out.

And then I want them to bake cookies together after Callum cleans up the kitchen bc I say so, that’s why. (:

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

Rayla.

PJs? CONFIRMED.

Scarf? No one can convince me that doesn’t happen all the dang time. (also until I am proven wrong, I refuse to shut up about my headcanon that she stole the scarf at the end of TTM. It’s just So! heartbreakingly sweet!!

Jacket? YES PLS. IMAGINE THE CUTE.

Let’s face it: Callum’s clothes are just a lot more steal-able than Rayla’s and Rayla, as cuddly/touchy-feely as she is...yeah, girly definitely wants to be all up in Callum’s business, and that absolutely involves a whole lot of clothes-stealing. And Callum, of course, does not mind one bit. :)

otp headcanons thing

#ask game #thanks for asking :)#anon asks #rayllum #otp headcanons #fic ideas #i've been feeling not very creative lately friends #but these are HELPING #and giving me IDEAS #THANKS #:D #gonna sleep now but I have a bunch of these in my inbox to distract myself with tomorrow too!!!!#will try to get all of the rest answered tomorrow :)

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rwby-grimm-guardians · 3 years

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RWBY Grimm Guardians Arc 3: Separated Union Ch 4

Side White II: Catching Up

Welcome back to Separated Union! Here is Side White II, which will have Weiss talk with Winter and Ruby, as well as catch up with them...albeit over the phone.

I decided to upload Side White II before Side Red II...for reasons you will see soon. Prepare for some Whiterose goodness! ^^

As usual, please give constructive criticism and enjoy.

Disclaimer: Still own nothing.

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(2: 30 PM)

“So…” Winter started. “I assume things are more or less positive on your end.” Weiss nodded, “More or less, yeah.” She sighed into the mic, “Dad’s still being a pain in the ass.” The heiress’s sister sighed in agreement, “When is he not?” “When he’s gone or asleep.” The younger of the sisters said. The oldest Schnee sibling snorted, “Nice comeback… Got that from your friends?” Weiss chuckled, “Something like that. Though Klein’s also been getting more vocal about his frustration.”

Winter nodded, “Good. He, like Mom, Whitley, and us, deserves better than our father and his shitty ‘ideals’.” “Couldn’t agree more.” The heiress sighed. After a few moments of silence, the eldest Schnee sibling asked, “I assume Mom isn’t doing well?” Weiss sighed again, “She struggles from time to time, but she’s trying…” “ Verdammte hölle… ” Winter growled. “That son of a fucker…” The middle sibling nodded, “Isn’t he? I swear, he’s getting close to getting himself killed.”

“That’d be wishful thinking.” Winter sighed. “At this point, he’s going to have to be arrested. Though, given his position, it’s...going to be hard to convince authorities of his crimes…” The heiress groaned, “Why does that not surprise me? So what now?” There was silence for a few moments, before Weiss said, “You don’t know, do you?” The heiress’s older sister sighed, “No idea… Hell, it’ll be a miracle if we actually get him arrested… Let alone sent to prison.”

“I could try to get you all out of there and under protection.” Winter suggested. Weiss sighed, “You know our father WILL find out. And he will do SOMETHING to get you into serious trouble.” The older of the two attempted to protest, “What happens to me doesn’t mat-.” The heiress, however, interrupted, “Of course it matters! You’re the only one who’s remotely safe from him!” “He WILL find out and get you in trouble...” Weiss explained. “If that happens, then what? He will make sure that you can’t even see us again.” There was silence on the other end of the scroll.

"Schwester , I know you want to make sure Mom, Klein, Whitley, and I are safe…” The heiress continued. “But I want you to be safe as well. And if our father finds out, then NONE of us will be safe....” Weiss bit her lip, “Please, Winter…” After another few moments, Winter gave a shaky sigh, “You….really ARE sounding like Mom…” The heiress lowered her head, “I’m sorry…” “It’s okay, Weiss…” The young woman said, wiping her tears. “I’m so proud, kleine schwester…. ”

Weiss was sure that Winter was feeling like she had failed at protecting her and Whitley, not to mention their mom and Klein, from Jacques. However, the heiress would reassure her that she was doing the best she could later. Right now, she needed to distract Winter with happier news. “So….I’m...thinking about confessing to someone…” Weiss said. The elder of the two hummed, still sniffling, “Oh yeah? Would it happen to be a certain red clad teenager?” The heiress sighed, “That obvious, huh?”

Winter gave a small smile, “A little. Though those girls have changed you for the better. Ruby, most especially.” Weiss paused, before nodding in agreement. Yang, Blake, and especially Ruby have helped her become someone...better. Someone she could be proud of… “So, how will you tell her?” The young woman asked her younger sister, a soft chuckle emerging as she heard Weiss panic in embarrassment.

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(9: 40 PM)

Weiss hummed into her scroll’s mic, “So, I assume you and Yang are doing well?” Her leader laughed, “Yeah, Yang’s been healing well. Both physically and emotionally. Blake’s calling her whenever she can to check up on her.” “Good!” The heiress said. “Is Gambol doing the same for Ember?” Ruby nodded, “Yeah. Though it’s...gonna be hard for them. Ember’s...been in a dark place since Beacon.” Weiss sighed, “I can’t blame her. Blake seemed to be having problems as well…”

“I assume...Pyrrha hasn’t returned yet?” The heiress asked carefully. She heard the younger teenager sigh over the scroll. “Still waiting. I’m sure Jaune is getting anxious...as is Nora and Ren.” Ruby said. Weiss nodded in agreement, “Nora and Ren saw her like a sister, right?” Ruby nodded, “Yeah. We know of Jaune’s relationship with her.” She then sighed, “Gods, I hope they get a second chance to express their feelings with one another.” “Agreed.” The heiress said. “Anything else on your mind?”

The red clad teenager nodded, before saying, “I’m...beginning to think Cres MIGHT.... MIGHT be my mom.” The older teenager froze. ‘ So, she’s piecing it together on her own… ’ She thought. ‘ Better late than never… ’ “I see. Have you asked her about it?” The heiress asked. The young leader sighed, “I feel like I might offend her. Tried once before and...well…” Weiss nodded, “Gotcha. Yeah, you might want to both get her to be in a good mood before doing that and tell her that you’re serious about it.”

“Besides, there’s no need to be in a rush yet.” She explained. “Take time to think about it if you need to.” Ruby nodded, before asking, “So, how’ve you been?” There was a groan, before the red clad teenager giggled, “That bad, huh?” “Like you wouldn’t believe. My father is a total saftsack .” The heiress said, growling. “The bastard is beginning to piss me off…” The young team leader nodded, “Certainly sounds like it… From what your mom has said, he’s...not a good person, is he?”

“Not even remotely…” Weiss sighed. “Mom began to have depressive episodes and return to alcoholism thanks to him…” She swore she could see Ruby’s shocked face, even over the scroll. “Are you serious!?” The young team leader asked. “That damn connard !” While the heiress didn’t understand Ruby’s native language, she could take a guess that the young leader shouted a swear word… Which, as far she was aware, was very unlike her. Then again….it had been several months…

It was possible that Weiss had forgotten… The heiress nodded, “That he is. Not sure how long Mom, our family butler, or my brother, let alone myself, can handle him for.” Ruby sighed, “Well…. Bad idea, but MAYBE you two could run.” Weiss choked on nothing; her own breath maybe… “Are you crazy!?” She asked, in a hushed whisper as to not wake the household. “We’ll be in more danger if we do that!” The young leader cringed a bit. She knew that reaction was coming.

“Maybe… But I’m sure your mom can find you two a safe way to join us.” The young leader suggested. There was silence for a few moments, queuing Ruby to sigh, “Weiss, you know I want you two to be safe, right?” The heiress nodded with a shaky breath, “I know…” “Then please trust me. The only way for you all to stay safe from your asshole father…” Her team leader started. “Is to GET the hell OUT of that mansion…and join either Yang and Ember or...Cres and I...”

Weiss stayed silent for another few moments, before saying, “I need to speak about it with Mom and Klein first…” Ruby nodded, “Of course, take your time, but please don’t wait too long.” “I know.” The heiress sighed. “You stay safe as well, okay?” The young leader nodded, “Of course! I have Mo-...Cres and Uncle Qrow to make sure of that. We’ll be arriving at an inn soon.” Weiss nodded, “Call me when you get the first chance tomorrow, please.” “Aw~. You care about my safety~.” Ruby teased.

“Dolt. I need to make sure you aren’t getting into danger as well.” The heiress blushed. Even after several months, she was still a bit of a tsundere. “I know.” Ruby grinned. “Call me when you get a chance too, alright? Please tell your mom and sister we said hi!” The heiress smiled, “I will. Good night.” “Night.” The young leader said, before the two hung up. Weiss then put her scroll down, sighing, “Damn it, Weiss. You had one job and you blew it.” She was annoyed that she couldn’t say three certain words to her partner...

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And that’s that. Yes, I know this didn’t have much, but in the show, I really wanted Weiss to reconnect with Ruby prior to Vol. 5. Same with Winter.

Though, I think I got Weiss’s thoughts down. Yes, Whiterose will be canon to this AU. Weiss just needs help confessing to Ruby.

Speaking of the young leader, Side Red II was out for Ruby’s birthday (October 31st)! That’ll be posted tomorrow. See you then.

#weiss schnee #winter schnee #ruby rose #white rose #rwby #rwby au #grimm guardians au #rwby fanfiction

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leejeongz · 5 years

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Jealous Stray Kids

🤫oof thanks for requesting this honey!!! I hope you like it bc I really enjoyed writing it (weird comsidering it isn’t that good, Ik)🤫

Bang Chan:

Your name had left his mouth one too many times for Chan to compose himself anymore. He was having a conversation with one of the staff, yet all they wanted to talk about was you.

“You do know they have a boyfriend, right?” Chan asked passive aggressively. “And he probably wouldn’t like you saying these things about them”

“No, but whoever it is doesn’t deserve them” the guy replied. You and Chan were yet to out your relationship, everyone else thinking you were just close friends. “I was actually hoping you’d set me up with them, but I guess that’s off the table”

“Yeah” Chris replied, now more angry from the his previous statement. “You aren’t their type anyway” he spoke “they don’t like rude guys” just as he said it, you walked through the waiting room door. Chan came over to you and planted a kiss on your cheek. Who were you to argue with the sudden PDA?

“They’re mine, thank you. Please find someone else” Chan said to the guy he was talking to before. As the words left his mouth, the guy went red in the face but Chan had already turned around, all his attention now on you.

Woojin:

Woojin is a big jealous boy okay. When he saw you walking home from your evening class with “some guy” he’d grow angrier with every step you took closer to his house. And when he finally heard you knock at his door, you still accompanied by the guy, he’d take a deep breath, slap on a fake smile and welcome you both in warmly, secretly wanting to kill the other boy.

“Who’s this?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“Oh I’m Thomas, we go to class together. It was getting dark outside so I walked them home. Sorry, and you are?” Thomas asked politely.

Woojin look at you, waiting for you to proudly announce he was your boyfriend, which you did so immediately.

“Well, they are home now. Better get going, hadn’t you?” Woojin asked, wanting some alone time. He put his hand on the guys back and practically pushed him out the door.

“What the hell y/n? Why didn’t you tell him that you had a boyfriend before? Why did you say you wanted picking up, I would have come and picked you up you know?” He began to get angry. “Seems to me like you wanted this guy to fall in love with you” he added dramatically at the end, causing you to giggle and him to join in after a while, realising how petty he had just been.

Lee Know:

He rolled over in bed, finally awake enough to do so. His arm found its way over your middle and he pulled your back closer towards him. He peeped over your shoulder, seeing you were on your phone.

“Who are you talking to, babes?” He asked innocently.

You showed him the name on your phone.

“Ughhh, what does he want?” He rolled onto his back, removing his arm as soon as you showed him your phone.

“Does it matter?” You asked. He was a great friend and Minho had no need to be jealous anyway.

“Yes it does, I don’t want him to steal you from me, do I? Stop talking to him, I’m all you need, you know that.” He went back to his previous position, sprawled all over you, kissing you none stop.

“Stop it, Minho, he’s just a friend.” You said, pushing him away.

“Alright, for goodness sake I was only joking” he rolled his eyes and threw his back against the bed, knowing he’d fucked up but not wanting to admit it. “What were you talking about?”

”Perhaps... about your birthday. I thought you were asleep,” you turned to face Minho, who just wanted to apologise, but couldn’t find the right words.

Changbin:

“Y/n, you hold hands with Changbin and Chan” Felix said, sitting you all a circle ready to play a new game he created.

Changbin tried not to look at yours and Chan’s interlocked hands, knowing it would hurt him, yet he couldn’t stop himself. Every time he looked, he’d squeeze your hand harder. He wanted to be the only person to hold your hand, but he didn’t want to ruin the atmosphere. When no one was looking, during and after the game, he’d give you little kisses. Your cheek, your neck, your lips, your forehead, nowhere was safe from this jealous boy.

As the night of fun and games came to a end and you were just about to leave, Changbin asked if you wanted walking home. He wouldn’t let you say no.

On your walk home, your hands were comfortably in each other’s and this made you both so happy, but Changbin couldn’t help but think Chan has also been holding your hand earlier this evening.

“I hold hands better than Channie, right y/n?” He asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“For sure, my jealous baby boy” he thought he hid his jealousy well, evidently not.

Hyunjin:

An hour had passed since you and Hyunjin went public as a couple. You were really worried that they wouldn’t like you so you decided to stay offline for a bit. But Hyunjin didn’t.

“Y/n I think they all want to marry you, they keep calling you good looking and saying all this nice stuff and” you stopped his by putting a finger to his lips.

“Shh I think that just means they like me... or they’re being sarcastic...” you contemplated, taking your finger off his lips slowly and grabbing his phone.

“No they are being like... extra nice. Only I get to compliment you like this.” He added. You began to blush while looking at the comments. “And only I get to make you blush like that” he whined.

“Stop being a baby” you kissed him on the cheek. “You’re complaining because your fans like me?” You questioned while laughing.

“I’m jealous of stays?” It then started clicking in what had been coming out of his mouth. “Damn I really am a baby” he said “but I’m your baby” he grinned showing his gums straight in your direction while nestling his head into your neck and to say you fell in love with him even more was an understatement.

Han:

“They are really lovely girls Jisung, and it’s only 2 nights” you pleaded.

“I’m sure they are y/n, but you see them everyday, how often do you see me?” He complained back. He knew it was wrong to stop you from seeing your friends, but he was going to miss you so much, especially since you never really saw each other.

“True, but we can still call” you made a valid point.

“Without WiFi, yeah good one babe” you could tell it was now turning into an argument. An argument that you didn’t want to have. His tears started to well up.

“You do know that you can call without WiFi, Jisung. My dad reminds me of that everyday” he was dumbfounded. You’d won, but you were always going to win.

“Promise when I come back we can spend the whole week together?” You asked, his eyes began to dry. He couldn’t say no to you, not that he wanted to of course.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you” he put his hand on your shoulder. “Damn, shit just got deep” he joked, knowing that everything was going to be alright now you’d made your promise.

Felix:

“Felix, are you coming?” Hyunjin shouted, already in the the queue for the rollercoaster along with the others. You, Felix and Jisung were stood at the side, it was common knowledge that neither Jisung or you liked rollercoaster but Felix didn’t want to leave you alone. After all he’d be queuing for like 3 hours and then the actual time you spent together would be limited.

He wasn’t worried that Jisung might take you off him, just that he was going to be able to spend time with you.

“Come on!! You’ve wanted to go on this since it opened” Jeongin added.

He thought for a while. “Felix, it’s okay. Jisung’s not going to bite me... I don’t think. Go and have fun, I’ll still be here when you get back” you reassured him. He finally decided to leave you two, joining the line with the boys while you and Jisung went to another, less... vicious ride.

When you found the others, Felix wouldn’t leave your side. He’d be holding your hand and only talking to you, making sure that you were only talking to him too.

Seungmin:

With a huge smile on your face, you returned to your table at McDonald’s where seungmin had already made himself comfortable.

“Someone’s excited for a greasy burger” he said, a little suspicious of your behaviour.

“The guy behind the counter complimented me and now I’m happy, what a crime!” You said sarcastically.

He looked over to the guy behind the counter, even in the uniform he looked good, seungmin couldn’t deny.

“Do you think he’s cute?” He asked you.

“Pft no...” you turned around to look at him one more time, he wasn’t really that cute to you, but teasing seungmin was always fun.

“How about I go get you his number then? Set you up on a date with him. That would be cute. Not like you’re already taken” he sat back on his chair, folding his arms.

“Seungmin, I was only joking” you said, grabbing a handful of fries and throwing them at him jokingly.

“Cool” he responded, he’d been tricked, but lord knows he didn’t want to admit it.

I.N:

“Are you ready Jeongin? I don’t want to be late, she’s my best friend!” You shouted. Your best friends birthday party was coincidentally in the same week as Jeongin had off, so agreed to come with you. You didn’t want to be alone since you only knew your best friend otherwise.

You finally arrived and you immediately went over to give her a hug, Jeongin standing awkwardly beside you both.

“Happy birthday” he handed her the present to which she thanked him politely and continued to talk to you.

Jeongin, by this point, felt like the third wheel and he hated it. He just wanted you to talk to him but he knew you two had a lot catch up on so he stayed quiet. About 2 hours had passed and he’d mingled with all the strangers in her house. He finally found you, still with your best friend. It killed him to not be with you, especially when he felt so lonely.

“I think I’m gonna go home y/n, you clearly don’t need me here” he spoke, interrupting your conversation. “I hope you have a good birthday” and with that, he left without hearing your response.

(I’m soft for one (1) man and one (1) gif set)

Gifs aren’t mine

#stray kids #stray kids reaction #stray kids imagines #bang chan #woojin #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #felix #seungmin #i.n

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tsukishima44 · 5 years

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For you, I give my all

It’s Hizashi’s birthday in a month. After knowing the blonde for more than 10 years, he didn’t know what else to give for his wonderful birthday. A scandal gave him an idea though.

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1 month before H day

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‘It’s Zashi’s birthday soon’

THWACK!

‘What should I get for him this year?’

A sounding yell from the right.

‘Should I buy him another cake?’

“YOU FU-“

POW!

‘Maybe Mochi want to wear a suit again?’

“OUCH OUCH! FUCK! DAMN! YOU WIN LET GO!”

“Nope. Not until the police came”

‘We have groom suit last year’

“Eraserhead-san! Thank you for your work! Please leave him here and we will send the fee as usual”

He nodded. He looped his capture weapon into one of the streetlight and made his way back home.

‘Mermaid?’

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2 weeks before H day

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“Shota!!”

Aizawa looked up from Jirou’s work. He was very glad to see more black rather than red. Very refreshing or as refreshing as it could be for his dry eyes. Certainly better than Kaminari’s.

“What?”

His best friend of 15 years must have seen the happiness radiating from him. She casually slung her arm on his shoulders. She looked up, glancing right and left. Then she whispered.

“Have you find a present for your hubby?”

They have been married for more than 5 years and magically keep it quiet despite their jobs. Nemuri, Tensei, and Nedzu were the only people there and the only people knew about it.

“Nope. I was thinking about getting a cake”

“Cat cake?”

He nodded.

“And-“

“-Mochi catwalking in a suit”

Aizawa glared at her. Of course being best friend for years meaning understanding his circumstances.

“You shouldn’t make things easy to guess, honey”

“Don’t call me that!”

Nemuri moved out of the way when Aizawa’s hand about to slap her arm.

“Well you better search for something better because it’s two more weeks”

Aizawa huffed.

“I know, I know”

Nemuri sauntered to her next prey.

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3 days before H day

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Aizawa placed a full stop on his last sentence, or might be what he last wrote in 5 minutes. From outside he looked as calm as a still lake. Inside he was burning with firy passion or what he ashamedly called jealousy.

Just yesterday, when he was searching for a venue to celebrate his secret spouse birthday in the newest tabloid, Hi Hero!, rather than a great cafe or family restaurant he found the picture of his husband in his full in hero costume. Underneath it was a big headline “PRESENT MIC OR PRESENT WED!?!” Let’s just say it didn’t take him 5 minutes to double read it and tore it to pieces. It was only a gossip column about a beautiful woman with black long hair and curves in the right places was seen having a deep conversation. Said journalist also mentioned about the many intimate touches during the meeting.

He had think about it again and again. Was it right for him to get mad? Afterall, Hizashi only heeded Aizawa’s wish to keep their marriage under the table. He was the one who asked to place the ring on a necklace than in their ring fingers. He was the one who decline one invitation to another invitation of Hizashi’s radio party. So was it wrong for Hizashi to find a woman, to cheat him? There must be someone out there who deserve him more that Shouta did. Someone that look amazing, eye candy than dry eyes and baggy clothes and unruly hair. Someone with perfect curves than big muscles. Someone funny enough to match his comedic side. Someone who— someone who wasn’t Aizawa Shouta.

“Sensei?!”

Aizawa looked up.

‘When did he sit?’

“Fuck! Get the teachers!”

“I’m on it!”

“Why is he crying?”

‘I am?’

“Did-did we do something?”

“Oh no, poor sensei”

‘It’s not me. It’s poor Hizashi’

Just then, the door to he classroom opened and a pair of hands holding him.

“Shouta? Hey, what’s wrong?”

Aizawa saw blurry mess of black and yellow. Two big and familiar hands cupped his face tenderly. He smelled the most amazing scent in the world, a mix of leather and pine wood. He wanted these. He wanted Hizashi to be by his side forever. Until they have white strands, until it bald, until they retire into old men, until the day they went to heaven together.

The day ended with half lesson, a worried pack of students, a lecture followed with hugs and kisses from Hizashi.

But still with no present.

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6 hours before the H day

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Knock! Knock!

“Oh hey, Ochako-chan!”

“Hi, Izuku! Sorry for bothering you. Did you get the message?”

“Yeah. Rikido has climbed down the stairs and Bakugou’s cussed was heard even from here. I’m about to go to supermarket to buy other supplies. Momo and several others are going with me”

“Can I join you guys?”

“Sure”

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H Day

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A flurry of footsteps was heard in the one of U.A’s empty hallway. It has been an hour and half since the last students passed the front gate and went back home. The afternoon light painted broken white wall into a beautiful mix of orange, yellow, and red. One pro-hero was on his way to the supposedly empty classroom. When he opened the classroom, another pro-hero, underground, stood in the middle, looking as shabby as he usually did. But in his green orbs, his husband always a sight to behold, a pearl among trash. Stunning, wonderful, an eye candy. He was blessed to have the honor and call this man his.

“Sho? You’re ready?”

Hizashi didn’t need to give his everyday Present Mic’s greeting. His raven beauty of a husband always knew when he would arrive to go home each day. But today he was surprised to find his spouse of 5 years message him to come and get him, 30 minutes before their appointed time.

“Zashi...”

Shouta called him, beckoning him closer.

Like a moth to a flame, Hizashi was attracted.

“What is it? Are you sick? Something’s wrong?”

Hizashi arrived in front of Shouta, hands immediately took others without any preamble. One of them quickly assessed Shouta’s health.

Was he sick? He looked fine today. Was something amiss? He had made sure everything was okay and ready today.

“Zashi..”

Shouta placed his hands on top of his which were planted on both of Shouta’s perfect cheeks.

When did they move there?

“Happy birthday”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SENSEIIII!!!!!!”

It was a loud popping sound, colorful triangles, and so many cheers around him. He looked to his left and right and found the kids, their unofficial kids, stood before their hiding places and clapping and yelling and cheering. A glance from Shouta’s shoulder was a decent size cake with yellow frosting -his favourite color!- and adorning it were several radio-shaped fondant. On the top layer, he gasped aloud, were two fondant, created to shape like chibi version of him and Shouta. They were holding hands together and below it was several small figures, their handful kids. Then he looked straight once again. His husband, Aizawa Shouta, was sporting one of his smirk which quickly melted into his fond smile when he realized that Hizashi’s eyes were upon him.

“Oh wow.... Shou, I-God, If we haven’t married yet I would marry you again and again in a heartbeat”

Shouta thrown his head as he laughed freely.

“Me too, Zashi, me too”

Then he had a line of students queuing to shake his hands, given him small trinkets and other things they thought pass as a gift. On the end of the line was Shinsou and Eri, giving him a new headphone and a handmade bracelet.

After the party started, he went to find the conductor of this surprise birthday party. As expected, he was standing in the corner of the room, still trying to blend in the dark. Not very effective as every corner of the classroom was filled with color from a disco ball hung in the middle, how he missed such a big decoration was amazing.

“Hey, husband”

Shouta smiled.

He casually slipped his arm into Shouta’s waist.

“Hey yourself”

Hizashi kissed Shouta’s cheek.

“Does that mean that we are out?”

Shouta nodded

“I also told your colleague in the radio station. Now they can put my name on the invitation party”

“Are you sure?”

“You know I will not do anything I am not sure of”

Hizashi smiled back and kissed Shouta deeply and as less sensually as he could.

“Happy birthday, Zashi”

“Thank you, Sho!!”

#boku no hero academia #erasermic #eraserhead #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #aizawa x hizashi #present mic #revelation #Hizashi birthday special #class 1-a #insecure #scandal #crying

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lilyvandersteen · 6 years

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Puppy Eyes Chapter 13

This is again from Kurt’s point of view, and unbetaed because I’ve been typing ‘till the last minute.

Thank you so much to everyone who sends me feedback - you’re wonderful and you spur me on to keep writing :-)

This story is also on AO3 and on Fanfiction.net.

The other parts can be found here: Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12

Chapter 13: Near Misses

That very same day, Kurt called his dad and pumped him for information, after assuring him that he was better, yes, and no, Burt didn’t need to fly to New York to come and see him.

He blanched when Burt told him Blaine knew everything. “And I told him he’d better give you an honest chance.”

“Dad!”

“What? He knows you’re in love with him, and the two of you really click, but he’s slow to make a move, and you don’t want to egg him on, so someone has to.”

Kurt sighed.

“Any guy would be lucky to have you,” Burt insisted.

That made Kurt scoff. “Oh yeah, they’re just queuing up to date me.”

“They should! Maybe then Blaine would make a move!”

“Dad…”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve been ill and you’re still tired, I get it. Carole is nagging me to hang up and let you sleep. You rest up and feel better, ‘kay?”

“Okay. Night, Dad.”

K&B

Kurt felt awkward during dinner the next day. As well as he got along with Professor Scher, it was weird to have her over for dinner, and even weirder that she’d been looking after him while he was ill, however much he appreciated it.

Mostly, Kurt let the others talk, and that worked perfectly. They all assumed he was quiet because he was still feeling the effects of the flu he’d had.

Ashton was a laid-back guy with a great sense of humour and a flair for story-telling. They all laughed their heads off when he told the story of how his father, an art critic, and his mother, an art historian, met and hated each other on sight. “Seriously, it’s a miracle they ever got married!”

Trent proved to be a lot nicer than Kurt’s first impression of him had been, way back when he started walking ‘Devon’. Kurt greedily soaked up all the information Trent provided about Blaine, and listened open-mouthed as he told them anecdotes from his years as an ICU nurse.

“The doctor kept prodding her even after she’d told him it really hurt there,” Trent said. “Next thing we knew, she made this weird coughing noise, and the doctor looked up, and she projectile-vomited all over him. And then she turned to him and said, ‘I feel much better now.’ We had a good laugh about that at the nurse’s station later. Served him right!”

“But now you’re working at an art gallery, aren’t you?” Professor Scher asked. “So how did that career switch come about?”

“Well, after a few years, I was totally burnt out. We were short on staff, and each of us had to work for three. And I was so tired ALL THE TIME. Could never get used to working nights. So yeah, one morning when I came home from work, I saw this ‘Help wanted’ notice on the window of Vernon’s gallery, and it seemed like an absolute dream to work there, so I applied and got in, and I never looked back. My dad’s still mad about it, though. All those years of studying for nothing. All that money he paid for it.”

Kurt nodded thoughtfully, thinking of his father’s frown when he’d announced he wanted to study either musical theatre or fashion design. Burt had been a lot more enthusiastic when Kurt chose to sign up for a minor in graphic design.

“All parents are the same, I guess,” he said. “They want their children to study something that guarantees a good, stable, well-paying job. And the arts have a bad rep.”

Ashton nodded. “My mom insisted on me doing a minor in teaching, just so I’d have a back-up career. And I hated every minute of it”

“It might come in useful one day,” said Blaine, and Professor Scher added, “You never know.”

“That’s what my mother said,” Ashton pouted, and everyone laughed.

All in all, the dinner party was a success, and Kurt grinned and nodded when Blaine said, “We need to do this again soon.”

But the best part of his day was Blaine getting into bed with him and holding him close and tight. Kurt smiled as he closed his eyes and started to drift off. Just as he was on the cusp of falling asleep, Blaine kissed the top of his head and murmured, “I’m glad you’re better. I was so worried.”

Kurt’s smile widened, and he slipped into sleep happier than he’d ever felt before.

K&B

True to his word, Blaine invited Trent and Ashton over for dinner the following week, twice even, and the week after again. Soon it became a standing invitation: every Wednesday and every Sunday, the couple joined Kurt and Blaine for dinner.

After a few months, Kurt stopped thinking of Trent and Ashton as Blaine’s friends, and started to consider them his own friends, too. He met up with them for coffee or lunch, went jogging with Trent (and a few dog friends) every other evening and helped Ashton shop for clothes and gifts. In return, Ashton and Trent provided very welcome feedback on Kurt’s design projects both for school and for R/GA.

And then one day Ashton told Kurt that he’d inherited money from an aunt and had been looking to buy a commercial property, because it was Trent’s dream to have a gallery of his own. And would Kurt come along and check out a few properties with Ashton before he brought up the subject with Trent?

Well, of course Kurt would, and he went even further, using his free time the next few weeks to sketch how he envisioned the gallery, and to design a logo for it.

“I’ll do your website, too,” he promised Ashton, “once you start up your business.”

Ashton looked at the sketches and the logo, and beamed. “Thank you! Trent is going to love this so much!”

Trent did love it, and together, he and Ashton chose a property to buy. Then, while Ashton contacted contractors to renovate the building, Trent and Kurt teamed up to pick paint colours, light fixtures, furniture and everything else needed to kit out the future gallery.

Kurt tweaked his sketches according to Trent’s wishes, and grinned ear to ear when Ashton showed them to Blaine the next time he and Trent came over for dinner.

Blaine’s mouth fell open, and he shot Kurt a look he couldn’t really decipher before turning to his friends again and showing the required enthusiasm.

After they’d left, though, it became quite clear what the matter was. Blaine was jealous!

Usually, Blaine would sing and even dance while doing the dishes, but now he sulked and glared at the dishes he was scrubbing until Kurt rolled his eyes and said, “Seriously? You’re mad because I knew about the gallery before they told you?”

The corners of Blaine’s mouth went down, and he mumbled, “They were my friends first!”

Kurt laughed. “Come on, mister! Trent is still your best friend in the whole world. That doesn’t change because he’s now my friend, too. So stop pouting! How old are you, five?”

Blaine’s glower melted away to make room for a glint of mischief, and he flicked some sudsy water in Kurt’s direction. “Five and a half!”

Kurt yelped and then hastened to retaliate. They only stopped their water battle when the floor became so slippery that Kurt almost fell on his bum. Luckily, Blaine caught him just in time. Kurt giggled, because now it looked like they were dancing and Blaine had dipped him. And then Kurt forgot all about his merriment, because yes, that was Blaine glimpsing at Kurt’s lips for a second there. Would he? Would he really?

But Blaine just laughed and righted Kurt, saying, “We’ve made a bit of a mess, haven’t we? Sorry about that. It was fun, though.”

Kurt exhaled shakily and found a rag to wipe the floor with. His heart was still hammering, and it took a long while for it to quiet down.

K&B

For Kurt’s twenty-first birthday, Rachel insisted on throwing him a party at Callbacks. Elliott and Neil and Maizie were invited too. If it had been just an ordinary night out, Kurt would have looked forward to catching up with his friends and singing karaoke. But he knew, he just KNEW they’d want to get him as drunk as a skunk, and he didn’t like that prospect.

He confided his woes to Blaine, telling him about the one time he’d gotten drunk and then vomited all over a teacher’s shoes. “I don’t want that to happen again! And I don’t want to drink so much that I don’t remember anything the day after! Or that I lose my virginity to some random guy!”

Blaine nodded. “I understand.”

Kurt sighed. “I don’t get why people are so obsessed with alcohol. And me drinking it. I don’t like booze. It smells disgusting, it tastes vile, and it makes me puke. I want nothing to do with it, thank you very much.”

“Well, can’t you just tell them so?” Blaine suggested. “They’re your friends!”

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine. “They’re just going to tell me to suck it up and not be a party pooper.”

Blaine raised an eyebrow, his mouth a thin line. “They won’t respect your wishes?”

“Not about this, I’m sure. Didn’t your friends do that to you when you turned twenty-one?”

Blaine smiled. “The only friend I had at the time was Trent, and no, he didn’t do that.”

“Lucky you.”

“If you’re worried, I can make sure I’m there,” Blaine offered. “I’ll take Trent and Ashton with me. And as soon as you’re feeling uncomfortable, you come and tell me and I’ll take you home.”

“And if you turn into a dog all of a sudden?”

“Trent will look after me, and Ashton will look after you.

“Oh. Okay. Yes, please.”

The night of the party, Kurt went to Rachel’s loft to dress up to the nines and to pick an outfit for Rachel, too. Then, they both headed to Callbacks to meet their friends.

Once Kurt sat down at their table, his eyes roved over the crowd until he found Blaine, who smiled and winked at him. Kurt instantly felt better.

The party started with everyone taking turns singing karaoke. Kurt drank a diet coke, clapped and smiled and sang duets with Rachel and Elliott, and started to relax. Perhaps he could have a nice night out without being forced to do something he didn’t want.

But then more friends of Kurt’s turned up, out of the blue, among them Santana, and the first thing she did once she’d plopped down next to Kurt was sniff his drink and then taste it. “Porcelain, this is just coke. Why aren’t you doing shots? It’s your twenty-first birthday! Hey, bar tender, a round of shots for all of us!”

She collected the shot glasses the bar tender shoved at her and distributed them, slamming one into Kurt’s hand and shouting, “Bottom’s up!”

Kurt shot a frantic look at Blaine, who nodded at him and went up to the stage to sing a song. At first, Kurt didn’t understand how that could possibly help, but as usual, he couldn’t keep his eyes off Blaine, and when Blaine started singing, the corners of Kurt’s mouth turned up of their own accord.

As soon as everyone noticed his dopey grin, they followed his gaze to the stage, and his college friends smirked when they saw Blaine, and happily enlightened the others about Kurt’s humongous crush.

Kurt let them laugh and mock to their heart’s content, and used their distraction to exchange his full shot glass for an empty one. Brilliant, Blaine! Thank you!

When Blaine went back to his table, after a beautiful rendition of Teenage Dream that had Kurt’s heart twitterpating, Santana fixed Kurt with an intense stare, and he braced himself for what was coming.

“So you’re into Dapper Dan over there? Tell you what, Lady Lips, I’ll stop bugging you about drinking your weight in alcohol if you walk up to him right now and ask him to dance. And don’t worry, he doesn’t even have to take you up on the offer!”

The whole table laughed, and then they shouted encouragement at Kurt. “You can do this!” “Come on, Kurt, the worst that can happen is that he says no.” “Maybe he will dance with you, he’s such a sweetheart!” “You should try, I totes saw him looking at you during the song.”

So Kurt got up, made his way to Blaine’s table, and tapped the man on his shoulder. Blaine turned his head so fast it must have given him a crick in his neck, and looked concerned when he saw that it was Kurt. “Everything okay?”

Kurt smiled. “Santana dared me to ask you to dance. So, would you do me the honour?”

Kurt held out his hand, threw his shoulders back and put his poker face on. If Blaine said no, there was no harm done. He’d asked, so Santana had to leave him alone. But he really, really wanted Blaine to say yes.

Blaine stood up and took Kurt’s hand, to loud cheering from Kurt’s table. Up on stage, a girl was now crooning an Ed Sheeran song, soft and sweet. Kurt put his other hand on Blaine’s shoulder, felt Blaine splay his hand on his back, and started to slowly sway to the music. He was sure he was smiling like a fool again, but he so didn’t care. This felt amazing.

“Why did you take her up on that dare?” Blaine whispered, and when Kurt explained, he laughed. “I’m glad me being here helped!”

“Me too,” Kurt breathed, wishing that he could step a bit closer and feel Blaine against him. But there were too many eyes on him right now, so he kept a respectful distance.

Blaine leaned in a little. “You look amazing, by the way. That waistcoat is gorgeous, and it really brings out your eyes.”

Kurt’s cheeks heated up, and his lips felt dry as the desert all of a sudden, so he moistened them. Blaine’s eyes flicked down, and he moved a bit closer still.

Kurt tuned out everything around him and closed his eyes.

And then somebody bumped into him, hard, and a cold liquid hit his neck and trickled down his back, seeping into his clothes. His eyes flew open and he turned around, seeing a drunk girl who could barely stay upright, holding an empty martini glass.

The girl giggled and slurred a sorry, making her way to the bar again.

Kurt shivered, and Blaine was instantly there, soothing and offering help. “Do you want my jacket?”

Kurt shook his head. “I think I’m calling it a night. Thanks for the dance.”

He went to his table again, where he got congratulations and claps on the back, but all he said was, “I’m going to head out. I don’t know what she spilled on me, but I’m cold and gross, and I want to shower and treat my clothes for stains.”

Everyone nodded. Even Santana didn’t put up a protest. She only said, “I bet you’re glad I dared you, though. You’ve got game, Porcelain! You got your dance!”

Kurt grinned at her.

“Oh no, now his crush is gonna get even worse!” Neil moaned.

Elliott scoffed. “Like it could get any worse.”

“True, that.”

The whole table laughed again, and Kurt made his escape, the glowing ember of that dance keeping him warm until he got home.

K&B

Early July, the wedding invitation arrived, and Kurt was happily surprised to see his name on the envelope as well. “I get to come, too?”

Blaine grinned. “Of course you do. You’ve been best buds with Trent for months now. Also, you’re the back-up best man in case I turn into a dog!”

Kurt grinned back, and started planning his outfit.

The weather was perfect that day – sunny, but not too hot. The ceremony was beautiful, and Kurt teared up when Trent and Ashton exchanged vows, wishing fiercely that one day, it would be him standing there with Blaine. Not much chance of that, but he could hope, right?

Blaine was as affectionate and attentive as ever, offering Kurt a handkerchief when he cried, holding his hand in church and putting his arm around Kurt’s waist during the reception. Kurt’s nerve endings buzzed, and his smile worked overtime when the other wedding guests all took him for Blaine’s boyfriend, and Blaine didn’t correct them. Not once.

After dinner, Ashton announced that he had a surprise for his husband, and brought everyone to the garden. The surprise was a fireworks display. However spectacular it was, though, Kurt found himself distracted by Blaine hugging him from behind, hooking his chin over Kurt’s shoulder and whispering in his ear. Kurt so wanted to turn around and kiss him, but he knew the initiative had to come from Blaine.

When everyone went back inside, though, Kurt told Blaine he wanted to stay in the garden for a bit. He needed to get himself together again. Blaine, instead of leaving Kurt to his thoughts, stayed with him, and danced dorkily to the music until Kurt had a giggle fit.

And then Blaine asked Kurt to dance, and it was magical, swaying slowly among the flowers and under the stars. Kurt never wanted it to end, and drew nearer to Blaine of his own accord after the dance was over.

He gazed into Blaine’s eyes, and Blaine looked back, his eyes dark and his expression awed. Blaine circled Kurt’s waist and tugged him a bit closer still, and Kurt went willingly, closing his eyes and puckering up, because this was it, surely?

But there was no soft pressure on his lips, and Blaine let go of him, and then he let out… a whine?

Kurt’s eyes flew open, and he cursed when he saw Blaine had been turned into a dog again. Really? Now? Did Mr Zakharov sense Blaine was close to breaking the spell and did he want to stop that from happening?

Grumbling under his breath, Kurt took Blaine’s collar and leash out of his pocket and put it on. He collected Blaine’s clothes and folded them, then sent Trent and Ashton a text to tell them what had happened and headed home.

That night, when he got into bed, cuddling up to Blaine in his dog form, he was still grumpy. So close. I was so close! Not fair.

K&B

A new schoolyear started, and a few weeks before Christmas break, Professor Scher announced that she was going to invite Sebastian from R/GA to talk to all the students that were graduating that year about the job opportunities open to them in the field.

Kurt, who had by now seen Sebastian in action several times, flirting and harassing his colleagues at R/GA, wasn’t very pleased about this development. Would Sebastian still be interested in Blaine?

That Friday, he got answer. Yes, Sebastian was still interested, laying it on thicker than ever around Blaine, who blushed up a storm and lowered his eyes to look at Sebastian from under his lashes. Whether Blaine was flattered or just embarrassed, Kurt couldn’t tell, but the interaction made him simmer with rage.

After the wedding, Blaine hadn’t made any more overtures towards Kurt, and Kurt didn’t dare bring up the subject, though he viciously shut off the radio any time “You Can’t Hurry Love” played. Almost a year had passed, and what did he have to show for it? He and Blaine had grown closer, yes, undoubtedly, but any time he thought Blaine was about to kiss him, Blaine was scared back into his shell by circumstances. It was frustrating beyond belief. And now Mr Slimy McSlimeball thought he could charm his way into Blaine’s pants and ruin Kurt’s life? Ugh. Infuriating!

Kurt heard Sebastian invite both Professor Scher and Blaine to R/GA’s Christmas party on the 23rd, bragging about all the big names that would be present. Kurt had been invited too, but like last year, he didn’t want to go without Blaine and leave him alone all night, nor did he want to take Blaine along and watch Sebastian hit on him. It seemed like that choice was taken away from him, though. Both professors accepted the invitation eagerly, and there was no way Kurt would stay at home while Blaine was out being seduced by Mr Sleaze Extraordinaire!

That evening, when Blaine rambled on and on about the famous people he’d be meeting at the R/GA party, Kurt just nodded, and as soon as he could get a word in edgeways, he said drily that he’d be going too. “Ellie invited me months ago.”

Blaine seemed taken aback for a second, and then beamed, “That’s right! You work there! This is going to be so great!”

Kurt didn’t react to that statement, choosing instead to clear the table and carry the dishes to the sink. He may have set them down somewhat harder than usual, but Blaine, chattering excitedly again, never even noticed.

So great, huh? I hope Blaine’s right, but I have a bad feeling about that party. I think it’s a recipe for disaster.

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Half the World Away

This is my CSSS for @imagnifika.I hope you enjoy it, there’s a little angst as well as fluff. It's been lovely getting to know you over the last few weeks. Enjoy your Christmas celebrations when they come on 8th January! Massive thanks to @best-left-hook-jones for beta reading.

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KJ 15:48 Morning Swan

ES 10:48 Afternoon Jones

KJ 15:49 Many meetings today?

ES 10:50 Nope. I’ve got the afternoon off. You nearly finished then?

KJ 15:50 10 minutes and counting and then I’m off until January!

ES 10:50 Nice! Any big plans for the evening?

KJ 15:51 Huge - a ready meal for one and 3 episodes of Stranger Things to watch on Netflix.

ES 10:51 Exciting. I’ve got to do a grocery run but shall we facetime when I get home then?

KJ 10:52 I look forward to it!

She couldn’t quite pinpoint when this thing with Killian Jones became more than a casual acquaintance and turned into a solid friendship, perhaps the most important one in her life. It was gradual, evolving over time until Emma was surprised to find herself looking forward to sharing the upcoming Christmas season with her friend. Even if there was an ocean between them. She told herself that it was only because it meant they would have more time to talk, rather than Emma actually getting into the festive spirit herself.

It had started around 18 months ago when she and Killian had been partnered on a project being run jointly by the London and Boston offices of Mills International. Due to the difference in time zones, Emma would exchange handover emails and skype calls with her British counterpart as he was reaching the end of his day’s work and she was part-way through her morning.

A couple of months into the project, Killian had been due to be out of town at a conference, and had insisted that Emma have his personal mobile number, so that she could contact him whilst he was offline if there were any issues. There hadn’t been, but she also didn’t delete his number when he returned to the office the following week.

Over time, their daily handovers became more informal, sharing little updates about their personal lives in addition to the required work related information. And then, as the long Thanksgiving weekend approached last year, Emma decided to give Killian her personal number. He would be working on what was just another Thursday in November for the London office, she’d reasoned, and he might need to get in touch.

She had been a little disappointed when the Whatsapp notification came through at 7am on Thanksgiving morning. The first couple of words of the message showed on her lock screen and read: [Swan, Sorry to message you so early…]. Sighing, Emma had tapped the notification to see what the problem was, but was then pleasantly surprised to see a series of silly gifs and emojis beneath the full message.

Swan, Sorry to message you so early, but I wanted to be the first to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving! I’m having a turkey sandwich for lunch in solidarity!

So yeah, that was probably when the contact outside of work had begun. They’d still been few and far between to begin with, though. A link from Killian to some ridiculous story he’d seen in the British tabloids, like the Seagull that had stolen bags of chips from a shop. A frustrated gif from Emma of Chewbacca smashing a guitar, sent while she was sitting on hold with her energy supplier for nearly an hour. A photo on Facebook of the London team at their work’s Christmas dinner, with a comment beneath from Killian tagging Emma as a missing member of the team. A corresponding photo from Emma on Instagram the next night of a bottle of wine that she’d tagged Killian in. They’d added each other on various social media platforms and would like or comment on their posts, although Emma was always careful to ensure that she didn’t do so excessively, still uncertain of the boundaries of this new friendship.

After a particularly awkward Valentine’s date, where Killian had been set up against his own good sense with the sister of a friend and colleague, he’d returned home and sent Emma a message.

Well that was a disaster Swan. I hope you have better luck on your date tonight!

Oh no what happened?

Turns out that the chap that this Felicity had seen across the bar and wanted to go on a date with was Kieran from Accounting and not myself.

Ouch

Yes, seemingly she’d spotted him/me when we had a team night out and we both had blue shirts on, have dark hair and stubble so Robin had assumed it was me when she started asking questions. What time are you meeting your mystery man?

Billy? In an hour. Ruby hasn’t told me much about him, just that he’s not long moved into town after a divorce.

Well, have fun Swan and be safe.

When Emma returned home a mere two hours later, her first thought was to get in touch with Killian. Kicking off her heels in the hallway she fired off a quick message.

Hey. You still awake?

She plugged her phone in to charge and got changed into her pyjamas, not expecting him to reply given the late hour. When she checked her phone a few minutes later, Emma was delighted to see a message waiting.

You’re back early, Swan, everything okay?

I’m fine Jones, I think this must be a night for disastrous blind dates!

Do tell!

He was already several drinks in when I arrived, had ordered food for both of us, thought I wouldn’t notice when he tried to pinch the waitress’ ass as she walked by, and then tried to get handsy with me.

Are you sure you’re okay?

Really, I’m fine. I downed my drink, threw his beer in his face and his burger in his lap. Then grabbed my coat and jumped in a cab.

Seconds after sending the last message Emma’s phone vibrated in her hand with an incoming call.

‘Hey Killian, you didn’t have to call, honestly I’m fine!’

‘I have no doubt that you are, Swan, but I wanted to make sure, and I wanted to commend you on your stylish exit.’ His voice sounded huskier than when they spoke at work, as if it was thick with sleep

‘What time is it there?’

‘Just after 1.’

‘I woke you up didn’t I? I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have messaged.’ Emma kicked herself for being so thoughtless.

‘Nonsense. I was actually trying to stay awake to see if you would be sending me any of your usual gif reactions to your date.’

Emma grinned. ‘Really? Well I’m sure if you hadn’t phoned I’d have sent some. Probably involving Lesley Knope or some angry kitties.’

‘Well, as I’m wide awake, shall we share all the horrendous details of our delectable dates?’

Getting comfortable for a long chat, Emma replied, ‘Absolutely, you start Jones.’

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After that, the phone calls became more regular. Sometimes it would be Emma calling Killian when she was up late, knowing he would be getting up for work. Other times Killian would return the wake-up call on his lunch break. There were calls at more civil times for both of them on weekends, late evening for Killian and mid afternoon for Emma. All of these interspersed with messages, and their regular work related dialogue.

It was fun, and easy. Killian soon became one of the best friends that Emma had ever had. It seemed he could sense when she was doubting herself and immediately appeared in her notifications as her personal cheerleader. Emma, in return, tried to rally Killian’s spirits whenever he was particularly stressed at work, going out of her way to find things to make him laugh (dogs dressed as Yoda seemed to be the most effective). There would barely be a day going by where they didn’t speak or message at least once.

Then of course there were the little gifts and postcards she would get in the mail from him. Sometimes it would be a special hot chocolate mix or coffee blend that he had come across and wanted her to try. Other times it would be a book that they had talked about, or some trinket that reminded him of her. When he went on his travels at the weekends he would try and find the tackiest and most tasteless postcard that he could, knowing she would get a kick out of it.

For her birthday, he had sent her a stunning charm bracelet with a swan attached. She had squealed down the phone at him when the mailman delivered her parcel.

‘Oh my god Killian thank you so much I love it I love it I love it!’ she rambled.

‘Bloody hell Swan, I think only dogs were able to hear some of that. Calm down love.’ Emma tried to contain her excitement, but still bounced a little on her toes as she giggled. ‘You are most welcome in any case.’

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December 22nd was no different. Emma had to run to the grocery store on the way home from her half day at work, making sure her fridge was stocked with comfort food before putting herself into hibernation mode until Christmas had been and gone for another year.

After queuing for longer than seemed humanly possible, Emma finally returned to her apartment, plated up her grilled cheese and hot chocolate that she had picked up on the way and dialled Killian.

‘Swan!’ he greeted, eyes twinkling with mirth as his face filled her phone screen.

‘Jones, how was your frozen lasagne?’

‘I haven’t had it yet, it’s still in the microwave - see?’ He turned around so that Emma could see the microwave on the bench behind him.

‘Oh yum, you lucky, lucky man. I’ll try not to make you too jealous with my grilled cheese.’ She took a bite and gave an exaggerated moan of pleasure, noticing the way his eyebrow jerked up at the noise. ‘Mmm so good. Want some?’ She held the sandwich out towards her phone.

‘Not nice to tease a man, Swan. Bad form, love.’

‘I’m just getting you back for those gingerbread cookies you taunted me with last week’ she laughed.

‘Fair point. So what are you going to do for the rest of your day?’

Emma told him about her minimal plans as she pottered around her apartment folding laundry and generally tidying up. Killian had retrieved his dinner from the microwave and had settled himself at the kitchen table, happy to let her talk while he ate, his phone propped up against something to keep them both in view.

Having inadvertently given Killian a virtual tour, he asked, ‘Are you putting your tree up this weekend? I haven’t spotted it in the background.’

‘Not going to happen.’ Emma replied abruptly, sitting back down on the couch and trying her best not to glare. ‘I don’t have a tree, never had, probably never will. Not a huge fan of Christmas, if I’m honest. I mean I’m happy for others to enjoy it but, myself, I’d rather just hibernate until all the good will has moved on.’

‘So you’re not doing anything special on Monday then, love?’

‘Nope, not this year. Well, not any year, to be honest. Normally Mary Margaret insists I join her and David for dinner and she force feeds me festive cheer until I’m gagging on it. But this year they are going to stay with David’s mum in Wisconsin so I’ll be cocooning myself in a blanket on the couch and enjoying the extra couple of days off work. And talking to you, of course. That’s the only part I’m really looking forward to.’

Emma looked away from Killian at that admission, reluctant to see his reaction. He didn’t miss a beat and carried straight on with the conversation.

‘Sounds similar to my own plans there, Swan. Not a big fan of the holiday myself. I tend to get all Bah-humbug about it,’ he shrugged.

‘Tell me, Jones - how have we made it to December 22nd and have never had a proper conversation about Christmas when we speak every day? Did you used to spend it with your brother?’

A sadness washed over Killian’s face, his brow furrowing and the light vanishing from his eyes. ‘I did. We had some good times. Never a dull moment.’ He paused. ‘Until the accident. There were a few magical years with someone very special too. But that was a long time ago.’

‘Milah?’ Emma asked tentatively.

‘Aye,’ he sighed and scratched behind his ear, unwilling to make eye contact.

‘Oh, Killian, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring you down. Here’s a deal for you. As we both normally have challenging Christmases, why don’t we have a virtual one together this year? We can keep each other company, without having to go overboard on the festivities.’ She wanted to reach out and squeeze his hand, provide a gesture of comfort, but the thousands of miles between them made that impossible.

‘Sounds like a fine plan, Swan. Let’s do it.’ Emma could see him rallying himself. ‘Now let’s talk about something else other than why we don’t like the holidays.’

They chatted for what seemed like hours, and quite possibly was, agreeing to speak again the next day.

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Saturday morning, had Emma feeling more positive about the forthcoming holiday than she had in years. That was, until she checked her Facebook feed and saw the pregnancy announcement that Neal and Tamara had made. She kicked herself for letting things like that get to her. Neal was ancient history. It wasn’t as if she still had feelings for him. But it still sucked that after his betrayal all those years ago - where he had unceremoniously hung her out to dry - that he was the one who found love and happiness. He got to have the family he had promised her 17 year old self. And yet here she was spending Christmas alone. Again.

Determined not to wallow in self pity, she poured her second coffee of the morning and called Mary Margaret to wish her and David safe travels. Mary Margaret’s festive cheer was normally highly contagious, and this morning she was as effusive as ever. As they chatted, she waxed lyrical about the three different types of cupcakes and the two batches of sugar cookies she had been baking up until 2am. She told Emma of the hand-crafted gifts she had made for David and Ruth, mentioning that Emma would receive her gift when they returned at the end of the month. Christmas couldn’t help but be magical when Mary Margaret was involved.

Normally Emma would be part of that too, albeit in small manageable portions. As they spoke it dawned on her that this year she would be completely alone, all her closest friends over 1000 miles away. Feeling another wave of sadness rapidly approaching, Emma wrapped up the call and agreed to meet Mary Margaret on New Years Eve when they returned, with a further promise of a phone call on Christmas Day.

As she hung up the call, the sadness she had so desperately been trying to push deep down through the soles of her feet reared up with a vengeance, and the tears started to flow. It was like a dam bursting; what began as a sniffle quickly became violent sobbing that took her completely by surprise. Unsettling as it was, in the back of her mind she realised that this moment was probably overdue. Not normally one for expressing her feelings, many painful thoughts had been held in submission for too long. Unable to bring the sobbing under control, she relented and gave in to the outpouring of emotions, hugging a cushion to her chest as she slid to the floor her back leaning against the couch.

After what seemed like hours, but was in truth only a few minutes, the tears subsided and Emma began to feel like herself again. She was just about to reach for the box of tissues on the table beside her when her phone rang. Killian! Dammit! She couldn’t talk to him like this. They had become incredibly close these last few months, but she hadn’t cried in front of him yet, and that was a level of vulnerability she didn’t think she could manage just now. So she sent the call to voicemail. A minute later, he called again, and as before, she sent it straight to voicemail. Shortly after, her phone buzzed with a message notification.

Swan, I know you’re rejecting my calls, is everything ok?

Not up for talking right now, Jones

Now I’m worried. What happened? Are you alright?

I’m fine, I’ll call you soon.

Promise?

Promise

As her last message sent, Emma realised that she did want to talk to Killian about her sorrows. If anyone would understand the loneliness that Christmas could bring it would be him. Plus, she found herself wanting to share more and more of herself with her friend these days.

She stood up, walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Her face was puffy, her eyes bloodshot from the tears and her nose was redder than Rudolph’s. She splashed some water on her face to cool her cheeks, pulled her hair up into a messy bun and then went to the kitchen for another cup of coffee. Armed with caffeine, she grabbed her phone and started a facetime with Killian, figuring that if she was going to confide in him, then she wanted to be able to look him in the eyes.

Within moments, his handsome face filled her screen, his brow furrowed and his blue eyes full of concern.

‘You’ve been crying.’ It wasn’t a question. Emma nodded her head and bit her lip in response. ‘Talk to me, Swan,’ he continued softly, ‘you can tell me anything.’

‘I know, and I will tell you,’ she began, ‘but before I do, you need to understand that I’m not normally like this. I don’t wallow in self pity. I’m not some damsel in distress. Nobody saves me but me.’

‘Understood.’ He smiled, ‘I was under no illusion that you needed rescuing, love.’

He said nothing more, just nodded to her encouragingly and waited until she was ready to tell her story. With a deep breath she began, starting with Neal, telling Killian how she had fallen for an older man in her teens. A man who had promised her the world and then had abandoned her - quite literally leaving the country - when she told him she thought she was pregnant. It had turned out to be a false alarm, but by then Neal was in the wind.

‘So when I saw the Facebook notification this morning that he and his fiance are expecting a child…’

‘It opened old wounds?’

‘Yeah,’ she whispered, a fresh wave of tears threatening to fall.

‘If you don’t mind me asking, love, given that he hurt you so much, how are you seeing him on social media?’

‘Oh yeah, that!’ Emma huffed. ‘I wish I wasn’t. An old friend of mine, August, who also knows Neal, commented on the post so it appeared on my newsfeed. Normally I just skim over anything to do with him, but this one stood out.’

‘I sense that isn’t the only thing that upset you this morning Emma,’ Killian continued, his eyes searching her face as if for clues.

‘No, you’re right. It’s not.’ Her shoulders sagged as she twisted a loose strand of hair around her fingers, not looking at Killian. ‘I spoke to Mary Margaret and she was so excited about going to Wisconsin with David. And I, I just felt, I don’t know…’

‘Lonely?’

‘Lonely,’ she agreed, and this time the tears did fall. Not to the ugly sobbing extent of earlier but enough that she couldn’t hide them from Killian.

‘Oh, love,’ he murmured. ‘I wish I could be there with you right now. I think you need a hug.’

Emma nodded, breathing deeply to get her emotions back under control once again.

‘Thank you for listening, Killian. It really has helped. And I’m sorry that you had to see me in such a state. Like I said, I’m not normally like this.’

‘You have nothing to apologise for lass, you are lovely in every way. And if I might be so bold, even your nose running and tear tracks down your cheeks doesn’t detract from how beautiful you are.’

‘Charmer!’

‘I prefer dashing rapscallion!’ Emma tried to stifle a snort. ‘See? At least I made you smile, love.’ Killian looked like he wanted to say more, but was holding himself in check.

‘You did. I think I’m going to get dressed and head out for some fresh air. Clear my head.’

‘Ok well if you want to talk again later I’ll be here. And if not we’ll chat again tomorrow, aye?’

‘Yes, thank you again, Killian.’

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As she lay in bed that night, Emma wondered, not for the first time that day, whether there was any deeper meaning to Killian’s comments about her being beautiful. In recent months, their conversations had become more personal, and affectionate. There had been the beautiful bracelet for her birthday. He had taken to calling her ‘love’, though she was sure that that was just a figure of speech. It couldn’t mean any more than that, could it? Even so, it was irrelevant given the small matter of the Atlantic Ocean sitting between them. They’d never even met in person, although she hoped in the coming year she would be able to rectify that. Perhaps she could take a trip to London?

It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world though, would it? He was a very attractive man, he was kind, thoughtful, funny, handsome, attentive, supportive, incredibly good looking (she might have already covered that one). And he was one of her best friends. Maybe Emma did have feelings developing for him, or maybe she was just transferring her loneliness into romantic feelings because he was always so attentive.

When Emma woke on Sunday morning, her news app reported storms sweeping Britain and causing untold damage. Still cocooned under her blanket, she fired off a quick text to Killan to make sure he was unaffected.

Afternoon, Jones. Just read about the storms, hope you’re okay

Morning Swan :) All good for now. Expecting London to get the brunt of it sometime this evening. How are you feeling today?

Much better thanks. I’ve just woken up, are you still good to talk in a couple of hours?

Glad to hear it. Can we make it 10 your time? I’ll need to pop out mid afternoon.

Perfect, speak soon x

Looking forward to it x

Emma re-read the last two messages again. She hadn’t intended to put a kiss at the end of hers, it wasn’t something she and Killian did. Emojis yes, kisses no. She was even more surprised when he returned the gesture. She needed to stop reading into things. It probably didn’t mean anything. Friends put kisses at the end of text messages all the time.

Eventually, after scrolling through her various newsfeeds and dashboards on every app on her phone, she dragged herself out of the warmth of her bed, had a shower, and made coffee and pop tarts. It was, in her opinion, a perfectly balanced breakfast and ideal for someone in hibernation. She was flicking through her choices on Netflix, trying to find something non-Christmassy when her phone rang.

‘Hello.’

‘Hello, Swan.’

‘You sound funny, Jones. What’s that noise in the background?’

‘That would be the wind, love.’ The background roaring was distorting Killian’s voice.

‘That sounds far too loud to be inside.’

‘That’s because I’m not. I decided to go out earlier than I’d originally intended as the weather is closing in. I’ll be inside in a moment so you should be able to hear me better.’

‘What was that? I can barely hear you!’ Emma shouted.

‘Hang on, Swan!’ Emma kept the phone to her ear as she focussed again on her Netflix choices, waiting for Killian to start talking again.

‘Sorry love, that was a bad idea to call you while I was outside. Can you hear me now?’

‘Yes, but it’s still really noisy. Where are you?’

‘I’m at, eh’ he paused, ‘a train station. So you might hear announcements over the tannoy.’

‘Are you going somewhere?’ His hesitation seemed off, but Emma assumed he was just distracted by his surroundings.

‘Just taking shelter for now.’ They chatted for a few minutes, Emma only partly paying attention to the conversation as she finally decided on binge watching The Crown for a few hours.

‘Well, love, I suppose I’d better venture back out again if I’m going to succeed in my Christmas Eve quest. I reckon I’ll be up late tonight so we can talk again this evening if you wish?’

‘That sounds good. I’m not planning on moving from the couch anytime soon so call me anytime. Be safe, Killian.’

The rest of the day passed unremarkably, Emma stuck to her plan of hibernation, moving only occasionally from the couch when nature called or she needed snacks. She maintained a running commentary for Killian on Whatsapp of the highlights of each episode, with occasional selfies of herself snuggled up under a blanket, or of her latest mug of hot chocolate. The first few he read and commented on, but after that he went silent. She assumed he was focused on getting back from his mission into the warmth and safety of his home.

She sent him a text mid afternoon, in case the weather was causing internet issues for him. Certain that he would be home by then and keen to hear how his day had gone. No reply. He had been particularly vague about his ‘quest’ when she had questioned him - he’d joked that it was ‘Top Secret’ and that details could only be given out on a need-to-know basis. Perhaps he’d called in to see a friend on the way home, she thought. Or gone for a Christmas Eve pint with the lads.

Emma sent another text an hour later, when the first had still gone unanswered.

Just checking you’re okay, Jones. Let me know you got home safely, please.

Half an hour later there was still no reply and a little ball of anxiety set root in Emma’s stomach.

Jones, are you okay?

By 6pm, Emma was starting to fret. Killian’s radio silence continued. Her multiple text messages remained ignored or unseen, and there was still no tick mark to show that he had read the messages on Whatsapp. Facebook Messenger showed that he had been active 6 hours ago. He was tagged in a post by his friend Robin, who had indeed been out for pints with some of their mutual friends, and remarked on his unexpected absence. Clearly he had planned to meet them for drinks and hadn’t shown. That didn’t necessarily mean anything; he might have cancelled on them a couple of days ago. He might have met up with other people for a drink instead. Even so the knot in her stomach tightened, the longer he stayed out of contact. She called his number but it went straight to voicemail.

‘Killian, I’m starting to worry. Call me, please.’

Under other circumstances Emma would think nothing of him being out of contact for a few hours. It was partly because she knew that the storm winds were building, he had said that London would be getting the brunt of it about now. It was also because they had agreed to speak later on, and she expected him to be around by now. Something didn’t feel right about this. He wouldn’t have agreed to speak later if he was going out for the evening, besides he had said he was just popping out. That implied that he would be returning home within an hour or so. It had been 8 hours.

The minutes and hours ticked by slowly, and Emma’s apprehension steadily increased. When she wasn’t searching the internet for news updates in the UK she was pacing her apartment and working her way through a bottle of wine. She almost sent Robin a message at one point to see if he knew where Killian was, but then stopped herself as she didn’t know him and it felt a little too much in the realms of clingy girlfriend. Wait, what? She wasn’t Killian’s girlfriend so why would she even be thinking of herself in those terms? And as for clingy. Emma didn’t do clingy. She was fiercely independent.

It must be the wine talking.

When midnight approached with still no word, Emma reluctantly decided to go to call it a night, although she very much doubted that she would sleep a wink. Setting an alarm so that she could try and find out what had happened to Killian first thing in the morning, she climbed into bed. She sent one last text and then turned out the light.

Merry Christmas, Killian, hope you are okay. Thinking of you x

Her phone buzzing on the nightstand woke her from a rapidly fading dream that hazily seemed to involve someone who looked a lot like Killian and a hell of a lot of kissing. She groaned, telling herself that the dream was simply a manifestation of worrying about him all day. Although, she had to admit that making out with him in her dream had certainly been enjoyable. Something to dwell upon to later. Why was she awake? Her phone, right. What time was it?

Emma reached across and grabbed her phone. 2.07am. Who was sending messages at this hour?

I’m so sorry for worrying you, Emma. I’ve just got your messages and missed calls. I promise I will explain everything when you wake up in a few hours x

Where are you, Killian? What the hell happened? Are you okay?

Sorry for waking you. I’m fine. Honestly. You should go back to sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.

No way, buddy. I’m wide awake. I’ve been so worried. Let’s talk now.

Whilst all of Killian’s previous texts had followed quickly on from hers, Emma got no response to her last message. She had felt enormous relief when she saw the first text from him but now the anxiety of the afternoon and evening returned quickly as something felt off, once again.

Fifteen minutes later, as she sat in bed scrolling through news feeds again, her phone finally rang.

‘Killian?’

‘Sorry again, Swan. I wasn’t expecting you to be awake and was in the middle of something so couldn’t call right away.’

‘Where were you yesterday? I was so worried! I thought something had happened, that you had been injured in the storm.’ She could feel herself starting to ramble. ‘I checked every UK news site I could find to see if there were any updates.’

‘Emma…’

‘I almost got in touch with Robin to see if he knew anything, and I probably would have done that in the morning if there was still no word from you.’

‘Emma love…’ Killian tried to interrupt again.

‘And I know that maybe that would have been overkill, but I was so worried! So tell me, what happened to you yesterday? Where did you go?’

‘I promise I can explain and I will, in detail. You know, you really should get the security door to your apartment block looked at, love. Anyone can get into the building.’

‘What does that have to do with anything? And how would you know that? Killian, where are you?’ Emma stood up ready to begin pacing again if she didn’t get answers soon.

There was a soft knock on her front door.

‘Is that? Was that? What the hell is going on Killian?’

‘Open the door, love, please.’

Emma dropped her phone onto the bed and ran to the front door. Pulling it open she was stunned to find Killian Jones standing before her, his phone still pressed to his ear and a small suitcase at his feet. Without giving it a second thought Emma dragged him into the apartment, wrapped her arms around him and peppered his face with kisses, causing him to chuckle. The sound brought her back to her senses and she pulled back, punching him hard on the shoulder.

‘That was for worrying me.’

‘Ouch! Okay, I know I deserved that. Talk about a warm welcome. Or at least the part before the violence was warm!’ He smiled nervously and his hand rose up to scratch behind his ear as he rocked back on his heels.

‘How are you here? Actually no, hang on a second, don’t answer that yet!’ Emma pinched her arm, and then rubbed her eyes. ‘Just checking that I am actually awake.’

She looked Killian up and down. He was definitely better looking in the flesh than on her screen. His raven black hair was all disheveled, his eyes a crystalline blue, slightly red rimmed and he looked about as tired as she felt. His stubble ran down his neck, drawing her eyes to the tufts of chest hair poking out the top of his grey henley. His black jeans were tight, and, - no. She stopped herself. Eyes back up - she absolutely wasn’t looking at how well fitting they were.

‘Is it okay that I’m here?’ Killian asked, looking more anxious than she have ever seen him in their hundreds of video calls.

‘Yes, yes, of course. It’s just a surprise you know?’ Emma started walking towards the sitting room, ‘Come on through, take a seat.’ She gestured to the couch in front of them. I’m just going to grab my robe. Be right back.

Dashing to her bedroom, Emma closed the door behind her and leaned back against it. All of her earlier worries had been replaced with deep relief and what might be joy. She had so many questions, but at least Killian was safe and well. And here in her apartment. In Boston. Her best friend was from London was here in Boston in the middle of the night. Oh good grief she’d kissed him. That was going to be awkward to move on from. Taking a deep breath she grabbed her robe, and hoped that it would cover the blush that had crept across her chest in the last five minutes. She looked herself over in the mirror, running her fingers through her hair to try and comb out some of the bed-head tangles, then returned to the living room to her unexpected yet very welcome guest.

As she approached, Killian grinned over at her and patted the couch beside him for her to sit. ‘Has the shock worn off yet, Swan?’

‘Kinda,’ she answered with a hesitant smile, settling herself at the other end of the couch and making sure to keep a gap between them. ‘So are you going to tell me how on earth you are here instead of London?’

He scratched behind his ear again. ‘It was supposed to be a surprise. Which, I guess, it still is. But I promise you, it wasn’t supposed to cause you so much worry in the process.’ Killian started to reach across to touch her arm, but then seemed to think better of it and ran his hand through his hair instead.

Emma inched a little closer and nodded for him to continue.

‘When I called you yesterday afternoon and told you I was in a train station, I was actually just arriving at the airport. I had hoped we could have a full conversation while I was en route to Heathrow and then the next thing you would have known I’d have been arriving at your door sometime around 8.30pm your time.’

‘It’s nearly 3am, you’re more than 6 hours late.’ Emma gasped, ‘I’m guessing the plan derailed then? I have so many questions!’ She pulled her knees up to her chest and leant towards him intrigued.

‘And I will answer them all, but yes the plan went somewhat awry. The weather was awful, and we couldn’t hear each other, so there was no way I could stand outside the airport. I thought that once I had gone through check-in I could call you again from the departure lounge, and then let you know that I’d be out of contact for a few hours.’

‘But you didn’t.’ Emma murmured.

Killian winced. ‘Sadly, no. The incoming storm played havoc with my signal. I had wi-fi for a short while I was still in the concourse but for some reason not at the departure gate, which was how come I only managed to reply to some of your first messages.’

‘Ok, that explains how come you went quiet on me for the first few hours, but that doesn’t account for the missing 6 hours!’ Emma reached across and laid her hand on his knee. ‘I can’t begin to explain how worried I was about you.’

‘I have an inkling, love.’ He put his hand on top of hers, and gave it a gentle squeeze. Their eyes met, Killian’s expression was hopeful and as Emma held his gaze she wondered if he might perhaps be feeling the same way she was. There had to be a reason for him sitting on her couch at this unearthly hour on Christmas morning.

‘So,’ she said putting an end to whatever moment they were having. ‘Those six hours?’

‘Ah yes. The plane was an hour and a half late in boarding. Then there was a problem with the air-conditioning unit, so we had to wait for an engineer to fix it before take off. And then because we had been so delayed already, I guess we had to wait for a new runway slot. We took off nearly four hours later than scheduled in the end. The flight finally landed around midnight. It wasn’t until I got on the plane that I realised that both my phone charger and my power bank were packed in my hold luggage rather than my carry on, so even though I would have had signal again when we arrived I still couldn’t get in touch as my battery was completely flat. I wanted to let you know what was happening, I hope you believe that.’

Emma nodded, ‘I do.’ She smiled. ‘That takes up until midnight. There’s still a two hour gap.’

‘I said that we landed at midnight, Swan, I didn’t say we got off the plane then!’ He chuckled. ‘It took another 45 minutes before we could taxi along to the arrival gate. And then there was another delay waiting for backs to be unloaded. When I sent that message after 2, I’d just walked through customs.’

‘Wow, some journey! And I haven’t even offered you a drink. I’m a terrible host.’ She stood up and walked to the kitchen area on the other side the room. I’d offer you coffee but that’s probably not wise at this time of night. Hot chocolate? I might be able to manage tea, I think.’

‘Hot chocolate will be fine, love.’ Killian joined her in the kitchen, watching in amusement as she darted between cupboards and the fridge finding the necessary ingredients, a nervous energy radiating off her. She could feel his eyes boring into her, but she didn’t dare ask her next question, trepidation filling her about what the answer would be.

‘I can hear you thinking, Swan.’

Emma turned to him. ‘It’s just... I know how you got here, but I still don’t know why.’

Killian took a step towards her and reached round to turn the hob off under the milk. Gently he pulled her into his arms and walked them back a couple of steps, away from the stove until they were leaning against the breakfast bar.

‘Do you really not know why?’ Emma shook her head, digging her teeth into her bottom lip as she looked up at him. She swallowed, deciding to take a leap of faith.

‘I have an idea, but I guess I don’t dare let myself believe it.’

‘Well, love, let me tell you then. When we spoke on Saturday you were so sad that my heart broke for you. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around you, kiss you and make you feel safe and loved.’

‘So you flew halfway round the world?’

‘So I flew halfway round the world, to spend Christmas with you. It was risky, I know, given that you might not feel as I do.’ Emma’s breath caught as he reached up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear as he spoke. ‘But I realised that Christmas should be spent with the people that mean the most to us, the ones we love. And so here I am.’

‘You love me?’

‘Aye.’ he breathed.

‘Good.’ Emma smiled, tears glistening in her eyes and her heart trying to beat it’s way out of her chest.

Killian stroked his thumb across her cheek and closed the distance between them, pressing his lips softly against hers. As kisses go, Emma thought it might be one of the best in her entire life. It was was perfect, sweet and tender with a promise of more to come. As they separated, she sighed contentedly.

‘Happy Christmas Swan.’

‘Happy Christmas Jones.’

#csss #cs secret santa #christmas fic

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