Robin: I’m glad you all could be here to commemorate the worst day of my life.
BeastBoy: No, I thought the worst day of your life was when you didn’t get pulled on stage at that Spin Doctors concert.
Cyborg: Or when your aunt substitute-taught your sex-ed class.
Starfire: What about the day when we made you stop wearing your mask upside down?
Raven: I thought the worst day was the day you got that haircut that you currently have right now.
Robin: Remember that time when I got my shirt caught – wait a minute, why am I participating in this?
How about a "7 Minutes in Heaven" prompt in a high school/college AU? >:3c I feel like having the boys play spin the bottle at a party would be hilarious! Imagine how mortified Killua would be when Gon is the person who is matched to be shoved in the closet with him?
It would be hysterical XDDDD I cracked up when I read this request. Okay lets do this!
We’re going to do a college au bc that’s so much more fun :3 I hope you it, thank you for waiting so long for me to get this out!
Killua had a bad feeling about this game before his so called ‘friends’ even explained the rules. And then, after they did explain the rules, he immediately wished he had left the party within the first ten minutes like he’d originally planned.
But then Killua looked up to meet brown-gold that glittered brightly with curiosity and interest, and he knew he had to stay.
Killua hadn’t spent time with Gon in a very, very long time, despite the undeniable fact that they were each other’s best friends. That was the problem with college- the second one class assigned work, the rest followed suit until Killua found himself awake at three in the morning trying not to pull his hair out in frustration. This was actually the first time he’d been able to see Gon in nearly two weeks.
So. He had to stay. For Gon.
But that moment of weakness turned out to be the biggest mistake of Killua’s entire life. Because with Killua’s shitty luck, it was only natural that the stupid coke bottle would land on him, then Gon.
Of freakin’ course.
“Ooooooo, Seven Minutes in Heaven for Gon and Killua!” Palm cooed and Killua grounded his teeth together hard enough for his jaw to ache. “Get going, you two!”
Gon’s brow was furrowed in confusion. “I don’t get it. What’s-”
“Shut up!” Killua forcefully pulled Gon off the floor and away from their circle of friends that whistled and clapped at their retreating backs. He was going to murder these people before the night was over for doing this to him. With Gon of all people. Damnit!
“But, Killua! I’ve never heard of Seven Minutes in Heaven before, I don’t know what we have to-”
“I said,” Killua hissed as he yanked Palm’s closet door open. “Shut up! Just- get in the closet!”
Gon took one look at Killua’s face and visibly paled. He ducked into the closet without another word and Killua followed, slamming the door shut behind them.
It wasn’t a big closet which, admittedly, was the whole point of this insane game. Killua barely had enough room for his shoulders to fit and couldn’t see a single thing in the dark. But he could definitely hear the sound of Gon’s breathing less than a feet away from him and Killua knew without a doubt that if he tried to move his arm, they would touch.
Killua was not going to do that though, because he would sooner die or melt into a puddle than try to make a move on his best friend who just also happened to be his crush for the past three years. He almost wished he could melt into a puddle because then maybe he could slide out under the door crack and bolt-
“Killua?” Gon’s voice was very quiet but it filled the entire space.
“Um. What are we supposed to do in here?”
Warmth exploded across Killua’s cheeks. He didn’t need to see his face to know it had to be growing redder than a stop sign.
“N-Nothing,” he said and immediately cursed himself for stuttering.
“It didn’t sound like nothing, though.”
“Well, you heard wrong, then.”
Gon was pouting, he knew. And Killua could never resist Gon’s ridiculous pout even in the pitch black of a closet.
“Its….” God, what Killua would give to not be explaining this right now. “Its a game in which two people have to stay in a closet for seven minutes.”
“Like we are now.”
“But, what else? There has to be something else.”
Killua’s hands curled into claws. “I can’t believe you don’t know this. Remind me when we get out of here to sit your ass down and explain every single party game to ever exist-”
“Killua, you’re stalling!” Gon whined. There was a shuffling sound and Killua was suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that Gon had just moved even closer than they already were. “Just tell me what it is!”
His heartbeat was very loud and heavy in his chest. He could feel every thud all the way down to his toes. Somewhere in the mess of his spinning thoughts, Killua distantly wondered if Gon could hear it, too.
Killua jerked at the hot hand that brushed against his. How Gon knew where his hand was, he didn’t know. He didn’t get why Gon was lacing their fingers together, either, but his mind too jumbled at the moment to protest.
He took a shuddering breath to calm his racing heart.
It didn’t help.
“While you’re in the closet, y-you’re supposed to. Um.”
Killua shrunk back into the closet’s wall. Gon was way too close. He was cornering Killua, leaving no room to escape.
Killua wasn’t sure if he could escape even if he wanted to, at this point; Gon was all around him, his scent his voice his body. Killua’s senses were being overwhelmed with Gon. He was drowning in it.
“I, I don’t-” Killua said weakly as his knees started to buckle.
“Killua,” Gon said again, voice shaking slightly with something that sounded suspiciously like suppressed laughter. His free hand slid around Killua’s waist, helping him to stand but also pressing their bodies together, and Killua just barely held back a shiver at the possessive touch. “Are you sure you know what this game is about?”
Killua squeezed his eyes shut. If he wasn’t so dizzy right now, he would’ve shrieked in frustration.
“You’re a fucking bastard,” he finally whispered and Gon’s laughter reverberated around them like bells.
“I know,” Gon said, a grin in the lilt of his voice, and kissed Killua on the mouth.
Strickler and Blinky shirking their fatherly responsibilities off on each other occasionally.
You know, I actually feel like it’s more like them that they would compete for fatherly responsibilities than try to shirk them off on each other? Because Deya dammit, they’re gonna get all the moments they can with with their son this boy.
“You assisted Master Jim in studying for the SAT! It’s my turn to train him in–”
“What, crashing cars? Leave driver’s education to someone who is actually licensed to drive!”