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wordynerdygurl · 4 years

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Seven Minutes in Heaven

Author’s Note: Well hello my friends! Since hitting 1000 Followers in July (WHAT?! STILL UNBELIEVABLE!!!) I’ve been working on the requests sent in by my amazing troop of readers! This is another one of those stories which I’m pleased to share. As always, help my unending need for validation but re-blogging or liking the story! Also, you can send asks, make your own request, follow me, or be added to my tag-list! Last, @sammy-jo1977 is my beta... and my ride or die home girl! Thanks lady! Pairing: Loki x Female Reader, appearances from most of the Avengers

Summary/ Request: @queenofmischief asked for a story where “Loki and you guys are friends growing up and you realize you like him and try to hide it but somehow at a party or something or another, maybe Seven Minutes in Heaven is involved, it comes out and really hot smut ensues?”

I used some of the ideas you gave me, dear reader, but made it a little more mature, so I sincerely hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Lots of 80′s references... music, movies, clothes, etc. References of smut, heavy petting and kissing

ENJOY!

"But, like, I really don't want to go." Your cellphone, pinned between your ear and shoulder, pushed your earring into the tender flesh behind your lobe. It probably didn't help that the jewelry in question was a pair of huge hoops, fluorescent in color and hard plastic.

You heard Wanda sigh, "Yea… I know. It's just, we all are… and you know it'll be worse if you don't show up."

"I really hate it." Using a sing-song voice didn't change the feelings behind your words. Going up to the main floor of The Avengers Tower for a theme party was not a thrilling idea.

"I know you do-", pulling open the door between your room and hers, you palmed your phone, frowning at your friend, "-But you look great!"

"Radical… or wicked… or tubular would be more 80's appropriate." Still, her compliment made you smile. It really was a great outfit, totally encapsulating the MTV generation's vibe, complete with hot lime colored leg warmers.

Your cropped REO Speedwagon t-shirt was cut off at the neck, dripping low enough to expose one whole shoulder, and a wide stripe of the magenta colored tank top underneath. Having tucked the camisole into your acid washed denim micro miniskirt, you finished the ensemble with a pair of black pumps, and the obligatory scrunchie of cheap yellow satin. It pulled your hair into a low, side ponytail.

For makeup you'd painted your eye-shadow on, bright turquoise with pink under your brows. Lipstick in a shimmery rosy hue brought extra attention to your lips. And you stored your cell phone, lip gloss and keys in your iridescent fanny pack.

Wanda couldn't help giggling at the sight of you and your collection of clashing colors. For her look tonight she'd dawned a pair of skin tight leggings, an over-sized button down shirt with a stretchy black belt that was about four inches wide. Ballet flats, teased out hair and stark makeup had Wanda looking like a video vixen. It was impressive.

"See, you went sexy… and I went silly." Pouting now, you flopped onto your bed, "Can I just not?"

Sitting down next to you, patting your knee, "You don’t look silly, but you do look like you could be a hair band groupie! That’s sexy!” Shrugging your shoulders, unconvinced, Wanda added, “Besides, tonight… It may be fun. And, worse case? You get blitzed like a teenager on prom night."

"No… that's not the worst case. Worst case? He's there."

Sighing, Wanda shook her head, "He does still rub you the wrong way, huh? And, yes, he may be there… but-" standing, taking you with her, "-it would be a shame to waste all your wicked cool work!"

Hearing her use the dated vernacular made you grin. She was right. Tonight could be a blast, if you were able to get out of your head. Jumping off the bed, unsettling one of those fashionable leg warmers, you hugged your friend tightly. You could do this. You wouldn't be alone. And if Loki was there, he'd just have to get over it. You weren't going to pay him any attention.

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"Mr. Loki… can we please go? We're already stupid late."

Bending to straighten his red suspenders, Loki smirked at himself, "Greed is good."

Sighing, exasperated and edging into anger, Peter pulled open the front door, "I don't know what that means, but you look… greasy."

"Like I could steal your company in a corporate take over? Maybe steal your woman too", Loki questioned, excited at the idea.

Crossing his arms over the red puffy vest he had bought specifically for tonight, Peter grunted, "Uh… I… I guess. I meant more like one of the assholes in Wolf of Wall Street."

God, you had better be there tonight. Loki was putting a lot of hope on Stark’s little shindig and he wanted to make sure that all of the little details were absolutely perfect, giving him every advantage. Standing now, slicking back his long dark hair, "That, my young spider friend, is exactly what I am going for… Evil 80′s CEO."

"Great."

Loki heard the frustration in the young man’s voice. Someday he would understand, Loki thought, turning to the youthful Avenger beside him, "You certainly make a dashing Marty McFly, Peter. Truly."

"Aw! Really, Mr. Loki? Ya mean it?" That made the Spider Boy preen, popping his collar, and standing a little straighter.

"I do! Now-" flashing a rakish smile to his reflection as he passed, "-let's get upstairs and see how everyone else is doing!"

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Everyone else was ready to party. The last mission, a particularly difficult one, involved Hydra agents banging it out against our heroes along the rough terrain of the polar ice cap. Draining the physical and emotional resources of everyone, including you and Loki, Tony had planned a little party to kick off a period of rest and relaxation.

As soon as the elevator opened you knew it was going to be an insane night. Everything was brightly lit. Paper streamers were strung up haphazardly along the walls and ceiling. Big plastic buckets of chips and cheese curls were put out on the counter along with a huge punch bowl that reeked of rum and sugary fruit juice. On the floor in the kitchenette was a garbage can, freezing, full of ice, only the keg tap visible. A stack of red plastic cups was at the ready.

Someone had ordered pizza. Well, dozens of pizzas. The boxes were piled along the table already crammed with pretzel bags and Doritos.

Steve was being instructed on the basics of Beer Pong and, you decided, definitely being hustled by Sam. Bucky looked on with curiosity, quietly sneaking closer to the chips and dip, hoping no one would notice. Rhodey was watching them both through the reflective lenses of his aviator shades, doing a great job of looking like a Top Gun cadet, including the tight jeans and broken-in bomber jacket. Grinning as he drank down a bottle of beer, Rhodes shouted, "Hey Stank! Is all of this really necessary?"

"Don't come for me Rhodey!" Wearing a pair of neon leopard spotted knit pants, a green polo shirt and white sneakers, Tony was clutching a glass bowl filled with little slips of paper to his chest. No one had managed to figure out what they were or why he held them. Drinking two beers from his plastic, can holding helmet, Tony would answer only with a slightly slurred, "It's my trashy 80′s party and I do what I want!"

And Tony had thought of everything. Sounding like a mixed tape pulled from the radio, the tunes didn't let up! Ratt, Foreigner, Cindi Lauper, Madonna and Tom Petty all took turns blasting through the room. So many hits from the past pumped through the sound system, getting people on their feet and keeping them there. You were swinging and swaying along, having a blast, but when Bon Jovi hit the group of Intergalactic Warriors went wild.

Clint, rocking a mullet wig and a vest with no shirt, jumped onto a table making the motions of an air guitar champion. Singing into a beer bottle like it was his microphone, "Whoooooaaaa we're halfway there…"

Guffawing, you hid behind your Bud Light filled cup, already red cheeked from the non-stop laughing and alcohol in your system. At some point you had given up Wanda to Vision in a varsity jacket, doing his best jerk-off jock impression, and not quite pulling it off. It wasn't his fault that he was too polite to put people down in the way of Eighties movie bad guys. Alone, feeling flushed, but happy, you needed a break and some quiet. Flinging yourself onto the soft sofa, watching the frat house style antics unfold all around, you couldn’t help laughing. Tony always found a way to knock the group out of their post mission funk. Sometimes that meant week long Caribbean vacations and sometimes that meant dressing up in retro attire and scream singing with a cold beer in your hands. Either way, it seemed to bring everyone closer together, and the pictures were certainly worth framing. The couch dipped as someone joined you. Swiveling, not quite drunk but not quite sober, you couldn’t help the groan that left you. “Oh. It’s you.”

Not exactly the response Loki wanted, he was just grateful that you spoke to him at all. Lately you seemed to flee any room he entered, a hurt and heavy sigh escaping you before you'd make your exit, never looking back. Loki couldn't understand why.

After all, it had been two months since that night. The one where he'd stumbled on you, glowing blue in the light of the television set, alone and in the darkness. You asked him to join you, he had accepted.

The movie was called "Say Anything" and Loki had to admit, as far as romance on film went, this story was very moving. But that was an unexpected bonus to being so near to you. Before the credits rolled, you had burrowed against him, snuggled under his arm with your head on his chest.

Stroking your hair, Loki pressed a kiss to your forehead, thoughtlessly, naturally. Pushing away, looking up at him through hooded lashes, "You… you kissed me?"

Words failed the silver tongued devil, something he still pondered all these weeks later, so a nod was all you got for a response. Kneeling, your sleep shirt riding over your thighs, Loki watched your small hand rising to cup his cheek. Feeling your lips against his own was the beginning of the best night of his life.

And then, nothing. It was like a switch had been thrown and no matter how many ways he tried to reach out for you, Loki wasn't able to connect. Not like that night.

So, he was going against his nature tonight. Joining the group, drinking a bit of his brother's mead, wearing a dated but pristine business suit. All done in the vain hope that something would shift in his favor.

He had already lost too many nights to memories of you. Soft, full skin under his broad palms. The tiny moan you exhaled when Loki’s tongue met your own. How your wet, willing body accepted him, without question or stipulation. And in the afterglow, when your head rested in the crook of his neck and your cherry cola scented breath circled him, you let Loki hold you close.

But he buried it all. Tonight he was the embodiment of all things slick. Nothing could stick to him; not when he had a goal in mind and this much gel in his hair. Loki Odinson would be taking you home tonight, come hell or high water. Wolfish, Loki’s grin was wicked, “Yes. Your dream has come true.” Sitting back, he crossed his designer suit covered knee at the ankle, exposing socks with little golfers on them. He let his right arm rest along the back of the sofa, not around you… not yet, but inching closer. “What is that cologne you’re wearing?” “Don’t you like it? I’m told Drakkar Noir was quite the scent of the 80′s. I did my research.” Twisting, you looked him over, impressed despite yourself. The suit was totally of its time. Black, pinstriped and you were sure the jacket that came with it was draped somewhere safe. His shirt was shiny but soft and bright, blinding white. Suspenders of red matched the tie that draped down the center of his chest. With his hair combed straight back and held in place with some kind of product, Loki looked like he was capable of eating a six course lunch at Sardi’s, complete with dirty martinis, then jetting back to the office in time to defraud a corporate spending account. The kind of executive that blackmails a co-worker with pictures of a mistress. The kind of douche bag that tries to take over a rec center to build a mall. In short, an avarice little asshole. So, why was it so hot? “It’s… overpowering.”, boy, was that an understatement. Loki’s whole aesthetic was overpowering right now. And, was he moving closer? His bent knee brushed against your own as he leaned near enough to be heard at a whisper, “You look adorable, you know that?” Scrunching into the corner of the couch, eyeing him suspiciously, “Oh? Really?” “Really.”, his hand brushed over your exposed shoulder, making you jump at his touch.

Uh uh. No way. You would not be so easy to seduce this time around. Even if those wide hands sent goosebumps growing all over your body, Loki would not charm his way into your panties again. Not like last time.

It had been spontaneous. Genuine, at least for you. And in the moment, it felt like Loki had given you a little piece of himself, a tenderness that no one else ever saw in the far flung Frost Giant.

Maybe that's why Clint's words hurt so much. He had told you so casually, holding up a spoonful of Cheerios, "Loki said his last girl was a drag. Basic bitch? Is that what the kids say?"

Thinking about it now made your heart hurt. You had given yourself to someone who thought you were beneath him. Loki couldn't want you. You would never be good enough.

But that night haunted you. His soulful kisses that stole your breath. The drag of Loki’s hands over the swell of your bottom as you straddled his hips. His solid chest under your own hands, dark head curved against the couch cushion, but those burning eyes never leaving your face. “I thought you said I was plain. Simple. Boring.”

Leveling his own words back at him made Loki straighten in his seat. How could you think that? Unbalanced, stammering, “Uh… I… I’d never…” “Never expected me to find out? I believe that. And, let me tell you this-” Pushing yourself up with the help of the couch’s arm, you rose on unsteady legs, “-I’m not nearly drunk enough to fall into your arms again.” Spinning away, you made a dash towards the people in the kitchen, without looking back. Watching you go, Loki could do nothing but stare after your retreating form, flummoxed.

“That was… painful.”

He knew that voice well enough, frustrated, confused and unfit for company, “Go away, Tony.”

“I don’t think I will. In fact-” sitting down in your empty spot, patting Loki’s knee, “-I’m going to make myself comfortable. Now, tell Uncle Tony all about it.”

Rolling his eyes, unable to find you in the crowd, Loki risked a sideways glance at his replacement companion. Was he really going to indulge in this? Tell his almost friend about you… about your one night together? Loki raked his hands through the pomade in his hair, growling low, “If you breathe a word of it Tony, I’ll-” Lowering his wrap around sunglasses, peering at Loki, Tony smiled, “Your secret is safe with me.” ---

Thinking less and less about Loki as the night went on should have been a relief but it seemed like the scent of him followed you everywhere. Unable to get free of him, you busied yourself with drinks, dancing, and munching like you were a kid again. Anything to keep your mind from wandering.

It's not like the party was boring. Not at all! There was plenty to distract you and you let it. Natasha made you her partner for beer pong and somehow you successfully won against Rhodey and Sam.

Next, Wanda needed you, which is how you wound up sitting on the bathroom sink listening to her go on about Vision in that wistful, loving way that made your own heart ache. Being a little drunk, you had to fight the urge to cry because you were lonely and hurting. “I saw you talking to Loki… what was that about?” She was reapplying ruby red lipstick, studying herself in the mirror, not looking directly at you.

Wanda's voice cut through your self doubt spiral though, something you were thankful for, and with a casual tone you countered, “He was trying to get something started, I think.” Eyebrows lifting, Wanda’s interested piqued, “Really? Loki was hitting on you?” “Yea… I mean, I think so. Was coming on awfully strong too. But… he’s been a jerk, right?”

Wanda cleaned up her eye make-up taking a minute, after washing her hands she looked at you, “I mean, he is here.” “So?” “So, you know he’s not really a joiner. More of a lone wolf. In fact, I think this may be the first of these little parties he’s come to. Maybe he’s changed… grown a bit? And, honestly, you never asked him about-”

Hopping off the counter, cutting her off, more than a little huffy at her good sense, “No, I didn’t and I don’t plan to. Loki thinks I’m a bore? Too basic for him? Fine. I have better things to do with my time.” Laying her hand on your shoulder, Wanda stopped you, eyeing you in the mirror once more, “I know his words hurt… but you’re going to have to clear the air eventually. Especially if we’re all going to work together.”

Shrugging, you offered your friend a small smile. There was truth in her sentiment, even if your slightly drunken brain rebelled against hearing it, “Yea, you're right… plus-” looking around the small washroom, just to make sure no one could hear the pair of you, “- he looks really hot tonight!”

Giggling, Wanda hugged you close, “I didn’t want to say anything, but… yea he does!” The pair of you were still laughing together, standing at the back of the crowd as Tony turned down the music, announcing, “Gather round children, Uncle Tony needs your attention!” There were a few groans, mostly from the beer pong table, as apparently Bucky was unhappy about forfeiting his winning match. Everyone else, in all their high haired glory, were congregating near their host, curious and more than a little drunk.

“Tony, what the hell, man? You killed the tunes!”, Clint shouted, spilling Bud Light foam as he joined the tightening circle. “Patience, my drunk friend. You all remember this?” From the table nearby, Tony picked up his glass bowl, triumphant, “Our Destiny!”

Pepper, sighing with a smile, “So dramatic!” Shaking the bowl in her direction Tony smirked, “Ok smarty, then you pick first. Go on… Pick!” There were oohs and ahhs from the assembled Avengers. Rolling her eyes, Pepper reached in, grabbing the first slip her fingers found. Pulling it free, she grinned, eyeing Tony, “It says ‘Loki’...” Hearing his name, Loki snapped his head up, surprise registering on his face, “Excuse me?” Holding it up for his examination, Pepper waved the slip under the regal nose of the junior Odinson, “See… your name.” “Yes, but why?”

Butting in, Tony snatched the scrap from the hand of his lovely fiance, practically dancing with glee. Turning to Loki, “Now you, Gordon Gecko, pull a slip.” Aware of all eyes locked on him, Loki reached into the jar, digging around a little more than necessary. Finally satisfied, the thin paper pinched between his fingers, Loki opened the folded note. When his fierce gaze met yours, you knew without a doubt. It was your name he had grabbed. Throwing a thick arm across Loki’s broad shoulders, Tony hugged him close, “Well? What’s it say?” It all made sense in that moment. The tacky costumes, flat beer and endless music. A drunken moment of clarity had descended. Tony, waving his arms, eating up the crowd’s reactions, heads turning to gauge your response. Swallowing hard, your hearing failing you, you just faked a smile. You and Loki were going into the closet for Seven Minutes in Heaven. Only there was no way you were going to do that. Not after what he’d said. Not after your one night together, right? But you felt a gentle hand pushing your forward, into the center of your circle of friends and for some reason, your feet followed.

Refusing didn't enter your mind. With everyone ogling you and Loki, making a scene would only cause more speculation, something you weren't keen to do. Instead, you stepped next to Tony, outwardly eager to play along.

You just shouldn't have dared to look at your proposed make out partner. Laser focused, Loki’s lusty look hadn’t wavered. No, the light in those thundering blue eyes was carnal, darker than you had ever seen, matching your own. Against your better judgement, you wanted Loki, too.

Whatever Tony was saying was a blur, merely sounds, because you were utterly stunned by the nearness of Loki. The roaring laughs of the rest of the group were drowned out by your pounding heart. A door opened to a dim room, the pantry maybe? You didn’t know and in that moment you didn’t really care.

With a small smile, Loki ducked into the cupboard, lacing his fingers with yours, offering a bit of his strength. Dragging you inside, your body pinned between a shelf of snacks and the hard body of your frenemy, a whimper of want passed your lips. Loki still smelled so good and now he was so close. “Have fun you two!”, Tony’s words were accompanied by the door shutting you and Loki inside, in the dark. Surrounded by silence, Loki’s sharp pants were the only sound louder than your racing pulse, which was saying something. Afraid to move, afraid of spooking you, Loki struggled to search your stare in the low light. He had already experienced your angry dismissal of his attention tonight. It wasn't something he wanted to relive, not when you were so close with sweet and speedy breath, your chest brushing against his own at each exhale.

Lifting a hand, grazing over your uncovered shoulder, Loki's touch was electric. You moved towards it, towards him, needing more of his energy. Craving it.

Bold in the dark, you grabbed at Loki’s suspenders, tugging him closer. Rising on your toes, covering some of the distance between your mouth and his, you pressed a hot kiss to those soft, pink lips. Under your fluttering fingers Loki shivered, "Darling-"

"Shut up. I… I don't care."

"But I never…"

"I told you. I don't care. Now kiss me like you mean it, because we only have about six more minutes!"

Not needing any more encouragement, Loki found the flare of your hips in the shadows, molding your curves to the rigid planes of his body. Desperate, needy, you felt his tongue move against your own. Want, plain and simple, led your own fingers to the collar of Loki’s starched shirt and the tangle of his raven hair. Fisting it, tugging against those luscious locks, you couldn’t seem to get close enough to the tall God sharing your cupboard. Whining, his name on your lips, you drew Loki tight enough that the press of your breasts was edging towards pain. Demanding, true to your word, with every pass of Loki’s magical mouth over your own the last few weeks were forgotten. Hungry for more, Loki roughly squeezed the flesh of your ass, grinding you against his wool blend covered crotch. Stuttering, his arousal was so stiff, for a minute Loki worried about making a mess. But that feeling was replaced with unbridled ecstasy when your lips found the tender skin below his ear.

A nip, enough to make Loki hiss, was soon soothed by your sucking on the same spot. Resting your butt on the nearest shelf, you didn’t have to stand on tip-toe to reach the soft, sweet sections of Loki where you longed to lavish attention. He took advantage of your new position by sliding a free hand along the swell of your separated thighs. “I just need to feel you, dove. I need to know that you want me as much as I want you.” It was a husky whisper, directly into your ear, and it sent an arc of icy fire to your core. When his long fingers skimmed over the silky slick of your panties you moaned in unison, bucking into Loki’s touch, lost in the moment. Stepping between your legs, Loki took one of your hands into each of his own, pinning you wide open against the boxes of cereal and granola bars that lined the pantry walls. Devouring you slowly, Loki kissed along the column of muscles at your throat, across the exposed line of your clavicle. You could do little more than take his delicious torment as more and more of your sweat dappled skin was serviced by his silver tongue. “Yes… Loki…”, tumbling out of you, just like the night when you first came together, you crooned his name in delight. Breathless, boneless and broken with need. CLICK! The sound made you both freeze. Snapping swiftly, Loki’s head swung towards the door where the bright light and noisy crowd of the party was intruding into your private pantry. “WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! What do we have here?” Swinging into the tight space, Tony’s shrewd look took in the scene in seconds, “What were you two doing in here? It was a very quiet seven minutes!” Straightening to standing, Loki stood, blocking you from sight as you readjusted your clothes. Smoothing down his tangled strands, sarcasm dripping, “Talking. Very quietly.” When he was sure you were decent, Loki offered you his hand, and blinking you stepped back into the wild and raucous party still in full swing. Tony, flashing a knowing grin your way, nodded, “I hope you didn’t smush the chips! We still need those!” Giggling, you locked onto Loki’s arm, letting him lead you towards the keg and away from the shouted questions of your friends. You knew there was no mystery about what happened in those seven minutes. Hair mused, makeup smudged, lips swollen and shirts twisted, the pair of you were walking neon signs for getting to third base.

Silently Loki poured you a beer, taking a small glass of Asgardian mead for himself, before raising his glass your way. Returning his gesture, you downed the frothy ale fast, feeling a little parched after your spit swapping time in the hall closet. Boring into you, his eyes followed each of your movements, searching for a sign of your feelings. Dropping your empty cup on the counter, you turned and jumped onto the marble ledge, feet dangling. “Loki?” Placing his own glass down gently, Loki took his position between your bent knees, looking down at your darling face, “Yes?” “Did you say those things? That I was… boring? Basic?” Shaking his dark waves no, Loki bit into his bottom lip, “Never. What I said was, my last girl, ages ago, was those things… but my new lady-” tracing along your jaw, tipping your chin his way, “-she is everything I could ever want.”

“Am I… am I your new lady, then?” With a fierce flicker of fire in his eyes, Loki nodded yes this time, “Absolutely.” Leaning into him, arms around his neck, you tugged him down to meet your waiting lips. “Good. Good to know. Because I think I’m going to watch a movie tonight.” “Really? I recall really enjoying the last one.” “Hmm… me too.” Sliding off the counter, ducking under Loki’s long arms, you turned back to face him, “My room… say, an hour?”

Snapping his suspenders, smirking, “I’ll be there.” Watching you skip away made Loki’s pulse pound in anticipation. Pouring himself another glass of clear liquor, he chuckled, amazed at the change seven minutes had created.

“You’re welcome.” “Ah! Yes, many thanks Tony.”

Leaning against the counter, Tony knocked into Loki’s shoulder, “You’re cute together, Rock of Ages, but don’t make me regret helping you tonight! Treat her right.”

“Of course. I... truly, thank you.”, sincerity seeped from Loki at the favor from Tony. “No worries! No worries!” Waving away any additional gratitude, Tony looked over the group of half cocked, and totally cocked heroes before him, “Of course the real bitch was getting Pepper to pull your name from the bowl…”

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Top Shelf: Chapter 10- Recipe for Love

Pairing: Bucky x reader (Bookshop/Bartender AU)

Word Count: 2,064

Summary: You and Bucky decide to host dinner for your friends and afterwards you get the best idea ever...

Author’s Note: Thank you all so very much for sticking with me and continuing to read! This has really been such an escape for me and I can never thank you enough for reading and being so kind and supportive. Thank you all for reading and much love always ❤❤❤

Warnings: sweet fluff, soft smut, fluffersmut, fun with friends :)

Previous Chapters

Chapter 1: Enchantment

Chapter 2: Cookie Crumble

Chapter 3: Sweet Anticipation

Chapter 4: Read Between the Limes

Chapter 5: Secrets on the Shelf

Chapter 6: Love Between the Covers

Chapter 7: Love Lines & Soul Finds

Chapter 8: Drunk in Love

Chapter 9: Pour in onto the Page

The rest of the night goes on in a blur of soft touches, heated kisses and whispered, “I love yous.” Now that the words are out it’s as if neither of you have anything else to say. The uber ride back to Manhattan is as sugary sweet as the cotton candy you’re licking off your fingers. “Oh my god, Bucky! I forgot how good this stuff is!” you exclaim as you pull off another chunk of the spun sugar. “I know!” Bucky replies, kissing some melting pink sugar off your lips.

You giggle, trying to refrain from poking him with your sticky fingers. “Sweetheart, if you get that sticky crap stuck in my hair, we’re gonna have a problem.” Your fingers reach toward him as you hold back laughter. Bucky quickly grabs your wrist and brings your hand to his mouth, slowly sucking the sugar off the tip of each finger. “I wish we were home already,” you breathe out.

When you finally fall through the door of your apartment, you’re surprised you’re still dressed, Bucky’s hands groping you from the moment you got out of the uber. He walks you backward until you bump the small island in your kitchen, his arms lifting you up and sitting you on the countertop. Your hands card through his hair as he kneels between your legs, pushing up the skirt of your dress.

His eyes watch you as he trails kisses up your thigh, his soft hair slipping through your fingers as you try to find a hold on something. With the languid movements of his tongue he takes you apart, your body completely sated as he stands to unzip his jeans. You waste no time, helping him get them to the floor.

He enters you slowly and you feel every inch, his forehead pressed to yours while you relish in the feeling of each other. The lights from the city cast a soft glow on your skin as Bucky’s hands and mouth explore every inch with a newfound reverence. It isn’t long before you come undone, his name a quiet plea falling from your lips.

The next morning you find the other side of the bed empty, but the smell of freshly brewed coffee permeates the air. With a satisfied hum you throw off the covers, covering your nakedness with Bucky’s shirt. “Do you always walk around shirtless?” you ask as you enter the kitchen, Bucky’s back to you as he stands over the coffee pot.

“Are you complaining,” he croons, throwing you a look over his shoulder. “Not at all,” you say, walking over and wrapping your arms around his waist. “That smells so good! I’m so glad someone is finally using the coffee pot. I usually just get it from the café down the street.” He turns and hands you a steaming cup, asking, “you mean the little spot on West 22nd and 9th Ave?” You nod as you take your first sip, moaning at the taste.

“It’s going out of business!” You nearly spit out the delicious coffee, “WHAT?” Bucky frowns, holding you against his chest, “yeah, the new Starbucks that opened nearby is killing them.” Now it’s your turn to frown, the realization you may have to start brewing your own coffee or paying way too much for one making you angry. You take another sip, eyeing Bucky over the mug, “that’s awful. I really liked that place!”

Kissing the top of your head he says assuredly, “you have me and since you seem to approve of my coffee making skills, I think you’ll manage.” With a contented smile you reach behind him for your cookie tin, picking it up and noticing it feels way too light. “Bucky. Did you eat the last of the peanut butter chocolate chip cookies?”

Hanging his head, he doesn’t answer but it’s all the confirmation you need. “I can’t believe you didn’t even leave me one!” He tries to look sheepish but fails terribly as he checks for crumbs along his mouth. “Well, they were amazing! And I was hungry this morning!” he says in defense. “You’re lucky I love you, you know that” you say. He takes your unfinished coffee from your hands and places in on the counter. “Actually, I’m the lucky one and I love you too,” he says, before stopping any further conversation with his lips on yours.

You spend Sunday afternoon at the bookshop with Bucky, organizing some shelves and just enjoying each other’s company. As per her usual Sunday visit, Grandma Betty strolls in shortly after lunch, her smile bright at the sight of you both. “Look at you two. You’re practically glowing today! I knew a night out would be good for my boy. Was it as fun as you remembered?”

Bucky sends a heart stopping smile your way before launching into a full recap of your night and how perfect it was. Grandma leaves with a smile that matches yours and a promise of some of your now famous peanut butter chocolate chip cookies.

After the visit you can tell that Bucky’s mood has dampened slightly, his teeth working over his bottom lip and his forehead creased in thought. “Hey baby, you think Steve, Peggy, Nat and Sam would want to come over for dinner next weekend? Maybe we can do it early before you guys have to be at the bar?” His spirits seem to lift at the idea, and he sends out a text to see if everyone is available.

Once your plans are made and you all settle on a time you ask him, “what do I make for dessert?” He laughs, raising his brow before he speaks. You cut him off, “I’m not making you any more of those cookies. In fact, I’m going to make a whole batch, give them all to your grandma and you can’t have any!” He pretends to pout which makes you laugh, his antics hard to resist. “I’ll bake something new! A surprise!” you exclaim, winking his way.

You spend almost every weeknight at Bucky’s apartment, except for Wednesday night because Nat insists she needs some girl time. “So. Does it feel different now that you guys said I love you?” she asks, sitting on the couch with her legs stretched out over yours while sipping her wine. “It just feels right. I can’t really explain it. It all seems so cliché when I really think about it, but I’ve also not felt surer about anything before.”

Nat tilts her head in understanding, her hand reaching over to squeeze yours. “I get it. I’m so happy for you.” With another sip of your wine you reply, “thanks, I love you. Now stop stalling and tell me about your weekend with Sam!” She giggles and you squeal when you see a light blush creep over her cheeks. “OH MY GOD! WELL??” She kicks you with her foot, scowling before she says, “it’s the wine! I swear!” You laugh, knowing full well she’s full of shit. “Yea right. You can’t fool me. SPILL IT!”

Saturday morning rolls around and you and Bucky leave his apartment together, you’re heading out for baking supplies and Bucky heading to the bookshop to open and prepare for his early departure. “If you need me to pick anything up on my way back just let me know, doll. I can easily make a stop.” You pepper his cheek with kisses, saying thank you in between before planting a good one on his lips. “I love you,” he murmurs, watching you walk down the street until you’re out of his sight.

You decide on making a coconut cream pie for dessert, checking beforehand that everyone is a fan of the fruit. It’s the first time you’re making it and you’re both excited and nervous. Once you have everything you need you head back to Bucky’s and start preparing, making sure to send him plenty of silly texts as you bake. Thankfully the two of you had made a sauce and breaded chicken cutlets the night before so all that had to be done other than the pie was frying up the cutlets and cooking the pasta.

Bucky arrives home right on time. “Wow. It smells amazing in here baby.” He gives you a tight hug, picking you up off your feet and kissing you soundly before running off to take a quick shower. Once he’s clean and ready you finish up the cooking and put the pie in the oven. Bucky sets the table and you prepare some small appetizers.

Steve and Peggy arrive first, and Peggy joins you in the kitchen for some gossiping and wine. You look over her shoulder to see Bucky and Steve on the couch plowing through the snacks. “Hey boys! Can you please try to save some for Nat and Sam??” They both look up guiltily, trying to hide their mouthfuls of food. “Sorry,” they mumble simultaneously.

Luckily, Sam and Nat show up only moments later and Sam can snag a few bites. Dinner goes off without a hitch and everyone sits with their glass of wine while they wait for dessert. “Nat has been going on and on about y/n’s baking all week! I can’t wait to eat this pie!” Sam shouts. “I know, Bucky said her cookies are better than my mom’s!” Steve chimes in, raising his eyebrows.

Everyone looks at Steve in shock, their mouths hanging open. “What the heck guys?” you say as you walk to the table holding the pie. “What happened?” Steve quickly speaks up, “nothing y/n! We were just talking about how good your baking is. That looks amazing!” You throw them a knowing smirk and put the pie on the table, serving a slice to everyone.

Sam shovels in a giant bite, moaning around the fork. “Holy cow, this is incredible y/n!” Steve follows suit, closing his eyes and mumbling something about heaven while he chews. Bucky looks up and gives you a wide smile, his eyes twinkling as he mouths “I love you.”

Before you can answer him Sam snorts, pulling your attention away as you watch him point and laugh. “Jeez, you two are sweeter than this pie.” You scowl at him and try to hold back your laughter but fail miserably when Nat chimes in and says, “that’s the best you could do. Really?” Everyone starts laughing and Bucky pulls you into his lap, feeding you a piece of the pie. “Wow. It really did come good,” you say, only loud enough for him to hear.

While everyone continues to eat Bucky makes some coffee, the smell drifting through the small apartment and perking everyone up. The rest of the evening goes by fast and before you know it, Bucky and Sam must leave for the bar. Bucky tries to help you clean up, but you shoo him out, looking forward to a little alone time with Peggy and Nat. “It’s fine Buck, don’t worry! We can definitely handle this!”

It doesn’t take the three of you long to clean up, afterwards getting comfy on the couch with a glass of wine. You hang out for another couple of hours before the yawning starts, the wine and good food catching up to all of you. “Thank you so much for coming, this was so fun!” They enthusiastically agree, telling you for the hundredth time how delicious the pie was.

An hour later you’re in the bath, relaxing under the bubbles and teasing Bucky by sending him sexy pictures. ‘Doll, this is so unfair…I know what’s under those bubbles and I want some.’ You giggle, placing your phone safely on the towel next to the tub. Grabbing the plate of pie you brought into the bath you take a bite, savoring every flavor as it swirls over your tongue. You mentally give yourself props, loving how much everyone praised your baking abilities.

Finishing the last bite, your eyes suddenly go wide, and you blurt out, “that’s it!!!” You drop the empty dish to the floor and grab your phone, trying to text Bucky as quickly as possible. “Shit, shit, shit!” you curse at your slippery fingers, wiping them off on the towel. ‘BUCKY! I KNOW HOW TO SAVE THE BOOKSHOP!’ The text goes through and you smile to yourself, excitement coursing through you while you wait for his reply.

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tigerseye46 · 3 years

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Through magical circumstances woooo ✨peachpig find themselves with a child (probably a stone egg) with A94 and B26/99?

Dhdhdhdh “through magical circumstances woo ✨” I love that. Also I’m posting the Peachpig prompts early (save one) then the rest later.

I got some inspiration from Starsfics’s fics for this one!

A94. “Don’t tempt me.” B26. “You’re special to me.” B99. “I want you to be happy. You’re worth it.”

Wukong and Pigsy stood in front of a table, rather close to each other, their eyes blown wide at the thing in front of them. On the table was a stone egg decked out in a mix of pink, red and gold, it had a pillow underneath.

They blinked at it. “Soooo, are we going to talk about this?” Wukong asked.

“Uhhhh… I guess so?”

“This is weird.”

“No kiddin’…”

During an adventure westward, they had an encounter with a demon where they used both their powers (well what little power remained with Wukong) to hit the demon, they had managed to dodge in time and the two’s powers hit a rock behind them. Instead of, say, exploding or something along those lines, it had absorbed their powers.

All of them had been confused by this but Wukong had deciphered that this rock was probably special like he was and the two had basically imbued it with their abilities so now they had a child of sorts.

“So, I guess we have a kid now?”

“I… I guess. Wow. I mean I was kinda hopin’, kinda prayed we would have a kid one day, not includin’ Xiaotian or Xiaojiao but wow…”

“Yea…”

Not taking his eyes off the egg, he said, “You know my life used to be actually normal before you came along.”

The king snorted. “You could have said no when you agreed to date me. You had a chance to escape,” he responded and pulled the pig close to him.

“Don’t tempt me. What are we goin’ to do?”

“I don’t know. It’s going to be difficult with the White Bone Spirit on our tails but I think we can do it. We just have to keep them out of sight.”

“I guess that works. I wonder what they’ll be like. I mean what would a cross between a pig and monkey be like anyway?”

“Guess we’ll figure it out. I wonder if they’ll be a girl or a boy or however else they choose to identify. I know I’ll support them all the way.”

Suddenly the stone egg moved slightly and the red and gold were swept away by pink, it lit up various shades of the color before it returned to normal with the pink on the bottom and the red and gold on top of it.

They gasped then the pig let out a chuckle. “I’m guessin’ she understands us. Wow, a daughter.”

The king’s eyes sparkled and he approached the egg. He laid his chin on the table. “Hi, little star,” he greeted, entranced as she shifted to a bright red out of embarrassment.

Pigsy tilted his head. “Little star?”

“Yea. She’s a wish come true and she shines like a star. She’s also beautiful like one too.”

There were golden spots mixed with the bright red. “Awww, looks like she’s embarrassed.” Then the bright red turned dark. “Is that anger?”

“I think so. She’s so cute.” And back to light red.

“She is. At least we can see she understands us. What are we goin’ to name her?”

“I don’t know. What do we want her to have? Well beauty works, I want her to shine, for everyone to notice how wonderful she is.”

“Like the stars?”

He bobbed his head. “Like the stars. Stars also are a symbol of protection so in turn, she’ll be protected and grow up to be a protector. Stars are generally positive so maybe something with xīng?”

“We could also name her somethin’ symbolizin’ youth, a long life, happiness, good luck…”

Wukong barked out a laugh. “Seems like you’re describing what peaches symbolize.”

His partner rolled his eyes. “Seems like your stomach is lettin’ ya think that but yea, peaches, táo.”

“Táoxīng? Maybe, I don’t know, we’ll figure it out. We should make a list of something.”

“Yea. A list would be good. Gods, not even married and we’re already havin’ a kid.” He rubbed the bridge of his snout.

The king lifted a brow in response. “Do you want to get married?”

Pigsy blushed and placed a hand on the back of his neck. “Well… uh yea… would be nice.”

“Then let’s get married.”

“Huh?”

Wukong got on his knees and held the pig’s hands. “Let’s get married. I was planning on proposing soon, but didn't know the right time to do it. Guess it’s the right time.” He pulled out a black box and opened it to reveal a shiny engagement ring. “You’re special to me, you both are,” he remarked as he took a quick glance at his daughter. “I love you both so much. I want you to be happy. You’re worth it. I never want to stop seeing you smile. So marry me.”

“Wukong… the answer is yes!” He grabbed his face and planted a long and deep kiss on his lips.

They giggled together after parting. “Now you’re really stuck with me,” he teased.

“Oh no. How unfortunate,” the pig muttered sarcastically.

They looked at their daughter who glowed golden along with a deep red, she rocked slightly as if she was kicking. “Awww, someone needs our attention. Don’t worry, little star, we’ll give you all the attention you need.” He lifted the pillow up gently and clutched her to his chest, the gold overshadowing the other colors. “We should go explain what we plan to do now.”

Pigsy rested a hand on his arm. “Yea, we should. She’s so adorable. Can’t wait to teach her how to cook.”

“I can’t either. Now come on,” he grabbed Pigsy’s hand and led him to the others while he held his daughter close to his chest, a fuzzy feeling washing over him.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #peachpigshipping #peachpig #sun wukong #monkey king #monkie kid wukong #pigsy #lmk pigsy #my fic #I did research on Chinese names so I hope I did a decent job of it #feel free to tell me if not though #I might do more with her-#who knows #I like the idea of an expressive stone egg

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21burritoseavey · 3 years

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Slow Down - Chapter 8

a/n: k i literally hate this but i hope you enjoy it a little lol. let me know what you think!

Summary: Daniel and Y/n are best friends, but like every clique love story lol, Daniel fell for Y/n, though he’s never admitted his feelings because Y/n has a boyfriend. After their exams, the group of friends decide to go on a “California-cation” (see what I did there haha) but Y/n’s boyfriend also tags along. It gets a little interesting and I guess you’ll just have to see how things go…

Daniel could barely sleep the night before. His feelings about Y/n only fuelled his anxiety, fogging his brain with a thick haze of memories and thoughts that he couldn’t shake. After hours of tossing and turning, he finally drifted into a faint slumber, rousing from his sleep - after what felt like mere seconds later - by a soft hand on his shoulder.

“Daniel...” Y/n whispered, biting back a smile at his slight pout and steady breaths. She tried again, “Daniii, wake up.”

Daniel shifted in his sleeping bag, stretching his legs and arms out messily with a small groan. The sound of gentle birdsong and aroma of breakfast filtered through the small gaps of his tent had him lifting himself up sleepily. “Uhm...-” he cleared his throat. “Good morning,” he said in a quiet, raspy voice.

“Morning.” Y/n replied with a small smile. She got up onto her feet and out of the tent. Daniel followed quickly behind her. “What time is it?” He asked gently.

“About eleven thirty or so.” Y/n answered casually as she took a seat on the wooden bench beside Corbyn. She grabbed the box of cereal to pour into a plastic bowl.

Daniel’s gaze narrowed into a squint as he peered through the morning sunlight to the array of breakfasts displayed on the table, a blue chequered tablecloth underneath. “Did you guys wake up late too?” He asked, taking a seat next to Jonah.

Corbyn glanced at him with a small chuckle, “eleven o’clock is late?”

“Well yea, I really want to go on that trail.” He smiled shyly. “You know the one you talked about before?” He glanced at Y/n.

“Yeaa!” Her eyes lit up instantly at the vivid memory.

Her sudden excitement sent a wide grin to Daniel’s face. “Yeah, I-I planned it for you” he said bashfully, eyes flashing at Corbyn with a smirk. He received a teasing glare in return and Jonah hid his giggle behind a sip of his coffee.

“I’m sure we’ll have time. But I actually planned for us to go canoeing today...” Jonah revealed, offering a simple smile in response to his friends’ open mouthed, shocked stares. “I’ve decided to conquer my fear of the ocean...Well, we’re not going in the ocean. Just the river a little way away. But that’s still conquering my fear, right?” He looked to the others for reassurance.

“Right.” Corbyn said with a light chuckle.

“Whatever you say.” Daniel shrugged, a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of him. “Thanks for breakfast by the way” he said, shovelling a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

“That’s okay, I figured I’d volunteer since I’m the mom of the group.” He said plainly, earning light chuckles from the others sitting around the table.

A calm aura swallowed the atmosphere as the group of friends ate their breakfast, lavishing upon fresh memories from the past few days. The two other bandmates woke up not long after. They dragged their feet through the squidgy grass tiredly. “Morning…” Jack breathed. The others simultaneously replied with gentle waves and ‘morning’s. Zach shuffled his feet over to the mini, portable coffee machine and poured himself a soothing cup of rich coffee before squishing right next to Corbyn on the picnic table.

“Where’s Grayson, he up yet?” Zach asked, peeking a brow as he filled his plate.

“Nope.” Y/n sighed, dropping her gaze as she haphazardly stirred her bowl of cereal. “I don’t think he’d like canoeing anyway...” She said honestly. Daniel’s smile faltered as he listened to Y/n’s words, and he exchanged identical looks with the guys.

“Maybe I can convince him?” Corbyn volunteered, shooting a comforting look at Daniel. He received a grateful nod in return, and they shared tight smiles.

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The gang were finally ready at around 2pm. They had played almost every board game they brought with them and had grown irritated by hearing the constant chirping of birds and rustling of trees around the campsite.

The fresh morning glow of the sky had subsided. The sun scorched down on the cluster of friends as they were ushered - by Jonah - to the sparkling river only a five-minute walk away. A rich tapestry of blue spread across the gentle velvet waters of the river. Jonah nearly sprinted to the wooden rack of canoes. To him, an inviting new adventure was just waiting to be experienced and he was oblivious to his friends’ teasing remarks.

“Ten bucks says he’ll absolutely hate it.” Daniel turned to Corbyn, a Nike swoosh of a smirk plastered on his face.

Corbyn chuckled, “I think he’ll tolerate it.” He replied truthfully. With a vigorous shake of hands, their bet was official. The guys lifted their canoes from the rack and placed them on the rocky shore. “Hey, Grayson? Can you help me with this?” Y/n asked tiredly as she tried to lift the canoe. She looked around for her boyfriend, but he was nowhere to be seen. “Grayson?”

“Here.” Daniel giggled, a few paces away. “I can help.” An easy grin played on his face as he shifted the canoe from her arms to his. He passed her a life jacket and calmly watched her slip it on.

“Thanks” Y/n said, her cheeks a little more pink than usual.

“s'ok” Daniel uttered lovingly.

Meanwhile, Jonah had been struggling with his own rickety canoe. It was so noisy that the wood creaked every time they moved. Jonah turned back to Daniel hesitantly, “Is this safe to use?” He asked, jerking down the brim of his lopsided baseball cap. Daniel looked up from his spot in the river. His knees were deep in the calm water and his forehead was already dampened with a layer of sweat from pushing the weighty canoe.

Daniel laughed lightly. “It'll be fine.” He reassured with a toothy smile.

Jonah tried his best to pull a grin in response and he turned back to the front, watching the water ripple and sparkle gracefully. A shaky deep breath left his lips as they finally plunged into the water past the shore. The three other bandmates drifted past, paddling recklessly through the water without a care in the world. “Oh my gosh” Daniel chuckled as he glanced at them.

“They're gonna fall in for sure.” Jonah said quietly.

“I don’t think they’re gonna fall in...” Daniel joked.

He couldn’t help but steal a glance at Y/n and Grayson behind them. Y/n’s smile shone as bright as lighthouse beams and the corners of his mouth pulled upwards, spreading light to every inch of him as well. The natural dew on her skin fostered a gentle glow to her face. The serene reverie he slipped into was broken by the familiar voice of Y/n’s boyfriend.

“Can you help please?” Y/n asked after her laughter died down. She raised and lowered the oar steadily through the water, watching it glide graciously upon the surface. “You can’t possibly expect me to do this alone.” She chuckled lightly.

“Okay, Y/n.” Grayson picked up the single bladed oar beside him and began paddling. “I didn’t even want to do this anyway.” He murmured quietly to himself, but Y/n heard.

“Can you please just do it...for me?” Y/n said, “let’s just try and have fun, okay?” She spoke pleadingly with a tight smile.

Daniel sighed after hearing their small conversation but just went back to paddling with Jonah.

The image of Y/n and Grayson on the canoe froze in his mind, kindling some kind of twisted jealousy or hurt in his gentle heart. The lingering goosebumps on his skin chilled his body to the bone. He let the serenity of silence calm him and the warmth of the sun’s rays heat up his cold body.

How are you holding up? You seem a little tense.” He asked Jonah although his eyes wandered elsewhere. Denying his shallow breaths and slightly quivering body, Jonah replied with a confident, “I’m doing great” as they travelled forwards quietly.

“Oh my gosh. Not these stupid bugs again” Daniel complained, eyes bolting to all directions and arms swinging in weary irritation. “-hate that I didn’t bring bug spray,” he groaned.

“Daniel.” Jonah said gingerly. Daniel was so distracted by the hasty bugs that circled him, he didn’t notice the canoe’s persistent wobbling.

“I swear I’m gonn-” His complaint was cut off by the crashing waves of the river washing over him as the boat completely toppled over. All the two boys could hear was the muffled laughter of their friends - perfectly dry and safe in their canoes. Jonah tried to shoot up to the surface of the river desperately, and with the help of Daniel beside him, he made it to the surface, to shore and then finally a decent length away from the river in good time.

“I’m never doing that again! I’m just gonna be scared of the ocean forever!” Jonah yelled breathily.

“Okay,” Daniel soothed gently, swallowing back his laughter as he walked past him. Jonah frowned at him before shifting his eyes back to the water. He watched peacefully as a soft breeze rippled the surface of the river. It danced along gracefully before hitting the rocks and pebbles on the shoreside.

Among the tall oak and pine trees, a pleasant shade had fallen where Jonah had been sitting, staring morosely at the water. Daniel padded across the grass and plunked himself beside Jonah, offering him a fresh, red towel. Jonah gratefully accepted and slung it over his shoulders, clutching it tightly around his body. “You, okay?” Daniel asked gently, biting back a chuckle.

Jonah turned to him, hiding his own laughter behind a supposably serious face. “Yeah.” He pushed his arm across his forehead tiredly.

“You’ll be alright.” Daniel assured. Just then, in perfect, comical timing, Corbyn emerged from the shore and tapped Daniel lightly on the shoulder.

“I guess I owe you ten bucks now.” He shrugged, unknowing of the conversation the two other boys just had.

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“Okay, what’s next?” Y/n asked eagerly.

“The trail.” Daniel said simply. He looked behind his shoulder. “You can stay here if you’re not feeling up to it Jonah.” He assured lightly, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Uhh...no.” Jonah shut down quickly. “You just feel bad for earning ten bucks at my expense” He joked, glaring at Daniel teasingly.

“Okay then, if you’re all ready to go, let’s do it.” He suggested.

The friend group were on their second adventure of the day and even though some of the boys were tired, they knew how much Daniel wanted to do this, especially for Y/n. They trekked through the summer heat in clusters as they conversed. Daniel draped his shirt over his shoulder and his hair sat all muddled on his head, flicking hard against his forehead as he walked.

Zach’s gaze caught something in the distance. In the dappled sunlight, amid the strong boughs, overgrown cabins scattered the dark areas of woods. The trees grew so tall, they veiled the sun’s light. He turned to Jack, tossing a sweaty arm around him. “You wanna mess with the guys?” He asked mischievously - not that he really needed to.

“Of course.” Jack responded with a chuckle. They were a few paces behind everyone else, so they quietly devised a plan. “K, i’ve got this” Jack said, clearing his throat and rolling up his sleeves.

“No, I've got this.” Zach corrected blankly.

“No. I’ve-” Jack started, before he was suddenly interrupted by Corbyn.

“You guys alright?” Corbyn asked gently with a light laugh.

Jack shuffled his feet closer to Corbyn a few paces ahead of him so he could hear better. He turned to Zach again. “Yeah, me and Zach were just talking about that cabin over there. Further in the distance” He asked, pointing to a random, bleak cabin. Zach merely sighed and nodded as he glanced at Corbyn.

Corbyn replied, “yeah? What about it?” He asked, slight hesitation laced in his voice.

“That’s my dad’s cabin. He bought it back in ‘97.” Jack said casually.

“Really?” Corbyn asked, matching Jack’s pace as he walked beside him.

“Yeah, he got it pretty cheap from the old owner.”

Corbyn peered into the distance, the archaic architecture and spoiled timber exterior didn’t go unnoticed, and he simply nodded. “Makes sense.” He chuckled.

“The guy caught his brother cheating with his wife…” He uttered eerily. Just then, Daniel and Y/n’s attention was caught by his fake story too. He continued, dropping his gaze to the brittle leaves that crunched beneath his feet. “He chased them out of the cabin and into the dark woods with a...” He paused for a second, searching for more ideas, “a machete and stabbed the dude three times. People say he’s still out there trying to find his wife, a sharp, bloody machete still in his hand.” He looked up to stunned faces looking back at him. “He could still be out here today.” Jack finished casually, continuing his onward stride through the trail.

Grayson scoffed, “Yeah right. You can’t tell me you guys really believe this.” He sneered.

“Y-yeah guys don’t be silly” Y/n said lightly, even though she was really shaken by it. She cleared her throat nervously before turning back to continue walking.

Grayson slowly approached Daniel from behind before uttering a gentle, “hey uhh, there’s not service here?” He questioned, holding up his phone to the sky with an outstretched arm.

“Oh yea. Sorry, I must’ve forgotten to mention it.” Daniel replied casually, turning back to the rocky path.

“Oh...okay” Grayson hid his slight uneasiness with a feigned grin that tugged at the corners of his lips.

The walk was peaceful for the most part, filled with organic, simple conversation. The brown and dry ground had little patches of green peeking through the roots of flowers and low-lying bushes. Y/n broke the momentary silence first with a question.

"Where's my necklace?"

'What?" Grayson asked.

“My necklace.” Y/n repeated. “You know the gold one, with the little crescent moon sorta thing?”

Grayson paused for a moment before replying with a tired “yeah, okay well when was the last time you saw it?”

“I’ve had it on for the whole trip, until now I guess.” Her face was etched in concern as she looked around. “I can’t lose that Gray, Dani gave it to me” She whimpered.

Daniel’s head turned at the familiar sound of his nickname. “What’s going on?”

“She lost that gold necklace or something.” Grayson said plainly as he continued walking.

“Wait-” Daniel gazed at Y/n seriously, “the one I gave you?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, uhh. Okay. It’s okay. We’ll find it. Don’t panic.” Daniel reassured, more to himself than her.

“Don’t panic? You literally look like you’re panicking right now Daniel.” Y/n teased lightly with a faint giggle.

“Uhh, okay guys!” He turned back to his bandmates ahead. “Y/n lost her necklace. We need to go find it.” He announced gravely, resting his hands on his hips. He turned back to Y/n, noticing her panicked look. "Don't worry, we'll find it" Daniel assured her gently.

"I hope so" Y/n said, worry written all over her face.

Zach fluttered about trying to find the necklace in unusual places. First his eyes roamed the precariously balanced boulders, then Jack’s hoodie that was tied around his waist and finally Jonah’s hat. He grasped Jonah's baseball cap from his head, peering into it solemnly.

"It's not in there," Jonah countered, snatching the hat back defiantly.

"Great, thanks Jonah" Zach said sarcastically before focusing back on finding Y/n’s gold chain.

The sun settled around them, gushing warm, dark golden streams through the columns of tall trees. It splashed warmly from their faces to their feet as they tread through the woods back and forth. Daniel weaved in and out through the trees and bushes as seamlessly as a shuffled deck of cards, concentration.

“Okay, you guys look over there,” Jonah said, pointing into the distance. “And the rest of us will go back down this way.” He suggested, and everyone agreed.

“Have you got any idea where it might be?” Grayson asked, glancing at Y/n.

“No, not a clue.” Y/n sighed worriedly, “It was around my neck like a minute ago” She dragged a hand over her face in frustration.

“Well, it obviously wasn’t if we’re still looking for it.” He muttered quietly.

“What?” Y/n asked gently.

“Nevermind.” Grayson walked past Y/n in the opposite direction angrily, but Y/n didn’t notice.

Grayson's groan of annoyance had Daniel averting his gaze to the boy beside him. “What’s wrong, man?” Daniel tried gently, slowing down to match Grayson’s pace.

“I just wanna find this stupid necklace” He huffed irritiatedly.

“It’s not stupid,” Daniel returned quietly, swallowing back his hurt. “I’m sure we’ll find it soon.” He assured calmly.

“We better.” Grayson warned.

“And we will...”

“Yeah, sure” Grayson returned, his voice dripping in sarcasm. “This forest is so big. It’s like trying to find a needle in a haystack”.

“If we all just focus, we should find it pretty easily.” Jack said reassuringly with a grin. Daniel nodded lightly in agreement.

“We’re literally just wasting time right now. I’m not even the one who gave it to her so why should I care?” Grayson glared at Daniel out of the corner of his eye.

“Because it’s important to Y/n.” Daniel glared at Grayson with utmost distaste.

Grayson only scoffed loudly.

Daniel stopped his movement and stood up straight. “Look, Y/n really wants to find it. If you were a good boyfriend, you wouldn’t be complaining right now.” He said seriously, storming further into the ever-darkening woods. He didn’t even think about the necklace anymore. It’s not just about the necklace. He thought.

“I’ve got more important things to do.” Grayson grumbled.

“Really? Cos you’ve sure been spending a lot of time on your phone” Daniel replied shortly. Grayson squirmed under Daniel’s blank gaze. He dropped his head and shuffled his feet nervously to hide his flushed, pink cheeks. Daniel took a deep breath in an attempt to compose himself. Grayson's words stirred inside of him, and he felt his arms bend at the elbows and hands close into fists almost uncontrollably. He was so focused on maintaining his supposedly calm facade that he didn’t realise how far they were walking.

“Guys. Can we-” Jack huffed. He searched his mind wretchedly to try and stop their argument.

Grayson looked at Daniel, “It’s just work, my brother and I work together so it’s just a lot of back and forth you know,” He chuckled, a hint of a grin on his lips.

“Like what? calls? Texts?”

“Guys.” Jack tried again gently.

Grayson paused for a moment before words stumbled out of his lips. “Y-yea. Calls and...stuff”

“I haven’t heard Ethan’s name come out of your mouth once this whole trip so far.”

“What are you trying to say?” Grayson challenged. His tone was pugnacious, calculating at most.

“Guys!” Jack’s loud voice snapped the two other boys out of their argument, and they looked at him expectantly. “I think we’ve gone too far,” he said slowly.

“Great.” Grayson groaned. “This is all your fault.”

“My fault? Seriously, don’t start this” Daniel responded tiredly,

“If you had just minded your own business then we wouldn’t be lost or whatever.”

“This is my business. She’s my best friend.” Daniel replied without hesitation.

“Wait guys, don’t you fear” Jack said positively, pulling out a crumpled map from his back pocket. “I have a map.” His eyes darted from side to side as he stared at it.

“It’s upside down.” Grayson said tiredly.

“Oh. I knew that.” Jack chuckled, turning the map over to the right side before continuing. “Okay…. umm does anyone actually know how to read this?” He asked shyly, a giggle escaping his lips. He glanced back at the two boys beside him. Their deadpan faces and silence had him dropping his gaze to the map again.

#daniel seavey imagines #daniel seavey fanfic #why don't we imagines #why dont we fanfic #zach herron #jack avery #jonah marais #corbyn besson #wdw boys #why don't we #why don't we fanfiction

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amphxtrite · 4 years

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hi aight so my name is annabelle i’m 14 (😐) almost 15 on january 31! i’m also a full blown hufflepuff

i have light green eyes and like an ashy blonde almost brown type colored mostly straight hair going a little past my shoulders. i’m bout 5”10 idk if that matters lolll my skin is also pretty pale i cant think of anything else

so basically i’m really into spirituality and divination! i love working with tarot cards and studying them and astrology. i’m very much into crystals and meditating and i love to just journal about my day a lot. i’m a mostly introverted person but i’ll really probably be a bit obnoxious around the right people but overall i’m really really quiet. also omg i love art like painting, drawing (literally doing it rn), clay, photography, literally everything and still experimenting. i love nature and space even tho it scares me a lot lmao i just love to gain knowledge of things!! also my goodness i LOVE CATS!!!!!!!! SO MUCH!!! ‼️ i think that’s it. actually nope i also like to write a lot just about anything and i’m still learning. but yea u get the point :-)

i don’t really mind if my ship is a boy or girl but i do prefer a boy in the golden era 😌

thank you so much btw

i ship you with...

Cedric Diggory.

how you meet

Cedric was rather skeptical of Divinations when he first stepped into the class, he wanted to try all the classes Hogwarts has to offer, even if most people told him that Divination wasn’t very popular.

Stepping into the huge room filled with couches, a strong sweet scent immediately floods his senses and he stumbles to the closest table to sit down.

Professor Trelawney emerges and begins the lesson, explaining the art of tessomancy and how it could read your future. The girl next to him focuses with great interests as she hits down many notes in a leather bound notebook, her hands moving swiftly across the page.

“Now sip from the cup, pour out the liquid and tellby our partner what you see!” Trelawney exclaims, waving her hands for you to begin.

Cedric follows the instructions, taking a sip of the tea before pouring out the rest of the liquid and turning to the girl next to him.

“I’m Cedric by the way.” He smiles, peering down into his cup.

“Annabelle.” You respond, glancing down into your own cup.

Cedric does his best to focus on his tea leaves, but he finds his grey eyes trailing up to your face again, your bright green eyes furrow in concentration and you swipe your blonde hair behind your ear.

“I think I see a star in my cup, what about you Cedric?” Your eyes snap up to see Cedric looking at you with pink cheeks.

“Um I see a h-heart I think.” Cedric squints his eyes into the cup only to have it pulled from his hand.

“Oh, a heart! My dear boy, I see passion, romance and love.” Trelawney sighs, shaking Cedric’s shoulder.

“And you my dear Annabelle, a star. The sign of success and good luck!” The professor sighs looking back and forth at the two of you.

“It’s like you were made for eachother. Love and success. The heart and the star, so simple, yet so beautiful. Absolutely divine.” Trelawney continues as the two students cheeks heat up at her comment. She begins running around the room, the sentences, ‘made for eachother.’ and ‘young love.’ being the most evident.

Cedric looks back you and your lips pull up into a small grin.

“Well, now what am I supposed to do now I know who my perfect match is?” you laugh, picking up your journal to jot something down again.

“I guess his is the part I ask my perfect match on a date?” Cedric smirks, offering you his hand.

“I don’t see why not my heart.”

Cedric begins to walk the halls with you in between classes to get to know you

Sometimes the two of you hang out in the fields to draw the mountains

You invite him to meditate with you but usually he’ll just sit beside you and read or sketch you

he loves the way your eyelashes seem to tangle up in the sunlight and how your skin seems to glow

when you introduce him to your cat he just scoops it up and starts cuddling with it

Sometimes you’ll all curl up in the common room together either to draw or just talk. Your cat will take turns cuddling up to the both of you and Cedric will stop mid sentence to watch your eyes light up when it comes walking your way

Cedric loves the look of excitement you get when anything happens and how quickly you pull out your notebook to write something down

brushing your hair while you meditate (if you let him)

He likes talking to you about nature and space, it’s also fascinated him forever and he loves how in depth your conversations are and how your eyes widen when you explain something

He loves your eyes and your smile, when your eyes light up and your cheeks pull back into a full smile it has a pink blush on his face in seconds

Trelawney continuing with the soulmate banter explaining in depth how the two of you were meant for eachother just based on your signs

“How long do you suppose this will go on?” Cedric chuckles as Trelawney spreads her arms out to say how your love must be written in the stars

“I don’t know but I must say I am growing rather fond of you Cedric.” You smile, taking his hand into yours

“Well I’m happy to say I am as well Annabelle.”

One day while you’re in the hufflepuff common room, meditating, Cedric comes in to sit beside you with your cat, who immediately runs to you and pounces in your lap.

You open your eyes and smile and Cedric knew then and there, that maybe Trelawney was more than just crazy, because she lead him to you.

He walks over and wraps an arms around you, bringing you closer to him until you’re nuzzling into his neck while holding your cat in your arms

“You’re so beautiful you know that.” Cedric sighs with a grin.

“What are you trying to say Cedric?” You cock your eye brow and pull back a bit from your resting spot.

“That I have the most beautiful girl in my arm right now and I want her to know it.” He chuckles placing his forehead against yours

“Go on.” You tease, cupping Cedric’s cheek in your hand

“Well, I was wondering if said girl wanted to be my... girlfriend?” Cedric murmurs, slowly getting closer to your lips.

You pause and pull away a little with a smile adorning your features before moving close to Cedric again and pressing your lips to his.

Cedric’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he responds quickly and soon his arms are around you again as your lips move in sync

“I think you got your answer Ced.” You smirk cuddling closer to him again.

“Yes and I’m very happy with the response.” Cedric laughs, peppering kisses on your hairline and stroking the soft fur of the cat who still resides in your lap, happily putting away.

I hope you like it!!🤍🤍

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kuratoki · 4 years

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Changes 11

Heads up, this part is HELLA long with dialogue but it’s also Y/N telling Jeno EVERYTHING about her past in Europe but there was so much fluff in here that I had to UWU

Changes Masterlist

Do you agree that things change in time? Well four years abroad would tell wouldn’t it?

Pairing: Reader x Jeno ft. NCT`

Words: 3744

Warning: Swearing, Mentions of torment and death, this is just an angstyish chapter with a tiny bit of fluff

Two hours later, Jeno pulled into an underground parking garage and with both your bags in one arm, he carried you bridal style to the elevator and up to his penthouse that his parents had gifted him for his 18th birthday. He was happy that the elevator went straight to his floor and that he didn’t need to open any doors. The last time he was here was when he needed to escape from everyone for a while but that was almost two year ago before the place was actually his. It still looked lived in, the people his family hired kept it in tip top shape for spontaneous visits like this one.

Placing you on the bed in his room, he decided to go take a shower and thought about what to order for food. There was a chance you’d wake up and be hungry and outside of the standard bottled water and juice, the fridge was pretty much empty.

He walked out a few minutes later, fresh, dressed in sweats and a muscle shirt, contacts out and glasses perched on his face. Deciding to call for Jjangmyeon and a few other things, he made his way back to his bedroom where he heard your voice talking quietly. Turning the corner, the sight before him took his breath away.

The lights were off but the room was fully illuminated thanks to the moon shining bright through the floor to ceiling windows. You must’ve gotten hot at some point because his hoodie you wore was now beside you and you were left in your pink tank top that accentuated just the right features. You were looking out the window, your phone attached to one ear and the glow from the moon made you look almost ethereal to him.

“I’m sorry that happened.” you said quietly, unaware of Jenos presence, “He’s such a jerk and then what happened?” your eyes widened, “Seriously?

Jeno decided to wait till you were finished your conversation and decided to text Doyoung. He could trust that his favorite Hyung would keep their location a secret.

[11:02pm] JeNo - Hey Hyung, I’m with Y/N right now. She’s fine. I decided to take her to the city for the weekend to get away from things ...please don’t tell anyone where we are...she needs some time to breath

[11:05pm]KDyoung - Oh thank goodness. We were so worried after the two of you ran out. Johnny and Mark went looking for you after you guys didn’t come back for an hour. WHY DIDN’T YOU ANSWER YOUR PHONE YOU DISOBEDIENT CHILD!?? AND WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU GUYS?!? SICHENG IS HAVING A PANIC ATTACK, HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE THE CALMEST ONE OF THE CLUB BUT HE LITERALLY HAD A MELT DOWN WHEN THEY COULDN’T FIND YOU. WHEN I GET MY HANDS YOU LEE JENO!

Jeno’s eyes widened as the tone in the text message escalated.

[11:06pm] JeNo - I was driving and uh...she was holding my hand and she fell asleep and you know, I really shouldn’t text and drive anyways… I took her to my place in Gangnam, we’ll probably stay the whole weekend and come back late Sunday...You can tell Sicheng and the rest of the leaders but NO one else. I don't want Y/N to get stressed out if people start showing up.

[11:07pm] KDyoung - So you want to confess...got it.

[11:08pm] JeNo - Wait no Hyung-

[11:09pm] KDyoung - I’ll tell Sicheng that you guys are safe, come back Tuesday, I’ll make up an excuse for you two. Renjun, Yukhei and Y/N are going to be granted time off because of the death of a loved one and I can get Tae to use the emotional support reasoning for your absence. Take care of her, that’s all I ask.

[11:10pm] JeNo - Thank you so so so so so much Hyung. Thank you...We’ll see you back at the house Tuesday night.

Jeno put away his phone as he heard you saying your goodbyes to Renjun.

“Take care of yourself.” you said, “Don’t worry about me...I will… I can’t believe you got caught, you were doing so well too...oh well..but yea I’ll talk to him. You guys are welcome to crash at my place tonight and the weekend or whatever...I’ll let you know when I know., Goodnight my dear prince.”

After hanging up your phone, you let out a soft sigh, looking up when you felt someones presence at the door, making eye contact with Jeno.

Silently patting the spot next to you, he took it as an invitation that you were ready to talk and judging by the look on your face, it had seemed that you processed quite a few things in the short amount of time.

You curled into him the moment the bed dipped and he leaned back against the headboard, pulling the blanket cover the two over you before he wrapped his arms around you in an embrace. This sensation was familiar for the two of you as you spent many weeks of your childhood here watching thunderstorms through this very same window.

“So Yukhei and Renjun got into a fight..” you said breaking the silence that consumed the two of you.

“Shit seriously? What happened?” Jeno asked surprised, knowing that Renjun had started yelling at Yukhei when you ran out of the house.

“Renjun came to my defence, threw the facts in Yukheis face and I guess he couldn’t take the truth.” you said, your voice coming out as a sigh, “Yuta, Johnny and Jae broke it up after Yukhei threw the first punch, got Renjun in the eye. Yukheis back on probation and they’ve assigned Kun to look out for him and to keep him in check. ”

“Finally, I’ve been trying to get Taeyong to do that for weeks. He didn’t even show up to practice at all this week. Also, is Renjun okay?” Jeno asked as he felt you shrug.

“He says it’s just a small bruise but Renjun’s also tough. He told me that in exchange for taking a hit for me...I had to do something for him…” you said and laid your head on Jenos shoulder inhaling the scent of his shower gel and realized that it hadn’t changed all these years.

“It would’ve been worse if I stayed behind...after hearing those things leave Yukheis mouth, Jaemin and Jisung had to hold me back from punching that asshole in the face.” Jeno said and felt you shift in his arms so you could look at him.

“Thank you for coming after me..” you said quietly, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek and he leaned down to kiss your temple, the two of you savoring the small moment your foreheads touched briefly, this was how he always calmed you down when you were upset, he was the only one who could. Like all the other times, you were able to feel yourself breath properly for the first time since you left home. The shock from the news wearing off slowly and the heavy sadness you felt was no longer present, “I guess you want to know what happened.”

“Only if you want to tell me.” Jeno said as the two of you looked outside the window once more, “Like I said, I don’t want to push you.”

“I want you to know…” you said, faintly playing with the ring on his index finger, the ring he was sure he’d give you one day, “You deserve to...but are you ready to hear it?“

“I’m open ears.” Jeno nodded, resting his head on your shoulder, letting out a huff, the hot air dancing across your neck, ticking you slightly “I just don’t want you to be hurting...I know how well you bottle things up and it’s so unhealthy.”

You smiled at the sound of concern from his voice and intertwined your fingers with his, feeling him hum in contentment, “What do you want to know?”

“You” Jeno responded simply, “I want to know about the girl who left town to pursue her own dreams only to come back a different person. The girl who stole my heart then…” he stopped himself for a moment when he heard you suck in a breath and realized he had nothing to lose now it wasn’t like either of you could run away, “The girl who still has my heart now.” he whispered softly but because he was next to your ear, it was loud and clear. When you didn’t say anything, clearly deep in your own thoughts, only to feel you shift deeper in his arms and he tightened his embrace, “How about you tell me about what happened tonight and we can go from there?” he suggested.

You nodded your head and cleared your throat, you couldn’t tell if it was the feeling of Jeno’s bare arms against your skin or the fact that he practically just confessed to you but the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy and you were afraid you’d explode if they didn’t stop soon.

“You remember earlier tonight when Renjun and I told everyone we were invited back to the Selects Performance team right?” you asked and felt him nod against your shoulder, “Anne-Marie...the backbone of this whole operation...her son, Xander passed away today. Only a few hours ago actually...but they suspect that he went sometime in the night. He was…” you paused, biting your lip and wiped a stray tear, “He was someone special to a lot of people. He was a mentor, a friend and a brother...he was the glue that kept everyone together.” you sniffled, feeling the urge to cry once more and you had to take a small moment to yourself.

Jeno stayed silent, his head resting between your neck and shoulder. His thumb ran comforting circles on the bare skin between your tank top and leggings while he whispered words of comfort. Urging you to continue only when you were ready.

“He was also one of the few Select Competition Team members that Renjun and I actually went to school with. But even though he was one of the best in his year, he still treated everyone as an equal. The same way his mother taught him. He was the one who told us to audition for the Selects performance team our second year after seeing the progress we made.” you paused and choked back a sob, “He was the one who encouraged me to continue dancing even after my accident…”

“Were you guys close?” Jeno asked curiously, wondering of the impact this person made in your life, at first you didn’t seem so upset but now you were trying not to have a breakdown.

“We got closer when Renjun and I got the roles...he was once again assigned as our mentor...along with his partner who was another Junior, Wong Yuwen.” you muttered and Jeno stiffened.

“Yukheis sister..” Jeno muttered and felt you nod and heard your chuckle.

“She HATED my guts.” you said shaking your head, “She went to school with us too and had it out for me the moment I walked into the room.”

“Seriously? But she didn’t even know you.” Jeno said, scrunching his nose and felt you shrug.

“It was her way of showing her dominance. Apparently she was a potential recruit for the same China club that Renjun is part of. When Renjun got accepted and she didn’t, she cut off all ties with him, even though her brother and Renjun were apparently good friends. When we met at the Selects training camp, hell broke loose.” you said thinking back to your first and only year with the Selects Team, “Because Xander, Renjun and I were already close from school, it was easy to joke around with each other during practice and he introduced us to his sister Mia, aka Renjuns current girlfriend. But on the day they met...Renjun...” you let out a sigh, “was an embarrassment to mankind and I almost regretted introducing him as my dance partner.”

“Yikes.” Jeno said chuckling slightly, “What’s the story.”

“Mia is the one girl Renjun made a fool of himself by introducing himself as Reggie.” you deadpanned and Jeno had to laugh.

“She must’ve loved that.” Jeno said still shaking with laughter as you joined him with giggles, the heaviness of your heart lifting slightly.

“She did cause they were an item by closing night.” you said smiling slightly, “But during training and rehearsal, things were tense and this is kind of where it gets twisted, let me know if you need me to reiterate anything okay?”

Jeno nodded and you took a breath.

“The Select Dance Company has ONE golden rule and it is a rule to be followed by everyone with no exceptions." you started.

“ You aren’t allowed to be romantically involved with your partners.” the two of you said at the same time and Jeno chuckled.

“Renjun explained it to me after I caught him talking to his girlfriend.” he explained when you gave him a look of curiosity, “But that’s another story, go on.”

“There were three known partner pairings within the dance company. Renjun and I represented the Juniors all around, Jongin and Mia were known for their strong stage presence and both incorporated Hiphop into a lot of their styles while Xander and Yuwen danced beautifully together but during rehearsal, it was an eyesore because Yuwen constantly threw herself at Xander and it was painfully obvious. I always found him hiding out in one of the practice rooms during our breaks when he needed to get away from her and I wanted to leave Renjun and Mia alone.” you smiled thinking of the short twenty minute breaks the two of you spent in the small practice room, talking about life, his battle with cancer which you only found out about by mistake and your transition from home to a new school.

You explained to Jeno that with Xander, it was like you and him. The practice room was your haven where you forgot about dance and were just yourselves even for a short period of time.

“Did you...did you ever have feelings for him?” Jeno asked hesitantly, it wasn’t like it mattered anymore but he was just curious.

“I asked myself that a lot during my time with him. Honestly, I don’t really know.” you answered honestly, “He was everything a girl could want, he was kind, smart, good looking...more princely than Renjun for sure..But I could never think of him that way and I made it clear the day he confessed.”

“Wait, he confessed?” Jeno asked shocked and you nodded once more.

“Right after the semi-finals of our first year.” you said, “It was short and sweet, I like you more than a friend and it was the reason why I never asked to dance with you was all he told me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find it in my heart to accept him…” you whispered looking down, “I couldn’t accept him knowing that I left my heart back here with you. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us…So I told him that I couldn’t be with him knowing that deep down, my heart belonged to someone else and that he would always be an older brother to me. He took the rejection a lot better than I expected and I was glad our relationship didn’t change from that. If anything, it got better for everyone for a while.”

Jeno listened intently as you told your story, he was glad to know that you always kept a part of him with you. It wasn’t like he didn’t know that already, the little reminders he saw around your bedroom ranging from pictures to gifts he’d given you, displayed for everyone to see were enough to tell him that you never stopped thinking of him. He still had one question though, how did Yukhei play into all this? “So Yuwen hated you and Yukhei wanted you...but Yukhei and Xander were best friends so technically, Yukhei broke the bro code by pursuing you in the first place.”

“Pretty much…” you confirmed, “Xander wasn’t an idiot. He knew what Yukhei and Yuwen were doing. He didn’t know they were behind my accident till much later though and that was after we finished performing Swan Lake for the first time. After that…” you frowned and your hand tightened around his, “he started getting sick again...right around competition season our second year...we were hanging one day and he collapsed and I rushed him to the hospital. Renjun was with Mia and her mom on a trip to Paris that weekend so I stayed with Xander till they got back. I was with him when he got his test results back...he made me promise not to tell anyone. I didn’t out of respect, as much as it bothered me...I kept it to myself.” you sniffled, “I didn’t compete that season...I wanted to be there for Xander...when Renjun, his sister and mom got back...we had to break the news to them that his cancer returned and was growing at an aggressive pace..he had to start treatment immediately.” you smiled thinking about how much your friend fought for his life.

“What about Yukhei and Yuwen?” Jeno asked, “How did they react to it all?”

“Xander cut all ties with Yukhei once he realized that he was behind my accident and he pulled out of the competition team when he got sick, leaving Yuwen to go solo once more.” you explained, “When it was announced that Xander would withdraw, she had a freak out. She blamed me for it all. Cornered me in the hall and pretty much yelled at me...She lost it when Xander came to my defense...she tried to slap me but Renjun and Jongin were able to hold her back while Xander and Mia took me somewhere else.” you chuckled to yourself, “I think she was more shocked that Xander actually yelled at her as opposed to him coming to my defense...She was dismissed from the Selects team that year by Anne-Marie herself. When we got back to school the following year, it was also Renjun’s last year before he went to train with the Chinese Ballet Association so he and Mia spent as much time together as they could and I took care of Xander up until I left. He and Jongin were the ones who encouraged me to attend SMAA.” you finished and let out a big sigh, “The last time I talked to him was two days ago and he said he was doing fine…” you said with a frown, “But he always didn’t want us to worry...I figured he lied.”

“He probably did it for a good reason…” Jeno reasoned, running his hand through your hair in a comforting manner, “From what you told me, the two of you seemed to care for each other a lot... I would’ve loved to meet him.”

“He said the exact same thing two days ago when I was telling him about you.” you said with a tearful smile, “He knew all about you, our past, everything. I think if it weren’t for him, Mia and Renjun, I would’ve lost my mind back there.” you chuckled and wiped more tears, accepting the tissue Jeno offered you and leaned into him so there was literally no space between you, “Thank you for letting me explain...for letting me get this off my chest.”

“Thank you for letting me in. For letting me get to know the new you.” he whispered, placing a kiss on top of your head before resting his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo that he knew all too well, surprised it hasn’t changed all these years.

Everything was sinking in for Jeno, he was glad you opened up about your past. The pain you went through, the person you became, he couldn’t believe you went through so much alone. You were a fairly private person to begin with and he knew that back in the day, he was the only one you would confide in, the only one you could trust. Now, you had Renjun, Jisung and Hana, three people who he saw as the keys that unlocked the door you called a heart.

Hana was the female presence you needed. You didn’t really get along with the other girls when you were growing up and mainly depended on him and Jaemin from time to time. Hana on the other hand understood you and you shared the same sense of humor which was probably why she and Jaemin were going so strong.

Jisung was essentially you in male form. You both had a lot in common from video games to your favorite foods and you were both extremely talented dancers. Your sense of humor, like Hana was the same and Jisung would often push boundaries with the two of you more than he would with Jeno and Jaemin. He also knew that Jisung cared deeply for you, to fly to another continent to be with you in your time of need was one thing, but the fact that he actually carried your iron supplements around showed that the memory of you collapsing was still fresh on his mind and despite reassurance, he still wasn’t sure what his friends feelings towards you were.

With Renjun, Jeno couldn’t figure it out yet. With Renjun, he saw sides of you he had never seen before. He saw your violent aggressive side that you unleashed on a daily basis towards your Chinese friend who did not hesitate to unleash his wrath right back, he also saw your serious, focused side when you and Renjun would review choreography, often harshly critiquing the other but the critiques made you both better right away. He got to see a new you, the real you. So many sides of you he was unfamiliar with yet, they were all qualities that made him fall deeper.

“So...I know this is sudden..” Jeno said breaking the silence and you shifted in his arms to look up at him, “Do you want to go on a date tomorrow?”

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anarcoqueer1994 · 5 years

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Pretend Boyfriends

This was a really cute request by @tyrus-is-everything . The prompt was TJ and Cyrus pretend to date to get Kira to back off TJ but then end up together at the end. I hope y"all like it. It was a fun story to do. There is minor fluffy angst.

"Ugh…" TJ throws his hands on his face before dramatically falling back on Cyrus' bed. The two of them are supposed to be studying for a math test but TJ is obviously distracted. Cyrus, sitting across the room in a chair by his desk ,looks at the other boy. He takes the opportunity to enjoy how cute the blonde is while TJ has is face covered.

After a moment of staring, he snaps out of it. He clears his throat causing the jock to sit up and look at him. "Something on your mind, Teej?"

"Its Kira, dude. She is so clingy. She is always texting me, always asking to hang out. I don't exactly mind her, like she is cool to play some pick up games at the park with but she wants to hang out all the time. She just texted me asking to go to the park with her. I told her I am studying but she keeps texting me. Do you think she could have a crush on me?"

Cyrus shifts uncomfortably in his seat at the last question. He tries to regain his composure. He knows he shouldn't feel jealous over the idea that someone else likes TJ, but he does. But who wouldn't like TJ? He is so sweet, and the best looking guy at school, a great athlete…

"Hello, earth to Cyrus?" TJ waves his hand. He must have noticed Cyrus zoning out. Cyrus snaps back into it, slightly blushing. "Oh sorry, I'm a little out of it. What were you saying?"

"Kira, Cy. Do you think she could like me?"

"I mean it is pretty obvious she does. But I also think that she thinks you like her back."

TJ's face distorts in confusion. "Why would she think that?"

"Well you do spend a lot of time together. She flirts with you all the time and you are just so oblivious to it that you don't say anything. You even gave her a piggyback ride."

"I told you Cyrus, she bet me I couldn't carry her."

Cyrus rolls his eyes. "Yea but typically if someone randomly jumps on your back, or you know, constantly wants to around you, they probably like you more than just a friend."

"God, I'm an idiot. I can't believe I missed all that." TJ returns his hands to his face. "I want to make it clear to her somehow that I am not interested in her that way!"

Cyrus jokingly suggests "You can always get a girlfriend so she gets the hint that you are taken."

TJ suddenly gets a huge smile on his face. "That's a great idea!"

"TJ, I was joking. How do you expect to get a girl just to go along with pretending to be with you just to get Kira off your back. Wouldn't it be easier just to talk to her?"

"First of all, no. Talking to her always just leads back to us talking about her. It is impossible to have a real conversation with her. Secondly, who said it had to be a girl? As long as she thinks I'm taken the plan will work. In fact, it could be anyone." TJ gets a devious look on his face and smirks at Cyrus.

"Oh no. No way TJ." Cyrus puts up his hands.

"Why Cyrus? It would be perfect. You're my best friend and the only one I can trust with this. Plus you wouldn't have to keep it up for long. After she gets the hint that I don't like her, we could "break up" because we realized we are better as friends or something. Please Cyrus?" TJ flashes those puppy dog eyes. If only he realized how much those eyes made Cyrus' heart melt.

Cyrus lets out a sigh. "Let's say I agree, where would we do this?

"Well I was thinking there is that winter festival tomorrow night, I know she will be there. We can go together like a pretend date?"

"Fine, I'll do it. I will be your pretend boyfriend." Cyrus gives a small smile.

"Thank you so much! You have no idea what this means to me!" TJ gets up and walks across the room. He throws his arms around Cyrus. He continues "Really, thank you."

TJ's arms linger around Cyrus far longer than a random hug. Cyrus clears his throat again, seemingly shocking the other back to reality. TJ pulls away quickly.

"Sorry about that Cyrus, you know, just trying to rehearse what to do as your boyfriend." He gives a nervous laugh.

Cyrus, trying not to read too much into it, replies, "Yeah, rehearsing is good. Um we should get back to math."

"Yea, you're right. We should study." The other boy says, sounding equally as flustered.

That night, neither boy could sleep. Both were thinking about that hug in Cyrus' bedroom and what laid ahead the following evening.

*************

They decided to meet at TJ's house before heading to the festival. Cyrus is nervous as he walks to TJ's front door. He has been here so many times before but this time feels different. This time his heart feels like is was going to fly out his chest at any moment. He has to remind himself that this is pretend. Maybe the flowers were too much he thinks to himself. TJ only likes you as a friend he keeps saying in head.

On the other side of the door is an equally nervous boy. He has redone his hair at least 3 times. Amber, his big sister, is trying to calm him down. She smiles as she finishes fixing his hair, washing out some of the excess gel. Her brother hasn't admitted his crush on his best friend to anyone. But Amber can tell. She wants tonight to go well for him.

The doorbell rings, and TJ practically trips running down the steps to answer it. Before opening the door, he reminds himself to stay cool. Unfortunately, it takes everything in him not to go full heart eyes when he opens the door. There Cyrus was, cheeks pink from the cold air, standing in front of him with a bouquet of violets and white roses. He looked so cute. "Hey Underdog."

"Hey, not-so-scary-basketball-guy. I um brought you these, I figured it would help us stay in character if we play the part completely. You know, method acting." Cyrus says as a lame excuse. In reality, he thought the colors would look pretty with the contrast to TJ's bright green eyes. He hands them to the taller boy.

"I love them. These are great. Thank you, Cyrus." He gives a soft smile. "Let me put these in some water and we can go."

Soon enough they were making their way to the festival. When they walk through the gates, they see a massive ice rink full of people skating and having fun. There are stands with hot chocolate, and winter crafts for kids. Further back, people are sledding down a long hill. String lights fill the open air space with a warm glow.

TJ looks over at Cyrus' face. He looks so happy and cute. His face is filled with pure joy, looking like a kid who has just walked into a winter wonderland. He takes this opportunity to slide his hand into Cyrus'. He expects some resistance but only feels the warmth of the other boy's hand squeezing back before intertwining their fingers. Cyrus says in a barely audible tone "Got to keep up the role right?" Before pointing somewhere with his eyes. TJ follows his line of direction to Kira, standing near a food tent staring at them.

Cyrus speaks again. "I think she definitely sees us. You think she will get the hint?"

"I hope so but we should keep this up for the rest of the night just in case." TJ says in a voice that almost sounds foreign. Cyrus swears that he almost sounds nervous even.

"Of course." Cyrus smiles. "Wanna go skating? It is one of the only athletic things I can do without completely embarrassing myself."

"Yeah, that sounds great." TJ responds as he starts to lead the brunette to the skate rental booth. As they step closer, they see some familiar faces. Buffy and Andi are standing in line waiting to rent their skates. Cyrus starts to internally panic as he and TJ get closer. He forgot to fill his friends in on this plan. What if they blow their cover? Cyrus pleads with whatever G-d is out there to stop his friends from noticing him. No such luck.

Buffy spots them right away. She calls over. "Cyrus, TJ over here."

TJ, not realizing what could go wrong, happily pulls Cyrus to the others, still holding hands.

"Hey, I didn't know you guys were coming." Andi says. "Cyrus said he had plans tonight." Her eyes shoot down to the boys' intertwined fingers. "Oh my god. Are you guys on a date?"

Neither boy answers, unsure what to do. Buffy smiles at them. "You guys are, aren't you? I am so excited for you! Finally, right?"

With those words Cyrus' heart drops. Buffy just unintentionally opened a can of worms he wanted to keep shut. TJ speaks next. "What do you mean by finally?"

"Well you know, Cyrus had such a crush on you for so long and literally anyone with eyes could see that you liked him just as much. I am just surprised you didn't do this sooner." She says nonchalantly as the group of kids get their skates.

Cyrus quickly interjects "Well, um, we are going to go skate now. " He sounds anxious and even with the cold air around them, Cyrus feels clammy. He pulls TJ away from their friends, who look completely confused, and to the rink.

He keeps expecting TJ to call this whole plan off. He expects TJ to be freaked out. He expects him to regret ever becoming his friend. But when it comes to TJ Kippen, you should never expect one thing, because you will get something else. TJ seems to pretend like that entire conversation didn't even happen. He goes on with their fake date. He appears completely unfazed as he pulls Cyrus onto the ice. That is, of course, on the outside.

On the inside TJ was a bundle of nerves. Was Buffy right? Did Cyrus really like him in the same way he liked Cyrus? Could this be a thing? Could he really date the boy of his dreams? He was surprised that Cyrus could not hear his heart pounding. TJ really did not want to get his hopes up but he was struggling to keep them low.

Neither boy spoke much as they skated laps around the rink. But they never let go of each other's hand, almost like they needed the connection. After a bit, they hear a skater coming up behind them. As the skater went around them, she came into view; Kira. She stops in front of them and gives almost a disgusted smile. "Hey TJ. Cyrus." The latter's name was spoken with much contempt.

"Oh hey Kira." TJ replies.

"So what is this? Are guys seriously a thing now?" The words leave her mouth like venom.

The taller boy speaks again. "As a matter of fact, we are." He smiles before removing his hand from Cyrus' only to throw it around Cyrus' waist pulling him closer.

Being this close to TJ makes it almost impossible to breathe. The air from his lungs felt like it was caught in his throat. All he can do is stand pathetically wrapped in TJ's arm, but he wasn't about to complain.

Kira's voice cuts through his thoughts, louder than before. People are beginning to stare. "I don't think whatever this is, is real. You expect me to believe that you would rather date this loser, over me. We compliment each other so well."

TJ's grip around Cyrus gets tighter as he snaps back. "Don't call him that! You don't know anything about him! He is the sweetest, smartest, cutest person I ever met. Anyone would be proud to be with him, I know I am." Cyrus' blushes, thankful that the cold could account for the pink filling his face.

She smirks "Then kiss him."

"What?" TJ chokes out.

"If he really is your boyfriend, kiss him."

Cyrus looks up at TJ, not sure what to do next. TJ looks back at Cyrus to get permission with his eyes to kiss him. Cyrus nods softly. TJ's eyes flicker down to Cyrus' lips before leaning in and ...does nothing. He stops before meeting Cyrus' lips.

"I'm sorry. I can't. I'm sorry…" he says one more time to Cyrus before running away leaving Cyrus on the ice. Cyrus' heart sinks to the pit of his stomach.

Kira lets out a dry laugh. "I knew it. TJ could never really be into a guy like you." Her words felt like knives piercing him all over. As she skates away, he is left feeling like an idiot.

TJ had spoken all those nice things about him. He didn't freak out when Buffy revealed his crush crush on the athlete. He didn't deny what Buffy said about him liking Cyrus. Cyrus, for a moment, let himself believe that they could possibly be a thing. But it was obvious by how TJ reacted just now, that he was being delusional. TJ was just being polite.

He shoots TJ a short text.

I'm heading home.

He doesn't even get a reply.

************

Cyrus lays in bed, replaying the events from earlier that night. He keeps reliving that awful feeling he had watching TJ run away from him. He should of stuck to his gut. It was a terrible idea to do a fake date. He knew somehow he would get hurt. But he could never say no to TJ. But now he is left feeling more stupid, and humiliatedthan he has ever felt.

He is jarred from his thoughts when he hears a tap on his window. He is on the second floor so he is a little uneasy. Then there is a second tap.He turns on his bedside lamp. Another tap hits the window. Cyrus takes a deep breath and walks to the window. Looking outside he sees a figure sitting on the tree branch outside his room. It doesn't take him long to recognize the figure. He opens his window. "TJ?"

"Hey Cyrus, a little help here." He says reaching his hand out, asking to come into the room. Like it was established earlier, Cyrus can't say no to those green eyes. He grabs the other boy's hand and helps pull him inside.

The boys face each other. Cyrus doesn't get why TJ is here. Hasn't he been humiliated enough today without the taller boy coming to remind him that he is an idiot with another unrequited crush?

In a hushed tone, as to not wake his parents, Cyrus asks "Do you have any idea what time it is? What are you doing here? Are you crazy? Look I get that it was dumb for me to think you could..." Cyrus is suddenly cut off by the other boys lips pressing against his. TJ's arma pulling Cyrus closer to him. It only last a few seconds before TJ pulls away but without removing his arms. Cyrus is in complete shock.

"What ...what was that for?" Cyrus can hardly push the words across his teeth.

"It's what I wanted to do earlier. I like you a lot Cyrus. I like you as way more than a friend. All those things I said earlier to Kira, I meant every single word.You are so sweet. You are so smart. And damn. You are so cute. When I am with you, you make me want to be a better person. You are always there to build me up, even when it feels like the world wants to tear me down. I don't want to be pretend boyfriends. I want you to be my real boyfriend. I just don't know what else to say. Just please tell me that you like me in the same way. Please." TJ looks like he is holding his breath waiting for a response.

Cyrus gives a small smile before reaching up and touching TJ's cheek. "I do. I do like you in the same way. I would love nothing more than being your real boyfriend. "

TJ let's out the air that moments ago was caught in his lungs. "Good." He laughs softly.

"But wait," Cyrus asks "If you liked me too, why did you run off today?"

"Because… because a minute ago, was my first kiss. I was so nervous in front of all those people. I didn't want to look stupid and I panicked." TJ turns his gaze away from Cyrus, almost ashamed to make eye contact.

"TJ, I get it. And I like this better anyways. Our relationship is on our terms, not Kira's. I can't believe I was your first kiss. You're so, I mean look at you. You are so adorable. I'm surprised people weren't lining up to kiss you."

"Cyrus, until you, I didn't want to kiss anyone." He blushes and Cyrus takes note of every detail on TJ's face.

"You mean that?"

"I've never meant anything more. So is it a yes to the boyfriend thing? Because I would like to try this kissing stuff again." He gives a cheesy grin at the shorter boy.

"Yea, it is a yes. But a las, you have to leave before my parents wake up. But The Spoon tomorrow for lunch?

"Definitely." TJ finally pulls off of Cyrus, making his way to the open window.

"TJ wait." Cyrus says.

"What is it, muffin?"

Cyrus blushes at the new nickname before stepping closer and placing little kiss on TJ's cheek. "Night Teej."

With a small wave, TJ is gone out the window.

Well neither of them are getting any sleep tonight.

#andi mack #tyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #cyrus #tj #kira

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seventeen-scenarios-blog · 8 years

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[DRABBLE REQUEST] Soulmate!Jeonghan

Request: Soulmate!Jeonghan AU Requested by: @keshuasd Word Count: 2,622 Genre: F L U F F Warnings: None!

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long to write, school work has really got to go man. Anyway, I hope you like it cause I had loads of fun writing this one! Enjoy!

-jihooned

That section of your hair wouldn’t stop glowing. It started of as a faint shade of red, but within the last hour, it had turned a bright red colour, and it wouldn’t fade at all.

“Wow, your soulmate must be pretty worked up over something.” Your friend commented, taking a sip from her iced latte.

The two of you were chilling in the cafe that you frequented. You initially planned to talk about your school work with her, but eventually the two of you got distracted when your hair started to glow.

It was a magical thing, this whole soulmate business. You found it absolutely fascinating that there was someone out there who was made for you, and you found the fact that you could actually see how they were feeling fascinated you even more.

Everyone had a certain section of hair that would change colour based on how the soulmate was feeling. Red hair symbolised anger, yellow meant happiness, purple would represent envy while green showed fear, blue was sadness. And if the hair turned pink…

Well, it would mean that the soulmate was very very much in love.

To find your soulmate required you to observe two things. Firstly, whether the section of hair was located in the same place and secondly, whether the hair turned silver when you were near each other.

Since you were a child, you have always been curious on who your soulmate was. Was it a female or a male? If it was a female was she pretty? If it was a male was he handsome? You weren’t going to lie, there have been days where you spent all your time staring at that section of hair, observing how your soulmate was feeling that day.

You laid on your bed the moment you reached your studio apartment, your right hand holding onto the section of hair. It was still red, but it was less bright than before.

I hope they’re feeling better now

Nothing particularly interesting happened for the next few days. Sure your hair would change colour once in awhile, but most of the day, your hair remained black.

Two weeks later, you were back at the same cafe again, but this time you were alone. You were having a long term break so you decided to chill for a bit. As usual, you took slow sips from your drink while catching up on your favourite drama series.

The drama may have been interesting, but your mind never wandered from the thought of your soulmate. Somehow, you were thinking about it more than usual, which eventually distracted you from your laptop. Your eyes may have been looking at the screen, but your mind was definitely far from taking in the contents.

You closed your laptop shut after a few more minutes, deciding that it was no use trying to focus on the show now. Holding up the section of hair again, you noticed that it was changing to a bright silver colour.

Your soulmate was nearby.

Immediately, your eyes darted around the cafe, frantically searching for your soulmate, before landing on a figure. You squinted your eyes, not sure if the person was a male or female. The person definitely had the figure of a male, but the long hair made you think twice. But you were certain that that was your soulmate, since you spotted a section of hair which was silver in colour.

“Jeonghan your hair, it’s silver.” Joshua pointed out.

Jeonghan let out a sigh as he continued to stir his coffee, not bothering to look at the male who just spoke to him.

Seungcheol and Joshua had been teasing him since a month ago about not having a soulmate since he was pretty much the last one among all of them to find his one. So every now and then, they would point out his ‘silver’ hair.

Jeonghan could tolerate the teasing initially, but it had gotten old and it had also gotten annoying. He started to hate it so much that he got furious over it a while back. Since then, the teasing had stopped, and Jeonghan was relieved that the joking was finally over.

But apparently not.

Seeing how Jeonghan ignored him, Joshua’s face turned serious as he reached over to show Jeonghan his silver section of hair.

“Jeonghan, I’m really not kidding this time round.”

And time seemed to stop at that table.

Jeonghan took a second look at his hair and his eyes widened, it was indeed silver, and it was a bright silver, which meant that his soulmate was probably sitting in this cafe as well. He started to grow excited, it was a long long wait of 21 years, and it was finally over.

Together with Seungcheol, the three of them began to scan the cafe for any possible person who might have silver hair, like a trio of meerkats on the lookout. But with the customer count peaking at the middle of lunchtime, Seungcheol was quick to realise that it was nearly impossible to spot the owner of the silver section of hair.

“This won’t do, fellas,” he declared solemnly, getting up on his feet. “There’s way too many people in here.” But the determined look in his eyes told his other two companions that he wasn’t going to throw in the towel just yet, and Jeonghan and Joshua exchanged twin confuddled glances and matching raised eyebrows.

What is he up to?

You were in the middle of your internal debate. Should you go talk to him? Should you make him notice you? Should you just stay silent and hope that he manages to catch a glimpse of you?

Already, people were beginning to take note of your bright silver lock of hair, the sight of it eliciting several curious whispers and giggles from passers-by. One even gave you a thumbs-up and a fistpump for good luck. Self-consciously, you tucked that strand under layers of black before proceeding to keep an eye on the three boys.

The male that was supposedly your ‘soulmate’ seemed to finally notice his own lock of hair as well, and you felt excitement radiating off their table as clearly as it was your own. The three began to scan their eyes around the shop, and you perked up, hoping that they would find you amidst the lunch crowd.

What you didn’t expect was for one of your soulmate’s companions, a black-haired male in a leather jacket, to clamber onto the table, knocking off the brown plastic trays and sending napkins scattering in his wake.

“HELLO, DOES ANYONE HERE HAVE SILVER HA--MMPH!”

His loud declaration was immediately cut off when your long-haired soulmate and his other friend all but tackle him off the table, the former slamming his hands over his mouth for good measure.

Your eyes widened when several heads turn your way, your body heating up to impossible levels while your heart begins to palpitate. But fortunately, or unfortunately, your soulmate was too busy burrowing in his own chagrin and nagging the hell out of his companion to notice.

Various thoughts flashed through your head. Should you just leave? Should you go up to say hi? Staring down into your empty coffee mug, an idea struck. Slowly, you rose from your chair, picked up your cup and made your way to the counter. You got a good look at your soulmate. It was a male, probably in his early twenties and he was extremely good looking.

How could such a stunning man be your soulmate, imagine the disappointment he would feel if he found out that you were his soulmate. You were nothing but an average looking college student that struggled with her studies while he looked as if he had his entire life and his next under complete control.

You figured that you should probably just leave, maybe this entire soulmate thing was not as exciting and life-fulfilling as you thought it would be. Maybe you just got unlucky - no, your soulmate was unlucky to have you as his potential life partner.

Squeezing your way through the crowd to get to the door, you felt glances being thrown to you and whispers being exchanged, probably wondering why you weren’t going up to approach your soulmate. You thought you would like the attention, but suddenly it seemed to overwhelming and you wanted to escape from this world that you were in.

Not watching where you were going, you tripped over someone’s foot. The accident sent you tumbling forward and you braced yourself for the worst.

“Are you alright?”

As you turned your head to the source of the voice, your heart skipped a beat. It was your soulmate, and you were in his arms. One arm was across your shoulder while the other was wrapped around your waist.

The man helped steadied you while making sure that you were not hurt anywhere.

“You’re… my soulmate… right?” He asked.

Fighting to swallow the lump in your throat, a forced “yea” made its way out of your mouth.

Jeonghan raised his hand to your hair, the silver section glowing brighter than before. Your heart raised, not only was a good looking gentleman standing right before your eyes, his hand was in contact with your hair. From the corner of your eye, you noticed that his hair was now a blend of sheer pink and silver.

You swallowed.

Your eyes trailed down slowly to your own section of hair, it was becoming the same shade too.

The two of you were in love with each other.

“My name is Jeonghan, and I would like to ask you out.”

“Do we really have to go for your school reunion? I mean like there’s too many people and it’s too noisy and we have to socialise and-”

“Come on Jeonghan, it’s not that bad, besides, I’m dying to show you off to my friends!”

A tinge of pink creeped onto Jeonghan’s cheeks. You wanted to show him off.

The gathering, as Jeonghan predicted, was full of people, it was loud and he was introducing himself to different people every 2 minutes. But he knew that you were excited to be there and that you haven’t seen your high school friends in years, so he didn’t mind.

“(Y/N)!”

From the distance, a tall brunette male came running towards you and Jeonghan felt himself stiffen a little.

“Oh my goodness, Minhyuk!” You greeted, immediately letting go of Jeonghan’s hand and running into the other male’s arms.

Minhyuk was a close friend of yours, the two of you often hung out after lessons to talk about your soulmates, since both of you were obsessed over it back then. After you graduated, however, you began to drift apart since he migrated to Australia to further his studies.

Jeonghan stood at the side awkwardly, watching the two of you exchange stories and laughing about it. He knew that he shouldn’t be getting angry, that he was just a friend to you.

You were his soulmate after all right?

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t deny that he was feeling jealous that you were this close to another guy.

“This is my boyfriend, Jeonghan!”

His thoughts were cut off by your voice and he forced a smile while shaking hands with Minhyuk.

As you bid farewell to Minhyuk, Jeonghan quickly pulled you closer to him, interlocking his fingers with yours.

“You were jealous back then weren’t you?” You asked, looking up to meet the gaze of your boyfriend.

“Er.. no? What made you think I was?”

You slowly lifted your hair, revealing a section that was mainly dark purple with a hint of silver.

“This.”

Jeonghan sulked, he completely had forgotten that you were able to read his feelings from your hair.

You giggled at your embarrassed boyfriend. “It’s okay Jeonghan, you know that I love you more than anyone else right?”

“Let’s go now, I don’t think I need to attend anymore high school reunions. We’ll go grab some coffee, and we can have a movie marathon plus a cuddle session of course.” You continued, pulling Jeonghan’s hand away from the party and back to your shared apartment.

Slowly, the purple section of hair slowly faded and in return, it was replaced by a mix of pink and yellow.

The crunch of the autumn leaves beneath your feet was music to your ears as you hiked up the gentle hill. Jeonghan had called you over, saying that he had a surprise for you.

What you knew was that it was probably an event for your first year anniversary, but what you didn’t know was how romantic it was going to turn out. Nearing the top of the hill, you spotted candles lighting the way to the top.

You had to stop for a brief moment, trying to compose yourself. You knew that no amount of preparedness will be enough once you reach the top of the hill. Jeonghan was an extremely creative man, and you knew that his surprise would blow you away.

Taking in a deep breath, you resumed your hike.

True to your expectation, the top of the hill seemed like a sight that pooped up from a romance movie. The path of candles had led you to a field of candles assembled in the shape of the heart, and in the middle, stood the man you loved the most.

Using your hands to cover your trembling lips, you made your way towards Jeonghan. Your eyes and Jeonghan’s hair, however, couldn’t hide the emotions you were overwhelmed with. Streaks of tears began to flow down your cheeks, and Jeonghan’s hair was a burst of yellow and pink, with a tinge of silver.

Jeonghan stretched out his arms, waiting for you to come into them. You saw that in one hand, he held a velvet box, and you couldn’t help but cry even harder.

Once you were safely in your boyfriend’s embrace, you pressed your forehead against his chest and let your tears flow. Jeonghan held you tight with one arm, the other rubbing circles on your back.

“Babe?” He called.

You pushed yourself away from his chest in order to look at him, but failed miserably as you continued to sob, eyes making contact with the ground instead. Jeonghan took hold of your arms and knelt down on a knee, so that it was easier for you to see him.

Opening the velvet box, Jeonghan cleared his throat and began to speak.

“Ever since we met at the cafe, I knew that you were the perfect fit for me, not because you’re my soulmate, but because you’re you. For the past one year, we’ve been through many ups and downs, but you have constantly stayed by my side and encouraged me throughout these times. I don’t know how to better express this other than you say thank you, and I love you. I hope that we can continue to stay together for the rest of my life, and even after death, I would still want to be with you.”

You braced yourself to hear the words that you were dying to listen to for the past year.

“Would you marry me?”

There was a long pause as you attempted to regain your breathing.

“Yes Jeonghan, I do.”

Jeonghan shot up from his position, carefully slipping the ring onto your finger as if it was the most fragile thing in the universe. Leaning towards you, he cupped your face in his hands, pulling you in for a kiss.

In that moment, both of your hair turned into a mix of sheer pink and silver, just like how it was when you first met.

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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The Dollhouse

Pairing: Bucky x reader (1940s!Bucky Dad AU)

Word Count: 2,286

Summary: It’s your daughter’s 4th birthday and Bucky is making her the best surprise ever!

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club HBC Dad AU Day! I want to give a special thanks and lots of love to my beautiful friend @sallycanwait68 for talking through this with me, reading it over and sharing so many beautiful ideas and images with me. You’re always such a wonderful inspiration and I’m endlessly thankful! She also made the gorgeous moodboard!! Hope you all enjoy, I really loved writing this one. Much love always! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Fluffy love, sweet softness, light smut (fluffersmut), Bucky being the cutest dad and husband ever, little girl cuteness :)

You weren’t sure if was the rain that woke you or the lack of warmth in your bed. Maybe both. Sliding into your slippers you padded with soft feet toward the kitchen. It only took a few steps in your small Brooklyn apartment to reach anyplace and you barely noticed the light coming from under the door of the ‘spare room’ as you walked by.

It wasn’t until you heard the quiet curses of your husband that you realized he was hidden away in there, the soft illumination of the lamp casting a warm glow on his cheek as you watched him from the doorway. He was working on something incredibly special, handling it with the utmost care and his pained mutterings were making you giggle.

“I hope I didn’t wake you, doll,” he whispers, his long fingers delicately holding the smallest door you had ever seen as he gave you a sweet smile over his shoulder. “No, baby, just missed you in bed, I was wondering where you were. How’s it coming?”

He carefully attaches the door, opening and closing it a few times before standing and holding out his hand. “Well, now that I got that on, much better! Come here, have a look.” You shuffle over, handing him a warm cup of tea that he eagerly sips from as you look over his handiwork.

“Oh, Bucky, it’s just so precious and beautiful. Rose is going to be SO HAPPY!” You throw your arms around his neck, forgetting all about the tea as some of it spills onto his pants. “Ooooo, eesh, that’s hot,” he grits out, “but worth it.”

You let out a quiet laugh, “oh, baby, I’m sorry! I’m just so exited!” He places the cup of tea on the floor, picking you up and bringing you onto his lap. “Do you wanna see what I’ve done so far?” he asks, his tone proud.

“You know I do, Buck, show me everything please,” you reply, kissing his warm cheek. He spends the next hour going over all the special details about the dollhouse. Each window shutter is painted with precise detail and attached in just the right spot, the archway over the door and the window flowerpots giving it such charm you could barely stand it.

“I want to live in this house, Bucky, it’s so beautiful! It looks like you’re almost done!” Bucky gives you a wide grin, his hair falling in loose strands over his forehead, “well, sort of, I still have to paint the shingles and do all the furniture!”

“You’re so handsome, you know that,” you whisper, slowly pushing the hair from his face and tracing your fingers down his cheek. Even in the dim lighting of the old lamp you can see the softness in his eyes, “it’s a good thing you married me, then, huh,” he teases, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Can I help you with any of it?” you ask, as your fingers massage his scalp, “I’d be happy to.” He finally looks up, his eyes looking a bit more tired now, “actually, maybe you can help with some of the shingles then we can go to bed.” “Deal,” you say, sealing it with a kiss.

The two of you spend another hour painting shingle after shingle in a soft pink color, each one no bigger than Bucky’s thumb nail. After doing about 50 you start to lose focus and instead start watching Bucky. His movements are meticulous as he picks up each tiny piece and holds it between his fingers, taking the paintbrush in his other hand and covering every spot in the pretty color.

“What happened, doll, worn out?” he asks with a smile, still concentrating on his latest shingle piece. “Hmmm, oh, well not exactly…” you trail off, running your fingers up his thigh. Placing the piece down he looks you over, “not exactly, what baby?” Biting down on your bottom lip and giving him innocent eyes, you state simply, “I was just enjoying watching you work with your hands, that’s all.”

Bucky washes off his paintbrush, placing it on the towel. He crawls over to you, his hands sneaking under your nightgown to touch the smooth skin of your thighs. “My hands, huh. Something else you’ve got in mind that I could use them for?” Leaning up to brush his lips to yours he runs a finger over the damp patch on your underwear, sucking in a breath, “aw, baby, all this just from seeing me paint shingles.”

Your eyes close and your head rolls back as he continues to rub you through the thin fabric, “let me show you what else these hands can do.” Bucky dips his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, his touch languid as he teases you. “Gotta be quiet for me, doll,” he whispers into your neck before he spends the rest of the night taking you apart with those hands.

You awake to the sound of small feet slapping against the floor as Rose skips into your bedroom, bright eyed and very ready for the day. “Mornin’ mommy! WAKE UP DADDY!” she yells, climbing onto the bed with her stuffed bear. She crawls atop Bucky and sits on his back, “Daddy, daddy, whatcha doing still sleeping, the sun woke up already!” Rose continues poking him as you try to hold back your laughter, the late night leaving you both very satisfied but very tired.

Bucky starts to move his hips, Rose bouncing high into the air and squealing. He quickly flips over and grabs her by the sides, tickling her until she’s screaming in laughter. “DADDY’S UP!” he yells, throwing her small body over his shoulder as he stands up. “And I’m hungry, for tiny feet!” He grabs her feet, bringing her toes to his mouth as he gently nibbles. She erupts into another fit of giggles, calling to you for help.

“Who wants pancakes?” is all you offer as you walk into the kitchen. “Oooohhh pancakes,” yells Bucky, “I do.” Rose’s tiny hands grab hold of Bucky’s hair, “Daddy, if you’re gonna have pancakes, then you don’t gotta eat my toes, right?” Both you and Bucky start laughing, his arms circling your waist as you work at the counter, Rose still dangling off his shoulder, “you’re right baby doll, I’ll have those instead.”

He places her down on the floor, ruffling her hair before grabbing plates and milk. “Ok, good, I think I need my toes. What would I put in my shoes if I don’t have ‘em?” Bucky looks down at her, her smile mirroring his own, “hmm, good question, baby.”

Once breakfast is made and the three of you are settled at the table, Bucky leans over to you, mouth full of pancake, “sweetheart, you think we could send Rose to your Ma’s for a little today, I uh, have some stuff to do.” You smile over at Rose, her small mouth stuffed full and whisper back, “yes, definitely, I have some party prep to do myself.”

Rose was more than happy to go to Grandma’s, leaving you and Bucky the afternoon to prepare for the big party tomorrow. You blow up balloons, make streamers, and a ‘happy birthday’ sign. Taking a break, you search for your husband, finding him once again crouched down on the floor, placing the last shingle on the roof.

“Bucky, it looks perfect!” you squeal, clapping your hands together and running over. You lean on his back, peering over his shoulder as you both admire his work. “Is the furniture next?” you ask, before peppering his jaw with kisses. “Yea look at this,” he says, holding up a tiny little bed and dresser. “And I have a table and chairs and a couch, some bathroom stuff, even a doghouse!”

“Aww it’s all so adorable baby, she is going to love it.” You continue kissing down his neck, gently massaging his shoulders. Grabbing you and dragging you into his lap he stares down at you, “if you want me to get this done before she gets home you better stop distracting me. You remember what happened last time we were in this position,” he purrs, his hand snaking up your skirt. “I’ll just go bake the cake then,” you breathe out, stopping his hand before it gets too high. He swats at your ass when you stand, sending you running into the kitchen with a shriek.

The sweet smell of baking drifts through the house, Bucky’s stomach grumbling as he sits and paints the small dresser for the bedroom. “I brought you a bite of cake to taste,” you hum, sitting down next to him. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he concentrates on the finishing touches. “Bucky…,” you whisper, lost in the sight of him.

Turning his face to you he opens his mouth for a bite, his moan sending shivers down your spine. “Delicious, doll.” You stare at each other for a minute while he finishes the bite, chocolate frosting on your fingers and the side of his mouth. “You got a little something here, baby,” he says, taking your hand and pulling your fingers to his mouth. He licks the tips clean, eyes on yours the whole time.

You put down the rest of the cake, winding your arms around his neck and kissing the side of his mouth, licking off the frosting. “If watching me work with my hands gets you this turned on, I’m going to be building Rose every damn thing out there,” he says against your mouth. “Mmmhmmm, maybe you could just stop talking and put those hands to work again…”

Bucky’s hands card through your hair, his lips trailing down your neck and he dips your head back. “MOMMY! DADDY! I’m back, where are you?” Rose’s shrill voice surprises you both, Bucky’s wide eyes springing you into action. “Quick, Buck, clean this up, I’ll go head her off, so she doesn’t come in here.”

You fly out of his hold, rushing to the front door, arms wide open, “hi baby doll! Did you have fun at Grandma’s?” Thanking your mother, you listen to Rose chatter on and on about their fun afternoon, only placing her down once you see Bucky emerge from the other room.

She takes off running, throwing herself into his arms and burying her little face in his neck. “Hi daddy, I missed you.” He cradles her close, blowing raspberries on her cheek, “me too, doll, did you have fun?” Rose begins her story all over again, this time with some changes and you laugh as you start to prepare dinner.

Rose’s excitement for her party keeps her up later than usual, both you and Bucky exhausted but excited just the same. Once she’s finally asleep you and Bucky decorate the house together, placing the dollhouse front and center on the table. “I can’t wait to see her face, y/n. I hope she really does like it.”

Resting your head on Bucky’s chest you squeeze his waist, “she will, it’s a dream come true.” He kisses the top of your head, pulling you closer and wrapping you up in his arms, “come on to bed, baby, I want to finish what we started earlier.”

Once again, you sleep later than intended, the day, and night’s events catching up to you. “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! EEEEEEEEE!” you hear from Rose’s room, causing you to bolt out of bed to stop her from seeing any of her surprises without you.

“Morning my birthday girl! Should we go get daddy so you can start your day?” Rose grabs her stuffed bear and jumps into your arms, “yes, yes, yesssssss, hurry, hurry mommy!” You take her into your bedroom just as Bucky sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes, “there’s my beautiful birthday girl.” Holding his arms out for her to come, she hops over the bed and settles in his lap. “Ready daddy, can we get up now, pweeease, pweeease!!!” Bucky falls back on the bed, pretending to snore and trying to hide his smile. Rose’s scream most likely wakes the neighbors as she starts pulling on his arms, “NOOOOOOO DADDY, GET UP.”

Bucky lets out a loud groan, rolling over on top of her and squishing her into the bed, “ok, ok, I’m up! Let’s go.” He carries her into the kitchen, watching as her eyes go as wide as saucers and light up. “WOW,” she whispers, looking in every direction and trying to take it all in.

He places her down, her little feet moving before she hits the floor. Rose runs to every balloon and streamer, touching them all reverently as she talks a mile a minute, cooing over the colors. She finally gets to the table, her small body stopping short as she stands in front of the dollhouse.

“Daddy,” she breathes out, clasping her tiny hands together and jumping up and down while twirling in circles. “DADDY!!!!” she squeals out again, grabbing Bucky’s hand and pulling him down to sit with her. “Daddy, LOOK, it has a bed and chairs and windows and flower thingies and….” Her high-pitched happy voice rings out through your small apartment as she goes on and on about the dollhouse, taking each piece out and showing it to Bucky.

Bucky’s smile matches her own, your eyes watering at the sight of your little family, everything you’ve ever wanted right here in this moment. You sit down next to them and Bucky puts his arm around you, holding both you and Rose close. His eyes meet yours in understanding, no words necessary, the love you feel stronger than anything that can be said.

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