#Just let me make cute space themed cookies with glass and stars in them | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

vennilavee · 3 years

Text

doubles

pairing: levi x reader, ft baby kaiya (moon/stars universe) summary: it’s kaiya and levi’s birthday. and you have a proposition for levi. warnings: some suggestive themes (kissing, nudity, the use of the word daddy) but it’s very brief a/n: i struggle with writing holiday themed things so this is the closest i could come up with. enjoy and happy holidays :))

Kaiya’s birthday being two days before Levi’s birthday was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because she loved sharing her special day with Levi, and a curse because it hardly gave you time to think about what to get Levi for his own birthday. And not to mention that their birthdays were both right in the middle of the holidays.

Every year since Kaiya was born, you and Levi at least put some multicolored lights around the house, spent a weekend decorating stockings to put over the mantle of the fireplace, and spent another weekend stringing lights up outside. You had even bought a five foot tall light up snowman for the front yard, which Kaiya had loved. She had nearly fallen over when she had seen it for the first time, and then immediately tried to hug it.

And Levi glared at it whenever he pulled out of the driveway.

Even when it was just you and Levi, you’d both put some lights up around your previous apartment. That didn’t mean that Levi didn’t grumble about it the whole time.

For Kaiya’s third birthday this year, you had decided to combine her birthday party with a dinner for Levi over the weekend. And it worked out- Kaiya adores her father, and she had squealed when you asked if she would be okay with it. Levi had protested, not wanting to do anything for his birthday and wanted to give his baby the spotlight. It’s her third birthday, after all. His baby girl’s third birthday. But he had relented when Kaiya looked at him with tear filled eyes and her hands clasped together in pleading-

“Pwease, daddy! I wanna hab birfday wif daddy!”

And really, how could he ever say no to that? So you put Levi to work, asking him to pick up some gold and green glittery streamers the week before and some helium balloons the day of. Kaiya is with Erwin while you run around to pick up a cake and other last minute things.

Kaiya had wanted a tea party with some of her toddler friends from the neighborhood park for her third birthday and if that doesn’t solidify that she’s Levi’s daughter, you don’t know what does. Her favorite colors right now were greens and yellows, and so that’s how the color scheme of the party goes. But you subtly include bits and pieces of Levi’s personality in there as well- with a silver birthday hat that you had bought specially for him and with his matte black teacup with his name engraved in gold lettering.

She’s wearing a cute green glittery headband in her dark hair, black pants and a yellow long sleeve shirt with a big, glittery sunflower on it.

She’s sunshine personified, Levi thinks. He matches her, with a dark green shirt and Kaiya gasps when you whisper to her that her daddy matched her-

“We gween!” Kaiya exclaims happily.

“We have the same birthdays, princess. Of course daddy will match you,” Levi murmurs, taking her in his arms and kissing her cheek.

It’s funny- Levi hardly ever graced you with public displays of affection and vice versa. But when Kaiya came along, he’s become a little more fond of little pecks and soft displays of affection. Kaiya eats it up, with big eyes.

His eyes. Her eyes are so inexplicably a reflection of his.

“Gween nice, daddy,” Kaiya says, squeezing her Totoro stuffed toy close to her chest.

“It is nice,” Levi agrees, “What else is green the color of?”

“Umm… sky!” Kaiya shouts confidently.

“Good job, princess,” Levi murmurs, gracing her with another kiss to the cheek.

It makes you soft. Watching him carry her to her tea party with her party of three. Her two friends are seated in plastic blue chairs around the play table, while their parents linger with snacks in their hands.

You could combust, watching Levi take a seat on the small plastic chair and tipping his head so Kaiya can place a tiara on his hair. He only gives the kids a soft look, letting them fawn over him. Kaiya’s friends each pour Levi some imaginary tea from the teapot and with soft, toothy grins, “Happy birfday Uncle Levi.”

You take a video and pictures of him to save for later.

Some snow still remains on the grass from a previous snowfall, covering your front and backyard in a pretty coat of paper white magic. Of course, by the time Kaiya’s friends leave and your friends arrive for dinner, Kaiya is asking to build a snowman and make snow angels.

Levi bribes her with cookies to get her to stay inside with him. She had only just gotten over a terrible cold last week and the last thing anyone needed was for her to get sick. Kaiya sits on Erwin’s lap, listening intently to a story he’s telling her about a space princess. Erwin feeds her half of a cookie and she wordlessly chews on it with wide, curious eyes.

You had cut a small cake for Kaiya with her friends and had gotten a bigger cake for both Levi and Kaiya to cut together. It’s a lemon cheesecake and you know both father and daughter will love it. Neither of them have a terribly fond sweet tooth, but this cake is just the right amount of sweet.

After all, you had baked it.

When dinner is over and you’ve refilled glasses of spiced wine for everyone, you bring out the cake with a hearty start of singing ‘Happy Birthday’. Everyone chimes in, Hange with her arms around your shoulders and Kaiya beaming happily. She reaches for Levi and pats his cheek, as if to say ‘pay attention’.

“Hap birfday, daddy,” Kaiya whispers shyly.

“Happy birthday, Kai,” Levi murmurs and pats her forehead fondly. Levi moves to stand next to you and lets Kaiya blow out the candles for him. Levi holds his hand above yours as you cut a slice of cake into sections to feed to both him and Kaiya.

“When did you make this?” Levi asks.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, birthday boy,” You tease and feed Kaiya the first piece of cake. She gasps and claps her hands enthusiastically.

“Mommy, it yum,” Kaiya giggles. You kiss her cheek and wipe away some stray cream.

“Wanna feed daddy, Kiki?”

Kaiya nods and you help guide the fork to Levi’s mouth. “Thanks, Kai,” Levi says, “Can I feed you?” With another nod, Levi gives Kaiya a small bite. Not wanting to have a sugar rush later in the evening. And finally, you feed Levi a piece of cake, smiling at Erwin when he tells you all to look at him for a photo.

You’re tempted to smear some cake on Levi’s cheek, just to irritate him but you ultimately decide against it. After all, you have something you want to say to him later.

“Hey,” You murmur with a grin, “Happy birthday, my love.”

The tips of his ears tint pink and you pat his cheek before cutting more slices for everyone to have. Mike helps you pass out slices to everyone and you smile at him in thanks.

After everyone has had their fill of wine and cake, everyone begins to yawn and Kaiya even falls asleep in Erwin’s arms. It starts to flurry as well, light specks of white dotting the still air.

Your guests begin to leave after helping you clean up and after you give them leftovers to take home. After the hugs, happy birthdays, and promises that they’ll text you when they get home, Levi swiftly pulls you into his arms for a deep kiss, your knees buckling immediately.

“Is it my birthday?” You ask slyly, “You only kiss me like that when it’s my birthday.”

“That’s a fuckin’ lie,” Levi rolls his eyes.

“Yeah,” You say dreamily, “It is. You wanna go to bed or have another glass of wine?”

Levi wordlessly pulls you into the bedroom after making sure Kaiya is asleep, dropping kisses up and down your neck. His lips muffle your soft sounds, his hands gripping the curve of your hips and sliding down to your ass. He undresses you easily, peeling you out of your blouse and unbuttons your jeans.

You’re in no rush. You only press against him, hands traveling the expanse of his broad chest and squeezing lightly.

“I wanna tell you something,” You mumble weakly, lips deliciously close to his ear.

He hums in response, pulling away to look you in the eyes. A hand comes to rest against your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone.

“I love you,” You say earnestly, “But also. I want another kid. I wanna give Kai a sibling. I wanna make you a daddy again. Wanna give me a baby, daddy?”

Levi rolls his eyes at your use of the word, swatting your ass lightly. “Kaiya would be a good big sister. And… I’ve been thinking about it, too.”

“Why didn’t either of us say anything then?”

“The idea was marinating-”

“Marinating? Don’t say that the idea of a second baby was marinating like meat in the fridge,” You joke, swatting his chest, “I was trying to be cute, by telling you on your birthday celebration. And you just compared our second baby to marinade-”

“I wanna make us parents again,” Levi whispers, cutting you off, “Want some of my marinade?”

“Do I ever,” You grin, licking a stripe up his neck, “So a second kid? You ready for it?”

“Are you ready for it? Are we ready for it?”

“I’m ready if it’s with you, my love,” You say softly, with a smile, “I’m ready for anything if it’s with you.”

tags: @simpingmaize @captainchrisstan @alrightberries

#levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi x you #levi ackerman x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader

117 notes · View notes

chemiste · 4 years

Text

Foresight ~ ch.8

a/n : oof, i’ve been a bad writer! i didn’t update my story for a month, sorry y’all. please stay safe during quarantine and if you go to a protest, wear long sleeves, close toed shoes, nothing with brand logos, gloves and have a MASK!! covid is still here and spreading so be safe :)

masterlist

The jet was beautiful, and you expected nothing less for the rockstar in front of you.

Everyone had thankfully gotten through the security lines without a flash fan mob (bless sunglasses and big hoodies). Because you were taking a private jet, the group of y’all had to walk out onto the actual terminal and hop on an airport golf cart. Which sucked because it was still slightly dark out at 7am and 18 F/-10 C outside!

As another cart loaded up your suitcases to put them into the plane, your cart started to drive off towards the plane.

“Oh, Y/N?” Jeff turned to you has he was the one you sat next to in the flurry of events getting to the jet.

“Hm?” You looked up from your phone, having been scanning through some of the comments on your latest posts.

“I got a call from the intern and your extra luggage should be meeting up with us in Sweden.” You let the tension in your shoulders fall away from the good news.

“Thank you so much, it’ll be great to have a fresh set of clothing to choose from.” He gave you a smile and the cart slowed right in front of the high class air mobile you’d soon be in.

Everyone loaded up and before you realized the wheels had left the ground and you were on your way to Stockholm. Squishing into the comfy window seat you’d claimed, happy to be warm again, you pulled your laptop out of your backpack hoping to get through some pictures from the previous show and check up on your emails.

Harry and the band had dispersed throughout the plane, Sarah and Mitch sitting next to each other with the arm rest up so they could snuggle, Clare in the window chair facing opposite them with her book resting on the shared table between them. H was chatting with Jeff and Hélène in the seats in front of yours.

Ding!

1 New Email : Professor Clemet

Hello Y/N,

In regard to your recent email, I’ve spoken to the administrative board and because of your ‘certain situation’ we’ve decided to grant you impromptu abroad study. Please make sure to keep up with the assignments I post to the college online platform, as there are only a few left I’m sure you’ll have no problem finding a good source for photos.

Best of Luck,

Prof

You did a little fist pump in the air as you finished reading the email. You thanked the stars your teacher was okay with you basically missing the rest of the school year.

A body plopped down into the chair next to you. “Whatcha so happy ‘bout?” Harry asked.

“My Professor sorta just told me she knows I’m with The Harry Styles and that she doesn’t live under a rock so its fine that I do school online while we tour.”

He laughed, hitting his head back on the soft headrest.

“Well, that’s great news love.”

The rest of the flight was uneventful, basically just a bunch of tired musicians taking the couple hours they had to relax before the hustle started again.

A perk though was that you were all served a breakfast of toast, fruit, and yogurt. It definitely helped having something on your stomach before you had to brave the cold again.

As you all piled into the SUV Jeff had rented for time there, you turned to Harry who was sitting next to and offhandedly asked, “When do we get to the Air BnB?”

He looked at you with a confused expression as the car drove out of the airport.

“Huh what ‘re you—“

“Great news everyone, I’ve got a surprise!” Jeff said from the passenger’s seat, Hélène driving and paying attention the GPS on the dock.

“I’ve booked an Air BnB for the nights we’re here! It’s a big house that everyone will get to be hang out together in.”

The band cheered and Harry just chuckled, “That’s still so cool Y/N” he said looking up into your eyes again with a grin.

Jeff kept to his word, the house was big and very pristine.

The ceilings were high and boarded with white wood panels. When you entered the house, the living room was to your left; it had a glass doors instead of windows so you could open them all and walk out onto the wrapped around porch. The were two black couches, a large coffee table, and a fluffy cream rug.

About 15 feet in front of the door was a staircase to the second floor and them to the left of that the entrance to the kitchen. It had a bar that separated the living room and kitchen but space flowing as you could still see anyone from both rooms. The kitchen had a white marble island, the stove was to the back of the wall, the sink was the left wall under a cute window that had small white shutters.

To your right at the front door was a large glass dining table that had 8 glossy black chairs.

On the right side of the staircase was a hall way with a sliding door to cut off the living room from the rest of the house. The nearest door was open to a bathroom and them a few more doors that you concluded were bedrooms.

In conclusion, your jaw may have opened when you entered the home.

“Girls call the upstairs bedrooms!” Sarah yelled out, earning a few groans from the boys and patted up the steps with her suitcase in tow.

You followed her as she turned right at the top, taking the first room to the left. You went to 2nd door and rolled your luggage in.

It was a lovely room, the theme was a soft pastel purple but not too much that it gave you retirement home vibes. The tall ceiling had purple wood panels, the walls white. The white wooden poster bed was against the right wall, it was laid with a violet duvet and pillows with to small matching nightstand on either side.

The opposing wall had an antique dresser and a tv propped on top. To left was a small closet you guessed and to the right of it there was a sliding door to the en suite (that had a claw foot tub!!!!) and at the back wall were glass balcony doors cover with sheer white curtains.

The last piece of furniture was a desk on the left side of the balcony doors, set with a lamp and some pens in a mason jar.

You flopped on to the bed after you moved your suitcase to the other side of the bed. You took a couple seconds to yourself before sitting up and taking your boots off and hanging your wool coat in the closet then headed downstairs.

You heard the guys chatting to each other from their rooms, something about if Chelsea boots were superior to Doc Martins? You shook your head and went into the kitchen, you ran your hand across the sleek island counter.

Then an idea popped into your head.

What if I cook for everyone tonight?

A smile to hold of you face as a plan started to form in your mind. You pulled your phone out and connected to the wifi at the house (thanks to a little sticky note on the fridge with the router and password) and searched up the stores around and what you could probably scrounge up for 7 hungry people.

You raced upstairs, wrote the address and your grocery list down on a spare piece of paper with one of the mason jar pens. You changed into jeans and threw on a long sleeve undershirt and then black turtleneck, tucking them into your pants. You slipped your wool coat back on, buttoning it up and tying the belt. You tucked your gloves into the pocket with your phone and wallet.

As you exited your room and entered the living room, you were met with Sarah, Clare and Harry propped up on the the two couches, watching…

“Is that Twilight?” You asked, a bit of a laugh in your question.

The brown haired boy turned to you at the sound of your voice, “Yes it is, yo’ve got a problem wit’ it?”

You shook you head, a smile on your face. “I’m going to the market up the road to pick up fixings for dinner tonight, I thought I could cook for everyone as like a big thank you.”

Sarah cooed at your happy exclamation, “Thats so sweet Y/N, I’ll think I’ll come with you if that’s okay?”

You nodded, “The more the merrier!”

Clare stood up from the couch, “Me too, we’ll make it a girls outing.”

The girls started chatting and headed up stairs to get ready. You turned to the boy in front of you, now wearing a childish frown.

“What about me?” He whined, flopping back to starfish the couch.

“Sorry Styles, your hair needs to pass your shoulders, but since you’ve cut yours your out of the girls squad.”

He shot up from his seat, giving you a loud hey! as you doubled over laughing. Harry stood up and took his wallet out of his pocket, pulling out a sleek black card and tried to hand it to you.

“If I can’t come, at least let me pay for the groceries.”

“Harry no! I can’t let you do that, this is my treat!”

He thrusted it into your hands, “The treat is you making it, I don’t expect you to pay for 7 peoples worth of food as a college student junebug.”

You blew a raspberry, knowing he was right. “Fine, thank you.”

He clasped his hands in front of him and bounced on the balls of his feet like her was a kindergartner showing his mothers the macaroni necklace he made for her, “Not a problem lov’.”

The girls and you found the market easily.

You loaded up with zucchini, squash, some chicken breasts, lime and basil minute rice, and some yams. You grabbed a good bottle of wine as well.

Clare brought over some croissant and chocolate cookie dough, depositing both into the shopping cart.

Sarah grabbed cheese and crackers, as well as a tub of vanilla ice-cream.

The three of you checked out and bags in hand, headed back to the Air BnB. It was great time shopping with them, you felt like you got a bit closer to them both which was nice since besides Hélène (who had opted out of the shopping trip in order to look at photos) you were the only girls in the main traveling group.

Once back at the house, you unloaded the food, putting it away before slicing up the cheese Sarah had bought. You spread some crackers out onto the chopping board you had been using.

“Where is everyone else?”

You asked taking your coat, turtleneck, and boots off, then siting down on the couch next to Sarah and Clare.

The drummer grabbed a piece of cheese from the board while flipping through channels, “I think everyone is catching up on sleep, taking naps or working through emails, that sort of thing.”

You hummed and snuggled back into the cushions, watching whatever Sarah had set the tv to. The 3 of you watched a few episodes on HGTV, then stumbled upon The Golden Girls, which had you laughing till you sides hurt, and finally switched to The Prince and Me, commenting throughout the movie on the characters and situations they found themselves in.

As the credits rolled and the girls decided to turn the tv off and head upstairs to take showers, you checked the time. It was around 5:30, so you got up to start cooking.

As you marinated and seasoned the chicken, you looked to the stove to see where the timer was and instead saw something else that piqued your interest.

“Surround sound speakers? Hmm.” You tapped the panel that was on the left of the stove, which lit up and read ‘connect via bluetooth’. You grabbed your phone and hooked it up.

You scrolled through Spotify, debating what to play.

An idea popped into your head and you nodded to yourself, then clicked play on your playlist.

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

You started singing to yourself, setting the timer once you found it and popping the chicken and yams into the oven. You chopped the freshly washed zucchini and squash, clicking your heels together and bopping your head to the beat.

Sarah, accompanied by Clare and Hélène, came into the kitchen.

Simmer down, simmer down

They say we're too young now to amount to anything else

But look around

We worked too damn hard for this just to give it up now

If you don't swim, you'll drown

But don't move, honey

You put the knife down and picked up the spatula, using it as a microphone and pointing to Clare.

“You look so perfect standing there

In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now, that I'm so down

Your lipstick stain is a work of art

I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart

And I know now, that I'm so doooooown!”

You sang, twirling her around as she laughed.

“Hey Y/N, can I pop this wine?” Hélène asked.

“Go for it.”

Sarah found some glasses as the resident photographer got the cork popper.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

Grabbing a pan and cover, you turned a stove burner on and put the zucchini and squash with a glob of butter plus salt and pepper in to cook.

The girls sat at the bar, so you came over of the kitchen section to parade around the foyer/living room area.

Let's get out, let's get out

'Cause this deadbeat town's only here just to keep us down

While I was out, I found myself alone just thinking

If I showed up with a plane ticket

And a shiny diamond ring with your name on it

Would you wanna run away too?

'Cause all I really want is you

Before belting, you checked to see if the hallway door was slid closed, thankfully it was so you turned back to your audience and gave the performance of a lifetime.

You look so perfect standing there

In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now, that I'm so down

I made a mix-tape straight out of '94

I've got your ripped skinny jeans lying on the floor

And I know now, that I'm so down

Hey! Hey, hey, hey hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

You look so perfect standing there

In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now, that I'm so down

Your lipstick stain is a work of art

I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart

And I know now, that I'm so down

During the song, you paused your jamming to see from your peripheral vision the sliding door open.

A just woken Harry came out in jeans and a t-shirt.

“Ohmylord, the food smells delicious. What’re you up to?”

He asked, watching you dance around him.

You smiled, “We’re singing!”

“Couldn’t you at least be singing one of my songs?” He huffed.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey

You look so perfect standing there

In my American Apparel underwear

And I know now, that I'm so down (hey!)

Your lipstick stain is a work of art

You checked on the food, putting your make shift microphone down.

“Y/N can you turn the volume up for next song?”

Sarah asked while Harry snatched a sip of her wine.

“Sure” you said and moved the dial up, making the end of the song louder.

I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart

And I know now, that I'm so down

“I can’t believe you listen to this Y/N, I’d never pegged you as a boy band type of girl.” H laughed.

You walked back over to the group as the ending notes of the song died out.

“Hopefully something better comes on.” He quipped.

You're insecure

Don't know what for

Everyone froze.

Harry’s back was to you as he had started for the couch, you were scared he might not be to happy to hear one of his pervious band hits.

You could see the girls at the bar waiting with baited breath.

You're turning heads when you walk through the door

Don't need make-up to cover up

Being the way that you are is enough

You saw him take a big breath and you immediately started into an apology.

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

“Harry, I’m so sorry I’ll go turn it off—“

“Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oooooooh ooooh

You don't know you're beautiful!”

You gawked as Harry bursted into song, all the girls’ shoulder’s sagging in relief. He came dancing over to you, twisting his hips to the song.

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh oh

You don't know you're beautiful, oh oh

That's what makes you beautiful

You both sang to your hearts content, holding hands and twirling each other underneath your arms.

So co-come on, you got it wrong

To prove I'm right, I put it in a song

I don't know why, you're being shy

And turn away when I look into your eye-eye-eyes

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh oh

You don't know you're beautiful

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh oh

You don't know you're beautiful, oh oh

That's what makes you beautiful

“Na na na na na na na na na na… Na na na na na na…” He sang into your face with a scrunched nose, making it sound high pitched and squeaky.

You sang the same thing back to him, the same sort of strange sound coming out of your mouth.

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell

(You don't know, oh oh)

You don't know you're beautiful

Harry turned and bounded over the coffee table, hoping up onto it and belting the chorus.

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell

You don't know, oh oh

You don't know you're beautiful

Grabbing your phone, you snapped a picture of the crazy rockstar on the table top to post later.

If only you saw what I can see

You'll understand why I want you so desperately

Harry made eye contact and pointed to you dramatically, serenading you with this specific part of the song.

Right now I'm looking at you and I can't believe

You don't know, oh oh

You don't know you're beautiful, oh oh

That's what makes you beautiful

The song ended and applause erupted in the room, but you both held eye contact, breathing heavily from all the movement.

It was, strange, it’s like you seeing him in a new light all of a sudden.

A hand on your shoulder pulled you out of the trance, “That was fantastic! Oh gosh Harry you scared us for a second—“

Sarah went onto chat about the band and you shook your head slightly as you walked back to keep cooking.

Whatever that was, it’s over now so don’t dwell on it.

A half hour later, the food was served and the whole group was seated to dig in. You received a few mmm!s and Oh how I’ve missed home cooked meals, suffice to say: they liked it.

After plates were half empty, people started to chat a bit more, taking their time to finish.

“So Y/N, We about your crazy powers, can you tell us a bit more about you?”

Clare asked. You eagerly nodded and patted your mouth with the napkin before starting.

“Well, I’m in my senior year at NYU, studying Photography & Media Arts with a minor in Creative Writing.”

“That’s so cool! NYU?” Sarah commented.

You nodded and took a sip of water, “Ya, moved to Larchmont as a kid and got residency in New York and then worked my butt off to send a good portfolio in. But some miracle that accepted it and I got a scholarship on top of it which, not gonna lie, I bursted into tears on the subway when I read the email.”

Jeff scoffed, “I bet the superstar across the table couldn’t get into community college now if he tried.”

The table laughed at Jeff’s nudge to Harry and the offended expression he wore.

“Hey, I think I’d do pretty well! Even NYU!”

“Oh my Harry darling,”

You leaned on the table to get a bit closer,

“No Gucci loafers aloud.”

The group bursted into laughter as they watched Harry’s antics of waving his arms around in an X shape and mouthing NO.

You continued,

“I’m afraid you’d either get eaten alive by the business majors or absorbed into the philosophy department and never talk to anyone else again.”

The boys offered to clean up after which you were grateful for.

You took a shower and changed into new pjs!!! As your suitcases had been delivered to the house from the flight they came over on.

You came down the stairs in your dark navy long sleeve and legged satin ensemble (don’t forget the fuzzy socks!) to see what everyone was up to.

The dishes were done and care was busy making the cookies she had bought.

You flopped down next to H, it was like second nature for the both of you; while he watched Clueless he opened an arm up for you and you snuggled down into his side, propping you phone up on his stomach to post the picture you’d taken.

“What do you think?” You held the phone up to his face.

“I look good, post it.” You nudged him with you shoulder and smiled.

You did have to admit, he did look good.

The concert was amazing, of course.

You were sad to be leaving the Air BnB, but alas you had to go.

Jeff and Mitch loaded the last of the luggage into the SUV and you all climbed in at the early time of 5:30 to get to the tour bus that was still parked at the arena.

“Bye Stockholm.”

You whispered as you looked out the window of your bunk bed in the tour bus, inner curtain closed and ready to sleep again.

You took one more glance, and then closed the window curtain.

masterlist

#harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader series #harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles fluff #harry styles tour

41 notes · View notes

rkivepacks · 4 years

Text

TITLE: rapturous memory (i want to stay in your sky like a star) Pairing: taekook/kookv/vkook (Kim Taehyung & Jeon Jeongguk) Rating: PG13 Genre: fluff, Modern Royalty AU, Prince Jungkook, University AU Word Count: 4,337 Trigger Warning/s: swearing

Disclaimer: This work is solely from the idea of the author. Should there be similarities with the works of other respected artists are purely unintentional. This also do not reflect on the real lives of the artists portrayed in this work. Comments, suggestions and any other concerns are accepted in my inbox. Thank you! © AO3/dtgloss

NOTES: ∟ banner by @rkivepacks ∟ request banner here ∟ request prompt/fic here

Summary: Jungkook may be the prince, the one who is treated highly by the society but behind the closed doors he’s a puddle for Taehyung. He’s taken care of. And he has someone to take care of.

The first class is on a second period slot, which means a bit early, but not too late. A class which entails a student waking up at seven in the morning, pushing it at eight. The ambiance is also noticeable-- sunlight seeping through the tiny spaces between royal sunscreens , hitting some of the desks and the low hum of the air conditioner as it amplifies the smell of a room that seems like it has been airtight overnight, slowly engulfing the room in cold air.

There are three people in the room. Won Ryu, Jungkook and the one sitting on the fourth row that he forgot the name of, possibly catching thirty more minutes of slumber before the room is filled with more students. Not too soon, a Gyeongyu too dressed up for a nine thirty in the morning class, in a white crisp polo and slacks arrives. Gyeongyu has in one arm a large bag of fast food and his transparent envelope in the other. A true college student.

Twenty minutes before the class starts, there are more people piling in. A man who honestly looks sleep deprived and another one who is a strong contender right after Gyeongyu-- adorned in a sweater and black skinny jeans. Jungkook continues eating his fries, secretly wiping his oil and salt stained fingers on his jeans before craning his neck to observe some people on the third and fourth rows. Said people are the two dudes that he saw coming in, except now sleep-deprived dude is more awake but is resting on the table in front, supporting his head on his arms.

Unsurprisingly, the same five people who always arrive first in class stay the same. Won Ryu, Jungkook and followed by Gyeongyu. The unknown man always in the last row continues his ritual of catching sleep in class and Jungkook almost asks why his block mate haven’t tried waking up later and then arrive just in time for the class to start but he doesn’t want to bother with some routine.

The two dudes always come together sometimes with a snack to finish quickly just before the professor arrives, sometimes blatantly eating it during class, thankfully the professor is not that opposed to it.

Midterms have passed by, still the same early birds in the class. In the first class to commence the finals season, the professor orders the class to be partnered for a reporting project.

Wonryu raises a hand to ask the professor, “Can we pick our own partner?”

Unfortunately (for Wonryu), the professor declines and mentions that pairs have been preselected. Jungkook has been partnered with one of the two dudes.

“I don’t think I’ve spoken with people in the second row. I’m Taehyung.” He introduces, observingly expanded hands in front of him.

“Jungkook.” He answers, shaking the man’s hand. He notices Gyeongyu bat an eye at them for a second before returning his attention to his own partner.

The two had immediately discussed the report. How they are going to pick a report both of them can fully understand so no one is left behind and the other thrives with more knowledge, dividing work loads and allotted time to work on it given their schedules. The first time they worked on a project was when they met in a classroom that was empty during the college break.

-Taehyung I’m in Room IS306. It’s empty so I called dibs hehe

-Jungkook Omw “So I’ve done some advanced google if you want, I picked out some topics but if you don’t like any of these, we can pick another?” Taehyung sounds unsure, afraid he might have overstepped and made decisions for the both of them.

“Sure. I was gonna do research now but let’s not waste yours.” Jungkook nods and drops his phone on the desk.

“Okay, I’m gonna airdrop you some links. This first one is the Sabbatino case.” Taehyung opens his phone, prompting his airdrop. Jungkook has his airdrop always open, making him prone to receiving random airdrops from strangers, some along the lines of a simple hello or memes. He receives the link of a safari web search from a tete <3 and snorts a laugh quietly to himself at the name.

“Did you receive it?” Taehyung asks and he nods. “Here’s the other one.” He receives another air drop of another safari web search. “This one is the Nottebohm Case.” He nods and reads the summaries.

“Have you read these cases before?” Jungkook asked.

“Not really. I just saw sugar on the first one and decided to save it.” They laugh at Taehyung’s confession.

“I think the Sabbatino case is good. Easy comprehension means I can easily pass it down to other people for me.” Jungkook replies.

“We can take that one, then.” Taehyung agrees.

The short college break only gives them half an hour and an hour left to have their lunch so the two go their separate ways. When Taehyung opens the door, he’s surprised to see Gyeongyu outside, sitting on the floor just beside the door.

“Oh sorry, do you need the room?” He asks.

“Oh no I was waiting for hi-”

“Me?” Jungkook cuts him off, as he follows Taehyung out of the door.

“Yes.” Gyeongyu nods and stands up from the cold sturdy tiled floor.

The two bid good bye to each other, Taehyung going on his way to meet a friend (possibly the other dude from the class) to have dinner.

“Are you hungry, your highness? Perhaps, would you like some sugar ?” Gyeongyu asks, almost mocking.

“You and your bugging device.”

“That’s a covert listening device, your highness.”

ȶӄ

“How was meeting with the Second Prince, you filthy witch who weasled your way to your report partner?” Jimin stabs his chicken fillet, almost threatening Taehyung with the plastic fork.

“Very well. How was yours?” Taehyung replies, smug, wiggling his eyebrows at Jimin as he animatedly takes a bite of his fillet.

“He’s doing well but not the royal blood doesn not run in his veins.” Jimin smiles sarcastically.

“You’re such a dumbass.” Jimin groans as Seokjin finally came back from asking for another serving of gravy that took too long because apparently, there’s a line, sir .

“Tell Taehyung that he’s a dumbass, hyung.” Jimin almost threatens Seokjin the same way he did to Taehyung not too long ago.

“Taehyung is a dumbass?” Seokjin replies, munching on his fries. He looks at Taehyung in question and the latter signals a cross with his arms.

“Jimin is just bitter and gay.” Taehyung squints his eyes at Jimin who pretends to stab him with a maple syrup-dripping plastic knife.

“Taehyung is being all gay pretending not to have a crush on Jungkook when he wore his skinny jeans with that borderline bdsm leather strap on one leg to class. Like to hell, who’d even think of wearing leather straps to a class?” Jimin rants.

“You did?” Seokjin asked.

“I did what?”

“I’m not repeating all of Jimin’s words so just guess which one I was pertaining to.” Seokjin shrugs.

-Jungkook Hey Taehyungie, I was bored and made a powerpoint theme. I shared it to your drive.

“He even has his number!” Jimin is in rage. “I hope the National Intelligence Service reads your messages and considers you a national threat and bans you from the palace.” He grumbles to himself.

-Taehyung Stealing my job from me, I see.

-Jungkook I was bored!! You can scrap them if you want. Nothing personal.

-Taehyung No they’re awesome. Thank you.

-Jungkook You haven’t seen them yet.

-Taehyung I did wdym

-Jungkook I haven’t sent them yet

-Taehyung Find another partner :((((

-Jungkook I was joking!!! It’s sent already “I hope you choke on your fillet.” Jimin watches as Taehyung pockets his phone.

He choked on his fillet and Jimin was more than happy to snort at him.

ȶӄ

Taehyung and Jungkook have been meeting for the reporting project at least three times every week. Their favorite meeting place is in any empty classroom but those rooms are most of the time only available during college breaks for an hour and a half. On other days, they meet at cafes that are too aesthetically pleasing for people in university to get actual work done. Like now, when Jungkook sees Taehyung in his cute little vest that seems to match the backdrop when he sat in front of it. Jungkook arrived first this time, and is munching on a cheesecake and a glass of water.

“I haven’t had lunch yet.” Jungkook speaks after swallowing it down with water, eyes following Taehyung sitting down in front of him.

“That’s ok! Me too, actually but I’m not too hungry.”

“Please order what you want, it’s on me.” Jungkook informs him and as if on queue a waitress comes near to their table.

Taehyung’s pretty sure this cafe is a self-service one.

“I can order one for myself at the counter?” Taehyung replies, tone apprehensive.

“No need! It’s also for security measures.” Jungkook explains.

Taehyung orders a choco chip cookie for himself and a large assam milk tea and Jungkook gets an iced americano for himself and while their orders are being prepared, Taehyung looks around the cafe as his laptop loads. He notices a few people from their class also in the cafe and he points it down to the reason that the cafe is located near their university and a fast wifi. Taehyung’s also glad that you can connect to the internet without ordering at least a drink (and no, tap water is not counted).

Their meetings are smooth sailing, they have delegated the tasks so if Taehyung and Jungkook could not meet for some days, they still get to function on their own and can track progress through online-sharing.

When they meet, Taehyung is almost bothered that the same guy, and sometimes two of them, are always present where they meet.

When he brought it up in a conversation with Jimin, the latter replies, “Of course you will be followed. A high profile, the second son of the royal family, second in line to the throne is sitting in a cafe with a normal person.”

And when he adds that the people he was talking about were from class, “Must be a fan turned stalker. You do it too! Except yours is consensual.” Jimin replies and Taehyung pushes Jimin on the shoulder way too hard.

The next time they meet, Taehyung and Jimin were one of the first to arrive in class, and Jungkook hasn’t been in class yet. When he did arrive, Taehyung sees two ‘fan turned stalkers’ (Jimin’s words not his) walk behind Jungkook but turns out to sit away from him. Almost on the two ends of the room.

The curiosity almost eats at him that he asks Jungkook about it on their next meet-up for their reporting class.

“You mean Wonryu and Gyeongyu?” Jungkook asks. He nods.

“They’re my bodyguards. Even if I ask to not be chauffeured around, danger always lurks in the corners and we can’t be too careless, I guess.”

Taehyung nods and seems to be in a lot of deep thoughts, mouth full of the donut he was munching on. “Wait, aren’t bodyguards supposed to wear suits or something?” Taehyung asks.

Jungkook chuckles at the question. “That will draw more attention, personally. Also they’re under disguise and also not to distract the class with the grand security stuff.”

“Grand security stuff?” Taehyung snorts.

“Yep.”

“Such big words for a prince.” Taehyung appraises.

“But what about those times I did not see them around us. Does that mean they leave you alone at times too?” He asks, more curious than the last.

“Technically, they do. Like right now, you don’t see them, but they see you.” Jungkook smiles at Taehyung.

Taehyung’s eyes widen and subtly look around, making Jungkook chuckle. “And year you, by the way.” He adds.

Taehyung wonders if he ever said something appropriate. “Just them right? Please tell them not to put me in the list of national threats.” Taehyung leans closer as he speaks. “Also, do I look good, at least?” He smirks.

“You do.” Jungkook replies, staring straight at Taehyung.

Taehyung almost freezes from drinking and stops himself from choking. “For them?” He asks after a beat of silence.

“For me.” Jungkook answers before pushing the donut closer to Taehyung. “Eat up and let’s finish the power point.”

ȶӄ

When Taehyung gets back to the dorm, out of his mind creating different scenarios, he looks around to see if he was being followed. He checks if he’s bugged although he remembers he does not actually know what a bugging device looks like.

When he got back to the dorm, the first thing he does is text Jungkook.

-Taehyung I have a question!! I have a question, your majesty.

-Jungkook Were you perhaps texting me so formally because you think the NIS reads my messages?

-Taehyung I am humbly asking, your majesty.

-Jungkook You’re making me laugh so hard today. But no they’re not. They can but they’re not.

-Taehyung That was not the question, actually. I was gonna ask why you told me they can see me???

-Jungkook That is a national security matter, Taehyung.

-Taehyung I am sorry, your majesty. My family will not take my death lightly, please forgive me.

-Jungkook You wound me!! Let’s just say they planted a bugging device on me and on places I come in and out in.

-Taehyung I don’t think I will let you come to my dorm, Jungkook.

-Jungkook I already know your address, Taehyung

-Taehyung I am sorry!!!! NIS PLEASE I AM SORRY JUNGKOOK????

ȶӄ

The next day the sound of the doorbell reverberates around the living room. The first thought that comes to Taehyung’s mind is I hope it’s not Hoseok hyung realizing we have not returned the electric mixer yet because I’m sure Jimin saw one of the apparatus fall apart while in use. the second is he realizes their friends don’t usually knock to ask for permission to enter their dorm. Knocking is only to let the others know they’ve arrived. He’s waiting for Hoseok hyung to barge in but to no avail, he ended up going to the door after the knocking repeats.

Hoseok hyung is not at the door. Jungkook is. And with three bodyguards (in suits!!!).

“Hi hyung.” Jungkook has the audacity to grin as if he does not have 0.7 percent of the population of NIS in front of his door.

“Hello?” Taehyung seems lost in his own turf.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim. Please allow us to scout and secure the place, strictly for protocol.” The suit guy speaks to him.

“Oh? Ah, yes.” He moves to the side and allows the three men enter and two more men emerge he did not even know were also present in the first place.

“Mr. Kim. Is this your bedroom locked?” One of the guards asked.

“That’s my roommate, he’s still asleep but he’s harmless.” He explains and Jungkook chuckles.

“Area is secured.” The security dude spoke into what Taehyung guessed is a microphone and informs the rest that Jungkook had entered his dorm.

“Why are you here, Jungkook? After threatening me over text?” Jungkook laughs and snorts a threaten at Taehyung.

“I’m here to ask you to join me for brunch, actually.” Jungkook says.

Taehyung gestures for Jungkook to sit on the sofa and looks at the guards that stayed inside his dorm. He wondered if he should have the decency to ask them to sit but figures they prefer to stand up and he’s not about to take away the guards’ attention away from their job.

“And you did not just text me?” Taehyung replies, sitting in front of Jungkook.

“Boring.” Jungkook shrugs. “I also don’t want NIS to read my messages and gossip off about my dates.” He adds.

Dates?

Can Jimin wake the fuck up so someone can be at the receiving end of his suffering?

“Dates?” He voices out.

“I mean, it happened before. I don’t know if you’ve read the article.” Jungkook replies nonchalantly.

“No, I mean-” Taehyung figures Jungkook won’t actually be giving him the answer he was looking for and looks around.

He hopes these bodyguards were trained to not laugh at his face if he does something stupid.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” He stands up and runs to his room, slamming it too loud. After a few seconds he peaks out of his room, “Please watch whatever you like. We have netflix, your majesty.” He bows mockingly at Jungkook before closing his door.

Jimin better be awake after.

ȶӄ

Jimin did wake up while he was getting ready in his room. He gets a slap because as per Jimin’s words. “The first person I saw was the bodyguard and I almost hit him!” He rants and continues on to explain that he saw Jungkook sitting on their sofa, leaning close to the right arm rest and when he spotted Jimin’s shocked expression, he stands up to greet and waves.

“What did you do to Jimin?” Taehyung asks as he emerges from his room.

“I waved?” Jungkook replies, head tilted to the side feigning confusion.

“He was blaming me for possible public indecency charges.”

“He was wearing boxers?” Jungkook shrugs before muttering a sorry .

ȶӄ

The whole week after that incidence (for Jimin at least), Jimin has been ordering Taehyung around as an accessory to public indecency . He knows even without that happening Jimin would be ordering him around.

Today he’s been sent out to get snacks. He gets one for himself too and gets another iced americano for Jungkook.

Taehyung and Jimin arrived first again in class, before Jungkook. He hopes he doesn’t come in too late so the coffee is not too watered down. He berates himself for ordering too early and told himself he should have just gotten one when he’s assured that Jungkook’s almost there at least.

Jungkook arrives five minutes later, with Wonryu, wondering if Gyeongyu is still outside the room or completely absent. He’s stopped calling them two dudes or bodyguards after being informed of it.

“Jungkook! Here’s coffee for you.” He takes Jungkook’s hand to guide it into holding the cold coffee.

“Oh, thank you, Taehyung.” Jungkook looks at Taehyung, and he wonders if Taehyung can see the expression in his face is genuine awe.

Jungkook keeps his hand over Taehyung’s and has no intentions of letting it go anytime soon.

“No problem! It’s your favorite.” Taehyung gulps, and retreats his hand softly from Jungkook before patting him on top of his head and returning to his seat.

If Gyeongyu arrives later with an iced americano, not for him as he does not like coffee, he pretends as if he can stomach the bitter drink. If the drink was actually for Jungkook, Taehyung does not need to know that.

ȶӄ

-Jungkook Good morning Taehyung. I’ll be there in thirty!

-Jungkook I hope Jimin is awake and ‘decent’ this time.

-Taehyung Good to know your day is doing fine. May I ask why you’re gonna be here in thirty?

-Jungkook Picking you up?

-Taehyung Were you perhaps kicked out of the royal family so now you’re trying to weasel your way into our dorm?

-Jungkook My family loves me just fine. And you?

-Taehyung If my family loves me? Yes

-Jungkook If you love me just fine.

-Jungkook I’m outside!!

Taehyung barges into Jimin’s room to jump onto the latter, scaring him awake with the sudden intrusion in his room and of his sleep by a screaming Taehyung. The weird screeching that must be coming off Taehyung gradually increases before it dies down, matched by a beat of punches to the comforter that actually covers Jimin’s thighs and it hurts thank you very much

Standing up, clearing his throat and his disheveled hair and clothes, Taehyung looks Jimin in the eyes and says, “I’m leaving.” and slams the door on his way out.

ȶӄ

Taehyung confronts Jungkook about it one time, after that strew of messages and upon receiving more.

He’s also talked to Jimin and their circle of friends knowing they can be trusted.

“He probably is clickbaiting you into joining the royal family and cover up their secrets.” Yoongi says.

“What is this the Last Empress?” Jimin snorts.

“If Taehyung ends up dead in the lake you are all gonna regret not listening to me.” Yoongi boasts.

“That was the second to the last empress, the last empress did not die.” Jimin mutters and adds a dumbass that Yoongi probably heard and Jimin probably intended for Yoongi to hear.

Taehyung sips on his milk tea and waits for the two to realize he needs actual help and his life might be in danger.

The last one is an exaggeration but still.

“Then ask him, Tae. What could go wrong?”

ȶӄ

This is wrong.

Everything could, indeed, go wrong. Taehyung thinks.

In front of him Jungkook has not stopped smirking and bursting into chuckles and down right laughing at him. They were at the cafe they went in before that is too aesthetically pleasing to have people actually concentrate on their work.

He wishes they could have met in his dorm so he can slap Jungkook.

He also wishes his big mouth knows when to close by itself.

“Stop laughing!” Taehyung slaps the table in front, making the drinks trinkle and Jungkook has the audacity to laugh as if Taehyung’s words were his queue.

“Wait, that was a serious question?” Jungkook asks and when Taehyung doesn’t bat an eye, “Okay, I’m sorry.” He clears his throat and acts as if he’s been pinched on the side for being naughty.

“I was just asking if you were serious. You didn’t have to laugh at me.” Taehyung prompts his elbows on the table, leaning his face on his hands as he sips on his drink and rolls his eyes at Jungkook.

He’s pouting. He’s pouting and he’s cute and I am a grown up man. It should not be a big deal, Jungkook thinks.

“You are so oblivious.” Jungkook says instead.

“You are oblivious! How dare you laugh at my feelings?” Taehyung pouts more and Jungkook chuckles before reaching out to pinch Taehyung’s cheeks.

“So, do you love me?” Jungkook says instead, eyes mischievous.

Taehyung blinks at him and obnoxiously shows that he is in fact about to ignore Jungkook.

ȶӄ

Jungkook walks Taehyung to his dorm and even gets to step foot inside. (Jungkook and his bodyguards who are currently outside the dorm walked Taehyung to his dorm.)

“Excuse me, your majesty.” Jimin bows too elegantly that Taehyung snorted a laugh before stopping himself. Jimin sends him a glare that tells a lot. One of them is Shut the fuck up .

“Your highness,” Jimin starts. “Will this be a normal occurrence? We just want to have our humble abode ready for your presence to not embarrass ourselves.” Jimin continues, glaring still at Taehyung.

“If Taehyung agrees then yes.” Jungkook says instead.

“Taehyung does agree. He’s just shy. He loves his men blue-blooded” Jimin answers instead and Taehyung gasps and mouths a no I don't.

“It’s late, I don’t want to bother you guys.” Jungkook gestures to leave and Taehyung turns to him, finally.

“Be safe, your highness, Jungkook.” Jimin bows one more time before returning to his room.

“I don’t have blue blood, but I was serious if you were still wondering.” Jungkook pecks Taehyung on the cheeks, “Good night, Taehyung.” Jungkook smooths a hand down Taehyung’s arm before leaving through the front door. Leaving a Taehyung gaping at nothing in the middle of their dorm.

ȶӄ

The next morning they meet in class, Jimin was holding two drinks in his hands -- one for himself and Jungkook’s iced americano. Taehyung ran to the rest room just before entering the room altogether because according to him, “Gonna save some steps for myself, thank you.”

When they get to the room, Jungkook was already in his place and Jimin continues his steps to where the former is but before he can do that, Taehyung snatches the drink and gives it to Jungkook, “Even if you bully me.” Taehyung says as he handed out the drink.

Staring at Taehyung’s outstretched hand, he reaches for the drink. “Thank you, they were delicious.” Jungkook smiles sweetly at Taehyung and the latter smiles back.

Jimin walks to his seat, muttering a he did not even taste it yet. Dumbass. He then remembers Taehyung saying that the room might have security cameras for Jungkook and slaps his hand over his mouth, reprimanding himself for calling Jungkook a dumbass.

ȶӄ

Jimin almost wishes they installed security cameras in their dorms, too.

He turns around from his place at the kitchen table to look at the really disgusting couple on their couch, Taehyung giving kisses to Jungkook’s cheeks.

If there were cameras, they would see how much of a dumbass Jungkook is for his best friend and yes, he will proudly call Jungkook a dumbass.

Some days, the two hang out in Jungkook’s apartment. The place obviously has more security and surveillance is up to the nines. They know they can’t magically send away the security or be dumb like those people in movies that try to send away the body guards only to be put in danger minutes later.

He watches Jungkook rest his back on Taehyung’s chest as they pretend to watch the movie when he knows they were just waiting for the right time to go to Taehyung’s room.

Dumbasses.

Jungkook may be the prince, the one who is treated highly by the society but behind the closed doors he’s a puddle for Taehyung. He’s taken care of. And he has someone to take care of.

Taehyung is also the only person that can reprimand Jungkook like a child sometimes.

Most importantly, Taehyung is the only one who can love Jungkook the way Jungkook loves him back.

3 notes · View notes

universalfanfic · 6 years

Text

@peach-princess-paige Oh dang. Your wish kinda came true.... :p

(This ran away from me a bit, bc I was trying to work on setting an aesthetic mood.)

Sutton twirled the flute of sparkling cider she held between her fingers and looked out over the room. Warm light gave the space a peaceful glow. Twinkling Christmas lights hung from the ceiling, looking like stars falling down to meet them. The scent of pine was heavy in the air with several large Christmas trees placed in various corners, each decorated with silver and gold baubles and rich reds and deep greens. A table along the wall was spread out with every holiday dessert one could possibly hope for. Iced sugar cookies, and sharp ginger snaps, and chocolate, and candy canes in decorative glass cups. Mingled throughout it were other types of treats, a different holiday tradition. Sweet latkes, fruit pies, rugelach, and matzo crisp. At least, that’s what Wanda had told Sutton they were called. At the end of the table sat a gleaming Menorah.

The food table is where Sutton found herself loitering. Perhaps it was just old habits, or a comfort zone of sorts. She just needed a moment from all the chatter and activities. It was already dark out, not that it took long for that to happen in the winter months, but it actually was starting to get late.

She sighed and fiddled with the stem of her glass as her gaze darted towards the exit. Tony had gone all out for this party. A sprig of mistletoe even loomed above the empty doorway.

Music was playing low enough for people to be able to converse normally, but she was still able to hear it transition from The Hanukkah Song, probably a humorous request from Clint, to White Christmas.

Sutton had shown up to the party promptly at its starting time and laughed and mingled the entire duration. And still, no one had asked her to dance. Or, rather, someone in particular hadn’t. Nat and Wanda and Pepper had dragged her out onto the dance floor a couple times, sure, but that didn’t exactly count. She huffed and downed what was left of her cider.

She was being dumb anyway. No one owed her anything. And dances were a touchy topic for some people. She should swallow her own pride and be a bit more understanding, especially given the holidays.

Her dress fluttered and Sutton gasped as a burst of air smacked her in the face. Pietro was next to her, grinning widely as he grabbed the entire pan of matzo crisp and winked at her.

“Do not tell Wanda,” he said. Sutton smirked and mimed zipping her lips.

“I didn’t see anything.” Pietro laughed.

“True! I am too fast!” He disappeared then as suddenly as he’d come and Sutton was left shaking her head.

With her drink gone and the evening winding down, Sutton felt like her decision was pretty well made. She pushed off from the food table and prepared to give her goodbyes when a shadow was cast over her.

“Might I have this dance?”

A couple of months ago and Sutton would have still been sent jumping at the low, honeyed tones of that voice. She cut her eyes up to Loki and tilted her head. He was holding out his hand and her gaze trailed up from the dark black of his suit jacket to the dark emerald tie that didn’t quite match the Christmas theme, but gave the impression of trying. His dark hair was brushed back, but not actually greasy looking, for once.

“A dance,” she asked.

“Generally it’s where two willing partners move around a designated area with twis-”

“I know what dancing is, thank you.” She crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head up. “Just not sure why you’re asking me.” Loki tsked.

“Come now, I’ve been on good behavior for long enough to receive the benefit of the doubt.” Sutton cocked a brow.

“You said your people live to about 5,000 years old. You’ve been on good behavior for all of five minutes, comparatively.”

He grinned even wider at that, amused, but still pushed forward his hand.

“Just one dance. Consider it an addition to my apology for all that transpired.”

She hesitated a moment more before she relented with a sigh and slid her hand into his.

“Just one,” she said. Then she would slip out of the party and sulk in self pity on her floor until the morning.

“That’s all I need.”

“Wha-”

Loki led her out onto the cleared dance floor and pulled her closer. Sutton stiffened as he pulled her hand up to rest on his shoulder and then lowered his to her waist. She wasn’t an experienced dancer, not like Loki probably was growing up in a palace and in the courts. With feasts and parties and frivolity. She kept her eyes on his shiny leather shoes as he attempted to lead her through some simple footwork.

He let go of her hip to tap her under the chin and force her head up.

“You’re supposed to look at me,” he said. “And don’t try to anticipate where we’re going next. Just follow where I lead.” Sutton frowned, but kept her eyes up.

“This sounds alarmingly similar to some of your past statements,” she muttered. Loki rolled his eyes.

“Only when you look for it so doggedly.”

“Don’t worry. I can only mock and guilt trip you for about another seventy years.”

He quieted at that and they continued gliding around the floor. The music swelled slightly and Loki pushed her out for a twirl then brought her back in. Sutton found it was a bit easier to flow with him when she wasn’t thinking about it. Her face relaxed along with the tension in her arms.

“So what’s this really about?” Loki glanced down at her.

“I don’t know what you’re implying.”

“This party has been unbelievably prank free. And you don’t generally ask anyone to dance. So, what are you plotting?”

“Your Christmas is supposed to be a time of peace and goodwill, isn’t it? Maybe I’m trying to indulge in the season.”

“I’m just saying, you made Tony’s cake explode at his birthday party. I don’t see how you’d stick around this long without implementing even a little mischief.”

“Mmm,” he hummed. “You make a fair point.”

His gaze lifted, pinpointing somewhere across the room and he fought back a smirk at whatever he saw.

“What are you-”

He twirled her again, forcing her out further this time in a larger move. Sutton tried to catch a glance at where he’d been looking. Bucky was across the room. He elbowed the person next to him and nodded in her direction. But then Loki was pulling her back into the dance with more enthusiasm than the beat of the music strictly called for.

Sutton let out a surprised chirp as he situated her closer to him. She was nearly flush against him and his hand had drifted from her waist to her lower back. Her face heated and she shot a scowl up at him.

“Loki-” He shushed her.

“Just a second longer.”

Green sparked dimly from his fingers and Sutton let out an involuntary laugh as a tickling sensation ran through her.

“Loki!” She wasn’t sure what he was up to, but her face was still turned up in residual giggling even as she tried to eye him sternly. “Knock it off!”

He eyed the opposite end of the room again before he looked back down at her and grinned. Sutton stumbled and tried to keep up as he spun them around the room. He didn’t give her an answer, but his sharp grin only grew as each beat passed.

“Three,” he drolled. “Two… One….”

“Hey.”

They came to a lingering halt, Loki refusing to immediately stop at the interruption. Sutton’s head snapped to see Steve standing just to the side of them. His face was pinched slightly and his nostrils flared as he glanced at Loki. Loki’s fingers trailed lazily up her back and Sutton smacked his hand away. Steve’s jaw clenched.

“Are you ok,” Steve asked her. Sutton blinked and looked between the two men. She stepped away from Loki, disconnecting their hands, and tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, I’m fine. Loki just, uh, asked me to dance.”

“It would’ve been a shame if someone hadn’t.”

Loki’s tone was too smooth. Too honeyed. Sutton cut her eyes at him briefly. He was still up to something.

The last few notes of the song drifted off and Sutton rubbed at her arm.

“Well, thanks. That was, kind of fun, actually.”

Loki bowed at the waist, like the prince he was.

“Any time, Sutton. It would be a pleasure to-”

“Would you like another song?” Steve’s voice cut in sharp and pointedly. Sutton blinked. “What?”

The words seemed to twist inside Steve for a moment, but he breathed in deeply from his nose and managed to get them out.

“Would you like to dance? With me.” “Oh.” Sutton’s heart did a small flip and she bit her bottom lip. “Yes, of course. I mean… why not?” “I suppose that’s me being dismissed, then.” Loki sighed dramatically and Sutton’s lips twitched. Steve cut in front of Loki and held out his hand. She accepted it, only glancing at Loki long enough to see him wink at her as he sauntered away.

I’ll Be Home for Christmas was being crooned over the speakers now. Sutton remembered what Loki had said and kept her eyes on Steve. Let him lead.

He held her gently. Like she were delicate and he had to constantly keep that in mind. They swayed and spun around more than some of the fancy footwork that Loki had used, but Sutton almost liked it better. She could just breathe and not pay so much attention to what they were doing and focus on who she was dancing with instead.

Steve looked nice in his knit Christmas sweater over a pale button up. Someone had pinned a mini decorative candy cane to the left side of his chest and it was cute. This close and Sutton could even tell that he smelled good. He must have put on a cologne for the party.

“You caught me before I left,” she said to break the quiet.

“I’m glad.”

His voice trailed off and Sutton chewed on her bottom lip again. They swayed in a small section of the dance floor some more. The tension in her arms was starting to creep back up the longer Steve said nothing. She broke her gaze away from his face and looked down at his shoes.

“You didn’t have to, you know. I didn’t expect you to dance with me and you don’t have to feel like you have to rescue me from Loki.”

He moved, a jerking sort of motion, as if her words surprised him.

“I wanted to,” he insisted. “I just- I guess I’m a little rusty on the asking part.”

A hopeful flicker sparked back inside of her, and Sutton dared to look up again. He looked sincere. But he was also Steve Rogers. He wasn’t going to want to hurt her feelings.

“I just don’t want you to feel obligated.”

Steve’s face actually crinkled and he let out a short scoff.

“I don’t think dancing with a beautiful dame is ever considered an obligation.”

“Beautiful dame?”

She watched as his face glowed pink and hers heated alongside him.

“Sorry. It slipped out.”

“I... don’t mind.”

Her muscles loosened again and their footsteps widened as they took larger strides. Sutton could almost lift her feet off the floor and let Steve do all the work. He spun her around under his arm and used that same excuse to pull her a bit closer.

“Well, in that case, maybe we can do this again sometime.”

Sutton couldn’t fight the grin.

“I’d like that.”

From across the room, Loki winked at her again, giving her a subtle thumbs up. Sutton mouthed silently from around Steve’s shoulder.

“You’re forgiven.”

#my writing #writing request #kinda #sutton regan #oneshot #christmas #dancing!!

5 notes · View notes

itsjohnegman · 7 years

Text

The Big Ole Present List of 2016-2017

LET US BEGIN

Concerned parties have been @ ed below, but there’s also general snacks to grab from Shou if you ask for it! He brought souvenirs. :3c

And please assume below: Along with whatever gifts given, also, an appalling number of gatcha items. If you want to know specifically which ones you can always contact me but otherwise just....a Ton.

Household

@jinglefart :

-A piano and french-themed lacy briefcase style strap bag from Axes Femme (Black)

- A cat-playing-piano themed backpack (white and black)

- A snow globe that had two sumo wrestlers and ‘oh! sumo dome!’ written on it in English.

-A “Bside-label” brand sticker with two pandas being adorable

- A (gently) used on-brand Lolita Hairbow from Closet Child, the used Brand Lolita clothes store (considering how expensive brand is, this is still no small monetary feet for anyone)

-A sweater featuring Disney characters in various lgbtq parings kissing with the words ‘love is all you need’

-Frame picture of themself and the “egg-son” they “raised” on their Christmas Day QPP Date

-A pastel shirt featuring a cat and a set of wings with the words ‘angel chimera’

- A ‘mug couple’ mug set with a heart theme on one and a clover theme on another, with the handles as black cats whose tails form a heart when put together--left the decision for who to give the other mug to up to him.

- A tiny fake acorn keychain with little Soot Sprites rattling around inside

-Tiny omamori charm featuring wisteria flowers, the flowers of April, for good luck.

-Egg on Toast plastic phonecase

-Egg Sweater

-Rabbit chopstick holders with little blue flowers on the toosh

-So. Much. Gudetama merch. So much.

@azackmiller

-Weirdly flavored kitkat mix bag (including vinyard grape, blueberry, melon, and new york cheesecake.)

-A strange obviously Star Wars but probably Knock off t-shirt featuring a storm trooper grabbing their crotch and the words ‘Smooth trooper loves yo mamas flapjacks’

-one of those keychains that’s an actual ramen soup spoon filled with super realistic looking noodles and broth

- A “Gegege no Kitaro” keychain of “Otosan”, the tiny demon with a single eyeball for a head, relaxing adorably in a little cup for a bath

-Hand-copied (and guessed at in some places) recipes from the food featured in the Alice in Wonderland Concept Cafe.

-An entire set of stickers from the Segopolis Persona Event--it seems each sticker came with a $7.50 drink. There are ten of them.

- A purple long sleeve shirt with dramatic koi fish decals

-A little daruma, for wish granting.

-Plastic earrings that look like little stylized tuxedos

- A selection of ‘dating game’ based sweets (ie Tsundere ‘It’s not like I like you, just take it!!’ Valentine Cookies, Yandere’s ‘bloodsoaked’ strawberry marshmallows (given the appropriate disclaimer before presentation), ect)

-A book on advanced Bento Making

-Books on Japanese recipes, both simple and from Michelin Star Restaurants

-A little ceramic fry jewelry case with a ringpop inside, as an injoke

@aalexmiller

- A white and purple zip up hoodie featuring stars and an alpaca

-A small book on Japanese folklore and the different demons, spirits and other supernatural forces in them.

- A little handpurse shaped to look like the radio in Kiki’s Delivery Service

- A strap bag that looks like a fancy vintage clock

-A set of fancy but still classy lolita-brand shoes, blue and modest with little gold rose buttons.

-A little clover ball bell charm for good luck

- Little cat cookies that have tail crooks so they can hang off the edges of cups

-Pretty traditional Japanese tea cups with gold flake effect

-One of those umbrellas where when it rains, cat paw prints appear

@ectobismallogist

-Baseball cap featuring the gods of wind and thunder as well as other complicated Japanese imagery

- A little bell, for good luck and happiness (also for Phantome to play with, if Ghostie likes)

-Nekomimi headphones with sound canceling (black and blue)

-Konpeito candy in a little jar--darker blues, purples and other night sky colors.

-A keychain that feels soft, like a cat’s peets

-A mug with the words ‘Who are you?’ a dark cityscape and cat (?) eyes everywhere that get brighter with warm liquid.

@itsjavestridbert

- ‘Aesthetic’ Minions phone case

- A towel that looks like a whole dead fish in the packaging

- One of the really mochi-soft saniro character plush keychains

-A Sentimental Circus Plushie

-A ‘game over’ purse with holographic screen and detachable wings (black)

-Potato Chips Backpack

-Small blue and red temari rabbit

-Wooden bird stand alarmclock

-Wooden bird hangars

-Bird themed chopsticks

-Some of those eraser food sets

Loved Ones

@idiotsyncrasis

-Black hoodie with all the different constellations on them that glue light blue in the dark (with a pre-giving worry speech warning about the different astrological signs and if it’s something Karkat would really want to wear considering ect ect)

- A set of containers for plants, from everything from vintage fruit cans to simple white ones with soft edges to modern glass pieces with dynamic angles.

- A music ‘box’ from Kamakura, a metalic egg with a carousel that winds up with a notably satisfying winding noise and plays the song “Sakura Nagashi.”

-A tiny stuffed Jiji the cat from Kiki’s Delivery Service, complete with replica cage like in the movie (had to be shipped in)

-A small bag of star-shaped sugar cubes from the Milky Way Cafe, as well as a paper menu of what each astrological symbol’s ice cream parfait looks like.

-A little maneki neko strap charm for good luck

-a whole selection of cat chopstick holders

-traditional Japanese artstyle cats tote bag

True Companions

@clockworkchevalier

-A little Shinto Rosary for good luck

-A white, red and gold t-shirt featuring dramatic imagery of the sun, and samurai.

-modern glass-and-metal decorative holders/displays

-Vaporwave themed blindbox

-A selection of some of the artsier B-side label stickers (a stoplight where each light is a different picture of nature, a girl slipping into a portal into space, ect)

-A ‘death flag sayings’ blind box (a box with a pin featuring a random speech bubble filled with words that are an in-movie death flag for a red shirt character)

-Hanging polygonal wireframes for holding airplants or other decor in

-A dabbing cat figurine

@lilithinstardust

- A little fabric charm featuring dramatic gold on purple embroidery for good luck

-A ‘folded paper crane’ metal necklace

-A silver moon hairholder

-A ‘Boy’s Tears’ water bottle plastic cover

-A Lace-up black collar

-Pastel Aesthetic Cat coinpurse

-An Aesthetic Pastel Letterman Jacket, pink with shiny spikes on the shoulders and the word ‘Bye’ in a big white heart on the back from Wego.

@komorebicalling

- An enamel mug featuring different kinds and scientific names of mushrooms

- A Konpeito Kanzashi from a respected maker, as well as booklet instructions for how to use it to put her hair up.

-A whole selection of frog chopstick rests

-a rusty file cabinet shelf specifically for ‘aesthetic’ gardening (shipped)

-Cute Peek-a-kitty stockings

-Umbrella with a sunny sky inside and the starry universe outside

-A ‘frog’ charm for good luck and returning money

Friends and General

@skyphile

- A box of delicately crunchy white chocolate sandwich cookies called Shiroi Koyubito

@bvllheaded

-Little bowl sets that when stacked, look like a samurai and a geisha

-An off-white T-shirt with intricate japanese decal of mountains

@caligulasantiquity

- A purple tank top with intricate japanese decal of waves

@ghostytrollcrow

- Dark blue starry pillow with little doodle-like stars all over it and a really snuggly blanket that is inverted colors, pale blue with dark blue stars

@dcstrider

-A mug that says ‘cosmic tune’ and features stars that light up when the liquid is warm

-A pencil bag that says ‘cosmic story’ and features some kind of close-but-not-quite-English attempt at evoking a mood involving that, that is moving nonetheless

#post #ooc #hopefully everyone who needed to be was @ed #and that i didn't forget anyone or anything!#I'll look over this again tomorrow...#ask to tag #long \\

5 notes · View notes