golden waterfalls!

anonymous asked:

maybe a scenario where zen has a gf but you're also in love with him????? ahhhh sorry I just love your scenarios and I want to see more of them ^^

Author’s note: mwahahhaha HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZENNYYYY

The Other Girl

She tilted her head back and laughed, flashing the room with her bright smile. The dress she wore perfectly accented her figure, and her blonde hair flowed down her back like a golden waterfall. She had a straight nose, and pretty blue eyes. In other words, she was perfect.

Of course, you wouldn’t expect anything less from Zen’s girlfriend.

Zen and Hana had met while shooting a car commercial. She was a model who was trying to start her acting career, and he was desperate for a new job. It was, as Zen put it, “love at first scene.” Now, on their five month anniversary, you and the rest of the RFA were sitting around Zen’s living room, laughing and celebrating the couple. There was only one problem.

You were in love with Zen, too.

“That was hilarious,” Hana wiped a tear from her eye. She sighed and snuggled deeper into Zen’s chest.

He smiled and kissed the top of her head, “Aren’t I the luckiest guy in the world?”

A familiar pain stung your heart. You bit your lip and looked away, focusing on the concerned look Seven was giving you instead.

“Stop it,” you mouthed silently.

He rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he mouthed back, giving you another pitying look.

Seven was the only other person that knew about your feelings, and surprisingly, he had been a complete and total sweetheart about it. He would always talk you up to Zen, trying to help your relationship move forward. You actually thought it might have gone somewhere, if it hadn’t been for Hana. After the two got together, Seven stayed right by your side. You closed your eyes, remembering the night after Zen told you about his newly found girlfriend.

“Uh-huh…yeah… that’s great! Okay, Zen, go and call the others. Yes, I’m sure they’ll all be thrilled! Okay, bye.”

You hung up the phone and held it to your chest. I can’t believe he has a girlfriend… and it’s not me.

You covered your mouth to keep the sobs from escaping. The phone in your hand became heavy as your felt your legs get weaker. Slowly, you made your way over to the couch and sat down, placing your cell next to you. Looking at your shaking hands you moved it back and forth in front of your face. I feel like I’m in a dream. Maybe it’s-

DING DONG

The doorbell interrupted your thoughts. You bit your lip and stayed still, hoping whoever was there would go away.

DING DONG, DING DONG

Who the hell would come here at this hour?

You walked over to the door, your legs feeling like they were treading through quicksand. Reaching out, you cracked open the door to see who it was.

“Seven?”

You mentally scolded yourself for the way your voice cracked. You looked up at your friend as he stood on your front porch, ice cream in one hand and wine in the other.

“Can I come in?”

“Please.”

He pushed past you and walked into your kitchen. You heard the freezer door open and shut, followed by the clinking of glass. He returned with two glasses of wine and set them down on your coffee table. You stared at him.

“…So, what are you-”

You were stopped by a bone-crushing hug. Seven wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest, burying his head in your hair.

“Zen called me first and told me. He said he was going to call you next, so I came over here… I’m so sorry.”

He loosened his grip and you pulled your head back. “I-I’m fine, you don’t have to worry!”

Seven looked at you and tilted your head up toward him. “You don’t have to lie… not with me.”

“…MC??”

Your eyes shot open when you heard Zen calling your name.

“Y-Yeah?”

You looked around the room, making eye contact with each of the RFA members. Why are they all staring?

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Zen gave you a look and then bit his lip. “You’re crying.”

Your hand shot up to your face like lightning. When you felt the dampness around your eyes, your chest tightened.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” you stood up and walked toward the balcony.

“If you need anything just ask,” you heard Hana call out behind you. Quickly, you made your way outside.

Finally.

Frantically, you wiped the tears from your eyes. In an attempt to distract yourself, you looked up at the stars above you. It’s just like that night with Zen… the night when we looked at the stars together.

Your mouth formed soft smile as you began to recall what happened that night. Regardless of whom Zen was with, that moment would always be yours.

A sudden burst of wind pulled you out of your reminiscing. The bitter night air burned your chapped lips and sent a shiver down your spine. You looked down to your waist and around your area. Damnit, I forgot my-

“Looking for this?”

Seven stood behind you, holding up your jacket.

“Yeah,” you grabbed it from him, quickly slipping into it, “Thanks, Luciel.”

Seven eyebrows quirked, “Luciel? You almost never call me that.”

“I know,” you looked up at him, “I just need you to understand how much I really mean it. Thank you for everything.”

You could help but notice the slight blush forming on his cheeks. He scratched the back of his neck.

“Well… ah, whatever.”

He reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a hug.

“I’ll always be here for you.”

You smiled into his chest, letting his words comfort your broken heart.

After a while, you pulled away from him. “Let’s go back inside.”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah.”

Following Seven inside, you sat back down in your original spot, and after a while it was like you had never left.

“-And that’s the first time I ever hacked into a database!”

As Seven finished his story, you couldn’t help but smile. Slyly, you looked around to see everyone else’s reactions.

That’s when you noticed it.

The ice cold glare Zen was giving you.

The hell?

Modern Enjolras with Long Hair
  • Okay so maybe it was a rebellious move, or he was to busy going to the hairdresser or whatnot, but Enjolras ends up growing out his hair into a lush mane that falls somewhere between his shoulders and mid-back
  • It’s gorgeous, of course, but also damn unpractical, and Enjolras can’t braid for SHIT, so he calls up Jehan to teach him a few tricks
  • Thank goodness Jehan’s patient, because Enjolras isn’t and not getting it perfect on the first time is frusTRATING
  • His hair lost its natural ringlets when it grew out, but when Enjolras stays under the rain, he ends up with Disney Prince ringlets. Grantaire can’t help but stare, to be honest
  • His hair is gorgeous and a golden waterfall, but rest assured Enjolras didn’t #wakeuplikethis. He’s got a terrible bed head in the morning
  • You know shit’s gonna go down when he ties his hair into a ponytail
  • He once showed it at a rally with a braid crown, because it’s easier to get rowdy when everything’s tucked in nicely.. It was a surreal vision
Otayuri Headcanon: Hair.

* Yuri’s hair looks like golden silk, a golden waterfall
* Ever since they met in Barcelona for the the first time, Otabek wanted to just run his hand through that blonde hair
* Because it looks soft as hell
* It took Otabek two years to get himself to ask Yuri if he could play with his hair
* They were semi cuddling while watching a movie and the only thing Otabek could concentrate on was the Russian’s blonde locks
* “Ca…can, can I play with your ha…hair?”
* After a few seconds of silence, which were hell to the Kazakh, Yuri’s answer was “Do as you please.”
* For the first time Otabek ran his hand through the soft silk like hair and it felt even softer than it looks like
* For the rest of the movie Otabek kept his hand running through Yuri’s hair, letting it slip through his fingers, admiring how soft it was
* Causing Yuri to fall asleep though
* Not noticing that both of them were red af


* Otabek was born with thick dark curls
* Not just waves, actual curls
* Ever since he got bullied in middle school for it, he started to straighten them
* From this bad bully experience also came his hate for his fabulous curls
* The curls really are a big insecurity of the Kazakh
* No one knows how his natural hair looks like, only his family and old school members of course
* Otabek decided to visit his best friend of 3 years in Russia, who also was his crush, Yuri Plisetsky
* They decided to practice together and they came back late in the evening, both sweaty and tired
* They decided to take turns and shower
* Otabek went first, standing under the warm running water cleared his mind and made him finally realize something
* He forgot his straightener in his suitcase, which was in Yuri’s room, where the Russian was chilling and waiting for his friend to return
* He had no other choice than revealing his big insecurity to his friend
* Shyly and slowly Otabek walked back, in only sweatpants and the towel around his shoulder, into Yuri’s room to get his straightener
* He prayed that Yuri wouldn’t look up, but he did and it was like the time froze
* They were just staring at each other
* Before Yuri got up and slowly walked up to him, he reached up to grasp a curl, lightly pulling and unrolling it
* Both of them had a deep red blush on their faces
* Yuri let go of the strand of soft thick hair, it rolled back into a spiral
* “Never straighten your hair ever again. That’s an order not a request.”

(Cuddle headcanon’s next? Sorry this is bad, I suck)