Did everyone just like, collectively forget that Harry literally covered Wild Thoughts? We got him singing the words “know you wanna see me naked” in his devastatingly raspy and sensual voice? We were so blessed?? I, for one, have not forgotten.
Ooh! Love the Halloween Prompts :) Number 15 for wintershock? *bats eyelashes prettily*
Yay, absolutely! And you were not alone, @ibelieveinturtles also requested this prompt and pairing!
15. ‘Pretty sure this bed frame from the flea market is haunted, but damn is the ghost good looking.’
Rating: T for language
It had been all about the four posters. Darcy had seen them rising up into the sky amidst the crowd at the flea market, the dark finish a little scuffed and a few of the twisting vines chipped. But it was a gorgeous behemoth of a bed frame and she didn’t care what anyone said about a young woman living alone. She wanted a King size bed. She could stretch.
She’d had to bribe Thor with pizza to help her move it into her apartment. And she had to straight up pay his sneaky little brother to help.
But it had been worth it in the end. After selling her soul for the nicest mattress she could afford, and nearly breaking her neck hanging curtains from the beams. It had all been worth it to collapse into her quilts and her nest of pillows, surrounded in perfect, velvet dark and fall softly to sleep.
“Never seen a mess like this in a bed before, doll.”
Darcy was on her side, suddenly awake, staring into eyes the color of incense smoke and a blue white face in the dark. But that couldn’t be right. Because there was no light to shine inside the shelter of her bed.
It was very cold.
And the man, who was also laying on his side facing her, noses nearly brushing, was very handsome.
“Who the fuck are you?” Darcy whispered.
“Name’s Bucky,” he said, pillowy lips quirking up at the corners. “You got a mouth on you.”
“And eyes and ears and a nose,” she said.
He looked farther down the bed and Darcy pulled the sheet up to her chin.
“You’re in my bed,” she said.
“It was mine first,” he said.
“Well. It’s mine now.”
“I’m afraid we’re sort of a package deal,” he said. “But don’t worry. I can’t touch. Just go back to sleep, I won’t bother you.”
Darcy frowned and the shining bright face with the dark hair flopping onto her pillow and the adorably dimpled chin just smiled.
She shut her eyes, only to test the waters, and fell right back to sleep.
It could have just been a very odd dream. That’s what Darcy told herself the next morning. And after three uninterrupted nights she believed it.
“Hey, doll,” he said, as she rolled over in bed a week later.
“Oh, boooo, you again,” she groaned.
“You think you just find well loved four poster beds at flea markets for a steal because you’re lucky?” he asked with a scoff.
“What’s that supposed to mean!”
“It’s haunted,” he said, raising his eyebrows. He shifted, propping his head up on his palm. Except that his arm didn’t make any indentation in her pillow.
She swallowed, hard, and he nodded.
“You’re a ghost?” she whispered up at the softly glowing man wearing a pair of pinstriped pajamas in her vintage four poster bed.
“Sorry, doll, you drew the short straw on this one,” he said.
“But you’re so…pretty,” she said.
He grinned and Darcy realized how colorless he really was when it was clear by the crinkle at his eyes and the way he flicked his tongue across his bottom lip that he should have been blushing.
“You’re a sight yourself,” he said glancing down at her.
“Cuuute,” Darcy said, and this time she let the sheet stay where it was. “And you can’t touch?”
Bucky blinked as she reached her hands back behind her head, the tank top she was wearing shifting around the low collar.
“No,” he said slowly. “I musta done something awful when I was alive.”
She giggled at this. “Well I guess if you’re just gonna lay there looking all handsome and non-threatening, you can stay.”
His eyes widened at that. “Really? You ain’t gonna toss the bed to get rid of me?”
“Pffft. I’d get an exorcism if anything. No way I’m tossing this bed, even if it does come with an unexpected resident,” she said.
“Ohh no,” he said. “Had a fella back in the seventies who tried that. He didn’t like that his guests found me easier on the eyes.”
“Mhmm?” Darcy said snuggling into her pillow and resisting the urge to fall back asleep. “Tell me all about your ghostly escapades in this bed. I love a naughty bed time story.”
Bucky’s mouth fell open for a moment, and Darcy thought his eyes almost flashed a clear and sharp blue, before he grinned slow and wicked. He shifted silently in her sheets until the chill of him was all along her front.
“Doll, I’ve got tales to curl your toes for days.”
author’s note!wowowow as a newbie, i didn’t expect a number of likes so quickly and it honestly means a lot to me so thank you for those who are liking my content - you make my heart all fluffy ;;
so i actually have plot prompts for the rest of the wanna one members regarding this series but i will have to venture away from this every now and then simply because i don’t want to bombard you nor bore you with it. so this might be the last one i’ll make for now but i will continue with the series if you wish and please let me know which member you want next :’)) thank you again for all the likes and reblogs < 33
member: park woojin genres: high school!au, fluff, romance pick up line series:yoon jisung | ong seongwoo | park woojin | more soon(?)
the ideal student and perfect role model yet still relatable and ever-so friendly, you were produce high’s girl-next-door for a reason; your million dollar smile matched your down-to-earth and sweet personality that the teachers love you, the seniors adore you and the juniors look up to you.
there was never a bad remark about you but even so, he remained in doubt. he disregarded his friends and their words on how he would be swept off his feet once he crosses paths with you, as he would always reply with the same words: “well, i’ll just have to see it to believe it.”
it wasn’t until the start of the school year when everything changed; the teacher assigned him to sit right next to you and the very moment he sat down was when he saw you send a smile that caught him off guard and caused his heart to palpitate. “park woojin,” his heart did a double take as his name smoothly rolled off your tongue, “nice to meet you, seat mate. the name’s y/n, hopefully we get along well!”
“y-yeah.” he stuttered a reply, discretely making his tie loose whilst he wondered why the room got hot all of a sudden.
sitting next to you causes him to silently curse his friends on a daily basis for being right; you truly had a magnetic charm that drew him in as he sat next to you day by day and every moment he shared with you allowed your friendship to bloom. eventually, he started falling for you.
hence here you guys were; a few metres away from each other as you were walking to your home and him following suit. feeling a presence, you turn only to come to a flustered woojin as he sees your wide grin, “oh! park woojin!” you call out to him, waving as he lightly jogs over to you.
you both walk side by side in comforting silence which is broken by your curiosity, “i didn’t know you lived around here. we could have been travel buddies since i’m always by myself.” you state as you nudge him lightly.
woojin looks straight ahead with his hands shoved in his pockets, “i don’t, actually.” he confesses as he halts his tracks causing you to do the same as you let out a sound of confusion.
he then remembers the conversation he once had with you regarding one another’s dreams and passions and out of a spontaneous confidence, woojin looks at you straight in the eye; his stare completely melting you and the next few words you hear escape from his lips makes your knees close to giving way.
“but my mom always told me to follow my dreams.”
despite the dark shade of red creeping up your cheeks, you let out a soft laugh at how cheesy (yet effective) his words were, “well, your mom’s right. follow your dreams and those dreams in return might come true.” you shyly say to him.
woojin’s eyes widen as he tries to say a word yet only to return into a fumbling, stuttering mess and immediately stops to admire the sweet smile you send to him as you tiptoe to ruffle his hair the same way he constantly does to you whenever he finds you cute (which is like every second of the day), freezing him in his spot. “see you tomorrow, park woojin. get home safely.”
woojin, still in his spot, watches your figure disappear into the distance. he stands there for another minute, “wasn’t it suppose to be the other way around…? she should be standing here and i should have been the one to ruffle her hair and coolly walk away.” he says to no one in particular before burying his face into his hands, “i shouldn’t have listened to jisung hyung and his kdrama ideas.”
yet a wide smile paints his face - his snaggletooth appearing as he recalls your words in his head while he begins to walk to the opposite direction, the smile plastered on his face becoming bigger and brighter.