#he ends up being taped by Koala

[babyhatesreality]

Two Sides of the Coin Part 2

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x Little!F!Reader

GIF by angrythingstarlight

GIF by forchrisevans

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pet names, gentle discipline, both Bucky and Steve being secret menaces to each other, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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A/N- Part One here! Read under the cut for Part Two :D

The time had come. It was Bucky's team being called upon to go on their good will mission. He had packed his bag, carefully saved the drawing you made for him in his wallet (and brought scotch tape to hang it up in his hotel room), and had all his mission paperwork. But now was the most tricky part- ensuring your silence about your previous shenanigans.

"Okay Trouble," he said to you, bouncing you up and down on his knee to make sure he had your full attention. "Remember- you can't tell Papa what we REALLY got up to when he was gone, no matter what."

"No matter what!" you echoed happily. Bucky nodded, pleased, but he was straining his ears for sounds from the front door. He had sent Steve upstairs to his official office to retrieve a new piece of tactical gear for him, begging to spend some alone time with you before he left for three days. So what if he happened to take advantage of the situation and remind you to behave and not tell on him?

"You promise you won't tell him?"

"I promise!"

"Not even if he asks?"

"Nope."

"Even if he tries to trick you into telling him?"

"He won't do dat!"

"He might- Papa is sneaky."

"I won't tell!"

"Good girl."

"Will you bring me back a present if I don't tell?"

"Don't I always?"

"YAAAAY!!!!"

Bucky carried you in his arms to the launch pad, only handing you over to Steve when Fury barked at him to get his ass on the Quinjet. After a last long deep kiss with his husband and one more bear hug for both of you, Bucky and his team departed. You craned your neck upwards, watching the Quinjet disappear into the cloudy blue sky, Steve watching right along with you. The rest of the Avengers and the littles had gone back inside, but the two of you were quite content, enjoying the sunshine.

Finally, when the plane disappeared altogether, Steve looked at you with a grin. You grinned right back at him. "Let's do it!" you both said together.

See, what Bucky didn't realize was that Steve was fully aware that you two had gotten up to shenanigans- but you were still on your schedule, happy and thriving, and the apartment hadn't been burned down, so he was willing to let it all go. Provided that he got to have his own shenanigans with you too. Steve had quietly explained all this to you yesterday, which made it super easy for you truthfully tell Bucky today that you would keep quiet about your shared mischief. You were totally getting your cake and eating it too.

Steve tossed you onto his back like a koala while you giggled excitedly. You rode piggy back all the way down to the lobby, out the front doors, and down into the streets of New York. The two of you went EVERYWHERE. Steve was enamored with your excitement and wonder and joy- he couldn't get enough.

He took roughly 5000 photos of you running around the top of the Empire State building, just going from side to side, excitedly pointing out and squealing with joy upon identifying landmarks, including Avengers Tower. The two of you took silly selfies overlooking the New York skyline, which was even more fun for you because he was being just as silly as you were. You made a quick swing through the Build A Bear workshop next to the skyscraper- which delighted you to no end- and you got to pick up a new outfit for your furry friends back home.

You then went to Time Square, and you were gobsmacked by the giant screens with all the pretty pictures. Steve kept a tight grip on your legs so you wouldn't be tempted to slide off his back to try to run around, but you weren't even thinking that. It was so much more exciting to be as tall as you were, riding piggyback on your Papa, and getting to see everything from that perspective. He let you choose whatever shops caught your attention to go explore, and even though he would have bought you the world if you'd asked for it, you were just so happy to be looking at spending time with him that you didn't ask for a single thing.

You two went over to Grand Central Station, and he was thrilled to hear your gasp of wonder when you encountered the huge ceiling with all the constellations. You wanted to point out the couple you remembered from when you and Bucky were on the roof, but that would be telling and you weren't spoiling this arrangement for the world. This was way too much fun, letting your daddies be menaces to each other.

You two explored the market, the shops, and you stopped to listen to a lovely violinist who was playing the most beautiful music. It echoed around the stone walls and seemed to make everyone calmer and happier. Steve gave you a bill to drop in the nice lady's violin case, which you did with solemn joy. The farmer's market feel of the stalls was overwhelming- the smells were so unique and beautiful, you almost couldn't speak (a first for you). Papa quietly picked up a few items, and just gave you teasing answers when you asked what they were.

By then you were pretty worn out, so you went back home, and after a quick peanut butter and jelly lunch, you immediately fell asleep on Steve's chest as he cuddled you on the couch. He stayed just like that for your entire nap, just soaking in the moment of peace with one of the people that he loved most in the world.

Later on that evening, he revealed to you that the items he picked up at the Grand Central Station marketplace were for a dinner that the two of you could make together. He laughed as you screamed with joy and ran about 200 laps around the kitchen island in your excitement. You LOVED cooking with Papa. He, of course, handled all the things with knives and fire, but there was still plenty for you to do, including throwing the angel hair pasta noodles against the wall once they were done cooking. When the two of you sat down to your meal, you were so excited at having helped make dinner, that you gave your Papa the longest hug you possibly could, which he returned with relish.

Your next two days were like that as well- Papa taking you piggy back all around the city, playing and exploring and enjoying each other's company. You spent hours in Central Park, you played on the big lions at the library, and you ate the most delicious waffles in Bryant Park. You both didn't discuss it, but you didn't go to the Museum of Natural History or Coney Island. It didn't feel right going without Bucky, so neither one of you really wanted to. The two of you found plenty of shenanigans to get up to on your own.

When Bucky's team returned from yet another successful goodwill mission, you screamed joyfully and jumped into his arms, where he refused to let you go for the rest of the night. Bucky kissed Steve so hard, right on the launchpad in front of everyone, that Steve turned bright red, making you giggle to no end. You gave Bucky the rundown of your time with Steve, which was considerably easier this time around since you hadn't consumed nearly as much junk food. His whispered inquiries into your ear about you not telling on him were met with an approving squeeze and a new stuffie from the country he'd been in.

Once you finally wore out and dropped off to sleep, they lovingly tucked you into your bed with Jellybean. Bucky lingered in your doorway for a moment, watching you sleep happily, before smiling softly, switching on your night light, and pulling the door almost all the way shut. He went back to his and Steve's room, where he found Steve unpacking his duffle for him.

"You don't have to do that, Stevie," Bucky said, but his tone confirmed his appreciation of the gesture.

Steve shrugged and smiled. "I know." Bucky laughed, stepping behind his husband and wrapping his right arm around Steve's stomach.

"Is this trying to make up for whatever the two of you got up to these last three days?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't try to play coy with me, Rogers. I know that you two got up to mischief."

Steve simply turned in Bucky's arms, and after a solemn moment, gave him the biggest, cheesiest shrug and grin he possibly could. Bucky laughed out loud, then tumbled the two of them back onto their bed, and they gave each other the most loving homecoming ever.

A/N- Gotta love all those shenanigans :D Thank you for reading!

[peppertaemint]

The other day, an Anon for @reflections-in-a-critical-eye asked about SHINee 2Min lore, and Anon was referred here for further info, lol. Well, I'm not sure there is lore per se, but I can give a mini rear-view mirror take on 2Min.

Spoiler: here's 2023 Minho staring at Taemin.

The early years give a beautiful vibe of dongsaeng/hyung puppy love. They're just absolutely adorable. Minho is Taemin's closest hyung in age, and Minho has mentioned that until Taemin showed up, he was the baby.

Shippers call this moment c. 2010 the "Koala Hug." 2Min were celebrating Minho doing an extreme vaulting challenge. Yes, you read that right.

However, that vibe eventually gets tinged by SM playing with Taemin's gender presentation.

When Taemin is given extensions and suddenly bombarded with men telling him he looks like a woman etc, Minho is one of the people to confidently say that Taemin is "pretty to begin with" so there is nothing to be done about it. I always read that as him almost being prideful over it; Minho definitely likes the idea of Taemin being prettier than girl groups or his work beating out that of girl groups (read into that how you want, lol), but I think he liked Taemin exactly how he was from the get go, which is cry-inducing really.

Here's Taemin wearing Minho's father's scarf c. 2012. Okay, I guess that's pretty "lore" -ish.

If you were to go back and look at shipper blogs and live journals from 2013/2014, you would see some 2Min fans getting upset that their ship has sunk. There was this idea that when Taemin became an adult, he put away childish things (and non cis-het things) and that included Minho (lol). Many perceived Taemin had switched to a more manly look/concept, and/or that he really wanted to shed his gender neutral or ambiguous traits/looks.

Dream Girl was uh, really something.

It's true that in 2013, we see a more boyish Taemin versus Sherlock Taemin. He's also older and filling out and indeed, becoming a young adult. Interestingly, he does We Got Married (let's not go there) and goes on to start his solo career in 2014.

But I think what this "lore," or shipper narrative, reveals is how easy it was for shippers to slot 2Min into a sailing ship because they perceived Taemin to be more feminine to Minho's masculine, thus upholding heteronormative ideas of romance even in a supposedly gay "couple" - a common trait of same-sex shipping that although nuanced by certain cultural factors is still often a staple of same-sex shipping and related fanworks.

Fast-forwarding to mid-2018, we have a clingy if uneven 2Min. By the end of 2019, we have a somewhat wistful 2Min who like to attend each other's events and make grand gestures in front of the crowd.

In late 2020, we have Minho driving for hours on the day of his discharge, in uniform, to head directly to Taemin's taping for Idea at one of the TV networks in Korea. The rest of SHINee are there, and they treat us to an IG live of their reunion. 2Min are cute and a little cuddly - it's clear they missed one another. 🥹

2018 2Min have great hair colors.

What were 2021 2Min like? Friendly, feisty, and in the end, a little romantic/bromantic (pick your poison). 2Min fighting or annoying one another happened, but by the time Taemin enlisted, it was clear Minho was an emotional rock for him to some degree. And when Taemin was unwell, it was Minho who spoke to us first and then began updating us at the 14th anniversary party, with Key and Onew also speaking.

2021 2Min was also this level crazy

So, we reach the present. What are 2Min's vibes these days?

A little hands-on. Rather comfortable. Even Steven. Affectionate.

They're getting along so famously everyone is noticing.

And they're just very very cute.

There's so much more I could say, but I hope this is a good welcome aboard the good ship 2Min. The ship has strong winds and calm waters after 15+ years at sea.😌

[wordsdrippinginink]

And then I think the last one Im curious about, MarcoAce or Marcoacesabo professional athlete AU

“My shin splints have shin splints,” Ace whines laying back on the couch with both of his legs iced. “I hate this.”

“I think I blew my shoulder,” Marco mutters.

Sabo shakes his head, “You are both ridiculous. Your shoulder is fine, Marco, it’s just a little bit of overreaching. Ace, you’ll be fine, your shin splints will be gone in two weeks, I promise.”

“But they hurt now,” Ace whines, pouting at Sabo. “Kiss them better?”

“That’s not how it works. And I can’t. We play you next week and I’m going to use my insider knowledge to my advantage.”

Ace frowns, “Marco, we should never had started dating the enemy.”

“You are the one that wanted him,” Marco states rolling his eyes. “He’s your childhood best friend.”

“I retract my desire for him,” Ace mutters.

Sabo rolls his eyes, “I’m getting dinner, are you sure you hate me or should I forget to order your favorite from the cafe down the street?”

“No, feed me! I’m injured!”

“He gets us in trouble when he is too loud,” Marco adds grinning. “And we aren’t suppose to be living together.”

That was true. Sabo has an apartment on the other side of town and Ace technically lives across the hallway because they need separate places. Not that their coaches and friends don’t know that they’re together, but none of them are quite ready to deal with the media fall out.

Marco jokingly said that they’ll officially reveal it when he retires in a few years and that’s the time frame that they’ve been working with ever since.

“I’m telling our batters that your pitcher keeps throwing curves,” Ace warns Sabo. “You might want to convince him to change it up.”

“He is?” Sabo asks curiously.

“Hm, of the thirty pitches he threw last game, where he over extended, and over three fouths of his pitches in the game before that, they were curve balls,” Ace shrugs. “I was watching them.”

“Huh, I’ll say something, but if he doesn’t then that’s on him. You should tell them and see if it holds true.”

Marco snorts, “Unless you convince him, but Hack specializes in curves, doesn’t he?”

“He does. It’s highly likely that Ace isn’t wrong in his prediction.”

“Hack is predictable. It’s Koala that you have to look out for,” Ace admits. “That change up of her’s? I would marry that change up.”

“I’m sure you would. I am gonna have to walk games from your,” Sabo pauses, answering his phone. “Hello? Hey, no? I won’t be back until late, you can just-... Alright.”

“Koala?” Marco asks curiously.

“Yeah,” Sabo sighs. “I have to get going, there’s some kind of team event that the new coach wants to do and Koala couldn’t convince him that I need more notice.”

“Want us to get a bag for your dinner?” Ace asks.

“Nah, I’m done anyway. We have to have a team dinner and then,” He shrugs. “I think I’m gonna scream if I get asked about who I’m dating by our new players. It’s insane.”

“Tell them you’re sleeping with the enemy,” Marco says grinning. “That always makes Hack laugh.”

“Hack thinks it’s funny because it’s true,” Sabo says leaning over the table to kiss him. “And because Koala makes that stupid snorting giggle thing that she does.”

“Have fun,” Ace says kissing Sabo when it’s his turn. “And maybe kick anyone who pisses you off, okay?”

“I might. If I shout that we’re dating at them and we end up all over the front page tomorrow, I’m sorry.”

“We’ll let the team manager know,” Marco promises already sending off a text.

Sabo waves closing the door behind him.

“Think he’ll actually do it?” Ace asks staring at the door.

“Who knows. I hope someone tapes it if he does.”

[minhyeong]

NCT 127 + SIMPLE ACTS OF LOVE !

[ taeil ] 

always asks about your day with the softest smile

puts jewelry on for you when you’re struggling 

brushes your hair out of your eyes when you’re concentrating on something

adjusts your posture so you can comfortably sleep on his shoulder when you nap on the couch

jokingly asks if you want to buy a cottage in the woods and move away from the rest of the world at 3AM

hypes you up for even the smallest things

lets you cling onto him like a koala and shuffles around with you wrapped around him

[ johnny ] 

leans in close and drops funny pickup lines on you even after all the time you’ve been together

plans surprise lunch dates

stays up watching over you when you’re sick

slips your cold hands into his pockets to warm them up

sometimes kisses you to shut you up, and it always works

randomly airdrops you photos of him when you’re in a room together and flashes you the most confident grin when you give him a questioning look

pretends he’s feeding you and then pops it into his own mouth at the very last second

[ taeyong ] 

always gives in to your puppy eyes

cries if you start crying, but he tries to hide it and kisses your tears away

takes so, so many candid photos of you and prints them out to tape on his walls

fake proposes to you with soda can tabs and says he’ll do it seriously one day

stops you at the door, zips your jacket for you, and reminds you to stay warm 

tells you you’re his home

refuses to hang up first, and the phone call that was supposed to be short becomes an hour long when neither of you wants to stop it

[ yuta ] 

drapes a blanket over you when you’re watching a show and turns you into a blanket burrito

reminds you that you’re never alone

wraps his arms around you when you’re on the phone and playfully blows air in your ears until you’re squirming and trying to escape him

purposely lets you win during games

tells you he misses your voice after not being around you for just a few hours

lets you style his hair whenever you’re bored 

drowsily searches the entire house if he wakes up in the middle of the night and you’re not in bed with him 

[ doyoung ] 

takes time to remove all the little things you don’t like in your food when you’re eating out

sometimes calls you an idiot, but follows up by saying you’re his idiot

isn’t afraid to be vulnerable around you

offers his hand when he senses your uneasiness 

includes you in his family traditions

lets you use his lap as a pillow and jokes about how his leg is falling asleep but forces you to lie back down when you pout and get up

brings you on picnic dates and picks wildflowers for you

[ jaehyun ] 

tenderly runs his fingers through your hair to lull you to sleep and lets you listen to his steady heartbeat

happily gives you piggyback rides around the house when you’re feeling lazy

still gets flustered and blushes around you

wipes food off your lips with a fond smile and pinches your cheek after

gives you his jacket to wear even when he’s cold and insists he’s not just so you would keep it

travels long distances just to spend time with you

hears you singing from another room and dramatically runs over to harmonize with you

[ jungwoo ] 

pops out of nowhere and intertwines his fingers with yours 

has no problem wiping the sweat off your face 

saves you in his contacts with a hundred heart emojis

wraps his scarf around you and pulls you out to make snow angels during the first snow of the year

offers to help you study or do work but just ends up distracting you by being silly and peppering kisses all over your palm

asks you to spoon him when he wakes up from a nightmare

hides behind doors and jumps out to scare you because he thinks you’re cute when you’re angry

[ mark ] ... found here

[ haechan ] ... found here

[sunatooru]

This is just a cute thought I had for my favorite bois but can I request cute headcannons of Bokuto, Hinata, Suna, and Tendou having an affectionate s/o and when they’re teammates call them out for being coddled too much, they get offended but here they are laying their head on their s/o’s lap getting gentle head rubs/scratches or being fed from a bento she made them while calling them sweet nicknames like “Honeybun” or “Darling”.

Teammate: You’re hopeless when it comes to Y/N 😐

Character: Am not! 😤 *is wrapped around the reader like a koala*

Reader: My dear ☺️ *rubs her bf’s head and muscles*

This was VERY cute😌! It felt so natural writing Bokuto in this situation 😂 (love the little dialogues) Thank you for requesting xx

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Warnings: it’s just fluff and gn!reader

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Bokuto

* He loves how affectionate you are

* Like yes please, hug him, kiss him, give him all your precious attention, he feels so loved

* He honestly doesn’t see the issue in basking in your attention

* Always runs up to you when you make your way to practice, screaming out your name and waiting for you to give him affection, just like now

* When he’s received enough he goes back up practice, Konoha and Sarukui laughing amongst themselves

* “Hey hey hey! What’s funny? I want to laugh too!” He approaches them innocently

* “You’re like a baby when it comes to your s/o..” Konoha teases and Bokuto looks in confusion

* “No I’m not! Hmph! You just wish you had someone who gave you attention.” His hair deflates as he walks back to you

* “What’s wrong, baby?” You ask as he sits next to you and rest his head ok your lap

* “They said I’m a baby when I’m with you..” he pouts

* “Aww, but that’s because you look as cute as one! You are my baby, sugarplum. So cute!” You rub his cheek and poke his nose, instantly lifting his mood

* “You’re right! I’m your baby and you’re mine!”

* He later on sticks his tongue out at the guys if they tease him again

Hinata

* He’s so flustered whenever he sees you

* Eyes sparkling whenever you walk down the hallway, love how you lean into him as you speak

* You visit him during lunch and he instantly brightens up when you ruffle his hair

* “I missed you!” He confesses, closing his eyes as your fingers play with his hair

* “You saw them an hour ago.” You hear Kageyama mutter, blinking at how wrapped around you Hinata is

* “So!”

* “Ha, it’s like you can’t function without them. I mean you barely function anyways..” Hinata huffs when he hears Tsukishima from outside the room

* “Yes I can! I can function perfectly, actually.” He narrows his eyes, resting his head on your shoulder

* “Right, babe?”

* “Yes, honeybun.” He grins at them and closes his eyes again, blocking out the amused faces and enjoying your touch

* Gets teased everyday but he doesn’t care because he’s got you

Suna

* he secretly loves how affectionate you are

* He loves the closeness and makes sure you always end up crossing paths with him or sitting with him so he can receive your affection

* Of course though, as discreet as he tries to be, he’s been caught more than a couple times reaching for you

* You knew he often forgets to pack some food, so you came in during his practice break

* “Honey!” He tries to hide his smile when he sees you waving your bento for him

* He hugs and sits with you, you open the bento and offer him a piece of food

* He smiles and accepts it, leaning his head on your shoulder

* “Well well well, if it isn’t little Rin being fed like a toddler.” Atsumu smirks, wiggling his brows as Suna glares

* “Yeah, come on Suna!” Osamu adds

* “Whatever. You’re just mad I’m eating better than you…can you go, you’re ruining my meal. I don’t act like a toddler…” he mumbles the last part after giving them dead look

* You giggle and feed him, playing with his hair as he flips the twins off, before closing his eyes and laying his head on your thighs

* “Awww, you look so cute pouting sweetie!” You kiss his nose, and exaggerated gag comes from Atsumu in the back

Tendou

* He was so overwhelmed at your affections

* He barely got attention for the right reasons and then you came into his life and he finally knew what being adored felt like

* He tries to be as affectionate, a little hesitance in case he comes on too strong, and blushes every time you look at him

* “Darling! Sa! To! Ri!” You cheer from the side as you watch him practice

* You have a small towel, water bottle and extra tape for him when he finishes the latest game

* “Thank you baby.” He kisses your forehead, accepting the bottle and taking a sip

* “Ooh, your tape has come off. Wait, let me fix it for you, cutie pie.” His face warms up as you carefully wrap the tape around his fingers, a soft smile on his face

* “Who knew the guess monster could turn this soft? You’re so coddled by them haha probably couldn’t live without your s/o.” His teammate jokes and he frowns a little

* “Whaat? Meee? Ha as if..” he rolls his eyes at them

* “I think they’re jealous…I’m not coddled by you?.” He wraps his arms around you

* “Of course not, darling. You’re just my precious baby.” You rubs your hands over his back and scratching it soothingly, giving him energy to block every single ball

[sing-sideblog]

How about writing a fic where Moon, Johnny, and Mike team up to find out who's been pulling pranks on the three of them?

Sure thing! This honestly feels like something that would happen during their freetime.

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"I've just about had it!"

Buster's ears perked up slightly at the sound of Mike yelling. He, along with Ms. Crawly, sat at the two front row seats listening and watching as Ash practiced her guitar when they heard the mouse yell. Buster got out of his chair and made his way to the back of the stage.

"This is the fifth time this week! I swear, when I get my hands on whoever-"

"Woah, Mike!" Buster quickly said before the mouse would say another word. He approached the group of animals in front of him; consisting of Johnny, Meena, Rosita, Nooshy, and Gunter. Mike was facing away from the koala, staring down at his phone at his own reflection and preventing him from seeing the mouse's face.

"What's going on back here?" He asked the animals in front of him.

"I'll tell ya what's going on! This!" It was then that the mouse turned around. Revealing to Buster why he was so angry.

All over Mike's face were small doodles, as well as a fake mustache, drawn on his white fur in black marker.

While Johnny and Meena had nervous expressions on their faces, Nooshy was laughing so hard that she seemed close to tears. Rosita gave a stern glare at the lynx for laughing at the mouse's misfortune. Gunter was also smiling and giggling at the the sight of the mouse. Though he kept covering his mouth to prevent anyone from seeing that he was laughing as well.

Buster fought back a giggle as he stared at Mike. It seemed wrong to laugh at something as childish as this, especially seeing how angry Mike was. But at the same time, it was hard to resist a small smile. Mike seemed to notice Buster's struggle to hold back a laugh, glaring up at the koala.

"You think this is funny?! Do you know how hard it is to wash marker off? Especially with white fur?!" He snapped.

"It's your own fault!" Nooshy gasped between breaths, trying to compose herself together. She wiped an invisible tear from her eye, "That's what you get for sleepin' back here. It was bound to happen. Kinda disappointed i didn't think of it first."

Mike rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Buster. "Crap like this has been happening to me all week! First, I found my saxophone case filled with shaving cream and then someone taped a sign that said 'Kick me!' to my back, then..."

As Mike continued to name down the numerous instances where he was pranked, Buster focused his attention on the four animals behind the mouse. He cleared his throat, a serious expression on his face.

"Mike isn't the only one getting tricked by this prankster. I've had a few pranks played on myself recently." He told them, remembering how earlier in the week he sat on a thumbtack that had been placed on his chair in his office. He had felt the tip of the needle as he sat down and quickly got up before anything could happen.

Johnny took a step forward. "I guess I should mention that the same thing has been happening to me as well." He admitted. The previous day, the gorilla had been pranked sometime during rehearsal. He wasn't sure how, but he ended up tripping on stage due to his shoelaces being tied together. He was left confused for the entire day, not sure how someone was able to pull off the stunt without getting noticed by him.

Buster looked at the others. "Anyone else getting pranked?" He asked. To his surprise, the four remaining animals shook their heads.

"Wait. Really? Nothing at all?"

"Nope, Nothing yet." Rosita responded, uncertainty in her voice as she spoke.

"Hey Buster, Is everything ok-" Ash walked backstage, guitar in paw as she approached the group. The moment she saw Mike's face, she almost dropped her guitar and started to laugh.

Mike threw both his hands up in exasperation. "That's it! I'm headin' home early!"

"Wait! Hehehe! Mike, don't go!" Ash tried saying without laughing, which proved to be difficult.

"No! I'm gonna go wash this muck off!"

Buster watched as Mike stormed out of the theater. "Okay then.." he turned to the others. "So, about these pranks. Does anyone have any idea who could be causing them?" He asked.

Immediately, all eyes fell onto Nooshy. The lynx noticed their gazes fixed on her and let out a dramatic gasp. "I am hurt! You actually think I'd do somethin' like this?"

"You did just say you were disappointed you didn't get to Mike first." Johnny pointed out.

"That doesn't mean I did it!" She argued. "Wha' about yesterday, huh? I got here late, There's no way I could've done the shoe thing!"

"She has a point." Meena said.

"Look, let's just get back to rehearsals." Buster finally said before turning around to go back to the front row seats. Ash went back on stage, along with the others.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Moon?" Ms. Crawly asked.

"Yes, yes Ms. Crawly." He said reassuringly as he climbed onto the seat. "Just a harmless trick someone played on Mike. Now then. From the top, Ash!" He called out to the porcupine as he took a seat.

Little did he know, a small thumbtack that went unnoticed by the koala layed on the seat. And it wasn't until he sat down that he suddenly leapt up from the chair.

"AH! SON OF A BI-"

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After that day, Buster was expecting things to calm down. But they didn't. For the remainder of the week, he found himself falling victim to several different pranks. The pranks weren't as extreme as the thumbtack in the seat, but they were enough to annoy the koala as well as Mike and Johnny, who were also victims to these pranks.

But the strangest part about it was that they were the only ones getting pranked.

Buster had practically locked himself within his office at this point. The blinds were closed and the door was locked. He sat at his desk, trying to get some paperwork done but his mind was too focused on the prankster that made things a bit difficult during the week. That and the fact that it was dark in the room didn't help.

A sudden knock at the door snapped the koala out of his thoughts. He got up from his chair and opened the door to see Johnny and Mike. But the gorilla's face was covered in what seemed to be shaving cream, a look of annoyance in his eyes as Mike tried to hold back a laugh.

"Mr. Moon, This is getting out of hand." Johnny said bluntly.

"Let me guess. The old 'shaving cream in the hand while you're sleeping trick?'" Buster asked as he grabbed a cloth for the gorilla to wipe his face.

"You should've seen it, Moon!" Mike laughed. "I walked in right as he woke up! The look on his face was hilarious!" As the two walked into the room, Mike's attention then focused on the dark room.

"What's with the lights?"

"Sorry about that, guys." Buster said as he went to open the blinds.

Johnny finished cleaning his face and turned to the koala. "Mr. Moon, we have got to figure how who's been pulling these pranks."

"I couldn't agree more, Johnny." Buster said with a nod. "These pranks have gotten out of hand."

Mike climbed up onto the desk. "I bet you anything that it's the porcupine who's pulling these tricks." He said, an accusing tone to his voice.

Johnny shook his head. "Can't be. Ash was on stage the day you had your face drawn on."

"She could've done it before she went to rehearsal!" Mike argued.

"Still. She's been busy this entire week. When would she have the time to pull off those pranks?"

Mike opened his mouth to speak, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think of a explanation. "Well....i...damn it! You're right!"

Buster sat back down on his chair, quickly checking to make sure no thumbtack layed on his seat. He listened as the two went back and forth on potential suspects, lost at the thought of finding out who the prankster was.

That's when he suddenly got an idea. He sat up in his face and looked over at the two. "Guys,"

Johnny and Mike both looked at the Buster.

"I got an idea."

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"I don't like this, Moon." Mike said as he shook his head at the sight in front of him. His precious saxophone was carefully removed from its case by Buster and placed onto a amp that was in the center of the stage.

"I promise you, Mike. Nothing bad will happen to your saxophone." Buster said as he walked back to the two animals. "It's just to lure them out."

"And what makes you think they'll fall for it?" Mike asked with a brow raised.

"Because out of all three of us, the pranks started and have mainly been focused on you," Buster pointed out, much to Mike's displeasure.

"So we just wait here until they show up?" Johnny asked while keeping his eyes on the stage where the saxophone layed.

Buster nodded just as the backstage doors opened. Buster quickly ushered the two to hide and soon joined them after making sure the two wouldn't be seen from where they hid. As the three peeked their heads out from the back, they saw a figure of a animal walk onto the stage. The animal looked to be as tall as Johnny. It wasn't long before a second smaller animal joined them.

"We already got Mike yesterday. Why not go for someone else? Like Johnny?" The smaller animal asked.

Johnny's eyes went wide when he recognized the familiar British accent that came from the animal.

The taller animal giggled. "Aw, come on! Mike never leaves his saxophone out! This is the perfect once in a lifetime opportunity!"

"True, but-" the smaller animal suddenly stopped. "Wait. Something doesn't feel right."

"What do you mean?"

"Think about what you just said. Mike never leaves his saxophone out. And suddenly it's just here?"

"Get your grubby paws off my sax!" Mike suddenly shouted, coming out from the hiding spot and catching the attention of the two animals.

Nooshy and Porsha crystal.

"Damn it! The jig is up!" Nooshy sighed in defeat.

Johnny stepped out from the hiding spot. "Nooshy? But I thought you said you didn't do it!"

"I never said that," Nooshy stated. "I said I didn't do the marker or shoe prank. That was all Porsha."

Porsha let out a nervous chuckle as Buster gave her an unamused look.

Johnny looked baffled for a moment before looking back on that day. He remembered talking to Rosita and Buster about an upcoming show when Porsha walked in. They talked for a while and just as she got ready to leave, she had "accidentally" dropped her phone. Johnny realized she must've taken that opportunity to pull the prank. Though he was upset she did it, he couldn't help but be slightly impressed. He didn't even notice until he had tripped.

Buster sighed and looked up at Porsha and Nooshy. "You two got us good, I'll admit. But there will be consequences considering these pranks interfered with rehearsals this week." He said.

"Yeah, I know.." Porsha sighed, her ears flattened against her head.

"By the way, why did you guys only target us?" Buster asked.

"Well, at first it was just gonna be Mike." Nooshy smirked.

Mike glared up at the lynx. "Hey!"

"You had it comin'," Nooshy looked back at Johnny. "Anyways, after I got Mike the first time, Porsha found out and wanted to do a prank too. Only she suggested we prank Buster next."

"It didn't work at first cause you saw the thumbtack." Porsha chimed in.

"Which, by the way, seemed like a bit much in my opinion." Nooshy added. "And then after that, I just felt like messing with Johnny as well." She smirked.

Johnny gave her a deadpan stare for a moment before a small smile appeared on his face. "I'm gonna get ya back, you know." He said with a slight chuckle.

"I'd like to see you try." Nooshy sneered.

"So that's it then?" Mike questioned. "No one else was involved in any of this?"

"Well..." Nooshy started. "Ash did have a part to play in some the pranks involving Mike-"

"I knew it!!" Mike yelled, throwing his arms up in triumph.

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I hope you guys enjoyed this story! Of course, this story was requested @milliardpeacecraft

If you have a story request or headcanons, feel free to ask!

Until the next post, Have a great day!

[jisungful]

abandoned.

summary :: breaking into an old abandoned elementary school isn’t always the best idea.

pairing :: chenle x gn!reader x jisung (platonic)

genre :: horror/thriller

warnings :: all characters are kind of dumb (first person to die in a horror movie type beat), breaking and entering, implied serial killer!au, murder, blood, descriptions of gore, psychotic actions, character death, all that stuff :D

word count :: 2.4k

a/n :: as I was writing this, I practically scared myself D: also the ending is kinda rushed but oh well

The end of the school year was supposed to be fun, full of surprises, and that one surprise was Chenle clinging onto you like a koala with a tree. Up to this point, you hadn’t thought of how much of an interesting boy he could be--but him giving you physical affection? You could never believe it.

Chenle let go of you before saying, “Come to the library with me and Jisung,” His hair was messy, as well as his uniform shirt. You assumed he just went around hugging other people besides you. He grinned at you, “We’re planning to do something fun as a celebration for the last day of school! Let’s go!” He grabbed your wrist tightly, but not enough to cause circulation loss, at least. You began contemplating whether or not it was a good idea to follow suit of the boy, knowing him. Nonetheless, you were curious.

You both arrived at the library, seeing Jisung already sitting at one of the tables reading a comic. Sitting down in front of the boy, he closed the book once he felt your presences. He greeted with a small smile, you and Chenle doing the same. “Alright listen,” Chenle started, clearing his throat before broadcasting the plan aloud, “We’re going to go to my elementary school—but with a twist.” He grinned before continuing, “It’s been so long since I’ve been there, so it’s abandoned now and I’m pretty sure no one monitors it anymore. Although... it is still intact so we need to break in.”

“Woah, wait, we are not going to break into an elementary school.” you cautioned.

Chenle rolled his eyes and rested his palm on his jawline. “It’s not like it’s haunted or anything. As I said, no one monitors it anymore--you guys just aren’t fun.”

Jisung clasped his hands together before letting out a sigh, “I thought you were joking at first and just wanted to go and play on the playground or something. But seriously?” He shuddered slightly, subconsciously flipping the pages of the comic he was reading earlier. You nodded at him before returning your gaze back on Chenle. All that was written on his face was smugness.

“We have to try it once. Think about it! It’ll be fun, you know? It’s like in movies, we just have to be cautious of our surroundings.” Chenle assured.

You can’t believe you’re doing this. You really can’t. It was 3 fucking am and you decided it was a great idea to go along with Chenle (out of everyone else in the world) and his plan to break into his old elementary school just for fun.

You packed your backpack with a few essential items: a flashlight, a few bottles of water, a baseball bat, and a crowbar. You kept it unzipped at the top so they could all fit, keeping your phone in your spacious hoodie pocket. You put on a mask and a beanie to keep yourself covered in case of security cameras. You put on your backpack, adjusting to the heaviness. If you were being honest, you had this rush of nervousness flowing through your body, the fear of not knowing what will happen to the three of you once you break in and enter the abandoned building. Nonetheless, you head to your front door to walk to Chenle’s house as the three of you decided to go to beforehand. Step by step, your body grew warmer as anxiety rose. It hadn’t hit you that you’d never done this before--you were always the type to stay in and not go out doing reckless activities; but here you are, doing that exact thing.

Immediately as you stepped on Chenle’s rug that was placed in front of the door, it opened, him now in front of you. He moved aside for you to enter the place. “You got everything?” He questioned and you nodded. “Jisung’s not here yet, so I guess we have to just wait.”

You both sat on his leather couch, staring down at the empty mug with thoughts roaming your brain. It wasn’t breaking in that was scaring you--but the thought of getting caught and living with the guilt that you had done something illegal was. Attempting to engage in conversation, you spoke, “How did you even come up with this idea?”

Chenle chuckled lightly, fiddling with the watch on his wrist. “It just came to my head out of nowhere, I guess.”

Hearing the sound of knocking on the door, you stood up abruptly, Chenle following after. You both headed to the front and opened it for Jisung. “You have everything, right? We should go now.” Jisung nodded and let out a breath he was previously unknowingly holding.

You three went inside of Chenle’s car, with Chenle driving and Jisung and you seated at the back. You took off your backpack and placed it on the floor of the car, the weight removed gave you sudden relief on your shoulders. Jisung plugged his phone into the aux cord and played soft, lo-fi music to soothe the nerves that were getting to you unknowingly.

You sighed, laying your head on the headrest of the car seat, looking out the window. It was a rather peaceful night despite what you were going to do in a couple of minutes—stars beginning to deem visible across the vast, dark sky, with only a few cars passing by in which you could count with your fingers. That was when you felt eyes boring into the back of your head, and you turned to see Jisung staring at you. You furrowed your brows and muttered a ‘what’. “I’m nervous, Y/N,” he breathed out, fear clearly laced in his voice.

You bit your lip. “It was Chenle’s idea, we can blame him for all of this.” you joked.

The elementary school definitely does not look as you expected--before coming, you imagined it to be completely abandoned, having growing moss on the walls, windows that were broken or punched, or even having “caution” tape around it. You guess it only happens in movies. But this school looked almost normal, for some reason, with only overgrown trees around it as the leaves fell on it. You let out a soft sigh, relieved that it looks fairly approachable and safe to go into.

“This is crazy, it’s been so long since I’ve been here. Let’s go!” Chenle beamed. You looked at Jisung for a moment, giving him a reassuring smile and a nod before putting on your heavy backpack and exiting the car as he did as well.

The three of you stood outside of the back door of the building, looking around for any suspicious cameras though found none. You pulled your mask up further before checking on Chenle and how he’s putting up with his attempts at opening the door. “I can’t find any key,” he grunted. You offered him the crowbar that was hanging off your backpack, and to your luck, it worked on opening the door. Jisung let out a surprised sound as he stood behind you.

The back door led to the gym in which you stood. It was empty, except for the lone basketball that sat in the middle of the vast room. The lights didn’t work, so you came to the conclusion that it would be best to use your flashlights, instead. You followed Chenle as he was the only person that knew the way around this place. He went toward the door which led to the hallway of the school, which connected to the many classrooms. The atmosphere felt terribly dismal, and it didn’t leave you with a good feeling. You couldn’t help but focus on the smell that hadn’t been freshened up for years.

“This is my 4th-grade classroom,” He slid open the door and across the room were sprawled out desks and chairs--it was like a forest, avoiding all of these objects just to get to the other side was like a journey in itself. In the back of the room were stapled class pictures of old students and teachers on a corkboard. Chenle desperately searched for the photo with him in it, searching across what seemed like around 10+ photographs. “Ah, here’s me!” He said, gesturing for you and Jisung to come to him. He pointed to his 10-year-old self, shining a flashlight on it to show it clearer. “It’s crazy how it’s still here.”

“You were cute,” Jisung commented.

“Are you saying I’m not cute now?” Chenle scoffed jokingly. He removed the photo from the corkboard and shoved it neatly into the small pocket of his backpack, thinking of showing it to his parents later today once he figures out a good enough excuse to where he found it.

You yawn, eyes getting tired minute by minute, second by second as you continue your journey throughout the huge school. You entered room 3B, which seemed like a music room—chairs stacked in 5’s, music sheets laying on the scattered desks, posters of musicians and guitar and piano chords on the walls begging to fall down to the ground as the tape holding it up collects dust. A piano lies near the corner of the room and Chenle sits on the bench that stood in front of it. He plays a mellow tune as you and Jisung look at all of the instruments that were isolated in a metal storage cabinet. You take out a recorder and try to remember the notes of the infamous ‘Hot Cross Buns’—however your memorization skill isn't the best and you end up with random noises. Jisung laughs at your attempt and you laugh back, putting the instrument back to where it was placed. You head towards Chenle, who was heavily concentrated on playing the song that was on the sheet on the music desk. You listen to the pretty sounds until he stops for a moment.

“It sounds beautiful,” you say.

Chenle chuckles before standing up and ruffling his hair, “I know, I’ve been playing practically since birth, you know?”

You both stood there, the moonlight reflecting on your skin through the thin glass. You turn your head, “Where’s Jisung?” You had thought the boy would follow you when you were walking toward Chenle—but he didn’t. There was no third shadow moving alongside yours and the boy beside you; the atmosphere grew cold. You beckoned Chenle to come with you before walking towards the classroom door to once again enter the hallway.

“Jisung! Are you an idiot? Where are you?” Chenle shouted out loud but there was no voice that followed. A curse word was muttered, you begin scrambling out of the music room to find the 5’11 boy that suddenly vanished into thin air. You knew how afraid he was during the car ride here and you never thought you would leave him alone like this. You stuck by Chenle’s side as you searched through most of the classrooms in the building.

No sign.

You were startled as you unlocked the door to the janitor’s closet, shining your flashlight down the stairwell that was somehow built in the tiny room. “Chenle, come here,” you beckoned. He rushed to you quickly; his eyes widened once he saw what was hidden inside the room.

“I’ve never seen this before,” he chuckled, “Maybe Jisung went in here, but for what?” You shrugged at the boy’s assumption, furrowing your brows before stepping in. Jisung was always curious about the world—you might think it’s his first life and he’s fascinated by every small detail that the universe could give him. Though, you would never expect that he would be curious about this particular stairwell.

A horrid smell hit you both once you reached halfway down the staircase. You muttered a curse word, “Fuck. It smells rotten in here,” Chenle agreed, nodding at you. You continued your way down to see Jisung’s body lay flat on the floor like a ragdoll. You took in a sharp breath as you quickened your steps down to see six other bodies lay in front of him. You rapidly shout out the boy’s name as you frantically attempt to shake him awake, wishing in the back of your mind that he hadn’t ended up like the bodies that were obviously sitting beside you.

Jisung groaned, sitting right side up as he held his head. “What happened to you?!” You question, helping him stand up. He looked around the room once more before taking two steps back when he watched the dead bodies lay on the floor.

He shook his head rapidly as his hands held onto your wrist. “I-I just saw that and I don’t know what happened but…” he shut his eyes. “I should’ve stayed with you guys. I’m so so so sorry.” You hear footsteps nearing you, both of your heads turn to the sound.

“Jisung!” You yell out. You froze once you see crimson flow out of his neck. Your eyes follow the holder of the knife’s arm to his face slowly. You stared with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. “Chenle, what the fuck are you doing?!” you breathed out.

Chenle tilted his head back with a slight close-lipped smile, enigmatic. Your eyes filled with tears as you watched Jisung’s blood drip, his arms holding onto what he thought was his best friend. “It’s so fun doing this!” he giggled, eyes crinkling through his smile. He pulled out the knife before quickly stabbing it back inside Jisung’s neck. “Is little Jisung whimpering? I’m just playing with you!” His psychotic laughter soon filled your ears and your breath quickened once you watched as Chenle stabbed him in the stomach laying on top of Jisung, a dark red pours onto the floor steadily. You wanted to look away but your body could do nothing but be full of shock.

Chenle’s head jerked toward your direction. You gulped as he stood up to walk toward you with an innocent smile. Once he cornered your back to the wall, he dragged the knife covered in blood along your jawline. You winced as the sharp blade cut through your delicate skin, you clutched onto nothing making your knuckles turn white. “P-please…” you whisper.

His smile dropped once the knife entered the side of your torso. “Now, you two can be with me forever.”

[monlunetaeil]

Dating Haechan!!

Finally going to do dating head cannons for all the NCT members!! They'll be done in no specific order but feel free to request the ones you want first!!

Masterlist

Where to start with this cutie???

people always paint him as a chaotic evil

and they're right

uses every opportunity for chaos

you're watching a movie? compares you to the monster

you're eating a sandwich? the other half is gone before you even take a bite of the first half

the worst part is he's not even hungry

"You see, I just do it for the thrill!" pack it up, criminal!

he'll also literally face time you at 1am just to call you ugly

also, uses you as a scapegoat

you could have not have been to the dorms in months but Johnny's missing shirt? yea you stole it

at first it was somewhat believable

,,,,when it was things like unwashed mugs and the occasional missing snack

but after he blamed you for stealing taeyong's yogurt, that he was currently eating.... safe to say the guys caught on

"You're literally eating it?? I know it was you??" "I know it just like blaming y/n" *shrugs*

He lives for being overdramatic

you know when stuff goes wrong and he screams for his mum?

yea congrats he'll just scream ur name

at first it sends you into a panic because you think he's actually hurt

but no he just slipped and is embarrassed lol

him being overdramatic also bleeds into his affection

he loves to be overly affectionate in front of the guys because he loves the way it makes you blush

he'll call you every pet name under the sun, hug you so tight you can barely breathe and he'll finish it off by pinching your cheeks and calling you cute in a baby voice

but as soon as you're in his room he'll just call u an idiot LOL

Also if he loses at a game he'll dramatically flop himself all over you and demand you console him

"I lost I think I deserve a kiss or I'll have to cry myself to sleep"

"You lost? why should I give you a prize?"

cue him loudly fake crying until you kiss him

He also always has a reply to everything??

he'll ask you out for coffee and you'll end up paying because of some backwards logic he came up with that somehow makes sense??

but, despite his overdramatic and chaos-driven nature, when it's just the two of you, he acts like you're his whole world

and in reality, everything he does is just to see you smile

he can barely keep his hands off of you most of the time

his love language is definitely touch

Whether it's cuddling, hand-holding or just your knees touching, whenever he's near you he just needs a physical connection

he says you're his personal charger lol

and when you stay over, he'll cling to you like a koala

one time you woke up early and he refused to get up so you involuntarily carried him to the kitchen with him clinging to you

DIES when you wear his clothes

but he'll play it off like it's annoying

"ya I hope you're paying for my laundry!"

but he secretly won't wash it when you give it back because it smells like you

he'll also randomly play with your hands

moving your rings to different fingers and such

most of the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it but it's cute nonetheless

He LOVES sharing his interests with you

he teaches you soccer, and even if you're hopeless, he'll still let you win

but he'll still whine and ask for a kiss after LOL

he's defo the type to send you playlists

most of the time they're full of dumb songs he found

or just Michael Jackson's whole discography

but occasionally he'll send you one full of songs that remind him of you

and sometimes you catch him humming them to himself, taping his leg gently to the beat

When he misses you, he listens to those playlists and just pictures you

he'll also text you little explanations for why he chose the songs sometimes out of the blue

He defo has a terrible picture of you as his lock screen

but his home screen is his favourite photo of you that can't be his lock screen because "it's sacred"

you think he's joking when he says it but he's not

having it as his some screen makes it feel like his little secret, something he can cherish

but he won't admit that lol

he's not also afraid to be vulnerable around you

he's pretty sure of himself most of the time but in those moments when everything is a mess he knows he can come to you and you know you can do the same

which is something he appreciates so much

he won't say it, but he loves how you can see him for who he actually is

you see past all the jokes, the insults and overdramatic behavior

you know him inside and out, no filters

and you still love him :,)

[violetsoju]

let’s go on a ride (where to)彡★

suna rintaro · fluff? · 3.1k

a/n: here’s a cookie for you if you can guess correctly from which song i got inspired by 🍪 (hint: it’s from a female soloist!) do let me know if you enjoyed it!  ❤️

The first time you got on his bike was when you were late for your finals. Being the ironically procrastinator and overachiever you are, you dunked 3 cups of coffee the previous night in attempt to stay up drilling pages and pages of chemical processes and reactions, along with the insane number of structures and behaviours of molecules that seemed to stretch on forever into your poor cramped brain. So when you woke up to your clock staring at you with its long hand 20 minutes away from the scheduled time of your doom, you knew you were indeed, doomed. Your shouts and failing hands to the bus driver fell on deaf ears, leaving you gasping for air, hands on your knees as you reached the now empty bus stop.

You were about to make a run for it when a motorbike pulled up beside you, a male voice catching your attention. “Hey.”

You turned to see fox-like eyes staring back at you, one which had you intrigued since the first encounter. Even though his other features were hidden beneath his helmet, the boy clad in black on the bike was undoubtedly, your next-door neighbour.

“Get on my bike, let’s go.” he said, throwing a helmet in your direction.      

Despite living right next door, the both of you never had a conversation with each other. You don’t really see each other too, in your defence. Normal greetings would just be a small nod of acknowledgement, sometimes with a small ‘hi’ if you were feeling sociable enough.

But desperate times call for desperate measures, right?

“Where to?” he asked, as you climbed onto the back seat.

“Hyogo University, please.” You grabbed on the rail bar behind, praying that you won’t somehow fall off.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that you missed the bus, because weaving through unusual heavy traffic on two wheels was definitely more efficient than being stuck on four wheels. You yelped as you almost lost your balance from the zigzag drive, instinctively grabbing hold of his waist as you both zoomed past the congested roads.

Never in your life had you been so happy and relieved at the sight of your university. Jumping off the bike, you were about to sprint to your faculty when you stopped midway at your tracks at his call.

“Hey! My helmet!”

Turning back meant risking having the examination doors being slammed in your face. “I’ll return it to you later!” you shouted, waving the back of your hand towards him as you dashed to your examination venue.

Later that night, the boy found the sides of his lips tugging upwards slightly, huffing a breath from his nose in amusement at the sight of his helmet hanging on doorknob of his apartment. It was filled with packets of choco pie and a small yellow note in it.

「 Thank you so much for today! I got to my examination venue right on time thanks to you. Please let me know when you’re free. I’d like to treat you to a meal as a gesture of appreciation, these treats obviously aren’t enough.

-Your next-door neighbour 」

He opened a packet of choco pie and folded the small piece of paper neatly into the pocket of his jeans, making his way into his apartment.

Your eyebrows arched in surprise when you locked your front door the next morning. There was a small green note stuck on your door, along with a box of chocolate koala march biscuits secured tightly with tape.

「 It’s not a big deal. Now we’re even, so save that for something else. 」

                                     ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

 The second time you got on his bike was on the way home from your job interview. You knew your heels were to go, and you should have gotten a new pair soon. But being the last-minute shit you were, you prayed with all your heart for it to survive on you till the end of the day.

Well, to be fair, it did cooperate with you for most of the day, besides than the awful blisters on the back of your heel and toes. It only gave up on you after the interview that went wrong (allocated interview slot being postponed and postponed, the central air-conditioning blasting like the North Pole, and what was it with companies and their ridiculous prejudice towards young women and maternity leaves), when your right heel got stuck in a sewage drain cover, snapping into half when you used too much force to get it out.

Then it rained. And of course, you left your umbrella at home as there were no indications of rain when you checked the weather forecast. Maybe the rain felt like giving the sun, along with the weather bureau, a surprise that day.

And maybe it felt like it had its fair share of fun after seeing your miserable state, drenched in its merry little splatter and your own infuriation, as it bid the sun goodbye and went back home once you got off the bus to your neighbourhood.

So here you were, walking barefoot on the scorching yet damp concrete pavement back home, adding more damage to your open wounds. Well, what other choice did you have? It’s not like you would break the other heel into half to balance it out, right?

The stares and hushed whispers around you couldn’t much compare to what was going through your mind now. Heck, you couldn’t even care less of how you looked. Smudged makeup and faint colour of your innerwear peeping beneath your now see-through white blouse were the least of your worries now. All you wanted was to get home, fill the tub with warm water, turn on some music, and let all the frustration built up in you sink away through the evening.

Walking around the last block of shops, you kept your eyes on the pavement, not noticing a familiar figure leaning against the wall a few shops ahead.

“Hey.”

You were so absorbed in your own thoughts, you didn’t realise a human wall up ahead.

“Hey!”

You winced at the sudden impact from the body slam, snapping up to find a boy around your age towering over you, alluring fox eyes meeting yours. “Sorry,” you muttered, stepping aside to continue on your way.

A warm hand grabbed hold of your arm, causing you to jump slightly at the sudden touch. He had his head tilted slightly to his left, his usual blank face staring back at you. But the hint of concern that subtly flickered in his eyes as he silently inspected you from head to toe made you stop in your tracks.

Maybe it was the series of incidents that happened throughout the day that had your mind spiraling in turbulent directions, or maybe it was the delicate warmth in his eyes that seemed so inviting, it wasn’t a bad idea to linger in it for a while. Whatever the reasons were, he was granted the rare permission to take a small peek through the faint cracks of your hardened shell, into the dark fiery void that held you hostage.

You kept your eyes glued on the ground as he kept his gaze on you, curling your bruised toes together against the hard concrete, contemplating if you made the right decision.  

Once he was done with his inspection, he moved towards his bike parked by the side of the pavement, grip still on your arm, and dug out for an extra helmet underneath the seat of his bike. He placed the helmet over your head, featherlike fingers brushing against your skin as he secured the straps around your chin gently.

“Get on, let’s get home.” he said, tapping the top of the helmet as if he was patting a little girl’s head.

The journey home was silent, in a comfortable way, and you were grateful that he kept his curiosity to himself.

He dropped you off at the lobby entrance of your apartment, nodding in acknowledgement as you returned the helmet while mumbling an audible thanks. You should’ve waited for him to take the elevator back up to your floor together, but you were just so bloody done for the day. At least you pressed the ground floor button as you exited the elevator.

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 The third time you got on his bike was after dinner one night. You were at the nearby convenience store in your pjs, a bowl of hot oden in hand, staring out at the night through the glass window. Late night convenience store runs were the best, because most people would be snuggled up in their homes, leaving the world to those like you to enjoy in peace in quiet.

You were on your third fish cake skewer when an unexpected presence made its way next to you. Gleaming hazel eyes locked with yours, and you found yourself unconsciously lost in it again.

He placed a plastic bag filled with an assortment of jelly fruit sticks on the table, savouring a purple coloured one in hand. You chuckled at this new side of him. This wasn’t quite something you pictured him to be.

He turned to you questionably. “Is there a problem?”

You shook your head. “Not at all, I’m just surprised with this new information.” You offered a fish cake skewer to him.

He gave you a green coloured jelly fruit stick in return. “There’s no age limit for these, are there?”

“Nope, you’re more than welcome to enjoy them,” You peered at the plastic bag. “Can I have the red one instead?”

“Picky.” he jokingly huffed.

The both of you enjoyed the rest of the night by the windowsill, making comfortable small talk here and there.

It was past midnight when you both made your way out of the convenience store. “Do you usually walk back alone at this time?” he asked, rummaging his pocket for his bike keys.

“Yeah, but not to worry, I can protect myself quite well. Ain’t no damsel in distress.” You jiggled your self-defense kit attached to your house keys at him.

He hummed in agreement, handing you a helmet. “My younger sister has a set of that too. That pepper spray is no joke.”

“What did you do to piss her off?” You fastened on the helmet strap nimbly, climbing onto the now familiar backseat.

“I was her guinea pig to test if it worked. And damn it worked well. 5-star rating.” The bike engine roared, muffling your laughs and off the both of you went in the night.

You furrowed your brows when he drove past by the turn to your apartment. “Hey, you missed the turn!”

“Buckle up, we’re going on an adventure.”

Apparently, his so-called adventure was to the neighbourhood hilltop which you had never dragged your lazy ass up to hike before. There wasn’t much to see in the dark surroundings, maybe it would be better in the day.

“For a moment I thought you were gonna abduct me or something.”

“By a guy that eats jelly fruit sticks at this age? Plus, you’re not even worth a bag of jelly fruit sticks.”

He fake coughed as you shoved the helmet in his chest playfully in retaliation.  

The hilltop wasn’t that high, but high enough to overlook the charming neighbourhood below. Looking at your neighbourhood from a different perspective made you appreciate it more. The quaint coffeeshops, the now quiet primary school, the lush recreational park, they all looked so small from the top. So this is what birds see from the top, you thought.

Placing your hands on the wooden fencing, you closed your eyes for a moment to enjoy the cool breeze caressing your face, taking in a long, deep breath. Even the air up here was clearer.

You turned behind to find him lying on the grass with one knee up, arms folded behind his head, eyes on the black canvas above. You took your place comfortably next to him, mimicking his actions. A soft gasp escaped your lips, taken aback by the view displayed before you.  

Maybe it was the cold reality and gradual maturity along with age that had your mind conditioned to thinking only the glowing lights of the city lit up the dark night skies. Long had you forgotten the existence of the scattered diamonds shining up above; one that lit up the skies and your eyes as a child, one you dreamt of picking from the sky to replace the plastic fluorescent ones on the celling of your nostalgic childhood room.

It was simple pleasures like this that kept boundless curiosity and imagination run wild, that made each day enjoyable and fun, that made one realise how beautiful life could be.

And to remind one how important it is to live in the present.

“Do you know how to identify constellations?”

“I only know the name of my zodiac sign, if that counts.”

“No.”

You chuckled at the small pout that formed on his lips.

“Don’t you think it’s amazing how people in the olden days could navigate their way with just a few blinking dots in the night sky? I don’t even know how to use a compass.”

“That’s why we have Google maps now.”

“Can you be a lil bit more enthusiastic?”

“You can’t deny that what I said is true, can you?”

It was his turn to chuckle at your exasperated sigh.

“Have you seen a meteor shower before?”

“Yeah, once I think.”

“Did you make a wish?”

“I guess so.”

“Has the universe granted your wish then?”

“A secret shall remain a secret.”

You hummed in response.

Truth to be told, the both of you were keeping secrets from each other: your identities. Sure, you both knew each other as next-door neighbours, but what else?

Perhaps he has the upper hand here. He knows you’re a university student from the first ride on his bike, he (somehow) knows you’re searching for a job from the second ride, and now he knows your little late night konbini run affair. All you know about him is that he rides a bike and likes jelly fruit sticks.

But you don’t mind. In fact, you like this anonymity. It’s what makes the relationship between the two of you more engaging, precious and real. You could let down your guard with him. No judgements, no defensive barriers, no facades.

Sure, you would be curious about his background at times. Is he the same age as you? Is he a fellow struggling university student like you? Or has he plunged into the battlefield called work already? But if you could be you wholeheartedly, and he could be him wholeheartedly too, that’s what matters the most at the moment.

“Are you certain that you made your wish correctly?”

“Are there procedures for making wishes upon shooting stars?”

“Duh. You gotta look up to the night sky, close your eyes, clasp your hands together, then make your wish. That’s how it works.”

“You could shake hands with my younger sister and be sappy drama sisters.”

“Maybe that’s why your wish hasn’t come true yet.”

“I’m not falling for your trap.”

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 “Man, I can’t believe nothing came out from what I studied for the whole week. Nothing. My feelings have been cheated on.”

Atsumu and you were currently slumped over the table at the convenience store next to the university, each with a hotdog in hand, along with an array of snacks scattered across the table. The both of you had just finished your classes for the day, and instead of grabbing proper dinner, you both were stuffing yourselves with junk food like children.

As to quote Atsumu, “Where’s the joy in life in blindly following the rules? Rules were meant to be broken. And it’s not like we do it every day.”

“Giving up so quickly? What happened to the ‘new semester new me resolution’, huh.”

Atsumu slammed his face on the table, groaning in distress. “Everything’s a scam. Life is a scam.”

You huffed out a small laugh at his exaggeration, eyes riveting back to the bustling street outside the window. Groups of students making their way to the bus and train station, couples choosing their dinner place hand-in-hand after work, a line forming outside the newly opened sushi place that served sushi on a mini bullet train. A typical Thursday evening.

A familiar jet-black bike among the line of bikes lined up by the pavement in front of the convenience store caught your sight. Oh?

Your mouth must’ve worked faster than your brain as Atsumu looked up to face the same direction you were looking at. “What yer looking at?”

“Oh, Suna must be around here somewhere. Haven’t seen him in a while.”

Suna, huh. Nice name.

“That’s one sexy looking bike, isn’t it? I always wanted a ride, but dude always speeds off even before I have the chance. Treats it like his wife. Don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone one ride it besides him.”

“Poor you, it’s a really nice ride.”

“The engine sounds amazing too- Wait. Wait a hot second. You rode it before? How? You know Suna?” Atsumu’s energy switch was turned back on, eyes wide like saucers as you shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal.

“He’s my next-door neighbour, duh.” Atsumu swore he was so close to throwing hands at your nonchalant attitude on the matter.

“Speaking of the devil, there he is.”

Suna emerged from the bakery on the opposite street, a bag of freshly baked goods in hand. Crossing the busy road to your side of the street, a glint of surprise gleamed in his eyes at the sight of both of you through the window, mostly from the shock and betrayal expression of the blond. He nodded to Atsumu in greeting, which was replied with Atsumu barking questions at him from the inside.

“What the hell, Suna? We’ve been friends for so long and I’ve never had a ride before, and she gets a ride? Really, Suna? I thought we’re more than this-”

“You know he can’t hear you from outside, right?” Atsumu paused to stare at you for a moment, and continued shooting questions and making dramatic gestures to the boy grinning slyly at him outside.

Suna turned his eyes to you, tipping his head towards his bike. Wanna go home?

You gave him a smile. Yeah, sure.

You got up from your seat and shoved half of the snacks on the table into your bag. “Later, Atsumu.” You bid the blond goodbye, patting his shoulder in condolence as he gawked at the both of you like endangered animals in the zoo.

“Suna you lil shit.”

Maybe you weren’t only getting rides back home on his bike, maybe you were getting a ride into his heart too.

[fandomsonrequests]

dad!ateez: your instincts kick in this time

reader is female. kind of a second part to this but not really..? it could be read as a second part requested by an anon, i hope you enjoy it!

taglist: @ddeonghwva​

Hongjoong: 

You wake up to an empty bed and a loud clang in the kitchen. You reach over to the lamp beside you, blearily blinking away the sleep in your eyes as your ears pick up various giggling in the hallway. The digital clock beside the lamp read 2:30 am. It took you a couple of seconds to realize what was happening before you were jumping out of bed and storming towards the kitchen.

“Kim Hongjoong and Kim Junseo,” You grumble as you appear in the kitchen doorway. 

The two loves of your life stopped what they were doing- which was currently mixing some espresso with a shot of some energy drink. You knew what this meant- your husband had no plan of sleeping yet and your son thought it would be a good idea to go along. But you, of course, weren’t having it.

“It was daddy’s idea,” The little boy said and pointed to his father the minute he saw your unamused expression.

“Yah, don’t sell me out like that-” 

“It’s two-thirty in the morning. Go to sleep,” You lifted your finger before they could protest. “You need sleep, you’re still growing.” You tell your son before facing your husband. “And you, have been working overtime. Come on now misters- off to bed.”

The father and son pair decided to follow before you push them into bed. But as Junseo hops off the counter, he knocks the glass of espresso-energy drink cocktail down to the ground. Your body moved on its own accord before you could realize what happened, and grabbed the glass, spilling some of the content on the floor.

“Go to bed, I’ll clean this up.” You say when you come to your senses. “And please for the love of God, no more staying up.”

Seonghwa: 

It was a sunny day in the amusement park. You, Seonghwa, and Hyojin were by the large slides. And of course, Seonghwa was taking pictures of his two beautiful models, whether candid or planned. 

“Again, again!” Hyonjin cheered when she reached the end of the slide, standing up and clapping her hands. “But let’s do the big ones!”

“Are you sure you can handle that sweetie?” Your husband asks her as he helps her off the slide, fixing her little dress and the bow in her hair. He smiles when she nods and tugs on his and your hands to lead you to the slide she wanted. 

She had definitely gotten this enthusiasm from you. She was always so ready to jump into things and try them, even if it seemed scary. He always called her his brave little princess for that. Sometimes he feels like he’d get a heart attack from what she does but as long as he or you was there, it was fine. 

You and Seonghwa stay at the end of the slide and wave up to her when she reaches the top. She waves back energetically before sitting on the small mat that was given to her to help go down the rather enormous slide. As Hyonjin scoots forward, she lets out an excited holler, her long tresses flowing behind her as she zooms down towards you. 

Unfortunately, she tried to slow down her descent by sticking her feet to the sides. And of course, by the law of inertia, the sudden stop makes her fly forward. Her face could have planted into the ground if you hadn’t jumped forward and caught her in your arms. 

You both tumbled to the ground and Seonghwa immediately rushes over to you, ushering his two princesses to the side. “Are you two okay?” He says as he looks over the both of you. 

Hyonjin, oblivious as ever, only nodded. “Mommy caught me so I’m okay.” 

“I’m a little shaken,” You admit but the smile never leaves your face. “Maybe a kiss from my prince and my baby would help me feel better.”

Hyonjin only giggled and placed a big, wet kiss on your cheek. You chuckled at the ticklish feeling before Seonghwa cups your chin, gently turning your head to face him. He lovingly strokes your cheek before leaning in to press a short but sweet peck to your lips. 

Yunho:

“Daddy look, it’s uncle Mingi!” Eun-jung, now nine years old, said from her spot on her father’s shoulder. 

Yunho laughs as she indicates the giraffe in front of them. “Oh yeah, it does look like him.” He mused and handed her a short branch of leaves for her to feed to the creature.

Yunho turns to you while you were busy entertaining your son, Eun-sang. He was now three years old and can hold a conversation with people. It felt like only yesterday when his son was just born and his sister was begging to hold him. 

“You enjoying the giraffes buddy?” Yunho asks his son.

“Mhmm! I wanna see something ewls too.” Eun-sang says. 

“I’ll take him to see the koalas,” You tell Yunho. “Don’t give daddy a hard time, Eun-jung!” 

“I won’t mommy,” She promises and waves goodbye to you.

You adjusted your hold on your son, lifting him up further, and started to walk to where the koala enclosure was. The two of you were so wrapped up in your conversation that you didn’t notice a couple of children running in your direction. Yunho’s eyes widened, realizing that the kids could barrel into you, making you fall.

“______, watch out!”

You turn at his voice, seeing the kids rushing at you. You jump to the side but you lose your footing, making you tumble to the ground. Your son grasps onto you but you swerve and fall onto your knees so that you don’t crush him under you. He looks up at you, wondering what had happened. “You okay mommy?” He asks and puts his small hand on your cheek

Your husband rushes to you, your daughter following alongside him and checking up on the both of you. Eun-jung, being the hands on older sister she was, took her brother from you while Yunho helped you up. “God, that was terrifying.” He admits and helps you brush off the dirt on your clothes. “But that was quick of you babe.” 

“Mommy has Spider-Man refwekses.” Eun-sang giggles and you smirk up at your husband. 

“HAH, I told you I had them too.”

Yeosang:

You cooed down to your daughter, Haneul, as she lay on her back on the changing table. She smiles up at you, hands outstretched as you cleaned her up and started changing her diaper. You handed her the chicken stick rattle that Yeosang gave her the month she could start holding things to distract her.

“Oh, that’s stinky!” Ji-ho complains as he passes by his little sister’s room, dragging his toy behind him. 

“You’ll be on diaper changing duty one day, mister!” You call out to your son in amusement as you finish up. 

You only chuckle to yourself when he protests, making you shake your head. You hum to yourself as you throw away all the used materials. “Where’s her shorts?” You ask yourself and momentarily turn away to get it.

But what you didn’t realize was that Haneul grew bored of her rattle and became impatient of just laying there. She cooed as she started to roll over, thinking that it was just another flat surface to crawl all over. The second she fell off the edge of the changing table was the second you turned back around to put it on her.

Your eyes widened and it felt like the whole world slowed down. You lunged forward and caught your baby in time before she could hit the ground. The force of the impact made her cry, causing you to snap out of your stupor. You cradle her to you, gently hushing her and leaning her head against your shoulder. 

“It’s okay baby, mommy’s here,” You coo to her and pull away to kiss her head. “You’re such a little troublemaker aren’t you?”

San:

The sounds of giggles floated around the kitchen along with the clanging of cupboards. It was currently eight-thirty in the evening in the Choi household. Nari and Sooyun, both four and nine years old respectively, were in the kitchen, sneaking cookies from the cookie jar after managing to slip past their babysitter who was watching tv in the living room. 

They were supposed to be asleep in their shared room and for a while they were. That was until the coast was clear and their babysitter returned to the living room. That meant to wake up from their fake sleep, grab some goodies from the kitchen, and head back into the room to snack on it. 

Nari and Sooyun were now in their room, mouth, and teeth covered in chocolate while their little plastic cups were filled with strawberry milk. They giggled to themselves, high on success after sneaking past their babysitter. But that joy was short-lived when they heard the familiar rumble of the car’s engine in the driveway. 

��Quick Nari!” Sooyun urges her sister and the two girls quickly cleaned up and disposed of their trash. They hastily taped the plastic bag full of Kisses Chocolates, thinking their parents wouldn’t find out, threw it in the fridge, and jumped into bed. The oldest girl turned off the lights and made sure things were in order before sleeping. 

You and San come to check on your two angels after your little date night. But as soon you walked into the room, you knew something was off. You spot the little crumbs by the foot of Sooyun’s bed and the pink plastic cup that she had hastily shoved under it. You shake your head in amusement, walking over to pick it up as your husband kissed the two girls’ foreheads.

“Why do you have that?” San asks when he sees you with the cup. You say nothing, but nod your head towards your daughters. It took him a couple of seconds before he realized what had happened and he nodded in understanding. 

“Oh well, I guess we won’t be going to the ice cream parlor tomorrow,” San sighs loudly, seeing the girls tense under their blankets. “I guess you and I will be the only ones to go. What do you say _____-”

“We’re sorry mommy!” Nari said, the first to cave in. She was sniffling as tears threatened to fall down her round cheeks. “Please take us to ice cream!”

Mingi:

You chuckle as Young-soo bounces on the mattress, cupping his dad’s cheeks when his father leans over him. Mingi settles his son in the middle of the mattress again while you stay on the other side, ready to catch him in the next few seconds. Your husband flops down onto the edge of the mattress, making the two-year-old boy fly up in the air and squeal in delight. 

“Hold on, I have to head to the bathroom,” You say as you get up. 

“Don’t take too long babe,” Mingi says as he pulls his son towards him and tickles his stomach.

You assure him and jog to the bathroom, leaving the two boys alone. For a while, Mingi entertains Young-soo by blowing raspberries into his stomach or cheeks and by tickling his sides. Joyous giggles fill the air but the boy soon grows bored of just being tickled. 

“Up, up!” He tells his dad, shaking the man’s much larger hand. 

“Let’s wait for mommy bud, it’s not safe.” He tells his son. The boy, sensing that he didn’t get what he wanted, started to burst into tears. Mingi cringes at the sound, trying his best to hush him. Eventually, he caves in when none of his attempts seem to work. 

“Alright, alright. Just this once. But don’t tell your mom.” He says as he settles his son on the center of the mattress again. 

Once more, he launches his son into the air but the little boy twists, making him go off course. And he would’ve fallen to the floor if you didn’t enter in time to catch him. You grab Young-soo by the arm and leg and pull him to you. “Oh my God- Song Mingi.”

“Baby he wanted it!” He tried to protest, only to see his son make a funny face at him. 

Wooyoung:

“Good job kiddo,” Wooyoung says as he pats his son’s head.

Minjoon beams proudly up at his father, continuing with mixing the batter for their little cake meant for you. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he took after his father’s cooking skills- in fact he always made sure to mention it to his friends. And because he wanted to level up his skills to be on par with his dad’s he always made sure to practice whenever he could. 

Minjoon hums as he rocks back and forth on the bar stool behind the counter. Wooyoung hears the creaking noise of the chair’s wood and reaches out to still his son’s actions. He didn’t want to have the high chair incident repeat again. 

“You can’t sit still, now can you buddy?” The man teases his son, only to receive a pout. 

“I’m not going to fall dad,” Minjoon argues but follows nonetheless. He only pouted more when his dad ruffled his hair and went back to what he was doing. 

Eventually the two fell into routine again, exchanging some father-son banter and helping each other around the kitchen. The two grew focused on what they were doing that Wooyoung didn’t notice that his son started to rock back and forth on the seat again.

You walk into the kitchen a little later, a gentle smile on your face. You were about to ask what the two were doing when Minjoon tilts a little too backward, making the chair tip over in that direction. You drop whatever you were holding at that moment and rush to catch him. 

Your son falls with a choked yell, landing into your arms as you both topple to the floor from the impact. Wooyoung ran from his spot by the stove, turning it to low heat first- you didn’t want a fire to start, and over to you. “What happened??”

You look up from your spot on the floor, your arms protectively wrapped around Minjoon. “The little rascal fell,” You breathed. You look down to your son and kiss his hair, letting out a relieved chuckle. “You have got to stop doing that, buddy.” 

Jongho: 

One of the perks of being an active family is that the kids are always entertained and you get to have fun at the same time. Exercise is just a bonus. Right now, you were in this bouncy house/parkour gym for people of all ages- a treat for your kids who managed to get high grades in class. 

As of now, your twins were by a small area where some short wire-lines were set up for the zipline. It was the type of zipline where you hang by your hands, allowing you to jump into the pit filled with soft blue blocks. Jongho was on top with your son, Young-min, while you and your daughter, Young-soon, were at the foot of the zipline, cheering him on. 

“Come on Young-min! You got this!” She encourages as she bounced around. She was always the more daring one between the two of them. 

Jongho knelt by his son, cupping the back of his head. “You ready bud?” He asks gently.

The boy only nodded, both excitement and nerves filling his system. He brushes his sweaty palms against his pants and releases a curt sigh. His fingers then curled around the bars that the gym worker handed him, bouncing on the balls of his feet. 

“You don’t have to do it if you’re scared-”

“No, dad-” Young-min answers firmly. “I got this.”

He exhales and pushes off, feeling the wind whip against his face as he zipped down. He could faintly hear his sister’s cheers as he raced to the bottom. Unfortunately, he doesn't let go on time. So when he hits the metal stopper at the bottom of the zipline, the force of the impact causes him to launch forward, throwing him out of his hold on the zipline and away from the safety pit below. 

You instinctively reached out, your body reacting before you could register what was happening, and pulled him towards you; you’ve practically saved him from potentially face planting into the ground. He looks shaken up when you help him to the ground, eyes wide with adrenaline. 

“Are you okay?” You ask him, a bit worriedly, as you look over him for any pulled muscles. 

All anxiety melts away when he beams widley and throws his hand up in the air. “AGAIN!” 

[carnationcreation]

Can you do a Jonathan Byers one-shot where the female reader is a Hawkins Lab experiment who has super speed and was known as Seven and escaped the lab with Eleven and they were adopted by Hopper and she started dating Jonathan and during the fight with the mind flayer she tires herself out and faints and he goes into cute concerned boyfriend mode?

TITLE: New Life (Jonathan Byers x Hopper!reader)

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Prompt/summary: Reader is an escaped experiment from Hawkins lab, after being adopted by Hopper with her sister El they struggle to adjust to the outside world. 

Word Count: 1,155

Warnings:  none

Authors note: I was listening to Dumb by KOPPS and Branded by NateWantsToBattle, really sets the vibe of most of the scenes

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(Y/h/c) = Your hair color

(Y/f/b)= your favorite band

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 She knew the blood dripping off her feet would attract the hounds.

At this point it didn’t matter if she wanted to give up, she’d be dead either way. The hounds would tear her apart. If they were going to catch her they’ll have to keep up.

Her powers only worked if she had enough energy. After a full night of running, both super sonically and regularly, she was exhausted. The clothes she had escaped with were torn and she had bruises on her body from the times she fell over branches and rocks sticking out of the ground. She knew she would have to find food soon, but she didn’t have any idea of how to get it.

The growl in her stomach went away for just a little bit, then it came back with a painful vengeance. Her days at the lab consisted of being locked in her room or being put into the tank. What little she could remember about her life before was stripped away in a matter of months and the more she thought about it the more her head hurt and she came up empty. 

Her vision was going in and out. Her feet felt like lead and she knew she wouldn’t be able to run much longer.

Maybe, she thought, if I just lay down here. I’ll be dead before they find me.

It was an optimistic thought. What she didn’t expect was to feel someone gently picking her up. Her body sunk into him. She couldn’t have been more than 13 years old but she had a number lower than 11...

Hopper turned her wrist over and saw the tattoo on the girls small wrist. A tiny 07 was drawn there, surely she had to have been there before El.

By the time he had gotten back to the cabin El knew he had her and was bringing her home. 

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The next few months were terrifying for the girl. She couldn’t speak much, just like El when she was first found. After days of trying to feed her and get her to talk it wasn’t until El presented her own tattoo that the girl seemed to relax. The only time she would eat was when El was in the room, the only time she would sleep was when they were both in bed.

Her powers were a struggle. She had to learn she couldn’t use them around other people. And people. The girl had spent her entire life locked away, only seeing other humans if she was useful enough. So being introduced to knew people was terrifying. They soon found out she was probably around 16-17 when they took her in for a check up with a private doctor. Hopper pulled some strings so it was no questions asked, and an adoption paper was formed a few days later.

She found some comfort in Nancy, who took the girl under her wing buying her clothes and teaching her how to keep her hair in order. The (y/c/h) was finally starting to grow out from the horrible buzz cut she had when she was found. 

Then she met Jonathan.

At first he thought she hated him, because whenever he was around she would cling to the people she deemed safe. Nancy assured him she would warm up to him eventually, but there was still a voice in his head that said she wouldn’t. 

She grew close to Will after he gave her a drawing he had made for her. He carefully explained that it was her in the game that they play. He drew her as an Elf, one with the power of speed, he drew her with long wavy hair that was styled half up half down and a glorious crown on top of her head. She kept the drawing in her bedroom and looked at it before going to bed. Jonathan wouldn’t lie, he was jealous his brother bonded with her before he did. And besides, Will was a few years younger. But still he waited patiently to see how you would react to him.

Slowly you started warming up to him. After a while you started to look curiously at the camera he always carried with him.

”It’s a camera,” he said handing it to her, “Look, place your finger right there, and press it.”

the girl jumped as the flash went off. Jonathan grabbed the picture that popped out of the top of it and shook it a few times. The girl watched in wonder as the picture of Jonathan slowly appeared on the film. She pointed excitedly to it.

”Yes you did a good job!” he smiled. She couldn’t help but smile back.

As time went on Joyce invited the two girls over to their house more often. (Y/n), as Hopper had named her on the fake birth certificate, would wander in to Jonathan’s room to look at the pictures that were scattered on the walls. 

”Have you ever listened to music?” Jonathan asked her one day.

She shook her head and looked at the small cassette he had in his hands. He popped it into the radio and she stared with furrowed eyebrows at the machine. 

“Not much into rock huh? I guess we can find something you’ll like.”

Slowly, the two grew a friendship. Jonathan made it his personal mission to find out what kind of music (Y/n) would like best and also adjusting to her new life. They eventually landed on (y/f/b), and whenever he knew (Y/n) was coming over he’d have a tape ready for her to listen to. Will would join in occasionally on their music sessions.

They both soon learned how starved (Y/n) was of physical touch. Growing up as an experiment didn’t leave much room for hugs or gentle touches. She’d let Will lay in her lap whenever he wanted and hugs were always exchanged when they saw each other. The first time Jonathan tried to brush her hair out of her face with his hand he saw he flinch, his heart fell and thoughts of what might’ve happened to her to cause that raced through his mind. Soon enough he could reach for her hand without her pulling away. Soon enough she started reaching for his too.

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Jonathan did his best to keep the girl away from Star Court. (Y/n) had stayed home most of that summer. With all the fireworks going off and all the people milling around she didn’t feel safe enough to go out. It wasn’t until the rest of the kids came to the cabin to give El the chance to find the Mind Flayer that she learned about what all the experiments at the lab where truly for.

Billy had found them.

They were trapped inside the mall after everyone split up to complete the mission. Mike frantically spoke into the walkie-talkie trying to get in contact with the Scoops Troop. Eleven moved the car as the mind flayer made its way into the mall, everyone ran to hide. They could hear Dustin finally talking over the walkie-talkie.

The mind flayer stalked around the food court. From her place behind the car (Y/n) could hear it making its way over. El and (Y/n) made eye contact, they both nodded and El’s group ran for cover in the Gap store. The mind flayer heard movement and went to turn and (Y/n) ran and threw a knife, hitting it in the leg to distract it, but by the time it turned around she was gone. (Y/n) ran over to the group and picked El up, they ran to a back hallway trying to get the injured El to safety.

 Billy stalked his way down the hall to the four.

“Billy please, your name is Billy Hargrove you live at-” Max cried before hitting her and knocking her against the wall. Mike stood between him and the girls but it was no use. Before they could even properly react he knocked both Mike and (Y/n) out and took El with him.

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Jonathan found them back there, he woke them up finally and they raced back out to the food court to execute Plan B. 

(Y/n) ran back and forth at the first floor, sing rope to tie up the Mind Flayers legs as the others threw fireworks in it’s face to distract it. Soon enough they fan out. With Dustin yelling frantically to close the gate. We all ran for cover and watched in shock as Billy stood up. He faced the Mind Flayer, and when it shot it’s nasty tongue out Billy blocked it from hitting El. Arm after arm reached out and impaled the boy. Max screamed. (Y/n) saw her chance and used the last of her strength to run down and grab El, Mike, and Max to bring them to safety. Finally a big explosion went off from below and everything went dark. 

When (Y/n) woke everything was dark. All the lights had went out and the fire department was loading her up onto a stretcher. Jonathan ran up beside her and got onto the ambulance with her.

“Jonathan?” she said meekly.

“I’m right here (Y/n), I’m right here.”

“Where’s El?”

Jonathan paused, “She’s with my mom. She’s safe just injured.”

“Hopper?”

Jonathan didn’t respond. Tears formed in (Y/n)’s eyes as she began to sob. 

“(Y/n) I promise you we’ll keep you safe. You’re going to be fine.”

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It was 3 months after the battle of Star Court. Joyce had adopted both El and (Y/n), who still hadn’t fully recovered from the loss of the person who has showed them so much love. (Y/n) had grown closer and closer to Jonathan. Clinging to him after she got out of the hospital. The Byers had finally decided to move. (Y/n) laughed at Max and Lucas’ terrible rendition of The Never Ending Story. She watched as El tried to use her powers once again on the stuffed Koala in the closet. 

“Don’t hurt yourself El,” (Y/n) yelled from the living room. 

Jonathan walked in from outside with Nancy and sat down beside the girl on the couch.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” he said. He kissed her temple as he wrapped his arm around her.

“Scared,” (Y/n) said.

“Scred? Of moving?”

(Y/n) stared at the floor, “Yeah...”

“We’re going to be okay, we’ll have a fresh start. No one will know where you came from other than Hawkins. They’ll just know you as (Y/n), the girl that’s really fast and has the prettiest smile.”

Their powers were gone. It was hard to adjust to at first. Both (Y/n) and El felt so empty inside, but they knew it was for the best. Maybe they could lead a normal life. (Y/n) slowly became more comfortable with the affection between her and Jonathan. And he began to introduce her to people as his girlfriend. What little (Y/n) knew about relationships all pointed to the fact that she cared about Jonathan. Not in the way that she cares for Will or El, but a different kind of care. She didn’t mind being called his girlfriend. 

She heard El’s sobs from the bedroom and left Jonathan’s embrace to make sure she was okay. After reading Hopper’s letter they both sat on the floor sobbing until Joyce told them it was time to go.

Boxes were loaded in to the U Haul and hugs were exchanged among the kids. (Y/n) looked back on the house from the front seat of the car, watching as her friends waved from their spot on their bikes. She smiled through her tears and waved until she couldn’t see them anymore. 

“Babe?” Jonathan said.

She turned to look at him.

“This is going to be our new life, away from any monsters in Hawkins. We’ll be back for Thanksgiving, I promise.”

She smiled and buckled in to her seat. She reached for Jonathan’s hand and he pulled it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles. Her heart swelled at the small gesture, before turning to stare at the road ahead.

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write little spoon kev or perish by my hand

hello marianjos

kev was first little spooned by nicky OF ALL PEOPLE

they were drunk and cuddly and ended up in the same bed. nicky lords the information of kev being a little spoon over him

it turns into a Thing. kevnicky get drunk. they cuddle. nicky big spoons kevin. they don’t talk about it in the morning but nicky never fails to leave a fat kiss on kevins forehead before getting out of bed.

slowly kevin gets more unabashed and will openly cuddle with nicky when they’re tipsy at the dorms. it’s a sight. there’s pictures taped to walls of the two of them wrapped up in each other. nicky is actually one of the first people to help kevin get used to good casual touches. exposure therapy baby.

moving on to MATT. matt is the best at cuddling. i’ve said it before i’ll say it again kevin loves cuddling with matt even if he won’t admit it sometimes kev likes Heavy Weight on him

matt is the only person who’s bigger than kev so it’s.. nice to have someone Big wrapped around him u know?? big hands on his chest and long legs tangled with his

matt will also pull kevin into his lap, completely shameless. doesn’t blush or anything just drags kevin in by the hips and pulls him into his lap, wraps his arms around his waist, and props his chin over kevins shoulder. he first did it when kevin was working himself up over a bad game and was pacing around the dorm but it’s .... nice. so he keeps doing it.

dan gets in on it but it’s more like that wrestling cuddle u do with ur siblings where ur not exactly comfortable bc ur kinda in a chokehold but the weight of her against his back is kinda nice? even if he can’t breathe. they also do that thing where they’ll just randomly ?? start bickering and play fighting and they’ll end up standing completely casually together while wrapped up awkwardly around each other. it normally ends with kevin bent at an angle so dan can keep her arms wrapped around his shoulders

andrew isn’t rlly. a cuddler at first. he starts with wrapping a hand around kevs neck or a hand pressed against kevs back

fucking neil. goddamn. he just VIBRATES with jealousy when anyone else cuddles kev bc on one hand kevin deserves all the love but on the other hand HELLO??? THAT SHOULD BE HIM???????

neil will tackle kevin and FORCE him into cuddles. just wrangles him onto the couch. the first time kevin screamed and andrew came into the room, knives out, just to see the two of them wrestling on the couch, neil clinging onto kevin like his life depends on it.

backpacking 2.0 he LATCHES like a koala

it’s nice tho he holds kevin rlly tight and runs his hands up and down kevs torso and plays with kevins fingers

neil likes to tuck his face into kevins neck (u know that Nibbling thing.... that one thing we’ve talked abt........ yeah) small little kisses and nibbles .... murmuring in french against his skin while he curls as close as possible

he will latch on at any time. kevin is cooking? neil is on his back. kevin is yelling at the team? neil is backhugging him with his face pressed against his shoulder blades. press conference? neil is draped over kevins shoulders while kevin is seated. he has no shame.

somewhere on youtube there is a 13 minute compilation of “Neil Josten Cuddling Kevin Day On Live Television” (in almost every clip they both have completely deadpan expressions and it drives fans insane) and an eight minute montage of “Kevin Day Giving Neil Josten Piggyback Rides During Games For Seven Minutes and Fifty Four Seconds” there is no stopping neil. he just wants to be close okay

mari this. can we talk about this more talk to me. about this hello marianjos

[delistylehardcore]

aaaaaa im really happy you enjoyed my n. trance headcanon ideas! i forgot to mention something also, that the n. in n. trance would probs stand for nefarious - nefarious trance (hmm... or maybe nebulous? idk).

anyways, i was mentioning i had some ideas abt the cortex vortex. firstly, you know how the original production bible for crash 1 talks about how each evo-ray mutant is shown different things on the tvs inside the evo-ray? (koala kong is shown stallone movies, pinstripe is shown mafia movies, the komodo bros are shown martial arts movies, tiny tiger is shown... "brutal footage", etc.)

ive been imagining what treatment characters introduced in the later games would get with the cortex vortex, and ive come up with some ideas.

dingodile, i imagine, was shown mostly footage from several cooking shows, specifically aussie ones about grilling. hence why he ends up establishing dingos diner.

rilla roo doesnt really have much of a personality outside of. well. being a monkey. but i could imagine he was being shown carnival and boxing footage. notably the japanese version of bash states he goes into business with koala n' dingo, so maybe he was also shown something entrepreneurial?

crunch was shown military training footage and workout tapes. cortex, learning from past mistakes, subjected crunch to a custom made video by cortex, basically a sort of... propaganda/mental programming video to ensure crunch would obey cortex.

crash, still called willy in the production bible, has an entry in it detailing what he was shown in the vortex. though seeing as crash's personality in the book is wildly different to who crash is in the games, i have a few different ideas.

so i like to think cortex was going to show crash the same propaganda tapes later shown to crunch, but there was a mix-up with the tapes, and crash was instead shown footage from several different cartoons, specifically cortex's own personal favourite: "toony loons". as a result, crash breaks out of the vortex, and escapes cortex castle.

thats basically it. so yeah! what'dja think?

this was sent ages ago and i'm so sorry i never responded to it but i love all of these. i LOVE the idea that crash was shown cartoons because of a mix-up. that's absolutely perfect

the n in n trance standing for nefarious is great too within the context of your hcs about him. love it. tropy was like yes this thing i found it will be my son now

[danganronpa-imagine-headcanon]

Hello!! Could I have some general reader fluff hcs for Taka, Nagito, and Kokichi? Thank you!!

Hi anon! Of course you can! These are three of my favorite characters, haha! ^^

Fluff headcanons for Taka, Nagito, and Kokichi!

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

•He really likes studying with you!

•But he likes to hold your hand while doing so

•Or just lean on each other while you both point things out in books

•When you aren’t studying, he’s constantly plastering sticky notes on mirrors, walls, etc, saying “you got this!” Or, “Do your best!”

•When you go to bed, he likes to cuddle

•He doesn’t mind if he’s the big or little spoon, he just really wants to feel you close to him

•He might lace his fingers through your hair when you go to bed

•In the mornings, he tries to make you breakfast occasionally!

•He almost set the house on fire once, but he’s getting better!

•Besides, it’s the thought that counts, right?

•He tried making you heart shaped pancakes and they ended up looking like apples

•Oh well

•No matter what time of day, he will always tell you he loves you

•Like— it would just come out of nowhere sometimes

•You could be reading on the couch and he’ll just sit down beside you with his own book and tell you he loves you

•He’s kind of flustered while doing so, but you deserve to know he appreciates you!

•He will call you pet names when you’re in private,, he just thinks they’re adorable

•There’s a new pet name everyday

•Sometimes you think that’s what he does in his freetime— just make up sweet little names for you

•Overall— just really wholesome, wants to make things easier for you if you can, and just hopes you know how much you mean to him

Nagito Komaeda

•He literally cannot fathom how you are dating him

•Someone like you? Being with trash like him?

•What were the odds?

•He really likes to be beside you, though

•He’ll hold your hand, sit beside you, cuddle you, kiss you at random

•He’s touch starved, so please hug him

•He really likes cooking with you!!

•He’ll make meals for you or with you, there is literally no you getting to cook alone

•He does getting slightly flustered when folding your laundry, but that’s fine

•Nagito would probably like to pull all-nighters

•He’ll insist someone as perfect as you needs to get their sleep, and someone as worthless as him doesn’t deserve rest, but he’d secretly like pulling them with you

•He just thinks it’s funny when you’re both sleep-deprived and laughing at the most unfunny things

•He also likes doing your hobbies with you!!

•You like to draw? He’ll draw. You like to read? You now have twenty-five books and he’s getting more. You like to write? He’ll help you think of ideas and shaping your plot!!

•Cuddling is also a must

•You’ll have to suggest it, because he doesn’t think he’s good enough to ask someone like you for it

•But he really likes holding you!!

•It reminds him that you two really are together, you really are his partner

•He wouldn’t have it any other way

•Nagito really doesn’t think he’s worthy of you, but he loves you, and he’s so glad you love him too

Kokichi Ouma

•You are now a victim to his pranks

•They’re more light-hearted, but he still pranks you

•You can no longer trust him if he gives you a cookie, because it is definitely filled with toothpaste

•But, he is really clingy and affectionate!

•He covers it up by jokes, like attaching himself to you like a koala and then saying, “Wow S/o! You’re so clingy today!”

•Kokichi would definitely write jokes to you on paper

•You will wake up, and there will be a piece of paper taped to your forehead saying, “I was going to tell you a pizza joke, but it’s too cheesy! =)”

•It almost always makes you laugh, though

•Kokichi doesn’t really know how to cook, so he’ll just make a bowl of cereal most of the time

•He can make toast without burning it, though!

•Most of the time, though, he’s just begging you to make him something

•He’ll help! And by help, he means dropping the butter, turning off the toaster while the bread is still cooking, and pouring a cup of water on you

•But he loves you, and he’s not afraid to say that! He’ll say it all the time

•“S/o, S/o, S/o! Guess what? I love you! Hey! Hey! Look at meeee! I love you! Are you ignoring me? I’m trying to express my love for you! S/o is so mean to me!”

•When doing household chores, like sweeping, he usually just runs around with the broom pretending he’s a witch

•He can do dishes though! But he will complain the entire time

•Usually, before you go to sleep, he will just attach himself to you while snickering

•“Goodnight, S/o! I love you! Oh, and if you have a nightmare, I’ll send DICE after you! So don’t have one, thanks.”

•Overall, he really does care about you. While he hates to be vulnerable, he’s trying, and he hopes you never forget how much you mean to him.

[heresyourramen]

Seo Changbin - Green Eyed Monster

Halloween was ages ago but I still wanted to post this one. 

Changbin x female reader insert (Heavily tattooed y/n, she’s strong too since her job is a personnel trainer, idk whatever)

5.9 K Words

It does contain SMUT/EXPLICT CONTENT

Warnings: A horror house, a lot of angst, pretty vanilla sex some light oral, jealousy, some fluff. 

"Its charming!" your voice echoed through the cold night air. 

The old mansion or at least what was left of it was probably anything but, though like anything if you looked hard enough you'd find the quirks. the gothic architecture had fallen apart, the steel spires and some old grey, rotten wood all that remained its steel spires and a  very creaky weather vane  that's rooster shape became somewhat ominous in the darkness of the night, well that and the sounds of people screaming inside every now and again probably also didn't help. 

"It's probably haunted and we're all going to die," Changbin's monotonous voice  came from beside you and you saw Felix clutch onto your boyfriends arm tighter and you half wished your love for all things spooky had remained a secret so that you could be the whiny baby  but alas, Changbin had met  you on a day you were wearing your favourite oversized Freddie Kruger t-shirt and therefor that was an impossible feat from the start. Han was clinging to your puffer jacket sleeve,  Minho stood beside you his face impassive  as he also stared ahead, out of the corner of your eye you saw Hyunjin sneak up on him from behind, he breathed down the back of Minhos neck, you've never seen someone go so pale so quickly but as soon as Minho turned around Hyunjins own fear was prevelant on his face as he flinched away from Minho who nearly put him in a choke hold.

 You let out a small sigh, when you thought touring the haunted house would be a  fun little activity for pre-Halloween festivities but when the boys thought they'd be able to manage wandering with you they'd obviously forgotten the last time they let you pick the movie for the designated movie night.  Your hope of cuddling with Changbin had been thrown out the window at the first jump scare, Felix claiming a spot on his lap instead and Han clinging onto you like a koala, his flailing had caused you to miss half of the movie itself. Chan had sat quietly enduring the movie his hand sneaking to hold Jeongins hand in his own for comfort, Hyunjin and Minho had clung onto each other  desperately and Jeongin had watched with the same level of interest as you and Changbin.  Chan was stuck recording  with Seungmin and Jeongin on a new vocal unit  track, keeping them away from tonight's little adventure and leaving and your boyfriend as the only two who might actually enjoy this horror show.

"Thanks sunshine." You rolled your eyes, you loved him but sometimes he was insufferable. You stepped forward walking through the crooked iron gate along the path lined with different carved pumpkin lanterns, Han either to scared to let go or too busy looking around for the  monsters his imagination was conjuring followed after you. You were a few steps in and the other shuffled through as well, following in your wake. 

The massive door lay  turned in against the wall and if it wasn't  for the small lights decorating the tickets table it would've looked like a big mouth of darkness waiting to swallow you whole and the entryway was deserted only some graffiti and stupid kids names carved into the ancient walls. You felt Han shiver most probably because of the breeze but you took his hand and gave it a gentle and what you hoped was a centring squeeze, not wanting the activity to induce a panic attack for him although that might be impossible because of what could be waiting around every corner. When you looked back  to check that no one had tripped over some old sticks and trash  that was blown onto the porch, your eyes immediately met Changbins his face was as impassive as ever but his brow had a small furrow to them as it moved from your face to your hands now hidden by Jisungs sweater paw and you turned your head back not really feeling guilty about it. 

Changbin was a naturally cuddly person with his members but for some reason he had kept PDA and clinginess with you to a minimum , rarely even holding your hand and only ever giving you a hug as a greeting in front of his members. Of course as the relationship progressed the boys saw you often enough to be comfortable with you as well, they'd be affectionate in a friendly way but often the affection you received from the younger boys felt more than that, that Changbin would show you. 

In private it was like his hands were glued to your body, always touching you in some way, hand resting on your thigh if he was busy otherwise he'd be cuddling you and peppering you with kisses 90 percent of the time. It hurt you that he didn't want to do the same for you in person but you'd left it alone knowing he would have good reason but it also meant in your perspective he had to accept that  being affectionate was part of your nature, and babying the boys was part of your natural trait as 'the mom' friend.  Han squeezed your hand as you passed under a not so stable looking archway and into a room with an old fire place following the neon arrows taped to the floor. Suddenly Minho- and Hyunjin's petrified screeches came from behind you and you saw a white hand come from underneath a table clutching onto Hyunjins ankle Minho screeching because Hyunjin nearly tackled him to the ground in his dramatics.  Hans other arm wrapped around the one holding his hand as he suctioned himself onto you, Felix also practically now being carried by Changbin. 

When you turned to lead the way into the new room a clown towered over all of you in the middle of the entryway, its plastic hatchet raised and a terrible grin with sharp teeth painted on the mask, your eyes widened and you couldn't help but giggle this however was inaudible thanks to the howls the boys sent up at the sudden shock. You lead Han around the clown, the actor in the suit only allowed to turn as he follows you with his scary smile as you walked passed. 

This was how the rest of the evening continued a jump scare coaxing wails and terrified screams from everybody but you who simple giggled at the outrageous costumes and Changbin who's expression remained mostly passive. When you exited the massive doors Felix and Han was practically dragging you and your boyfriend out and into the cold night air again.  When you all piled into your car Han having called shotgun the boys immediately started rambling loudly over the pop hits that played on the radio. When they mentioned they should do it every year you rolled your eyes at the outrageous suggestion. 

"Hey Noona, why do you like scary stuff so much." Han inquired eyes wide as everyone's attention shifted towards yourself and everyone else in the car went quite as you scanned the street to park so you could get ice cream, you sighed and parked at the end of the street.

"Because it's fun." the truth is that it had become a comfort much like getting piercings or tattoo's had, the pain, the adrenaline rush, they all clouded your brain in a new way that your sadness didn't and since then each of those items had become associated with feeling better, and even though your mental state had changed since a few years back it didn't change the fact that it was important to you. Changbin new this was the real reason, dammit it was one of the first conversations you had when you started dating and that's when he noticed you awkwardly shifting around the smiley with your tongue as you smiled uncomfortably he announced that he really wanted ice cream and diverted the attention away from you successfully. You got out and made sure the car was locked as you started walking until suddenly you felt someone jump on you, you heard Felix giggle and you grinned hooking your arms under his thighs as you carried him on your back an easy feat thanks to the hard work you put in the gym on the daily the few meters to the front of the late night ice cream shops entrance, conveniently located on the same block as their apartment. You've spent many nights here, post date night, post gym, heck even post sex but it didn't matter because it was Changbin who had made this place one of those things that help you feel better, but it was probably because he made you feel better.  Felix hopped off and you looked over to your boyfriend eyeing the two of you with that same look he had given Han clinging to your side, before directing everyone to the counter. 

You all sat happily eating the ice cream, laughing at the boys making fun of each others expressions when they got scared. You giggled along with them your legs resting on Han's lap who had claimed the seat beside you in the booth before any one could give it a second thought, you licked at your own ice cream the metal of your tongue ring against the creaminess a sensation you'd never get used to yourself.  At first you were confused when Changbin had approached in the gym at what seemed to be the end of a session with Chan, your friends who had used to train with you telling you that you often looked more than intimidating when doing your workouts, which you understood, you were the definition of the modern post break up stereotype, hair dyed nearly white except for your dark roots, tatted from your neck to your fingertips, pierced and hitting the gym nearly two hours a day with thigs big enough to crush skulls in between them, except your last break up had been two years ago and you hadn't felt the need to date again. Well, until Changbin who had nervously shifted himself from side to side and asked you to go for coffee with him, you had barely answered your eyes scanning at the veins that lined his big arms, looking bigger thanks to the pump from working out. You swore some drool had escaped your mouth as you ogled him and quickly said yes, truth be you had admired him plenty of times from across the weight section, I mean who didn't, he was beautiful. Point is you were beyond out of place with the sunshinyness of the boys, only ever somewhat looking like you could maybe fit in when you stood next to Bang Chan and Changbin with their monotonous outfits of black. But they had all warmly accepted you, with zero reservations,  as if the piercings and tattoos barely even existed, something you appreciated in a culture it was so seriously frowned, them treating you not like an outsider meant the world to you. 

But you thanked whatever deity existed everyday for all of them, no matter what, because for now you could say you wouldn't be getting new piercings or tattoo's soon at least not for the reasons you were used to getting them. When you were done, saying good bye to each of the boys, with soft pecks on the forehead from Felix and Jisung and a timid wave directed at them as they walked away, you released a deep breath the air foggy as it left your nose. 

Changbin taking your hand, hooking his pinky with yours as he walked with you back towards the car, it wasn't unusual for him to go home with you after a day out. When you got in the car instead of your usual comfortable silences after busyness of a day there was an uneasiness to it, you shifted in your seat uncomfortably before driving to your place only a few blocks away.  Changbin sat looking out the passenger side window not even trying to change the music on the radio like he usually would and you swallowed hard. It's been a long time since your previous relationships and they almost always ended in a week of this type of suffocating silence, with a goodbye and a 'I've found someone else', your knuckles turned white  gripping the steering wheel hard as you nibbled your bottom lip, but you felt your body relax as his hand softly rested on your thigh. The warmth a comfort to your anxiety, his thumb rubbing slow circles easing away all the bad with each rotation. 

 He got out and patiently waited for you to grab your gym bag from the back of the old SUV before making your way back towards him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and tucked you into his side as much as your thick puffer jackets would allow.  Your apartment wasn't big but it had a loft that allowed a little bit of separation and when you made your way upstairs your anxiety sparked once more when Changbin didn't follow you up and immediately flop down on your queen sized bed like he usually would. 

Changing out of your jeans and into some leggings and one of his old fluffy pink sweaters you slowly made your way back downstairs, despite your intense and obviously intimidating appearance you hated conflict and honestly you wished your anxiety would vanish so you wouldn't have to worry about talking about whatever it was that caused this uncomfortable silence. As you set about rinsing all your shake mixers in hot water while some water boiled so you could make coffee you felt his intense gaze on your back from where he sat at the small counter that separated your kitchen and living room area. When he cleared his throat you froze, hands still half in the soapy water as you waited.

"Y/n we can't avoid this conversation." you sighed audibly tongue poking at your smiley as you turned around again.

"Changbin I'm avoiding it because I don't even know what the conversation is going to be about." your tongue pokes at the side of your cheek irritation bubbling inside you for some reason and you fold your arms over your chest but quickly let them fall to your sides trying to stop yourself from creating a defensive wall. Changbin's jaw flexes visibly as he bites down in frustration, this wouldn't be your first argument and you had a feeling it probably wouldn't be your last but it still didn't mean it was something you wanted to do at almost midnight after a long day. Your arms automatically crossed across your chest as you leaned against the sink and Changbin stood up from his seat to stand right in front of you his hands resting on your biceps tenderly.

"I don't like seeing the guys so affectionate with you, and before you say something-", he held up a pointed finger as you prepared yourself to interrupt him mouth already open but shutting quickly at his gesture, " - I know that's something I'll have to discuss with them and not you but I wanted to tell you how I felt." 

"Well Binnie it would help if you didn't give them any space to do so." Your brows furrowed as you looked up at his only slightly taller figure, his eyes scanned your face confused a silent question asking what you meant by that. You huffed eyes diverting to the ground and away from his gaze, your hands cupping your elbows instead of defensive you came across scared.

"You don't show affection towards me around them." You mumble and quickly look at him his gaze still confused but he didn't step away his hands were still softly gripping your arms.

"Binnie you cuddle them and let them cuddle you all the time when I'm around, there's no space for me to initiate any type of PDA between us and besides I wouldn't initiate it because they're your friends and I don't want you or them to feel uncomfortable. " His grip on your arms tighten for a second before his touch leaves you completely,  Changbin takes a step back and crosses his arms. 

"You're right I don't want them feeling uncomfortable, that's why I don't do it Y/n, you are a lot to take in and we need to give them time to get used it." You felt a pang in your chest he's never once said anything negative about your appearance, never even hinted that it bothered him and him using it as an excuse made a different kind of anger bubble inside you.

"Well I'm pretty sure they've warmed up to me by now judging by how you're getting jealous ." You didn't even try to keep your tone neutral every word dripping with sarcasm a you stared him down, hard. "Jealous?" he rolls his eyes up exasperated and chuckles and places a hand on his chest, " I'm not jealous."

"Oh? Then what are you?" you quirk a brow a smirk tugging at your lips. this was exactly why you avoided conflict, you knew yourself, and you knew you didn't fight fair. 

"I'm tired of my girlfriend hanging on my members like she isn't already in a relationship and acting like she'd rather be having them fuck her into the mattress." Your gaze darkened and your face turned into an ugly snarl.

"Changbin, listen to yourself." Your tone was low and an obvious warning, he didn't know much about your previous relationships, but he knew how you felt about cheating.  He ignored it, taking a step back into your personal space.

"Gee I bet that'd be nice, huh? Dating two famous stars at the same time." Your eyes that had been screwed shut as soon as he'd stepped closer shot open wide. Never once had you ever said anything about dating him because he's famous or done something to actively make his life even more difficult as an idol sure you were active in the industry you were a fucking dietician and personal trainer for a variety of stars but he knew how you felt about mixing your personal life with your work. 

"What . The. Fuck. Changbin?" you two both stood glaring at each other you never thought you'd see the day that jealousy could turn the man in front of you this ugly. You were looking for something in his eyes in the form of remorse or even a little bit of guilt but nothing but anger and something you could describe as jealousy darkening his gaze and staring your figure down. 

"You better give me a very good reason as to why I should still let you stay the night and not  make you get a taxi right now."  Your eyes lowered into a glare a hungry and angry fire in the pit of your stomach as you pointed in the direction of the door.  When he crashed his lips onto yours it was hard and messy and you mumbled inaudible protests into his mouth that was still devouring your lips.  Your brain went static when his one hand laced through your hair and the other your waist and in other scenarios you wouldn't have minded but now you hated it, he'd hurt you, and you were mad but his kisses had the ability to slowly melt your fury into lust a weakness he seemed to exploit.

 His lips detached from yours, messy and swollen red from his harsh biting and you gasped finally breathing, as he planted open mouth kisses past your jaw and down your neck, you can't remember when your hands had gone to his chest but you didn't mind your hands sliding down and under his t shirt finger grazing over his hard abs and back to his hard pecks. The way he moaned against your neck set off a bunch of butterflies in your stomach, and you smiled dumb. His hands roamed across your body and finally found resting place under your ass that he tapped softly ordering you to jump, and you did so legs wrapping around his waist out of habit his lips back on yours furiously devouring you once again.  He only did so until he reached the stairs, pulling back to make sure he wouldn't fall on your way to the bed, you took this as ample opportunity to strip, as you tugged off the sweatshirt leaving you bare and Changbin paused his ascent with a pretty whine, before placed a tender kiss in between your boobs right on top of the blackout rose tattoo on your sternum, before biting at the same space and you bit down hard on your bottom lip to suppress your own whine.  

He continued making his way up, knee's almost buckling when you sucked and nibbled at the space on his neck right under his ear. When he got up the stairs he put you down softly before adjusting you roughly so your head was on the pillows and he was removing the tights and panties at the same time, he quickly took his shirt off after but before you could reach out and touch him his arms immediately went to your hips as he hooked them under your legs the only part of him in reach, his head.

 He started biting and nibbling down the inside of each of your thighs soothing each new little bruise with an open mouth kiss getting teasingly close to your dripping core before suddenly pressing his tongue flat against your clit and suckling on it your moan tore through the room and replaced your pants as he continued sucking and softly nibbling on it slowly pumping two fingers in and out of your wet pussy. 

Gripping at his hair hard in an attempt to ground yourself you nearly tugged his head hard enough you thought you might've pulled out strands, when he curled his fingers inside you as you unleashed a whine, but he only groaned deep in his chest the vibrations through your clit causing a different wave of pleasure to move  through you. The way your walls clenched around his fingers almost sucking the digits he was scissoring in deeper, as you came closer to your release he detached himself from your clit and pulled his fingers out abruptly.

 The snarl you unleashed as your head whipped up made him smirk, you knew exactly what he was doing, Changbin was a motherfucking tease and after arguments he seemed to enjoy it even more as he wound you up till you were nearly teetering off the edge, dragging you further and further away from your orgasm until it'd suddenly crash into you , and crash over you hard. Using your hold on his hair you pulled him up so his face was hovering over yours again and you had to work hard to repress the shiver running up your spine at how absolutely breath taking he looked, swollen lips pulled in a smirk and dripping with the evidence of your arousal, his full cheeks covered in it, half lidded eyes looking down on you pleased with himself and the hard hold you had on his dark tresses. You were debating flipping him over, fucking him stupid and then leaving him high and dry like he often tries to do with you but he stopped all thoughts of doing so when you heard a belt buckle and a zip as Changbin pulled back to stand and take off his pants and boxers your grip loosened on his hair at the implication of the sounds. He made his way back over you, the same lazy smirk still on his face some part of the fuzziness started fade and you lowered your gaze into a glare.

"The silent treatment?" he said quirking a brow, as he reached over to your bedside drawer and took out a condom your eyes following his actions and your hands resting next to you on the sheets, fisted them hard in an attempt to contain your body's neediness. 

"It's okay baby, you wont stay like that for long." as soon as the condom was on he was positioned between your legs and he was pushing inside you slowly, inch by inch. You bit down on your lips hard enough to draw blood as you tried to contain your whine as you clutched the bed sheets beneath you, no matter how many times Changbin's size was always almost too much to handle but the pain always became a brief memory as soon as you adjusted. 

"Shhh baby," he cooed softly in your ear as he brushed sweaty strands of hair out of your neck as placed more opened mouth kisses down where his fingers had softly grazed before, his breathing heavy at the tightness around him as he waited for you to signal that he could move. When he pulled back your eyes fluttered open and you gave him a stern look and you felt him pull almost all the way out before thrusting back into you slowly.

 The pace made it feel like he was never ending but eventually his hips was once again flush against yours his head poking at a specific spot inside you that had you shuddering a moan escaping through your lips your eyes screwing shut. This time he pulled out thrusting back in hard and your lips went wide open in a silent moan as his finger directed your chin so you faced him, your eyes fluttering open.

"Come on baby, I want you to say my name..." his voice is deep and raspy in your ear as his fingers gripped your jaw trapping your head so you could only look up.

"I want to make sure you know who's making you feel," he thrusts into you hard and your back arches so your chest is pressed against his.

"...this..." another hard thrust and your moaning, borderline screaming, loud enough you know your neighbours will be complaining the next day.

"...good." this thrust felt so deep you were sure if you looked down you'd see him poking through  your stomach and your hands flew nails digging into his back and legs wrapping around his waist in encouragement. He starts a relentless pace his hips slapping against you harshly as he hits continuously hits the spot that has you moaning, tears welling up in your eyes that are screwed shut and your hands move to desperately clutch at his hair again, his grunts and own moans right by your ears making you keen, he shifts his arm hooking under your knee pushing it up and almost against your chest and suddenly he's deeper.

"Binnieeee!" your scream echoes of the walls off your otherwise silent apartment your back arching as stars start to enter in your peripheral and your moans become louder. 

"See baby," he mumbles, panting against your exposed neck as you toss your head back in sheer pleasure as he continues his relentless pace, "that wasn't so difficult." he planted open mouth kisses on your neck, nibbling at already bruised and marked skin, purple over the blue ink that decorated your throat. His high was approaching even faster as he watched you fall apart beneath him and by the way your walls were fluttering he knew your own orgasm wasn't far away. 

His arm unhooked from underneath your  leg but you were to far gone too even notice, your brain had gone blank your vision white as he brushed his fingers against your clit. You came hard, shuddering and Changbin felt himself cumming as your walls squeezed him dry as he rode out both your orgasms.  He pulled out of you and you whimpered at your own sensitivity, he discarded the condom and came back pecking your forehead.

"Go get ready for bed baby, I'll change the sheets." His voice was gentle and as you grabbed something to sleep in you felt a heavy weight settle on your chest, your fuzzy and tired brain not quite comprehending it as you cleaned yourself and got under the clean sheets. Even as Changbin came back from his shower his front pressed to your back arms squeezing you tightly against him, his lips kissing the back of your neck goodnight before cuddling you till you fell asleep the weight didn't go away. 

You had woken up sore but not nearly as sore as you thought you'd be, when your alarm went off at 5 a.m. you had quickly switched it off, Changbin's snores the only sign he was indeed alive and not a corpse, with the way he was able to sleep through anything you often ended up checking his breathing on days he didn't even make a sound. You peeled yourself out of bed grateful that you had showered after your promiscuous activities, albeit half-assed and sleepy. You jumped up an down as you pulled up the teal coloured yoga pants and slipped a big black hoodie over the matching sports bra. You busied yourself with your usual routine, making your breakfast, blending the protein shake and then making your coffee and leaving Changbin's on the bedside table just before you left. 

It wasn't unusual for you to leave him alone at your place after he stayed the night it was rare that you didn't have a client in the early mornings but you felt that nothing was resolved. In fact as you drove to the gym you felt that frustration bubble again, you were hurt and mad that Changbin had gotten his way when he had no right too.  After your session with your first client you felt somewhat better, the endorphins from working out helping you feel better even if it was only a little. 

The days that followed allowed for numbing routine to push your unease to the back of your head Changbin had mentioned they'd be busy the days that followed your weekend but you thought you'd at least be able to spot them in the gym, better you didn't because you wouldn't know how to act. When you got an invitation for dinner at their apartment for tomorrow you were half surprised and half relieved, it had been five days of silence and work, not completely unusual but he'd at least send an 'I love you' or an 'I miss you' text when he was super busy. 

Only when you drove to his place after getting ready after work did the nervous jitters set in and you tapped away at the steering wheel before pulling into the underground parking lot. The lift ride felt like an eternity and you couldn't decide if it was unnaturally cold because of air conditioning or because it was winter and you wondered if the fluorescents were always that bright? You took a centring breath and lightly tapped the door, you heard heavy foot falls on the other side and then the door swung open and Felix was tugging you inside he'd helped you take off your jacket while you slipped off your sneakers and gave you quick side hug before having you follow him into the living room. It was dark all the curtains drawn and some red fairy lights were strung up alongside some fake cobwebs, some bat cut outs and what looked like skeletons you'd find in a biology class room, on the floor was a pile of blankets and cushions Jeongin, Minho, Hyunjin and Han sat on the floor in front of the tv different bowls of Halloween themed candy in front of them as they chatted away, Felix who had left you came back out with cookies decorated in orange and black icing and Seungmin following with two big bowls of popcorn. 

You heard Changbin and Chan's familiar giggles as they made their way from their room you assumed and your shoulders dropped the tension disappearing at the fact that Changbins smile remained even when he saw you. He made his way over to you and he tugged you into a tight hug tilting his head back and pecking your lips tenderly. Your brain stopped working for a second, his lips like a pause button for your thoughts and you couldn't help but melt as all your senses  became filled by Changbin, his cologne filled the air around you and his arms created a safety bubble around you, when he pulled away and you felt the red rush to your face you realised what he'd done. He took your hand pulling you to sit on the couch next to Chan and Felix, when he tugged you down you nearly fell into his lap and when you tried moving away he pouted and tucked you into his side as he looked down at you, the other boys chatting away without a care in the world.

"What's going on?" you whispered blinking confused and eyes wide. 

"We're celebrating Halloween and you get to pick the scary movie." Changbin said and handed you the remote. 

Your brain was still trying to focus on the fact that he was being affectionate in front of everyone else and you quickly selected Scream, not too scary and a movie you watched religiously every year for the holiday. 

Seungmin sat back and handed you one of the big popcorn bowls and immediately Felix, Chan and Changbin greedily stuffed their hands into the bowl as the movie started. For the most part the boys remained in their own seats allowing you and Changbin to cuddle in peace him lying on the couch with his back on the arm rest and you draped between his legs, head resting on his chest, there was still flailing about and screaming loudly at the murders and jump scares, but seeing as Felix  was seated next to Chan he got to Koala someone  else and Seungmin and Jeongin acting as the calm for the others antics. It was nearing the  end of the movie, the build up featuring an array of dramatics and Han turned facing the two of you his hand grabbing yours that was dangling down the side of the couch past Changbins waist and trying to hide behind it. You smiled sweetly but your eyes went wide as Changbins arms wrapped around you and he sat up slightly.

"Yah, this is my girlfriend hold your boyfriends hand." he said in an aegyo like tone his chin nodding jokingly in the direction of Minho, Han giggled and turned to face the screen but didn't let go of your hand and you looked up at Changbin who sat smiling at the screen and you had to contain your giddyness, nuzzling your face back into his chest as you smiled like an idiot. When the movie ended and the boys started talking animatedly about their favourite parts and getting up to fetch more snacks for the next one you felt Changbin shift. 

"Y/n?" Changbin says and hum looking up at him, he looked extremely uncomfortable and you could see how he forced himself to look you in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, I know this doesn't make up for what I did or how I made you feel, I had no right too, I know I manipulated the situation. Jealousy just got the best of me, but I'll do better for you." His voice sounded pained, every word laced with regret and you adjusted so you could hold his face between your hands squishing his cheeks, almost surprised that he let you but his neediness to be babied obviously cancelled out his anxiety.

"You're right what you did wasn't fair, but lucky for you I can't stay mad at you for long." his shoulders relaxed and you pecked him softly on his lips and when you pulled back you could've sworn you saw the galaxy in his eyes.

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I'm indecisive and can't help myself but don't feel like you have to write both of them!! How about "I did that annoying thing where I put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and I can’t wait to see your face” with Lashton? -blackbutterfliescal💛

@blackbutterfliescal heck yeah a lashton proposal! alright let’s do this

Ficmas Day 5

Rating: teen and up

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On Christmas, Luke wakes before Ashton.  Typically Ashton is out of bed before he is, preparing coffee and occasionally breakfast, so Luke savors these quiet moments with both of them comfortable here together, Ashton peacefully still.  The air around them is cold, but under the covers it’s warm, body heat trapped in a cocoon made from the comforter.  Luke shifts, sliding closer to Ashton so they’re pressed together again after separating during the night, and sighs contentedly.  His pajama pants twist uncomfortably, but he manages to put things to rights without elbowing Ashton awake or having to ruin their warm little bubble.

Luke lets Ashton’s steady breathing lull him back to sleep, easily slipping into unconsciousness again.  When he wakes for the second time, Ashton is shifting, preparing to leave.  With Ashton, once he wakes up he can’t drift back off.  It’s why Luke is more often than not the last one in bed in the morning, but today he’s determined to get a few minutes enjoying the morning together in the bedroom.

“Hey,” Ashton chuckles softly when Luke wraps an arm around him to keep him in place, burying his face against his shoulder.  “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” he mumbles.

“Are you going to let me go?” Ashton asks.  “I can start coffee and cinnamon rolls, then we can do presents.”

Luke shakes his head.

“You want to stay here all day?”

Luke nods.

Ashton shifts until they’re facing each other.  Luke squints at him.

He hates waking up in the morning.  Once he’s up and moving it’s fine, but the transition from sleep to functional human being is one he makes while kicking and screaming.  It’s easier when Ashton is there to drag him along.

Ashton leans forward and kisses his nose.  Luke scrunches it, and Ashton relents to give him a quick kiss on the lips instead.  Luke presses forward, extending the moment as long as he can until Ashton leans back.

“Are you going to make me drag you out of bed, or can you find the way to the living room by yourself?” he asks.  Luke pouts, but in the end the promise of Christmas morning with Ashton has him relenting.  Ashton stops in the bathroom and Luke commandeers the comforter, draping it over his shoulders like a cape and padding to the kitchen.  Petunia appears, trotting at his heels, and he ensures her food and water is full before turning on the coffee.  When Ashton joins him, he breaks open a can of premade cinnamon rolls and puts them on a baking sheet, ready to be popped in the oven.

“You look cozy,” Ashton says.  Luke opens his blanket-cape enough to let him in, wrapping himself around Ashton like a koala with very little intention of letting him go.  It makes moving to the living room more difficult, so they stand in the kitchen until Luke feels marginally more awake.

There are two stockings on the mantle, each filled with candy and knicknacks.  Petunia has her own stocking with rawhide bones and toys sitting on her favorite chair, and Luke rips through the packaging on a bone and gives it to her, content to have her dooling happily all over the couch while he and Ashton sort through their own gifts.  All of Ashton’s presents are either precisely wrapped and adorned with a bow or simple newspaper taped together with masking tape.  He oscillates wildly between needing things to look good and not caring about presentation, whereas Luke at least made an effort with all of his wrapping, although his corners aren’t as crisp and there are a few times where he started using a sheet that was too small and had to tape overlapping panels.

There’s one gift at the back of the tree that Luke has been trying not to fixate on.  Ashton has set himself up closest to the tree, appointing himself as the person handing out the presents, and Luke’s thankful that he hasn’t reached for it yet, distracted by everything closer within reach.  Between snacking on the cinnamon rolls and drinking coffee they open kitchen supplies, clothing items, books, vinyl records, personalized drumsticks, guitar picks, necklaces, and a weird ceramic rooster that Ashton hadn’t been able to stop laughing at when they were exploring an antique shop together.

He threatens to put it in their bedroom.  Luke suggests they find a way to sneak it into Calum and Michael’s house instead, and Ashton’s eyes light up.

Eventually, however, there are no other presents left.  Ashton reaches for the box, causing Luke’s stomach to clench violently.

“It’s light,” Ashton says when he picks it up.  It’s big, something that Petunia could easily fit in with room to spare, and the wrapping on the outside is red with mistletoe boughs on it.  Luke had been careful with this one, ensuring crisp folds and not overusing the tape.  Ashton comments on it as he opens, but once the cardboard has been revealed and he sees the contents inside, he frowns.

“It’s another box,” he says, taking it out, silver wrapping paper glinting in the light.  Luke hums, because obviously he knows what’s in the present, and Ashton narrows his eyes.

“Are there going to be more boxes?” he asks.

“Why don’t you open this one and find out?”

Ashton surveys him for a moment longer.  Luke hopes he doesn’t appear as nervous as he really is, guts swirling in a hurricane of anxiety and anticipation.

This box houses another one the size of a shoe box and wrapped in green stripes.  Luke outsourced to Michael and Calum for more wrapping paper, wanting each layer to be different.

“Luke, how many fucking boxes are there?” Ashton asks.

“Um,” he says.

The next box has snowmen on it.  The next, little Christmas trees.  Ashton frowns deeper with each one, frustration apparent in how aggressively he tears at the paper.

“Luke,” Ashton says, holding that box up.  “If there is another box in here, I’m breaking up with you.”

Luke bites his lip.

The last box has no wrapping, only a black velvet frame.  Luke watches him freeze, then take it gingerly in his hands.  Luke clears his throat.

“I, uh, don’t want you to break up with me?”

“Okay,” Ashton says slowly.  “I won’t.”

“Can you give it to me?”

Luke untangles his upper body from the comforter, taking the offered box.  Ashton stares at him, waiting for an explanation, no doubt, but Luke finds that all of his words have dried up.

“I had a speech,” he says.

“I’m sure it’s good,” Ashton says.

“I can’t remember it.”

“Okay,” Ashton says.

“But I love you.  That was the most important piece,” Luke says.

“I love you, too.”  Ashton smiles at him, something comfortable and familiar.  It’s a small form of encouragement that he’s been giving him since they met, a smile boosting him before each performance, interview, and every difficult task in between.  He’s a safety net that Luke can always fall back on.

“I want to see you smile like that for the rest of our lives,” Luke says.  “I want to spend my life with you.  I want to marry you.”

He opens the box, gold ring standing stark against the black it’s resting in.  He flips it around so Ashton can see.

“Will you marry me?” he asks.

“Luke,” Ashton says, shuffling forward until he’s kneeling right in front of him, hands resting on his thighs. “Baby, of course I’ll marry you.  I love you more than anything else in the world.”

“Even when I wrap the ring inside lots of other boxes and make you open all of them?”

Ashton laughs.

“Yeah, even then.  Especially then if it ends with us engaged.”

Luke leans forward and kisses him.  Ashton’s hands come up to frame his face, cradling him gently until they’re both smiling too much to continue.

“I think you owe me a ring,” he whispers when they part.

Luke fumbles with the box, finally getting the ring out and taking Ashton’s hand.  It fits perfectly, a simple thing that will blend in with any other rings he wears but that carries more meaning.  Ashton admires it, then turns his gaze back to Luke.

“Thank you,” he says.  “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

“Oh, that was part of my speech!” Luke says.  “I was going to say that being with you is a never-ending present that I’m grateful to unwrap every day.”

“Will you tell me the rest of the speech if you remember?” Ashton asks.

“Of course,” Luke says.  “I have it written down in one of my journals.”

He starts to get up, but this time Ashton is the one to stop him from rising, blocking his path from the couch.

“It can wait,” Ashton says.  “Right now I just want to enjoy the moment.  Let me into your blanket fort?”

Luke untangles his legs from the comforter, letting Ashton into his bubble once again.  Ashton fits himself against Luke with practiced ease, both of them perfectly suited to each other.

“Luke Hemmings, you are a gift to the world,” Ashton says.  “Thank you for choosing me to spend the rest of your life with.”

“There’s no one else I would want.”

Ashton’s ring is cold when he cups Luke’s jaw, bringing their lips together again.  Ashton may be the one who got the ring, but Luke thinks he got the best present this year.