#moony's countdown to christmas
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DAY 03 | A STATE OF MIND
PAIRING: bang chan x reader
GENRE: angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff
WC: 1.76k
CW: (not only) appearance insecuritues (chan), mentions of hate comments, implied panic attack/mental breakdown (chan), there's crying, and lot of kisses, y/n used like once, chan gets called baby
PROMPT: you're beatiful - the rose
well, the angst is here. trust me to take a cute song and turn it into this lol. i promise it gets better as we go, and i don't really go into much detail, but still mind the cw. i still hope you enjoy <3
title from you're beatiful - the rose
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You knocked on the door to the 3RACHA + Hyunjin dorm. Tapping your foot against the ground, you waited for one of the boys to let you in. “Come on, guys, come on,” you murmured, growing more and more impatient with every second that passed. This truly was the worst time to forget your keys at home. But you were in such a hurry to get here that the thought of bringing anything but the absolute essentials, such as your phone or the keys to your own apartment, hadn't crossed your mind until you were halfway to the dorm.
When Changbin called you twenty minutes ago, begging you to come over, you weren’t thinking straight. As soon as Chan's name was mentioned, you grabbed your stuff and ran out the door. Poor Changbin didn't even get to finish what was so urgent, but that didn't matter. You will find out when you go there. What mattered was the fact that something was going on with Chan, and you were too far away from him. So there you were, in the hallway of the Stray Kids’ apartment complex, standing in front of the door like an idiot. Just as you were starting to entertain the thought of busting the door down, the doorknob moved and revealed Minho in a similarly distressed state as you. His hair was messy, his hoodie rumpled, and there were a few faint damp patches around his chest and shoulders.
“Thank god you're here.” Minho let out a sigh of relief, ushering you to come inside and towards Chan's room, not even pointing out the fact that you didn't take off your shoes. Oh, so this was really serious then. Minho was very particular about these sorts of things, so the fact that he now completely ignored one of his precious house rules spoke volumes on its own. Walking through the apartment, you noticed the rest of the members sitting or standing around, looking similarly uneasy. Hyunjin and Jisung paused their murmured conversation with Changbin to give you a small wave as a greeting, which you returned. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Seungmin comforting a crying Jeongin, but before you could inspect the scene further, you were dragged away by Minho. “Yongbok is with him right now, but he keeps asking for you,” the dancer said, placing a hand on your shoulder blade and gently nudging you towards the closed door.
“Um… Do you mind telling me what exactly happened? I kind of rushed here before Changbin got the chance to explain.” You ran your hand through your hair, suddenly feeling a bit awkward.
Minho didn't make a big deal out of it. “It's been a hard few weeks for him. And you know how he is, he never tells us anything and keeps it bottled up. I don't know what set it off, but with the deadlines closing in three days and the haters getting more active lately, I guess it got too much. He broke down about an hour ago, and we don't know what to do,” he explained with the same sad and worried tone he greeted you with. You nodded, and Minho carefully opened the door.
Felix raised his head to the noise, and his eyes sparked up when he saw you. Though it wasn't the usual spark in his eyes, this time it was much more bittersweet. I'm glad you're here, and I'm sorry I can't help more. “Chris, Y/N is here,” Felix whispered in English, gently running his fingers through Chan's hair to make him acknowledge the information.
Watching the whole scene unfold in front of you, you could feel your heart breaking into a million pieces. The two boys were sitting on the bed, Chan cuddled up to Felix. At least he wasn't crying anymore, so that was already a step in a better direction. He still had his face buried in the younger one's chest, though. One of Felix's arms was steadily wrapped around Chan, while the other was now massaging his scalp. Chan looked so small and vulnerable, curled up into a ball like that. You had to fight every urge to run over there, pry him out of Felix's arms, and never let go again. But you knew you had to approach carefully.
Kneeling down next to the bed, you gently ran your hand around Chan's back, letting him know you're here. "Baby," you whispered. “Baby, it's me. Can you look at me, please?’ you said, getting up on the bed as well. Felix gave you a weak smile, and slowly, with so much care, he disentangled himself from Chan, who immediately latched onto you, grabbing you with a force you didn't think he was capable of right now. You didn't even notice Felix and Minho leaving the room; all your attention was focused on your boyfriend the moment you saw him.
“Want to tell me what happened?” you gently asked, hugging Chan tighter when he shook his head, mumbling something about wanting to just hold you for a while. You nodded with a sad smile. “Of course.” He'll tell you later, if he wants to. For now, you would just hold him, knowing that just your presence helped him. He said many times in the past that just being close to you always made him feel better. But now that saying has reached a completely new, heartbreaking level. You watched Chan get comfortable with a stinging pain in your chest. It hurt to see him like this, clinging to you like he's drowning and you're the only thing keeping him above the water.
For a while, you just stayed, intertwined with one another. For the whole time, your fingers gently brushed through Chan's soft curls because you knew it always helped to ground him. As the minutes passed, you felt how Chan's breathing slowly steadied, and he was coming out of his current state.
Feeling him move, you smiled and helped him into a more sitting position, but you still kept your firm hold on him. Reaching over for the bottles of water Minho brought in some time ago, you handed one to Chan. “Feeling better, baby?”
He took the bottle and opened it, bringing it to his lips. He set it back down and nodded in response to your question. “I'm sorry… Don't know what…” he mumbled. “The deadlines and comments... It was too much.”
“Shh, it's okay.” You began stroking his hair again. “They're wrong. Whatever they said to you, they're wrong.”
Chan looked at you. His eyes, always so sparkly and happy, were now heavy with sadness. “They said that I'm not a good leader. That I don't deserve to be an idol because I'm ugly with no talent,” he whispered.
You felt a burst of anger inside you. “Channie,” you said, more insistent this time. One of your hands came to rest on his jaw, your thumb gently caressing his cheek, while the other interlocked your fingers with his, holding his hand tightly. “They're wrong. You're a great leader. No one loves the boys more than you, and we both know you'll do anything for them. You take care of them, of me, of other artists in your company. You protect them when it's needed, and you help them grow and achieve their own success outside of the group. Are those the qualities of a bad leader?”
Chan shook his head slightly.
“Exactly. You are the best leader they could ever ask for.” You smiled at him, hoping to convey how much you loved and appreciated him with that one smile. And it might have worked. His face lit up a tiny bit. Blink and you would have missed it, but at this point in your relationship, you were so accustomed to Chan that you sometimes felt like you could read his mind.
“And I don't know who said that other thing, but they need their eyes checked,” you continued. “You are beautiful, Chan, inside and out. From your adorable curly hair..." You reached to kiss the top of his head. “Over your eyes, your nose, your entire face, to your lips.” After every feature, you placed a kiss on that spot, and your heart swelled with happiness when you heard soft giggles coming out of Chan at the fact that he was being showered with kisses all over his face. “And even if the haters don't think that, who cares? Their opinion doesn’t matter. Beauty is much more than looks. It's the personality as well. You have thousands of fans ready to tell you the same because it's true, but you need to believe it yourself. Please try, for me?”
You leaned in to press a final kiss on Chan's lips. When you pulled away, you noticed tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. “Oh god no,” you murmured. This was the last thing you wanted to happen. Just as you thought he was getting better, you made him cry again.
“Happy tears. It's happy tears,” Chan quickly said, noticing you getting into your head. “It's okay, you didn't do anything,” he assured you, a small smile creeping up on his face.
“I should be the one telling you that,” you chuckled, cupping his face in your hands and wiping the tears away.
“Can't have you steal all the spotlight, can I?"
That did get a full laugh out of you. A joke. That meant Chan was coming back. “I'm glad you're feeling better,” you said, your voice sweet and sincere.
“Thank you. For being here and... and helping. I promise I'll try for you,” Chan said, and you lit up at his words. It was going to be a long and difficult road, for sure, but this was already a huge step in the right direction. Then he yawned and snuggled up closer to you. You stroked his back a few times. It was understandable. He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. “I'll go tell the boys you're okay, and then I'll come back so we can sleep, okay?”
You got a murmured okay in response. Smiling, you gently laid Chan down on the bed and gave him a last kiss into his hair before walking towards the door. When you looked over your shoulder before exiting the room, he was curled to himself just like before, but this time his breathing was slow and steady, his face calm, as his body was finally ready to let go and relax.
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#moony's countdown to christmas#mctc#stray kids x reader#bang chan x reader#bang chan#angst#hurt/comfort#fluff
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Following the ask game, I'd love to here your thoughts for;
1, 14 and 25! 💕
hii dear anon!! okay, so...
( 01. favourite fic you wrote this year )
i have to say that it has to be chan's hot chocolate, from my i wanna be yours series, along with jisung's love of a lifetime. the first one because i love barista chan, and i really enjoyed writing some fluffy college au. the second one cause i'm obsessed with what may called "darkly whimsical fantasy" so expect that kind of content in the future kajhdkajsh
( 14. a fic you didn't expect to write )
probs love of a lifetime, because it wasn't on my wips and/or plans to write it, my moot cubbs tagged me on some thoughts about that han vcr for the dome tour. but also no mourners, no funerals. never in my life would i have thought on share my silly fic od six of crows re written as a minsung x oc series (plus binchanlix x oc side story). shout out to @skzms and @lyramundana for all the pirate au thoughts hehe
( 25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone to read )
WELL this is the stuff. i love giving feedback, and i already have a 5 star tag with my favs here if you want to take a look, but i'll share the ones i really really really love, yeah? (i'll divide the +18 and other ones, so you can read freely if you're a minor)
☆ fics for over 18 readers:
· on my mind (han jisung) by @staytheword (lit the first fic i read here and one of my top5 ones)
· wereroomies universe by @therhythmafterthesummer (i recommend you to read every single fic, it's just the best of the best you'll read on skz werewolf au)
· scene stealers by @cb97percent
· OFC SHARING IS CARING BY @skzms !!!!!! by minsung obsessed awakening akjsdhkjsdha (and her producer chris fic that made me go brrrr)
· my lovely @j-0ne25 red light's and levanter
· and literally all @subskz 's fics are amazing too
☆ fics for under 18 too
· @feelbokkie 's one last dance (careful with this one) and don't let me love you ーher smaus are the best.
· invisible thread by @astraystayyh (both part 1 and 2)
· my baby @starlostastronaut 's day 5 of her moony's countdown to christmas (which i highly recommend)
· paint you blue by @ksmins !!
i got carried away ajsdhakjsd i'm sorry!! hope that helps <33
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New Year's Eve Prank
Pairing: Sirius Black x reader
Word count: 2k
L/N: your last name
Fun fact?: This was originally planned to get posted on the 01/01 at 12:00am, then it became 31/12 at 10pm and then I switched it to 10am, and it ended up being 12pm... I couldn’t wait for it to come out!
A/N: Agkdlghkefgkkljfkjfj (this sums up the whole process, I’ve edited like a 10000 times, and I'm still not convinced, though) / The Marauders are such good characters to put on paper, but I still prefer the Weasley twins. Anyway, may this post bring you a happy, happier, happiest New Year!
Being in couple with one of the Marauders is quite difficult, but having the handsome, hilarious, and turbulent Sirius Black as a boyfriend can be exhausting! What if he decides to ruin New Year’s Eve countdown? Hopefully, he knows a good way to be forgotten.
“Did you see his face?” bursts a loud male voice from behind the corner. Its tone is very jovial, which says much about its owner's personality.
“Of course I did! I was sitting right in front of him,” answers the buoyant boy's friend. He’s taller than him, with a few scars spread across his face.
“D’you reckon he knows we did it?” asks the smallest one. He’s on the right side of the group, and he’s having a hard time to keep pace with the others.
“I don’t think so. We’ve never used pink sticky glitter before,” assures the fourth, pushing his glasses back on the top of his nose.
The boys chuckle.
The four Marauders, the worst troublemakers and best pranksters that Hogwarts has ever known, are on their way to the Great Hall, discussing about their latest joke.
They’re on their seventh year, but instead of fully focusing on their N.E.W.T.s, they prefer to give the school the best - or worst, it depends of the point of view - ten months it has ever had. Basically, they want to seal their educational years with a loud bang.
Of course, yesterday’s Christmas banquet could not have been left out of their record.
“I’ve never seen old Dumbdy looking so astonished,” says the dark-haired one.
“Mind you, with sparkles all over his beard, he didn’t look as solemn as usual,” adds the one with extremely messy hair. He has nothing to envy to his other friend: they’re both extremely good-looking.
“You had the best idea, Prongs. Offering him a Liquid Sticking Glitter Spell in a flask of one of your father’s beard lotions was brilliant. Not that difficult to figure out, but too simple to think about when you’re about to use it, ” reflects the most serious-looking of them. Many get confused by his looks of responsible young adult, but he is as mischievous as his friends.
“Yes, but still. He wasn’t so amused after all. Are you sure he doesn’t suspect us?” asks the plump boy with a worried look on his face.
“Oh, come on, Wormy. Don’t ruin the mood. Plus, he was too occupied by rubbing his beard to see us cackling madly.”
Sirius’ reprimand ends the conversation, but not for long.
As soon as the four young men step in the Great Hall, an angry voices rings in the room. “James Fleamont Potter! What have you done?”
As a rush of long, red hair, storms toward the group, several people at the nearby table giggle. Obviously, the rest of the Marauders shot them angry looks and they quickly get back to their porridge.
“How. Dare. You?” shouts Lily, so close to James that he is squinting to look at her. “I was talking about it with Y/N and…”
Your friend can’t finish her sentence as Sirius pushes her away to get to you. In two steps, he reaches you to leave a loud kiss on your lips, playing with your tongue for a few seconds. That is how you like to start a day.
“Anyway,” continues Lily. You were so absorbed by your boyfriend that you didn’t noticed her speech has been going on. “What you did was just stupid. It was not funny, it was-”
“Hilarious,” you conclude. She turns toward you, and a shadow of relief on her face proves that your suppositions were right: she is not really upset about her boyfriend’s behavior, she just wants to avoid him getting into more trouble. “Come on, Lily, let’s say it. Pink just suits Dumbledore perfectly.”
“By the way, you should be happy, we were reasonable. This time we didn’t prank Sniv-Severus,” remarks James
“So you aimed for the most powerful wizard of all times. Very reasonable, indeed,” you sigh.
The whole group laughs, and James kisses his girlfriend on the cheek. The peace is back, for now at least.
“What about that Hufflepuff boy from third year?”
“He’s too short, wouldn’t be noticed in the crowd.”
“So Helena, from Slytherin?”
“Are you crazy, Pads? Last time we pranked her we got body binded for the whole charms class! She said it was a mistake, still Flitwick couldn’t find a countercurse. We better leave her out of this.”
“We said we wouldn’t bother the first years, and we can’t target Ed and Maddy again, we’ve done them three days ago!”
“That’s the problem, Moony. We’ve pranked half the world, who’s left here in Hogwarts?”
“McGonagall!”
“We can’t do this to Minnie, Wormy.”
Just like you thought, the quiet couldn’t last long.
As the six of you walked to your favorite spot on the grounds, the tree next to the lake, Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter were already discussing about who their next victim would be.
“Why don’t you guys take a few days off,” you suggest.
“And leave everybody else a rest too,” adds your redheaded friend.
The four boys look at you as if you had just proposed to cut their hands off.
“We can’t,” says James.
“It’s a matter of principles,” agrees Remus.
“It’s funny,” pipes Peter.
“Everybody knows that a prank is the best way to end the year,” finishes Sirius.
You scowl at your boyfriend. How irritating he can be sometimes. “For you, maybe, but not for the poor person that will be bathed in pumpkin juice or whatever else you’re planning.”
Kissing your hand, that he was holding in his, he chuckles. “No risk that we’ll bath somebody in pumpkin juice, darling, I promise. That’s too simple-minded. We want something bigger for New Year’s Eve.”
You were about to fake hurt because he called you simple-minded when a bell rings in your head. “You won’t do it during the countdown, will you?” You frown, afraid that the answer may contrary you.
“And why not, sweetheart?” His raised eyebrow just makes your anger get worse.
“You’re- You’re supposed to… I don’t know… People just…” you mumble.
The silky black hair of your loved one dance in the air as he laughs. “You mean, I have to kiss you?”
“That’s the idea,” you agree. “So we can get a- a good start.”
Your boyfriend gets silent for a moment, which leaves you the opportunity to shoot a glance at Lily and James. They too have stopped talking. The girl is looking at her partner rather indignantly.
“Sirius Orion Black, if you prank anybody during the countdown, I swear that I’ll never want to hear about you again.” Your tone clearly demonstrate that you won’t accept to come in a second plane after a stupid joke.
“That goes for you too, James.” Lily doesn’t sound very friendly either.
Remus and Peter haven’t said a thing since the beginning of this conversation, and their facial expression translate their relief to be single. However, they’re used to supporting their friends, so they don’t last long before opening their mouth.
“Maybe there is no reason to be this categorical, you know,” points out Remus. “You can put up a bet.”
James’ girlfriend was visibly interested. “What kind of bet?”
“Well, let’s say that if your boyfriends don’t resist the urge to prank someone during the countdown they will owe you, well, we can say-”
“A ton of cookies!”
Peter’s idea is quite funny, but both Lily and you nod. If there is something that these guys hate more than boredom, it’s cooking.
“Seems fair, but what if we do resist-”
“Now don’t make me laugh, James. You guys never miss an occasion to make somebody else look like a fool.”
And after Lily’s honest and, you unfortunately have to recognize, accurate comment, the conversation switches to more frivolous topics.
“Ten!” That’s it. A new year is about to start. The whole lot of students that stayed at Hogwarts for the holidays are watching the sky apprehensively, waiting for the fireworks. Peter is among them, his chubby face lightened with happiness. Remus is among them, holding hands with a girl you’ve seen a few times in the corridors. James and Lily are among them, in each other's arms.
“Nine!” And what are you doing? You’re watching the happy crowd from a dark corner. Not so far, though, just a few feet away.
“Eight!” How did you get here? Easy, Sirius’ ultimate idea of a prank.
“Seven!” Couldn’t you say no? Of course, you could! But he just insisted so much, and he put on that puppy face. He’s such an idiot.
“Six!” Right now he is pointing his wand at something that’s floating toward the crowd. It looks like a gigantic soap bubble. He will make it pop so slug slime will splash on everyone.
“Five!” Now that you come to think about it, the plan feels a bit blurry. You’re not really sure it will work without harming anyone.
“Four!” Maybe you should stop this, you’re running out of time.
“Three!” You turn to warn your companion, but he squeezes your arm to reassure you.
“Two!” The voices become louder, if it is even possible, and you can barely hear the music in the background. This is not going to end good.
“One!” Your boyfriend is about to-. Why did he drop his wand?
“Happy New Year!”
Is the crowd still shouting? It’s impossible to know. Things fall in your hair - confetti? coils? probably both - and people pat your back, but you vaguely feel it all.
Sirius’ lips on yours make the rest of the world disappear. It’s just the two of you in your bubble, floating like on a cloud.
You are not sharing the usual sticky, wet kiss. This one is soft, delicate, tender. It almost feels like your boyfriend is trying to apologize for all the pranks you had to suffer, the admonitions and the warnings you had to give. It almost feels like a promise to always try to make you happy, to spend the rest of his life with you, to share your days and your nights.
But deep inside, you know that this kiss not about the past, nor about the future. These are not the tenses you are living in. It is not about yesterday or tomorrow. This kiss is about how much he loves you, and how well you complete him. It’s about now.
With your eyes closed and your fingers running through his always perfect hair, you try your best to say that yes, you feel the same way. You love him. He completes you.
After a few moments of this mute talk, when the bubble bursts and the loud cheering make its way back to your ears, you open your eyes to take in your first vision of this new year. Sirius is looking at you, smiling, saying with his gaze what he was saying with his lips some seconds ago. It couldn’t be better.
“So what about that, L/N? Is this start good enough for you?” he asks, tightening his grip on your waist.
“Yes, I guess it’s okay,” you answer in a playful tone. “But that’s not what I’m thinking about right now, Black.”
“Oh, really,” he whispers, still grinning. “Then what are you thinking about, darling?”
“I’m thinking about…” you pause, wanting to add as much suspense as you can to your words. “The huge amount of cookies that you’ll have to bake for me. You pranked me, you... you daring... piece of clown. I thought I wouldn’t get my kiss!”
His reaction comes as a roaring laugh. “ I just wanted you to think that we were going to ruin everybody’s countdown. But fine,” he says. “I’ve lost the bet. But I hope that you’ll help me. I’m not good at cooking.”
“Of course I’ll help you! I don’t want to eat carbonized biscuits for the rest of my life!”
There is more laughing, and you know that you’ve said the right thing. Sirius much prefers a well shot sarcastic comment rather than a long and dull declaration of love. After all, you’ve just said that you want to spend the rest of your life eating his cookies.
“I love you,” he breathes. “Happy new year, Y/N.”
“I love you too,” you murmur between two kisses. “Happy new year, Sirius.”
#marauders imagine#sirius black#marauders era#sirius x reader#sirius black imagine#sirius black fanfic#hp fanfic#wizarding world wait for me#happy new year#prank#***writingr
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Snow keeps on coming down [HOPPER X READER]
A/N: this was requested by @lucifer-in-leather . The general idea is that the roof of the reader has collapsed and then she gets to Hopper's place. And then there's a power outage... :)
I also added a prompt from @lillie-writes , so it is also part of my Christmas countdown (I still owe you guys an extra 2 of those, I know)
Prompt: 106. I may die if it gets any colder
Hopper had only just closed the door of Eleven's room when he hears an urgent knock on the door. He sighs upon noticing that the snow hasn't stopped coming down. Jim is already yearning for summer.
He pullls on the door so acutely -who the fuck disturbs him at this hour- but his expression changes the moment he sees it is you
"(Y/N)? Didn't your car break down?"
"Walked here. I may die if it gets any colder."
"Jesus fuck, why didn't you call me?"
Jim steps aside, he lets you in and you sigh when the warmth of his cabin envelops you.
"Come on, go to my room and undress. Y'know where your things are, change out of these before you get hypothermia."
"Hop, you're usually a tad smoother when you want to get me out of my clothes."
He rolls his eyes at you and nods his head in the direction of his bedroom door.
"Please (Y/N). I'll make you some tea 'kay?"
Just when he is done adding the hot water to your mug, the lights above his head flicker. You're out of his room within seconds and his panicked gaze meets yours. The light flickers again and suddenly the whole cabin is cloaked in darkness.
You both know that it is merely a power outage. But when he lights a candle, you recognise the flicker in his eyes. Jim had also considered the possibility that the Shadow Monster had returned, just like you had. You carefully reached up to stroke his cheek, he sighed so heavily that you thought he'd been holding his breath.
"You're okay Jim. We're okay."
He merely nods and kisses your forehead.
"Take your tea and let's get to bed 'kay?"
"Yes sir!"
"Merely trying to get you to warm up lovely."
Minutes later you're sat up against the headboard of Jim's bed, your two hands securely wrapped around your mug.
One of his arms is lazily draped over your shoulder, with his other hand he's holding a cigarette. The room is lit by merely a few candles, the shadows dance over the walls of the room.
"So, why didn't you call me (Y/N)?"
"Couldn't. When I got to my place half of my roof had collapsed due to the snow."
"Jesus! Lucky half of your belongings are strewn 'round here somewhere. Are you getting it repaired?"
"No Jim, I'll forever live with a hole in my roof. Of course I'm gonna get it fucking fixed.'
"You don't actually have to, do you?"
"Jim, you've met my landlord, yes?"
"Yeah okay, wrong choice of words. What I meant to say was, of course you'll have to get it repaired. But you don't have to actually go back there y'know? I mean-"
"You asking me to live with you & El chief?"
"Yeah, yeah... Guess I am, would you like that?"
He turns his head so he can locate the ashtray that is on his bedside table and puts out his cigarette here. You turn to place your mug next to the bed.
"No, I wouldn't like that."
"Shit (Y/N) I just I-"
You roll on your side and grab his face with both hands, the last thing you see before kissing him, is the confusion in his eyes.
"I wouldn't like that, Hop. I would love it."
He sighs and wraps his arms closely around you.
"You're the absolute worst."
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@jobean12-blog , @loverosetyler , @casownsmyass , @sleepylunarwolf @lucifer-in-leather @alexielwrites @rlupin-moony
#jim hopper reader insert#hopper x reader#chief hopper x reader#reader x jim hopper#jim hopper x reader#stranger things reader insert#masterlist
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Nightmare Before Christmas
Shout out to @petalstofish for BETAing and explaining Tumblr and @beks21 for telling me it didn’t totally suck.
Prompt for Jily October: It’s Halloween at Hogwarts but Lily’s already humming Christmas music on rounds and James wants to kill her.
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It is a fact universally acknowledged that come October, people can be divided into two factions.
Those who live for leaf piles, pumpkin patches and Halloween.
And those who turn the calendar to October 1 and begin the 84 day countdown to Christmas.
Now, James Potter always paid particular attention to Lily Evans. Somehow though, October had always been an exception to this rule. Because James Potter lived for the bliss of cooler weather, the beginning of quidditch and planning the annual Halloween prank. In the month of October, James had other things on his mind thankyouverymuch and couldn’t be bothered to know what kind of October person Lily Evans was.
He knew, of course that her eyes sparked the most in the winter. She practically glowed in January, especially on her birthday week. He knew she was melancholy in March, whimsical in April and that she would take any dare she was given and make you regret it in July.
Through no fault of his own, James had missed the inaugural pronouncement of “84 Days until Christmas” on October 1st in their first year due to an unfortunate accident with the giant squid; missed the distribution of “pre pre Christmas cookie taste test” on October 11th their second year (detention); the Christmas tree catastrophe of their third year (quidditch); the Christmas knitting party in fourth year (quidditch); the mistletoe mishap of fifth year (holding a leaf in your mouth for a month sucks); and he was unaware of the failed 84 day advent calendar of sixth year (the giant squid really needed to give a man a break).
So when James picked Lily up for rounds he was taken aback when he heard her singing “Good King Wenceslas” in their office.
“Lily… are you ready? It’s time for rounds!”
As she flung the door open James swore he smelled pine, gingerbread and plum.
She responded with too much enthusiasm for a Tuesday, “Oh yes sorry! Lost track of time. Tis the season, you know?”
“Right. Well shall we take the usual route?”
“Of course!” She said with a overly cheery laugh and off they went.
Rounds were the usual banter and discussion of quidditch, classes and gossip. Near the end of the second hour however, Lily began to hum. Now, Lily always started humming when they’d run out of typical conversation and normally James enjoyed it. She’d introduced him to at least five new bands in the few months they’d been dating. But tonight, tonight surprised him. He swore he must be having some sort of auditory hallucination. At first it was “Good King Wenceslas” which he figured could be a tune that had a variety of lyrics. By the time they got to astronomy tower though, James was positive Lily was humming “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.”
He racked his brain on how to approach this. They’d entered a tentative friendship at the beginning of sixth year and had fallen easily into something more than friends over the summer (a man can only stand being bested in Muggle poker for so long before he has to make a move). They hadn’t had a fight since they started dating and he didn’t want to start now.
“Hey Lils…what’s today?”
The humming stopped. “October 3rd- only..”
“28 days until Halloween I know”
“Right! I forgot! I was going to say only…”
But they were interrupted as was typical of rounds by an excited couple and the conversation was cut short. After losing rock-paper-scissors (14/25) James had to fill the appropriate paperwork, owl the heads of house and create the rounds schedule for the next two weeks.
He was halfway to the kitchens for a pick me up when he decided he needed to seek the advice of one Remus John Lupin.
The dorm was a mess as usual and he was unsurprised to find Remus studying, Sirius braiding his hair and Peter trying to beat himself in Wizard Chess.
“Ah ha!” Exclaimed Sirius “The prodigal Prongs returns”
“Did we have a meeting planned?” squeaked Peter as his knight destroyed his other knight.
“No, no. I just finished rounds.”
“And how were rounds?”
“Interesting”
Sirius twisted his expression, “Interesting, what did you and Evans catch Filch and McGonagall in the astronomy tower or something and felt the need to tell us all the gory details?”
“No! God No…I just….” He can’t quite define why he is so bothered by the events that transpired so he starts, “Well rounds were great as usual… but then Lily starting humming”
“alas-“ exclaimed Sirius “not the humming! Not the waxing poetic ‘Pads I swear it feels like home’ humming!”
“How shall you survive the humming?” Peter agreed dramatically, following Sirius’ playful jest.
“I never thought humming could be beautiful until rounds with Lily Evans.” Sirius mimicked James’ voice and James frown deepened.
Peter clasped his hands like he was praying and said through snorts of laughter, “And I just keep thinking I could hear that humming to our child as she puts them to sleep.”
“Oi! I never said the bit about rocking a kid to sleep”
“Yes you did” was the chorused reply
“Right, well normally I enjoy her humming. But tonight she bloody well went through every Christmas tune known to man.”
The response was not what James had expected. He had expected protesting, outrage at the blasphemy and Sirius dramatically storming toward the head suite to have one of his “chats with Evans”.
He did not expect Remus to simply pick his book back up, Peter to laugh and Sirius to say “Right. Well- you know how Evans gets”
“No I do not know “how she gets”. It’s October 3rd. We are nowhere near the reasonable time to begin singing Christmas songs”
Remus shrugged, “I’m with you mate, but for Lily that timeline is different. I mean the girl begins knitting Christmas jumpers in July”
“I think the worst was in third year when she tried to teach me how to knit”
“Honestly Wormtail it isn’t that hard to cast off. Evans did turn your monstrosity into a lovely scarf”
“I do love that scarf” Peter said wistfully.
“Personally I think her worst attempt was last years advent calendar” Remus added, unhelpfully.
Just as the conversation was about to spin totally out of control James countered “What. The. Bloody. Hell. Are. You. Lot. On. About. I know everything about Lily Evans. I would know- I would have to know if she was a - a- “
He couldn’t finish his sentence so Sirius finished it for him, “Pumpkin abusing, Halloween skipping, heinous pre Christmasophile?”
“YES! How could I miss such a glaring flaw?”
“Lilytober” they chorused again
“Stop speaking all at once!”
“Remus you tell him” Peter motioned pathetically to James.
Calmly, Remus set down his book and started “Lilytober is the great and time honored tradition where one James Potter does not mention Lily Evans for 31 days because he is manically preparing for quidditch, the annual pumpkin carving contest and the Halloween prank. In his absence, Lily Evans pushes her pre Christmas agenda on all of us but we do not mention it because it’s a fair trade to have 31 days of rant free bliss”
“We, of course, knew that this year would be different since you finally got Lily to agree to go out with you” Sirius said, “Lilytober- may it live in our hearts forever and ever”
Ignoring this James said “So, you mean to tell me….everyone…..everyone in Gryffindor tower knows that Lily Evans is an absolute Christmas nutter who ignores the sacred month of October and all that autumn holds except me?”
“All of Hogwarts knows Prongs”, Peter added unhelpfully.
James pressed his fingers to his temples, “I need a drink. Or 5. Or to reevaluate the kind of woman I fall for.”
How there always seemed to be a stockpile of Firewhiskey in the dorm, James would never know but he was appreciative of Sirius and his ability to keep a constant and much needed supply.
On the 5th shot James had an epiphany , “I’ll just convert her!”
On shot number 6 Sirius responded “Convert her to what? You’re talking crazy mate”
“No, no, listen. I converted Lily from borderline hating me to being my girlfriend. Making her see that October is for spooky things and not Christmas should be easy. I just have to show her all that October can offer. Pumpkin carving, setting off explosives, scaring first years. Come October 31st we will never remember Lily unnecessarily singing ‘Good King Wenceslas’ on October Third Again”
“Good luck with that mate” Sirius said into shot number 7.
The next morning dawned bright and early and although they had planned a lie in to deal with their hangovers they were awoken by the smell of coffee and someone singing
“Good Christian men rejoice
With heart and soul and voice!
Give ye heed to what we say
News! News!
Jesus Christ is born today!
Ox and ass before Him bow
And He is in the manger now
Christ is born today!
Christ is born today!”
Amidst the groans and complaints of “Fuck, Evans, it’s only Wednesday” James heard the love of his life respond “Wake up gents, I’ve got coffee and hangover potion and Minnie is already looking for you Sirius so you better get up and at them” before she kissed him on the head told him “see you in potions” and whisked out the door.
“How does Lily always know when we’ve been drinking?” Peter asked, pulling pumpkin pasty from nowhere and taking a large bite
“James never tells her goodnight on our drinking nights so she always prepares a ‘Hangover Cart’” replied Remus grabbing the sole cup of tea.
Sirius’ grey eyes looked at the hangover cure lovingly, “Moony, if I ever leave you for someone it will be that mad Christmas bird. We’d be dead without her”
James chucked his sock at Sirius playfully, “Oi! That’s my mad Christmas bird”
After a day of too many loud noises, bright lights and general discomfort, James decided that Operation Spooky Lily could wait until the weekend. He had much too much homework, his quidditch team was looking like rubbish and they didn’t even have a draft of the big Halloween prank. So it was on the way to Hogsmeade on October 7th that operation October went into effect.
As they walked down the path to the village James took Lily on a detour to Hagrid’s pumpkin patch.
“I thought we could skip Hogsmeade today and celebrate the beginning of October properly, by carving pumpkins and roasting seeds” James told her as he pulled her from the usual path.
“But James, I wanted to go to Madame Puddifoots and snuggle- we haven’t been to Hogsmeade since we became official” Lily whined, but with a twinkle in her eyes that made him retaliate with a slight pinch on her side.
“I don’t know why I started dating someone as sarcastic as my best mate.”
“Because your best mate was already dating your other best mate and Peter is just there as a cute accessory?” Lily guessed.
“I’ll have you know Peter brings a lot to our group dynamic.”
Lily just rolled her eyes, let go of his hand yelling “race you” before running to the pumpkin patch.
James Potter learned that afternoon that Lily Evans had never carved a pumpkin or eaten pumpkin seeds. After recovering from this shock, he promptly showed her “the proper way” to cut and gut her pumpkin (he was glad Sirius wasn’t around or there would’ve been a 4 hour debate). After two hours of carving, throwing slime on each other and catching roasted pumpkin seeds; they revealed their masterpieces to each other.
James had carved an elaborate black cat wearing a witches hat that looked suspiciously like McGonagall. Lily had carved a shape that looked suspiciously like Santa Clause.
“Lil- is that”
“Santa? You know him? I wasn’t sure if it was just a Muggle thing or-why are you looking at me like that? I know his beard is a little off but I think the hat is clear enough”
She looked so pleased with herself and worried about his approval, the rant bubbling up from his core died on his lips.
“It looks brilliant. Now let’s go drop them on some Slytherin’s heads”
After thoroughly checking off “pumpkin carving prank” on the Operation October checklist, James knocked out “haunted house” , “leaf piles”, “dying Mrs. Norris black” and “charming all the cauldrons into jack o lanterns” with Lily at his side in no less than two weeks.
Things were going so splendidly James often forgot there was an operation unless one of the boys asked. It was October, he was pretty sure he was in love and his Quidditch team had never looked better. Nothing could take James Potter down.
That was of course until the morning of October 21, the day of the Gryffindor/Slytherin match when his beautiful girlfriend came to breakfast, not in the agreed upon James Potter quidditch jumper she had worn to matches since February 6th year after an unfortunate accident at breakfast but a blinking twinkling jumper that had a red nosed deer embellished on it.
Taking a deep breath, counting to ten and trying to not curse James prompted “Lily, dearest…what are you wearing?”
“My October 21 jumper. It’s Rudolph the red nosed reindeer’s birthday and I wear it every year”
“Lily” James said through gritted teeth, “It’s a Quidditch day”
“You’ll survive one game without me wearing your ‘lucky jumper’”
“Rudolph will survive one year without you wearing a bloody Christmas jumper in October!!!”
Lily drew back, “James Potter I do not like your tone.”
This, for some reason was the last straw, “Look- if you’re not going to wear my jumper and insist upon wearing that blasphemy in October then don’t even come to the match, alright?”
“Fine” Lily said coolly, “but don’t expect me to show up to the post match party either”
And then she left. James watched her go.
Miraculously and despite his girlfriend’s absence and refusal to wear the proper attire- Gryffindor won. James was so thrilled (and trashed) he had completely forgotten why and what they had fought about until he asked Marlene “where’s Lily?” and Marlene started shouting about reindeer and birthdays and “if you can’t love October Lily you don’t deserve Summer Lily” and shouting until his head hurt.
His only response was “It’s bloody October and no reasonable person should even look at a Christmas jumper until November 1 and you can tell her that.”
The party died down soon after and James did not emerge from his room the next day. He was doing what any reasonable bloke in a fight with his girlfriend would do, hide and avoid.
This was going remarkably well. He only ate in the kitchens, arrived to all classes at the last possible second and left as soon as the bell rang. He even switched with Remus to do
Wednesday night rounds so he wouldn’t have to be alone with Lily that Friday. He was sure he could successfully avoid her until graduation even instead of Benji Fenwick waiting for him in the great hall, there in a hideous Christmas jumper stood one Lily Evans.
“I thought Remus had rounds” she said in her Best Head Girl voice.
“He did. We switched”
“If I was going to be stuck with one of your lot for rounds I wanted Remus”
“Your lot again, is it?”
“Let’s just do rounds I’m too tired to do this now.”
“Nice jumper.”
“Thanks. It’s my ‘two months till Christmas’ jumper”
Rounds had never been so awkward. Their interactions had never been so awkward. Total silence. So when Lily started humming James was almost relieved. That is until he realized what it was.
“Can you stop humming please?”
She did. Two minutes later however she started singing “Oh the weather outside is frightful”
“Lily”
“But the fire is so delightful”
“Evans”
“And since we’ve no place to go”
“Please.” he asked weakly.
“LET IT SNOW. LET IT SNOW. LET IT SNOW!”
“WOULD YOU BLOODY STOP. I don’t understand how the girl I’m dating could possibly sing that song on October 25.”
Lily crossed her arms and smirked, “The best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud to all to hear!”
“ITS OCTOBER.”
“it’s only -“
“I don’t care how many days it is till Christmas. I don’t care about your ruddy jumpers. I just care that Halloween is in a week and for no discernible reason you have decided that my favorite holiday should be besmirched with Santa and Rudolph!”
Lily tossed her red hair over one shoulder, “I just love Christmas. Christmas is my favorite”
“Christmas has enough! It has a whole church season! Halloween doesn’t have anything.”
Lily scoffed, “IT’S THE BIRTHDAY OF JESUS!”
Taking a step back, James said “maybe we should just- take a break until November”
“No,” Lily stated, “if we can’t even resolve this fight we should just end it. It was good while it lasted but maybe this is a sign.”
For the second time in less than a week, Lily left and James let her.
The next 7 days were transformative. It felt like 5th year again. Lily and James existing in separate bubbles. She was as good (if not better) than James at avoidance a fact he was more aware of because Sirius kept complaining of “that red-headed banshee trying to get out of our much needed ‘Chat with Evans’”
On Halloween morning, James couldn’t even be encouraged by their impending Best Prank Ever when the final nail in his coffin was delivered by Lily Evans flirting with Some Ravenclaw Bloke. Lily Evans who was a vision in some Christmas jumper that he was sure she called “her Halloween Christmas jumper”. Some Ravenclaw Bloke has just made her laugh and she was leaning over his shoulder to look at something. James realized he hadn’t looked at her in over a week and he had forgotten how lovely she was.
“That is it!” Sirius exclaimed.
Sirius threw down his bacon and stalked over to Lily, told Some Ravenclaw Bloke to “get bent” and dragged the redhead from the dining hall to what James was sure would be the most terrible “Chat with Evans” of all time.
As he started to imagine the lecture Lily was sure to get regarding Some Ravenclaw Bloke his thoughts were interrupted by Remus
“You know I hate to meddle Prongs but maybe you need to rethink this whole argument”
“It’s October Remus”
“I know but maybe this is Lily’s Thing.”
“Thing?”
“The Thing you have to accept and then maybe try and understand. Lily didn’t get quidditch and was against it until she became our friend. She doesn’t like that you broke the law to help with my furry little problem but she respects it. You’ve got Things that she accepts about you.”
“She never told me she had a problem with any of that.”
Remus stared at James pointedly, “Because she loves you, you idiot, and didn’t want you to feel guiltier than you do.”
James swallowed deeply, “I’ve fucked up.”
Returning to his crossword, Remus said “I’d dare say you have.”
“What do I do Remus?”
“A grand dramatic gesture should do the trick.”
“But when?”
“The post feast party tonight. I’d say the actual feast but Lily is taking Samuel’s shift for rounds.”
“Who the bloody hell is Samuel?”
“The Ravenclaw she was talking to- he’s a prefect and wants to enjoy the feast with his boyfriend. Honestly, I thought you were head boy?”
After the realization that Some Ravenclaw Bloke was alright, James and Remus started plotting. Peter joined them after divination and at their lunch break in the kitchens Sirius arrived looking grim but smug.
“How was the ‘Chat with Evans’” Remus asked
“Bird is bloody stubborn. I also told Some Ravenclaw Bloke to leave my mates girl alone”
“who?” Asked Peter the same time James said “she’s not my girl”
“Samuel” Remus responded and there was a firm “Yes she is” from Sirius
“She won’t be if we don’t get the fuck to work” mumbled James.
The feast was excellent, the Best Prank Ever went off without a hitch and got a standing ovation from all the houses and professors. The fireworks were successful and didn’t catch anyone on fire. In the Gryffindor Common Room the Halloween Costume Party was in full swing. The Grand Romantic Gesture was all set up but the lady to woo was nowhere to be found. James felt absolutely ridiculous in his costume but Remus assured him it was the right choice. He was ready to abandon all hope when he heard a “trick or treat” from behind him.
He turned around to see the sexiest pumpkin of all time. Lily was wearing green tights and a ridiculous pumpkin costume. She was perfect and all James could say was “Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas” through his pull on beard. With these words all the floating pumpkins began to sing
“We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
We wish you a Merry Christmas
And a Happy Halloween!”
“I’m sorry” they said together
then, “I love you”
Lily said with a laugh, “Happy Halloween, Potter”
“Happy Christmas, Lily”
And then they kissed.
Once James took off the beard.
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DAY 05 | MORE THAN THIS NOW
PAIRING: bang chan x reader
GENRE: fluff
WC: 1.17k
CW: nothing i think
PROMPT: accidentally saying they think the other one is pretty
i am terribly sorry for the delay, but tuesdays are the worst in terms of free time (but its almost 10:30pm here so i didnt technically fail lol). but we should be back to your regularly scheduled program for day6 ;)
my personal hc is chris being a confident flirt until it comes to his own crush. like he's a mess. so anyway, don't think too much about the storyline here, there really isn't one lol. i just wrote what came to mind to get it out for you. i hope you enjoy haha <3
title from crushcrushcrush - paramore
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Your eyes skimmed over the closet and ended up on the pile of clothes on Chan's bed. You had stayed at the dorm so often that the boys decided to keep some of your clothes there for emergencies such as this. It was your annual movie night, where you met up with the boys and their girlfriends (if they had them). The night went on as usual without a hitch, until it didn't. But to be fair, someone should have predicted Jeongin tripping over somebody's legs and spilling his drink all over you. They were apparently used to accidents like these because Chan immediately went to pick out a new shirt for you while Felix's girlfriend helped you clean yourself up. Chan came by the kitchen, telling you he left some clothes in his room so you could change in private.
Yet there you were, completely ignoring the carefully picked-out shirt in favour of Bang Chan’s closet. Looking at the black shirts, you felt as if they were calling you. What harm would it do to wear one of Chan's shirts, right? You have worn his jacket hundreds of times when you were cold. But this was something different. Wearing his shirt unprompted indicated that you were his. You ignored the excited fluttering of your heart as you picked out a shirt you knew Chan would recognize. So maybe you had a tiny crush on the singer. Damn you for indulging a bit, right? This was harmless fun, and if you were to be completely honest, you looked forward to seeing Chan's reaction.
When you came back to the living room, a few people turned around to stare at you. Changbin and Minho shared a knowing look before they went back to organizing the snacks. You didn’t miss the smirks on both of their faces. The rest too looked away again one by one, focusing on whatever activity they were doing. Well, everyone except Bang Chan. You felt his eyes follow you as you walked across the room to sit next to Jisung, who began filling you in on what movie they picked out while you were changing.
Chan was at a loss for words. He couldn't take his eyes off of you in his shirt. Of course, he recognized it. How could he not? Firstly, it wasn't the one he laid out for you, and secondly, you yourself bought him that shirt not so long ago. There was suddenly something different about you, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He couldn't help but wonder what even caused you to wear his shirt. Did you not like what he picked out for you? Did you lose some bet and the whole accident was scripted? Or did you just decide to be a tease for no reason?
The movie night resumed in the meantime, and when Chan finally tore his gaze away from you, he noticed the film was already playing. He tried his best to catch up on the plot and characters, but his efforts were severely undermined by the fact that he kept glancing in your direction. He usually managed fairly well in your presence, having mastered the sneaky looks and “No, I definitely don't have a crush, why would you say that?" But today was different somehow. And then it hit him. He liked seeing you in his clothes, acting so casual about it. It sparked a certain sense of possessiveness in him. To an outsider, it would look like you’re his partner.
Realizing staring was rude, Chan turned his attention back to the TV. It didn't stay that way for long, though, because every time he tried to focus on the movie, his eyes always found their way back to you. Your laugh, the way your eyes sparkled, and the slight blush that appeared on your cheeks after Jisung whispered something to you. It all captured his attention like never before.
“Chan? Are you okay?”
Your voice seemed to bring him back out of his trance, because he blinked a few times to snap out of his dazed state. “You're gorgeous,” he blurted out, catching his mouth in the following seconds. “I… I mean…” he stuttered, hiding his face in his hands, silently admitting defeat. He missed the way your cheeks went red and a smile appeared on your face. “Sorry.” Chan quickly stood up and ran out of the room, the embarrassment too high to manage.
You were left there, hopelessly looking in the direction in which Chan disappeared. “Go after him,” Felix and his girlfriend said in unison. They stood up, each taking one of your hands and pulling you up. “Go,” Felix urged you and pushed you in the direction of Chan's room.
“Alright, I'm going. I'm going.” You held your hands up in mock surrender, but you did go after Chan.
Without knocking, you entered and found Chan sitting on his bed. “What's wrong? Why did you run away?” you asked, sitting down next to him. He raised his head when he heard you.
“That was not how I wanted to say that,” he murmured.
“Say what?” you questioned, tilting your head to the side.
“That I think you're pretty? I don't know. I guess I imagined something more intimate than a room full of our nosy friends.” He chuckled at the irony. This situation was pretty close to his vision of an intimate situation. Shame it happened this way, he thought.
You stayed silent, confused by his words. This wasn't like him at all. Chan was a natural flirt; he said things like that all the time. It was just a word, so why was he making a big deal out of it? Sure, it couldn't have been because he might have felt something for you. Or could it? Now that you have thought about it, it would make sense. He seemed to always find you, even in a crowded room. He stayed by your side at every social gathering, keeping you company and then making sure you got home safe. He was always there when you needed something. You chalked it up to him being a good friend, but what if there was something else behind it? You voiced your theory.
Chan's bitter laugh rang through the room. “Was I that easy to read?" He tore his eyes away from you. “Look, can we just forget this? I don't want to ruin anything.”
You pretended to carefully weigh the option, but you decided the moment he confirmed having a crush on you. “We could do that,” you nodded. “But I have a better idea. What about we discuss it somewhere else, preferably on a date?” You winked at him, which sent Chan into another round of laughter, but this time a much happier one.
“Your flirting sucks, but you're hard to resist,” he smirked, all of his previous mood gone. He was back to the playful Chan you knew. “So when you're free?”
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DAY 16 | YOUR SWORD AND SHIELD
PAIRING: lee minho x reader
GENRE: spy au
WC: 1.14k
CW: blood and injury, reader is shot, brief crossfire (nothing is too graphic but its there)
PROMPT: "this is going to hurt like a bitch but i have to stitch up that wound"
soft minho hours! well, kinda lol (you'll see what i mean haha). he fits the spy au so much, i'm honestly happy i have one more spy au with him to do, because spy!minho is my new favourite thing. anyway, second post of the day, enjoy <3
title from meet me on the battlefield - svrcina
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"Fuck!” Minho yelled, ducking back behind the wall. He gripped his gun tighter, pressing as much of his body into the wall as he could. He looked to the side, where you were in a very similar position. He immediately noticed the grimace on your face. “Are you hurt?” he whispered, looking at your hand that was pressing on your other arm unusually strongly.
You swallowed a curse and shook your head. Minho shrugged and didn't question it further, deciding to check how many bullets he had left.
Once he turned his head away, you let out something between a sigh and a moan. Your arm was on fire, and Minho couldn't know. He would worry too much, and you wouldn't complete your mission. You had to just suck it up and not let him know you were injured. Which was easier said than done when there was a bullet in your upper arm, but you would manage. You had worse injuries. After making sure Minho was busy, you checked your bullets too, hoping you didn't smear too much blood over the gun.
Next to you, Minho stood up again, firing back at your opponents. You joined him, and after a successful hit that incapacitated two of their shooters, you saw a chance to run. And Minho did too. He looked around for any snipers, but it seemed nobody was there. “Let's go before they start again,” he said, grabbing your arm and dragging you away, retreating to an empty office building nearby. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to not cry out in pain because his hand wrapped around your arm exactly in the place where the bullet was. You couldn’t hold a pain hiss, but you convinced Minho that he just grabbed you too strongly. He loosened his grip but kept his hold on you. You knew he just wanted to make sure you were with him and that he hadn't lost you when you were running, but your anxiety worsened with every second. You prayed to everyone who would listen to not let him discover the wound.
Once you were inside, he let go of you, and you sighed in relief, both at the pressure being gone and at being safe. Or, as safe as an agent hiding from their enemies can be. Minho eventually turned on his flashlight as he led you further into the building to the basement. It wasn't accidental that he chose this specific building. One of the many tunnels had an entrance in the boiler room. You stayed close to Minho, covering him from behind, your uninjured hand ready to pull out your gun at any moment.
Inside the boiler room, Minho locked the door behind you, letting his guard down a little. He hid his flashlight and turned on the light in the room. And then he froze, looking at his hand. You looked over to see what happened, and your whole body tensed. On his palm, there was a smear of red. Minho turned his head toward you.
“They got you, didn't they?” he asked, phrasing it more as a statement than a question. You knew there was no point in denying it now, not when there was clear evidence all over his hands.
You nodded. “In the crossfire. I didn't duck fast enough,” you murmured. “But it's fine, it's not even bleeding that-”
“Sit.” Minho pointed to an iron table pushed next to the wall. The room was old and no longer in use, so the agents brought in several things, such as medical equipment, weapons, spare gear, and all other sorts of things, using it as storage for everything they might need when using the tunnels. You rolled your eyes; you were perfectly fine to make it back to the base, where you could get proper medical care. But you knew that arguing with Minho was pointless, so you hopped on the table, waiting for him to find what he needed.
As your center of gravity moved, though, your head spinned. Oh. Maybe the wound was worse than it seemed. Minho came back soon, setting a few bandages and a bottle of alcohol next to you. He carefully took off your jacket, exposing your arm. Blood was smeared everywhere, drying with sweat mixed into it. Out of the darker spot, fresh blood was coming out, but there was less of it than before. Minho took a good look at it, cursing under his breath. He was running high on adrenaline and worry, but he still touched you with the utmost gentleness, being very careful with your arm.
“I need to get that out,” he decided. “It will hurt like a bitch, but I can't have you bleeding out on the way back to the base.” You knew he was right, though you were pretty sure you wouldn't bleed out. Either way, more blood loss only meant more complications. Minho reached for the bottle of alcohol, pouring a bit of it on the surgical forceps he found in the medical supplies kept in here. “I'm sorry,” he said, and then, without a warning, he poured at least half of the bottle onto your arm. Unprepared, you cried out, immediately covering your mouth with your other hand. You were safely locked in here, but the other agents could be scouting the building, and you couldn't let them discover the tunnels. Biting on your fist to keep yourself from making any sounds, you let Minho carefully take out the bullet stuck in your arm. He was as gentle as he could, but it still hurt. Closing your eyes, you let him work, focusing on your breathing to keep yourself occupied.
“It's done,” Minho announced after a while, finishing wrapping a bandage around your arm. He wiped his hands on his trousers, then looked at you, cupping your cheek with his hand to swipe his thumb over the single tear falling down your cheek. You let your head fall forward on his shoulder. Minho let you stay like that for a moment, but then he helped you back down on your feet. You still had a long way to the base, and you weren’t safe here.
You found it sweet, the way he worried about you. It was sometimes dangerous out in the field because Minho would drop everything the moment you were in life-threatening danger, but it also made you stronger as a team because you knew you could trust him with your life.
He pressed a quick kiss on your temple. “You'll be okay. Let's get you back to the base where Seungmin can take care of you properly,” he said, placing one hand on the small of your back to support you, ready to catch you if you fell. Together, you made your way towards the entrance to the tunnels.
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MOONY'S COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS | masterlist
SUMMARY: a series of one shots posted each day in december
PAIRING: stray kids x reader
START: 1st december 2023
TAGLIST: closed
WC: 26k (individual word counts specified at each oneshot)
NOTES: each one shot will be more specified once posted, including genres, tw/cw, etc. also i will probably be refering to this as 'mctc' bcs the title is simply too long lol
my personal favourites - ☆
general masterlist here
DAY 1 | a complete mess
pairing: jisung x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 0.94k
prompt: "falling for your best friend. stupid, i know. i mean, who does that?" "i did"
DAY 2 | as lucky as us
pairing: felix x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 0.80k
prompt: matching bracelets
DAY 3 | a state of mind
pairing: chris x reader
genre: angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff
word count: 1.76k
prompt: you're beautiful - the rose
DAY 4 | in the dark
pairing: hyunjin x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 0.80k
prompt: "tell me a secret"
DAY 5 | more than this now ☆
pairing: chris x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 1.17k
prompt: accidentally saying they think the other one is pretty
DAY 6 | stories to be told ☆
pairing: jisung x reader
genre: bitersweet, ambiguous ending
word count: 1.14k
prompt: coming back after years apart
DAY 7 | but a troublemaker girl ☆
pairing: changbin x reader
genre: crack, fluff
word count: 0.77k
prompt: "your hand looks heavy, can i hold it for you?"
DAY 8 | got no regrets
pairing: changbin x reader
genre: fluff, crack
word count: 0.68k
prompt: stealing his clothes
DAY 9 | eyes on me ☆
pairing: felix x reader
genre: fluff, meet-cute
word count: 1.23k
prompt: "do you want to dance?"
DAY 10 | all we are ☆
pairing: seungmin x reader
genre: college au, rivals to lovers
word count: 1.70k
prompt: "i don't need your help" "are you sure? cause it sure does look like it"
DAY 11 | night we met ☆
pairing: minho x reader
genre: angst, non idol au, unrequited love
word count: 1.27k
prompt: realizing they fell for the other one too late
DAY 12 | be mine ☆
pairing: jeongin x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 1.18k
prompt: dandelions - ruth b
DAY 13 | november rain
pairing: changbin x reader
genre: hurt/comfort
word count: 0.98k
prompt: "you came?" "you called"
DAY 14 | the same heart
pairing: hyunjin x reader
genre: exes to lovers, slight angst, ambiguous ending
word count: 1.12k
prompt: "i can't keep kissing strangers pretending that they're you"
DAY 15 | future of happiness
pairing: jeongin x reader
genre: fluff, soulmate au
word count: 0.89k
prompt: soulmate marks (tattoos)
DAY 16 | your sword and shield ☆
pairing: minho x reader
genre: spy au
word count: 1.14k
prompt: "this is going to hurt like a bitch but i have to stitch up that wound"
DAY 17 | sober ☆
pairing: hyunjin x reader
genre: angst, songfic
word count: 1.48k
prompt: wish you were sober - conan gray
DAY 18 | in this world
pairing: felix x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 0.96k
prompt: cuddling session
DAY 19 | hold on
pairing: minho x reader
genre: spy au, slight angst with happy ending
word count: 1.09k
prompt: "if you die, i'll kill you"
DAY 20 | take a chance
pairing: jeongin x reader
genre: fantasy au, non idol au, fluff
word count: 1.02k
prompt: "normal is boring"
DAY 21 | zero gravity ☆
pairing: chris x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 1.19k
prompt: kissing under the moonlight
DAY 22 | picture frames
pairing: seungmin x reader
genre: non idol au, fluff
word count: 1.06k
prompt: he asks you to be his model
DAY 23 | hold both your hands
pairing: jisung x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 0.67k
prompt: "you are my new pillow"
DAY 24 | young forever ☆
pairing: seungmin x reader
genre: fluff
word count: 1.07k
prompt: snow fight
#moony's countdown to christmas#mctc masterlist#stray kids x reader#bang chan x reader#lee minho x reader#seo changbin x reader#hwang hyunjin x reader#han jisung x reader#lee felix x reader#kim seungmin x reader#yang jeongin x reader#advent calendar#mctc info#mctc
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DAY 02 | AS LUCKY AS US
PAIRING: lee felix x reader
GENRE: fluff, just pure fluff
WC: 0.80k
CW: none
PROMPT: matching bracelets
did i just describe making a bracelet in 800 words? yes, yes i did. honestly no real plot here, just a cute scene. hope you enjoy <3
title from where the lines overlap - paramore
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"Can you pass me the box with the white beads?" Felix asked as soon as he heard you walk into the room. He didn’t even bother to raise his head; he was too immersed in the project he was working on. The Australian was currently sitting in the middle of your living room, leaning back into the sofa for some support. You tried to convince him to sit somewhere more comfortable (anywhere besides the floor, really), but it was to no avail. Felix claimed things were more organized and easier for him to reach if he sat on the ground. And by things, he meant the mess of boxes and beads he managed to create in your living room during the hour and a half he was there.
In hindsight, you should have probably expected this, knowing Felix for years now. But then again, who would expect a worldwide-famous kpop idol to become so intrigued by the plastic beads you once bought for when your little niece was over? So there you were, watching Felix make what was his fifth bracelet and trying to figure out the colour scheme so it wouldn't collide with his comeback stage outfits. He had decided to make matching couple bracelets to wear at all times. The only problem was his current comeback period, which meant he had to be careful with choosing his jewelry if he wanted to convince the stylists to let him keep it for the stage. Fortunately for Felix, he managed to bribe one of the stylists to tell him the planned colour schemes for the next few stages.
As you picked up the box he wanted and passed it to him, you couldn’t help but smile. There was something so endearing about the way his eyes sparkled with excitement upon being handed the white beads. It was something so simple, but seeing Felix happy was all the reason needed for you to be happy as well.
“Move over.” You gently nudged his shoulder, and Felix detached himself from the sofa to make room for you. The second you made yourself comfortable, he was leaning back again, this time into your chest. Your arms automatically circled his waist and pulled him even closer, keeping a firm but gentle grip on him. Your chin found its resting place on Felix’s shoulder, and for a while, you just watched him work in silence.
When Felix had almost finished the bracelet, he held it up to look at the colours. “No… This isn't working. Something is wrong…” he mumbled to himself as he inspected the arrangement of beads. Even though you couldn't see his face from your position, you knew he had his “thinking face” on - lips pursed together and eyes focused only on the problem at hand.
“Maybe try the dark blue instead of the light?” you suggested. The light blue was softer and more blended in with the white, thus making it harder to spot on stage. However, pairing a light and a dark colour has always worked out well, and personally, you liked the contrast that such combinations created.
Felix hummed, thinking about your idea. He began taking apart the bracelet until there was a single white bead left on the string. Then he made you hand him another box so he could start putting together a new bracelet. You noticed the pattern he was creating was different; he used more white beads than on the last design. You guessed it was because the bracelet needed to be as unnoticable as possible in order to not get taken away by stylists.
For a while, you stayed in silence, accompanied only by Felix's quiet rendition of some Sam Smith song. You laid your head on his shoulder, simply enjoying being close to him like this. Not that you didn't get enough physical contact; in fact, both you and your boyfriend were more than willing to hug everything that breathed. It was usually Felix cuddling you, though, not the other way around. It felt nice to hold him in your arms for a change. It was like a reminder that this personification of sunshine and happiness was yours, and that made you feel all warm and content.
When Felix finished his bracelet, he excitedly showed you. “You were right, it looks much better." He smiled and turned his head to give you a quick thank-you kiss. He immediately began working on the second bracelet, slightly changing the pattern so it fits better with your style, but only so much to be clear that the bracelets are matching.
A few days later, you scrolled through your social media, seeing hundreds of STAYs making theories about Felix’s new accessory. With a certain sense of pride, your eyes fell to your wrist, where was a bracelet designed to match Felix’s.
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DAY 01 | A COMPLETE MESS
PAIRING: han jisung x reader
GENRE: fluff, maybe a bit of angst? not really tho
WC: 0.94k
CW: nothing i think, felix featured for like two seconds
PROMPT: "falling for their best friend. stupid, i know. i mean, who does that?" "i did"
the first story is here! i don't even know what happened here but this was born at one am, so that should be self explanatory lol. enjoy reading <3
title from complete mess - 5 seconds of summer
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“I got this,” you said to yourself, pacing in front of the boys’ dorm. Today was the day you decided to finally do it - to finally confess to Jisung. It had been too long, and the pining was getting more and more useless with every passing day. You knew he would never love you back; otherwise, the other boys would have said something by now. You knew you were in for a rejection, but you were tired of hopelessly longing. And it was better for everybody to let yourself be officially rejected and move on.
Your hand reached for the door handle. Your fingers brushed against the cold metal, and you gripped the handle, taking a deep breath. “Nope, I don't get this,” you decided in a split second, suddenly panicking. You let go of the door and turned around, fully intending to march down the hall back to Seungmin to tell him you failed and maybe to cry a little. Seungmin gave good hugs, so you would be okay.
Unfortunately for you, at that moment the apartment door opened and Felix appeared in the hallway. “Hi! Coming to see Jisung?” He greeted you in English, giving you the signature Felix sunshine smile.
You could but dumbly nod. “Yeah, that's what I'm here for. I need to talk to him,” you ended up saying. You probably sounded too serious, because Felix's smile fell for a moment. He composed himself soon enough, though, linking his arm with yours and not giving you the chance to ponder his reaction. He led you inside almost ceremoniously, just like a king would his queen. Felix released you once you stood in front of Jisung's door.
“Well, I'm off to see Channie-hyung. Be nice to Sungie, please. It was hard for him to do,” Felix said, squeezing your shoulder gently as a form of goodbye. Then he rushed off in the direction you came from, leaving you to stand there utterly confused.
What did Felix mean by “it was hard for him”? You haven't seen or heard from Jisung for the last two days. And as far as you knew, Stray Kids were on break before comeback season. And knowing Jisung, his plan on how to spend his breaks included exactly three activities: watching anime with Minho, hanging out with you, and occasionally working on some songs. And neither of those things has ever been "hard", so what the hell was Felix on about?
Lost in your thoughts and theories, you somehow missed that the little blonde gremlin knocked on the door. So you got properly startled when it opened with a click and Jisung's head peaked out. “What are you doing here?” he asked, genuinely surprised.
“Oh, is it a bad time?” you asked anxiously, even the last bits of confidence and determination to confess crumbling down. “I can come back different-”
“No!” Jisung all but yelled. “I mean, no, stay. I actually want to talk about something,” he said, after making sure none of his members were coming to scold him for yelling.
“Okay,” you smiled. “I wanted to talk to you too, so..." You left the sentence unfinished, letting Jisung take the lead. And he did. Jisung grabbed your arm and dragged you to his room without saying another word. Immediately after closing the door, he apologized, reasoning his behavior by not wanting the members who might be inside the dorm to know you're here.
“So, can I-” you both said at the same time. Your eyes met, and the laugh both of you let out was nothing short of awkward. This was it, you thought. I'm going to tell him.
“You go first,” you encouraged him as he averted his gaze. You weren’t sure if you would still have the confidence after letting him speak first, but you would manage. It was better to let Jisung talk first; otherwise, he might get too nervous to speak.
“Okay,” Jisung murmured. "I wanted to tell you, but I never found the courage to, until Felix bullied me into it this morning." He laughed, short and forcibly, to alleviate the heaviness of the situation. Jisung began pacing in front of his bed, not being brave enough to look you in the eyes. “So you know how I usually do a lot of stupid things? Well… I might have done the dumbest one yet. I kinda… accidentally... fell in love. With... with you, I mean. And it's super cliché, I know. I mean, falling for your best friend, who does that?” He chuckled, but it was very clear he's faking it.
You stood there completely in shock. Did you hear that right? He actually loved you back. Your heart did a little happy dance at his words. So that was what Felix meant. He thought Jisung had already confessed, and that was why you came to the dorm. Which was when you remembered you still needed to tell him. Jisung was beginning to ramble, and that was never a good sign. You quickly reached for his hands, stopping him from fidgeting. “Jisung. Jisung, it's okay. I did that too.” You whispered the last part, but your words were still loud and clear for him. Jisung slowly looked up, finding your eyes.
“I'm… I'm your best friend,” he said, so quietly that if it weren’t for your close proximity, you wouldn't have heard him. You smiled and nodded, confirming his suspicion. “Can I..." he asked. It was an invitation rather than a question, and despite leaving the statement open, you both knew what he meant.
“Yes,” you breathed out as his lips pressed to yours.
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DAY 23 | HOLD BOTH YOUR HANDS
PAIRING: han jisung x reader
GENRE: fluff
WC: 0.67k
CW: nothing
PROMPT: "you are my new pillow"
if you followed this series from the start, you might know the prompt was different. that's because i liked the idea i got for the original prompt so much, i wanted to turn it into an actual fics and not rushed story under 1k. this one is very short, but hopefully the fluffines will make up for it. enjoy reading <3
title from sweater weather - the neighbourhood
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“Jisung? Jisung, come on, you need to move,” you groaned, trying to push your boyfriend off of you. He had been laying on top of you ever since he came back from the studio, which was at least half an hour ago. He hadn't moved or fallen off despite you squirming under him, which was honestly admirable, so you let him. But now your bladder was starting to make itself known, so you restarted the attempts at pushing him away. “I'll be right back, I promise, Ji. I just need to use the bathroom, and then you can lay on me again,” you pleaded. Jisung seemed to consider your proposal, which almost made you smack him with a pillow. What was there to consider in such a request? Thankfully, he moved away soon, and you sprinted from the bed in the direction of the bathroom.
You came back to a pouty rapper on your bed. “You seriously won't survive for five minutes without me, will you?” you mocked him, but there was no malice in your tone, and Jisung knew. Your eyes were overflowing with fondness and affection for him, as they were every time you looked at the rapper. “You're so fucking whipped for him, always giving him the heart eyes,” Minho remarked one day before you and Jisung got together. “Shut up,” you whined then, but now you had to admit Minho was right after all. At least you weren’t alone in that pit, Jisung too had the disgustingly in-love expression whenever you were in the same room, as his members liked to point out to tease him.
You walked back to the bed, where Jisung patiently waited. “You threaded your fingers into his hair, gently massaging his scalp as he leaned into the touch and closed his eyes in contentment. You smiled and moved to kneel on the bed next to him. Your hand never stopped its ministrations, which turned out to be a rather difficult task as you tried to keep your balance climbing onto the bed, but somehow you managed. Resting your back against the wall behind your bed, you pulled Jisung into your lap. His head found its place in the place where your shoulder met your neck, and he sighed, completely relaxed. You circled your arms around his waist, keeping him in place. Not that he would ever try to run away, in fact, Jisung said on multiple occasions that you were his favourite pillow. You just liked to hold him, enjoying how small he felt in your embrace. With his eyes closed, his face buried in your neck, and his chest slowly rising and falling, he looked so much younger and more vulnerable than he was. A sense of possessiveness lit up in your chest, along with the need to protect him from everything.
You leaned down to place a few kisses in his hair. That action made Jisung smile, and you only held him tighter. Jisung sleepily suggested watching some anime, claiming to be too tired to do anything but still awake enough to not fall asleep. You agreed. Keeping one hand around his body, you, by some miracle, managed to place the laptop onto the bed before maneuvering both of you to lie on your sides. You wrapped around Jisung's back like a koala while he searched for a show to watch.
You barely got to the end of the first episode before you could hear his soft snoring. “Not tired my ass,” you scoffed. As if he heard you, Jisung made a disapproving sound in his sleep, and you rushed to stroke his hair comfortingly, muttering apologies in between placing kisses on his neck and shoulder, ushering him deeper into his sleep through the gentle touches. When you were sure he wasn't going to wake up, you moved the laptop away and settled more comfortably behind him. Reaching for a blanket, you covered both of you and closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep not long after.
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DAY 18 | IN THIS WORLD
PAIRING: lee felix x reader
GENRE: fluff
WC: 0.96k
CW: nothing
PROMPT: cuddling session
sleepy fluff with lixie coming your way! this is the last one for today bc i do need to actually sleep lol (tho its after midnight rn so first post of today technically?). this is just very soft and fluff, no real plot happening here. enjoy reading <3
title from as it was - harry styles
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When you came home from work, the only thing on your mind was going to bed. Your shift ran later than expected due to some problems that needed to be fixed, and by the time you were finally allowed to head home, you were completely exhausted. You went through routine tasks such as putting away your keys and hanging your coat almost blindly, not wanting to be bothered to turn on the lights. However, it wasn't really dark in the apartment, as you soon realized. And there was sound coming from the living room.
Carefully, you walked to the source of the light and noise, all your tiredness replaced by caution, because what if that was an intruder? Your anxiety was soon alleviated by the fact that the sound was from your TV. What burglar would watch a movie, right? As you peaked inside the living room, you saw someone you would never expect here at this hour.
Lee Felix was sprawled over your couch, a half-empty bowl of popcorn laying next to him, and on the TV was playing a rerun of some comedy show. You shook your head, suppressing a laugh. When you gave him the key, it was so he could come meet you when he had time, because dating an idol was a time management nightmare. But now it seemed Felix used it to run away from the dorm and help himself to whichever snacks and entertainment your apartment provided.
He must have heard you, because he raised his head and waved at you to greet you. It was pointless to hide halfway in the hallway, so you headed to him. Felix immediately scooted over, making room for you on the couch.
As soon as you sat down, his arms enveloped you in a hug, with Felix pressing his nose into your hair and inhaling the familiar scent. You felt the faint touches of his lips soon, as well as the exhaustion creeping its way back into your body. You let yourself melt further into his arms, your body going completely limp against his. He answered with a content hum and a stronger hold on you. Felix adjusted his position slightly, so you would be more comfortable laying down.
“What are you doing here anyway? Don't you have an early schedule tomorrow?” you asked sleepily. Almost immediately after relaxing in the hug, you wanted to sleep. Felix was just a very comfortable and warm pillow that made you feel secure and loved. And paired with how tired you felt, it was the perfect recipe for a quick journey to dreamland. But you didn't want to sleep yet, not with Felix here.
Lately, you haven't seen him much, given how busy his schedule was towards the end of the year. A few times you woke up to Felix lying in bed with you, only to have a rushed breakfast because you both needed to work. But now that he was here, none of you were unconscious, and you were determined to make the most of it.
“I do, but I missed you,” Felix said. His head found its place on your shoulder, and he was now lazily mouthing at a spot on your neck. There wasn't anything sexual behind it; he just liked feeling close to you. It was a way for Felix to show you how much he loved you. “I wanted to come see you. It's been so long since we had time for each other,” he confessed with a sad undertone in his voice. You didn’t say anything, but he knew you felt the same. You missed him too, but it didn't need to be said out loud. Felix knew.
You snuggled further into his chest. "Well, now you're here, and I'm not letting you go anywhere,” you decided. Your gaze fell on the TV. Much to your dismay, you had to untangle yourself from him in order to get the remote. Your action was met with a soft whine from Felix, soon replaced by a happy sigh as you settled yourself back into his arms, now in possession of the remote. You lazily switched through the channels until you found a half-decent movie to watch. It was the most passable compensation for the fact that you both should be in bed and sleeping. Staying on the couch and slowly dozing off when the movie became boring was just another way of resting together, you thought.
When you woke up in the morning, it was to Felix's alarm that was blasting through the apartment at a volume that, in your opinion, not even an emergency siren would. Startled and confused, you opened your eyes to find yourself in the living room, with a certain idol wrapped around like a koala. How you managed not to fall off the couch while you slept was beyond your understanding. Some higher being probably decided to take mercy on you.
“Lix, baby, wake up.” You gently nudged him, but all you got was a groan in response and Felix pressing himself even closer to you. With a laugh, you tried again, and eventually you managed to get him awake enough to function like a normal human being.
While you were in the kitchen preparing breakfast a few minutes later, Felix came to join you, already changed into new clothes and ready for the day. He hugged you from behind, just like last night, still not quite ready to give up the peaceful atmosphere. With a smile on your face, you let Felix hang off of you as you prepared the food. These stolen moments were all you had for now, but a break in his schedule was coming, which meant moments like these were only going to get more frequent.
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DAY 24 | YOUNG FOREVER
PAIRING: kim seungmin x reader
GENRE: fluff
WC: 1.07k
CW: the snow fight gets kinda violent, but it's a part of the game
PROMPT: snow battle
this is the last one!! we finally, finally made it to the end of mctc! woo! a little late, but i still have two hours before midnight so i'm finishing this still in 2023. i had so much writing this, so i hope you enjoy reading <3
title from alone together - fall out boy
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“Oh, you’re a dead man, Seungmin,” Jisung whistled as the whole group watched the carefully put-together snowball fly across the field and right into the left side of your face. The hit was so strong that it made you take a few steps back. You wiped the rest of the snow off your cheek. It burned a little, and you were sure you were going to end up with a red mark. Glaring at Seungmin, you angrily wiped your hands on your pants and crouched down. With passion that could equal a bull that just saw a red flag, you began pushing the snow around you, compiling your own snowball with the intention of making it much bigger and firmer than Seungmin's.
Felix and Chan, who were on their way to make sure you were okay, immediately back away at the sight of the quickly forming snowball. As did the rest of the members. The whole group retreated into safety, with Hyunjin attempting to hide behind Changbin. At any other moment, that would be amusing, but now the dancer looked genuinely scared. He didn’t need to, though, because all your rage was directed towards a certain puppy-like singer.
To give credit where it's due, Seungmin realized his mistake fairly soon, shouting a quick “Sorry!” but to no avail. You had already gathered your snowball, and it would be sad to see it go to waste. When Seungmin saw you marching towards him, snowball in hand, he tried to run away. He didn’t get far because Minho suddenly emerged from the side, wrapping his strong arms around the singer. He kept Seungmin's hands locked to his sides, holding him hostage as he tried to break free. But Minho was too strong for him, so Seungmin had no choice but to await his fate. As you got closer, Minho ducked behind him to avoid the snow.
With a ruthless look on your face, you shoved the snow inside Seungmin's jacket. At that moment, Minho let go and ran back to hide behind Chan, peeking from behind his shoulder as Seungmin squirmed.
“It's on, darling,” Seungmin muttered when he managed to get out as much snow as he could from inside his clothes. He watched you carefully, waiting for a moment when you let your guard down. Feeling victorious, you turned away from him, intending to high-five Jisung and Jeongin, who were laughing at Seungmin's misery. And that was your fatal mistake. At that moment, Seungmin charged forward, launching himself onto you, and you both fell into the snow. You rolled around for a bit before Seungmin managed to pin you under him, sitting on your hips, smirking victoriously. Seungmin reached next to your head, grabbing a handful of snow and raising his hand to show you exactly what was awaiting you.
The members stayed aside, watching you intently. Even Chan, who was usually the first one to stop these kinds of activities, let you have your "fun," as you would call it. However, as soon as the air pierced a shriek because the snow somehow made it inside someone's pants, he had enough. Chan began walking towards you, intending to break the fight. “Okay, that's maybe-”
“Just let the kids play, Channie.” Minho placed a hand on the leader's shoulder, clearly amused by the way you managed to switch your positions, now sitting on top of Seungmin. “Young love, how beautiful,” he sighed, placing his other hand over his heart, pretending to be touched by the rather violent fight breaking out in front of them as you and Seungmin were back to rolling around, shoving snow into your faces, behind each other's clothes, anywhere you could reach.
It was quite an interesting relationship that you and Seungmin had. It was a constant push-and-pull, with both of you being very competitive, so it wasn't uncommon to see you playfully fighting with each other even before you started dating. Because it was all just a game, no matter how violent it got. In Chan's eyes, it only worsened after you and Seungmin became official. Nowadays, there were absolutely no limits to what you could do. Of course, you knew each other's limits and when to stop. You and Seungmin placed absolute trust in each other, secure in the knowledge that neither of you would ever do something to seriously hurt the other.
You knew that after the fight, Seungmin would help you dry your clothes, wrap you up in a blanket, and make you a hot cup of tea to warm up. He would sit next to you, snuggle into your side, watch some shitty drama with you, and spend the whole time making snarky remarks about the plot.
Now, though, it was all out. It was a fight to the death, and you were determined to be the last one standing. However, Seungmin was set on the same. And so the members watched in part horror, part amusement, and part fascination, anxiously anticipating the outcome. It never came because Chan became fed up with your antics, and with Changbin’s help, he broke up the fight. He took one look at your drenched clothes before sending you back to the dorm to dry and warm up. With a disappointed look on his face, he watched you slowly leave the park, holding hands and giggling.
True to your prediction, as soon as you crossed the threshold of the dorm, Seungmin helped you take your clothes off, throwing them on the ground with his jacket. He went to his room and brought back loose shorts and a hoodie, handing them to you and sending you off to the shower, saying he would take care of the clothes. You smiled and thanked him, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss to his lips.
Later, he came to join you under the hot water, helping you wash your hair. Even when you were done, he stayed with you in the stall, partly because he wanted to enjoy the moment a while longer and partly to piss off Minho by using up the hot water. You smiled, pure happiness radiating from your face as he hugged you, peppering kisses onto your wet skin and muttering apologies for the snow, even though you weren’t really mad. Because no matter how far your games went, it was these small, gentle moments that truly defined your relationship.
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DAY 12 | BE MINE
PAIRING: yang jeongin x reader
GENRE: fluff, non idol au
WC: 1.18k
CW: nothing
PROMPT: dandelions - ruth b
its finally here, a load of innie fluff. the ending kinda sucks bc me and dialogue arent really friends, but i did my best. innie being a mess around crushes is just so cute imo. anyway, i hope you enjoy <3
title from dandelions - ruth b
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Yang Jeongin was never the one to be open with his feelings. He wasn't like Chan, who flirted his way through to everybody. Not like Minho, who was always straightforward with his crushes, telling them how he felt with confidence. He wasn't like Felix, who made people fall in love just with his smile. And he wasn't like Hyunjin, who turned into a complete mess whenever he found himself in close proximity to his crushes. Still, he somehow charmed them into dating him. No, Jeongin was nothing like them. He preferred to stay in the shadows and admire his crush from afar.
And this time around, it was no different. When Jeongin realized he thought of you differently than everyone else, he simply stopped at that. He didn’t make a move or tell anyone. He was content to just make up silly scenarios with you in his head before he went to sleep. To think of you as a dream, an unreachable desire. Just like he did with all of his crushes, until they eventually passed and he moved on.
But despite his best efforts, something changed this time. Maybe it was because, unlike his previous crushes, you two were already friends. But one thing was for sure: You weren’t an ordinary crush. You were something that ran much deeper.
When Jeongin pictured your smile, it made him feel something. He felt the urge to smile whenever you looked at him. The way you said his name sent butterflies into his stomach. When he was in your presence, he felt so free and happy. You were it for him, he realized one night, when he was hopelessly dreaming about you again. Jeongin didn't believe in soulmates, but if he did, he was sure you would be his.
Yet he didn't do anything. He stayed close to you. He accepted your hugs with much less resistance. He made the effort to hang out more often. But he kept silent, loving you from the safety of his bedroom, not letting the world know.
Until he couldn't anymore. So he did what everyone would do. He went to Felix, the resident romantic in your group.
Which is why, two months later, you found yourself with yet another letter. You didn’t know how it began or who was behind it, but at the beginning of every week, you found a letter at your door. They weren’t long, usually just cute little notes about you. Your secret admirer would tell you compliments phrased like lines out of a poetry book. They congratulated you on your achievements and gave you reminders of how well you were doing when something didn't work out the way you wanted. It should be creepy, the way this stranger seemed to know everything about you, every little detail from your personal life as well. They even knew where you lived. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Somehow, your heart knew that the admirer was harmless. They would never abuse their knowledge of you. Seungmin thought you should be checked by a psychiatrist, but nobody paid attention to his comments. “He's just jealous because nobody sends him letters,” Felix once said, exchanging a knowing look with Jeongin. Seungmin rolled his eyes at that, looking strangely smug, as if he had just uncovered a mystery. Either way, his remarks on that topic stopped after that.
It didn't change the fact that you still didn't know who gave you the letters. They never left a name, only a drawing of a dandelion. At first, you thought it was a prank, so made all your friends draw you a dandelion, but none of it matched. Another time you tried to stay up and spy on whoever would come in the night to give you a new letter. Four times, you stayed with Felix, who generously volunteered to help you. Sometimes you thought he was more interested in uncovering your secret admirer than you, with how eagerly he helped with finding clues. But despite your joined forces, they always slipped right through your fingers. Only once did you catch sight of a black hoodie running away, but that didn't help in the slightest. It could have been anybody.
Until today. Even before you received the letter, you could sense something was about to change. And you were correct. For starters, today's letter was accompanied by a real dandelion, as they just started to grow. And not only that. Besides the usual notes, there was a request.
I think I'm finally ready to tell you who I am. If you wish to find out, follow the dandelion trail. I'll be waiting.
Confused, you stepped out into the street. And there was, in fact, a dandelion trail. Flowers were taped to walls and streetlights, showing you the way to your admirer. Ignoring the way your heart giddily fluttered at the thought of uncovering the person, you quickly grabbed the necessities and set out on a hunt. It was kind of like some cliché romantic comedy, but you had to admit it was kind of cute. The flowers led you to a nearby park. After a bit of searching, you found a figure clad in the same black hoodie you saw that one night. They stood with their backs to you.
“Hi,” a soft voice said. How the hell did they know you were here? There was no time for questions because the strange voice spoke again. “I've liked you for quite a while, but I never found the courage to tell you. Until now.”
With a hitch of your breath, you realized you knew that voice. The gentle way he spoke, the slight accent, the unique tone. But that couldn’t have been...
Suddenly the hood dropped down, and you saw a very familiar hair colour. The stranger slowly turned around, holding a dandelion crown in his hands and a stupidly adorable smile on his face.
“Jeongin,” you breathed out.
He smiled, pink dusting his cheeks and ears. “I know it was cliché, but I needed to build up the courage,” he confessed with a sheepish smile. He extended his arms towards you, offering you the crown. “What do you say? Be mine?”
For a moment, you stood there silent, completely taken aback. Where was all his confidence coming from? A part of your brain was still coming to terms that your admirer was Jeongin, leaving no room to process that Jeongin, whom you yourself had a small crush on, was the secret admirer who also managed to become your crush.
“Sorry, this is all sort of overwhelming. I think I need a minute,” you admitted. Jeongin's shoulders slumped. Before he could run away like you knew he would, you stopped him. “But I like you too. That I don't need to think about.”
Watching his face light up was the most beautiful thing you ever saw. Laughing at the romantic silliness of the whole scene and because you were just genuinely happy, you let Jeongin put the flower crown on your head.
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DAY 10 | ALL WE ARE
PAIRING: kim seungmin x reader
GENRE: college au (not mentioned), rivals (more like annoyances) to lovers
WC: 1.70k
CW: reader finds seungmin annoying, dancer!reader, photographer!seungmin
PROMPT: "i don't need your help" "are you sure? cause it sure looks like it"
marking 22:16 and completing another day haha. somehow the biases get the long oneshots (*cough* day 3 *cough*) but i genuinely had so much fun writing this (while procrastinating learning bio lmao). anyway, i think i can see this having a part two, so maybe in the future... hope you enjoy <3
title from border - years & years
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You threw your bag on the floor, not really caring where it was going to land. You rolled up your sleeves and made sure your hair was out of your face before you walked towards one of the barres in the dance studio. You and the dance team were going to take some promo photos for your Instagram, so naturally, as the captain, you offered to come early and set everything up. Hyunjin and Felix, two of your teammates, were supposed to arrive soon to help you move everything, but you decided you could start on your own.
You prepared the background and removed all unnecessary objects that would get in the way and pose as a distraction in the photos. Then you took out your own decorations and began carefully placing them around the scene to create the illusion of a frequently used place. You were sure the photographer would move at least a half of them because he was an annoying perfectionistic dick, but you needed to keep yourself busy somehow. It was better than just idly sitting and waiting for one of the guys to show up to help you move the heavy stuff.
But now everything you could do was prepared, and Hyunjin and Felix were still nowhere in sight. You were sitting on the spot of the photographer, trying to see if anything could be altered to look better or be pushed out of the way before the equipment was moved to its correct place. As you began to feel frustrated with the two dancers, you got up and walked over to your bag, digging through it to find your phone. A new message awaited you.
Hyunjin
got lost buying coffee. me & lix will be there in 20!!
Me
hurry up!!
Shaking your head, you pocketed your phone. Trust Hyunjin to get lost at the most inconvenient times. You would bet anything that that wasn't even the real reason; Hyunjin could find the way to the studio blindfolded, given how much time he spent here. The more plausible reason was that the two dumbasses simply forgot, and Hyunjin was trying to cover their asses.
Well, the reason wasn't important. More importantly, the photographer would be here soon to set up his equipment, and the barres still needed to be moved. “How heavy can it be, right?” you murmured to yourself and wrapped your hands around one end of the barre. You managed to lift it up just fine, but the other end was still on the ground due to the barre's length. You tried to drag it across the floor, and to your surprise, it moved, but once you heard the ugly screech the floor made, you dropped the bar with a thud. It was not worth damaging the floor.
“Do you want help?” someone said as they walked through the door. A relief washed over you, thinking it was Hyunjin at first, but then you realized the voice and tone didn't match. As you turned around, the relief quickly turned to annoyance because the photographer had arrived.
Kim Seungmin, also known as the pain in your ass. He had been working with you for close to two years now. You weren’t sure how he even got the job in the first place, but you assumed it was Felix's doing since the two were friends. But Seungmin was good, so you kept him around. Much to your dismay, it was always Seungmin's photos and videos that went viral on social media. As a photographer, he was simply amazing, but as a person, not so much, despite everything Felix tried to convince you otherwise. Seungmin was always brutally honest, always had some witty remarks, and wasn't afraid to speak his mind. He would make jokes about anyone and anything. You weren’t an exception to his humor. When he committed to a vision, no one could tell him anything. His attitude made you lose your mind at times. He was an organized rule-follower, but at the same time so carefree, energetic, and just himself. You had to admire that about him. He didn’t care about anything, which was something you secretly envied. You were always too quick to crumble under the judgment of other people, another reason why his jokes affected you so much.
“I'm fine,” you spat out, turning your back to him again. “You can set up over there.” You pointed towards the empty spot close to the window, chosen carefully for natural light. You heard Seungmin scoff, but he did go set down his camera and other things he had brought. You heard footsteps, and then his face was back in your field of vision.
He got rid of his jacket, standing there in a simple t-shirt. He was never the one to dress up, preferring casual clothing, but he had this personal style that looked good on him. You had seen him dressed formally at events, but you liked this Seungmin much more. He looked more relaxed, more like himself. It was this soft style that enhanced his natural beauty the most. That was another thing you would never say to him. So what? You were allowed to think he's pretty while also thinking he's annoying, were you not?
Seungmin grabbed the other end of the barre. “Come on, on three.” He counted it, and together you lifted it up and carried it where it needed to be. You repeated the process with the other barre as well. What surprised you was that for the whole time, Seungmin hadn't uttered any wannabe funny jokes. That was unusual for him. But you could come back to that later. The costumes still needed to be brought in. You went to the hall to find the storage. As you entered the cramped room just down the hall, you spotted the box you needed right on the top shelf. “Perfect,” you muttered under your breath and stood on your toes, trying to reach the box. You managed to somehow wiggle it closer to the edge, and you were praying it wouldn't fall on your head.
Suddenly, you were pushed out of the way. “Wait, let me,” Seungmin said, effortlessly taking the box down. “Anything else?” Stunned, you wordlessly pointed to a smaller box, funnily enough also on top. With his height, Seungmin had no trouble reaching that one either. He placed the box on top of the first one, and before you could say anything, he carried both boxes back outside to where you were going to do the shoot, leaving you alone in the storage closet. You locked it up quickly, and you ran after him. You caught up to him just as he was setting the boxes down in the corner.
“Why are you suddenly nice to me?” you asked, leaning on the door frame. You were confused. Normally, Seungmin would take the piss out of you for your poor planning. But so far, he has been nothing but helpful and kind. “Are you feeling sick?” you added after a few seconds, feeling brave.
“What do you mean?”
You shrugged. “I don't know. Usually, you'd make fun of me. Tell some stupid joke.” You watched carefully his reaction. His body tensed up but then relaxed again. There's something defeated about his attitude now.
Seungmin ran a hand through his bangs. "The truth is, I was trying to get your attention. Clearly, that didn't work,” he mumbled, all of his usual confidence and ease gone.
Oh.
“Well, I'm not surprised,” you scoffed. “If that was your idea of flirting, it sucked.”
Seungmin laughed bitterly. “Yeah, Felix told me that much. Which is why I'm trying a new approach.” He looked up, and you found his eyes bright and sparkling with energy, despite his mood right now. He looked like a puppy, which was so adorable that it was unfair.
Double oh.
Kim Seungmin was trying to flirt with you? In what alternate universe have you found yourself? Never in a million years would you think that was what all his teasing meant, but apparently this was the reality. With horror, you realized you weren’t opposed to the idea. No, you were intrigued. This sudden change in his behavior, what he was telling you now... Looking back at your recent encounters, you realized he was, in fact, nicer than he used to be, but those were still a far cry from today. He still teased you at any given chance. And deep down, you knew that Seungmin was a kind man, but to help you without saying a word like he did just now must have meant something. Maybe what he was saying was really true.
Feeling genuinely curious as well as enjoying the feeling of finally having the upper hand and finally being able to tease him for a change, you voiced your next question. “Why? You like me or something?” You cocked an eyebrow, a smile playing on your lips. You peeled yourself away from the door frame and slowly walked closer to the photographer.
Seungmin seemed to go through all stages of panic in about three seconds. Subconsciously, he began playing with the rings he was wearing as a form of grounding. It was a rare sight to see Seungmin, always so calm and collected, fidgeting and feeling nervous. As evil as it might have sounded, a part of you enjoyed seeing him like this, being put down from the pedestal of confidence he himself built. It made him more like you, more human.
But before Seungmin could answer anything besides a stuttered "I", the door flew open. You had never in your life wanted to smack Hwang Hyunjin more than right now. He barged in, holding a half-empty cup of iced Americano and apologizing loudly. Felix trailed behind him like a lost kitten.
“We're so coming back to this conversation after the shoot,” you said in a hushed voice towards Seungmin, who just dumbly nodded and retreated back to his equipment while you went to scold Hyunjin (and Felix, but you could never be truly mad at him). As you made your way towards the two boys, you didn't notice the proud and amused smirk on Seungmin's face.
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DAY 08 | GOT NO REGRETS
PAIRING: seo changbin x reader
GENRE: fluff, crack
WC: 0.68k
CW: teri trying to be funny again
PROMPT: stealing his clothes
i think this is the shortest one yet, but i literally had zero ideas. also i wrote it with reader being the same as in the last oneshot, because it seemed funnier that way. like at some point they started dating and this is how it looks like lol. anyway i hope you enjoy <3
title from i ain't worried - one republic
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"Yah, have you seen my gym hoodie?” Changbin's voice rang through the rooms as he shouted from your bedroom. You were all the way across the apartment in the kitchen, busy with making coffee. “No!” you yelled back and placed one of the cups you made on the counter. You knew Changbin would appreciate it when he came by the kitchen to get some kind of breakfast before going to the gym.
You headed to the living room with the other cup in your hands, enjoying the warmth emanating from it. It was an early winter morning, which meant that the apartment was still a bit cold and it would take some time to heat up. But Changbin wanted to go to the gym early, and despite his best efforts, he still woke you up. Upon having decided it's not worth going to sleep for the extra hour before you have to get ready for work, you got up and began helping him get ready for the gym. That meant only making the coffee, because Changbin was a big boy who could get ready on his own.
Carefully, as to not spill even a drop of your precious coffee, you sat down on the couch and tucked your legs underneath you. While warming your hands on the cup of coffee and also waiting for it to be a drinkable temperature, you watched the chaos of Changbin getting ready with a smirk on your face.
There was an open bag on the floor with about half of his gym stuff in it, and the rest was scattered everywhere in the line of sight. Changbin suddenly emerged from the bathroom, dressed in matching black sweatpants and a tank top. As he walked past you, your eyes followed him. You were never one to pass up an opportunity to ogle at his arms, not feeling even a slight bit of shame.
Just as he was about to disappear into another room, Changbin abruptly stopped, walked a few steps back, and looked at you. He raised his eyebrow, and his eyes went over your whole figure, which was drowning in a dark blue hoodie. You gave him your best innocent smile. “What? It's warm and comfortable,” you shrugged and took a sip of your coffee.
Changbin sighed. “But I need it for the gym,” he said, standing in front of you with his hands crossed over his chest. He tried giving you the “I'm the boss here” look, but all it did was make you laugh so much that you almost spilled the coffee all over yourself.
“I'm sorry, Binnie, but I can't take you seriously when you look like that,” you said in between giggles. You saw the intention behind his attitude; nonetheless, he looked more like an angry Pomeranian puppy. Just so adorable. You laughing only made him angrier, but you could see he was fighting for his life to keep the facade up a little longer. He once told you that your laugh makes him laugh too. And you would never miss a chance to make him laugh. And if the bonus was also making fun of him... It was all out of love, of course. He teased you just as much.
“Seems like you'll need to take a different one.” You said it as if it were already decided.
“Or you could get up and wear something else,” Changbin countered. "Preferably from your own closet."
You winked at him. “Don't pretend you don't love seeing me in your clothes, Binnie.”
Knowing he had lost this argument, he went back to the bedroom. When he came back, he was holding another one of his hoodies, this one in a light shade of grey. Immediately realizing what his idea was, you put your coffee aside and raised both of your arms. Changbin sighed, but helped you take off his gym hoodie and replace it with the one he brought. You could swear you heard him mutter something along the lines of “Seriously? You big baby.” but you decided to let it slide this time.
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