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B.A.P Yongguk: Cuddles (SFW)

A/N: Repost from Wishful Daydreamings on my other blog.

Your head lay on his chest, listening to the soft rhythm of his heartbeat. It was soothing, having the reassurance that he was there with you and just having this time with him amidst his busy life. A lazy home day was exactly what the both of you needed. Watching movies and eating snacks.

Every time Yongguk had to move you to get up, you whined, watching and waiting for him to come back so you could use him as your personal human pillow. He always shot you that gorgeous smile of his as he laughed at you in amusement, saying, “I’ll be right back.”

He would come back with fresh drinks for the both of you, and you’d dismiss them completely just to wrap your arms around his waist again. Your body was curled up against him, basking in the warmth he provided despite the blanket that rested over your legs.

When he tried to get up again, you locked your hands together, pressing your face in his shirt defiantly. “I need to grab the remote, love,” he chuckled. You shook your head. “Leave it. I don’t care what we watch.” Yongguk settled back against the cushions, rubbing his hand gently up and down your back.

You both lay there comfortably, vaguely paying attention to the quiet volume of whatever movie was playing on the television. The quiet hum and his gentle caresses was enough to starting lulling you into a light doze.

[noona-clock]

Mistletoe Manor - Epilogue, Part 1

Genre: 1900′s AU/Romance

Pairings: Park Seo Joon, Bang Yongguk, Brian Kang, Jung Daehyung, Jung Jaehyun, Lee Taeyong x OCs

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, Epilogue 1, 2, 3, 4  | Words: 3,766

A/N: Chelle ( @prettywordsyouleft​​ ) and I wanted to re-visit our magical world of Mistletoe Manor. The series left off on a bit of a cliffhanger, so we really had no choice! We hope you enjoy this extra look into the lives of Cassie, Evie, Joey, and all their friends and family.

Keep a lookout for the second part of the epilogue tomorrow at 6pm EST/ 10am NZST.

Evie let out a soft, shaky breath before lifting her hand, balling her fingers up into a fist, and knocking gently on the door in front of her.

“Come in,” Cassie’s muffled voice replied, and Evie turned the doorknob.

“I hope I’m not... interrupting,” Evie said softly after taking a step into her older sister’s bedroom.

Cassie, who was sitting at her vanity brushing her hair out for the night, set her hairbrush down and turned to look toward the door. “Evie, darling,” she greeted. “No, not at all. What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing -- nothing’s wrong,” Evie assured her with a shake of her head. And then she gestured inside Cassie’s room, taking another step forward. “...May I?”

“Of course!” Cassie stood from her chair and strode to her bed, perching on the edge and patting the spot next to her.

A small grin tugged at Evie’s lips as she stepped fully inside and closed the door behind her.

“What is it, dear?” Cassie asked once Evie sat down cautiously.

Evie pressed her lips together briefly, hoping her nerves didn’t show on her face -- though she was sure they did.

“I --” she began. “I just... was wondering... what it’s like being married.”

Cassie reached up and cradled her sister’s cheek in her palm, her lips curving into a soft but beaming smile. “You’re nervous for the wedding? It’s understandable. It’s a huge change in your life.”

When Yongguk had somewhat proposed to her on Christmas Eve, right before he’d left to go find Joey and Brian, she had been so excited. She knew Yongguk was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with; there were absolutely no doubts in her mind.

And when he actually proposed to her three days later after bringing the newly married couple home, she had accepted with tears of joy in her eyes.

They’d been planning the wedding for a few months now, and Evie was still excited...

But she was also nervous, as Cassie presumed. Not necessarily in a bad way, of course. She loved Yongguk dearly, and she still knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

But it was a huge change. And Evie had never been the biggest fan of change. She liked reading her favorite books over and over again because they never changed.

She’d lived her whole life at Mistletoe Manor with her two sisters, and now... she would be getting married and leaving.

Cassie had stayed here with Daehyun because she could quite possibly give birth to a son in the future, and he would become the heir to the estate. They certainly could have moved back to Daehyun’s home, but they had eventually decided to stay here.

But Evie had no real reason to stay and had agreed to move into Yongguk’s house.

...Well. ‘House’ was not the correct term. From her future husband’s description, it was even bigger than Mistletoe Manor. And she would become the mistress of the household in just a few days.

So, yes. Evie was just a bit nervous.

Or... terrified.

She nodded in response to her sister’s question, wringing her hands in her lap and furrowing her brow deeply. “Is it normal to be nervous?”

“Of course, dear,” Cassie assured her. “I would like to meet a bride who wasn’t nervous before her wedding. I most certainly was.”

“I just... I thought it would be different since I actually --” But then Evie cut herself off because she didn’t want to sound insensitive.

Cassie finished her sentence for her, though. “Since you actually love him. You’re right, I didn’t love Daehyun when we got married. And our first year of marriage was... not typical. And quite difficult. But now we’re happier than I ever dreamed we would be. Imagine what will happen to you. You’ll fall even more in love with Yongguk, and you’ll be so happy your heart could simply burst, I’m certain of it.”

“You are?” Evie asked meekly.

“Absolutely,” Cassie nodded. “It might be difficult, at first, but Yongguk will be there by your side. He’ll probably be nervous, too, and the two of you can help each other through it.”

Once Cassie stopped talking, Evie let out a shaky breath, though her stomach was not quite as jittery as it had been just minutes ago.

“Thank you,” she whispered to her older sister, reaching to take both of her hands. 

“Oh, Evie,” Cassie murmured, bringing her sister’s hands up to her lips and kissing them. “I feel I have always underestimated you, and for that, I am truly sorry. But I hope you know just how delighted I am that you’ve found someone who loves and appreciates you for who you are and not who you should be.”

Evie simply smiled softly before leaning forward to hug Cassie tightly. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too,” Cassie replied, her voice becoming choked with emotion. “I will miss you, but I know you’ll be more than content over at Blackmon Abbey. Do say you’ll come and visit as often as you can, though.”

Evie nodded, finding a lump of emotion forming in her own throat. “Yes, of course,” she promised. “As often as we can.”

When Cassie pulled away, she reached up to quickly wipe a tear away and then sniffled. “Thank you for coming to me. I hope I helped, even if just a little bit.”

“Oh, you did,” Evie assured her. “Very much. I -- Why were you alone, though? Where is Lydia?”

Cassie’s eyes were still glassy with tears but at Evie’s question, a sly smirk appeared on her lips. “Lydia is... otherwise engaged.”

Unsurprisingly, Evie knew just what she meant. “Ah, I see,” she murmured with a smirk of her own. “I shall not seek her out, then, and let her enjoy her evening.”

“You should seek out Joey, however,” Cassie suggested. “She certainly has an entirely different perspective on marriage than I do, so she might have some other advice to offer.”

“Oh, yes, you’re right,” Evie agreed, her brow furrowing softly. “I’ll go into the village to call on her tomorrow.”

“Perfect,” Cassie grinned. “I would offer to accompany you, but I have plenty here to keep me busy.”

The look on Cassie’s face was just secretive enough to make Evie suspicious... but she kept her lips zipped. For now.

“Where are we going?” Lydia asked quietly, her lips tugging into a soft, shy smile.

Seo Joon smirked to himself as he held Lydia’s shoulders with one hand and covered her eyes with the other, guiding her to a small room off the servant’s hallway. It was typically used for ironing and shining shoes, but not tonight. Tonight, Seo Joon had conspired with the cook and Anna to...

Well, you’ll find out soon enough.

He bent down as he shuffled along the hall, placing his lips next to Lydia’s ear. “How many times have I told you to just be patient?” he whispered.

“I’ve been patient the whole afternoon!” Lydia retorted with a giggle. “Plus, I’m starving. You know I get more impatient the hungrier I am.”

“Don’t worry, that will be remedied soon enough, my love,” Seo Joon murmured before pressing a kiss to Lydia’s earlobe.

Lydia leaned back slightly against Seo Joon’s chest, bringing one hand up to hold onto his wrist as he kept her eyes covered.

“Almost there...” he said as they approached the doorway.

“Can I see now?”

“Hold on just... one... more...”

Seo Joon stopped walking, letting go of Lydia’s shoulder and reaching out to open the door. As the hinges squeaked and the door swung open into the room, he removed his hand from her eyes and pressed his lips together in anticipation.

Instead of the usual shoes littering the table, there was a crisp, white tablecloth and two lit candles in silver candlesticks adorned the top.

Lydia’s eyes fluttered open, her lips parting slightly in surprise when she saw the scene before her. Also on the table were two plates of Lydia’s favorite meal: roast chicken with mashed potatoes and vegetables.

Seo Joon had thought to ask (plead) the cook to make a fancier meal, one she would prepare for the family upstairs, but... he knew Lydia particularly loved Cook’s roast chicken, and all he wanted to do in life was make her happy.

“Seo --” Lydia gaped, turning around briefly to glance at him before stepping forward toward the table. “You... you prepared this?”

Seo Joon gently closed the door behind him. “I did,” he replied with a very proud grin. “It’s been so busy, and we haven’t had a chance to have any real alone time since the Mistletoe Ball, so I thought I would kindly ask Lady Cassandra to give you the evening off tonight.”

Lydia turned around fully then, her eyes wide and her brow furrowed slightly. She stepped over in front of Seo Joon and took his hands. “Thank you,” she said, squeezing his hands gently. “This is -- it’s perfect.”

Seo Joon’s grin widened, and he leaned down to press his lips to hers. He let go of her hands, moving his arms to circle around her waist and pull her closer.

The corners of Lydia’s mouth turned up into a hint of a smile as she slid her arms around Seo Joon’s neck.

“Have I told you,” Seo Joon murmured in-between kisses. “Just how much I love you?”

“Yes,” Lydia chuckled softly. “But, after all these years, it’s more than nice to hear it as often as you say it.”

To be honest, she was still getting used to everything. A voice inside her head was still telling her she shouldn’t be touching or kissing Seo Joon right now because she was so accustomed to hiding her feelings.

But the door was closed. No one else was in the room with them. Cassie had given her the night off. She could kiss the man she was in love with as she damn well pleased!

“Well, then,” Seo Joon whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Lydia replied with a grin.

“I love you so much that... it’s hard to even put into words.”

“Who needs words, anyway?” Lydia’s grin widened, and she stood on her toes to kiss him again. She pressed her lips to his more urgently than before, capturing his bottom lip and tugging on it. Seo Joon held her even closer, even more tightly, and a whole flock of butterflies suddenly appeared in her stomach.

...Oh, wait.

Those weren’t butterflies. Butterflies didn’t growl like that.

She was just still hungry.

Seo Joon pulled away, letting out a soft laugh and gazing down at her with a teasingly adoring grin. “I see it’s not actually me you’re hungry for.”

Lydia’s cheeks warmed at his remark. She pulled away, trying to hide a bashful smile as Seo Joon took her hand and led her over to one of the chairs at the table.

“The food is starting to get cold, anyway,” he pointed out as he helped her sit down and spread a cloth napkin over her lap. Before he sat down across from her, he served her, dishing out the potatoes and vegetables and cutting off some tender pieces of the chicken.

“Why thank you,” Lydia grinned, her eyes widening as she took in all of the delicious-looking food now in front of her.

“Please, don’t wait on my account,” Seo Joon assured her as he began to fill up his own plate.

Lydia, although polite, was also very good at following directions... so, she lifted her utensils and dove right in.

Unsurprisingly, the next ten minutes or so consisted of just a few sentences exchanged between the couple. The two of them were far too busy eating to engage in conversation, and when Lydia finally set down her knife and fork with a satisfied sigh, Seo Joon informed her they weren’t quite finished yet.

“What do you mean?” she asked curiously as Seo Joon took her empty plate away.

He set both of their plates down on a side table behind him and then bent down to retrieve...

When he stood back up and placed a small trifle on the table, Lydia let out an extremely delighted gasp.

“You didn’t think I would forget about dessert, did you?” Seo Joon smirked as he handed her a spoon.

“Oh, I do love you!” Lydia giggled.

Seo Joon’s grin lit up his face as he watched her -- Lydia, the absolute and complete love of his life -- scoop into the trifle with unadulterated glee. 

Even if he didn’t have a romantic walk in the cold moonlight planned after this, and even if he didn’t know he would kiss her until she was breathless later, this would go down in his personal history book as a perfect evening. Just the fact he got to spend this time alone with her, and the fact she was so adorably happy was enough. More than enough.

He would have to plan more nights like this -- as many as he possibly could. One day, far in the future, he would plan a night like this to propose to her.

But, for now, he was fully content with the way things were. No more secret longing, no more hidden glances, no more worrying and fretting over ‘what ifs.’ He wanted to marry her, yes... but one day. Not just yet. 

He’d waited so many years just to get where they were now. He could most certainly wait to take things a step further, and Lydia -- without question -- was worth the wait.

It had taken Seo Joon, Yongguk, and Daehyun almost two days to find Lady Josephine and Brian after their somewhat dramatic escape on Christmas Eve.

Thankfully, when they did find them, the couple was already married and awaiting passage on a boat to America.

Daehyun managed to convince them there was no need to run away to a whole other continent; her sisters certainly wanted her to return, and even if her parents didn’t quite approve of the marriage, they would much rather she stay here than be an ocean away.

Joey had -- somewhat reluctantly -- agreed to come back, and when she and Brian had returned to the manor, her entire family had surrounded her. They’d hugged and kissed her, both Cassie and her mother had been crying, and her father had almost immediately ushered Brian into his study to interrogate him.

The next week, the newlyweds had moved into a house in the nearby village, and Brian had begun teaching at the local school. Apparently, knowing how to read and write was a good enough qualification; Brian did end up rather enjoying the job, though.

And now, just about three months after their legendary departure, they were settled in their quaint cottage and -- much to some’s surprise -- incredibly happy.

Joey smiled to herself as she thought of how Brian -- her husband -- still teased her and got on her nerves. Daily, in fact. As she stuck the needle through her embroidery hoop, she recalled the first snowball fight they’d had -- and the few they’d had since, as well.

When a sudden knock interrupted her thoughts, she let out a soft gasp and dropped her project on the floor. Instead of picking it up, she scurried to the door and practically threw it open.

With Brian being gone at the school all day, Joey’s ideas for keeping herself busy were wearing thin, and she was more than glad to have a visitor.

“Evie!” she cried with delight when she saw her sister standing on the doormat.

She was especially glad to have this specific visitor.

“I hope I’m not interrupt --”

“No, of course not,” Joey assured her hastily, stepping aside to usher her in. “Please, come in. Shall I ring for some tea?”

“Oh, yes, please,” Evie answered, taking off her coat once she’d entered the house. “It’s almost colder than it was at Christmas time.”

Joey popped her head into the kitchen and requested a tea tray from the cook -- the only servant she had now.

“Come, sit down,” she murmured to Evie before leading her to the living room, the room she’d just occupied. 

Joey bent to pick up her embroidery, and Evie let out a soft sputter of a chuckle.

“What is that?” 

“It’s -- it’s my embroidery!” Joey explained with a huff. “Why did you say it like that?!”

“You’ve never embroidered a thing in your life,” Evie laughed.

“Well!” Joey cried defensively. “I can’t think of anything else to do! I’m stuck in this house all day while Brian’s at work!”

Evie’s jaw practically dropped at her younger sister’s ludicrous statement. “Are you quite serious?”

“Yes! I’m bored out of my mind!”

“Joey! There are so many things you could do outside of the house!”

“Oh?” Joey asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Such as? And don’t say planting a garden, you know my thumb is the opposite of green.”

“I can think of any number of things you could get involved in! Like -- the orphanage, for example. They’re always in need of help!”

Joey’s brow furrowed softly, and the corners of her mouth turned down in thought.

Hmm. The orphanage.

...Why had she never thought of that? She hadn’t been around children too much, but the ones she’d met in her adulthood had certainly seemed rambunctious and clever enough to keep her thoroughly occupied. It wasn’t too far from the village, and it would certainly be much better than trying to embroider all day.

“Evie,” Joey said softly. “I believe... you have come up with a wonderful idea.”

For a split second, the expression on Evie’s face was one of surprise. It quickly morphed to one of satisfaction, however, and she tipped her chin into a satisfied nod. “Of course, I have.”

Before Joey’s train of thought could get permanently derailed onto thoughts of the orphanage, she turned back to her older sister.

“Now, why did you come to see me?” she asked directly. Joey had never been one to mince words.

Evie instantly frowned, though, her forehead wrinkling adorably. “Why do I need a reason to come see you?”

“Because... I mean, don’t you, especially, always need a reason to leave the house?”

“...Well, yes.”

Joey simply smirked triumphantly.

“The thing is... it’s rather a... well, a private topic,” Evie replied in hushed tones.

Before Joey had the chance to ask what her sister could possibly mean by that, the door opened, and the cook ambled in with the tea tray.

Evie sat silently as the cook set down the tray and poured tea into two floral, porcelain cups.

“Thank you, Mrs. Whitmore,” Joey grinned before taking one of the cups and handing it to her sister.

Mrs. Whitmore dipped into a curtsy before shuffling out of the room, closing the door behind her.

It took less than half a second for Joey to focus all of her attention back on Evie.

“What could you possibly mean by ‘a private topic’?” she asked in hushed -- but hurried -- tones.

Evie’s cheeks immediately pinkened, and Joey’s mind went right into the gutter.

“I’m just... nervous,” Evie gulped.

Joey waited as long as she possibly could for her sister to continue... which ended up being about three seconds.

“About the wedding night?”

Evie’s cheeks pinkened some more, and her brows rushed down to wrinkle her forehead. “No! I mean, yes, but I’m not -- just -- getting married, in general. And moving away from home and being mistress of such a large estate and -- there are just so many changes, and I’m incredibly anxious about it all.”

“Ohhhh,” Joey nodded in understanding before taking a sip of her tea. “Yes, of course. You would be nervous about that.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Evie murmured with a slight pout.

“You are a creature of habit, my dear,” Joey pointed out. “You like to be surrounded by things and places and people you already know, like books and our family. And you prefer to stay in the background. You don’t like attention -- never have. And now, suddenly, you’ll be in a new house with all the servants looking to you for direction and leadership. I should have guessed! My, you must be quite terrified!”

When Joey lifted her gaze to her older sister, the look on Evie’s face was not one of relief that Joey had just voiced the nagging thoughts in the back of her head.

No. Not one of relief in the slightest.

Her expression was one of absolute panic.

Hastily, Joey set her teacup down and reached over, resting her hand comfortingly on Evie’s knee. “Oh, my dear, you will be all right. I’m all right, aren’t I? And I moved from Mistletoe Manor to this... well, it can only be called a cottage, can’t it? It took a while to get used to, but having Brian with me helped tremendously! Truly, it took hardly any time at all to create a new routine and get settled here.”

Evie softly quirked one eyebrow at that. “But you’re embroidering to pass the time...”

Joey waved one hand through the air dismissively. “Oh, you know me. Always wanting to do things I’m frightfully bad at. I’ve never had a hobby like you, which is why you will be fine. I am much assured that Blackmon Abbey has a very well-stocked library. Does it not?”

Evie nodded, though she still looked just a bit anxious.

“Then you will be more than fine. There are probably an enormous amount of books in there you haven’t read, so if your husband is not on hand to ease your worries, you’ll have your books.”

After chewing on her lip for a moment or two, Evie shot her younger sister a hopeful glance. “It won’t be... too scary, will it?”

Joey shook her head vigorously. “My best advice is to simply talk to your husband-to-be. I know how much you hate talking about your feelings, but it must be done. And I promise you will feel better afterward.”

Knowing her sister was right -- for once in her life -- Evie nodded.

“I will,” she said with quiet determination. “Thank you, Joey.”

Joey, looking entirely too pleased with herself, removed her hand from her sister’s knee and took her teacup again.

“You are most welcome,” she said with a confident grin. For she was feeling quite confident. She had just given her sister some smashingly wonderful advice, and she was currently devising a plan to keep herself occupied.

Things were looking up!

Part 2

[jiminscaramel]

[4:34am] “Jongup, this is silly,” you huff, frustrated at your own inability to follow the steps correctly, but happy to hold him close.

He shushes you gently, stroking your waist and helping you sway in time to the slow music. “It’s not. If you practice with me now, you’ll ace it on the day. I promise.”

“But I can’t get the steps right,” you mutter a little sadly.

Jongup leans in and kisses the crook of your neck ever so tenderly, lingering a little longer than he’d like to admit. “What if,” – another kiss, this time higher – “I kiss you,” – behind your ear – “to the tempo of the music? Would that help?”

You smile and nod as he nestles into your neck, peppering kisses all over your skin. “It would help a lot.”

[jae-bummer]

Stick Around (Harry Potter AU)

Request: Would you be able to do a Zelo X Hufflepuff? I’m not even sure if you’re like really into Harry Potter and I’m not quite sure what house he’d be either (possibly Slytherin but also maybe a Hufflepuff???? I don’t even know). Thank you so much tho!!

Pairing: BAP Zelo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

You plopped into the grass near the whomping willow and heaved a large sigh. Perhaps if you moved just a hair closer, it would crush you to death.

Death had to be better than this feeling in your stomach.

Picking idly at a few strands of grass, you looked up wearily to the groups of students waddling off into the distance.

Hogsmeade weekend.

You turned your gaze to the lake, thinking maybe if you threw yourself into its depths, you’d be rid of the anxiousness clutching your chest.

It wasn’t fair.

You were muggle born, which was a difficult enough situation to handle at a wizarding school, but you were also a muggle born who could never convince your parents to sign any permission slip you brought home from “that school.”

They didn’t understand why you wanted to blend in with “those people” so badly, just like you didn’t understand why they had such an issue with your participation. Either way, it was a losing situation (mostly for you) so here you sat.

Chewing on your lip, you looked up again to various couples wandering off into the distance.

And then there was him.

Squinting your eyes to better focus, you recognized the face of the older boy, but only vaguely. He was much taller than you, sporting bright, honey-colored hair, and a forest green jumper. The small stud in his nose reflected the sunlight, making his already handsome face dazzle just a little bit more. What was his name again?

He remained unmoving as he narrowed his eyes at you, the one buoy in the ocean of students around him. Why wasn’t he heading in the direction of Hogsmeade, and more importantly, why was he looking at you?

After a stalemate between the two of you simply sizing each other up from afar, he made forward motion in your direction, causing your heart to stall. Your eyes darted back and forth to further confirm that you were the only person positioned this far toward the Forbidden Forest. Surely, he thought you to be someone else. Your mind worked tirelessly to find any interaction you may have had with him but kept coming up blank.

Just as you thought you were going to have to deal with some sort of confrontation (judging by the look of sheer determination on his features) he stopped again. Spinning on his heel, he was greeted by several of his friends patting him on the back and pointing him back toward the direction in which everyone was travelling. Glancing over his shoulder at you once last time, he nodded to them before matching them in step.

How strange.

You shook your head, trying to rid your thoughts of the odd interaction. Yes, he thought you were someone else, and by closer inspection realized that.

But then why didn’t he stop until his friends called him?

.

.

You picked at your breakfast sleepily and stifled a yawn. Only barely able to follow along with the conversation your friends were having, you glanced lazily to the ceiling as the owl post began to arrive. You tried to keep your eyes from rolling as you focused more closely on your food.

The other perk of being a muggle in the wizarding world with unsupportive parents was very little mail. You had come to terms with that situation years ago. It bothered you much more as a first year, but now it was a morning routine you chose to ignore. On occasion, your wizarding friends would send you things through the in-school mail system, or their parents would send you fresh baked treats from home. If only your parents understood how kind the families of your friends had been, maybe they’d understand a fraction of the warmth you experienced daily. Maybe they’d even send you some comforts from home as well.

If you kept your hopes low, you were always pleasantly surprised when something did drop short of your dining plate.

Just like today.

A package thudded softly before you, causing you to breath in sharply. Narrowing your eyes, you quickly noticed there was no return address. You gave a sidelong glance to your friends who were still caught in their own conversation, no parcels landing near them.

Picking up the light box, carefully wrapped in brown paper, you surveyed it for any signs of where it may have come from. Judging by the stamps and scrawl across the front, it looked to be sent in-house.

It wasn’t your birthday and the holidays were still months away. Why would any of your friends be sending you things through the owl post that they couldn’t just give you?

With trembling fingers, you began to pluck at the paper and reveal the box beneath. By this point, your friends had stopped talking and decided to focus on you instead.

“Who’s that from?” your closest friend asked, lifting her brows. You gave a small shrug as you lifted the lid of the parcel, revealing the contents.

“What is this?” you grumbled, sifting through packing paper. You pulled out one item after another. Small gifts quickly peppered the table. You recognized some items to be wizarding sweets, but you were at a complete loss for half of the others.

“A pygmy puff!” your friend squeaked, poking happily at a small cage you had pulled out. Tilting it to the side, you noticed the large, purple poof of hair rolling around the cage and squeaking frantically.

“A pygmy what?” you croaked.

“It’s a miniature puffskein!” your friend grinned. “They sell them at the joke shop!”

Your friend lifted a few more items closer to her face. “Matter of fact, it looks like a lot of these items are from the joke shop. And Honeydukes!”

“Can we backtrack?” you sighed. “So, you’re telling me I was just delivered a living creature I am now caring for?”

You wiggled your finger into the cage with the pygmy who gave a delighted squeak. You couldn’t help but smile as you patted it lightly on what you thought to be its head.

“They’re really adorable pets,” your friend nodded. “I have one in the common room. His name is Tobias.”

“Right,” you chuckled. “So, you were saying? Joke shop? Honey smokes?”

“Honeydukes,” she corrected. “They’re shops in Hogsmeade.”

“Hogsmeade?” you asked, lifting your brows. “I’ve never been. Why would someone send me things from Hogsmeade?”

Your friend gave you a sly smile. “Maybe because you’ve never been.”

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.

You leaned back onto the grass and sighed, letting your pygmy puff roll around in the grass. He was a happy, little companion, and you couldn’t thank your secret gift giver enough.

Whoever it was must have known how lonely things could get when you were left alone.

And you were absolutely no closer to figuring out who that gift giver was. After ruthlessly harassing your friends, all of them insisted that they had no hand in the package that had been sent to you that day. And even under the suspicious circumstances, the parcels continued to come.

Against your better judgement, you continued to accept them.

You chuckled to yourself as you heard your pygmy enter a squeaking frenzy as he scurried up your arm and buried himself into your neck. Only until the sun shining down on you had been blocked, did you bother to open your eyes.

“Mind if I sit?” an unfamiliar voice questioned.

You opened one eye, squinting through the sun to only be able to make out a dark figure looming above you.

“You don’t have to ask my permission,” you sighed as you hoisted yourself up to lean on your elbows. Blinking a few times, your eyes finally settled on the face of the blonde boy you had all but forgotten from weeks before.

“I thought it may be polite since I’m sitting so closely,” he grinned, plopping beside you.

“It’s you,” you croaked, knowing you must have sounded ridiculous.

“And who am I exactly?” he asked, lifting his brows. You immediately felt hot with embarrassment.

“No idea,” you managed, inspecting every inch of his face. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, so you had assumed that’s where he should be instead of lounging beside you.

“Zelo,” he said shortly. “My name is Zelo. I’m a seventh year, Hufflepuff.”

So that’s why he smelled like baked goods.

You nodded in response, unsure of how you should continue. Introduce yourself? Your house?

“And you’re Y/N,” he said softly. He looked down to his hands, nervously fidgeting with his fingers as the words escaped his mouth.

“I am,” you hummed, furrowing your brows. “And how do you know that?”

“I’ve seen you around,” he continued quietly. “I guess you noticed me coming over to talk to you the other day?”

“I did,” you nodded. “You looked…concerned?”

“I was wondering why you were out on the lawn,” he admitted. “And not heading to Hogsmeade with everyone else. See, when I said I’ve seen you around…maybe I’ve…paid more attention to you when you are around?”

“And that means…?” you trailed.

“I don’t know really,” he chuckled, rubbing a hand across his neck. He was nervous, you could tell by his movements.

And it was so endearing.

“If I had to guess,” he continued. “I may have…accidentally taking an interest in you.”

“Accidentally?” you coughed. “That makes it sound like a bad thing.”

“Oh no!” he gasped. “No, no, I mean, I didn’t intend to really take an interest in anyone at school. It just seems easier that way, but when I saw you…well, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Is that so?” you chuckled, amused by his small confession.

“And then when I saw you not heading to Hogsmeade, I realized you must not have had your permission slip signed,” he sighed. “And I had heard from some friends that your parents were…nonwizarding folk…so I then also realized that you had never experienced some of the wonderful things that you could have been experiencing.”

“The packages,” you said slowly, your eyes growing wide with realization. You subconsciously reached up to pat your pygmy puff. “It was you.”

Zelo looked down with an embarrassed smile. “Guilty.”

“You didn’t have to send me gifts,” you whispered. You suddenly felt like a charity case. “If you were feeling sorry for me…”

“I’ve never felt sorry for you,” he said quickly, his head snapping up to look at you. “You send the person you like small gifts when you’re trying to date them, don’t you? So, I thought I’d wow you with things you’ve never seen before.”

“You’re…you’re trying to date me?” you croaked. Your face was growing hot again.

“I…well, uh,” he stammered, his cheeks red with blush. “I guess, yeah. That’s kind of what I’ve been building up to this whole time.”

After a moment of silence that seemed to go on for an eternity, you finally offered up a reprieve.

“Thank you for Aberforth,” you said quietly. “He’s good company.”

“Aberforth,” Zelo chuckled quietly. “Are you…are you may be looking for other types of company as well?”

“Meaning, non-purple-haired, human company?” you smiled softly as you glanced his way. He was smiling as well.

“Exactly what I mean.”

“Perhaps,” you nodded. “But I would love to get to know that company a little better first.”

“Sounds reasonable,” Zelo grinned. “You think Aberforth would allow us a stroll around the lake?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be leaving for Hogsmeade soon?” you questioned.

“Worried you won’t get another package?” Zelo laughed.

“No!” you gasped, pushing him lightly on the arm. “I don’t want to hold you up.”

“You never have,” he nodded. “I don’t know if you’ve heard about us Hufflepuffs, but we’re incredibly good finders…and once we’ve found what we want, we tend to stick around awhile.”

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It’s Complicated

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a/n: This AU took forever and was way wayyyyy longer than I ever thought it would be but I loved every second of making it, I’ll miss it. Hope y'all enjoyed and thank you so much to anyone who stuck around this long!! Love you all ❤️💜💕

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Boyfriend Material - Friday

This week is Boyfriend Material Week! Each day I’ll put out a one-shot with one of my favorite idols - each day picking someone different. Who will be boyfriend material tomorrow?

Genre: Date Night Fluff x Hint of Smut

Pairing: Daehyun (B.A.P) x Reader

“Honey! I’m home!” you announced, dropping your keys by the door and kicking your shoes off. 

You walked down your entryway, wondering where Daehyun was when you saw a flash of a man run from the bathroom to the bedroom.

“Hold on! I forgot my towel!” Daehyun yelled.

You couldn’t help but laugh because this was not the first time this had happened.

You and Daehyun had been living together for a few months now, deciding to after you’d been dating for a year. It had definitely been a transition. You weren’t a huge sweets person and he needed at least one cheesecake in the fridge at all times. You tended to hold things in if you were upset and he would have to pry them out of you so you would talk them out. But even if you fought, you could never stay mad at each other for too long.

It was like you’d just started the rest of your lives. You weren’t married, but you sure acted like it sometimes. You had one calendar you both used, you traded off who did the laundry or dishes or cleaning, and you had already gotten over the hurdle of meeting his members.

But enough about your domestic bliss, tonight was date night. 

“Y/N! You’re home early!” you heard Daehyun yell from behind your bedroom door. Popping his head around the door, he continued “And I was going to surprise you.”

“Well, I can promise you I was still surprised,” you answered, wiggling your eyebrows at him as you walked toward the bedroom.

“Wait you can’t come in!”

“What? Why not? I want to get into comfy clothes,” you said.

“Because it’s not ready yet!” 

You waited, leaning against the wall next to your bedroom door as you could hear Daehyun doing who knows what inside. You were getting ready to pull a bobby pin from your hair to attempt to pick the lock when he opened it, diving for a kiss before you could even respond.

“Welcome home,” he said after pulling back. 

Your eyes fluttered back open and your hands moved to pull him back to you to finish what he’d started. He wrapped his arms around your middle, smiling into your kiss and breathing you in. 

Pulling back on your own this time, you answered “It’s good to be home. Now care to tell me just what you were doing in our room?”

With a barely contained smile on his face, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into your room.

“Happy Friday Night Date Night, Y/N!”

You were shocked. And you were sure you must have been making some kind of face because you could hear Daehyun laughing at you. But what else did he expect?

He’d turned your entire room into a fort. Your bed was covered in blankets and pillows, like usual since you both loved be comfortable, but so was just about every spot on the floor. You walked around, seeing the candles on the dresser and finally hearing the soft R&B songs playing in the background.

As you got closer to the bed, you noticed some new clothes laid out on the bed. Fingering the lace and silk, you slid your eyes sideways to look at Daehyun who was looking back at you hungrily.

“I just thought you’d like something comfy and new to sleep in after your long week at work.” Daehyun said, coming up behind you and sliding your hair off to one side so he could pepper kisses along the nape of your neck.

Your breath hitched and you couldn’t stop your smile as you said “Something tells me you don’t want me putting this on right now.”

His low chuckle in your ear caused you to shiver as he said “I’ll help you with that later. Much later.”

...

“You know, the bed would probably be much more comfortable,” you said from the floor.

“But the bed is for sleeping,” Daehyun said, snuggling into you as he pulled yet another floor blanket around you both. “And we weren’t sleeping a little bit ago.”

You were glad the candles were low and that his face was resting on your chest so he couldn’t see your blush. You ran your fingers through his hair, down the back of his neck, and started drawing patterns across his shoulders.

“You know, this probably would’ve been a fun fort to watch movies in before... I mean if we hadn’t... you know..” you said, blushing even more as you realized you couldn’t make yourself say it out loud.

“You mean if we hadn’t destroyed it already?” Daehyun said, picking his face up to smirk at you as you tried to look away. 

“I mean I don’t know if I would have put it that way,” you said, trying to bury your face under the blankets.

Daehyun just laughed and pulled them back, lifting himself over you and caging you in with his arms.

“You know, I think you’re right. The bed would be more comfortable.”

Looking into his eyes, your whole body started to heat up as you teased him, “Oh? So you’re ready to go to bed?”

Daehyun lowered his lips toward yours, inch by inch, until your noses were touching. His breath fanned out across your cheeks and you couldn’t help your eyes closing, expecting his kiss any moment.

When it didn’t come, you opened your eyes again, only to see him looking at you softly. 

“How did I get so lucky with you?” he whispered.

Your gaze softened and you reached a hand up to brush his hair off of his forehead. You tilted your head enough to press a kiss against his nose and said the only thing you could think of, the only thing that mattered.

“I love you, too.”

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