#knk au

[leilavin0]

[ reupload! back off, old man! ] [ and more kinoko AU stuff under the cut ↓ ]

[heleizition]

knk au jay: Comes back to life and beats up Tim in vengeance, knk au Tim: *crying* you're alive this is the best day of my life I'm so happy

tim : GOD FINALLH IG I CAN REST IN PEACE PLS END ME IM SO TIRED LOL

[amantidellaluna]

pokemon! au knk: (3/5)

                   ↳ Oh Heejun

(small headcanons under the cut, but you can see the names of the pokemons, by the order on the gif, in the caption)

             ⋆ His pokemon are exactly like him: playful and clingy. Yes, even Gyarados (it’s just more picky)

            ⋆ Ivysaur loves to lay on Heejun’s lap, which he also loves, but will totally start screaming after ten minutes because he can’t feel his legs anymore.

            ⋆ Whenever he decides to play guitar, there’s a circle around him to hear it.

            ⋆ Sometimes Jolteon gets too excited with the music and it results on Heejun getting shock.

            ⋆ Dartrix still thinks that he is a small Rowlet that Heejun can carry on his shoulder, so often you will see Dartrix trying to get his spot back.

            ⋆ Greninja is actually his main and that’s why they got the Ash form, because of their bond. Sometimes their bond is only jump around? Maybe, but they are lovely.

            ⋆ He and his ‘gang’ can be easily found walking around, traveling and usually trying to ruin Heejun’s selcas.

            ⋆ That’s why Haunter once licked him and they needed to go search for help since Heejun was, you know, paralyzed.

            ⋆ They often stay out of battles since they rather play around, listen to music or try to play soccer, but if you dare them to battle be sure to pay attention because you won’t see your defeat coming.

            ⋆ And, yeah, he’ll be a big brat about winning, brace yourself.

            ⋆ Sometimes they end up with sugar high and stay up ‘til late doing crazy shit at their place so please save them.

[neokollection]

hellooooo 😄😄 so for the knk asks can i please have some seungjun bf headcanons? thank you ^^

A/N: I’m making a some of mini random ones in this post just based off these gifs I found.He’s so sheltered I can’t even begin.

Back-scratches

Well, he’s a terrific and much practiced back-scratcher.

It’s always something he feels he should offer if he sees you seem down or he did you an injustice- Or a bribe when he wants to cuddle but you’re busy.

Spooning is a must- He’s big gangly spoon ofc

He’s pretty talkative too, resting his cheek on a hand as he lightly scratches your back-

SOMETIMES slips his hand under the hem or collar of your shirt to give a more intense or lovely scratch sesh

Still rlly playful- The type to pull a bra strap and let it snap back against your skin before giggling and throwing a leg over you as you try to leave him.

He uses a quiet voice and just asks about your day and everything else, lots of hums added in- some bad jokes and laughs too-

But it warps into him just cuddling, leg thrown over your own and arms encasing you with his nose buried into the nape of your neck.He’s flirty with his low little hums >.<

Yoga Together

Boop

Him not wearing proper yoga clothes-

He asked once to try a pair of your yoga pants with that little smile & was already recoiling, expecting a slap on the arm-Never would he get the chance.

His gangly arms and legs all over the place.

He’s pretty flexible- He can do the splits, so that’s not the issue-

For someone who’s coordinated in dance he sure has shitty balance- /it’s probably all the giggly that’s causing him to shake and fall over

He tries to be serious and follow of, but his eyes crinkle and he laughs before emitting that god awful laugh and falling like a big oaf beside you.

Lots of you scorning him

OMG THIS GUY!! Being pervy, but still innocent, so just childish-*Looks at your cleavage*“Come on, be serious, I really wanted to try this with you!”*Purses lips and looks to the ground before looking again*“Stop looking!”*Falls over laughing*

Having a whole ass minute of seriousness, trying to copy the pose before giving up and falling to the ground, like he always is.

Clinging to you, ie; clinging to your leg or draping his limp upper body over you to show you he’s tired.

He’s tired and just wants to snuggle, this is too much work.

But admiring your determination and fitness.

College!AU Boyfriend

He wants to be a good boy, studying hard while still getting plenty of rest-

He’s pretty sheltered honestly, so it’s you who’s taking him out to show him what’s outside his dorm lmao

He’s always amazed, even small little parties-He sticks to your side, nursing a drink all night and murmuring things in your ear as he observes with wide eyes.“Do you see that? They’re setting a game up on the table-”“It’s beer pong-”“O~ I’ve seen it before in movies~ Have you ever played? Are you good?”

He’s shy meeting people too, especially other females or guys that he knows are in a different ‘group’ than him.

He’s not a nerd, but he is nerdy and goofy

He studies rlly hard so he can succeed and is always whining for you to study too, preferably with him-Although it sounds like a fine date to him, it sounds awful to you… 1. It’s studying and 2. He’s distracting without even realizing it.

He’s a super diligent bf tho! So attentive and for the most part- gentle…

He waits for you after classes if he has the time and is always texting you, using cute stickers and all to be cheerful.

Some times you just find him in your dorm and you’re not sure how he got in, but you know it’s not allowed! But he whines that he’s tired and just was waiting for you and wants to cuddle before his 4pm class.

The jealous type if you stop spending time with him or someone else is too friendly with you, but more of a whiner and griper to you in private- Not one for confrontation, prefers pouting.

Lots of eating together too, he’s always asking if you’ve eaten or not- So he may be a little clingy, but in his mind you’re like his best friend also.

We know he’s a big oaf tho and often gets physical. Clinging to your arm at the bus station, whining for you not to go and you trying to pull your arm away from him because your bus is literally pulling up & he’s not letting go! Or play wrestling more frequently than you’d like to admit (ಠ_ಠ)

During exams he rlly doesn’t come out much, but if you want to stop by his place he won’t stop you, but he still texts and calls~

After exams he’s around 24/7 and treating you to all kinds of delicious meals…. but the kind of boyfriend to laugh sheepishly after eating…“Why are you acting weird…?”“… Haha- I forgot my wallet-”“You really-”“I bought you sushi yesterday! SO you owe me anyway~”But to instantly melt when you pull out your money and pout out a little thank you.

2nd hand embarrassment with him is real and daily lol

[sarady]

oh wow look at that i finally did some new stuff for my haisuzu x kyoukai no kanata AU. and its been..about a year now? since i posted the first pics for this AU. so, uh, oops..?

you can see the first part from here~

so this time im introducing few more characters for the au~ Touka as Mitsuki, Ayato as Hiroomi and Hinami as Ai (btw i drew touka around last year so she doesnt look as good as the others, and im too lazy to redraw her lol). and of course a random screenshot redraw of the main characters, Haise and Juuzou c’:

im gonna try to kick some motivation on my lazy ass and actually do more stuff for this AU;;;;

[chrry-yuta]

It's not a KNK photo without Heejun's signature pose.

[gaypopandlockmein-blog]

Frog Prince Heejun

[sleepyau]

slow wave ~ park seungjun

genre: sleepwalking!au, fluffity fluff

word count: 2634

prompt: sleepwalking can be dangerous, but sometimes that’s not a bad thing

warning: *boa voice* eobs-seubnida (aka there are none and i’m extra)

author’s note: i wrote this pretty late at night and intended for it to be something else but then it was this! and it’s kinda random and sorry to tinkerbells if i didn’t get seungjun’s personality right, i’m still a newbie stan haha but no really tho i love knk they’re so good

Your parents’ house was in an unfortunate area. It wasn’t necessarily isolated, because there were more houses a little ways away; it was just that the entire neighborhood was too far from the rest of the city to be practical. The closest store was little more than a candyshop, the hospital was hardly close enough to actually aid in an emergency, and if one wanted to order in Thai food, they would only find themselves hungry and disappointed.

Your own apartment was a good hour away, and the drive home after family night was all too stressful, thanks to the limited amount of gas remaining in your tank and the seemingly unlimited distance still remaining between you and the nearest gas station. You had only been driving for a little while, so you could hypothetically turn around and get help from your parents. Though it was the most practical solution, you already knew exactly what your mother would say:

“Why didn’t you fill your tank before coming? Of course we’ll give you more, but not right now. Right now, you’re going to sleep in the guest room. There’s no way you’re going back out there so late at night! Don’t argue with me, I’m your mother. Honey, tell her.”

This would then lead to a completely unnecessary but drawn out argument that would last well into the next morning. In the end, you figured upsetting her wasn’t worth it; your best bet would be to pray that your gas would last for the ten more minutes you needed until you reached the gas station.

The plan was going as well as it could, and you could just barely see the neon lights of the gas station when something appeared on the road in front of you. You let out a strangled shriek and jerked the wheel to the side while simultaneously slamming your foot down on the brakes. The world seemed to slow down as your car swerved to the side of the road; with your eyes shut tight, it was impossible to tell when one spin around ended and another began.

You immediately began to picture the worst: glass all over, going to the emergency room, and, heaven forbid, your insurance rates hiking up. However, as your car skidded to a painful stop, you couldn’t feel any pain. You cautiously opened your eyes and gasped at the sight of your body - and more importantly, your car - fully intact.

“Thank you,” you whispered to whomever was watching over you, then removed one hand from the steering wheel to place your car in park. You removed the keys from the ignition and opened up the pepper spray attached to your keychain.

Stepping out of the car was even harder than opening the door, but you managed to stand up and scan your surroundings. The gas station was within view, but it was horror-movie empty. The street was lined with a multitude of trees that were restrained behind a wire fence. Finally, and most importantly, there was a man standing in the middle of the road.

The first thing you noticed about him was that he was worryingly stoic for somebody who was almost run over by a car.

“What the heck? Are you insane? I could’ve killed you!” you yelled.

The second thing you noticed was that he wasn’t wearing shoes. It was odd, considering the chilly weather. One foot was positioned on top of the other in what could’ve been discomfort, or maybe embarrassment.

“Are you okay? What are you doing out here, in the middle of the road?” you asked with a more collected tone.

The third thing you noticed was that he was crying. His tears must have been reflecting the gas station lights, because they were a deep red color - almost the color of blood.

Unless...

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry, did I actually hit you? I tried - I thought I avoided you but - are you okay? Please respond!” you started to beg, taking a single step closer. At the action, something must have registered in him because he shot forward with a gasp and reached out to you. You stepped away and held up your pepper spray threateningly, “Don’t come closer.”

“Where am I? Who are you?” he asked, looking around frantically.

You narrowed your eyes at him and raised your arm higher, “Do you think I’m an idiot?”

“W-what?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know anything right now - I won’t lower my guard.”

“I’m-”

You were quick to cut him off, “Answer my question: what are you doing out here?”

“I...” he trailed off for a second, then sighed, “I was sleepwalking.”

“You- what?”

“Yes. I sleepwalk. I know, it’s weird and uncommon - trust me, I know. I must have accidentally walked all the way... out here.” When you didn’t respond, the stranger in front of you continued, “My uncle usually locks the gate outside of our house so that I can’t get out but I guess he forgot to tonight. Thank goodness I’m okay, though.”

You were still a little out of focus from trying to remember everything you knew about sleepwalking, but his words sparked you back into real life, “Okay? I almost ran you over!”

“You did?” Now it was his turn to be confused.

“Yes! You need to be more careful if your sleepwalking can put you in danger - or even worse: my car!”

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” he replied in a rush. “Was there any harm to you, or to your car?”

“I’m fine, but I don’t know about my car,” you answered, wanting to turn to look at it but not wanting to take your eyes off of the mysterious stranger in case he attacked you or tried to make a grab for your keys.

“Do you want me to take a look at it? As an apology for nearly killing you?” he asked, stepping forward again. You straightened your pepper-spraying arm and shook your head in response. “I know my way around a car - I promise, I won’t hurt you or steal your car.”

“As if you even could,” you scoffed, but nonetheless stepped aside so that he could get a closer look.

Once he completed a full circle around the car, plus a quick check under the hood (though you really didn’t think it was necessary), he brushed off his hands and nodded to you.

“I think you and your car will both be okay,” he said. From a distance, it was hard to gage just how tall he was. Now, as he was standing closer to you than before, you had to crane your neck just to make eye contact.

“Thanks,” you responded. “I, uh... sorry for almost hitting you.”

“Don’t worry about it, that was my fault,” he excused. “I should probably be getting back home now, so...” he awkwardly bowed his head, then started walking in the direction of the gas station.

You stared after him for a few seconds, debating whether or not you should offer him a ride home. At the thought of him being a serial killer, you shrugged, then hopped into your car and plugged the keys back in. You were all too ready to go back home, but one glance at your gas light reminded you of your previous problem.

“Great. Just great,” you grumbled. You shifted into drive and pulled back onto the road, passing the strange stranger on your way to the gas station. By the time you pulled in and had started filling gas in your car, he was still slowly walking up the road.

Maybe it was because of his downcast gaze, or because of the way he was hanging his head, but you suddenly felt a tug of pity for him. You trailed your gaze from his messy black hair down to his bare feet; he was only in a short sleeve t-shirt and what seemed to be thin flannel pants. Given the weather, you could only imagine he was cold - and tired, judging by his droopy shoulders.

“I’m so gonna regret this,” you sighed to yourself. With one final groan, you walked the short distance to the side of the road so that he would see you in his path.

When he finally noticed you and looked up, he stopped walking and tilted his head in confusion, “Is everything okay?”

“How far do you live?” you asked in response.

“What?”

“How far do you live? How long will you be walking for?” you repeated.

He looked up in thought, then answered, “About twenty minutes.”

“That’s a long way away.”

He shrugged, “It’s not that bad.”

“Wait right here, okay?”

“Why?”

“Just... trust me.”

You waited until he reluctantly nodded his head, then turned around and walked into the small gas station mart. It only took you a minute to find what you were looking for, and when you stepped back outside you found the very tall man standing next to your car.

At your curious expression, he quickly stammered, “It- the thing beeped! I wasn’t gonna steal it!”

You rolled your eyes, “You think I’d leave my car alone with you without taking the keys?” You walked towards him and passed over the bag in your hands. He looked down in shock to find the newly purchased pair of slippers and a Twix bar, then looked up with what was quite possibly the softest and most thankful expression you had ever seen in your entire life. To hide your blush, you turned to the gas pump and pulled it out of your car, “Don’t start crying on me, now. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Thank you...”

You looked up as he faltered, then said, “Y/N. My name’s Y/N.”

“Thank you, Y/N,” he repeated sincerely. He pulled the cheap flip flops out of the bag and carefully placed them on the floor, then slid them onto his feet with gentleness you would imagine one of Cinderella’s evil stepsisters using to try and make the glass slipper fit.

“It’s no problem, stranger.”

“Oh, I’m Seungjun! Park Seungjun!” He held his hand out for you to shake, and you looked down at it hesitantly. Though reason was telling you not to trust somebody you just met, your gut was telling you that he didn’t mean any harm.

You sighed again, then leaned forward and grabbed his hand. Not even a second later, however, you dropped it with a hiss, “Oh my lord! Your hand is so cold!”

“Is it? Sorry! That’s just because...” he trailed off, though you could already make an educated guess as to why.

You unlocked your car, then reached into the backseat to grab the spare blanket you kept for emergencies. When you stood up and held it out to Seungjun, he merely eyed it in confusion. You rolled your eyes, “What? I take a lot of naps, okay?”

“I’m not judging,” he said in a tone that told you he was most certainly judging. “Are you sure it’s okay if I use it?”

“You’re gonna get pneumonia if you don’t.” You opened the blanket and threw it haphazardly over his shoulders, which was really the best you could do considering his height.

“Thank you... again,” he whispered. Seungjun repositioned the blanket around himself nervously, then quickly pulled the Twix bar out of the bag, “Let’s eat this right now!” Before you could respond, he tore open the plastic wrapper and handed one half to you and took the other for himself. “I haven’t had one of these in so long.”

You turned to him with wide eyes, “Seriously? How have you been coping?”

“I don’t know myself,” he sighed. He took a cautious bite, then returned your wide eyes.

“As good as you remember?”

“It’s a whole different world,” he whispered. You both laughed a little at your short-lived drama. It was the closest you had been to him the entire night, and you suddenly found yourself admiring his bright eyes and contagious smile. Clearly, it didn’t take much to spark some life into him, but you were glad you had done it. You continued eating silently after that, stealing quick glances every now and then as you both leaned against the side of your car. After a few moments, Seungjun continued, “So, do you live out here too?”

“No, I was just visiting my parents. I live in the city,” you replied vaguely.

“I see, I see. So... the chances of me seeing you out here again are pretty slim, right?”

“Well, I certainly hope so! I’d hate to almost run you over again, Seungjun,” you said. He looked down with a large smile on his face, even though you didn’t think your joke was that funny.

“Ah, that’s a bummer,” he whispered.

You choked on the bite you had just taken, completely taken aback. Not even ten minutes before, he had been walking around like a zombie, and suddenly he was coming onto you? Safe to say, you were shocked.

Seungjun reached out to hit your back, but you stepped back and waved a hand in front of you as your breath came back, “It’s fine, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you straightened up and took a few deep breaths, then levelled a glare on your company, “That’s the second time tonight you’ve almost killed me.”

“What? How was that my fault?” he asked defensively.

“You’re way too forward! If you’re gonna start flirting with me then at least give me a warning!”

“Who says I was flirting with you?”

Admittedly, you hadn’t considered that, but you decided to keep running with the argument now that you had already started the race with it, “‘That’s a bummer’? That was so flirting!”

“I just wanna see you again, how is that flirting?”

“It was your tone, Seungjun,” you huffed. You were prepared for another comeback, but instead you were met with a smiley boy all over again. “What the heck?”

“Okay, I admit it: I was flirting. Is that bad?”

“Well, we did just meet,” you reminded him, “On an abandoned road. In the middle of nowhere.”

“So?”

“It’s kind of a creepy setting to be flirting in, don’t you think?”

“No,” he replied quickly, “I think it must be fate that we somehow met each other in such an unlikely place.”

You bit down on your lip to hide your stupid grin, which rose up partially because he was funny and partially because he was cute. Even though you were 95% sure he wasn’t, you still asked, “How do I know you’re not really a serial killer?”

“Would a serial killer have let you live this long?” he rebutted, and you nodded.

“Yes, if it was part of their M.O.”

“Touché, Y/N.”

He looked down despondently when he seemed unable to convince you, which encouraged your next words, “I guess, the only way you could get me to believe you aren’t a serial killer...”

“Yeah?”

“Would be for us to meet in a better setting,” you finished. The remaining 5% caused you to quickly add on, “With more people.”

Seungjun started to laugh shyly again, “Okay, it’s a date.”

“No, it’s not a date,” you corrected, “it’s a meeting.”

“A meeting?”

“Yes. We will be meeting again... properly.”

“How is that not a date?”

You scrambled for something reasonable, “Well, because, if you don’t make a good impression, I’ll just walk out on you.”

“You can do that on a date, too.”

“I could also just do it right now,” you said, jokingly turning around and unlocking your car again.

Seungjun stood up straight and reached an arm out to you before you could open the door, “No, no! It’s great! It’s a meeting!”