Can i request a 3 & 6 for NCT Lucas?? Thank you in advance!!
3 : "Babe, can you pretty please tie my shoe?" | 6 : "Ew, did you just kiss me? On the lips?"
– Pairing : Lucas × female. reader | Genre : fluff, humour, established relationship, marriage au, domestic au | warnings : none | word count : 541 |
The sun is glowing brightly, filling the apartment with a tint of gold. You are sitting near the window, accompanied by a novel.
After 20 minutes into the book, your husband’s whine distracts you. "Y/n!!!" your husband lets out a loud whine of your name. You peer at the clock in your living room, realizing that he has to leave for a meeting shortly. You do a quick job of taking out a bookmark from your counter and inserting it in between the pages you were reading. As you do that, your husband’s whines get louder. You come to your bedroom to spot him battling to knot his necktie.
"Y/N-" he stops when he looks at you at the door, his eyes silently pleading you to help him, "Babe, can you pretty please tie my shoe?", you shake your head at him and step forward while gesturing him to stand up. Legs moving as he stands up, apparently illustrating that he is running late and restless.
You stand up after tieing his shoelaces and peek at him. He stands there staring at the clock with a huge pout on his face and his legs shaking wildly. He feels your eyes on him and smiles cheekily, "and my necktie, please?" his eyes turn playful as you rise on your toes to reach his height. Your hands find support on his chest and you struggle to balance yourself. Realizing that teasing you will simply make him more late, he leans forward for you to knot his necktie. You quickly knot his tie and instantly hit him on his chest, resulting in him breaking into a loud snicker. His eyes crinkle at the sides and his arms cage around you.
You both have achieved a specific stage in your marriage where you both don’t require to speak up to communicate. It may sound strange, yes, but it has been like that for a while now. Being his girlfriend for 3years and now his wife for 1 year you know precisely how his brain functions, you can easily envision what he is going to deliver at what point and what he is going to do in specific conditions. The same goes for him.
You run your hands through his hair, immediately smiling as his face cracks into a pout because now you have ruined his hair. You smooth his hair, bringing it into its place where it was formerly settled. Rising on your toes, you kiss him on the lips.
“Ew, did you just kiss me? On the lips?”, his lips immediately burst into a broad grin as you roll your eyes. Moving backward, you try to release yourself from his arms. "oh, oh, sorry! Sorry! Kiss me again please" he brings you back into his arms and puckers his lips for you to kiss him. You move closer to his lips. He feels your breath near his lips when it suddenly vanishes as he feels you kiss his cheeks. "On the lips!!" he whines. "Nope, " you say and duck yourself, escaping his arms and running into the kitchen as he chases behind you.
The clock shows he is late, but the clock should understand better. He just wants kisses from his wife!
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Summary: You love your boyfriend Lucas, you really do. But sometimes, his chaotic tendencies led him into all kinds of trouble. And you never, ever laugh at him. Totally. Not even when he puts himself in a compromising position. Not even once.
Genre: Fluff, Comedy
Warning(s): Please remember health & safety when putting up lights (they can get hot, you can trip over the wires, you could get tangled up in said wires...) as well as being very careful when using ladders. If you are not 100% certain that the ladder is stable, then do not use said ladder. Please, save your skulls.
Word Count: 1383
Theme Song: I’m Falling - Golden Child I promise I didn’t choose the song for the title no one is going to fall I swear
AN: 5th Dec prompt (credit to @songi-writes) decorating the house. I now realise that the original intention was likely to decorate the interior of the house but like, eh, since when did I ever follow the rules hehe. Also, I love Lucas, I love my big dumbass so so much. He’s just so sweet and kind and dumb—did I say I loved my dumbass?
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You loved your boyfriend.
You really did.
He was everything you wanted in a man.
Kind. Caring. Affectionate. Sweet. Amusing. Talented—
You get the idea.
The point is, there was one thing he lacked.
That thing, was common sense.
And said lack of common sense got him in all sorts of situations that you never would have expected a man like himself to get in.
However, you wouldn’t change a thing.
Because one, you loved him in his entirety.
And two, no matter what scenario it was, it never failed to be absolutely hilarious to watch.
All you had to do was make sure he didn’t get hurt in the end and voila: free entertainment.
This was why, on the night of December the 5th, Lucas was up at the very top of an old rusty ladder, with his back to the fading daylight and his girlfriend, standing at the bottom a few feet away.
An old mattress, lent to you by your neighbours, had been on its way to a skip when you politely asked if you could use it as a precaution.
They hadn’t understood why you needed it, and you weren’t sure how to explain it either.
Then Yukhei had suddenly sprinted from one side of the road to the other, chasing a drone (it was Haechan’s new toy apparently, though you knew exactly who bought it, and exactly who its real owner was, but you knew better than to get involved in the dorm politics again and so didn’t bring it up) and a few seconds after going out of sight, he reappeared and ran all the way back again.
They gave you the mattress with few extra words.
It sat at your feet, where you presumed he was most likely to land if he was to fall off the ladder, whilst he jostled with the lights.
They were cheap, thank god, on the off-chance (which you had calculated to be pretty high) that he would drop them, but you did hope he’d get them up soon, with as few broken bulbs as possible.
Not only would it be more money to spend, but there’d likely shards of plastic or glass to deal with and that was much more effort than you’d signed yourself up for.
“Yo babe!” he called down from the penultimate step at the top.
“Yeah?”
You couldn’t wait for what came out of his lips next.
“Look at me! I’m so much taller than you!”
“Yep,” you squinted up at him, trying not to let your chuckles edge into your voice, “you sure are! Not that it’s much different on the ground, though,” you added, muttering to yourself.
“Yaaa, what’s it like to be so short?” he asked, laughing to himself mainly. “With your head so close to the ground, like...”
You rolled your eyes.
“How do you see over high counters? Go to concerts? Or reach top shelves?”
“Ah yes,” you announced, “the famed top shelf! You see, we level up our manipulation and charm skills so we can talk those who rolled higher stats in height into doing things for us.”
You heard him laugh and nod his head, but it was the chuckle that appeared when he didn’t really get what you were saying.
Instead, you watched him shimmy down the ladder, to shift it across a few steps and clamber back up.
You flinched as there was a loud creak from one of the ledges as he stepped on it.
It wouldn’t actually break.
He wouldn’t actually fall.
Right?
As you’d zoned out, his joyous shouts brought you back into reality.
Looking back up, your breath caught in your throat.
“Hey! Look babe! I’m a giant!”
He was jumping on the top most step, brandishing an end of the lights in his hands, the other rings around his arm. The ladder was shaking, and you could see the leg dipped in the gravel was slipping.
Oh dear lord.
“Yukhei, baby, please be careful!”
“I am being careful!” he insisted, “I am the definition of careful!”
It was at that moment when the entire ladder juddered. Yukhei immediately caught onto the roof and steadied himself.
After your heart had returned back to your chest from rising into your mouth, you exclaimed, “Yukhei!”
He peered down at you from over his shoulder, the grin you knew so well lighting up his face, and his (in)famous laughter floating over the air. “I’m ok, don’t worry!”
“Well, I’m gonna keep worrying until you’re done up there and have both of your feet on the ground!” You strode over to the ladder and held the legs still as best as you could. “Please just... hurry up back on down here.” You bat your eyelashes as cliché as you could manage. “I haven’t had a cuddle in forever and it’s starting to make me so sad...!”
He pouted cutely, but your move worked. He began hanging up the lights at thrice the speed he’d previously done, and in minutes, with a couple of stretches, he was finished.
And no sooner were they all up, he was down from the ladder, his strong arms picking you up and spinning you around.
“I’m back!” he announced, smile as bright as the moon.
“You are!” You added, “And alive!”
“And now,” his voice dropped lower, “I can make sure my girlfriend is no longer sad, by cuddling her as much as she wants!”
You accepted the invitation, leaning in to press yourself into his warmth, when you spotted a vacant look in his wide, glistening-clear eyes, his lips parting as he blinked.
The look of a thinking Yukhei.
“What is it?” you enquired, not bothering to follow his line of sight as it never was related to what he was pondering on.
You wondered if you would hear the tick of a clockwork system if you held your head beside his whilst he thought, cogs kicking into gear as he formulated an idea.
“Hang on, just one second!” he reasoned, dashing off round the house, out of sight.
You watched as he went, considering if he wanted you to follow him or not and thus stay round the front.
Luckily it wasn’t long before you received an answer.
The lights were a vast improvement to the plain cream walls, embellishing them with a gold and silver made it look as if the house was much grander than it actually was. As if fairies had pitched in their hands to make it a home for the two of you.
They also brought something into your heart.
Whether it was a pride or a joy you couldn’t quite tell, but it did suddenly feel to you as if Christmas was genuinely coming in a few weeks, and that the mellow warmth that accompanied it every year would return this time too—even if the hundreds of days that preceded it weren’t always painted with gold.
As you were distracted, dumbly staring up at the lights, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you.
Holding you as close to his body as he could, Yukhei nestled his chin in your hair, swaying the two of you gently to a beat in his own head.
“There,” he hummed, deep voice resonating through to your heart, “you’re not sad anymore, right?
“No, I’m pretty happy now,” you murmured, nuzzling your face into his chest.
Though Yukhei brought you no end of joy from being his chaotic self, it was these moments that you prized more than any other.
It was when you felt at home at last, and when you were most happiest.
“We should go inside,” you suggested, fingers tracing lines on his back.
“Aww,” he cooed, “are you cold, baby?”
You smirked, slipping free from his arms. “Yeah I am, so you’d better come inside with me and do a better job at keeping me warm!”
He took this as a challenge, grin wide and shoulders squared. “First one inside doesn’t have to make the hot chocolate!”
The two of you didn’t even hesitate, taking off into a run.
The ladder was left by the front wall, but you didn’t care. You’d deal with it tomorrow, once you’d finished snuggling with your Yukhei. Even though you’d likely be preoccupied for quite some time.
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AN: I am very tired but I finished it! I’m not sure it’s as good as my others but I really tried I promise. This won’t be the last time I write for him (hopefully I won’t be as tired then)
Thank you for reading!
