You’re Not Going Home

Brooklyn’s Night

Type: One-shot about Brad Rated: Pg Word Count: 2452 Date: 3-1-19 | Requested: Yes Enjoy!

I found love but I allowed it to slip away from me. Everything was amazing with us but we allowed the petty stuff to tear us apart. It was so long ago that I can’t even remember what the fight was even about. I didn’t tell him that I was pregnant, that was one of my regrets. How can two people be in love one day and then the next has nothing to do with each other? I ran that question in my mind all the time, I wish I knew the answer. I wanted to pick up the phone so many times and call him. What would I say? I had no clue what we would say, would the love still be there? I gave birth to Brooklyn nearly 3 years ago. I moved out of the united kingdom and out of all the places to move so we moved to Brooklyn. It was just easier to be in New York, my work and my family was there. I could use all the help with Brooklyn but I still wanted Brad.

“What time do you have to be at work?” my mom asked.

“In about an hour” I nodded.

“You taking Brooklyn to daycare or do you want me to watch her?” she asked.

“Can you watch her?” I looked at her.

“Of course I can” she nodded her head.

“Thank you mom” I sat down at the kitchen table.

“I love watching her and being apart of her life” she also sat down at the kitchen table.

“I know you do mom, I’m glad I moved back here,” I said.

“Have you talked to Brad?” she asked. “No” I sighed before taking a deep breath in.

“Maybe you should, Brook will be turning 3 soon,” she said.

“We blocked each other on everything mom, I wouldn’t even know where to start,” I said.

“You better get off to work” she nodded.

I grabbed my bag and slipped my shoes on. I kissed Brooklyn’s forehead and then left the apartment. I went to my job but I couldn’t get Brad out of my mind. I sat at my desk and tried to focus on what I needed to do. I leaned my head against my hand as I started to have flashbacks about our love story. I laid back in the bed we shared, watching him walk out of the bathroom. He leaned against the bedroom door, watching over me.

“Come over here and lose that towel” I looked at him and bite my lower lip.

“Maybe I shouldn't” he smirked as he watched me.

“And why is that?” I asked.

“I love to watch you squirm,” he said.

“Oh, you do?” I asked as I made my way over to him.

“You know I do” he looked at me.

I leaned up kissing him softly, pulling on his bottom lip. I ran my hands down his chest and to his towel. I gently tugged it making it fall to the ground. I smiled as I looked at him, he placed his hands against my hips. He placed his lips against mine, moving us back towards the bed. I laid back against the bed pulling him over top of me. He moved his lips against my neck, I placed my hand against his chest. I let out a few moans as he pushed my shirt up above my head.

“Y/N” someone called.

“What?” I snapped out of my daydream and went back to work.

“What are you thinking about?” my friend asked

“Just something my mom asked me today” I sighed.

“Which is what?” she asked.

“About Brad” I looked at her.

“Oh,” she nodded.

“I wouldn’t even know where to start,” I said.

“You will figure it out,” she said.

We both went back to work and I pushed Brad out of my mind. I finally finished my shift it felt as if I was there forever. I got back to the house and of course, Brooklyn was already asleep. I went upstairs to my room and sat on the bed, undoing my shoes. I slipped them off as well as my socks, the memories started to rush back into my mind. I took a deep breath in and went into the bathroom. I started to the water and I leaned against the sink. I looked up at the mirror and for a split second, I thought I saw him. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in, a memory rushed back to me. He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. Looking in the mirror as he rested his head against my shoulder.

“Let’s take a shower, see how steamy we get it” he smirked as he kissed my neck softly.

“Steamy huh?” I bite my lip.

He turned me to face him, lifting me up onto the sink. He leaned down kissing me softly, I grabbed the back of his neck and kept the kiss between us. I wrapped my legs around his waist making sure he wasn’t going anywhere. He moved his lips against my neck, I left out a few moans. I leaned my head back as he moved down my body, gripping my shirt with his teeth. He pulled my shirt over my head and went back with his lips against my body. I pulled on his boxers as he continued to drive me crazy. I pulled him up kissing him softly but intensely. He pushed his boxers down, lifting me off the sink. I finished getting undressed and went into the shower, allowing the water to run over me. He wasn’t too far behind getting into the shower. Wrapping his arms around me keeping me close to him.  

“Mommy,” Brooklyn said.

“Uh,” I snapped out of and realized I was in the shower with my clothes on.

“I hungry mommy, open door,” Brooke said.

“I’m coming baby,” I said as I got out of the wet clothes and got into my robe.

I came out of the bathroom and picked her up. I took her into the kitchen and got her a snack, we sat at the table so she could eat. Once she finally finished I took her back upstairs but she didn’t want to go back to her bed. Of course, I gave in and allowed her to sleep in my bed. In the morning I allowed her to sleep in and I got up. I went downstairs and made breakfast, I sat down and ate mine. I put hers in the oven to keep it warm until she woke up. I opened my laptop and went through a few things. I searched around on social media and of course, I found myself on Brads page. I grabbed my phone and made that decision to reach out.

“Hello?” he answered the phone.

“Hey Brad, this is Y/N,” I said.

“Oh hey, how are you,” he said.

“I’m good” I nodded as I didn’t know what to say.

“I would love to sit down and talk, I hate how we left things,” he said.

“I do too, but I’m not in the united kingdom anymore” I sighed.

“I’m in New York for a few weeks, for media stuff,” he said.

“New York?” I asked.

“Yes New York, Where are you?” He asked.

“I’ve been living in New York,” I said.

“Oh cool, we should meet up,” he said.

“Where?” I asked.

“What about dinner? Shot me your address and ill pick you up” he said.

“Alright,” I said.

We both hung up and I sent him a text message with my address. I wasn’t sure if I should introduce him to Brooklyn before or after dinner. I started to get ready because I didn’t know what time he was going to come. I sat in front of the mirror and started doing my hair. Brooklyn woke up and ran over to me, hugging me and giggling. I smiled as he held her in my arms. If anything good came from this was her, just everything about her was perfect. I took her downstairs and gave her breakfast. I sat beside her and started to do some work on my laptop. Once she finished eating I took her upstairs and got her dressed.

“Where we going mommy?” she asked.

“I have someone that you need to meet,” I said.

“Who?” she responded.

“Your daddy,” I said.

“I have a daddy?” she acted as if she was surprised.

“Yea you do” I smiled slightly.

I finally finished getting her ready and I finished getting myself ready. I sat on her bedroom floor and did her hair and we started doing flash cards. She loved doing flash cards she was pretty smart for her age. I heard a knock on the door and Brooklyn got excited and ran downstairs. I went after her and helped her open the door, allowing Brad to come in.  

“Hey Y/N” he smiled and hugged me.

“Hey” I smiled as I hugged him.

“Who is this little one?” he asked as he kneels down in front of her.

“I Brooklyn,” she said.

“Hello Brooklyn” he smiled as he stood back up.

“We need to talk,” I said.

“Yea we do, I’m sorry about the fight,” he said.

“Me too, we shouldn’t have allowed it to come between us” I nodded.

“Are we going to dinner?” he asked.

“Yea but Brooklyn is coming as well” I nodded.

“Sure” he smiled.

I picked up Brooklyn and we left the apartment. I stood her in front of his car and went to get her car seat.

“You my daddy,” Brooklyn said.

“Uh? No sweetheart” Brad looked confused.

“Mommy says you are” Brooklyn folded her arms.

“I’ll talk to you mommy” he nodded.

I came back and put the car seat into his car. I placed Brooklyn into the car seat and made sure she was buckled down. I shut the door and was about to get into the passenger seat but he stopped me.

“Do you have something to tell me?” he folded his arms.

“What you mean?” I swallowed hard as I looked at him.

“Is she mine?” he asked.

“Yes” I wanted to say more but that’s the only word that came out.

“We will talk about this later, let’s just go,” he said as he opened the door for me.

I nodded and got into the car. He got in on the other side and we were off to dinner. I think him meeting Brooklyn changed his plans because we pulled up to chuck e cheese. He got out of the car and got her out of her car seat. We walked into the restaurant as he was holding her. We ordered pizza and drinks, he got her some tokens. They took off and started playing games and going into the jungle gym. I barely even saw them just when they came to the table to get drinks. With what I saw they both were having a ball. I called them back to the table when the pizza arrived. She climbed into his lap and started to eat. He had his arm around her making sure she doesn’t fall or get hurt as he ate as well.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“We will talk about this later” he nodded. “She’s beautiful” he smiled as he looked down at her.

“Thanks” I nodded.

“I want to be a part of her life, and yours,” he said as he looked at me.

“I would love that” I looked at him.

After Brooklyn finished eating and got off his lap. She grabbed his hand and started to pull him. He smiled and went with her and once again they were off. I ended up joining them, we were acting as if we had always been a family. She finally got tired and he picked her up. We left the restaurant and he placed her in the car seat and she fell asleep on the ride back home. He pulled up to the apartment and picked her up, making sure she stayed asleep. I showed him to her room and he laid her down in her bed.

“Thank you,” I said.

“She’s perfect” he smiled as he walked out of her room.

“I really am sorry that I didn’t tell you,” I said.

“I understand your reason but I’m here now and I want to be here,” he said as he grabbed my hand.

“Should we move to the U.K or stay here?” I asked.

“Could you two move?” he looked at me.

“Yea we could as long as we are stable” I nodded.

“I want to work on our relationship,” he said.

“I do too, I still love you” I took a deep breath in not knowing what he would say.

“I love you and always will” he kissed my cheek softly.

We went downstairs and talked about everything. The love that we shared was still there and it was as if no time had happened. I told him everything I could possibly tell him about Brooklyn. Just seeing her face light up tonight and laughing made everything worth it. He stayed with us over the next few weeks and they grew closer together. I realized I should have reached out earlier. I felt guilty that he missed out so much with her but they had forever to catch up. We did make that move back to the united kingdom. We moved into the house that he just bought an he made her the best princess room he could. Of course, she loved it because she loved everything princess. Our relationship started back out slow but we were on the right path. I had to get used to everything in the U.K again but I didn’t mind. I was back in that love state of mind and I loved every second of it. He always came back home from the studio early so he could read stories to Brooklyn and tuck her into bed. It was always Brooklyn’s night when Brad was around, she had her daddy wrapped around her little finger.

[10:48 PM] you’re strong, independent, and powerful. mingi knows that, he respects that, he loves that about you. but he also knows that sometimes, in moments like these, when you feel like everything in your world is crashing down around you and you’re losing control, that you need him to hold you, to wipe away your tears, to call you pet names like ‘little one’ that you would otherwise find belittling, to take care of you for a little bit, to tell you that everything will be okay and that you can stay there in his arms as long as you want, until you’re ready to be strong and brave and put your world back together

[ 12:19 AM ] — song mingi, for @super-zucchini

“i’ve been good,” you told him, words followed by a small pout as mingi grabbed you by the hand and sat you down on his luscious thigh. he tilted his head slightly and began rocking your hips against his clothed thigh. your pout gaped open, moans and gasps emitted from it.

“have you?” he asked, eyes dark and full of lust as you threw your head back. but he stopped. the pleasure was already building up, why did he stop? the surprised look on your face made mingi laugh. “make yourself cum on my thigh, baby. do all the work.”

he wasn’t kidding when he said ’do all the work.’ you, indeed, did all the work to make yourself cum, even if it meant slowly rocking yourself on his thigh. it irked you that he didn’t do anything, but then again… mingi always keeps to his word.

my stories

so I remodeled this list and now the stories close to the top are my newer and better ones while the ones further towards the bottom are my older stories - feel free to read as you like, the order is quite messed up to be honest. I hope you enjoy them anyway.

dancing with a stranger

she tries to find a distraction in somebody else after he has, too.

dancing with a stranger - pt2

he can’t fathom how he feels without her.

a hint of yoghurt

she’s reluctant to forgive him for forgetting about her while he was spending time with an ex.

moments after

intimacy

spoken in whispers

a quiet moment together.

our bruised souls

he does something he didn’t thought himself capable of.

warm affection

there’s nothing like being in love with each other

salted wounds

Harry is hurt and in need of a good friend, which she is.

salted wounds - pt2

H misunderstood something she said, but they might be okay.

she might be right

she might just be the girl for him, he might just be the guy for her, and it seems as though his mother knows that, too.

unwelcome hands

they meet when she is stuck in an uncomfortable situation.

your mouth and mine

H and the girl spend some lovely moments kissing each other.

not quite honest

he’s with her now, after he hadn’t intended to be.

unscripted - part1 

how to feel when the man of your heart is talking about one night stands.

unscripted - part2

how to feel when the man of your heart might have had a one night stand.

in need for more

she wants to stay after sex.

a good guy

he receives a very unwelcome call at night.

smelly pillows

H smells a familiar perfume on her pillow.

lovers.

all that’s important is being there.

not much of a surprise

she has something to tell him.

afraid of march

when one month can scare two people.

golden slumbers

life isn’t fair.

won her over

he wins her over.

cheese toasties

when she wakes up, H isn’t there.

absolutely infatuated

H loves taking pictures of her.

crossroads

He betrays his wife.

favorite means first

H doesn’t know how to feel when she mentions somebody else.

committed to you

they reassure each other.

screaming contest in schweizerdeutsch

H forgets she’s bilingual.

drops and cheeks

she panics and he didn’t expect it.

not together together

they’re not a couple, but kinda act like one.

woman.

she wants him to say it.

everything for you.

she makes his home a home.

overstepping a line.

he is kissed without consent.

behind closed doors

they’re together, but only when the door is shut.

locked doors and broken hearts

they argue, they try to make up.

tangled up 

how are you supposed to feel when H seems to not be serious. - first story with no specific gender for the main lead.

common ground

when there is love, there is a common ground.

ahead is my older stuff. not saying it’s bad. it’s just old. (er).

Teardrops and a Mug of Tea

You’re Harry’s rebound.

Regrets and a happy Smile - ( kind of a Part2 to Teardrops and a Mug of Tea )

Harry’s heart hurts when he realized how big of a mistake leaving Y/N was.

Need for Breath and finding Each Other - ( kind of a Part3 to Teardrops and a Mug of Tea )

… Cheating Series:

He has Someone Else

Harry’s girlfriend is confronted with the knowledge that he’s cheating on her and has no choice but to deal with the consequences.

He’s with Me - (kind of a Part2 to He has Someone Else)

Harry cheated on his girlfriend and now has to deal with her having left him for it.

How could I be sure? - ( kind of a Part3 to He has Someone Else )

Harry cheated on his girlfriend but finds it hard to let her go.

…

This could be Our Thing

Harry and his lovely girlfriend decide to have a little bake competition

Don’t want You to Hate Me

When Y/N awakes in a hospital, she has no idea what could have possibly happened to her and that Harry thinks telling her would make her hate him, doesn’t exactly help either.

Enchanted by Her

Harry simply cannot look away when he sees her whispering along to Pink Floyd.

You Never Disappoint

Inexperienced Y/N wants Harry to finally introduce her to a more intimate level of their relationship.

A Little Bit of Jealousy

Hardly anything upsets Y/N as much as when her Harry is being hit on.

Ordinary Things

Harry can’t make time for simple things.

No

Harry wants to have sex and Y/N… doesn’t.

Party Monster

Harry is left with taking care of his ex girlfriend, Y/N, after she’d had a drink that was a little too heavy.

You’re My Favorite

What to get to the man who has everything?

Unwanted Attention

Harry has this one friend who loves hitting on Y/N.

Search for Loneliness

Harry breaks Y/N’s heart.

Search for Loneliness - Part2

Harry broke Y/N’s heart but how come he misses her now?

Needing Comfort

Harry and Y/N have been fighting for days. On day four, Y/N starts to cry.

Sick of Losing You

Harry and Y/N lost each other when he found someone else.

Look at Me

Y/N can’t understand why H never looks at her.

No Need to Worry

H is grumpy and jealous but Y/N knows how to cheer him up.

Still in Love

H and Y/N used to have a bond until they cut each other out of their lives.

Words Aint Enough

Y/N never asked him to commit himself to her, but when Harry flirts with someone else it breaks her heart.

Only You

Y/N cries over having seen Harry kiss someone else and he tries his best to comfort his friend.

Driving Lessons

Harry is convinced he has to teach Y/N how to drive.

No more Crying

It’s after an argument that Y/N realizes she cannot take it anymore.

What We once were

Y/N is in love with Harry and doesn’t understand why he cuts her off.

A Tenderness They don’t Understand

Harry and Y/N are utterly in love with each other.

Why are You like this?

Y/N feels overwhelmed and doesn’t know how to let her Harry know.

Ambiguous Love

Jealous Harry rather leads Y/N on than sharing her with somebody else.

Cold on Your Fingertips

Y/N can’t feel her heart beat anymore.

Warmth on Their Fingertips ( Part2 to ‘Cold on Your Fingertips. )

H tries to win Y/N over.

Guess He’s really into Her, Mate

Harry really likes Y/N and is surprised when his friend is less supportive.

Reminder

Harry doesn’t hesitate to reassure Y/N of his loyalty to her.

Reversed Roles

H and her have lost their minds.

Pretty Close

H is pretty damn sure that Y/N is in love with him.

I’m happy for You

Dinner is really hard to enjoy when Y/N notices her ex, Harry, is on a date.

Drunk & in Love

Drunk Y/N can get very, very, smitten with Harry.

…

Christmas Harry - my blogmas Masterlist.

a collection of festive themed stories.

…

Choosing the wrong Priorities Part 1

Harry is urged to get back into the spotlight by staging a make out session with Kendall Jenner. His girlfriend isn’t too happy about that.

Choosing the wrong Priorities Part 2

Follow up to Choosing the wrong priorities part 1.

Choosing the wrong priorities part 3

Follow up to Choosing the wrong priorities part 2.

It never faded

You and Harry had a messy break up and after suffering a terrible heartache you’re ready to move on. That’s until he shows up at your door in the middle of the night.

Overhearing a confession

This is a One Shot about Harry being your best friend and falling asleep on top of you. Unfortunately, that’s the exact time your friend decides to talk about how obvious it is that you have feelings for each other.

A Difference between Like and Love

Harry and you are best friends stuck in the awkward transition between being friends and lovers.

On a scale from one to ten

Harry is caught up in his job and his girlfriend is fed up with it so they make a deal to put away their phones for the weekend and to spend some quality time together.

Admitting it

You’re Harry’s best friend who happens to be hopelessly in love with him. He doesn’t know, though and is dating Kendall Jenner. Until he shows up at your door.

A threatening Kiss

You and Harry are arguing after pictures of him making out with a girl are published online. He claims he’s innocent, but fed up and hurt you make him sleep at a hotel for the night.

A half full Coffee Mug

Requested AU imagine; In this one shot, Y/N is CEO Harry’s new assistant, whom he really likes to poke fun at. That is, until one evening on which Y/N has finally had enough.

From Friendship to more

Harry and Y/N are close friends and have a rather serious conversation at a mutual friend’s party.

You gave up on us

This is a one shot about Harry and his girlfriend talking and crying about how their relationship has developed and changed.

You gave up on us - Part 2

Follow up to ‘You gave up on us’ part one.

Settled Down

Harry entrusts Y/N with the first draft of the ‘Another Man’ article, in which he happens to talk about her as well.

Anger

Y/N loves Harry to pieces, however, not when he switches from being the nicest man to the complete opposite whenever he’s angry.

New Love

Harry is quite new at dating and though unsure how to behave around her, he knows he’s already in love.

A Duet sung by Himself

Harry takes his time for many people, however, not for his girlfriend.

A Duet sung by Himself - Part 2

Follow up to ‘A Duet sung by Himself’.

Ex-Girlfriend Troubles

Harry and Y/N’s Skype call is interrupted by no one other than his ex, Kendall Jenner.

There’s an Intruder in her Home

When Harry enters his girlfriend’s apartment, he’s quick to discover she has an uninvited guest.

The Styles Christmas Celebrations Routine

Harry and Y/N are a newly wed couple and disagree on when it’s time to open the christmas presents.

“dress” // choi yeonjun

[ 13:15 ] word count: 1,232

you rushed to your bathroom the moment your mom told you that your cousin’s wedding will be tomorrow. you haven’t bought a dress yet, just because wearing such thing wasn’t your ideal type. you preferred jeans and all kinds of shirts.

“why didn’t you tell me a bit earlier?” you whined as you packed your necessities.

“too busy.” she chirped, “i won’t be going with you so ask yeonjun instead.”

“oh, what?! that boy isn’t even interested with women’s fashion.” you implied, wearing your shoes.

“oh please, he wouldn’t reject his bestfriend right? and besides, i’m sure he can be a big help.” your mother replied with a smile. “also, don’t forget to buy heels, don’t spend too much.” she added, throwing her spare wallet for your allowance. you skillfully caught it and flipped your hair that covers your face.

you exited your house and fished your phone on your pocket, looking for yeonjun’s number and dialed it. “hey, do you have time?”

“i’m on a date.” he said. your brows furrowed as you glanced at your phone’s screen.

“seriously, is that date more important than me?” you questioned as you heard a chuckle from the other line.

“i didn’t say anything though, i’m just with soobin.” he said.

“well it is a date then?” you smirked.

“i can ditch him for you.” he replied. “what’s up? did kai pissed you off again?”

“no, fortunately that feisty little brother of mine is out there hanging out with beomgyu and taehyun.” you said. “come meet me at the mall near your dorm, i’m a damsel in distress.”

“sure, 20 minutes, i’ll be up.” he answered.

“thank goodness you’re so kind.” you said, faking your cry. yeonjun dropped the phone call and head towards his routine.

it’s already 15:39 in the afternoon and you badly need to get a fine dress and a pair of heels to match the wedding’s motif. you hated your mom for not telling you a week before it and now you’re in a hurry.

you were waiting for your handsome bestfriend outside the mall. it’s been more than 20 minutes and you’re getting impatient. you hated waiting, 20 minutes, is 20 minutes for you. no more, no less. but for yeonjun, you forcefully adjust your time. you love your bestfriend so much that you wanna burn him alive the moment you see him in a couple of minutes. and there he is, walking towards you with a big smile on his face.

“i’m sorry i’m late.” he said.

“apology accepted, let’s go!” you said, immediately pulling him inside the establishment, probably scanning every boutique you can find.

“what’s the dress for?” he asked.

“wedding.”

“whose wedding?”

“you know my cousin right? suho?” you asked as you look at the dresses being worn by the mannequins.

“yeah, that rich man.” he chuckled. “he finally settled down.”

“yeah but, can you please help me choose? i’m like taking forever with these.” you said pointing out the elegant dresses.

“is it fine to wear any color?” he asked.

“their theme is like between baby pink and sky blue.” you answered as yeonjun shrugged and went to ask the saleslady to help you about it.

he wanted something that matches your personality, simple yet elegant. she was doubting that he is your boyfriend that she finds it sweet for not complaining about your burdens. meanwhile, you were alone, looking for something that matches your interest. you found at least 5 dresses and went to yeonjun who picked something different.

“you wanted to try them all?” he asked.

“yeah, i like them.” you said. “did you find me something?”

“not yet.” he lied.

he gave the saleslady a nod to keep the dress he picked, away from your sight. it was a pink dress with floral design. it matches the motif that your cousin wants, thanks to yeonjun who knows what matches your personality. though it the same as you, simple but elegant and pretty.

you didn’t know how he feels for you during the past few years of being friends. you weren’t numb, it’s just that he really keeps his secrets very well. only soobin knows about it. he couldn’t help falling in love with you every single day. he has no reason why, all he know is, he loves you, more than anything.

“i’m trying them all.” you said, walking towards the fitting room. yeonjun sat down on the couch in front of your door as the saleslady stood beside him.

“it doesn’t suit you.” he said the moment you stepped out of the fitting room with the first dress.

“too short.” he said for the second one.

“not my type. next!” he said for the third one.

“you really have no taste in picking dresses.” he said for the fourth one. you groaned in frustration as you went to wear the fifth dress.

“hey! i’m hoping that this would turn out really nice or i’ll kill you!” you said inside the fitting room, and when you went out, yeonjun sighed.

“what are you going to do without me y/n?” he said. “you don’t look good with it.”

“then what should i – ” he snapped his fingers as the saleslady went to offer the dress with a pair of heels that he picked for you. your eyes widened as you saw the simplicity and elegance of the dress, the heels matched too.

“i asked her to match the dress with a pair of heels, so hurry up and wear them.” he said.

you gently snatched the dress from the saleslady and wore it as careful as you could. you bend down to wear the heels and locked the straps. you stood properly and slowly opening the door. in a split of a second, you became visible in his eyes. you saw his cheeks flushed as he turned away. he was speechless regarding to how effortlessly beautiful you look.

“it really suits you ma'am.” she said. “what do you think, sir?”

“very.. very beautiful.” he said. your heart started to beat faster and unknowingly, your cheeks flushed as well.

“i’m t-taking it, then. thank you.” after the process, you went back to your normal clothes and exited the boutique, deciding to go home. “aren’t you going to say anything?” you asked yeonjun who’s being quiet the whole time after he saw you with that dress. he’s walking you home right now and all is did is just staring at you. “what?”

“do you know why i picked that dress for you?” he asked.

“no, why?”

“because it’s like you.” he answered.

“what do you mean, like me?” you asked being confused.

“you’re blind, really.” he chuckled. “i picked that because it’s like you. simple yet elegant. you’re beautiful and it matches you.”

then there goes your heartbeat again, and your cheeks again. “well then, thank you?”

he stopped walking and grabbed your wrist, “it’s been years since we’ve been together as friends though, can we perhaps…” he paused, leaning closer to you, giving you a kiss on the lips. “take it to another level? i’m in love with you y/n.”

you went to kiss him again and smiled. he was caught off guard and didn’t expect that. he thought that you wouldn’t feel the same but, “i’ve been waiting for you to say that. i love you too, yeonjun.”

⊱⋅ ──────────── ⋅⊰

[ however, the gif that was used wasn’t mine so credits to the right owner.

but the imagine was made by me :’> thanks for reading. ]

[10:55 PM] you’re giggling in the back booth of a rundown diner with hongjoong, your legs over his lap as you split a plate of salty fries and a milkshake. his lips suddenly catch yours, and you’re not even mad that you were in the middle of sentence

Chan (A.C.E): Disrespect

“When are you ever going to respect me?”

“I thought you loved me.”

“I thought you cared for me.”

“But now I finally have come to the realization that…you never had any real love for me.”

Chan simply blinked at you in amusement at your dramatic rant. He put poor effort in hiding the smirk slithering across his face as you entered you two’s shared bedroom to speak to him about his comeback with his group. After going a year without releasing new music, him and his group members finally returned to the scene. And they weren’t holding back.

And he and the boys clearly must’ve done something good cause you were utterly flabbergasted. Hence why you barged into the room, stomping quite heavily despite your petite frame, and threw your phone down with their music video paused at the part where they did body rolls on the floor. As you went into dramatic actress mode, Chan fought hard to hide his smile as he listened intently to your words. But, he ended up failing due to you being undeniably cute in showing how much you liked their choreography.

“So I’m guessing you like our song and choreo, baby?” Chan asked slowly, a full-blown smile making an appearance on his face.

You huffed and crossed your arms, unknowingly causing Chan’s heart to burst. “And I’m guessing you like to see me in distress?” How you said it was more as an accusation than a question.

Chan snickered, indulging himself in your silly antics. “It’s worth it if it means my girlfriend/boyfriend is being supportive of me and my group.” He peered at you lovingly from under his lashes.

You rolled your eyes before ruffling your man’s fluffy hair. It was freshly-dyed red and you couldn’t help but swoon on the fact that it complemented his skin tone so well.

“Even though my heart feels like it could give out any minute, I am proud of you, baby. I’m proud of you and the boys.”

Chan smiled widely as he took your hand from its place on the top of his head and kissed each knuckle with the utmost adoration. “And I’m proud to have you as my other half, darling.” He made eye contact with you, displaying nothing but sincerity in his chocolate brown eyes.

Although you felt like your well-being was always being challenged by the sensuality that Chan possessed, you couldn’t deny that you loved every bit of it. And, just like Chan, you were just as proud to call him yours.

A/N: In celebration of A.C.E making their comeback with their newest MV for their title track, “Under Cover,” at exactly 11 o’ clock EST, I decided to write this piece. The minute I saw THAT moment where they were on the floor, I just could not NOT write a piece regarding the fact that I am absolutely, undeniably…WRECKED! But I hope you guys support these boys for it has been a MINUTE since they had new music out. They also have a mini album so please buy it and enjoy it. I hope you guys liked this piece I wrote and remain patient as I get back into the swing of things as my chapter in high school comes to a well-awaited close! 💓💓💓💓

Race (San)

Request: Hii, can you make 1, 5 and 33 with ateez, please? Thank yoooou 💜

a/n: i didn’t know which member you wanted so i picked san lol. 

1.“can I kiss you?”

5. “can you blame me when you look like that?” 

33. “I can hear your heartbeat”

*

“How long are you going to stare at me?” you jumped a bit at the boy’s sudden words. His eyes fluttered open as a smile formed on his lips, “you know it’s creepy when people watch others while they sleep,” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him on the large bed.

“Can you blame me when you look like that?” you sighed, pressing a small kiss against San’s lips before pulling away to see a small dust of pink along his cheeks.

“Aw, did I make you nervous,” you laughed, making his expression turn to a stoic one.

“What? Of course not” He scoffed, obviously bluffing, “Why would I get nervous?” You watched in awe at his attempt to hide his true feelings, which did nothing to fool you.

“I don’t believe that,” You moved closer to San, resting your head against his chest. Your hand absentmindedly played with the hem of his t-shirt and you could feel San tense up a bit at your actions.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” You giggled, pulling back again so you could watch his reaction. “And that speed is a little too fast for someone who just woke up and is not nervous,”

San rolled his eyes at your words but couldn’t hold back the smile on his lips.

“Fine,” He sighed, moving his hand so that it could rest against your cheek. His thumb gently swiped against the skin in that way that San knew you liked, “You just drive me crazy,”

“In a good way?” You raised a brow, earning a nod from San.

“In a good way,” He assured before his eyes began tracing your face, taking in every part of you that made him believe you were perfect.

“Hey,” His voice was barely above a whisper as he leaned closer to you, making your own heartbeat rise. You could feel his warm breath against your skin when he stopped moving in, “Can I kiss you?” Not even giving a response, you closed the distance between the two of you, letting your lips mold together in a gentle kiss that made your body tingle.

“You’re so beautiful,” San sighed in between kisses, making you giggle.

“So are you,” You smiled into the kiss and felt San pulling you closer against him. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging at the strands lightly as San deepened the kiss, making it more passionate than gentle. A small gasp passed you as you felt his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. Seeing your reaction to his action, San pulled away, a small smirk plastered on his face.

“I see I make your heart race too,”

NO SEX BEFORE BREAKFAST! (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Word Count: 828 (HOLY SHIZ THIS IS SHORT)

Warnings: Kissing? Does that count?

A/N: LET’S JUST IMAGINE THERE’S NO SUCH THING AS MORNING BREATH, OK?

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Newt woke up with something soft brushing against his face and a warm body pressed against him. He kept his eyes closed as he revelled in your touch and pulled you closer against him, making you squeal in surprise.

“Good morning.” You said, laughing softly. Newt just smiled and sighed deeply. “Are you not planning to open your eyes today, Mr. Scamander?”

“I think I need a moment, Miss Y/L/N.” He responded. “You can go back to doing what you were doing.” He mumbled, making you laugh again.

“Ok, you interrupted me anyway.” You said, your light touches gracing his face again. He let you do whatever you were doing for a while before asking what you were actually doing. “I’m counting your freckles.” You answered. An amused smile pulled at his lips and he opened his eyes to find you lying in front of him, brows furrowed in concentration.

Читать дальше

Flexibility (Bill Denbrough x Reader)

Requested: nahhh

Pairing(s): Bill Denbrough x Reader

Warnings: sexual innuendos (richie will be richie), implications of smut, THEY ARE AGED UP IN THIS, I REPEAT, THEY ARE AGED UP IN THIS (maybe like 16 or 17)

A/N: day 18 of Christmas Fic Countdown!!! enjoy!!!

Gif Credit belongs to @billbenbev

You and the losers were gathered in the library for the third time this week, attempting to study. I say attempting because Richie always managed to get you all off topic somehow, no matter the subject.

The purpose of this study group was to get Bill to confess to you. With your consent of course, the losers decided they would nudge you and Bill together by teasing and flirting with you. You know, to try to get him to make a move. And since finals were soon, the study group was born.

Today, you all weren’t too off topic, but you weren’t completely focused either. You and Bill were attempting to study world history notes from your notebook, because his went “missing” (courtesy of Richie). Eventually, you leaned back against your chair with a huff.

“Dude, my handwriting is like hieroglyphics,” you said. “How are you even reading this?”

Bill chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I think it’s p-pretty.”

You both gazed at each other with amused smiles. And then, Beverly found the perfect thing in her health textbook.

“Hey, [name],” she said. You broke your gaze from Bill’s. 

“Yeah?”

“You’re flexible, right?”

You simply smiled, while Bill’s face heated up.

“Yes, I am,” you confirmed.

Beverly smiled. “We’re writing an essay on flexibility in health, so could we use you as a source of information.”

You shrugged. “Sure. What do you need to know?”

“Basic things, mostly,” Richie said. “Like, why are you flexible?”

“Well, a lot of things contribute to that,” you hummed. “Age, height, gender. Sometimes it’s solely based on activities you do that keep you stretching in those sort of ways.” Bill’s face turned beet red, but you didn’t notice. 

“So, tell us, [name],” Richie said, leaning closer to you from across the table. “What activities have you been doing that keep you flexible?”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, leaning forward as well. “Not any that you’re thinking of, I’m sure.” You pushed up his glasses and leaned back again. “But, yes, technically that could be classified as an activity that would keep your muscles flexible.”

You and Richie smirked at each other from across the table while Beverly laughed. Bill cleared his throat uncomfortably, making your gaze fall back to your notebook. You all went back to studying semi-peacefully. But Beverly didn’t miss when Bill leaned forward and whispering something in your ear, then announced he was going to the bathroom and left.

She watched as your face heated up ever so slightly. You closed your notebook. “I’m going to look for a book to decipher my handwriting.” You stood with a small smile. “I’ll be back.”

When you were out of sight, Richie turned to Beverly. “Something’s happening?”

Beverly nodded. “Something’s happening.”

“Way ahead of you,” Stan sighed, standing and follow the path you had took through the bookshelves.

He came back a minute or two later, his face a light shade of pink, but also adorning a smirk.

“So?” Ben questioned.

“Making out by the history books,” Stan said, returning to his seat. “I’m sure they’ll explore more about flexibility this weekend when [name]’s parents are out of town.”

Ben, Beverly, and Richie high-fived in victory while Eddie muttered, “Disgusting.”