#I’ll wear my solo ring earring and see if it makes a difference tomorrow

[erlandious]

My friend’s friend has been acting strange and taking every opportunity to compliment me and act really shy, so either she’s suddenly madly in love with me or she’s planning my murder. Place your bets

#my thoughts #I was wearing my pretty earrings today though #so it might be the earrings that’s got her like that #I’ll wear my solo ring earring and see if it makes a difference tomorrow #I might also wear my cargo pants and way darker clothes #because she’s a very light-oriented person #she might just be attracted to how brightly colored I was today #like a bird #lmao #she’s gorgeous btw #like she’s the kind of person who’s so cute and then also murder people as a hobby #so I don’t know if I want her in love with me #but I have no clue why she’d want me dead #I guess we’ll find out

[erodasfishtacos]

The Brits Dilemma

” Prompt: Harry & Y/N go to the Brits. It’s the first time they’ve been away from their baby. Y/N is struggling but doesn’t want to ruin the night for her husband.

Word Count: 1.8 k +

Warnings: Depictions of breastfeeding

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The award show was going well. It was the first time Y/N had been out in nearly three months besides a few brunch dates and grocery shopping.

Usually, she was pretty confident in what she wore to accompany her husband to all of these flashy events - but not tonight.

Her bump had deflated but she was still attempting to get rid of the stubborn pouch that stayed after the baby had been born. It wasn’t anything out of the norm - just still trying to lose it.

She was breastfeeding and her breasts were much larger than before. They felt heavy and too big for her body. Not to mention, they were constantly swollen and achey. Pads were a must so she doesn’t leak through the tight satin black dress.

The dress was a beautiful custom design by Gucci that complimented Harry’s sharp suit but nothing felt right. It was digging into her sides and made it hard for her to sit on her chair.

The Brits were held in the O2 Arena which wasn’t very far from their London home but she felt like she was lightyears away from her baby. Even though she knew Sasha was in good hands with Anne.

Y/N was so proud of Harry for being up for five - yes, five different awards. It was a record for him and she didn’t want to let him down by complaining. It was his night. He’s been such a devote father - he deserved a break too.

So she swallowed down the anxiety she was feeling about being away from their little newborn for the night along with her worries about her changing body.

There was milling about between the tables before the show got started. Harry had people coming up him constantly - congratulating him on the album, the nominations, the baby.

Married life and fatherhood suited him well. A dazzling wedding band on his left ring finger, a necklace with an S for his daughter, along with her name freshly inked on right above his butterfly tattoo.

The open jacket he wore with is his barely buttoned dress shirt displayed it proudly. It was beautiful, done delicately in a timeless cursive. The font match his wife name that was tattooed on his hand.

He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t excited to have a night out with his wife. He had Jeff booked a hotel for the night to have some alone time with you while his mum got to enjoy a night with her only grandchild.

Y/N was counting down the hours up until tomorrow when she could go home to see her baby. She should really tell Harry that she wants to go home and not out to a club and the hotel.

But the it just slowly starts to deteriorate further when a bald, plump business exec comes to greet the two of you. He gives his warm wishes about the birth of your child before smiling at Y/N and stating, “The baby weight will come off soon enough.”

Her throat closes up a bit and she self-consciously tries to push her chair closer to the table. It was the last thing that she needed to hear. Confirming all of her worst insecurities.

Harry glares at the man before turning to his wife, “Hey, you look s’perfect, my love. I’m so bloody lucky you’re mine.”

He’s truly trying his hardest to bring a smile to her face but he notices it’s never quite meeting her eyes. 

It get even worse when Harry gets his first award, male solo artist of the year. 

As she’s standing and clapping for him - she realizes she’s beginning to leak through her nipple inserts.

Y/N excuses herself in the middle of his acceptance speech to rush through the string of tables - out into the corridor. The last thing she wanted to do was for it to show up on a very expensive dress.

The echo of his voice can still be heard, “Love to thank my beautiful wife who makes writing sappy love songs easy and was the main inspiration for my recent album. She also just gave birth to our beautiful baby.....”

She feels awful when she tunes him out, finding the bathroom and hurriedly rushing in. There’s a gorgeous woman standing at the sink, washing their hands. 

Fucking Taylor Swift.

Any other time it’d be awkward and uncomfortable - running into an ex who wrote multiple songs about her husband.

But she couldn’t careless right now, “Hi, erm, this is really weird but could you unzip my dress? I’m leaking and - shit that was way too much information.”

But Taylor smiles kindly, “No! It’s okay, totally. No worries. Congratulations on your baby - you look so hot tonight.”

Y/N laughs and thanks her for unzipping the dress before going into a stall and locking the door. She slides her bra straps off her shoulders and disposes of the soaked pad in the sanitary bin.

Luckily, she has a clean burp rag that she gently swipes at her breast - wincing as it brushes against her swollen nipples. Even the soft fabric felt too rough on them.

It’s a minute or two before the bathroom door swings open, “Y/N? Lovie? Are you in ‘ere?”

She feels guilt at the panic in his voice. Managing to croak out, “I’m in here,” before leaning forward to unlock the door.

Harry waste no time in sliding into the stall before latching the lock again. Taking in the sight of his wife in front of him.

“I-I started leaking, M’sorry,” Y/N whispers, she has no reason to feel embarrassed but she is. “I missed your speech.”

“None of that, baby. I’ll give more speeches for you to hear - I only care that you’re okay. I’m sorry y’leakin, lemme help you, pet.”

In true Harry fashion, he takes the rag and turns on the sink - running it under warm water before carefully cleaning his wife up.

“Are they botherin’ you? They look irritated and super swollen, darling,” Harry frowns, a very gentle thumb coming to brush against her nipple. Then cupping her swollen breast in his hand, thumb rubbing at the pink skin.

“Just a little bit,” She lies, they’re absolutely on fire with chafing and skin irritation from the bra she’s wearing. She never thought she’d miss her nursing bras and sports bras this much.

He nods and helps place new inserts in her bra. Who’d think this is what Harry would be doing between accepting awards. Everyone unassuming in the arena.

**

Harry has been four for four thus far into the ceremony. They’d only had him go up and give two acceptance speeches. His hand firmly planted on his wife’s thigh throughout. 

When he went up for his second award, the camera zooms in and the crowd coos are he plants a kiss on his wife’s lips before pulling her into a hug - whispering something into her ear the audience can’t hear.

He was much more focused on his wife. He could read her fairly well - he’d like to think. Enough to know she’s having much fun. But he didn’t want to bring it up and make her feel bad.

Harry sees the way she keeps adjusting her bra, fidgets with his rings when his hands in his lap, and not even really looking up while one of her favorite artist - Dua Lipa -performs.

Y/N loved a good party before the baby. So Harry was hoping going to the Brits afterparty would make her feel better and then going back to their hotel room for a some alone time.

**

Y/N has been increasingly quiet when they’re exiting the arena after the final award artist of the year - which Harry had also won.

He was on cloud nine and admittedly a little distracted as he joked and laughed with a small group of friends on the way out. 

“Alright, should we all just pile into a cab for the ride to the party?” Nick Grimshaw asks everyone.

Everyone is in agreement - including Harry -as he calls to order one - standing in the blocked off area away from fans and paparazzi.

Y/N wants to tell him she wants to go home to Sasha but when she hears him say, “Can’t wait to get to Exhibit - haven’t been there in forever. One of my favorite clubs.”

She bites her tongue. Harry is enjoying his night out - why can’t she?

In the taxi, she’s sat on Harry’s lap as they make their way to the club. His one hand is on her inner thigh and the other is on her waist holding her steady.

In the morning, she’ll blame her post-partum hormones and anxiety. But she doesn’t even realizing her eyes are filling with tears and when she blinks they spill down her face.

She wouldn’t feel as embarrassed if she wasn’t in the car full of literal celebrities who are filled with adrenaline and excitement. Chattering and drinking from little liquor bottles they’d snuck in their jackets and clutches.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Rita Ora asks from her seat - noticing the streaks ruining your makeup.

She nods pathetically, wiping at her eyes but Harry is turning her to face him. His bright green eyes filled with concern as he studies her face.

The previously very obnoxiously loud cab becomes silent as they try to give the couple a semblance of non-existent privacy.

“What’s happening, dove? Are you hurting?” Harry panics, coming to wipe the smeared makeup away.

“I don’t want to go to the club,” Y/N sniffles, squeezing her eyes shut at how embarrassed she is of her behavior. She would usually never act this way - especially in public. And Harry knows that so it makes him even more concerned.

“That’s okay, pet. We can go have a night in, when the cab stops - we can uber back to the hotel,” Harry soothes, surprised when that brings on fresh tears.

“N-no, I want to go home. I miss the baby, I want to- need to see our baby. I-I can’t do this. My anxiety is through the roof, Harry. What if she can’t sleep? Or isn’t taking the bottle?”

“Baby, breathe, breathe. We can go home. I miss the bub terribly too. Have been worried about her all night.”

Harry tugs his wife into his chest further - tucking her head into his neck as he shoots his friends grateful looks. They all nod, sympathetic and understanding - despite them not having kids of their own.

**

“I ruined your night,” Y/N says softly in the back of the uber home. “I leaked during the show; cried in front of all your friends.”

Harry takes her chin gentle but firm until she meets his gaze, “You didn’t ruin anything f’me. All I care about is you and the baby - not some stupid award ceremony or party.”

He continues on, “You just gave us Sasha three months ago - y’bloody amazing. Best mum, best wife. Sexiest too - know you don’t think that right now but your body literally grew my baby. I get a hard-on everytime I see you.”

They both laugh, Y/N leaning forward to capture her husbands lips in a meaningful kiss of gratitude and thanks.

**

Anne smiles kindly when the two of them arrive home. A very fussy, red-faced swaddled baby coddled in her arms. 

“She hasn’t settled for quite a while now - she missed her parents very much,” Harry’s mum tells them, transferring her into her father’s arms. He’s automatically rocking and running his thumb over her cheek.

“Ooh, we missed you. Was Nana nice to you?” Harry coos. Sasha has already quieted and is blinking tearfully up at her smiling father.

“Such a good girl, best girl,” Y/N sighs, leaning in to kiss her downy hair. Harry’s hand coming to wrap around his wife’s waist as they peer down at their perfect little daughter.

Anne smiles at his son and daughter-in-law fawning over their little creation with so much love and adoration.

After a minute of chatting -Harry’s mum makes her way up to the guest room after a long night with a miserable baby. They make their way to their room where Y/N strips out of her tight dress and awful bra. 

She sits against the headboard in just a pair of soft cotton panties. Harry is gently shushing her and humming a melody as his wife gets situated. He knew she was anxious to feed the baby.

“That’s it my sweet thing. Y’missed us, hm? We missed you too, bub. Nana said y’wouldn’t take the bottle. Only want your mumma, hmm?” Harry coos, kissing her chubby cheeks.

He’s then giving Y/N the baby, who ferociously latching within seconds and begins eating like she’d been starved for the last week. Making weak little rumbles as she does so.

They both giggle fondly, Y/Ns fingers come to touch her fluttering cheek - memorizing her over and over again.

Harry gets onto the bed and settles next to the both of them. Watching his baby feed in amazement at what his wife was capable of. He smears a few kisses against her bare shoulder - hand on his baby’s back.

How strong she was - as he knew it had to be at least a little bit painful with how irritated her nipples had been. He can tell when she winces every once in a while.

He plants a few more kisses to her warm skin - noticing her eyes getting a bit droopy as Sasha feeds at a slow, suckling pace.

“If I’m being honest, being with you - watching you feed our baby...I’d rather be here than at any club.” 

Y/N snorts, rolling her eyes, “Sure.”

Her husband frowns, “M’serious, this is all I need, baby.”

“I love you, congratulation on all your Brits,” Y/N murmurs, pecking at his lips.

“I love you too. I meant it, during my speeches. I wouldn’t have been able to write those songs if you hadn’t inspired me. You’ll and the bab will always be the best muse.”

#Harry Styles #harrystylesfanfic #harry styles writing #harry styles drabble #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #dad!harry #dad harry styles #husband!harry #husband harry styles #fic recommendation #harry styles fic rec #harry styles masterlist #harry styles writing request #harry styles request #harry styles reader #requests open!

[yutahoes]

Ghost of You

pairing: idol! Yuta (NCT member) x idol! Y/N (solo idol-actress)

word count : 5k words

genre: angst

summary: He was the one who ended everything. But you’re like a ghost that kept haunting him. 

warning : break up, alleged cheating, pregnancy, a fic where you just want to strangle Yuta to death 

Based on this ask. I’m sorry, I tweaked the story and changed some of the song (especially the Olivia Rodrigo one because it doesn’t fit the story) The songs I used are linked in the story. Also, I have no idea how the idol world works and please note that this is just fanfiction. Please Enjoy reading. 

Broken glass, an empty unruly apartment. Signs that a big fight happened. All because of a tabloid article of him seeing his co-host late at night. Yuta argued that she needed someone to talk to and Y/N was angry that he winged their anniversary V-live just for this. “You can tell me if you’re sick of me, Yuta.” she claimed that made him hiss. “Don’t you think I didn’t notice? You’re always making up things just so you can’t meet me.” 

“That’s not true!” Yuta shouted. “I am busy.” 

Tears ran down her face. “Then explain how Jungwoo had lunch with me last Friday when you said that you’re practicing with your members.”    

“Stop saying that I don’t even make time for you.” His voice raised in frustration. “When all you do is hang out with that co-star of yours.” 

The girl scoffed. “So it’s my fault now? It’s work, Yuta.” It’s always the same reason. “I asked you a lot of times if you’re alright with the drama and you never mention anything. Now, you’re using it against me?” 

The guy shook his head. “Let’s talk about this tomorrow. I’m tired.”

“And I’m also tired.” She whispered. “Let’s end this, Yuta.” She threw the promise ring before leaving the apartment. 

The news next day was about Y/N erasing pictures of them in her social media accounts. The breakup news between the solo idol and the NCT member followed. Taeyong just shook his head watching Yuta exit the CEO’s office with droopy shoulders. “I really like her for you, hyung.” Mark claimed when he entered the practice room. 

He didn’t know where it went wrong. They were happy. Everyone likes their relationship. His fans are her fans, and hers are his. They were tagged as the greatest idol couple, often paired in dances since it’s both their strengths. Y/N was casted in a period drama and he’s a supportive boyfriend who visited her the first day of the filming and thanked everyone for taking care of his girlfriend. She filmed romantic scenes, kissing her actor co-star. And he was fine. “It’s work, Yuta.” She would always say. And he would just smile. 

He started hosting a radio show with a female Japanese idol and he was cold at her, wanting to stir away from controversy. But as her drama progressed, with more romantic scenes and more kissing, he felt left out. She’s becoming a star. And he’s becoming Y/N’s idol boyfriend. Slowly, he’s getting fed up with the relationship that’s slowly getting centered on her. 

It felt like a breath of fresh air that it all ended now. Like a thorn removed from his aching heart. 

All the public’s sympathy went to her, as he expected. She’s the star. The more famous one among the two of them. So he just painted himself as the bad guy by confirming that he’s dating his co-host which surprised the other girl. The agency was surprised at the decision but it became such a media frenzy that their radio show got high ratings every week. Even the sales of their album spiked up and he became known as NCT’s Yuta and not as someone’s idol boyfriend.

Everything is getting better. 

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It was the end of the year award show when they crossed paths again. They were doing a great job avoiding each other. Why now? Nine members meant a vacant seat from the round table artists are seated at. The staff repeatedly apologized but as kind as she is, she just smiled and sat between Doyoung and Jaehyun, just across Yuta. She greeted all the members, even complimenting Haechan’s hair and Taeil’s suit. “Congratulations on best album.” she greeted, smiling widely to avoid the awkwardness. 

“Aren’t you releasing an album as well?” Johnny asked that made her nod. “Another dance track?” Taeyong asked but Y/N shook her head saying that it was a ballad album and that she will perform later. The guys were obviously surprised, ballad isn’t her best track. She’s more known for her dancing skills so it is indeed a huge surprise. 

When the best female idol awardee was called, the NCT members all stood up to congratulate her. Jungwoo even helped her with her pink lace gown. She did the usual thank you message: thanking her parents, the almighty being, the management, the staffs, and her fans. “And lastly…” Yuta gasped. Whenever she gets an award, she thanks him lastly for comforting and always supporting her. “Please watch out for my album.” He felt his heart drop, especially when she smiled that angelic smile. Why is she shaking him like this? 

Yuta was already bored. He just wants to go home. The lights dimmed and the emcees announced her as the next performer. Because it’s a live performance, they showed some clips of her photoshoot for her new album. He had to agree that this concept fits her. She looked prettier than when they used to go out.

He was more surprised to see an orchestra accompaniment behind her on stage. Her, seated on a platform, wearing a white sequined dress that shines like stars when the spotlight shone on her. The crowd clapped just as the start of the song played. (Imagine this as the performance.) 

The other members warily glanced at him. A break up song. Why isn’t he surprised? 

My dream changed - instead of a famous singer, I tried to become a good wife

He remembered how she would always try to learn to cook whenever she had extra time. She never mentioned anything to him. It was until one night, they were laying next to each other, when she asked him if he wanted her to continue being an idol. That made him curious that time. She loved performing. Why would she ask that? 

Now, he knew why. 

By the time the second chorus rolled in, he was just amazed at how she could sing those notes while seated down. Her singing really got better. 

Someday you’ll probably call me then I hope you will be a man and congratulate me

Because this is all thanks to you, I’ll prepare a good thank you message for you

He can hear Mark giggling beside him. Johnny pursed his lips as if preventing to laugh. “Hyung, please record her thank you message.” the youngest member teased that made him annoyed. 

Her voice echoed all throughout the venue. Her adlibs hitting notes that she cannot do before and she’s sitting while doing that. 

Slowly, I got over you like that

Their eyes met. Those sparkling eyes. She’s shining. She looks well. She looks better. Without him. 

The fresh air suffocated him, burning his lungs in the process. The thorn that was removed came back and brought friends, a knife tearing his heart into pieces. 

Everything is getting better. For her. Not for him.

The moment he went inside the empty apartment, he felt like breaking down. This is harder than the time she left. He missed her. He’s a wreck without her. A huge mess. Why is he taken over by his jealousy? She deserves to be the center of the relationship. The star. She deserves the whole world. Is it too late for him to get everything back now? He took his phone as a song on the radio played, “Mark, I need your help.” 

Another award show meant another chance to cross paths with her. To Y/N’s surprise, Yuta congratulated her with a wide smile after winning an award. The staffs were repeatedly asking if the members were sure of doing this that made the manager and the leader nod. Johnny was seated in front of the grand piano, Mark on one side with his guitar. Taeil, Doyoung, Jaehyun, and Yuta seated on different chairs in the middle of the stage. (Song)

Johnny started the melody while Mark played his guitar. Jaehyun started the song that made Y/N look at them from the artists’ place. Yuta smiled. Her favorite band. Taeil started singing the chorus with Yuta as back-up vocals. Doyoung sang the second verse while Jaehyun sang the chorus, followed by Taeil. By the end of the song, they lightly glance at Yuta. His last cry for her. 

So I drown it out like I always do

Dancing through our house with the ghost of you

And I chase it down, with the shot of truth

He glanced at her, staring straight to those sparkling eyes. 

That my feet don’t dance like they did with you

The lights dim but he saw her silhouette remain on her seat, shoulders visibly heaving. Behind the spotlight, Yuta finally realized that like a ghost, he cannot shake her off. She’ll keep haunting him because he cannot let go of her. Yuta finally realized that he is still in love with her. 

They had been busy with the concerts abroad and she had been busy with the promotion of her album. Yuta’s co-host quit the radio show and days later, it was announced that she was pregnant. The members were surprised at first but it was her who confirmed that Yuta isn’t the father of the child. The public sympathy went to Yuta for the alleged cheating that the girl had done, making him in the center of the media frenzy once again. 

It was a Japanese radio show when he met Y/N again. He had to promote the Japanese leg of their concert while she promoted her Japanese single. She looked casual greeting him, as if nothing happened but her words echoed in his ears “It’s just work, Yuta.” Maybe it was really nothing to her. 

They were seated next to each other. He watched her put on her headphones then rubbed her palms together. “I kinda forgot Japanese.” she claimed then said a Japanese phrase to introduce herself. “Is that right?” He nodded, his warm gaze still on hers. Too casual. “I’m nervous.” 

He wanted to hug her. Comfort her. Tell her that everything will be alright. That he’s next to her so she doesn’t have to worry about anything. 

But he can’t. She’s not his. 

The host kept on claiming that they looked good together that startled them both. When the staff told him something in Japanese, he kept on apologizing while saying that he doesn’t know that they used to date. She just smiled, shaking her head to avoid the awkwardness. She really did move on. The radio show went smoothly until the last part where they had to sing a duet together. Y/N was obviously surprised. Didn’t she know? “We can skip it if you don’t want to.” Yuta whispered. 

Once again she shook her head. “It’s fine. I just haven’t prepared for it.” she claimed while looking at the music sheet. “The notes are a little high.” 

“You’ll do great. Your singing got better.” She giggled at the reference and he smiled. He missed her laugh. 

Y/N focused on the lyrics, asking the translator to tell her what the words mean or how to pronounce it. Yuta was reading the lyrics, seated next to her when she laughed. “Yuta,” she called and he felt his heart jump from his chest. He missed her voice calling his name. “Should we switch parts?” He looked surprised, curious even. “I mean, the lyrics.” 

Yuta smiled. “Should we?” 

Y/N giggled. “Sometimes I am convinced they’re doing this on purpose.” He smiled while looking at her. He missed her. So much. 

The host was asking repeatedly if they want to continue this, apologizing if it ever makes them uncomfortable but she would just smile and shake her head. He thanked her for being professional and she grinned, making Yuta breathless. He missed her smile. 

They were introduced and she even made a fighting sign at him as the melody started. It was a lonely song and Yuta poured all his feelings on his part. (This is the song they used. Dude, can they just remaster it by asking Yuta to sing this?) 

Long time no see

His eyes turned to her. He missed everything about her. 

We cannot express how we feel

Breath echoes in our ears 

The radio show staff all turned to them in surprise. 

My dear, you’ve already found a new love

She turned to him with her sparkling eyes. 

There is no one like you

I am cheating my heart

He sang while staring at her. She even missed the first beat of her part then smiled while looking at the music sheet in front of them. The bridge of the song came and the staff looked in awe at both of them.  

But you are not mine anymore

They stared at each other while singing those words. By the end of the song, Y/N’s voice was breaking so she stepped farther from the mic immediately. A smile escaped her lips when the host asked if she’s alright, apologizing that she ruined the song. Everyone were giving them compliments, fans commenting on how amazing they deliver the song and wishing that they can do a collab in the future. 

“Y/N,” Yuta called on the hallways of the building. He breathed hard while she just nodded at her manager, asking her to go first. “I…” He started but the words cannot come out of his mouth. I’m sorry. My ego got the worst of me. My insecurity caused our fall. I’m a wreck without you. Please come back to me. 

“Let’s not talk about it, Yuta.” She said while shaking her head. “We were immature. We’re so used to each other that we took each other for granted.” She grinned once again, eyes sparkling. Upon closer look, he figured out why. Her tears were forming. Like little pearls in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Yuta.” The words he cannot tell her. “Let’s be happy, hmm?” 

Yuta smiled, taking the hand she held out. “Can I call you when I am feeling miserable?” 

The girl laughed. “My number didn’t change.” She claimed. “And I still have to give you my thank message.” 

He pulled her close, wrapping her in his arms. “I missed you, Y/N.” 

------

Fans were delighted seeing Y/N and Yuta seated next to each other in the V-live account. A thing they always do every year on their anniversary. She was smiling, her lovely smile, while waving at the camera. Yuta adjusted the camera to capture them both before smiling his angelic smile. 

“I didn’t know your V-live account still works even if it isn’t used for a year.” She claimed, leaning in to read some comments. “I also didn’t know that there are still fans who come in this V-live account.” The number of watching people raised up that startled even Yuta. 

They both introduced themselves in a lively manner before the NCT member explained that they did this V-live as a thank you to fans who trended the song they sang in Japan. “I didn’t know that it would blow up like this.” He claimed and she nodded, even laughing at how embarrassing it is that her voice broke in the end. 

They started reading some comments about how fans missed them together, that they look together, and that their playfulness as a couple came back. “Are you back together?” Yuta read, pointing at the comment. 

“We’re not together together,” Y/N started then emphasized the last word with air quote marks. “We’re just…” She lightly glanced at him who was looking at her, mirroring the same smile she had. “Just patching things up and fixing ourselves.” Yuta continued for her. 

“Is there a possibility of a come back?” 

Y/N giggled before pointing at Yuta. “NCT is coming back with a new album. I’m preparing for a fall comeback.” The guy laughed at that. “Yuta, do you want to be featured in my album?” 

He nodded immediately. “Will you write me a love song?” 

She grinned, shaking her head playfully. “I’m not gonna write you a love song~” she sang before laughing. Yuta chuckled, poking her side playfully. “But we’ll see.” 

The fan asked what they had been up to. Y/N shared that she’s writing songs for her album and Yuta saying that he hangs out with the members often and the preparations for their comeback. “I’ve been hanging out with Jaehyun a lot.” he claimed, “I’ve been liking his music choices lately.” 

“You’re already done with your rocker state?” She asked, feigning a shock. “What song have you been listening to lately?” 

Yuta smiled, taking his phone out of his pocket. He played the song and Y/N smiled that there’s still a rockish feel on it.  (Song)

Oh, all my emotions feel like explosions when you are around

Yuta mouthed the words, trying to look for comments but his gaze was on her while jamming on the song. A smile crept his lips and he saw how one fan pointed out that he’s so in love with her. He is. 

“This song is so nice.” 

“Honestly, it kinda reminds me of you.”

He’s singing ‘She’s a, She’s a lady And I am just a boy’

He’s singing ‘She’s a, She’s a lady’ And I am just a line without a hook’

Oh baby, I am a wreck when I’m without you I need you here to stay

She looked surprised when Yuta sang the lines of the songs. The side of his lips curled up when he saw the sparkle back in her eyes. They talked a bit about what fans should watch out from their respective schedules. They said goodbye in a lively manner before Yuta ended the V-live. 

Y/N leaned on the couch, breathing heavily. She lightly glanced at Yuta and he smiled. “Want to get some sushi?” She nodded, grinning widely. 

Yuta cannot shake her off. Like a ghost, she will keep haunting him. And hopefully, she can come back to him. 

#hotpinklists #yuta #yuta nakamoto #nakamoto yuta #yuta angst #yuta nakamoto angst #nakamoto yuta angst

[hitsuackerman]

Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.7

a/n: Kai in the underground fighting ring will always be delicious. but do yall like the new image/header? :D i made it xD

warnings: this cannot be read solo, a bit of harassment

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 8

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“This is what we’ve been able to gather in the gala.” You began your report. Eyes glued to the table separating you and the chief. Once again, he had locked the doors when you stepped in. Tsukauchi was supposed to accompany you but he had matters to meet up with All Might. “The Fukuo Kai’s boss handed out his call cards to some select people. Villains mostly, presumably.”

“And this was handed to Overhaul.” He was staring at you instead of the card. “Did you come in contact with any of the three Tsukauchi mentioned?”

“Akuji.” The memory made you cringe. Added with the sensation of being locked in this lewd office only made things worse. “He caught me off guard and infiltrated my thoughts. Rest assured that he was not able to gather any information regarding this mission.”

The chief began to tap his index finger on his knee. Taking in the information, he was delighted with the news relayed to him. However, one thing was bothering his mind.

“How did you escape his quirk?”

There it was. The dreaded question. You had no problem in telling others that Overhaul had rescued you from Akuji. In fact, you were pretty proud that he, a villain, actually thought about your safety. Allegedly, of course. But if the man in front of you were to know, he might restrain your communication between you and the young yakuza boss.

“Your hesitancy is not a good sign, my dear.” Standing up, he slowly made his way beside the table. Your peripheral vision following his every move. When the couch dipped, you bit your tongue. He somewhat smelled of beetroots. Not the best purchase if you could say. “Did you sack him in the knee? Point a gun at his face? Or none of the above?”

Shutting your eyes and letting out a long exhale, you clenched your fists and moved an inch away from him. You liked vegetables, but as a cologne? Pass.

“Overhaul managed to intervene just as I was about to make a move.”

Upon hearing your answer, his eye twitched. Placing a hand on your shoulder, he squeezed it just enough for you to turn your head and face him.

“When is your next meeting with Overhaul?” The way he prolonged each syllable in his name made you want to punch him in the nose. Yet his stare never wavered nor did he blink ever since you turned to face him. His thumb now began to brush the fabric of your shirt.

“Later this afternoon.” Your meetings with Overhaul was something you made sure not to put in your calendar. It was in this instance that you were glad you didn’t. “He still has some business to attend to.”

“Call him.” His hand began to trail down your arm. The small shiver you did made him feel dominantly good. His index finger slowly making a line. “And tell him, that your chief will be tagging along for this meeting.”

“He doesn’t do well with cops.”

“Defending him now?”

“He’s a villain and we’re asking support from him.” You reasoned out. “It would only aggravate him if we crossed that border line.”

“I’m sure you told him that there would at least be 2 other people he might meet.” He tilted his head and his hand trailed upwards. “That is standard procedure when we ask them. Don’t bother manipulating the situation, (Y/N). Call him.

Defeated, you took your phone and dialed his number. How you were going to act like you always did would be a new challenge. Glancing at the clock, there was still 2 hours before you would meet up with him. Somehow, you wished he wouldn’t answer. Somehow, you wished he was still busy with whatever his layered mind intended to do today.

The phone kept ringing till you were met with the other line saying he was unavailable. You slowly eased and carefully let out the breath you had been holding on to.

“Also, while you’re here, I have decided to move our scheduled dinner.” Twirling strands of your hair, he let out a satisfied hum. “I took the liberty of clearing your schedule for tomorrow. We shall be dining at the Tadrona Manor.”

Cursing at how far that restaurant was, you had already agreed so there was no choice.

“I shall pi-”

Both your eyes darted to the vibrating phone on the table. His contact lighting up the screen. Why did he have to call back?

“Well, answer it.” The chief took your phone, answered it, and held it up to your ear. Holding it by the edges, you waited for him to let go of your device before fully grasping it in your hand.

“Apologies for not answering.” Overhaul spoke over the line. “I had just finished my task for today.”

“It’s fine.” You tried your hardest to sound how you usually did around him. “So, uh, I have an update about our meeting later.”

“What might that be?”

“Uh…” You shivered as he felt his finger touch yours. “M-my boss wants to join the meeting. Hear me out. This’ll only be a short meeting and I can make sure to get a secluded booth for us. It’ll last no more than 20 minutes.”

You wished you hadn’t said that. In truth, you were excited to see him today. With the stable advancement the mission had, you were planning to buy him cheesecake as a thank you for cooperating. It just had to go down the drain.

“15.” He demanded. You could feel your heart sinking with disappointment. Your highlight of the day just got reduced by 5 minutes.

“Deal.”

Ending the call, the chief patted your head and finally gave back your personal space. Giving you permission to exit the office, you hastily made your way out and proceeded to go to the women’s toilet once more.

Furiously pumping on the hand sanitizer dispenser, you slathered it all over your exposed skin. The remaining amounts, you patted it on your clothes. That was even worse than before. Flopping on to the toilet seat, you mentally recalled all the previous times you entered his office. You never really saw how he stared at you since you were usually too preoccupied with your reports. The memory of him cunningly brushing his skin on yours as he handed out folders. And, perhaps that may be the reason why he kept giving you high cases. To have you all to himself in his little private area.

Shuddering at the reminder, you grunted and once again found yourself in the same position last time. Your phone vibrated once more. Lazily taking it out, you didn’t bother checking who the caller was.

“(L/N) speaking.” Voice heavy.

“What was that about?” Of course he would call back.

“He’s a moody ass.” You snapped back. “He likes to pry whenever I do my cases. I’m sorry to get you involved.”

“Is he bothering you?” His tone serious as he carefully chose his words. The way you sounded over the phone made him think that something happened, again

What you’d give to say yes but this was your problem. Not his. Bringing him into the picture would surely escalate things even more.

“Everything’s fine, birdman.”

“Birdman?”

“My bad.” You finally managed to chuckle. “I meant to say Overhaul.”

“Do as you please. I’ll see you later, problem child.”

Ending the call, you were now feeling much better. Still dirty from all the contact but lighter than before. By the time you were seated on your office chair, Tsukauchi knocked on your cubicle and dragged his chair to sit beside you.

“I called the place you wanted to hold the meeting in and they told me they were already preparing for your arrival.”

“Thanks, Nao.” You began to pack your stuff. “How’s Toshi-san?”

“Same old. Still trying to protect people despite his situation.” He paused and squinted his eyes. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Shrugging your shoulders, you faced him and winked. “I’m just… anxious for later. The chief wants to tag along.”

“Hmm. I see.” His quirk was telling him that you weren’t entirely truthful but maybe it was because of that. He had taken notice that if given the chance, his boss would join in on your case. You were always neutral about it. Why was this any different? “Are you okay with him joining?”

“Don’t use your quirk on me, Nao.” Booping his nose, you stood up and walked to the lobby.

There, you desperately prepared for the short taxi ride you would take. It was too obvious the both of you would sit in the back seat. When you saw him walking towards you, you swallowed every bit of your pride and forced a grin on your face. Leading him outside, you managed to quickly hail a cab.

Expecting him to open the door for you to enter, you swore you looked like an idiot when you realized he was waiting for you to do the action. Well, he was the chief so you simply rolled your eyes as he entered. The middle of the back seat was a saving grace as you placed your bag there.

It felt like forever but the taxi finally arrived at your destination. Entering the establishment, you were greeted by a waitress, you gave your name and she led you to a private room. Peaking at your watch, there was still 10 more minutes before the meeting would start. 10 minutes of agony.

Now that you were seated, the waitress asked if you’d prefer coffee or tea to be served. The chief spoke up and went for tea. The sliding doors finally closed and you were left alone with him.

“This kind of environment,” He spoke. “Is the scenario I reserved for us at Tadrona Manor. Exciting isn’t it? Privacy at it’s best.”

Forcefully lifting the corners of your mouth, you lowered your head as acknowledgement. You’ve never dreaded tomorrow like you did today. The doors opened and your breath hitched. Wearing his usual get-up, the bird mask was on full display today. The golden tip shinier than usual.

“You’re early?” You asked. Relief in your voice evident in his ears.

“The area was clear of traffic, hence my arrival before the agreed time.” Overhaul took the seat across you. His sight shifted to the man beside you. “If possible, I’d like to start now. I still have tasks at hand and this being of low importance.”

“This is mostly about the calling card. I just, uh, I was thinking about making you wear a device that enables me to hear what’s happening during the meeting.” You asked as you fidgeted with your fingers. Nails digging into your skin.

“The Fukuo Kai like to check their visitors.”

“I thought about that part. I’m taking into consideration of le-”

“We’ll give you an ear piece. You use your quirk on it and when you're inside, rebuild it. I hypothesize that the connection would still be established since the parts are technically the same.” The chief explained for you.

Observing how your jaw tightened and you barely made any eye contact, perhaps his assumptions were right. He could see the way you were leaning away from him. How you fidgeted around. And basically, how you weren’t as lively as you were when you're with him.

“I have no problems with your plans.” He commented ominously. His golden eyes staring directly at your chief. “However, I despise unclean people like you. As much as I’d like to cleanse this world from this horrible disease, perhaps I should get rid of men who cut women off as they speak as well.”

“She’s my employee.” The chief retorted. “We only have 15 minutes to this meeting and she was moving slow, as always.”

“And I handle a yakuza organization with twice the amount of workers.” Overhaul fought back. “Yet, we have been taught to always act chivalrously towards women.”

“Overhaul.” You tried to break the growing tension. When your eyes met his, he saw the relief painted in them. The way your shoulders relaxed and your features softened told him he had done his part. “It’s okay.”

You wanted to say thank you but with the chief around, you’d have to save it for later via message.

“Do you have anything else to share?” He asked you.

“No. That was all for today.”

“Leave the room first. We’ll follow after.” Overhaul rested his elbow on the table and leaned a little towards the chief. His brows furrowed when you weren’t sure of whether or not to leave the room with him and the other man alone. “Did you not hear me? I said leave the room. Now.”

Shocked that he had used that tone, you briskly took your belongings and exited the room.

You were grateful for his actions but this would not look good for tomorrow’s dinner. Bumping into the waitress with the coffee in tray, you told her that there was no need and that the meeting had to stop for personal reasons. Wanting a breath of fresh air, you stepped outside and waited for them there.

It was only a matter of seconds before they exited the establishment. The look on your boss’ face ultimately displeased of what had just transposed. His mind travelled to tomorrow. You were surely going to regret not speaking up on his behalf. Putting on a fake smile, he bowed lazily and hailed a cab.

“Problem child.” He snapped you from your thoughts. “Go home and take a shower.”

“What?” That sentence was least expected.

“You smell like him.” His eye twitched and he felt his blood boil when he realized that man’s scent was on you. “I can smell you even with this mask. Tch. You’re even filthier than before. Did you bring your car?”

“No. We had to take a cab.”

Massaging his temples, he let out a groan of annoyance.

“Follow me. I’ll take you home.”

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[khiphop-writings]

Flower Shop

Dean x Reader

Warning: I don’t think I’ve written anything softer

Word Count: 3,519

You delicately placed the sticker on the brown wrapping paper, always making sure it was perfectly straight and that the flowers wouldn’t be hugged too tight. “Here you are” you lifted the bouquet over the counter accidentally brushing fingers with him which made you blush a little “and of here” he pulled a flower out of the bouquet and left it on the counter along with his money. You played with the stem in between your fingers smiling a little, this time it was camellia, your favorite but obviously he didn’t know that. You got up on your tiptoes to look out of the window to make sure he was out of sight and once the coast was clear you pulled out your black book. It was filled with pages of pressed flowers, all from him, for six months he had been coming into your shop every sunday to buy a bouquet and he always picked out one flower to leave you. You added the camellia to the collection, being sure to push down hard on the book then put it away. You didn’t know why he bought flowers from you every sunday but you assumed it was for a girlfriend or maybe he had a new date every sunday and bringing flowers was his trademark. You two didn’t really talk so you didn’t know much about him however, every time he stepped into the store you could feel butterflies in your stomach. It was silly to have a crush on a probably taken man you didn’t know but you couldn’t help it, just from his actions with you in the store you could tell he was very sweet. 

As you closed up the shop your phone rang, it was your best friend Mia, you rolled your eyes assuming she was going to invite you to a party or something, and you were right. “Please I don’t have anyone to go with, everyone’s being lame” she whined, she would never ask you to go out with her unless she really didn’t have anyone so you knew she wasn’t lying “It’s a sunday night mia” you sighed “and we’re adults the weeks are all blurred together for us and you don’t even have to work tomorrow” you couldn’t even use that as an excuse, you closed your shop on monday’s because if you didn’t have to work then monday’s simply wouldn’t exist and you would have a good week was your reasoning behind it. “Okay… just let me get dressed” you gave in “I love you Y/N” you could feel her smile through the phone “I’ll pick you up soon okay?” you just hummed and she hung up. You put on a denim skirt, a t- shirt that you tied the front into a knot and some sneakers. Mia frowned when she saw you “you’re never any fun Y/N” she was in a tight dress that wasn’t covering much and heels “oh hush we’re just going to a house party nothing special” you linked your arm with hers and walked to her car “but it couldn’t kill you to once dress up for a party” “and I will… one day” you laughed getting into her passenger seat “it’s okay cause my Y/N will always look cute no matter what” she pinched your cheek and you swatted your hand away from her “are we married or something” you questioned her “if all else fails…” she gave you a suggestive look and you pushed her face away “just drive” you gestured forward. 

It wasn’t any different from any party you’ve been to with Mia, slightly big house, solo cups littered everywhere, same kind of music blaring throughout every room, however it was different because you noticed a handsome stranger had been staring at you all night. You were in the kitchen pouring yourself a drink when he finally approached you “please let me” he grabbed the cup from your hand purposely making contact with your fingers “oh no I’m not dumb enough to let a strange man handle my drink” you grabbed your cup back before he could do anything “I don’t want to get off on a bad start with you beautiful” he tucked a hair behind you ear and you tried not to visually cringe at his choice of words “It’s a good thing you’re pretty” you chuckled patting his head, he walked forward which caused you to back into the oven “will you give me the chance to show you I can be more than just pretty” he picked up your hand. “Listen” you retracted your hand and placed it on the stove and it took you a minute till you felt the pain “oh FUCK ME” you yelled and he raised his eyebrows “changed your mind” he smirked “no you idiot” you pushed him away shaking your hand not knowing what else would help “who the fuck leaves a stove top on at a party where shit like that can happen” you looked at your red, palm cursing under your breath. You were weaving around everyone successfully until you finally bumped into some guy, you instinctively put your hand in front of you to stop the contact, big mistake, it hurt so bad but you couldn’t say any words you just felt tears form in your eyes “I’m so sorry” you heard the man's voice say before being pulled into a room. You looked up and thankfully it was the bathroom, you held your hand close to you while he frantically searched the bathroom cabinets. He looked so familiar and it wasn’t until he faced you that your eyes widened, it was your flower shop boy, “you’re…” you paused realizing you didn’t know his name “it’s Dean” he smiled “and it’s Y/N right?” “how did you-” if your hand wasn’t burnt you would’ve smacked yourself in the head and he saw your embarrassment “right I wear a name tag” you laughed “I’m sorry for not watching where I was going, your hand is burnt right” you nodded and he looked through the first aid kit. You looked cool on the outside but you were internally freaking out “how the fuck do you just meet him at a party and of course you’re hurt you idiot” “here this will work” he interrupted your thoughts “can I?” he reached for your hand and you nodded giving it to him. His hands were so soft and he lightly spread the ointment on your hand which made it feel a little better, he then grabbed some white gauze and wrapped it around your hand, being as gentle as possible. “There how’s that?” he locked eyes with you and you couldn’t say anything but you just nodded and he laughed even more “how did this even happen” he began packing up the first aid kit you sighed and began explaining your encounter with the man and how your burned hand came to be. At the end of your story he was in a laughing fit and you wanted to hit him “I can’t believe you burned your hand trying to play hard to get” he said in between laughs “okay but who leaves a stove on” you defended yourself “you’re right you’re right” he lifted his hands up in surrender “but you should always watch your surroundings” he scolded which made you laugh. Silence fell over the bathroom and you realized you guys had been in there too long “um I should probably find my friend and I’m sure your girlfriend is waiting for you” you tried to slip that in and he took your bait “no, I don’t have a girlfriend waiting for me” he smiled “come on I’ll help you find your friend” he reached out his hand to you and you look it with your not burnt one. 

“So then why are you buying flowers from me every sunday” you asked him as you two walked down the stairs he thought for a minute before checking the time “would your friend be mad if we went somewhere” you shook your head no “then come on” he led you outside the house to his car “I’ll show you why I always buy the flower” he smiled at you. Your heart raced as he drove down an unfamiliar part of town, obviously he wasn’t going to hurt you but it was still scary being somewhere you’ve never been with practically a stranger. You shook your head and tried to focus on something else, you admired Dean's side profile for a bit, imaging what it would be like to trace his face with your fingers and he looked over to you “what?” he laughed “nothing” you covered your face in embarrassment “come on tell me what is it?” he urged you and your cheeks went red “you’re just really beautiful” you blurted out and he looked at you with a shocked face “are you trying to flirt with me??” he laughed “and what if I was?” you teased, suddenly feeling confident “I wouldn’t mind it” he shrugged which brought your confidence down and you felt shy again. Talking with him felt like you had known him for years, conversation flowed so naturally, it was so weird to be talking to someone so comfortably when you’d barely say two words any time before now. After some time you arrived at a place very unfamiliar and you squinted trying to figure out where you were, your phone ringing interrupted you, it was Mia, you cursed. You knew she’d be mad but you would just have to explain to her later… maybe she’d actually condemn you for your actions. “Come this way” he outstretched his hand to you and you took it, you didn’t realize where you were until he brought you up a hill and you were faced with a tombstone “is this…” you didn’t want to guess wrong “my mother’s” he helped you out and you nodded, you looked to the side and saw the bouquet you wrapped for him earlier placed neatly “once I finally shook myself out of sadness and was able to get up the first thing I wanted to do was bring her flowers, and that’s when I found your shop” you just nodded not wanting to interrupt him “you reminded me a bit of her when I first saw you, I could tell that you would do anything for those you love, that’s also why I always leave you a flower too” he paused “that and you’re cute” his laugh broke the sad atmosphere “seeing you every sunday makes my week” he rubbed the back of his neck. You felt so touched that he was sharing this with you, that he trusted you enough from the start to share this with you “thank you for sharing this with me” he placed a hand on his back softly, he turned and pulled you into a hug “I’ve wanted to talk to you for so long” he breathed “then why didn’t you” you pulled away so you could see his face still keeping your bodies close “I don’t know… I didn’t know what you thought of me… but now I know you think I’m beautiful” he teased and you could feel your cheeks get hot again, you finally gave in to your urges and brushed the strands of hair covering his forehead, you then trailed your fingers down his cheek and he stopped your hand, cupping his cheek with it. The moment was then interrupted by your loud ass ringtone and you cursed “I’m sorry” you pulled away from him and answered the phone and were unsurprisingly met with screaming “Y/N WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I AM YOU’RE JUST A BABY AND YOU DON’T COME TO THESE THINGS WHAT IF YOU WERE KIDNAPPED” you waited till she was done with he rant to speak “I’m perfectly fine and I will explain later” you glanced at Dean who had an amused look on his face “come on let’s get you back” you gesture in the direction of his car. 

When you returned to the house Mia was standing up front like a worried mother, you got out of the car and she ran up to you “ugh my Y/N” she wrapped her arms around you practically squeezing the life out of you and placing a kiss atop your head. She opened her eyes and saw Dean watching the encounter, she narrowed her eyes at him and moved you to the side “what were you doing with my Y/N” she was about to into a full interrogation “we were fucking in my back seat” he chuckled and she turned to you gaping at you, you reached your hand out and closed her mouth still laughing at Dean’s statement “none of that happened don’t worry��� you patted her head “come on let’s go” you linked your arm with hers and started for her car “bye dean~” you gave him a flirty wave which only caused Mia to smack your hand making him laugh more. 

Later at your house you were wiping off Mia’s makeup explaining to her everything “no way he's flower shop boy??” her eyes were wide “He’s so hot you made him seem like a dork” you were offended “I in no way made him seem like that” “yes you did, you made him seem like he reads the bible and studies in the library for fun, always talking about how he was shy and never said a word to you” “men can be shy and hot” you defended “I guess you’re right” she laid down in your bed, cuddling herself under the duvet “so when’s your date, have you texted him” you mentally smacked yourself in the head and you swore her eyes were about to pop out of her head “you didn’t get his number??? Have I taught you nothing” she gave you a dirty look “It’s okay I mean… I’ll just have to wait till sunday” you laid next to her looking up at your ceiling “sunday” you whispered.

The whole week you were anxious, every time the shop bell rang you looked hopefully at the door, hopeful thinking maybe he would come earlier just to get your phone number or ask you out. By Thursday you became discouraged thinking maybe he didn’t really like you. When Sunday rolled around you anxiously darted your eyes up from the counter to the door waiting for him. Then he entered, just as you were about to go for lunch, his smile warmed the whole place, you went through your usual routine of him picking out the kinds of flowers he wanted today he decided on a mix of dahlia’s, lilac’s, and peonies, he was always really good at it and you swore he could take your job if he wanted, but this time as he pointed to stuff he would make effort to come in contact with your hands or slightly bump into your body, the playful interactions made you blush. He paid for the flowers but this time he didn’t leave you one, he left the shop and you got ready to go heat up your lunch he barged back in with roses in a plastic bag, clearly from the grocery store. You laughed “and what’s this?” you looked over at the bouquet in his hands “I always bring flowers for my date” he placed them on your counter “your date?” you frowned “so I’m not the only one” you said playfully you played with the plastic covering pretending to be in thought “I mean they’re not my favorite...but I guess I’ll take you up on this date of yours” you emphasized the “guess” “wow you really know how to make me anxious” he covered his face in embarrassment “come with me” he opened his arm for you to interlock yours with his as you left the shop he stopped you “so what is your favorite flower then” you smiled and rolled up your sleeve showing off the small camellia tattoo you had under your elbow he brushed his thumb over it, admiring it, which sent chills down your spine. 

He parked the car and you looked up, it was a park but no one was there, there was a shady tree, a bench that overlooked the lake, you loved it. “Here” he pulled out a picnic basket and handed it to you “and I also have” he pulled out a loaf of bread, shook it and smiled “for the ducks” he closed the trunk, intertwining his fingers with yours and leading you down to the bench. He pulled some grapes, cheese, and wine out of the basket and carefully poured some for you, you rubbed your sweaty palms before grabbing the flute from him, the sweat was gone however your nerves weren’t you stared at the wine sloshing back and forth because of your hands shaking. Dean was looking too, you looked up at him and gave him a sheepish smile “I’m nervous too” he whispered. You tried to finish your glass as quickly as you can, needing some liquid courage to help you out, “so why a flower shop?” he asked you paused, you didn’t really know why you owned one, it had brought you comfortable money for sometime, you thought a little more then smiled, thinking of your father. “My dad” you lightly sighed “when he would pick me up from school, or if we spent a late day together he would take me with him to pick out some flowers with my mom, he talked to me about common flower pairings and what ugly bouquets were” you laughed “even in front of the people who made them sometimes, once he started earning more money he took me to the really nice shops and the shop owners would let me put stuff together and comment about how I had an eye for the profession. That’s when I saw the place I’m currently at, the perfect amount of windows and just the right size, so I opened up my own” you looked over to him and he was staring at you with a faint smile on his face “you really do have a knack for it” he spoke “so do you” you leaned into him playfully “you could run me out of business if you opened up next door” you leaned back, this made him laugh “I’ve learned from watching you”. You spent the afternoon feeding each other grapes and talking about little things, you learned he wrote songs for big groups and that he even sang himself, beautifully for that matter. The ducks waddled their way up to your bench interrupting your time, you pulled out the bread that dean had bought and started tossing some to them, they all swarmed around you except one who didn’t want to be in the conflict “I’m gonna name that one Y/N cause it’s so shy” he grabbed some bread from you and your cheeks were red at the comment. 

As the sun was setting he parked by your shop and walked you to the door “so… can I have your number or do I have to burn my hand at a party to see you again” you joked his eyes trailed down to your hand that you had burned a week ago, he lifted it up and examined it, you felt slightly embarrassed, it was doing it’s natural healing process, peeling and looking gross “I don’t think this hand can take anymore so I’ll give you my number” he pulled out his phone handing it to you. You exchanged numbers and you just stood there staring at each other for a little bit, you didn’t notice the sun had gone down until the street light casted a shadow on his face. You bit your lip “well I better-” you were interrupted with a kiss, you’ve been wanting him to do this all day, he pressed his soft lips against yours, they comfortably fit together, he caressed your hair and eventually you needed air “thank you” you opened your shop, going through the door and locking him out. You hit your head against the door “Thank you?? What the fuck” you said out loud, you turned around realizing you had a glass door and he was standing in front of you, a huge grin plastered across his face, you closed your blinds and walked over to the counter hiding behind it until he was gone. 

Later that night you got a text from Dean, “Thank you” it read. You pushed your face against your pillow in embarrassment and you swore you could hear his laugh echo through your room. A few moments later you received another text from him “you’re welcome” this made you smile at your screen until it eventually went black. You tapped on it to reply “you are also welcome~”

A/N: Hope you like this, I was in a pretty cheesy mood tonight. 

#khiphop imagine #khiphop scenarios #khiphop fanfic #dean fanfiction

[howrry]

when you need me pt.2

a/n: its 4 am, i just got back from a SUPER lit house party, i'm lowkey dying, here’s part 2 of wynm. part 1 here. don't think i can write anymore of this because it just makes me hate y/n more. also this is my 10th piece yaaay! enjoy <3

w/c: 3.4k

warnings: smuuut, mild dub con

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Lit homework had to be one of the biggest wastes of time Harry’s ever partaken in.

He’s a psychology major, for crying out loud! Why does blocking and typecasting and the use of the Stanislavsky system matter to him? It doesn’t! But his uni required him to take the class, and if nothing else, he could appreciate it for being a GPA booster.

The only sound in his dorm was the squeaking of his mechanical pencil on the homework and his roommate Ashton’s music softly beating out of his Alexa. He was playing some soft XXXtentacion, which repulsed Harry. Just because his songs were good doesn’t mean it excused the rapper’s behavior—but he digressed.

God, Harry and Ashton were so different, it’s insane how his school’s roommate matching algorithm put them together. At this point, he wonders if he’s even enrolled in the university—he’s never seen him study or go to a class. It’s not like Harry’s a purist or anything; he loves a party and a good beer like any other college student, but Ashton was just buck wild. He even tried to hit on Gemma when she visited for a weekend, but that was shut down when H threatened to castrate him.

"I'm going out," Ashton announced on his way to the door, checking in the hall mirror to see if his hair was up to snuff and fluffing out the collar of his coat.

Shocker. This didn’t even warrant a glance up from the homework. "Where?" Harry didn't really care, but it wouldn't hurt to pretend he did.

"Y'know Meghan from Kappa?" Ashton asked, twirling his keyring around his fingers.

"Yeah?"

"I'll be at her place," he explained simply.

This got Harry’s attention. "But isn't she dating that rugby player? Matthew, or whatever?"

Ashton laughed and clicked his tongue. "So naive! Cheat or be cheated on, Styles. What's that phrase about not hating the player?" He shot finger guns at his roommate and bounced, slamming the door behind him without turning off the music.

Gross.

“Alexa, turn that shit off,” H mumbled, and the robot obeyed, not bothered by the profanity.

So that's how Harry ended up in his dorm alone for the night. Once he was finished up with his lit homework, the raw boredom really kicked in. He supposed he could go out, but he wasn't really the solo type and finding someone to go with him was more trouble than it was worth. At one point he even eyed the Tijuana cigar box Ashton kept under its bed, thinking that he could probably raid its contents for a night and Ash wouldn't notice, but the risk of an RA busting him wasn't super appealing.

He accepted defeat, and decided to simply call it an early night. He changed into flannel pants to sleep in and was brushing his teeth when his phone started buzzing. It was Y/N.

Questions started flying through his brain. Why was she calling him? And at this hour? His anxious side flared up as a million nightmare scenarios flooded his thoughts. Once he’d rinsed the toothpaste out of his mouth, Harry scrambled to swipe his finger across the screen and brought the phone to his ear.

"Y/N?" he tried to hide the urgency in his voice.

"Harry!" she blurted.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, not waiting for her to explain herself.

"Fuck, Harry I'm sorry," she started, "this is so weird to ask of you but I need your help."

A pit formed in his stomach. "What's wrong?"

"I'm in your city right now and my car broke down. Triple A is on their way and they're gonna fix it up tomorrow, but I totally don't have a place to stay. Can I crash at your place?"

Relief washed over him. Yeah, this wasn't exactly an ideal situation for her, but it was better than the kidnapping and murder scenarios he'd already painted in his head. "Of course. Y'know how to get to campus?"

"I've got a phone, don't I?"

Harry's eyebrow shot up involuntarily. Okay, bold. "Settle down, pet. I live in Taylor Hall, room 208."

"Taylor, 208," Y/N echoed. "Thank you so much, H. You're a lifesaver. I'll be there in 15 or so." She hung up without waiting for his goodbye, and Harry was left in his now-uncomfortably quiet room.

He scrambled around the dorm trying to hide any evidence that two boys lived there. Ashton was a bit of a disaster, but fortunately had an aversion to mold and other gross things so it was more about tidyingthe room than it was cleaning. Harry shoved dirty laundry into Ashton's closet and struggled to close the door on it before making both of their beds. He figured he could muss up the sheets after she left in the morning to avoid any taunting from his roommate. He practically broke a sweat struggling to make the room presentable, and managed to finish just in time before two solid knocks landed on his door.

"Harry! Long time no see!" She wasted no time stepping up and throwing her arms around his neck. He was taken aback by her affection, and paused for a minute before snaking his hands around her waist. "You sure look a lot better than the last time I saw you," she cheekily noted once she pulled back.

"Probably because m’not runnin’ around getting my arse kicked anymore," he bantered nervously. She looked great as well. Her face was a bit pink from the weather, and she seemed so much older despite it only being a year since he'd last seen her. Her black trench coat cinched gracefully at her waist and her jeans were tucked into also-black heeled boots. In all the years he'd known her, he couldn't think of one time she wore heels before now. What's changed?

Fortunately, she laughed at his awkwardness. (Since when did he feel so apprehensive around her?) "That's probably it." Y/N shrugged off her coat and hung it on one of the hooks by the door, leaving her in a plain red t-shirt. She fluffed her hair out and turned to him. "I thought ahead and grabbed some pajama shorts out of my car before the insurance people took it to the mechanic. Now I don't have to sleep in jeans." Sure enough, she pulled thin pair of shorts out of one of the coat pockets.

"Yeh just keep pajama shorts in your car?" he asked dubiously, sitting on his desk chair and rubbing his cold hands on his thighs.

"Yes! I keep plenty of spare clothes in my car for a situation just like this one!" she defended. "I'm gonna change real quick." She dipped into the bathroom and emerged shortly after wearing the shorts. Judging by the ball of clothing she haphazardly tossed in the corner, she'd taken off her bra, too.

Harry eyed her from his spot at the desk as she comfortably moved around the room, like she’d been there a hundred times. "Why are you here?" he asked suddenly, making her jump a little.

Her arms lifted to tie her hair up. "Have you already forgotten? You're a real nut, H. Car troubles? Ringing any bells?"

"No, no," he rubbed a hand down his face. "Why are yeh not at your own uni? Why are yeh in my city?"

"Oh." She hesitated before answering, climbing into his bed. "I'll be honest, it was a booty call. I called the other guy first when my car started acting up, but another girl answered. Figured he must have accidentally overbooked his evening and I remembered you go here, so here I am." Y/N sat cross legged and rested her chin in her palm, dazedly staring at Harry.

"Oh, wow. Sorry to hear that," he awkwardly mumbled.

She snorted. "I'll be okay. S'not like I had feelings for him."

This made something twist in Harry's stomach for some reason. Quiet, sweet Y/N that he'd known for years was just looking to get fucked and didn't care about feelings. This was a totally different person from the girl he grew up next door to. Who was she?!

"Either way, I really owe you one. I'll buy you a meal in the morning, but for right now, I'm exhausted." Y/N stood up and stretched an arm over her head. "Do you want me to take that bed?" She pointed towards Ashton's only recently made bed.

"No!" Harry barked suddenly and her eyes widened. "God only knows what's livin' in those sheets. I worry about what m’roommate does there when I'm not layin' in the same room next t'him."

"Gross," she responded around a laugh.

"My thoughts exactly. You can have my bed, and I'll just sleep on the floor," he decided, going to look for another blanket to lay on the ground.

Y/N scoffed. "You'd rather sleep on the ground than get in your roommate's bed?" Harry simply raised an eyebrow at her as an answer. "Again, gross. I wouldn't feel right kicking you to the floor. Are you trying to avoid sleeping with me?"

The wording threw Harry off, and he unfortunately stammered over his response. “I—no! I just—”

“Then we can share a bed.” She was matter-of-fact and didn't seem like she'd take no for an answer. It's not like he would've declined anyways, but she didn't even give him a chance before making herself right at home in his bed and patting the space next to her for him to join. He chortled and shut off the lamp, making his way in between his sheets by the light of the moon.

"Oh, and I'm a bit of a cuddler. Warning you now," she whispered with a wink before nuzzling into the pillow and falling fast asleep.

He couldn't complain.

***

Harry woke up in the middle of the night from the discomfort of not being alone.

It wasn't that Y/N was a bad person to sleep with, of course. He just was used to having the whole bed to himself and having a second human in his space made it hard to totally expand and take over the whole surface. Once he remembered specifically whowas with him, though, he didn't feel as bothered about not being asleep.

Y/N was tucked up closely to him, clearly having no problem making herself comfortable. He laid on his back, and she was on her stomach halfway on top of him. Her cheek was comfortably nestled on his chest, and her hand softly rested a few inches from her face. One of her legs was thrown over his own, and her mouth was popped open just a bit, breath fanning across his body. The two were laid up like they’d done it a million times. He smiled a little at how cute she was when she was sleeping; he couldn't help but gently rub a hand up and down her back. He was so cozy, he probably could've slipped right back into his doze if it weren't for her starting to talk.

Yes. Sleep talk.

"Harry," she drawled, almost whispering the name.

In his sleepy state it took a few seconds to make the connection that she was actuallydreamingabout Harry. In her defense, she was in his bed and called him for help after a mildly stressful situation, so it wasn’t totally weird that he’d be paying her a visit in her REM cycle. Regardless, a strange feeling swirled in his stomach at the mere thought of what was happening.

His ears were pricked up on full alert and his eyes snapped open to stare at the ceiling fan. He was too afraid to reply, and thus waited for her to say something else before he even dared breathing. "Let's... go," she finally finished.

He chuckled, chest rising a bit but not letting his gaze move from the fan. "Go where?" he whispered, humoring her sleep talk.

"I... I don't know. Wanna..." followed by a deep exhale.

Harry found this quite endearing. He allowed her to continue softly babbling little snippets of sentences, trying and failing to piece them together into coherent thoughts. Again, he almost let himself drift off again until one of her words had much more conviction than before.

"Please."

He could feel her lips ghosting across his body where her head lay. This felt different than her previous mumbling-- she knew what she was trying to say in her dream.

"Yes, Y/N?" Harry got out softly, eyes fixed steadily on the ceiling.

"I need--" She's still not super great at finishing her sentences while sleeping, apparently. "Harry, please."

Then talking just wasn't enough for her- she started to move. First her fingers dug into his chest a bit, nails intending to grip him but not quite enough to be felt through the cotton of his shirt. Then her lower body shifted where the apex of her legs was pressed against his hip, moving up and down ever so slightly without ever losing contact. Her breathing became heavier until it turned into an unabashed, shameless moan. A moan!

That's when it clicked. She was grinding on him, and the spot where the two of them were connected sent sparks through his entire body. "I-- Y/N, are you having a dirty dream about me?" he asked dumbfounded, even though he already knew the answer.

She let out a whine at the sound of his voice. "I need you," she said, dragging her nails down into his skin even harder than before. Her pathetic hip movements sped up as well. "Please touch me."

What the fuck? Is… Does… Would this even be ethical? She’s asleep! Can she even give consent? Does it matter if she’d already started grinding on him? Was this something she really wanted or was it just a snippet of her dream making its way into reality?

"I-I can't," he confessed. What the hell was he supposed to do? Not only did their relationship go too far back for this to not be weird, but his mum once told him something about not waking someone while they sleep walk or talk or it might give them sleep paralysis. He chose to stay stone fucking still, simply lying there and watching one of his childhood friends using his hip to make herself cum.

It was sloppy and desperate, her hips rocking against him. She stopped scratching to brush her hands against the swell of his chest muscles, separated only by the thin t-shirt. "P-pull my hair," she begged.

And he was fucking torn. Of coursehe wanted to give into her request, but what if he woke her up? How could he explain what he was doing, or the hard-on he was sporting? His lip was trapped between his teeth, gnawing away as he thought it over.

Screw it-- he could pretend to be asleep if she stirred. Harry creeped his hand up and threaded his hand into her hair, tugging at the roots and almost lifting her head. "Like that, baby?" he cooed. A porn star moan slipped from her lips and her movements faltered for a second. He feared he'd pulled too hard and stayed completely still, leaving his fingers bunched up until she slowly got back into the swing of her pitiful thrusts.

"Fuck… me harder," she whimpered, and Harry thought he was going to fucking die.

Honestly, he was a little pissed. Where the hell did she get off thinking she could kick him out of her home after kissing her, only to show up at his doorstep a year later and dry fuck his leg in her sleep? The audacity!

His thoughts were interrupted by her choking out a "g'na cum," and he pulled at her hair again. Oh right, this is where she got off.

"Yeah pet? G'na make a mess for me?" he spurred on. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, and he’d probably feel like garbage about it in the morning, but that sounded like a problem for morning Harry. He had to see what she looked like when she finally got her release.

She lost her smooth rhythm again and was now scrambling to hit her high—all he could do was watch. When she finally did cum, it was mesmerizing. She cried out his name before cutting herself off and freezing for a moment. Once the peak hit, her legs trembled as she continued dry humping him until she'd fully ridden out everything.

It was, without a doubt, one of the hottest fucking things Harry had ever seen. Her nails dug into him once more as she let her heart rate settle down. Eventually, she sighed and nuzzled her cheek into his body.

As if all of that wasn't torturous enough, she had to top that entire performance by mumbling out a soft, "Thank you... daddy," and Harry almost let out a fucking groan. Her breathing soon evened out as she drifted back into a dreamless sleep, and he guessed there wouldn't be any more speaking for the night.

So much for falling back asleep.

***

The next morning, Harry was perfectly content with pretending that the events from previous night had never happened.

By the time he’d woken up, Y/N had retreated to her side (well, not really her side—it was a twin sized bed, so more like her “corner”) and was facing the wall. She wasn’t asleep for much longer than that, as she soon stirred and moved to climb over Harry.

When she was fully straddling him, he froze and made awkward eye contact with her. “Settle down, tiger, I’m just getting up.” He almost laughed at the irony. If only she had any idea what she put him through the night before.

Y/N changed back into her jeans in the bathroom and swished some of Ashton’s mouthwash. Harry watched her fluff her hair in the mirror with his arm tucked behind his head.

“I want pancakes, thoughts?” she suggested, coming back in the room and plopping down on his desk chair.

Oh right. She’d offered to buy him breakfast last night. Harry wasn’t sure he could be around her any longer without things become suffocatingly awkward. “Oh, yeh don’t have to do tha’ for me,” he countered, shaking his head and getting out of bed.

She watched him scramble about the room, focusing on everything except her. Her eyebrows shot up when he shamelessly dropped his flannel pants to the ground and shoved on some dark jeans from his drawers. He couldn’t care less, though; the events from the night before had erased any modesty he may have felt in her presence. “Really? You’re gonna give up free breakfast just to kick me out?”

“I’m not kicking you out!” he protested, though she had no room to talk. Their last encounter ended with her literally slamming a door in his face. Before he could even argue with her, he was interrupted by keys in the lock. Fuck.

Ashton sauntered in with the confidence of a king, hair mussed and shirt obviously on backwards. “Hello, London, how are we doing this fine mor—” he stopped his weird greeting (a la Harry’s accent) when he realized his room had more occupants than just his roommate.

Harry wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Ash’s eyes drifted from Y/N in the chair, to Harry untimely zipping up his pants, to his own made-up bed, and everything clicked in his mind. The pieces didn’t go together but they made a puzzle nonetheless. A slow smile curled up on his face as he made a beeline for her and stuck out his hand. “Well hello, I’m Ashton, Harry’s roommate.”

“Y/N, charmed,” she deadpanned, extending out her own hand and grinning at Harry when Ashton kissed it. “I’ve heard plenty about you.”

“All bad, I hope,” he returned, making Harry snort.

Y/N stood up and retrieved her coat from the hooks near the door. She shrugged it on and tossed the hair that got stuck under the collar. “I’ll catch up with you later, H. It was nice meeting you, Ash.” She politely nodded to the boys and was out before Ashton could say a “likewise”.

The second the door slammed, the onslaught started. “I didn’t think you had it in you, Styles. I was almost starting to think you were a eunuch or something, but apparently not! She’s cute too, is she blind? Or did you pay her to come here?” Ashton poked and prodded at H as he undressed and went to take a shower.

Harry’s phone buzzed, and the text he received made his roommate’s taunts sound like rushing water in his ears. It was from Y/N.

Next time, don’t pull so hard.

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Ben Hardy-The Interview

First time writting for Ben, please tell me what you think!

Plot: you’re exicted for your first solo interview about the End Game movie, but it’s not going to be as good as you thought it would.

You could feel the sun on your face even if you had your eyes closed, and after five minutes of trying to sleep again, you decided it was not worthy. The room was awfully quiet, and it took you a few seconds to remind that it wasn’t your room. If it had been, either Ben’s grabby hands or Frankie’s licks on your face would have woken you up. Beside, the bed was too cold without your personal heater. You sighed and got out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

The windows of the room were open, at least one of them, and the bed of your friend was empty. You looked around for a bit, trying to find Elizabeth until you found a piece of paper in your nightstand. It seemed that she didn’t wait for you to have breakfast. Last month, you had finished your part in the Avengers, where you played a main role. The End Game cast was doing a press tour where you were having a lot of fun, and that day was your turn to make a solo interview. Remembering you should be already dressing up, you changed your pyjamas and started doing your make up.

“Wow” Elizabeth laughed when she came back. “You really know how to make a mess in a few seconds.”

Elizabeth Olsen was, what you could say, your best friend. You met her in set, and since then you had been inseparable. Not only in press tours but also in real life. All the cast was like your family; Sebastian had already a guest room in your house and Chris and Elsa were lovely to go on vacation with. Still, Elizabeth was your girl.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I’m supposed to be in the studio at twelve.”

“I couldn’t, you looked too peaceful” she said as she walked through the room, picking up your clothes and examining them. “What are you going to wear?”

“I still don’t know.” you sighed, trying to put your eyeliner right. “God, I’m so nervous, Lizzie. It’s-it’s my first solo interview and I’m going to be fucking late. Not to mention that I’m going to look like a mess.”

“They should be the one nervous.” She smiled, and walked towards you. Elizabeth took the eyeliner out of your shaky hands and put it on you slowly. Doing your make up was something you weren’t used to, yet for the interview they had requested a professional look. “Have you called him?”

You rolled your eyes, not being able to talk since she was putting on your lipstick. Among all the cast, you were the one that got more nervous in interviews. You started to tremble and you feared that they might find something wrong. Everytime something like that happened, Ben was there to calm you down. Except that time, that he was in a different country with the Bohemian Rhapsody guys, and you missed your beautiful boy a lot.

“No. I…He has been acting strange, you know. I didn’t want to bother him”

“Strange how?” Elizabeth frowned, closing the lipstick bar.

“I don’t know, I guess he’s nervous with all the press and that. When I called him last night he seemed exhausted, and we didn’t talk long.” you remembered his tired voice, and fact that there was pain behind him. “I think something has happened, or maybe it’s just the stress. Anyway, I’m flying to see him as soon as the interview is over”

“What?! Y/N, we have the premier tomorrow”

“I’ll make it on time, don’t worry.” you laughed.

It wasn’t just a decision you took last night. You knew how important the film was for Ben, so since you discovered your press tours would be the same month, you knew you would be paying a visit to your boy. The previous night conversation just settled up the day.

“Tell him I say hi, and that he needs to call you more often because I can stand your grumpy face only for so long” she laughed. “What time are you-“

The annoying noise of your phone interrupted her, and she looked at you with a knowing smirk. With a quick good luck wish and a hand squeeze, she took her bikini and left towards the hotel’s swimming pool.

You half ran towards your bed, where your phone with Ben’s face on the screen was ringing. With shaky fingers and a huge smile, you accepted the call.

“Hey, baby” you said, sitting on the bed.

“Hey” his voice was deep and rough, more even than usual. “I just called you to wish you good luck. You’re going to do great, love. As always.”

“I hope so, I’m kind of nervous.”

“Don’t have to, everything is going to be fine.” There was a moment of silence where you frowned, missing his usual cheerful attitude.

“Are you okay, Ben? You sound… tired. Too tired. Are the guys letting you sleep?” you joked.

“Yeah, yeah” he laughed. “Don’t worry, Y/N. Everything is, right, everything is fine, don’t worry for me. I-I have to go, the guys a-are waiting for me. Call me when it’s over. Love you.”

“Ben, wait-“ the beeping sound of the line cut you off. Frowning, you took the phone off your ear and saw that Ben had hung up.

The picture that it was showing you was kind of a joke. You two had been in a park, having the best day of your life, when he took it. You two were smiling at the camera, happy and in love with each other. Ben seemed far from that on the phone. Maybe it was just the stress of the tour, you thought. Traveling across the world with Brian May and Roger Taylor was a big deal, and Ben had every right to be nervous and tired.

Still, as you closed the door of your hotel room behind you, you could have sworn that Ben’s voice broke in the end of the call.

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You shifted once again in the uncomfortable couch, an awkward smile forming in your face as the interviewer talked. The place was really nice, and you really thought the interview would be a good one.  They received you with a drink and offered to keep your purse in a private room. A kind girl finished your make up and a man explained to you the lines of the interview. It seemed great until the interviewer appeared.

First of all, the woman was more focused on the cameras than on you. Apparently, they told her one of the main characters was coming to the program, and she had expected it to be Chris or Robert, not you. So you could feel her disappointment. The questions weren’t about the film, but about your personal life and about your co-stars. Chris Hemsworth’s abs were a common question.

“Who would you pick then?”  she asked, interrupting you as you were talking about your character’s development.

“W-what?”

“If you had to pick someone of your cast, who would you pick?”

You sighed, knowing that you’re the interview was being a disaster. Even someone who was watching it from their house could notice that you didn’t want to be there.

“I wouldn’t pick anyone, they are all really nice people” you said, trying to change the topic. “We all work hard and we are friends. It’s like a family.”

“Talking about family, how is your relationship with your parents? We noticed that they weren’t on the premier in Italy”

Of course they weren’t, you thought. Your parents were from another country, and they had a life there. Their works didn’t let them go with you to the premier, and they didn’t want to get too mixed up with the famous world. Sure, they talked about their famous daughter to anyone, but they preferred to have a normal life.

“They were busy” you shrugged. The woman raised her painted eyebrows, trying to get you to say something else. There was a moment of silence where you thought you everyone could hear your heart. “Is-is that all?”

“Well, considering I didn’t expect you coming here today and that you’re not willing to answer to my questions, I suppose so.”

She must had received something from her boss, since she pressed her hand on her right ear. She frowned and looked around, confused as why she shouldn’t have said that.

“I can and I will answer any questions about the film, that’s what I’m here for. And about not expecting me, you knew a main character of the film was coming. I am one of them.”

One of the camera’s guys tried to cover up a laugh with a cough, although the woman heard him and gave him a dirty stare. Your hands were cold and you could feel sweat in the back of your neck, the only thing you wanted to do was to leave.

“Then I guess this is over. Can I ask you one last question, Y/N?”

“S-sure.” you frowned. She hadn’t asked you if she could ask any of the previous questions, so you got the feeling that you weren’t going to like that one. The woman still hadn’t said anything about Ben, so you weren’t surprised when she mentioned him.

“Tonight is the big premier here, I suppose you’re excited.” She gave you a fake smile when you nodded. “We’ve seen some pictures of you and your co-stars in the hotel, yet we haven’t seen Ben around in the last weeks. Is everything alright between you two?

Your eyes widened at her question. She was quiet literally asking you if you had broken up with Ben. You could hear your manager in the background, complaining about the personal questions and threatening with taking you out of there. Yet you didn’t want to give them the privilege of thinking that Ben and you had broken.

“Ben is in the press tour of Bohemian Rhapsody, so he’s really busy. I can’t go to his premiers and he can’t come to mines.” you smiled. “Everything is fine between us, we’re happy but busy with work.”

“So the photos haven’t affected your relationship?”

Two years ago, Ben was hanging out with his cousin when the press took photos of them and publish them on the Internet. You remembered seeing them and asking Ben for a break, just because you wanted to be left alone for some hours. You were sure he wouldn’t cheat on you, even if you didn’t know she was his cousin, yet Ben thought that you were going to leave him. He appeared in your doorstep after taking a five hours flight with tears running down his cheeks, babbling about how much he loved you and how he would never cheat on you.

Social media had never been an issue in your relationship, not even the rumours about cheating. You trusted Ben and he trusted you. Yet as the woman said those words, your mind went back to the conversation with Ben that morning. He seemed eager to hang up, and doubts filled your head. You should have just turned around and listened to your manager, who was shouting at the director behind you.

“What photos?” you asked, your voice firm and your hands shaking.

“Oh, they were released yesterday.” she smirked. “We have a copy of them here, we can show you in the big screen.”

You expected to see Ben hugging another girl, maybe even kissing her. Maybe they were old photos, or it was Ben’s friend. You expected to see a lot of things, but a photo of your very naked boyfriend wasn’t one of them. In the screen, you could see three photos. In the first one he had a towel around his waist, and you would have laughed in any other moment at his adorable lost face. In the second one, he had his back turned and was already naked. And in the third, he was showing his whole body to the camera.

“Turn off the cameras.” your manager ordered as he walked into the stage. “Everybody, turn off the cameras and stop transmitting.”

“Hey, you can’t just walk here!” the woman got up. “No, no! Don’t stop the interview, keep recording! This is on direct!”

“This was on direct?” you blinked away the tears, as you manager helped you up. “H-How dare you to put t-that on direct?”

“They are on the fucking Internet, everyone can see them. Come on, haven’t you heard me?! Turn on the cameras!”

A pang of guilt hit your chest, and you felt bad for even thinking that Ben could cheat on you. Of course he was tired and sad, what surprised you is that he had found the strength for calling you that morning.

“We can’t stop the program!” the woman shouted, and you set yourself free from your manager grip to point a hand to her.

“You’re program is shit, this interview has been a shit and you’re an horrendous person.” you said, and everyone got quiet. “What gives you the right to show something like that? You’re supposed to be professional, not to give away to things like this.”

“Are you telling me how to do my job?” she laughed.

“Not your job anymore.” you scoffed. “I swear, you’re going to hear from my lawyer, and I’m going to make sure you don’t hurt anyone else in this job. Real media get screwed up because of people like you.”

You grabbed your purse and walked out of the stage with your manager, hearing the threats and shouts from the interviewer. Once you arrived to the car, you gave him the direction of the airport and dialled Ben’s number. You were going to make things right.

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Four hours and a half, that was how long it took you to travel from California to Virginia, where Ben was staying with the cast. In the plain, you had made too many calls; to Ben, who still hadn’t answered, to Elizabeth and the guys, to your manager and to each one of Ben’s friends. Rami was away with Lucy for the day, yet he told you that Ben should be at the hotel; he didn’t know anything. Gwilym and Joe were there, but they didn’t help you much, saying that Ben wanted to be alone for a while. Only if they knew why.

When you landed on the airport, a car was already waiting for you to take you to the hotel. You were glad you had send them the address before, because as you climbed on the backseat, the tears started. It was 9 pm and night was starting to fall down on the city; it made the moment only more depressing. The man looked at you through the rearview with pity eyes, watching as you sobbed uncontrollably.

He must had seen it by then, you thought. Ben liked to be active on social media, to keep track of his family and you, and to be kind to his fans. It was a matter of time before he saw it.

You tried dialling his number once again. Maybe it was the fifty time you had called him, you didn’t know and didn’t care. The kind man of the taxi told you quietly that you had reached your destination, and gave you a comforting smile before driving off. In the lobby of the hotel, you met Joe. He didn’t think you should have come, yet he didn’t know why Ben was locked in his bedroom. So he decided to wait for you in the lobby.

“Y/N! Oh my God, what has happened?” he ran to hug you, and your sobs grew louder if that was possible. “Is-has he done something?”

“N-no! Ben is-s a wonderful p-person, he w-wouldn’t even hur-rt a fly!” you looked at him with angry eyes.

“Okay, okay! I was just asking! What has happened?” he asked, noticing how defensive you seemed to be of his friend.

“Not now. Where-where is he?”

Joe told you the number of his room and you ran faster than ever. It was on the seventh floor, the one reserved for the cast. You counted the room with your heard in your throat, and finally found his room. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. It was silent for a while, enough for you to catch your breath and to clean your cheeks with your sleeves.

“Baby?” you asked softly, putting a hand on the door. “Baby, can you-can you open the door?”

Again, he didn’t respond. You could hear quiet sobs from the other side, so you tried to force the door open. When it didn’t budge, you felt yourself hyperventilating again.

“Ben, please” you tried not to cry. “I-I’ve taken nearly a five hours fly, I really need to see you.”

Some shuffling was heard from the other side; still, the door didn’t open. In that moment you started to panic. What if he had done something stupid? He hadn’t talked to anyone for hours. You felt your throat close under the pressure of something happening to him.

“Ben, baby open the door.” you cried against it, putting one hand on your chest and the other one on the door. “I-I need to see you, please, I’m starting to get worried. Should I-“

You nearly fell inside the room if it wasn’t for Ben, who with shaky hand managed to stop your fall.

The sight in front of you was heart-breaking. The room was dark and you could made out the undone bed. Your Ben, the cheerful boy who made you smile between the tears, was wearing just a dark hoodie. His eyes were red and puffy, and his lips were dry from crying so much. You didn’t have time to get up before he fell to his knees in front of you, hiding his face between his hands. It didn’t take a genius to know that he had seen the interview.

You didn’t know how, but you got him on his feet and carried him to the bed, where he clutched to your waist and didn’t let you. The bed was comfy, and you two laid in the middle of it for what seemed like hours. You ran your hand through his short hair, scraping your nails against it. The beautiful shirt you had been wearing for the interview got soaked with Ben’s tears, and you felt bruises forming in your side from how hard he was gripping you. Still, you didn’t complain, just let him cry until there were no tears left.

Ben then looked up at you, his lip trembling again.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you whispered, caressing his wet cheek. It was safe to say that he discovered them the day before, and that it was the reason behind his mood. Just thinking about him being alone with that for a whole day made your heart clench.

“I didn’t want to ruin your interview.” he answered, calmer. Ben kisses lightly your collarbone and spoke again. “I know how important it’s the press tour for you. It’s your last one, and I didn’t want to bother you. God, I’m so sorry, love. I’m-I’m sorry you had to come here.”

“I would have anyway, baby.” you smiled at him. “I was planning on visiting you one day, yet I didn’t know when. I’m always here with you, Ben. Always, in good and bad things.”

He pushed his body up so that he was covering you, and kissed your lips. You tasted the salty tears on them; in an attempt to make it better, you pulled him closer by putting your hands on the back on his neck.

You had to break the kiss after a while, gasping for breath. He bumped his nose with you, and let out a silly laugh.

“I didn’t think I could love someone as much as I love you, Y/N.” In Ben’s mind, there were a lot of things in that moment. The fact that everyone had seen his “nudes” because of your interview, how you were supposed to be with your cast in that moment and the heavy pain of his chest. Above all of that, stood the fact that you had travelled almost five hours to be with him.

“Ben, I’m serious. I’ll be here for you always.” you pecked his lips. “We’re going to demand the person who took them, and I promise that the woman will regret even looking at them.”

He took a deep breath to avoid another tear rolling down his cheek. Probably his world would be as messy as that room in the next few months, yet you were there for him. It was enough.

A/N: So, I know it’s true that Ben’s nudes were posted a while ago because, a fan I think? Anyway, I saw them on a fan page of Bohemian Rhapsody and I reported the post immediately. Please, everyone should understand that famous people should have their privacy. You can’t just post a photo of an actor you’ve seen on the street because you feel like it. I’m sure you wouldn’t like people posting about you, so don’t do it! Sometimes, we forget that famous people are also human, and that they have rights, just like us. Be respectful always!

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[beingjustlittlered]

KNY Demon Slayer AU

Tokito Muichirou × Reader

Reader POV. A dedication, to my せんぱいとむいちろうくん。

REMINISCENT- Part 1 : Muichirou AU

I was stuck. Being forced to stay like a sitting hen, with a few others of my unit, while the rest of them were dying in the demon maze. Nothing irked me more.

I'd been trying every possible argument but all of them were silenced by a non-committal grunt from Tengen-san. "Official orders," they said. But Oyakata-sama was no more which meant the orders didn't stand anymore. I was close to having my ears boxed when I yelled that opinion out loud.

But didn't. We were ALL imagining different loopholes in our head. Jumpy and eager, desperate to be allowed into the battlefield and avenge the deaths so far. But no one moved. Oyakata-sama's words were final.

"Please be safe. No matter what, just. Stay alive. Keep one breath aside for me. That will do." I muttered the prayer over and over, until finally dawn broke. It was followed by an awful, inhumane cry. All heads turned in the direction of the demon maze.

Tengen-San and Rengoku-san rose from their perch, hands on their respective swords. There were sounds of crashing, upon which two figures popped through the top of the maze, into the sky, the way stray corn ears would over spitfire.

Then the building began to fall apart and the screaming ensued.

It was chaos. The pillars, or what was left of them, were barking orders and trying to maintain composure. It was not safe to stay in the village anymore. I pushed myself through the throngs of people, eyes searching.

Shinazugawa limped past, clothes soaked in blood, something worse than emptiness in his eyes. In his hands he cradled two guns with more care than he could have ever been expected.

I stifled a sob with my fist. _Genya._ I rushed on.

Please. Please, my mind echoed. I tended to whatever injuries I was called upon, teeth gritted with impatience. But duty always came first.

_Why were there so many bodies?!_ I wanted to scream. So many people. But where were YOU?

"EVA-CHAN!"

"Tanjiro!" Kamisama, onegai! I could see the checkered pattern of Tanjiro's tunic now. He was hunched over. MOVE, I wanted to shout. Please, move.

He did. I came to stand next to him, looking down at the person he had been tending to.

"Mui-kun," for all the screaming I had wanted to do, my voice appeared to have died before I could.

"Eva-chan, you'll look after him, won't you? I need to go find Nezuko!"

I managed a nod, not taking my eyes away from the long haired boy lying unmoving before me.

"Tanjiro! Daijobu-ka?"

"Hai! Daijobu-desu!"

With that, he was off. Swallowed by the crowd.

I kneeled next to the Mist Hashira. Hashira. Who would believe this boy was a Hashira. Angry tears welled up in my eyes, and I took both his hands in mine.

"I'll save you, Mui. I'm here. I'll protect you now." Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but I felt a little squeeze of response.

A week. A mere seven days were all that Muichirou spent under my care. One day he was still unconscious, the next he was gone. That morning I came to find his bed and house empty. Panicked, I asked Iguro-san whose dwelling was the closest, about his whereabouts.

That was how I knew, he'd gone on a solo mission. Anger surged through me first. I vented it all out in the sparring ring. Then I was left alone in my house, with only the tears for company.

His wounds had only begun to heal. There was no telling what would happen to him. No source of communication. His karas was dead and he had told nobody about the location he was at.

Crying wouldn't help. Sleep was useless. I went back to the sparring ring.

Two days later, Muichirou arrived at my doorstep in the middle of the night.

"Pack lightly. We're going to the swordsmith's new village. Tomorrow. At dawn." And he left.

As informed, Muichirou was waiting under a sparse undergrowth next to my minka the next morning. When I reached where he was, he crouched infront of me, so I faced his back.

"Get on. And wear the blindfold." I followed through, silently. Silencing my roaring thoughts, for the time being.

It probably took a day, maybe less. But we didnt make any stops. Muichirou didnt suggest, so I didnt complain. The relocated base was closer to the swordsmiths' new village. I knew we had reached only because Muichirou had stopped. He crouched again, and tapped a hand on my calf signalling me to get off.

Tugging the blindfold off, I allowed my stiff joints to slowly relax to touch the ground. I stretched a little to rid the rest of it, hoping they still had a hot spring in this new village.

"We cannot stay," Mui said as if reading my mind. He reached into the satchel he was carrying over his chest, and tossed a piece of dried meat to me.

"Eat and follow." My patience was wavering, but I willed it to hold. We entered into a thick part of the forest and began walking. I was sure I'd crossed the same tree atleast three times after we had walked for about an hour. I was just about to point it out, unable to ignore it any further, when Muichirou spoke up.

"Close your eyes."

"What?"

He simply looked at me.

"Muichirou-kun, why won't you tell me where we're going? You said, the swordsmiths' village but we're well past it now."

He still just looked. Why do I even bother? I trusted him. With as much as my life. I closed my eyes.

"Hold out your hand.' Frowning, I did as told.

Soft cotton slipped into it, and I grasped it in reflex.

"It's the sleeve of my yukata. Keep your hold to it. Don't let go no matter what."

I nodded once and we began to walk again. I expected myself to trip in places, or atleast get swatted in the face by a tree branch. But I survived without injuries. I knew we'd arrived somewhere, when a heavy scent engulfed me. Distinctive to only kind of flower I knew in all my years as a herbalist. But there was also something peculiar within in. Like a smell within a smell. Another scent that was attempting to dominate the original smell.

"You smell it. What is it?"

"Spider lilies…but.."

"Take off the blind fold."

I hesitated. After seeing all the blood over the past week, I was reluctant to face the colour once more. Especially in such proportions considering the strength of the smell. But I took off the blindfold.

There was no red. Not a single speck of that ugly colour. Instead, I stood in the middle of a midnight sky coloured field.

"Blue. Blue Spider lilies." I couldn't believe my eyes.

"It's real."

"But how? Kibutsuji. He's looking for these. They shouldn't be real. They must be destroyed." But even as I said it, my mind warred with my mouth. No. This divine creation was meant to studied and employed.

"They must be protected. And they are. Only I and Oyakata-sama know of this. Knew. Now you do as well."

"Why, Muichirou-kun? Why show me?"

"Tamayo san is dead. You're the most talented herbalist in the community. And, I trust you." All this time, he'd been facing the flower field, eyes far away. But he turned to face me then.

"I trust you, Eva. More than most."

I knew the tears were showing in my eyes, but I willed myself to nod.

"Take a few with you. Keep them well hidden." He held out his satchel and I followed his introductions. Once I was done, I returned his satchel.

"Time to go." He looked at me pointedly.

But I wasn't ready. I had so much to say to him. To ask him. To simply exist by him. And these few minutes were all I got in so long.

I abruptly bowed, wanting to sound strong but not wanting to show him my tears.

"Muichirou-kun! Thankyou for surviving! And thankyou for coming back safely! I promise," my breath caught in a sob and I swallowed hard.

"I promise, to protect you as well as this secret. With my life." I straightened, willing the tears to stay put for a little while more.

He didn't speak a word. Simply staring, eyes roaming all over my face.

"Close your eyes, Eva." I did so immediately, thankful, for I couldn't stop the tears anymore. I held out a hand for his sleeve.

I was waiting for the comforting feel of the cotton, when I got embraced by it entirely. My breath came out in a whoosh as I got pressed against Muichirou-kun, his breath hot against the side of my neck.

"Mui.."

"Keep your eyes closed." I nodded and held him tighter.

I felt him pull away, but my hands were unwilling to unclench my grasp on him. He sighed and before I knew it, my lips were brushed ever so lightly by his own. The kiss was just like him. Hardly there, but leaving a lingering presence no matter how faint.

He gently moved away. I bit my lip, to keep in both a smile and a relieved sob, and held out my hand once again. And this time I was rewarded with the warm touch of his own hand instead of the yukata sleeve.

#kny imagines #kny au #kny #kny musings #kny muichiro #demon slayer au #demon slayer #kimetsu manga #kimetsu no yaiba #AU #au #imagines

[hcneymilkks]

Woojin ‘City Nights’

Life is always better at night.

Inspired by a post from Tumblr, changed it just a little

post found here!

College au! Friends to lovers.

[NOTE: Although Woojin is not in Stray Kids anymore (I'm still sad about that), or he right now is not a K-pop idol, he is still one in my heart and I will continue to write for him as one (not just a member of Stray Kids, but as a performer as well. Woojin will still be under Stray Kids in my masterlist until he becomes solo or an actor or something (he just gotta show off his talent if you know what i mean)]

Word count: 1.6k words

MASTERLIST

It was a Friday night. Normally people would be hanging with friends, going to clubs or bars, basically doing anything fun.

Y/N was not one of those people today. You usually were outgoing, your bright aura pulling everyone in, making you instantly be friends. It wasn't your fault that you had the face of a goddess.

But there were times where you felt like you were living a double life,  always wanting to stay at home wrapped up in the warmest blankets watching Netflix. Today was no exception.

Except.

You were stuck at the library doing a statistics lab, as the printer back at the apartment wasn't working and her roommate not home yet.

"Just one more question and then you can leave." you mumbled to herself.

Glancing at the clock, you knew it was late as you saw only a few lamps on. Probably students who wanted to get ahead on their studying.

Punching in the last bit of numbers, she relaxed in her seat. The papers still warm from the printer as it was stuck in your folder, ready to be handed in Monday morning.

You waved at the sweet librarian goodnight. The one who always gave you some book recommendations, your sore feet screaming for help as you trudged home.

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Stiffing a yawn and pressing the number three on the elevator, you were ready to pass out. But as you got to the door you blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

There, on the door handle of your apartment was a pink sparkly scrunchie.

"No no no no." You sighed and knocked loudly on the door.

The door opened and your roommate peaked through, glaring.

"Um hello scrunchie on the door. Remember the rules?"

Of course you had remembered the rules, you made them.

A scrunchie on the door meant that the other roommate had company for various reasons. This meant that your roommate had company now and it didn't sound good.

"Yes I remember but come on I'm tired and I just want to sleep on my own bed."

Your roommate laughed fakely. "I would love to let you in but I'm entertaining San right now. He's hot and a great dancer." She waves at who you presume is San inside their shared apartment and cringe.

"Listen I don't wanna know San facts I just want to sleep in my bed."

Your roommate glares once more. "Sorry girl, go find somewhere else to sleep. Byeeeee."

The door closes.

You groan, just where are you supposed to go now?

Cursing your roommate, you dial someone hoping that they answer.  

"Oh Woojin please pick up."

"Hello? Y/N?"

"Woojin thank god. I just got kicked out of my own apartment for the night so can I um crash at yours."

Woojin chuckles on the other end of the receiver. "She has company over doesn't she?"

"Yup and I can clearly hear them from outside so I'm coming to yours right now."

Woojin laughs. "You're always welcome."

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Across from the University campus was an apartment that Woojin resided in. It was five stories high, with blue blocks coating one side of the building. A bubble tea shop was beneath the building, Woojin wiping the last of the tables and counting the tills.

As he shut off the lights, his phone started to ring.

"Hold on Y/N, I'm just closing the shop."

"Hurry up you big bear, it's cold out here." Woojin looks through the shop windows and sees Y/N hugging her unoccupied arm towards her. He chuckles in response and opens the front door, getting hit with a small breeze.

You end the call and run to Woojin, your body colliding with his. "Hurry up Woojin I'm freezing and hungry and tired."

He hugs Y/N like there's no tomorrow, the heat radiating off of him mixed with the scent of his cologne makes your stomach swirl with a lot of emotions. You smile and relax in his embrace, the feeling of home.

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Woojin groaned.

"Great just great." He had forgotten to buy groceries today.

You were curled up on the couch, the blanket wrapped around like a burrito as the television was turned on to watch a Late Night Show.  "So Woojin, any luck with some food?"

He closes the fridge and walks into the living room with two bottles of water. "So how does a gourmet meal of ice and cheese sound?" You choked on the water, laughing.

"Woojin! This is the second time in two weeks! Are you okay? What are you living off of?"

"The Chicken Gods."

You rolled your eyes as he typed something on his phone. "Ah here's good news, the convenience store across the street is open 24 Hours. We could go on a little adventure, grab some food and then drive somewhere?"

Looking outside, it was pitch black with some stars scattering the sky. The clock shone 11:00 pm in green numbers. "Really Wooj? You want me....already wrapped like a burrito, to go outside in the freezing cold to get some food and go on an adventure?"

"Why not? It's not like you have done something exciting the past two months."

"I have!"

Woojin crossed his arms and rose an eyebrow. "Tell me Y/N, what have you done in the past two months that was exciting?"

You chewed on your bottom lip. "I went to a party?"

"Bullshit I came with you to that party! I know for a fact you wanted to leave because the one person you have been eyeing in your Chemistry Lecture was sucking someone else's face instead of yours."

Putting your hands up in irritation, you groaned. "Okay fine! So I have not done anything exciting, but what makes you think I'm going to get out of your apartment and into your car?"

"There's gummy choco at the store."

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There you were, wearing Woojin's hoodie over your thin turtleneck and in the car, forcing the heater on high.

"Dammit you! How could you say the name gummy choco in front of my face!?"

"Yeah yeah, you'll thank me later." Woojin's hands found yours and he clasps them together, squeezing it every so often.

The low sound of 3Racha, a music group at your local University was humming through the air. A comfortable silence wrapped around both of you.

Hands reattached as Woojin dragged you out of the car and into the small but bright convenience store, saying hello to the worker who was none other than Minho. A few things here and there. Instant ramen and rice cake soup added into the mix. Finished off with a huge handful of gummy choco, you whining to Woojin to pay for it because "you were forcibly dragged out of your warm burrito blanket".

The convenience store smelled of beef and spice, both you and Woojin sitting down and catching up. No longer sleepy, as the laughter from Woojin was like a melody to your ears.

Hands reattached as Woojin ran into the empty parking lot laughing and smiling. You couldn't resist and joined along, fooling around while the stars were watching.

Woojin smiled and tugged you closer. "Let's go into the car, I have somewhere I want to go."

Both of you looked back and waved to Minho who's phone was out recording. He waves back and chuckles to himself.

"Well someone is getting cuffed tonight." [Sent to SKZ groupchat]

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Woojin's fingers lightly tapped the steering wheel as Day6 started to play on the radio. He increased the volume and started singing along to Shoot Me as you used your fist as an imaginary microphone.

Although it was getting closer to 1:00 am, the city became a nightlife, as if everyone had the same thought on this one Friday night.

Life is always better at night.

Woojin parked the car and opened the door, taking your soft hand in his. There was chatter amongst the crowds, as food vendors and shops were still open at this time.

Could it be? "Is this, a Nightmarket?"

Woojin smiled and nodded. "I heard this one is the most popular, wanna check it out?"

"Hell yeah."

Music played throughout the venues, trying out different foods, drinks. Taking lots of photos. You learned a new side of the city you resided in, that, not everything exciting happens in the daytime.

"Can we get one chocolate hazelnut mousse bubble tea with white pearls, 30% sugar and no ice and then just one pearl milk tea please."

"Can we get one fish cake soup, one order of dumplings, and two orders of the red bean pastries."

"Stand here Y/N I'll take a photo."

"Woojin come in here let's take one together."

The buzz became quieter as Woojin led you to the place he came to think. A hill that overlooked the city. The lights twinkling under the sky that was calling for a sunrise.

"I can't believe that we just stayed up for the whole night. Woojin do you know how bad that is?"

He shrugged. "I mean we both have the day off since it will be Saturday. Plus live a little Y/N, you're an adult, you're allowed to be free of the constraining chains of a society accustomed to the same norms and values of 'if you finish school you will have a higher chance at getting what you want.'"

"Wow, no need to go all educational on me."You looked at him smiling. "But I don't mind it."

Closer they went to one another, hands on your hips, hands on the back of his neck. Both of you knew it, felt it, wanted it.

And as the sky slowly turned to orange, you whispered a thank you and your lips met each other’s in a breathtaking kiss.

#this one was in my drafts for a long long time #so why not post it now #woojin #thank you woojin #we love you woojin #nine or none #even though you are not in stray kids anymore....you are still part of them #....you have become a stay LMAOOOO