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universalistotalis · 3 years

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Stiff That You Love

Ushijima Wakatoshi (Timeskip!) x Female reader

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You never thought you'd see him again. You almost choked on the truffle pasta that you ordered in this café when a certain beautiful giant waved and made his way to you.

"Holy damn." You whispered underneath your breath as his strides made their way towards your table. You knew he was already a show stopper back then, but now???!

You were so sure everyone would drop dead at the sight of him.

"Hi." He greeted with his deep voice. "Do you still remember me?"

Surprise filled your expression at his question but you smiled politely and nodded your head. "How could I forget? How are you Ushijima?"

You swore you saw a glint of relief and excitement in his eyes but it immediately wavered as he motioned to the chair in front of you.

"May I?" He asked again, holding the back of the chair.

Is he really going to sit here with me?!

"Sure, of course." Your voice squeaked at the feeling of your heart bursting out of your chest. His greeting was enough to kick the air out of your lungs but a whole conversation?! You didn't know how long you would last in his ever- intimidating presence.

It was already the last year in college and you were so determined to graduate with latin honors. Every single minute of your life, you dedicated it to studies, friends and family. They were all that mattered. And so you stayed until the wee hours at certain café spots around the university or at the library inside the campus. You went to meet up with friends during the weekends only for a simple dinner or lunch. You called your family members every chance you get during free time. That was your life. And you were content.

But then this boy came in to the picture.

"You will be partnered together and I shall assign the pair. Make sure you finish the written output, video presentation, and oral defense at the end of the semester." Those were the words of your professor during one of your classes before yours and his name were called out together.

You swore it was fate. Romance was really not in the forefront of your mind but as they say, "You'll find it best when you're not looking".

AND MY GOD WERE YOU SO WRONG!

This man named Ushijima Wakatoshi who came out from nowhere, looking as good they come, had no ounce of romance nor funny bone in his muscular body. He was the most dense, most serious, most infuriating man you've ever met in your whole life!!! He was a whole perfectionist, always so blunt at his comments about the outputs that you showed him. He was also so strict with the deadlines, not considering that you had other classes than this that had much more weight and importance.

You were so close to giving up but...

"Y/n?" You knew that voice only belonged to the certain antagonist in your story right now.

Your hands trembled as you wiped the tears streaming down your face after your meeting together at the library.

"Ushijima, hey!" You pretended to be your usual chirpy self as you turned around to face him.

It was already late so the lights surrounding the university casted an unworldly glow on his face. He was always so breathtaking no matter where you put him but damn those looks! He was just as heartless.

"Are you alright?" He asked with a worried tone.

"I'm fine. I'll be going home now. See you next week." You excused yourself.

"Wait." His cold fingers caught your arm and that made you stop your tracks.

"Is there a problem, Wakatoshi?"

He bowed his head before slowly releasing you in his grip. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior."

"W-what?" You wanted to make sure if what your ears heard was right. He does not seem the type to apologize.

You heard another deep sigh as he looked at you. "I've always been told that I come off too much to others. I didn't realize it until recently when one of my friends told me."

"Oh, well..."

"I'll try to be better though. I'll be more careful from now on. And I'm really sorry if I ever hurt your feelings in the past." He said with all seriousness that you can't help but sigh and just nod.

"You can be really mean sometimes." You agreed and chuckled, letting a tear escape your eyes.

"You've been crying." He stated flatly as if he was reciting a trivia. "I'm still so sorry."

You giggled. "Yeah, I forgive you. Anyway, it's getting late, Wakatoshi. We have to head home."

"I'll walk you home." He said with a finality in his voice. You were again, surprised by his actions but just agreed because this was such a draining day.

And as you were nearing where you stayed, you were again surprised at how comforting his presence was.

You did find his presence after that night relaxing. He became more tactful and he started to insert jokes during your meetings which shocked you so much the first time that he felt a little offended. You became such close friends that his team mates in volleyball were again, shocked that he managed to get a friend outside the team. It was just a matter of getting used to, you thought to yourself. He's just so honest, mechanical, and straightforward to a fault and you got to master how to tell him off when needed. He also developed to trust you so whenever he needed advice, he would always go to you and trust your honest words.

Looking at him now, it made your heart warm at how far he'd come. It's amazing to have known him then. To have seen how he grew as an athlete, a student, and a person. He may still be a little stiff but that's just the Wakatoshi you've come to love.

"Soo..." He started while sitting back down again after claiming his coffee from the counter. "I am not disturbing you, am I?" He pointed at the laptop and papers next to you.

You laughed. "Not at all! I finished them anyway."

"How have you been then?" He asked. His elbows were resting on the table and his hands were holding on to the cup of coffee. The sight was a little funny considering his giant built was leaned onto a very small table.

You smiled gently. "I've been good! I got the job that I dreamed of having and I own some businesses too. Ho--"

"Your eyes sparkle the same way." He cut off.

"What?" You asked, surprised at his random comment.

"Your eyes..." He pointed out. "They sparkle the same way they did in college when you were talking about something you like."

"How did you notice that?" You laughed.

"I'm known to be observant." He smirked slightly, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Okay, Mr. Oh-So-Observant, how are your matches going? I've been tuning in since the first tournament and it looks like you're going to the semi- finals!" You cheered not hiding your pride and excitement for the country's national volleyball team. When you searched on how to watch the live games, you insisted that you were there to cheer for the country and definitely NOT to cheer and simp for a certain brown- haired, serious player. Definitely NOT!

"You've been watching our games?" He asked, eyes slightly widening at the thought of you cheering for him. What he didn't know was that you were always watching his games since college, not missing even one match. You were always there, crying at how proud you were of him. Also, crying at how much he could never be yours.

"Of course, I have, silly!" You chuckled and pointed at your laptop. "I've been watching here and you're just so amazing and strong!"

He suddenly paused at your statement, silently raising a brow at you and smiling softly.

"I- I meant that your whole team is amazing and strong." You clarified, a blush automatically painting the whole of your face and ears.

"Would you like to go tomorrow?" He blinked, setting down his cup on the wooden surface. "To the game, I mean?"

Your eyes widened at his offer. "Are you serious?!"

He chuckled at your reaction. "Of course! We're allowed to bring spectators for the games, I'll just give you the tickets."

"Wow, Ushijima, thank you so much! It's an honor!" You chimed excitedly, jumping a little on your chair.

"The honor's mine." He replied, grinning at you.

He already knew back then that you were one of a kind. No one ever really stayed and tried to understand his demeanor and personality but you did. You were so honest and kind and you always knew what to do or say to keep him at ease. You accepted him for who he was and he's so thankful to have met such a beautiful soul. Even when you were doing nothing, even when you're just sitting across this table from him, without you knowing, you already made up his entire exhausting day. Hell, you made up all those exhausting years of not seeing each other since you two graduated. He suddenly imagined if being with you would always be like this. So peaceful and just pure bliss...

"You've got to be shitting on me! Is that Ushiwaka?" The pair sitting next to the glass walls of the café was oblivious of the red- haired tower and group of men walking past the street. All of them were wearing coats and casual attires as they're planning to go for lunch at their favorite restaurant for a little reunion. The all powerful Shiratorizawa Volleyball Team, headed by Ushijima in high school, cowered like puppies at the name of their captain being mentioned.

"Where?!" Goshiki stopped and shielded himself from an invisible force. "He said he couldn't make it!"

"I guess our baby's growing up, look!" Tendou hummed and pointed at the two of you laughing and looking at each other with heart eyes. "I bet they don't know that they're shooting hearts at each other."

"I never thought he could smile like that." Semi whispered.

"Yeah well, he's been crushing on that girl since college." Tendou filled the silent wonder of the whole group. "That's why she looked familiar! He kept sending me photos of them together studying or something..."

"Studying, my ass!" Shirabu laughed as they continued staring and hiding behind a post at the same time.

They all burst out laughing and again Tendou chuckled. "No seriously, they were studying!"

"Yeah well, they look good together. I hope he'd have the balls to ask her out. Please god!" Goshiki put his hands together as if seriously praying.

"Bet you 10, 000 yen, we'd be attending his wedding two years from now." Semi challenged.

"Nah, I'll go with a year." Tendou offered.

The men casted their bets on how long you and Ushijima would get married. They knew their captain so well to be sure enough that he was serious with you. Safe to say, Semi won the bet.

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mikauzoran · 3 years

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Lukadrien: Zebras Can’t Change Their Stripes: Chapter Two

Read it on AO3: Zebras Can’t Change Their Stripes: Chapter Two

Luka looked different.

Not exactly in a bad way. Sure, his appearance was a little disheveled, and he didn’t look like he’d been sleeping or eating well lately, but Josie had said that he was going through a breakup, so that made sense. He didn’t look like he was a perpetual wreck…just that he was having a hard time at the moment.

He was slightly more muscular than Adrien remembered and maybe a little taller too. His hair was jet black now and kind of long on top with an undercut just in back. He had more ear piercings, and Adrien was sure he’d probably picked up another tattoo or two in the past four years.

The eyes were the same cool, relaxing blue, though, and his face was relatively unchanged save for a few lines here and there that either hadn’t existed or hadn’t been as noticeable before.

Adrien would recognize Luka’s face anywhere, though. You didn’t just forget the face of the person who made you rethink your sexuality.

“Luka?” he whispered, fear and dread and excitement lighting up every nerve in his body.

He was screwed. Luka knew who he was. Luka could tell the rest of the band before Adrien was ready.

He’d just had an epiphany about fixing his life and reconnecting with old friends and reaching out for help, but he wasn’t actually prepared to do anything about those things yet. This was too soon. He couldn’t—

“—Whoa there,” Luka interrupted Adrien’s runaway train of thought, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. “I come in peace, I swear. I didn’t want to make a scene back there because I figured, if you were using a pseudonym, you wouldn’t want me to out you, but I wanted to talk to you.”

Adrien’s shoulders started to hunch up defensively, expecting the worst.

His father had hurt Luka and Luka’s family, and while it had never occurred to Adrien that Luka might take out his grievances on Adrien, it certainly wasn’t outside the realm of possibility. Adrien had seen perfectly nice people turn into ogres as soon as they found out Adrien’s true identity.

“How are you doing?” Luka asked, voice overflowing with concern as he took in Adrien’s appearance at close range, scrutinizing.

Adrien blinked in surprise because that was one of the last things he had expected to come out of Luka’s mouth.

“I’m…okay,” he answered disjointedly, still trying to get his thoughts together. “Why are you asking me that?”

Now it was Luka’s turn to blink at Adrien incredulously.

“I mean…I haven’t seen you in four years, and I’ve been worried sick,” he scoffed, hand going to his hip. “Adrien, you disappeared on us. No one got to talk to you and make sure you were okay before you left for London. You didn’t reply to any of our texts or emails. You didn’t pick up your phone, and then we found out from your cousin that you’d run away and no one knew where you were.”

Adrien averted his gaze, staring down at the sidewalk. He’d always felt guilty for disappearing like that, but…he just couldn’t deal with anyone at that point. Only now was he beginning to feel like he might be ready, but he still wasn’t completely sure.

“Of course I want to know how you’re doing,” Luka continued in exasperation. “I’ve spent the past four years scared that you were dead or-or worse. I care about you.”

Adrien’s eyes snapped back up to Luka’s to see the earnestness there.

It just about knocked him flat.

“You do?” he whispered, wanting to believe it.

“Oh my God, Adrien,” Luka hissed, stepping in and roughly pulling Adrien into a tight hug. “Yes. I love you. You’re a precious friend. A lot of people are worried sick and want to know you’re okay.”

“Oh,” Adrien breathed, letting himself sink into Luka’s arms. “I didn’t realize… I wasn’t thinking about…”

“It’s okay,” Luka whispered, giving Adrien’s hair a comforting nuzzle. “The important thing is that you’re safe. I’m just so glad that you’re safe.”

Tentatively, Adrien let his arms wrap around Luka, returning the hug.

The relief he experienced then was almost overwhelming. The warmth of another person, the protective shelter of Luka’s arms…it felt so good.

It had been so long since the last time Adrien had been able to relax his guard like that.

Luka pulled back with a warm, fond smile. “Want to get lunch together and catch up? Or did you have something else you needed to do?”

Adrien hesitated, thinking of his dwindling funds. He didn’t have money for food and lodgings.

He bit his lip. “I actually already ate before the audition, but I could just get a coffee or something. I’d like to talk.”

“Awesome,” Luka responded with a dazzling grin, feeling better than he had since The Breakup.

“You’re sure you don’t want to get a pastry or something?” Luka arched an eyebrow when Adrien really did just order an expresso. “I seem to remember you having quite the sweet tooth.”

Adrien forced a smile.

In truth, he’d kill for a hot chocolate and a pain au chocolat or something. He’d even settle for a fresh croissant, but he had to budget if he wanted to make it to his first payday with the band.

“I’m good, really,” he insisted.

Luka easily shrugged the matter off, far more interested in getting Adrien’s story out of him. “So where have you been these past four years?”

Adrien fingered his waterglass nervously as he tried to decide what to share. “I’ve been around,” he informed vaguely. “After I left London, I headed to Marseille…Nice, Lyon…Strasbourg. I’ve just been travelling around, seeing the country.”

“Huh,” Luka hummed. “That sounds nice, actually. I’m glad you’re finally getting to travel. I know you didn’t get out much before.”

Adrien nodded, keeping his polite smile in place.

Part of him felt dishonest for purposely misleading Luka into thinking he’d just been off gallivanting, but he wasn’t quite ready yet to confess how destitute he was.

“I just needed some time on my own,” he explained. “I’m kind of…you know…finding myself, I guess?”

Luka nodded. “So how long are you back in Paris, do you think? Have you been back long?”

Adrien shook his head. “I just got into town two days ago. I’m hoping to stay long-term, but I don’t really know yet.”

“What do you do for work?” Luka inquired, gazing at Adrien with interest as he leaned his elbows on the table. “You were getting your degree in Business, weren’t you?”

Adrien looked away. “Uh…I do this and that. I move around a lot, so having a stable job for more than a few months hasn’t really been a thing. I…”

He chewed on his lip, debating. “…I actually didn’t get to finish school. I was right in the middle of my degree program when my father was arrested, and things just…” He shook his head. “My world got a little upended, and I never made it back to school.”

He couldn’t afford it. The Agreste fortune was gone, and the money that Gabriel had said he’d been putting in trust as payment for Adrien’s work as a model for the company had never existed. There had been no accounts in his name, only his father’s, and that all got sapped up with the rest of the assets.

“I’m sorry,” Luka responded with a worried frown. “Do you think that’s something you’ll do now that you’re planning on being in one place for a while?”

“I’d like to go back to school,” Adrien answered truthfully. “Maybe someday…. But tell me about you. How are you? How’s your family? What are you up to nowadays?” he asked in rapid-fire succession, anxious to get the focus off of himself.

More than that, though, he really wanted to know what Luka had been doing the past four years. He wanted to catch up with his friend and get back in the loop so that he could start feeling like a part of Luka’s life again.

Long ago, they’d been thick as thieves, and Adrien craved that kind of intimacy. He would love to be close to someone again.

He listened intently as Luka told him about the bands he’d been in, about picking up violin and piano, his reconciliation with his biological father.

“At first I was thinking I didn’t want anything to do with him out of principle,” Luka explained. “I mean, he didn’t bother acknowledging me for twenty-three years; why should I acknowledge him? But then I started thinking, ‘Well, why shouldn’t I take his money? Don’t Maman and Juleka and I deserve it? It’s not just for me. He owes us this’.”

Adrien nodded in agreement. “Absentee parents are the worst. It’s not like money is enough to make up for the gaping hole in your life where he was supposed to be, so I don’t see a problem with you taking as much as he’ll give you. You’re not sacrificing your principles; you’re just taking a small fraction of what he owes you.”

“Yeah, I felt better when I started thinking about it like that too,” Luka confessed. “…Though…I’ve actually been having dinner with him and his family occasionally.”

Adrien’s eyes widened. “Oh? And…how is that going?”

A sheepish smile started to stretch across Luka’s lips. “Pretty well? I mean, it’s really surreal, but…” He shrugged. “Penny is awesome. She’s been invaluable as far as giving advice for my own career and making introductions and stuff like that. Their kids are also really cute. I kind of love them.”

Luka pulled out his phone and quickly found a picture of his half-sisters. “Michelle and Eleanor.” He pointed to the five- and three-year-old girls with cappuccino skin and big, expressive brown eyes. “Named after the Beatles songs, of course.”

“Aww,” Adrien cooed. “They’re adorable.”

“He’s actually a really good dad to them,” Luka admitted, even though it pained him. “That helped me forgive him somewhat. It makes me think that, maybe, if he had known about me, maybe he would have been a good dad to me too.”

Adrien smiled sympathetically and nodded, handing back the phone. “I’ve only interacted with him a couple of times, but he doesn’t seem like a bad, malicious person. Careless and distractable maybe, but…not bad, so…maybe you’re right.”

“But we’ll never know,” Luka sighed, shrugging again as he put away his phone. “I guess all I can do is see what he does going forward. Maman and Juleka were always enough family for me. It sucked sometimes not having a dad in my life, but I never felt like I needed him to complete me or anything. I don’t need him now either, but…it’s nice to be able to reach out and talk to him if I feel like it. I like that it’s on my terms.”

“I’m really happy for you,” Adrien replied with a sincere smile.

His own life and relationship with his father were rubbish, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t happy for Luka. He wanted good things for Luka. Luka was a wonderful person, and he deserved happiness in his life.

“Thanks.” Luka returned the smile, thinking about how lucky he was to have things that Adrien never would. “Seriously. That really means a lot.”

Adrien shrugged and was about to say something when the food arrived, completely distracting him.

Catching sight of the ravenous look on Adrien’s face, Luka arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure you don’t want to order something?”

Adrien quickly snapped his poker face back into place. “No. I’m good. I just ate.”

He smiled innocently and took a sip of his espresso.

Adrien’s stomach let out a loud roar of protest.

Luka frowned.

Blushing, Adrien drained his water glass, hoping that giving his stomach something at least would make it shut up.

Luka pursed his lips. “…I think your stomach is ready to be fed again.”

“I’m really not hungry,” Adrien mumbled into his glass.

He could feel his ears starting to heat up in shame.

“…Are you sure? Because I don’t actually think I can eat all of this croque madame on my own,” Luka tried an alternative route, beginning to suspect the problem. “If you could split it with me so that it doesn’t go to waste, that would be awesome.”

Adrien looked up at Luka suspiciously. “You’re not going to eat all of it?”

Luka shook his head, pushing the plate across the table.

“Well, if you’re sure.” Adrien only hesitated a moment before taking half of the admittedly large sandwich.

It took an enormous amount of self-control not to scarf it down like a starving wolf because that was exactly what Adrien felt like.

Luka picked up his own half of the sandwich and chewed at it as he watched Adrien thoughtfully.

He waited until Adrien had finished to say anything. “…When was the last time you actually had a decent meal?”

Adrien blinked at Luka in surprised confusion. “I…I just ate earlier.”

Luka shook his head. “Adrien, you’re even thinner now than when you were a model. What’s going on? Why aren’t you eating?”

“I am eating,” Adrien argued fruitlessly, unwilling to drop pretenses and let Luka see what shambles his life was in.

Luka gave Adrien a look that told him that Luka could see right through him. “You’re a vegetarian. For the six years I knew you, whenever you had any say about what you ate, you always ate vegetarian because your mother traumatized you when you were little. Yes, you would eat chicken or pork or whatever if it was put in front of you, but you never enjoyed it, and you always picked at it. I just watched you inhale a ham sandwich like it was the most delicious thing you had had all month. Now, what’s going on?”

The hair rose on the back of Adrien’s neck, and his shoulders scrunched up to his ears.

Tears began to sting back behind his eyes as he realized he’d been tricked.

Still, he didn’t have it in him to admit defeat. He couldn’t stand to have Luka look down on him. That was why he’d never wanted to turn to anyone from his old life for help. He couldn’t bear for them to know how bad it really was and think less of him for it.

Everything else had been taken away from him; he couldn’t give up his dignity too.

“Nothing is going on,” he insisted, voice trembling.

Luka took a deep breath and reached across the table, resting his hand on top of Adrien’s. “Perfect Fifth?” he pleaded gently, using a nickname Adrien hadn’t heard in years and hadn’t realized until that moment how much he’d yearned for it.

“Talk to me. Please,” Luka entreated, eyes soft and inviting. “I’m really worried about you.”

The tears started to fall as Adrien’s resolve shattered completely. He couldn’t do this anymore. He needed help. He needed to feel safe. He needed Luka to wrap him up in another hug and make things feel okay again.

“I don’t have any money,” Adrien hiccupped. “Like…none.”

It started as a trickle, but once Adrien got going, the dam burst, and he found himself confessing everything: “Father never put money in an account for me like he said he would. After he was arrested, they froze all of our assets, and then everything got eaten up in the litigation. There’s nothing left. I couldn’t afford to pay for university, and my aunt was really resentful of me staying with her, and it hurt too much anyway because she and Maman are twins. Whenever she’d say passive-aggressive things with my mother’s face, it really messed with my head, so I stole some money from her and left, but it’s really hard to find a job where you don’t have to fill out paperwork, and no one wants to hire Adrien Agreste,” he lamented bitterly, “so I’ve been washing dishes and cleaning hotel rooms and working in laundry rooms and kitchens and-and I’ve thought about becoming a sex worker because then maybe I could earn some decent money and not have to eat out of dumpsters or sleep on the street ever again, but I’m asexual, and I just-I just can’t,” Adrien choked.

Luka sat there stunned for a moment, trying to process everything Adrien had said. He quickly decided that processing fully would have to wait until later because Adrien needed Luka to jump in and do something four years ago, so there really wasn’t time to spare.

“Shhh,” Luka cooed, taking both of Adrien’s hands in his and rubbing his thumbs back and forth against Adrien’s skin soothingly. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay, so just take some deep breaths, all right?”

Adrien nodded slowly, making an effort to compose himself.

“Where are you staying right now?” Luka inquired pragmatically.

“A hostel,” Adrien replied. “In Pigalle. It’s just a couple blocks from the Moulin Rouge.”

“How long do you think you can afford to stay there and pay for meals?” Luka pressed.

Adrien looked away. “It’s one or the other. I can stay there one more night and get some snacks to tide me over the rest of the week, or I can eat regular meals and sleep rough.”

“Okay. No,” Luka decided. “You’re coming home with me.”

Adrien blinked at him. “Sorry…. What?”

“My apartment has an extra bedroom. I used to have a roommate, but she moved back to Nice to help out with her sick grandma five or six months ago, and she’s not coming back,” Luka quickly explained. “You’re coming to live with me until you’re back up on your feet and feel like getting your own place.”

Adrien pulled his hands back away from Luka, frowning and shaking his head. “I don’t want your pity.”

Luka clicked his tongue, taking one of Adrien’s hands back forcefully. “This isn’t pity. This is what friendship looks like…. I have a feeling it’s been a while since you’ve experienced it, so I’m reminding you of how it works. We’re friends; therefore, I care about what happens to you and want to make sure you’re okay. I have enough crap going on in my own life without having to worry about you sleeping in alleys and passing out from hunger. Do me a favour and make my life less stressful. Come live with me so I know for sure that you’re not lying dead in a gutter somewhere. These past four years have been really hard, Adrien.”

Adrien’s jaw went slack, and his mouth dropped open. “…You actually care about me, don’t you?”

Luka nodded, giving a tired smile. “Very much. So, what do you say?”

Adrien inhaled slowly, trying to piece together fragmented thoughts. “…If you really don’t mind. If I wouldn’t be in your way.”

“Adrien, you would be doing me a favour. I’m serious,” Luka insisted.

Adrien pursed his lips. “…Okay,” he finally agreed, still not certain this was a good idea but knowing that it would be better than continuing to try to go it on his own.

“Good.” Luka’s face brightened as he squeezed Adrien’s hand and then let go. “Thank you. Now, let me flag down a waiter and have him bring us another menu. I’m actually starving because I woke up at noon and haven’t eaten all day, and I have a feeling you could eat more too.”

Adrien frowned, not understanding. “But…I can’t afford…?”

Luka waved Adrien’s protests away. “Until further notice, your expenses are my concern. Order whatever you want.”

The furrows in Adrien’s brow deepened. “I couldn’t possibly—”

“—How long has it been since you had a hot chocolate? A crêpe with chocolate sauce and ice cream and whipped cream?” Luka tempted.

Adrien thought very hard for a moment, trying to decide if his principles and pride were worth more than the luxury of eating something just because it tasted good.

His stomach won out, and Adrien decided that maybe it would be okay to be kept by Luka. There were worse things in life.

“Okay,” Adrien agreed, making a big show of how reluctant he was to do so. “I think I see your point.”

Luka’s impish smirk turned affectionate. “Seriously. Get whatever you want, but don’t eat too much so that you make yourself sick. I’m not going to let you go hungry, okay? You’re always going to have food from now on. You’re safe.”

It had been a long time since Adrien had last felt safe. It was a huge relief to know that feeling again.

“Thanks,” he whispered weakly, tears threatening to overwhelm him yet again.

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vexelier-suix-cipher · 3 years

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"Hello fellow Ryoma enjoyer!! Could I request headcanons of Ryoma and Sakura (seperate) with a gender neutral!s/o? Maybe they find out that their s/o draws them sometimes?? Thank you so much!! ^^"

Yes yes of course!! I hope you like it!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)

(I am so sorry this took me so long Sakura is harder to write than I thought-)

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Ryoma Hoshi

•He liked watching you doodle and draw alot

•He found you're art style really cool!

•Definitely lived up to the name of "Ultimate Cartoonist"

•He would always ask to see your beta sketches, he thought the old versions we're pretty cool

•Has very shyly asked you to draw a cat for him before

•Kept that shit FRAMED

•He just loves your drawings

•Tries his best to keep your space clean so you don't scurry around trying to find stuff

•He tried drawing in your style once when you were gone but hot embarrassed halfway through and tossed it in the bin

•Still amazing art ( ╹▽╹ )

•When you were gone one day, he was surprised to see your sketchbook open to a page you had been doodling on

•Ryoma being the amazing boyfriend he was, he went to go clean it up and place it go the side

•But he accidentally dropped it

•And it landed on a completely different page which made him blush red

•The page was absolutely filled to the BRIM with doodles of him

•He picked it up and looked through a few more pages filled with just drawings of him

•He had one of those stupid smiles on his face as he admired them

•There were some of him with cats, full body ones, without his beanie, etc

•There were so many!!

•And he loved them all!!

•He chuckled lowly to himself and set the sketchbook back down, pulling his beanie down to cover his flushed face

•Though he couldn't really cover that derpy smile he had plastered on his face

•When you came back he had a nice chat with you

"Ryoma!~ I got more supplies!!"

"Sweet. And also, nice drawings you got on those last few pages babe. Really got my good side."

•You blushed a bit, looking at him wide-eyed

"You saw?!"

"Hey don't get mad at me now, the book fell and I happened to take a peek."

"I thought I hid those well..."

"They still look great babe."

"Well thank you then Ryo~"

•A nice kiss to the cheek left his face red with another derpy smile

"Geez...don't gotta smooch me so much y'know..."

"Oh you know you like it so hush up."

"Got me there."

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Sakura Ogami

•Ahhh such a sweet girl!!

•I just love it when ✨women✨

•Anyways

•She loves all your cartoony doodles you draw!

•She let's you draw all over her arms when you're bored in public and it's the sweetest thing ever

•She draws a bit too but she always says that yours look so much better!

•She loves to ask how you draw certain things, she just finds your style so cool!!

•If she found out you like doodling her in your style

•She'd absolutely melt inside

•She will 100% wear whatever you'd like for reference

•Sakura would also 100% be willing to pose however you want for more muscular drawings

•Always asks to see your drawings

"Dear, may I see your drawings?"

"Of course! Here you go."

"These are all so lovely! I just love- is that me?"

"Which one?"

•insert Sakura flipping through quite a few pages filled with doodles of her

"W-Well yes! I like drawing you.."

"I love them S/O. Thank you."

"Mhm!"

•She'll never tell you but she took a picture of the pages and now looks at them when she's feeling down

•Off topic but would leave notes all over for you and love when she finds little doodles next to them :›

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I am so sorry this took me so long I couldnt figure out how to write for Sakura-

Sorry for Ms. Ogami's being so much shorter than Ryoma's 😭😭😭

I hope you liked it tho-

-Vex ∆

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stachmousworld · 4 years

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The Sun

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Black!reader

Phew. I don’t even know how to tag that. You will cry and laugh and cry and be happy.

Tags: angst with happy ending, which includes self-deprecation, low self-esteem.

She entered the communal room with a greeting on the tongue

“Pictures of my...” Bucky pointed his groin. “Really?”

Deciding to eavesdrop, she tiptoed near the couch and hid behind a wall. She leaned and peeked at them. From her hiding place, she could see all of them. It was a chance they hadn’t noticed her.

“Yes, women love that,” Sam said, nodding with confidence. He turned to Clint who also nodded.

“Really? It is…” Bucky trailed off, his voice getting smaller. “…something that women like?” He asked unsure.

“Bucky, you gotta trust me – us. We are happy you came to us for advice and we would never lead you astray,” Clint told him, without any hint of his usual snark.

Doubt crept in her mind. What the hell did they tell him and why did Bucky not come to her first? He knew that Clint and Sam were not reliable. She thought he’d be comfortable with her. After all, she was the closest to him.

“So…when I have her number, I’ll send her a picture of my…” He didn’t dare say the word, which seem too...not so him. “And she’ll like it?”

Pictures of…? Realization dawned her. Bucky had found someone. And this someone wasn’t her. She wiped her dry cheeks and took a big breath. She was his best girl and as such, she’ll be there for him, even though he didn’t love her.

“Y-”

“What the hell is going on here?” She uttered.

All of them jumped. Bucky spun around, a hand on his chest. He looked somewhat guilty and awkward. She smiled softly at him and muttered a small hello. Bucky sputtered a few words. His ears were getting red and his eyes rounder with panic. She repressed her chuckle. He looked like a kid who’s been caught the hand in the cookie jar.

Sam and Clint, though, sported a smug smile. She narrowed her eyes, suspicious.

“I don’t know what you’ve been telling him, but if I find out it’s bullshit…” She threatened, eyes staring deep into Sam’s, who cowered. He jumped to his feet, grabbed Clint and scrambled away. She smiled, with complete satisfaction. The “stare” always worked on Sam and sometimes on Clint, when he wasn’t reckless.

A few months ago, while they were both, Sam and her, talking about their moms. Sam had revealed how he was still scared of his mom’s stare. Even now, as an adult, his mom was able to make him feel like a kid. This information, unfortunately for him, had been stored. In fact, she would have gladly kept this weapon locked in her memory, but since Sam loved to prank Bucky, she’d make sure to keep him in check.

Some pranks could be triggering for Bucky, whether Sam was aware of it or not, and since Bucky didn’t like people to pity him…Let’s just say that the following months she had taken a great pleasure in making him squirm.

Bucky coughed and looked around, still a little awkward.

“What did they talk to you about?” She asked, nonchalant.

“Hm…nothing?”

“Are you asking me?” She laughed, a little nervous.

Bucky huffed and shook his head. She decided to change subject. The last thing she wanted was to make him withdraw.

“I’m going in my room, do you w –.”

Before she could finish her sentence, Bucky jumped to his feet and quickly made his way to her. She shut her mouth close and started walking toward the elevator.

They made their way to her room in silence. Bucky had clearly something on his mind. He was looking straight ahead, moving his hands as if he was talking to himself. Whatever the others told him it really perturbated him. And, if she was to believe what she heard, she hoped they hadn’t plant bad seeds into his head.

She tried not to think of the picture of his – she licked her lips – dick. She had long imagined how it’d be. Long, large with a little curve, the tip would be a reddish color…She had seen him in boxers before and had glanced a few times without getting caught, which has been difficult. Bucky had the bad habit of looking at her, even when they weren’t talking.

At first, she’d thought that there was something wrong with her. Maybe something on her face, or else. But no. Bucky loved to look at her. He could spend up to an hour, not moving, eyes on her. And when she’d turn to face him, he’d not even blush. She didn’t know if it was something common back then, but she’ll have to tell him not to do that with a stranger.

Imagine the lawsuit, she cringed. She could see the title on the first page “The Winter soldier harassed a strange.”

She shook her head and opened her door.

“I’m going to take a shower and I’ll come back,” she signaled, closing the bathroom door behind her.

She took a shorter shower than planned. Her head was buzzing with thoughts that even the hot water couldn’t disperse. She dried herself with her fuzzy towel, relishing in its softness and warmth.

She would forever thank Tony for those heated closets. Surprisingly, he hadn’t known about them. She had even thought he was pulling her leg. But no. Tony Stark, billionaire and genius, hadn’t known about hot towels. It hadn’t been long before he upgraded her own heated closets and set them on every floor. Steve and Natasha had been the first to use them, despite their skepticism and they’d love it.

Bucky had not outright told her he liked the new installment. She even thought he’d never used them, until she received a box full of first editions of her favorite books and records. The love and affection for him had grown tenfold.

She shook her head, a peaceful smile growing on her face. Bucky was really a man of few words.

She put on a boy shorts, and a strapless top before leaving the bathroom.

Bucky was sitting on the bed, looking at his phone. Her smile disappeared. Oh, yeah. He wasn’t interested in her and was talking to someone. She pretended to tidy her paperwork, glancing frequently at Bucky. He had not looked at her once. She didn’t let the disappointment overcome her joy.

“So, I heard what the others said, and I wanted to tell you that if you need an ear I’m here,” she said, nervous.

“No, it’s okay, thanks,” he replied, curtly.

Why wasn’t he looking at her? And what was it with this tone? She didn’t want to force him to open up and seem like a clingy girl. She grimaced. Yep, not a clingy girl.

“Ok. But you shouldn’t send a picture of your penis to no one, unless they ask you. And even if they ask you, you have the choice. And you should also be careful…” Bucky raised his head and looked at her for the first time since the communal room. “…because you also are an Avenger.” She finished, feeling lame.

Bucky tilted his head, pensive. Her confidence was steadily crumbling. He had to say something or she…

“Come here and sit down,” he ordered, calmly.

She released her breath and walked over bed. Bucky tutted and pointed the floor. She raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll do your hair,” he replied, as if it was the most obvious answer.

She sat down legs crossed. Bucky scooted forward, her box containing all of her hair products next to him. In her turmoil, she didn’t even notice it. She placed her hands underneath her butt to stop them from trembling.

Bucky slowly took off her wig making sure to be gentle where the glue was still holding on dear life. She grimaced in pain when it finally came off. Her forehead was burning, and she wanted to pat and press the irritated skin to sooth the pain.

Bucky stopped moving behind her.

“What have you done, again?” He asked, annoyed.

She raised her eyebrows. He couldn’t have found out. Her heart started to beat faster. There was no way he had noticed what she’s done.

“You know that I can see you, right?” He whispered in her ears.

She raised her head and met Bucky’s grey eyes in the mirror. She grimaced guiltily and avoided his intense gaze.

Bucky tilted her head back and observed her forehead. He pressed a metal finger across the mark on her face making her hissed in pain, which didn’t deter him. He kept on massaging the same spot over and over again until she couldn’t feel the pain.

“What have you done?” He asked again.

She sighed. “I wanted it to be more glued.”

He flicked her ear, making her wince. Ouch, she thought, pressing her hand on her ear.

“You are lying.”

“’am not,” she declared, pouting.

“Don’t make me tickle you,” he warned, before starting unbraiding her braids. His nimble fingers worked with practice ease and rapidity.

“I…” She stopped talking. The last thing she wanted was to appear weak in front of him. Not again. She didn’t like to complain or be ungrateful but sometimes her insecurities were too heavy for her to overcome. So, some days, she’d stay in bed, mulling over all the criticism she received. ‘You are not skinny enough.’ ‘You skin isn’t smooth enough.’ ‘You should consider surgery for your horse teeth.’ ‘Your boobs are big but if your waist was slimer you’d be body goal.’ ‘You’d be more beautiful if you had a bigger butt.’ ‘Your legs are too muscular.’ ‘You should wear your hair straight all the time.’ ‘You are too dark.’ ‘You speak white’ etc.

She could go on and on about the things she heard from colleagues, friends or even relatives. She could, most of the time, ignore these thoughts and move one. But the other days, like today, she hadn’t been able too.

There had been an annual brunch at work. She had wanted to be perfect. Not too loud, not to silent, straight hair, clothes that masked or accented what they wanted to see. She hadn’t spoken when not spoken too and didn’t try to be angry at their comments on her blackness.

She has tried. So hard and for so long…

She blinked trying to repress her tears. She sniffed and wiped her nose. But the more she tried and the less she felt like herself. Like this girl coming from a hard-working family. Her parents had made sure she went to the best schools, even if it meant sacrificing their own happiness. She had seen them work their entire life and save enough money to open a restaurant. Money, which ended up in her university fees. And now they were back to square one.

So, she couldn’t fail them. She was working so hard not to become a disappointment. And the worst is that they would never tell explicitly that she was a burden. They’d smile gently and encourage her to find another work, or to maybe go back to university…

“Baby Girl, are you okay?” Bucky asked, putting a halt to the train wreck in her head.

She nodded.

“You do know that I can see you, right?”

She quickly dropped her head, wiping her tears.

“Was it about your brunch?” He asked, now worried.

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

“Did something bad happen? Did someone do something to you?”

She shook her head.

“Does it have to do with why you glued your wig on your forehead.”

“It’s too big,” she wailed. It was ridiculous, she knew it. To have a complex so insignificant. But how many times people had made fun of her about it. She had been able to straighten her teeth and whiten them, use makeup to refine her nose, and lighten her skin, but there was nothing to do for her forehead. It was too damn big.

“What?” Bucky leaned and embraced her tightly. He let her cry and sob without interrupting her. She felt herself fall apart. She was so weak, and Bucky didn’t deserve that. He had already a lot on his plate.

She tried to push him away, which had the opposite effect.

“Don’t push me away, baby doll.” His voice cracked. “Don’t. I’m here for as long you’ll have me.”

“Not true…” she retorted. Her voice came out muffled. “...got a girlfriend…gonna leave me.” She sobbed harder.

“What? What do you mean I have a girlfriend and why would I leave you?” He asked, confused.

This time, when she pushed him away, he let her. He grabbed her face with his hands and pressed their foreheads together.

“What do you mean?” He repeated, his eyes glistening, filled to the brim with tears.

She sniffed, unable to look away.

“I heard your discussion with the other –.” Bucky suck a breath. “And you implied you are interested in someone.”

Bucky stayed silent for a second.

“And…why would I leave you?”

She bit her lip hard enough to make it bleed. Bucky wiped slowly the blood with his finger.

“You really love hurting yourself,’ he complained, half-joking.

He released her and sat back down on the bed. He leaned and pressed a kiss on her forehead. She froze. From one kiss came many more on the sore mark left by the wig. She sighed, not moving one inch.

“For a small head like yours, you really are thinking too much.”

He took some oil in a bottle and started applying it to her roots. She shivered at the cold oil dripping on her scalp.

“You still didn’t answer me,” he reminded her.

She chose to answer to the least painful question. There was no way she could explain why she was afraid he’d leave her.

“Kids used to make fun of me,” she explained, vaguely.

Bucky hummed. There was some oil running down her neck. She didn’t have to notify him that he wiped the nape of her neck with a small towel.

“If it wasn’t my forehead, it was my horse teeth. If it wasn’t the way I talked, it’d be my skin color. Then I hit puberty, and criticism on my breasts size, waist, butt, hair, nose…” She took a shaky breath. Bucky was now massaging her scalp. Usually she’d enjoy it. After all, Bucky was an expert. He would release the tension in her scalp and help her relax, until he braided her hair again. But now, she felt more vulnerable than ever.

He was already twisting her hair into vanilla braids, when she blurted out, her voice full of pain and incomprehension. “Bucky, why am I not enough? Why don’t any of my efforts work? I try so much…I swear Bucky. I promise, I try so hard to fit in…but nothing works. My parents have worked so hard for me to be here and I don’t understand why I am such a failure.” She took a quick breath. “I wear straight hair because my natural ones are not professional. I smile, I try to look less menacing, less smart, less cocky, less…less….” She let out an ugly cry. A sound coming from the deepest part of her chest. She leaned forward and heaved.

She felt Bucky’s arms lift her. He laid her on the bed, embracing big spooning her. He held in his arms and kissed the oily top of her head. She was so lost in her pain to notice.

It took her what felt an eternity to come back. Even if the ugly monster in her brain roared and trampled her defense, she fought to come back.

“’m sorry,” she mumbled.

Bucky stayed silent. The only evidence she had he heard what she just said was how he tightened his arms around her, cutting her oxygen supply. She let him. It was probably her last hug from him. He would probably leave her now he witnessed her breaking down. And maybe…and maybe he’d have the courage to say the words her parents couldn’t. He’d be the one to tell her she was a burden.

“Don’t ever…” He said, harshly. “Don’t ever say that you are a failure, or not good enough.”

She shrugged.

“No!” He screamed suddenly making her jump. He rolled her over and face her. She stood still. Bucky was…he was crying. She had made him cry…She thought her own tears and guilt. She was really a burden. Her weakness brought pain and suffering to everyone around her.

“’sorry. Didn’t want to make you cry.”

Bucky’s face turned into a painful grimace. More tears came out of his eyes.

“I fucking love you.” He whisper-yelled “I fucking love you and hearing you saying those words...it’s like you’ve put me in the electric chair again and again and again.”

She tried to apologize but he pressed a finger on her lips. Guilt gnawed her inside.

“Don’t you ever degrade...” He spat the word. “...yourself like that. Ever.”

He kissed the tip of her nose, closing briefly his eyes.

“If you could see yourself with my eyes, you’d see how amazing you are. Hell! If you could see yourself through every Avengers’ eyes, you’d see that you are gorgeous, smart as hell, snarky, sarcastic, but also kind with a golden heart.”

He caressed her cheeks.

“I love you. And I want you to love yourself for yourself. I want you to tell the colleagues of yours to go to hell. I want you to do everything that pleased you. And not everyone else.”

He kissed each wet cheek.

“Your parents love you. They believe in you. You could never be a failure. Never. And I’m sure they’d agreed with me that you need to find another job.” She shook her head, disagreeing fervently. “Yes, you’ll change job. I have seen you, baby doll. I have seen you wilt and become more depressed. You always told me you wanted to work as a librarian. I know you have enough money to quit and you can become what you truly wanted.”

She opened her mouth to shut his idea down. It was true that on one particular night she’d express her dream of owning a library. But it was…crazy! A mere dream. She could…She should keep working and give her saving to her parents to help them open their restaurant. That was the goal since she was 18.

She didn’t notice Bucky leaning forward and she barely registered the pressure on her lips. She blinked slowly before closing her eyes. She sighed in the kiss. He didn’t try to push deeper. He backed away, then kissed her again. Just a press of two lips on their twins. There again, her thoughts disappeared.

“You need to shut that brain of yours.”

“What about your girlfriend?” She asked, dazed.

“What about her?”

“Wouldn’t she be mad that you just kissed me?” She frowned.

“Are you mad I kissed you?” He asked, a small amused smiled appearing on his face. His eyes were still red and the grey of his pupils were darker.

“What?”

“Are you mad I kissed you?” He reiterated, patiently.

“Why…I don’t understand.”

He brushed his nose against hers.

“You asked me if my baby doll would be mad at me for kissing you. And I just asked my baby doll if she was mad because I kissed her. Clear enough for me.”

Her brain short circuited. She spluttered some unintelligible words.

“Are you?” He asked.

She raised an eyebrow. Her heart was beating to fast and her brain wouldn’t catch up with the situation. One moment she was crying, then he was crying, then they were both crying and then kissing, and now…wait! He said he loved her. She didn’t imagine it, right?

“I love you,” she blurted out, blushing profusely. Let it not be a dream. Please…

“I love you,” he replied with a happy smile. “Took you long enough. I thought you’d never catch up.”

Their body sagged against each other, the pressure and tension leaving their body. All the benefits from the early head massage was gone. Her neck was stiff, and her heart was beating so hard she could feel it through her skull.

“So, I’m your best girl?” She teased him

“If you had opened you eyes before, you’d notice it since the beginning,” he retorted on the same tone. “I have never been one to be good at hiding my feelings. Everyone could see my love for you.”

“Since the beginning, really? I’m sure I’ve loved you longer, though.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. “You were always talking about this Jeff from work.”

“Jeff?” She frowned. Seeing how sulky Bucky was, he had probably botched the name, as usual. “Do you mean Jeremy?”

His eyes grew comically wide. Why did she had to fall in love with such a kid.

“You see! You remember his name and his been out of the company for more than a year,” he stated, indignant.

She laughed. “Babe, you are unbelievable. I remember his nam –.” She stopped talking. Bucky eyes were now half closed and is grin…oh his grin…

Warmth pooled in her heart as her lips reciprocated his. A tender smile. Full of love and longing.

“Babe,” he repeated slowly, like he was tasting the word on his tongue to see if it was right. His smile grew wider.

“Well, you call me baby doll so…”

He suddenly laughed and grabbed her. She slapped his chest to show her disapprobation.

“I’m not a ragdoll. You’ll have to treat me carefully. And hey! You didn’t even finish my hair!” She exclaimed, in fake outrage.

Bucky doubled and laughed harder. She soon joined him.

Later…later, they’ll discuss again.

Later, he’ll show his love to her.

Later, he’ll help her stand her ground and raise her head high.

He’ll let her shine for the world to see.

And if…And if one day, as she rose high and beyond, she decided to let him go. Bucky would let her. Because his love for her would burn like a thousand suns. No matter what. And she’ll forever hold his heart.

Two years later, it felt inevitable to him. After she opened her library, after she met new people, after she got away a few months overseas, Bucky hadn’t dared hope.

And then she came back. The little box in his jacket felt too heavy. She looked heavenly in her little black dress. A few years ago, she’d have never worn it, but now she was confident. She talked freely and with animation. Her hands had yet to touch the silverware near her cold plate.

She mentioned a few people, fondly. And Bucky knew he wouldn’t be able to stand besides her. She was shining so hard and he was a shadow. But the Sun never needed one. She needed a strong man, who’ll support her through everything.

So, his box stayed in his jacket.

After their date, they wandered around. She had pressed him to talk about his life, in vain. The more they walked and the less they talked, until the silent came. Loud and heavy.

She was cold, he noticed. Without even thinking he gave her his jacket. She barely protested and snuggled in.

Bucky stayed in his thought thinking on how he would break up with her before she did.

“Bucky?” She asked, unsure.

He stopped walking and turned to her. She was holding the box in her hand.

“What is it?” She asked in a small voice.

“Nothing!” He tried to grab the box, but she was too fast. How ironic. Him the Winter Soldier was too slow.

She quickly opened it and…and…time stopped. Bucky had many words, explanations…all of them died before leaving his mouth. He waited with bated breath her reaction. Her eyes widened and…

“Yes!” She screamed, jumping around then in his arms.

Yes? She had said yes. He…Bucky spun her around barely believing his chance. She didn’t want to break up with him. He sighed, breathing in her scent. She was there she still wanted him…

“Of course, I want you, dummy,” she replied in his ear. “You’ll forever be my King. My knight in shining armor…”

Tears of gratitude pooled inside his eyes. His doubts slowly dissolved under her warmth.

His Sun.

“My Sun,” she whispered on his lips.

He tensed at the nickname, thinking it came from him.

But no.

As he stared deeply into her whisky orbs, he finally realized it. He finally realized that they were two pieces from the same sun.

And they’ll burn until the world ended.

Fin

Mother masterrliiiisssstt ✨✨✨🐱‍🏍

#friends to lovers #love story #being a black woman is exhausting #woc #bucky barnes x poc!reader #bucky barnes × black!reader #bucky barnes #bucky is the best #daily racism #low self image #building confidence #angst with a happy ending #bucky barnes insecure #Clint and Sam are little shits #mcu fic #black female character

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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Assuming that you’re a girl, when you’re on your period do you use tampons or pads? pads

Do you like taking pictures of yourself? funny ones if any

How much have you won on a lottery ticket? like 2 PLN lol *I tried few times out of curiosity to see if my strategy works and besides once I was always winning this amount of cash

What is your favorite thing to do on your phone? play Choices <3

Was your first phone a flip phone? nope Have you ever butt dialed someone? from what I remember it happened in the bus one time when I was coming back home from school What is an old website that closed down that you miss? polyvore If you’re a girl, have you ever had an embarrassing period story? not really Do you watch America’s Got Talent? I watched polish version at the beginning but got annoyed and bored with it, saw some foreign videos on yt tho Which country has the best accent? England? (british) Did you cry at your high school graduation? I don’t think so Who is a former friend that you wish would come back into your life? sigh... Have you ever been in a serious romantic relationship? this one’s serious to me Who was your favorite Spice Girl? I don’t remember Did you ever want to be in a band or music group? if I had a talent... What instrument did you play in the marching band? I wasn’t in the marching band If you could take any one type of dance class right now, what kind you take? vogue or some classic in pairs maybe to remind myself what I learned in middle school but tbh I’m not much into the idea of attending any dance classes Who got kicked off of your favorite talent show that you were mad about? more than one person actually :( Do you own the entire series on DVD of any TV show? If so, what? I wish! Can you tell the difference between Mary-Kate and Ashley? I can’t Who is your favorite set of twins? hmm... What is the grossest thing you have ever vomited up? don’t wanna think about it Did you ever take your dog to school? never Name one person you know who had a baby in high school. I don’t know personally anyone like this Do you keep a list of your favorite quotes? I try Describe your dream wedding in three words. small boho rustic Have you ever seen someone throw up on a plane? wasn’t on a plane but if that happened then I’d parachute myself outta there, yeet

Has God ever healed you of anything? If so, what? hope he will now but doubt it Do you believe in God? yes? Do you pray, and if so, to whom? to God, Jesus, Virgin Mary, saints, my brother...

Do you find church fun or boring? irritating and sort of tiring but if I had to choose between fun and boring then I’d go with the second, sorry What is your favorite thing to do in a swimming pool? pee *I’m joking Which part of your body is the most muscular? eyes from rolling them hahaha Have you ever painted a sugar skull on your face? no way Are you an artist? some sort of Did you ever take Latin in school? floristry Do you prefer to run in the street or on the sidewalk? *shrug* Which holiday is closest to your birthday? Valentine’s day if it counts

What’s the weather like for today? similar to yesterday’s Have you eaten breakfast yet? I have What have you accomplished today? nothing What curse word do you use the most? kurwa? Would you ever make out with someone of the same sex? as a lesbian XD What is your mother’s and father’s names? personal Last person you text messaged? dad

Would you ever volunteer to pick up trash around your town? count me in

Do you think desktops are more comfortable than laptops? they’re not Do you freak out when 666 appears somewhere? would say so Do you think it’s gross when you see gay/lesbian couples out in public? excuse me?! Was last night enjoyable for you? not really Can you go in public looking like you do? I suppose

So how are you today? not well

Do you enjoy going to the library? my library is really small and we don’t have lots of interesting books but I don’t mind visiting

Do you know anyone who has a pet bunny? my gf’s bestie and my ex friend had one

What store or website would you most like a gift card for? uh oh can’t choose :3

Do you use Pinterest? no longer but I thought about making a new account, what do you think?

Do you know any sign language? wanted to learn but then I found out every country has it’s own and gave up

Do you have a favorite poem? Posłanie do nadwrażliwych is one of them, I like just a bunch, prefer to write poems than read ‘em

Describe your favorite scarf, if you have one. I own so many...

Do you have a dog? yep

Have you ever read the Little House on the Prairie series? I watched a show but I read Mały domek w wielkich lasach

Have you ever performed in front of more than 100 people? in school

What do you do when a man you’re not interested in asks for your number? luckily I’ve never been in such situation and hope I won’t be

Is there anywhere you like to go because you find one of the employees attractive? what? Is there a big age gap between your parents? not big If you watch Glee, what has been your favourite song so far? If you don’t, why do you choose not to watch it? I’m not into musicals Did your parents ever forbid you from hanging out with anyone? oh well... If you drink, why? If you don’t, why not? I don’t like the smell, probably wouldn’t like taste either, my stomach is untolerant to lots of stuff, I don’t want to lose the rest of my health and being drunk might have bad consequences, also it’s expensive and addictive to that

What’s a word that begins with the first letter of your bf/gf/crushes name? monkey :P Have you ever heard a song mash-up? Did you like it? some were nice If you had to choose between being a garden gnome or a gargoyle, which would you be? gnome, yay!

What kind of dog would you get if you could choose any breed? chihuahua, pomeranian, pug, miniature poodle... Do you like to decorate? mhm Have you ever done anything sexual in exchange for something? nah Do you have nice legs?: pfft Do your parents ever try to tell you what or what not to wear?: my mom - she’s always saying my clothes are old or that they don’t match the weather Has a gf’s sibling ever hit on you?: nooo Do you have a nice butt?: do I? How many cell phones have you gone through in your life? about 5 Do you go to concerts? wouldn’t say so Do you shop online? very rarely Are you a fan of dogs? could say so

Is there a map hanging in your room? there isn’t Would you rather hold hands or link arms with your significant other? depends Did you ever throw up while kissing someone? it’s a fear of mine, it didn’t came true so far Do you like Batman? yep Who is in the room with you? nobody

What was the last food you put syrup on? I don’t use syrup

Can you see more than one computer from where you are right now? there isn’t any other in my house Ever had paranormal experiences with a OUJIA board? don’t mess with ouija boards Did anyone close to you pass away this year? no one close Have you ever been locked in the trunk of a car? luckily not Does your refrigerator have one or two doors? two: one for the fridge and one for the freezer Are you allergic to any animals? no idea Do you have any friends you like to visit whenever they’re at work? just my father Do you have a bathrobe? but I don’t use it Do you get bored easy or can you find ways to amuse yourself? I find ways, only boring ppl get really bored, I might lack energy or motivation but that’s all Have you ever been submitted to the hospital due to a car-related accident? not accident

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little-dragon-stories · 5 years

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I love your taste

Namjoon is very tired, he needs to rest but also he would like to have some sex. Is there a compromise?

W/C:2601

Warnings: Smut/oral/dirty talk

You haven’t seen your boyfriend in 3 days, 3 longs days without him by your side. Normally, you were use to it but not recently as Namjoon was working on his next album. To be completely honest, he was always working on some songs, but he has devoted the last 2 weeks exclusively to write and compose his music and doing so, you were able to see each other every day.

Last 3 days were differents thought, he had to go in Japan to shoot some commercials for Puma and for 3 fan meetings. He was coming back today and you were more than happy to be able to hold that tall, muscular and strong man in your arms again. You have missed him so much.

You started to be a little worried at 18h00 when you didn’t hear from him. Normally, as soon as the plane landed, he would text or phone you to tell you he had a safe flight. His plane is suppose to have landed an hour ago now and you didn’t get any message from him, plus he doesn’t answered his phone.

At 18h20, your phone buzzed and you discovered a text from Jin saying:

«y/n, our husband fell asleep in the plane, we had trouble to wake him up and now he is asleep in the car again, don’t worry about him. I’ll have him call you as soon as we arrived at the dorms xxx».

He joined a picture of Namjoon, sleeping in the car, his head reversed back on the seat, mouth wide open. Poor Joonie, he looks so fragile on that picture. You decided to change your plans for the night and texted him:

«Nam, I know you are really tired, I saw a picture of you sleeping in the car. My poor Namjoonie baby. Forget about our restaurant date tonight, I want you to take a shower and go to bed. I love you my love. You can call me, but don’t expect to see me tonight, SLEEP, don’t do anything else than SLEEP, you need it»

You made yourself a fast dinner, took a shower and crashed on the couch to watch a movie but you couldn’t concentrate on it. The fact that you would not see your man tonight made you feel sad and lonely because you missed him so much. You looked at your phone and realised that he had reply to you an hour ago but you didn’t see it, probably in the shower. He agreed to go to bed, admitting he had problems to sleep in Japan and that he can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

Missing him tonight, now that he is back to Seoul, was really to much to handle, so you decided that you could not wait another day to take him in your arms and you called a cab. After all, it was your idea to cancel your date and your are certain that he won’t be mad to wake up with you in his arms tomorrow morning. You don’t want to wake him up, you just want to sleep in the same bed than him.

As soon as you entered the dorms, you could tell all the boys were tired, their usual, familiar noises replaced by a very strange silence for 7 men living together.

You kissed Tae and Jimin on the cheek as you met them in the hallway.

«Hi noona, JonnieHyung will be very happy to see you, he was sad that you cancelled tonight»

«My poor man was so tired, I saw a picture of him…. wait, is this him snoring we can hear?»

Both of them laughed.

«Yes, when he snores like that it means he is dead tired».

You regret your decision to come here, after all, you would prefer if he sleep and rest tonight and you don’t want to wake him up. Why did you have to come here?

«Oh boys, I think I will go back home, he is sleeping like a baby, I don’t want to wake him up»

«y/n», Jimin said, «He sleeps deeply, I don’t think nothing can wake him up, go, he will be happy, I am telling you, he was sad earlier tonight when you cancelled your date».

«Thanks Jimin, go to sleep early too, you both look tired».

«We will Noona, good night».

You tiptoe into his room, get rid of your clothes quickly keeping only your t-shirt and you gently lift the sheet, making the most delicate movements possible. As soon as you can see his body under the blankets, your heart became warm. God, you love him so much and seeing him like that, vulnerable in his sleep, made you so tender. You slide yourself inside the bed, put the blankets back on the two of you and came as close as you could from him to feel his warmth, making sure not to touch him. Knowing him, the second he would feel your presence, he would wake up and want to share some time with you. But this is not what you want right now.

Facing his back with your head on the pillow, you listened to his breathing, his snoring to be more precise, and you were fighting the desire you had to hug him in his sleep, to snuggle your nose on the beautiful and muscular skin on his back. You closed your eyes, hoping that you will soon be sleeping too.

Something in Namjoon’s breathing changed and you lift up your eyelids to see what’s happening. You must have been sleeping because, it’s a sleepy but smiling face you have in front of you.

«Hello my love, what a nice surprise, you here with me. I missed you so much»

He was gently rubbing the exposed skin on your arm. You couldn't resist him anymore and after you kissed him on the lips, you came closer and stick your body to his, your legs automatically intertwined. With your head resting on his heart and your hand on his chest, you couldn't be happier.

«I am sorry baby, I couldn’t wait to have you in my arms, but I should have wait… Sorry for waking you up»

«I prefer it this way y/n, at least when I wake up, I know you are safe because you are here with me and I don’t have to worry about you. I sleep better with you by my side, you know it already».

«Then I am glad I came. How long have you been sleeping?» You asked him gently.

«In my bed, 2 hours maybe»

«Oh, nooooo, it’s not enough Nam, close your eyes and go back to sleep my love».

«Huuum, I don’t think it will be possible right now, but I know some other activities that can help recharge my energy even more than sleep» He said, smirking.

Saying it, he pressed his hips against your side so you can feel his growing problem.

«It’s been 3 days my love, I can’t wait anymore» he says as he begins to caress the sensitive skin in the back of your thigh.

«Kim Namjoon, I demand that you stop this immediately»

He started to laugh at your comment.

«You demand? Since when do you talk like that?»

But he didn’t stop to caress your thigh and his hand was finding its way a little closer from that now burning part of your body. It was harder for you to stick to your principe but for his health, you still tried to stop his plans.

«I demand you to stop. I require it»

«The real question is do you really want me to stop or you just require it»

His hand was now between your two legs, his fingers tracing fine movements back and forth on the soft and burning skin, almost as he was asking you the permission to enter inside of you.

«Namjoon, you know I always want you, it’s not the point aaaaah»

You couldn’t say anything else, his fingers were now penetrating you from behind and as soon as you felt him, your legs spread wider to allows him more space, another soft moan escaped your lips.

«You should have wear panties baby, it’s too tempting like that. Also, you better keep quiet my love, everybody is sleeping, we don’t want to wake them up, don’t we»?

Suddenly, an idea slowly made its way into your mind, you closed your legs and get away from his hand.

«You really want me, don’t you?»

«Oh yes my love, I do» he answered

«That’s unfortunate because I want you to rest. Do you think we can find a compromise»?

He lifted an eyebrow, searching where you were going with it.

«What’s on your mind?».

You lift yourself up, put your two hands flat on his stomach and pushed him down on the bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow, you straddle one of his naked lap, applied more pressure on his stomach with your hands so he can’t get back up again and very slowly started grinding on him.

«What’s on my mind is very naughty right now. If you really want to know, promise me to stay calm and I might show you».

«OMG baby you want to kill me?» He asked placing his hands on your hips, trying to deeper your mouvements.

You took his hands and brought them above his head, just like if he was attached there, on the bed.

«Namjoonie baby, if you want to come tonight and if you want it to be with me, you better stay very still. Otherwise, I might stop everything and invite you to sleep. After all, you needed to rest if I remember correctly. I am doing it for your health my love, you should thank me».

«That’s it, you really want to kill me. Go ahead, after all, I don’t know a better way to die than buried deep inside of your cunt».

«Huummmmmm, let’s see. First of all, watch your language. Second of all, who said this is the way I want to make you come?»

«How… how do you want to do it?»

«If you behave, you’ll see soon enough».

His eyes glistened with desire and he asked, almost whispering:

«May I touch you?»

«Only if I ask you my love, but I won’t».

You took off your shirt very slowly, you always knew Namjoon couldn’t resist seeing your naked chest. The effect you was looking for took him only a few seconds and you could see his member twitched in his boxers. You lower your head to kiss his lips again, using your tongue to tease him but your growing desire made you stop the contact fast, his lips and his tongue was not the parts you wanted to have in your mouth right now.

«Namjoonie, I can’t wait to rip these boxers off of you».

«You are gonna talk dirty to me the day you forbid me to move, you mean girl, you will pay for this». He was losing his mind...

«Oh, don’t worry, I know the consequences of my actions, loverboy», you answered blinking at him.

Slowly, painfully slowly, you took his underwear off and doing so, you allows your fingertips to gently brush the skin on his legs. He was already shivering under your touch and nothing was really started yet. The power you have on him always made you proud.

«I’ve been waiting to eat you for 3 whole days Kim Namjoon, but you had to go in Japan and deprive me from your cock, I missed it so much. Who is the real villain here? You know how much I love your taste».

With just those words, you could see him biting his lips from the inside.

«Do you think I should start right now? Or I should talk a little more?»

«Please do it, I am dying right now».

As you trail a path with your fingers from his chest to his manhood, you follow this up with your lips and tongue. He breathing was accelerating.

You wanted to take things slowly so you started by kissing his cock all over, using you hand to hold it in place. You started with a few quick pecks and then gave him longer, more intenses and wet kisses. Making sure to use a lot of saliva, you licked him gently, from the base to the tip and then you blew on the wet patch you have created, the cooling sensation made him moan and you could see his precum dripping out of his cock.

Still holding his penis steady in one hand, you started to make a slow and circular motion with your tongue around the top of his now fully erected dick, alternating directions and speed to make him beg for more. Looking into his eyes, you smiles at him and opened your lips slightly so you can gently squeezing the top of his cock between them.

«Baby please, take me in your mouth, I want more».

Without breaking eye contact, you took a few inches into your mouth and pressed the tip of his penis against the inside of your cheek, just to tease him a little more before you will start the real job.

«Please suck me, I can’t take it anymore, suck me please»

You took him out of your mouth and said:

«You are very demanding tonight, but since you are listening the instructions, I might get to it very soon my love».

«Stop talking and start sucking» he orders you.

«I am trying to get rid of your dominant side for tonight, if you talk to me like that, I might stop it all and let you jerking yourself off»

«ok…. suck me, PLEASE?»

«Much better baby».

You took him into your mouth and started to bob your head up and down right away, taking him in and out very slowly but deeper with each stroke. You were gently sucking him at first but as you noticed he was taking shortest and fastest breaths, you speed up the pace and suck with more pressure. You could tell, after a minute or so, he was already close to his climax, his body was tense, his head completely backwards on the pillow.

Suddenly, he lift his upper body up on his elbows and said, looking at you in the eyes:

«I am coming baby, keep sucking, I am coming»

As soon as he started to ejaculate in your mouth, you slow everything right down to a snail pace, slowly finishing him off by gently sucking on his cum.

«How was that Mr I Want To Dominate»? You gently asked him as you were crawling your way back to face him.

«That was the best blow job you ever gave me»

You started to laughed and answered:

«Namjoon, you say that everytime»

«And everytime I mean it»

He kissed you and as you felted his hand trailing their way between your legs, you told him.

«I have 2 hands you know, I came just before you…. I was serious when I told you to rest»

«You know you will have to pay for all this, right»

«Not only I know, but I am counting on it tomorrow morning. Now, sleep my love».

«Yes, your royalty»

You kissed him goodnight and got in his arms, spooning. With you in arms and his body fully satisfied, he fell asleep with a big smile on his face.

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bmongmong · 3 years

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Chaper 8 - Date

Blue pill or red pill - Jungkook

Description: You're a young girl, who's a little bit introverted and afraid to be under everybody's eyes. You only have your best friend, but it's ok for you. You don't want to be popular and believe in minimal things. One day you meet a guy. Or two?

Jungkook x Reader

The imagines I used are not mine Credit to the owners

Y/n

I freeze a bit. Why does he want to talk to me? I bet it's because of what happened earlier.

While I nod at him, I notice Rosé and Jimin going upstairs, holding hands. Then I remember about the surprise. I see Jungwook going after them. I need to stop him.

"Don't go Jungwook!" I shout.

"Why can't I? Do you want me so bad?" he answers me smirking.

"No!!! it's just...leave them alone please..." I say almost whispering. Both him and Jungkook look at me in confusion, but then I hear Jungwook saying:

"Ahhhhh, I see. Rosé needs to show something to Jimin. I see" he says smirking and laughing.

I just look down a bit embarrassed. He then continues:

"Don't worry love birds. I'll leave you two alone as well, so that you can talk" he then walks towards me and stops almost closing the space between us "Unless you want me to stay" he looks like the devil.

"Go away. We'll talk alone" his brother interrupts him. He just laughs and leaves right away, going outside of the house. Now it's only me and Jungkook.

"So..." I say blushing hard and preparing mentally "What did you want to talk about?"

"Earlier, tonight. Why were you dancing with him?" he asks. He doesn't seem mad or sad. He rather seems like he wants to understand what got into my mind. I don't know what to say. I just don't want to hurt his feelings.

"I actually though it was you..." I lied "you know, my head was spinning like crazy and you two are both wearing black suits. Not to mention about your faces, they're almost the same and I was too drunk to notice the little details..." it's actually a good excuse and it seems to work.

"So..." he says blushing and scratching the back of his head "You thought it was me, right?" I nod, not knowing what the point of the question is. "So wouldn't you mind if I do that to you?" he says blushing even harder and looking away.

I'm blushing too at his statement. Of course I wouldn't mind, but I'd never expected him to be this straight forward, especially knowing how shy he is.

"Umh, y-yeah, I-I mean, I w-wouldn't mind..." I say trying to look confident, but it's pretty obvious how nervous I look. It's a bit awkward right now, so I decide to walk towards the sofa and sit on it, laying my legs straight on it. As I sit, I look at my hands and start playing with my fingers due to nervousness.

I'm too distracted by my hands, that I don't notice Jungkook walking to me and standing in front of me.

"Y/n" he says. I don't look at him, but from his tone I can feel that he's really serious right now. This is making me even more nervous. He doesn't even say anything else. So I decide to look at him. He's so handsome.

He leans one knee next to my right thigh, on the sofa and his hands on the sides next to my hips. He slowly brings his face down to my level. He then put his other knee on the other side, next to my left thigh.

So now, I'm sitting under him, in between his legs. As I notice the position, I can't take my eyes off of his strong legs. They look pretty muscular and pumped.

Then I feel my face being lifted by two of his fingers.

"My eyes are up here y/n" he says with a husky voice.

Rosé's pov

Now I'm going upstairs holding Jimin's hand. I want to give him the real present. Me.

As he guides me to his room, I start to feel a bit nervous. Like, it's not the first time I go into a guy's room, but this time it feels different. I need to be confident.

As he opens the door and gets us inside, I quickly push him against the door and lock us inside.

"Someone seems needy" he says smirking. He knows the effect he has on me and he gets cocky every time. But I like it this way.

I start kissing him roughly on the lips and I feel him laying his hands on my hips, bringing me close to his core.

Then I suddenly stop the kiss. He whines a bit and seems upset. I grab him by his shirt and kiss him again, turning us around. As we keep kissing, I start walking and then I feel the bed with one of my knees.

At that moment I push him hard on it, making him laying down. He tries to sit up, but I quickly push his chest down with my hands and sit on his lap.

"So this is you true nature?" he says putting his hands behind his head.

He looks so hot right now, even though he's wearing his pajama. I can feel his member getting hard under me. I take off my shirt and say:

"You should open your present now. Happy birthday Jimin"

Y/n pov

My heart is beating so fast and I feel my legs trembling a bit in between his. Our faces are getting closer and closer and I start to feel something in my stomach. It's pure pleasure. I can feel his hot breath on my lips. I slowly open a bit my mouth, not being able to breath only through my nose.

His hand goes from my chin to my cheek, moving away a strand of hair that was in the way. He's looking at my lips and I'm doing the same. I'd never thought that it would have happened like this. Not that I'm mad about it.

I see him closing his eyes and getting even closer, so I do the same.

"Wow little brother, you're really good with girls"

Me and Jungkook both widen our eyes and get away from each other really quickly at the sound of Jungwook's voice.

"Oh sorry I didn't mean to interrupt you two, but it's too cold outside." he says walking towards us.

"Great" I hear Jungkook saying under his breath as he sits next to me.

"I guess we can't sleep upstairs since Jimin and Rosé are having fun. I think we have to sleep on the sofa. All three of us" Junwook says.

How are going to sleep in three here? I mean, there's enough space, but that would mean that two of us have to sleep together on the same side, since it's a two-block sofa.

"So, which one of you wants to sleep with me?" the long haired one says opening his arms to us.

"JUNGKOOK!" I quickly say.

"What?!" I hear both of them.

"Y-Yes, I want to sleep alone" I say stuttering a bit. "I'd never imagine you would say this" Jungwook says and then continues "I thought the two possibilities were rather sleeping with him or, even better, with me"

They look at each other a bit disgusted and I continue saying teasingly:

"Or maybe one of you two wants to sleep on the floor"

"NO" they say at the same time.

It's been a while and I can feel both of the twins sleeping soundly. I slowly stand up and looking at them. What? They're practically hugging each other unconsciously. I laugh a bit and take my phone to take a picture. After saving it, I try to sleep.

It's the next morning now. I slowly wake up feeling a bit dizzy. Then I remember about last night, it was crazy. I start to feel anxiety building up as I remember about me dancing and rubbing my body against Jungwook's. But then, I suddenly smile to the memory of me and Jungkook almost kissing.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" I hear someone screaming. It seemed like it was two people. I turn around and find the two twins looking at each other shocked. Then Jungkook kicks his brother out of the sofa, making him fall on the ground.

"Ouch! What's wrong with you?!" Jungwook says rubbing his behind.

"Why the hell were you hugging me?!" the other one shouts.

"I could ask you the same!"

And they kept arguing, for about five minutes until I stop them saying:

"You've been hugging the whole night" I show them the picture.

"Delete it!!" they say at the same time.

"Nope" I say smiling hard.

After a bit Rosé and Jimin went downstairs and the blonde girl told me about their crazy night. Now I'm 100% sure that Jimin received his true gift. Obviously I told her about my crazy night too. She was shocked. But we laughed remembering how crazy we both were.

We ate lunch together and after a bit we eventually got to our own houses.

Now I'm laying on the bed, still thinking about the two twins.

I really like Jungkook. He's the perfect guy for me. Everything would be great if it wasn't for his brother. But for some reason, I can't get him out of my mind. When we danced and when he kissed my neck. I touch that particular spot as I remember his lips on it.

I start to feel guilty all of a sudden. I hurt Jungkook, not once, but twice. And this time he even assisted at the scene. I'm so dumb. I want to cry, but I can't. It hurts so much, but I don't know how to get this pain off of me.

I passed the rest of the day on my head still feeling a bit dizzy.

Now it's Sunday. I slowly wake up to my phone ringing. Who could it be this early in the morning? I look at the screen. JUNGKOOK IS FACETIMING ME!! WHAT DO I DO?! OH MY GOD?! DO I LOOK GOOD?! I MEAN OF COURSE NO! I JUST WOKE UP! But then I also notice the time. 1 PM. What?! I quickly grab one of my pink lipstick on my desk and put it on. It looks natural, so I think it doesn't look too much. I also fix a bit my hair and rub my eyes. Ok take a deep breath...1,2.....3!!! I answered!

"Good morning y/n" he says with his raspy voice.

"It looks like I'm not the only one who overslept" he continues laughing. The combination of his raspy voice and his face is really one of the hottest things ever.

"Yeah ahahah I didn't even hear my alarm" I say a bit embarrassed.

"I called you because I wanted to ask if you're free today afternoon. And also because I wanted to see your face" that made me blush so hard and I guess he noticed that.

"U-Umh yeah, of course. I'm free" I stutter a bit. I'm actually excited, I hope he'll ask me out!

"Great I'll come to your house at 4 PM and take you out on a date" he says smiling warmly. YESSSSS I'M GOING ON A DATE!! MY ACTUAL FIRST DATE.

"Where are we going?" I ask curious.

"That's a secret" he says winking.

"Ufff but I want to know!" I say pouting.

"I'm not telling you anything. Bye Bye y/n! Oh and remember to wear something cute!" and with that he hangs up.

What just happened. I NEED TO CALL ROSE'!!

"Roséééé!!" I shout through the phone "I need your help!!"

"You don't have to scream like that. I woke up ten minutes ago"

"Oh, I guess everyone of us woke up late today. Anyway. JUNGKOOK ASKED ME OUT"

"What?! Really? When?!"

"A few minutes ago he called me!! He said that he'll come to my house today at 4 PM and he didn't tell me where we're going. He only told me to wear something cute."

"Ok don't panic y/n. Now let's both eat lunch and at about 2.30 Pm I'll face time you, so I'll help you with your make-up and outfit!"

During lunch, my parents kept asking me about the party and, of course, about Jungkook. I showed them on picture of last night with all of us. They noticed Jungwook right away.

"Who is he?" my mum asks "He looks exactly like Jungkook!"

"They're twins" I say while eating my food.

"What?!" both of them say, letting their forks falling on the plate and making some little pieces of food flying over the table.

That's the reaction I also had when I found out about them. How crazy ahah.

It's 2.30 PM and I just facetimed Rosé. Now I'm putting on a bit of make-up and she's guiding me through the whole process.

"I think you should put on a very natural orange peach blush"

"What?" I say. She know much about make-up, while I suck.

"Oh god y/n. umh... that one on the right" she says pointing through the screen at that blush.

"Great, you look so good y/n!" she says after I finished. I have to be honest. I'm kinda cute. I did a very good job!

"Now I have to decide an outfit" I say standing up.

"And we need to hurry up, it's 3.45 PM"

"What?!" I shout. Did it really took me that much to put on make-up? I swear, I'll never get how times flies every time a girl has to get ready.

After trying on some outfit, I finally find the perfect dress. It looks a bit romantic, but I guess that'll be ok.

"You look so good y/n! I think today he'll kis-"

DING DOOOONGGGGG

Rosé got caught off by the doorbell.

"It's him!!" I have to go Rosé! And thank you so much!" I say starting to bounce everywhere due to the adrenaline.

"Go get him girl!"

I slowly go down the stairs and I hear Jungkook's voice. He's talking with my parents. They're praising him for how good looking he is. I swear, they always have to embarrass me.

"Oh you're so kind Miss-" Jungkook stops noticing me going down the steps. "wow y/n. You're gorgeous" he says under his breath, but everyone could hear what he said.

"Hi Jungkook! I thought you'd wait for me outside" I say giving a death stare at both of my parents.

"Oh by the way. Why did you come here Jungkook?" my mum asks the boy.

"I'm here to take y/n on a date" he says showing his bunny smile.

"Yes, that's righ- WHAT?!" I know that we're going on a date, but I didn't expect him to say that in front of my parents.

"Aaaawwwwww really??!!" my mum says shaking her hands and jumping up and down.

"Yes! But I wanted to ask for your permission first" he say looking at both of them.

"Of course, you have our blessing honey!" my mum says taking his hands. Why are they like this. I want to bury myself.

I quickly grab Jungkook's hand and drag him out of the house saying goodbye at my mum and dad.

"Wow, your mum seems to like me" he says smiling. That damn smile...

"Please forget about what just happened" I say covering my face in embarrassment.

"Shall we go now?" he says pointing out his hand. I shyly grab it and we start walking.

After about ten minutes of walking, we reached the subway. He told me to wait for him at the second rail. I wonder where we're going. After a couple of minutes he comes to me with two tickets.

"No Jungkook, I would have paid for mine. Wait I'll give you the money" I say searching for my wallet in my purse, but he grabs my wrist and says:

"It's ok. I'll pay for it" he says. His voice is calm and soothing as always. It makes me feel comfortable.

As we get on, we see that there is only one seat available.

"You sit" Jungkook says smiling sweetly. I blush and do as he says. I swear, this is perfect. I feel like my feelings for him are increasing even more. It's like my heart is about to explode, because it's full of passion.

After a bit, I actually feel bad. I'm here, sitting comfortably and he's standing since we got on. I quickly stand up and tell him to sit, but he shakes his head. I insist more and he eventually sits. Unexpectedly, he grabs my waist and makes me sit on his knees. I look at him in embarrassment, since it's full of people who are watching.

"It's ok" he says taking my hand in his. He started caressing that hand with his other one. I'm living in a dream. I start to feel butterfliers in my stomach as he moved a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You're beautiful" he says at a low voice. I'm about to cry. This is too much for me. I did a lot of bad things towards him, I do not deserve any of these. But I really love the romantic scene that he's showing me.

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hongbab · 7 years

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Mini skirt & high heels - “Depending on how good you look,” Sanghyuk said, and when Hongbin looked up and into the mirror with his arms hooked into the straps of a hot pink bra, Sanghyuk’s reflection smirked at his own, “I might make a fake Tinder account for fun.” (Hongbin/Hyuk, pg, 2084 w)

a/n: written for this prompt. i hope this is close to what you had in mind, anon! lots of swearing ahead;;

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you can find the spanish translation of this story under this link, thanks to @kat-sfantasy :)

“Why does it always have to be me?”

“How many times have you done this exactly?”

“I mean, why is it always me who has to assist you with your stupid pranks?”

“Because I have absolute power over you guys, but you’re the only one who has nothing to do all day, so it’s only you I can force to do them with me?”

Hongbin narrowed his eyes and wished he could kick Sanghyuk's most treasured body parts, but thought better of it when he realized it wouldn’t do for the shop assistant to call the police on them while he has some girl clothes in his hands.

Sanghyuk grinned at him and put a hand on his back, pushing him towards the fitting rooms, only letting go of Hongbin when the latter turned around and smacked the back of his hand. Sanghyuk hissed, but followed him anyway, standing with his hands in his jacket’s pockets and looking very full of himself as he stopped in front of one of the fitting rooms.

“Three boxes of chicken,” Hongbin said. “And a beer with each.”

“Understood,” Sanghyuk replied, saluting as Hongbin yanked the curtain closed.

“I don’t even know how to wear this,” Hongbin muttered, blinking down at the pile of clothes on the small chair in the corner, peeling off his coat and scarf and cap and gloves, sighing. “I don’t know how to wear any of these!”

“Oh, come on,” Sanghyuk drawled, “it’s not like you’ve never dressed up as a woman before.”

“Never done it alone,” Hongbin shot back, but kicked his shoes off and pulled his sweater over his head, unbuckling his belt afterwards and shimmying out of his jeans. “I swear to God, if you dare post this on Instagram or wherever youth socializes nowadays, I’m going to choke you in your sleep.”

“Depending on how good you look,” Sanghyuk said, and when Hongbin looked up and into the mirror with his arms hooked into the straps of a hot pink bra, Sanghyuk’s reflection smirked at his own, “I might make a fake Tinder account for fun.”

“Shut your mouth!” Hongbin grumbled and shoved his palm into Sanghyuk's face to remove it from the confines of the fitting room. “And fuck off until I’m done.”

“Yes, princess.”

Hongbin heard him laugh, but didn’t react lest he'd break the textile. He pulled the straps over his shoulders and tried to tug the cups down to cover his chest (already hating how he knew whatever the hell the parts of the underwear were called), reaching back for the clasps, but somehow his arms weren’t long enough. He huffed, hating Sanghyuk all the more with every little effort, and for a fleeting moment, he wondered what kind of black magic girls might use to do this all the time.

“Sanghyuk.”

“Done?”

“Not yet. Help me.”

Sanghyuk tentatively pulled the curtain back and Hongbin heard him snort, but he dared not to look up from the ground, because he knew Sanghyuk would just mock him for the blush that spread over the bridge of his nose and tinted even his ears. He felt Sanghyuk's cold fingers against his back and he shuddered as Sanghyuk started fumbling with the bra, first on the right side and then on the left, eventually clasping the whole thing together.

“There,” he said. “You need to adjust the straps before putting it on, you silly thing.”

“Thanks,” Hongbin grunted. “I don’t want to know where and when you became an expert in the field though.”

Sanghyuk laughed and it made Hongbin's heart flutter a little, like a small sparrow shaking the raindrops off its wings. He felt Sanghyuk's hands on his shoulders, his palms covering them as he leant in close, his cheek touching the side of Hongbin's face, and Hongbin blinked up at the mirror to see Sanghyuk close his eyes.

“Why?” he asked. “Are you jealous?”

Hongbin started flailing around, making incoherent sounds and forcing a giggling Sanghyuk out of the fitting room. His stomach was in knots, but he managed to jabber out a, “What would I be jealous of? You getting to dress up as a girl in your free time?”

Sanghyuk was still snickering outside, but Hongbin tried to pay him no mind and took the next piece out of the bunch instead.

“Why does the bra have to be…” he struggled to stick his head through the tight black turtleneck, “…pink when it won’t even show?”

“Do you want it to show?” he heard Sanghyuk.

“Not at all.”

“I like pink on girls,” Sanghyuk said carelessly.

“I’m a boy!” Hongbin exclaimed.

“Of course you are, princess.”

“I’ll pierce your heart with the heels,” Hongbin warned, but it had less of a bite than he had intended it to.

The white mini skirt was as awful as any of the clothing items he was armed with, but none of them made him feel as self-conscious as that one. He felt it stretch on his butt and it barely reached the tops of his knees when he tugged the waistband as low as he could so he could preserve at least a smidge of his already non-existent dignity. The next were the black high heels Sanghyuk had chosen (he’d chosen everything, really), shiny and decorated with golden spikes on the back, and Hongbin wasn’t good at maths, but he was rather convinced they were at least six inches high. His feet felt smothered in them as he tried to balance himself by the wall, emitting small whiny sounds.

When he looked at himself in the mirror, he just wanted the earth to open under his feet and swallow him whole.

“Ready now?” Sanghyuk asked from behind the curtain.

“I look…” a strange whistling sound broke out of his throat, “I look like a porn star or something.”

The curtain was pulled to the side and then Sanghyuk immediately took a big step back, pressing his hands on his mouth as he looked at Hongbin with his eyes wide like two saucers.

“Holy shit,” he said, the sound coming out muffled behind his fingers.

“Don’t stare!” Hongbin spat in a voice that was just way too high-pitched.

“What am I supposed to do?!” Sanghyuk asked and lowered his hands to reveal a dropped jaw. “You look fucking amazing, oh my God!” He stepped closer, giving Hongbin a once-over, and then he blinked a few, a grin making its way on his face. “Okay, you just need to…”

Sanghyuk didn’t finish. He took the hem of Hongbin's turtleneck between his fingers and rolled it up on Hongbin's stomach, crouching down in front of him, and if Hongbin had wanted the earth to open and swallow him before, now he wished he could just sublimate. Something was not right with his blood pressure and he felt like he would faint anytime, his knees buckling under him and not only because of the high heels.

Sanghyuk pulled the turtleneck down and then tugged the waistband of the skirt higher up until it covered Hongbin's bellybutton and while the skirt did feel less tight on his bottom, it also became a lot shorter, leaving Hongbin's legs free from mid-thigh to the tips of the shoes.

“That’s how it’s done,” Sanghyuk said and stood up, his cheeks a little pink. Hongbin really hoped he wasn’t just imagining the flush on his face. “Now, put your socks into the bra, your chest looks flat.”

“I doubt these are going to help,” Hongbin muttered, but carefully took his socks from his sneakers and bunched them up, placing each into the bra’s cups. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Me neither,” Sanghyuk laughed and stepped away before Hongbin could have hit him.

Sanghyuk took his phone from the pocket of his jacket and held it up in front of his face.

“Okay, put your arms behind your back, they’re too muscular,” he said and Hongbin flipped him off before obeying. “Make it look coy.”

“Han Sanghyuk, I—”

“I’m already immune to your threats, so shut it,” Sanghyuk singsonged. “Bend your right knee. No, no, the left instead. And stick out your ass.”

“It’s not even showing!”

“I know, but it’s all about the posture!”

Hongbin sighed yet again, whining, but did how he was told. Sanghyuk was chuckling like a fucking teenager and Hongbin started to feel like he was the one being pranked this time. He heard the shutter sound from Sanghyuk's phone three times, and then Sanghyuk lowered the phone.

“Done?” Hongbin asked, annoyed.

“Yeah,” Sanghyuk replied, flipping through the photos.

“Show me.”

Sanghyuk stepped closer and stuck the phone under Hongbin's nose.

What he saw… looked unreal. If he hadn’t known it was himself in those pictures, he would have easily thought it was a girl; pictures of a girl from neck down, a small waist and average size breasts, the way the shoes pointed inwards and her hands behind her back… they all looked very deceiving and—Hongbin wanted to drink acid for that thought—quite lovely.

“My abs are showing,” he said quietly. “And my legs are too… thick.”

Sanghyuk turned the phone back towards himself, still grinning, and going over the photos again.

“No they’re not,” he replied, and quickly, barely taking his eyes off his phone, he tipped his head up and kissed Hongbin on the mouth, looking down at the screen immediately afterwards. “They’re pretty.”

Hongbin blinked once and blinked twice, blinked at Sanghyuk rapidly, watched Sanghyuk's eyelids stop moving and the smile melt off his face, thumb hovering above the screen. He looked up slowly, the flush on his cheeks darkening in patches like he had been outside in the icy winter wind for too long.

“I’ll change back,” Hongbin said quickly and pulled the curtain closed between them, shutting Sanghyuk out.

Hongbin nearly broke his ankle when the heel of his right shoe turned under his foot, the shaking of his entire body not helping him in taking it off. He was breathing too fast and his head felt like it was about to explode from the heat, so he undressed as quickly as he could, taking his time to lean back against the wall and shut his eyes tight, trying to force himself to calm down before putting his own clothes back on. He was angry and confused and insecure and hated everything about the day he’d been spending with Sanghyuk, and he sincerely hoped he wouldn’t just punch Sanghyuk in the face out of some sort of weird reaction when he steps out of the fitting room.

Sanghyuk seemed to have gone mute by the time Hongbin came out, taking the clothes and shoving them onto a rack quickly. If he had ever been glad for their group not to be known nation-wide, he thought as they exited the shop without the shop assistant looking at them twice, it was this time.

The ride back home had never been so awkward.

hyung #4 omg;; did u just take a pic of her in a fitting room???

hyung #1 Sanghyuk tell me you didn’t stalk this girl…

hyung #3 she’s so pretty~!!!! who is she? is it your sis??

hyung #1 it’s not his sister SANGHYUK I KNOW YOU’RE SEEING THIS ANSWER ME

hyung #4 i mean she’s really hot

hyung #2 wonshik stop, don’t encourage him

hyung #1 Sanghyuk I’m begging you, tell me you didn’t do anything weird

hyung #2 Hakyeon, dinner’s ready, come set the table

hyung #1 TAEKWOON, SANGHYUK IS INVADING OTHER PEOPLE’S PRIVACY I COULDN’T CARE LESS ABOUT SETTING THE TABLE

hyung #4 is she a model or something? do u have her contact?

hyung #3 ure making me jealous wonshik-ah :^(

hyung #1 HAN SANGHYUK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hyung #4 omg hyung i didn’t wanna make u jealous can u come into my room rn?

hyung #1 why the fuck isn’t he answering his phone?!

hyung #3 wonshik u come here i’m comfyyyyy rn

hyung #4 has left the conversation

hyung #1 am I seriously the only one here who finds it disturbing that Sanghyuk has sent us a picture of a pretty girl??? and it was taken from up close???? where is he now, anyway???????

hyung #3 has left the conversation

hyung #1 Taekwoon can you take the car keys, please? we need to find him asap, meet you in the garage.

hyung #1 has left the conversation

hyung #2 idiots it’s a picture of Hongbin……………..

hyung #2 has left the conversation

#vixx #hyuk #hongbin #hyukbin #rating: pg #req #comedy #fluff #canon

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shagharoldd · 7 years

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I Remember You

(Not my image…)

So this is a re-edit of an old imagine I had! I added some stuff, took some stuff out, all that jazz. I hope you all like it! Please leave me feedback! x

Word count: 3099

Warnings: Memory loss, car accident

Enjoy, my dears!

It had been two months since you had last seem Liam, as he had been doing some promotional tours with the other boys. They were launching another One Direction perfume, which meant he had to be gone for weeks on end to get the word out there and shoot commercials and what not. You couldn’t wait to have him back; your decently sized apartment had started to feel like the walls were closing in on you. You were tired of being alone, the only interaction lately having been hearing his voice on the phone, or FaceTiming with your mom. It was winter break, so you didn’t have to be at Uni for your classes, which meant lounging around and texting Liam most days.

At Liam’s suggestion, you went down to the local animal shelter and adopted a dog. He thought the companionship while he was away was just what you needed, and he was right. The dog, a grey pit-bull named Bruno, and yourself had become fast friends, and it seemed that if you weren’t going for walks around the neighborhood, or cooking something in the kitchen, he was curled up in a little ball laying next to you in bed or on the couch. You couldn’t wait for Liam to come home and meet your newest addition.

That morning, you had received an excited phone call from Liam; it was afternoon where he was, but early morning for you, so it took a minute for his words to actually make sense, but after they did, the squeals that escaped your lips alarmed Bruno. The promotional tour had ended earlier than expected and Liam was coming home! After getting off the phone, you laid there, a smile on your lips, thinking about all the things you wanted to do with him once he got home. But most of all, you just wanted his long, muscular arms wrapped around you in that blanket of warmth and protection you loved so much.

~The next day~

You stand outside the building, waiting for the van to arrive bringing the boys back home. You wore your hair down, hoping it would hide your face a little, as it was public knowledge that Liam and you were dating, and you weren’t really interested in anything other than Liam at that moment.

You look down at your phone as it chirps, an, “Almost there! xx” text popping up on your phone, and you smile, stepping forward a little. Unintentionally, you bump in to a girl who was waiting there for the van as well, presumably, and you quickly apologize. The girl looks up at you, and immediately recognizes who you are. She started asking you a lot of questions about your relationship, when the boys were going to be there, etc., but you don’t really answer any of them. You weren’t rude; you were kind, but you also just wanted to see Liam, not be interrogated. She gets mad and stalks off, to which you just shrug and look back at your phone, timing the last text and the current time, thinking he should be there any moment.

All of a sudden, there is a screech of a set of tires, and you look up excitedly, a large smile visible on your face, but in stead of the familiar van, there is a little red car racing your way, the face of the girl who you bumped in to driving the car. You feet feel like cement, and before you are able to hurl yourself out of the way, you feel the car collide with your body. The last thing you remember is landing on the ground, a scream escaping your lips, and then darkness.

~A Week Later~

A beeping noise vibrates off the wall in the room, and you wake groggily, placing your hand on your head to try and ease yourself out of your sleep. Opening your eyes, you look around beige-colored room to see it filled with people, people you didn’t recognize. Some were sitting on the floor, others asleep in uncomfortable-looking positions on random pieces of furniture.

“She’s awake!” You hear a thick, Irish-accented boy say excitedly and instantly the room is alive with chatter, the spaces around your bed becoming quickly inhabited.

“Y/N,” A tall boy with auburn hair says soothingly, staring down at you, hope in his eyes, “Y/N, please, can you hear me?”

You look at him confused, not recollecting who he is. Why were all these people here? And why were you here? And why the hell do all of them have accents?

“Where am I?” You look around, from face to face, trying to find some sort of familiarity in one of them. “W-Who are you?” You ask, dazed, your eyes closing as your hand find it way back to your forehead, trying to steady some of the dizziness you were feeling.

The same boy looks at you, shaking his head, a little taken-aback. “I-It’s Liam, Y/N. Please tell me you remember me,” his voice starts to break, his hand reaching out for you other hand in your lap.

You pull your hand away from his, hugging yourself, you knees finding their way to your chest and you whisper, “Get out. All of you. Just please, get out.”

“What? Y/N, you know us.” A tall, curly haired boy asks as everyone in the room stares at you, baffled by your reaction to them.

A little louder, you say, “Get out! I don’t know who any of you are!” Your fists slam down on the bed, your head pounding like a drum. Your voice gets louder, “Why are you here? Who are you? You am I? Why am I here?” Your questions start to flood your mind, and the more you scream, the more you find your body thrashing around in the bed.

Suddenly there are multiple people at the entrance to the room. They all look like nurses, and the one that seems to be in charge looks around the room, assessing the situation quickly, before saying, “I think its time you all leave. Y/N needs some space; she’s just very confused.”

Liam looks at you, hurt, but grabs his jacket, slowly exciting the room as the last tenant, looking back at you once before he disappears.

You curl into a ball on the side of your bed, turning your back from the nurse, violent sobs wracking through your body. What is going on? You can’t remember anything; nothing at all. What your name is, where you’re from, nothing. It’s like your mind was a chalkboard, but all of the notes had been erased.

You sob uncontrollably, completely lost in your bewilderment. The nurse comes over and gently tries to soothe you, but as if your body was not your own, you whip around, accidentally hitting her. She stubbles backwards, but as if she expected that to happen, she grabs something off the cart, a sad expression on her face. “Leave me alone! Just get away from me!” you scream, thrashing about even more. You feel your body becoming weak, the pounding in your head making your stomach flip with nausea, and suddenly, as the nurse inserts a clear liquid in to your I.V., you feel your body start to relax, your eyes become heavy, and then the world was black, just like your memory.

~Two Weeks Later~

Your parents flew from the States to London to be with you. They were always afraid of you going to school in a country so far away, but it had been your dream to attend University in London, and that you achieved. This is what they were afraid of: you being hurt and them not being able to get to you.

But as they entered the room, their faces sad, you cant help but question who they really are. Are they really your parents? People that you had known your whole life should trigger some sort of familiarity…but they don’t. They aren’t familiar at all, even as they try to revive your memory, telling you stories about when you were younger. Like when your father and yourself entered a fishing competition when you were four and you caught the largest fish and won a bike, your mother showing you a tattoo of a fish on her foot in commemoration. Or how you had been dating a tall, auburn-hair boy named Liam for almost a year, and how he came home for Thanksgiving with you last year and almost burned the turkey. Unfortunately, you didn’t remember any of it.

You just sit there, your eyes roaming from one of them to the other as they talked, subconsciously listening to them as you try to remember something, anything.

Eventually the doctor comes in, and you exhale in relief, knowing that for a moment you wouldn’t have to listen to these people trying to convince you of things you had no recollection of. He checks your paperwork, your vitals; he runs some tests on you, like tracking and eye motion, and then tells you that you are free to go.

Your parents leave the room, allowing you to change in clothes that Liam had brought to the hospital for you. Upon finishing, you slowly walk out of the hospital room, tears flooding your eyes as you leave the only place you have ever known, the only place that is the least bit familiar. Your parents meet you and there is a slow procession to the car.

Eventually the vehicle pulls up to a tall apartment building with a light pink front door, flower boxes outside the windows, various flowers and plants cascading out of them. It was like it was a picture taken out of a magazine. You slowly step out of the car, looking around at the peaceful suburban neighborhood in which you have no memory of.

You’re guided through the front door and into a decent sized apartment. You are met instantly by a dog, a dog you didn’t recognize, and even though he was just another example of your lost memory, you instantly found comfort in him. You father jumped in front of you, thinking it might be too much to have this dog all over you, but you drop down to your knees, allowing him to go around your father and you envelope him in your arms.

Eventually you stand and look around the quaint apartment, seeing pictures hanging all over the walls. It was like a wall in a gallery covered in frame filled with people who looked happy. You slowly walk up to them, recognizing yourself in some of them with the boy they call Liam. You both look so happy, engulfed in each other’s arms, smiling doe-eyed at the camera. There’s one where you’re at a carnival, your arms in the air and a look of excitement on your face as Liam hands you a stuffed bear he had just won at a quarter tent. You see pictures of you and the other boys that were in the room when you woke up, the curly haired one, the blonde Irish one, the one with the anchor tattoo and the tall, darker-skinned one. You all look so happy, and you are suddenly angered because you cant remember it; any of it. How could you have been so happy yet remember none of it?

You run up the stairs, the dog following close at your heels, and you look around frantically for an escape, a room that you can just cuddle into and forget your troubles. You fumble with the doorknobs, opening the first door you come to, and rush inside, slamming the door hard, locking it. You throw yourself on to the bed, your head hiding in a pillow and sob. The dog whines and you look up, him placing a couple licks to your face to try and sooth you.

There is a knock on the door a moment later, with a voice that sounds like your mothers. “Y/N, baby, please. Open up.” You hear her plead, but you don’t answer, and instead bury your face in the neck of the dog and cry further, muffling the noises so she can’t hear.

Eventually she leaves, and you wake up groggy from an uncomfortable sleep. You slowly rise, looking in the mirror. You stare back at yourself in contempt as you fix your hair and wipe away from tear tracks from your cheeks. You slowly walk over to the door, unlocking it, and find your way to the kitchen, which is right at the bottle of the stairs. Your father is sitting at the table, a newspaper laid across the table. When he sees you, he stands, but instead of walking towards you, he stays in his spot, afraid that you will be alarmed and run off again if he tries to embrace you.

“Y/N. A-are you hungry?” He asks, eyes downcast, apparent stress and sadness in them. You nod slowly, and sit at the table, anxiously waiting for him to return with food. When he places a bowl of macaroni and cheese in front of you, you eat quickly, forgetting how hungry you truly were. When you finish, you look up at him, and he chuckles, having watched you. You look down, blushing, and smile slightly, shaking your head.

“Would you like some more?” You hear an accented-voice ask, and you look up to see Liam, standing in the corner of the kitchen, in front of what seems to be the back door. His eyes are puffy, his hair a mess, and it seems like he hasn’t slept in awhile.

You nod, looking down, and he comes and retrieves your bowl. As he fills the bowl, your father nods at Liam, slowly standing. He kneels down beside you, and whispers, “I know you don’t remember me, Y/N, but I love you, so very much. Eventually, you will remember. J-Just give us a chance.” He stands upright, placing a small kiss on your forehead, and you smile slightly, nodding.

Liam puts the bowl in front of you and sits where your father did. You pull the bowl towards you, eating slowly this time. You look out of the corner of your eyes at him while you eat, and he stares in to his lap, nervously wiggling his fingers round and round themselves. You eat half of the contents of the bowl, and then place your fork down, running your hand across your face sleepily.

“It was your favorite,” he whispers, still looking down. “I made it for when you woke up.”

“I can see why,” you whisper, looking over at him, “That was-“ you pause slightly, finishing, “That was sweet of you.”

“I-I’m sorry, Liam…for the way I reacted. I was confused” You tear up, “I still am. I don’t know who I am. None of this looks familiar,” you look around the room, and then back down at your lap. You cry now, not holding back the tears any longer. “I don’t remember you. I don’t remember anyone; no matter how hard I try. We looked so-so happy. And now here I am, and I’m tearing this apart.”

He slowly reaches his hand up, taking yours in his. At his touch, you jump slightly, the warmth in his grip sending a bolt of energy through you. And suddenly, you remember sand, lots of sand. And your feet tangled with another’s on a blanket in that sand. You remember water, a beach, and then you remember Liam. You remember sitting there on the blanket, laughing as the boy with the anchor tattoo (Louis? Is that his name?) tries to do a cartwheel, the Irish one falling on his bum laughing.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, Y/N,” your memory is interrupted, and you lock eye contact with him, “I’ll make you remember.” He looks at you intensely, as if willing you to believe so, and you nod.

Eventually you look up at him, still finding comfort in his hand in yours. “Liam …” You state.

“Hm?” He mumbled, his eyebrows arching.

“Did we…did we ever go to a beach?” You ask, looking up at him.

Nodding, he replies, “We did. We went all the time. You, the boys and I. We spent so much time there…” He trails off, smiling, recollecting.

“Could you take me?” You whisper eventually, hoping that he would say yes.

He looks up at you, a small smile forming at the corners of this mouth, and stands, pulling you to your feet. You both walk towards the front door, and he takes a coat off the rack for you, holding it out for you to slide your arms in to.

~~~

Stepping out onto the cool sand, you’re suddenly hit with a lifetime of memories, and you stumbled slightly, overwhelmed with the sudden remembrance; remembrance of everything. You recall running away from Liam, giggling, as he chases you with a water gun in the middle of the summer. You remember sitting around a fire, your toes buried in the sand, humming softly as Niall sings some song he’s made up on the fly. You recollect roasting hot dogs on an open fire, swimming in the ocean, entangled in Liam’s grasp. You remember. You remember all of it.

Liam comes around to help you out of the car, as you look at him, a large smile plastered on your face.

“Y/N? What?” He asks, smiling.

You grab his hand, pulling him towards a certain place towards the edge of the sand-line. “Liam.” You smile, “Remember that huge bonfire Harry and I built? Right about here? It was so big you could see it for miles,” your arms extended and you spun in a circle, and then stopped, staring at him, smiling.

Nodding, he replies, “Yeah, I do.” He laughs. “And when Nia-“ His face suddenly contorts, and he cocks his head to the side. He looks at you, flabbergasted, and stumbles over his words. “Y/N…y-you remember?” He asks, barely audible, scared that if he asks it too loud it wont be true.

“I don’t know how it happened.” You whisper. “I didn’t remember a thing, nothing. A-and then I stepped out of the car, and put my feet in the sand, and suddenly I do. I’m swarmed with all of the memories; every moment we’ve ever spent together, here and away. I remember all of it. The bonfires. The songs. The water. Everything Liam” You laugh, shaking your head, and lean forward, your arms wrapping around his neck, “I remember you.”

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