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Love Me Like A Rockstar (13)

ー☆ Chapter 13: You Know Me Too Well

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

ー☆ Warning: cursing, usage of the word 'bitch' ー☆ Word count: 6.5k ー☆ Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au ー☆ Rating: sfw ー☆ Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Well, well, lovelies...new chapter is up and maybe I'm kind of kicking my feet??? Who knows, we'll see what y'all think of this chapter hehe. Also, happy birthday to Song Mingi?! I actually didn't mean to post the new chapter today, but today was the only day I had enough time to write it sooo, yeah. Tmi, but MC's mother is exactly like my mom, so maybe I drew inspiration from real life lol, I love her to death but sometimes I really wish SHE DIDNT SPEAK lol. Also, I'm so obsessed with today's song for the chapter; I'm screaming, crying, throwing up over it LOL. Just a heads up, next chapter is the last like actual chapter of the series and then I decided to add an epilogue lol cue the sobbing. As per usual, listen to You Know Me Too Well before or while reading the chapter! I hope you enjoy and let me know through feedback hehe <3 Enjoy your weekends! divider

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⟨Series M.list ↭ Previous Chapter⟩

♫Playlist♫

Saturday (2:55 pm)

Me: mingi can we talk?

Saturday (8:30 pm)

Me: i am free whenever you say so just let me know and i’ll be there

Sunday (9:15 am)

Me: we need to talk, mingi.

Sunday (12:08 am)

Me: please hear me out im sorry

Monday (current time)

“Do you think he’ll slam the door in my face?” The hallways were buzzing with life as I tried to veer my way around the crowd of students without running into anyone. Today, out of all days, I just so happened to have my last class of the day in a completely different building and at least a good five-minute walk away from the arts building.

“It’s what you’d deserve, to be fair, but—” The was a gasp on the other side of the phone and my eyebrows furrowed as Seulgi muttered something to someone, muffled, “sorry, Wooyoung almost dropped my mother’s favorite vase, I told him to take off that blindfold.”

Eyebrows furrowing even deeper, I abruptly stopped walking, making a girl give me a heated glare that I didn’t care for, “Why is he blindfolded? Wait! I actually don’t want to know.”

“We were playing hide and seek with his niece, you idiot, but I got bored and sneaked away when I saw you calling.” Seulgi’s voice was exasperated and I chuckled as I took off again, leaving the science major’s building as I nuzzled further into my thick scarf. Some days it was warmer, but most days it got really cold and I hated it. I couldn’t deal with the freezing weather, perhaps it was my biggest enemy after Jeong Yunho, “Anyways, as I was saying, you deserve to be ignored by Mingi, but knowing how big of a sucker he is for you, he’ll probably give in before you can utter a single word.”

My heart jumped at the thought as I gnawed on my bottom lip, cutting off the path as I hurried through the grass, uncaring that I was probably destroying the work of the gardener. Besides, the grass had barely just started growing out again, it would be fine, “You think so?”

“I know so.” I heard Wooyoung’s high-pitched voice shouting from the distance and my eyebrows furrowed as I realized Seulgi had probably put me on speaker. Now that was a bit awkward, “He’s an idiot, but he’s in love. Now that I come to think of it, you two are a lot alike, two idiots in love—”

“I believe your niece is looking for you, babe.” Seulgi cut her boyfriend off and I was thankful because I don’t think I could’ve handled hearing him say the words ‘in love’ again. That was scary, even just the thought of it. I was barely coming to terms with liking Mingi, but hearing the word love sort of made me want to turn back around and abandon my whole plan of trying to make peace between the two of us. And Seulgi knew this, thankfully, because she didn’t say anything about it again, “Are you on your way to his studio right now?”

I hummed and curled my fingers tighter around the thermos bottle, my nose cold from the weather as the arts building finally came into sight, “Yeah, three minutes and I’m there.”

“Good.” Seulgi sounded content and I sighed as I tried to ignore the dawning anxiety that tried to crawl through my body and make me abandon my well-thought-out plan. I had to do this. Seulgi and my mom were right, I couldn’t mess this up again. I liked Mingi, a lot. He is a good guy and I shouldn’t let my past and my fears dictate my life. Yes, Mingi is Yunho’s best friend, but Mingi isn’t like Yunho. Hopefully, “Update me later then, I love you Y/N, I hope you know that.”

I chuckled and nodded at the security guard as he was out of his cubicle, standing at the bottom of the steps, smoking his cigar, “I know, thank you for knocking some sense into me.”

“We’ll see about that later.” Her snort was amused and I shook my head as we said our goodbyes, the warmth of the building making me sigh out in relief as I entered through the front doors. I pocketed my phone and unwrapped my scarf from around my neck, greeting the familiar people I crossed paths with. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling nervous at all, after all, I didn’t know how Mingi would react. If he was anything like me, he wouldn’t forgive me so easily. Not when I’ve hurt him again and in the worst way possible.

As I ascended the marble stairs, I found stability in the thermos bottle clutched firmly in both of my hands now, its weight helping me to keep my determination and focus on going through with my own plan. When I woke this morning and went to take a quick shower, I was surprised to hear my mother’s singing and smell the delicious waft of pancakes, making my stomach growl loudly as I didn’t have dinner the night before. It seemed like my mother had taken a day off, grumbling something about her deserving a day to rest after she was almost choked out by one of her mentally ill patients. I couldn’t help but agree with her as we sat at the table in silence, enjoying our breakfast, that is until she cleared her throat loudly and stood up, fetching a mug and a cup from the counter next to the sink. I froze when I realized she was handing me the cup Mingi had designed with funny looking chicks on it, and I was even more confused when I realized it wasn’t coffee I was drinking, but hot chocolate.

“So, what are you going to do about that handsome fella?” I tried not to groan or regret the fact that I told her everything about Mingi. I took a tentative sip of the hot chocolate and realized it wasn’t hot before taking a bigger gulp as I enjoyed its sweet taste.

“I’ll talk to him today—”

“Great!” My mother didn’t even let me finish as she sprung up from her seat again to fetch something from a cupboard, “It’s amazing how strong our maternal intuition is, I swear my starlight, you should make some babies soon.”

“Mom.” I groaned as I watched her curiously as she took a blue thermos bottle from the cupboard and filled it with hot chocolate from the kettle, “We’ve had this discussion many times before, I’m not having children so young.”

“You’re not that young though.” She sent me a sheepish smile as my eyes widened, feigning hurt.

“I’m turning twenty-three?! How is that not young?” She cleared her throat as she sealed the thermos and walked back to the table to sit down.

“I’m just trying to inspire you, anyways,” She huffed and then placed the thermos on the table and pushed it towards me, “Bring this to him as peace offering, he’ll love it. Trust me.”

“I don’t think what Mingi needs right now is hot chocolate—”

“Finish your breakfast and shut up.” My mother didn’t let me finish as she cut off a thick part of the pancake with her fork and forced it inside my mouth, making me groan, “Mothers know best when it comes to stuff like this, be thankful I’m saving your relationship and be back before lunch. I’m ordering take out, and I certainly am not waiting for late your ass if I’m hungry.”

I knew fighting my mom was fruitless, so I just grumbled an okay as I tried to chew the pancake she had forced in my mouth, my cheeks all puffed out. My mother seemed content that I finally wasn’t talking back to her and I shook my head as I pulled the thermos bottle towards me, reminded of the time when Mingi had brought me tea knowing that I would be feeling probably a little sick after getting all soaked in the cold rain and harsh wind.

So, now, with Mingi’s clothes in my tote bag and the thermos filled with hot chocolate in my hands, I couldn’t help but feel optimistic despite the anxiety gripping at my thoughts. If my mother, Seulgi, and even Wooyoung—who knew Mingi like the back of his hand—were convinced that everything would work out just fine, then why would I not believe that? Sure, Mingi was probably still annoyed at me, but I didn’t think a few apologies and even more explanations couldn’t fix the issue at hand. All I had to do was be honest and come clean with my feelings and he’d probably do the same and then—that’s where anxiety stepped in. Then what? Was I ready to pursue a relationship? Did Mingi want to date me? Did I want to date him? Why did it have to be Jeong Yunho’s best friend I was into? Why could I not move past my fears and stop associating Mingi with everything I was wounded by, when he never once made me feel like Yunho did? I could dwell on these thoughts for an eternity, I fear, but I didn’t have that time right now. And to be fair, I didn’t want to think of such things right now because I could feel my determination wither the closer I got to the music majors’ floor, heartbeat loud in my ears.

I stopped at the end of the hallway and took a deep breath, eyes settling on the studio I knew now was used by Mingi only. Wooyoung was nice enough to tell me the number of his studio—not that I had forgotten since the last time I was here—and he also let me know that it was used by Mingi only, the teachers having granted him full access, even at hours when students were supposed to be at home. It seems so Mingi was a favorite amongst the teachers, and I could see why. He was diligent and hard-working; his lyrics were beautiful and nothing would stop him from fulfilling his dream of becoming a well-known rockstar. I couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of that, and hoped that I would be part of his journey, that he’d let me back into his life.

Steeling my nerves and trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel, I knew there was no turning back. I wanted to do this, I had to do this. I had to stop sabotaging myself, and so, I marched down the hallway towards Mingi’s studio with a newfound hope and determination. Which lasted about five seconds as I came face to face with Mingi’s studio door. There was a small window on it, which would let you know whether the room was occupied or not, and it was straight across the desk where he was sat at—with the blonde girl standing right next to him. And that should have been okay, because really, Mingi could talk to whoever and spend his time also with whoever he pleased. And it’s not like I didn’t have male friends—I didn’t, Seulgi was my only friend—it’s not like he couldn’t speak to one of his fans. After all, he’s made it clear she was nothing more than a fan he appreciated for helping spread the word about his band.

But then, why was her hand on his shoulder one second and the next second slowly trailing down the sleeve of his beige cardigan—which looked like it was messily stained with paint—and certainly the way my good disposal dissipated and was overtaken by blind jealousy and rage had nothing to do with the sudden possessiveness that shook me to my core. And perhaps the thing that bothered me the most wasn’t even her feeling up Mingi’s arm as she looked down at him with sultry eyes, perhaps it was the way Mingi leaned back in his chairs, legs spread wide, and smirk on his lips as he looked up at her with his sharp gaze, allowing her to touch him. Perhaps that’s what sent me over the edge as I barged inside the studio in the most unceremonious way, making the girl yelp in fright and Mingi flinch as his eyes widened.

『Baby, you're all that I want

I want you all to myself

Oh, but you know me too well』

And when I was angry—or panicking, or hurt—all rational thoughts flew out the window as I was led by nothing else but pure instinct and a shit ton of unclear and not so necessarily nice thoughts. Simpler put, I wasn’t thinking nor making sense, but I couldn’t care less as I glared at the both of them while I struggled to mask the fury licking at my veins. They were both looking at me wide eyed, as if I had caught them doing something I wasn’t supposed to, and that made me snap before I could think through how to proceed with this whole shitshow, “Get out.”

For a second, even I didn’t recognize my voice as it dropped a few octaves, fierce gaze set on the blonde girl as she paled, eyes scrambling between Mingi and me as, suddenly, Mingi seemed to snap out of whatever scare I had given him by slamming his door open and into the wall. God, I hope I haven’t actually damaged it, because I certainly didn’t have the money to pay for it right now. I couldn’t look at the blonde girl anymore, heart beating fast in my chest as Mingi and I made eye contact, his eyebrows set in a deep frown as he had a sneer on his face.

“Excuse me?” God, even her voice was annoying. I looked back at the blonde girl and raised my eyebrows at her mockingly.

“Are you deaf?” I chuckled, but it was humorless, “Do I need to repeat myself?”

She huffed, looking offended—rightfully so—and I gritted my teeth as I stepped inside the studio, making it pretty obvious that I wasn’t going anywhere before this bitch left. I tried not to see red as Mingi’s hands balled up into fists or the way the girl snickered, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“You’re the one that’s barged inside uninvited, sweetheart,” And if I could have, I would have ripped her blonde strands out, “this isn’t your fucking studio, so, shut up. Mingi wants me here, maybe you should leave.”

I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing, somewhere deep in my mind realizing I looked absolutely psychotic and if Mingi didn’t hate me before, he certainly would hate me now. I wasn’t helping myself; I was making everything worse—just the usual, then. But this bitch wasn’t stopping me from getting what I came here for, and I hummed as my eyes fell on Mingi again, who’s jaw was clenching and unclenching. His sharp eyes were narrowed, but it seemed like he wasn’t saying anything anytime soon and that only pissed me off more.

“Sure,” I nodded and walked further inside, forcefully throwing my tote bag on the small couch against the wall on my left, making the contents of it spill out. I watched as both Mingi and the girl looked at the clothes, and Mingi’s expression flashed with something unreadable for a second, “Mingi wants you here.”

I suppose neither expected me not to stop until I reached the desk, coming up on Mingi’s left side as I slammed the thermos bottle—albeit too harshly—against the desk, a loud bang echoing in the room. Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed as I opened my mouth to tell the girl to leave again, but suddenly, he was up on his feet, staring me down. The height difference wasn’t that great between the two of us, but suddenly I felt small under his heated glare and sneer that seemed to settle on his lips, broad shoulders intimidating as he lowered his head just a little bit. He looked nothing like the Mingi I had gotten to know over the past few months, and it made my heart race as I realized I might not be able to reason with him today, “What the fuck is your problem, Y/N?! You tell her to get out when you barge in unwelcomed, and then start demanding for her to leave—”

I couldn’t even let him finish his sentence before I was firing back my argument, “Oh, what’s my fucking problem?! Maybe the fact that you lied to me?”

“About what?!” Mingi snapped, eyebrows furrowed as he took a step towards me, his body big enough to make the blonde girl not be seen behind him.

“Oh, be for real.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes, “You never show anyone your songs to? But you so conveniently let me listen to that unfinished song of yours and now look who else gets to listen to it? Her. If you’re so desperate to get laid, you should have—”

“I didn’t show her shit.” Mingi cut me off, voice shaking as his cheeks grew red from anger, probably. Mingi wasn’t a scary person, but he looked scary right now. There was no ounce of kindness in his expression nor tone, he looked cold and angry and like he hated me. I gulped and realized, once again, that I was digging myself deeper into the shithole I had created for myself, that I was hurting him again and again. This is not how things were supposed to go, “I only showed you. That unfinished song you’re talking about, only you know about it. Thanks for reminding me again why I shouldn’t deal with you anymore—”

“Stop it.” I snapped, eyebrows furrowing as I felt fear grip at my throat, making my voice sound shaky as Mingi’s expression went blank. I hated when he did that. I wanted to know what he was thinking about, I needed to see what he felt. I couldn’t do this if he withdrew himself, I couldn’t do this if I was the only one that would bare her heart to him. I was scared. He was pushing me away like Yunho had done, Mingi was abandoning me.

“Stop it?” If I wanted to cry when he laughed in my face mockingly, impassive smirk settling on his lips, I didn’t let it happen. I kept my composure, anger, hurt, desperation, yearning all mixing together as I found it harder and harder to breathe, “You want me to be nice to you after all the shit you said to me on Saturday? You want me to treat you like before after everything that’s happened? I can’t. You hurt me, made me feel like a fucking idiot, Y/N, you broke—I thought we were friends. I feel disrespected and played, and yet here you are again, acting like you have even an ounce of right to act the way you are right now, when it’s you who made it so fucking clear you want nothing to do with me anymore. Do you enjoy making others suffer? Do you want to see me on my fucking knees begging for your attention? I have enough self-respect to step back and move on with my life when someone so blatantly tells it to my face that I am nothing—”

“But you aren’t!” My tone raised without me meaning to as my heart continued to beat out of my chest so fast my ears started ringing. I felt tears prick at my eyes, but I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to victimize myself, I just wanted Mingi to understand I made a mistake, that I knew I did, and that I was trying to fix things. I didn’t want us to part ways, especially not like this, he made me realize this second that I didn’t want to lose him, “You aren’t nothing to me. I said those things because I’m scared. I don’t know how to navigate these feelings—”

“Save it, okay?” I was left gaping as Mingi shook his head, pushing his hands in the pockets of his light denim jeans, “I don’t want to hear whatever sob shit you have to say right now, I’m asking you kindly to leave before I call security and delete my number, like I have deleted yours.”

The silence that settled upon us was deafening and my eyebrows furrowed as a tear rolled down my cheek without warning, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to find my breath. That hurt, it hurt more than anything before, it hurt more than when Yunho left me, broke my heart. Mingi meant so much more to me than Yunho ever did, and I bit my lower lip as Mingi seemed unaffected, expression blank and rather bored. Nothing was making sense anymore. I was scared, but I also felt ready to break free of the chains of the past, I wanted Mingi. And knowing all this, I didn’t want to hold back anymore, I didn’t want to consider my next words anymore. I just wanted to speak my mind freely.

“My ex-boyfriend is Jeong Yunho, your best friend.” Mingi had almost turned away from me, but he froze, head slowly turning back to face me once again, “We dated back in high school, many years ago, when we were still some headless and stupid teenagers. But he was the first boy I’ve ever loved and he fucking broke my heart, shattered into pieces with a bright smile on his lips. He promised me many things, and I was naïve, so I believed it all. And because I did, I ended up hurt beyond fixing and I’ve never trusted a man again. He was my first boyfriend and the center of my universe, yet he never cared enough about me to properly break up with me.

“Yunho talked about you all the time. Everything you liked, everything you hated, you were part of our daily conversations and I always wished to meet you, to see what was so great in you that had Yunho gushing all the time. I was jealous, so jealous that I became bitter. I started hating even the mention of your name, I selfishly wanted Yunho to myself, and you gone from his life. I couldn’t understand what was so great about you and why I wasn’t enough. I knew Yunho didn’t love me, but I wanted him to, so I made myself believe it, believe that I was worth more to him than you’ll ever be. And in the process, I stupidly made myself believe that he’d never leave me, that he was the one for me like he has said so many times before.

“He broke my heart so fucking bad that it took years until I could say his name or even see his face again. I am over him now, have been for a long time, but I can’t help still feel bitter about him. I can’t help but associate you with him at times. He made me defensive and untrusting of men, I couldn’t help but assume you’d be just like Yunho when I first met you, at least when I finally realized who you were. I felt so guilty, I tried to push you away but you wouldn’t fucking give up. You are everything yet nothing like Yunho and that scares me, because I want you, Mingi. But I’m scared you’ll abandon me like Yunho did, that you’ll fill my head with empty and pretty fantasies and then leave me alone with them, tearing my heart apart in the process. I want to open up, but I’m scared. I think, however, with you by my side, I’d be able to do that, to let my walls down.”

The silence that settled upon us, once again, was deafening and I gulped, heart racing and making me feel lightheaded as Mingi’s face had fallen, expression finally not as void as before. He looked shocked, but surprisingly, he didn’t look hurt nor like he would hate me for ever. It made me hopeful for a second, it made me sniff loudly and blink away the insisting tears from my eyes. He gulped and took a deep breath, making me stare in his eyes, hopeful and less scared, as he sighed and rubbed at his chin; a stubble was showing. Now that I come to think of it, he looks rather tired with bags under his eyes, and his platinum hair has a blue hue to it.

“I’m sorry he made you go through so much; I know it wasn’t easy.” Mingi’s tone finally lost the edge it had before, finally it wasn’t laced with so much anger, and it almost made me cry, “I kind of—I knew. Not exactly the whole thing, but I suppose I can say I had a feeling that there was history between you and Yunho. It was too obvious whenever I brought him up that you didn’t like him, at first I was confused, but then I suppose everything just clicked into place. The drawing of his eyes, the sweater you lent me and the fact that you gave it to me in the end—I’ve known since then that it was probably Yunho. I never said anything to him, not like that at least, I wanted you to come to me on your own, when you fully trusted me with the information. And I’m sorry, but he—he was an asshole back in high school, he was insecure and he played with everyone’s feelings, he was quite good at manipulating people around him. He’s mentioned dating you, but very few times, and by the time you had broken up I had all but forgotten about you, I suppose I wasn’t much better compared to him.

“But all of this isn’t my fault in the end, and while I completely understand your reasoning now and why you often acted the way you did, I’m sorry, but I can’t just let go of things and start anew. There’s just—too many things that have happened, emotions that you stirred up in me, and I just can’t do it, I—it’s not even about you and Yunho, I don’t give a fuck about it, it was ages ago and Yunho is a changed man and I know he’s long moved on. And you too, I believe you have, you seemed less bitter lately, but I just can’t. I can’t help but ask again, what do you want, YN?”

At least he wasn’t mad at me, but I did feel ashamed that I made him piece everything together on his own, that I wasn’t capable of telling him the truth myself. I have made mistakes, sure, but Mingi apparently didn’t hate me for them, “I just want to apologize, for everything.”

Mingi nodded and I watched in despair as that cold mask slipped back onto his face, expression void of any emotion once again. It made me want to grab his shoulders and shake them, force him to look deep into my eyes and just see everything I felt for him, “That’s fine, I accept your apology. If that’s all, you can leave—”

“But that’s not all!” I snapped, having had enough of being dismissed by him. I saw the way his jaw twitched, the way his eyebrows furrowed at my defiance, at my reluctance to leave just yet. I was being pathetic and a pain in the ass, but I had to make him understand that I was ready to leave all my fears behind for him, to learn how to be a better person next to him. I wanted to change, and I wanted it to happen with him by my side, with him guiding me and teaching me how to be more like him, and less like the shitty person I was for so long. I longed to be the way I was before meeting Yunho, a lot happier and a lot less broody and hateful of the beautiful things that surrounded me, “Mingi, I cannot stop thinking about you. I spend every waking moment when we’re apart wondering what you’re up to, what’s going through your mind, whether you’re okay or not. And I’ve been drawing you, since the first time I saw you, you’ve captured my attention, you’ve made me curious of who you were the longer we spent time together. I don’t want to be like this anymore, I don’t want to hurt you anymore and shut you out, I want to fix everything. I want to—I just want you, Mingi.”

There was a quiet scoff behind Mingi, but neither one of us reacted to it as our gazes bore into each other, my eyes glinting with yearning and his façade slowly breaking down as he released a shaky breath, “Mingi, I adore you.”

“Get out.” For a second, my body froze as I thought he was addressing me, but then, he whirled around and pointed towards the studio’s still open door, “Get out, now.”

And I just realized that the blonde girl had been witness to everything, and I couldn’t help but blanch in embarrassment as she made to interject, but I guess Mingi’s sharp eyes made her reconsider her choice as she huffed and then stormed out of the studio. My cheeks felt hot and I realized the clothes were making me sweaty, so as Mingi hurried towards the door to close it, I shrugged my jacket off and placed it neatly on the back of the sofa together with my thick scarf. And as I looked up, mouth dry as the door clicked shut and Mingi turned around, it felt like time stopped, like the world stopped moving. But Mingi was moving towards me, in nothing more than three steps he stood in front of me, and before I could even as much as try to reason with him or plead more to be forgiven, warm fingers dug into my cheeks and the wind was knocked from my lungs as his plush warm lips slammed against mine, making me gasp as my eyes remained wide open.

『Filthy impetuous soul

I wanna give it to you』

I thought he wouldn’t want anything to do with me, I thought he’d tell me that he needed time to forgive me completely and for us to work things out. But I couldn’t help shudder and feel ecstatic as I grabbed the collar of his shirt and cardigan, my eyes falling shut, as I pulled him closer to my body, savoring the kiss as if it was our first. But it wasn’t anything like that one, it wasn’t soft nor careful nor slow, it was hurried and desperate as Mingi pushed me backward, pressing me against the wall, right between the small space between the sofa and the desk. My arms circled his neck as he grabbed my nape with one big hand and pressed his other into the small of my back, making it arch as my fingers tangled into his soft hair, not pulling, just feeling the need to hold onto something, to keep myself grounded.

And much like the first time, our lips seemed to fit perfectly, and I tried not to keen when he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on the soft flesh, and I tried not to turn into a puddle when he hummed lowly against my lips as my fingers flexed in his hair. Perhaps I kissed him a bit harder and more aggressively as our pace quickened, my hand holding the side of his neck as Mingi pressed his body into mine until it felt like he was trying to forbid me even of the idea of escaping from his clutches, and I had no fucking intention of going anywhere, because in his arms I felt content and safe, and perhaps a bit too hot as goosebumps covered my arms the longer our lips moved hungrily against each other. And when I cupped his cheeks and perhaps held onto them a bit too firmly, his lips parted, and I ignored my lungs screaming for air as my tongue slipped past his parted mouth. I didn’t expect him to moan as our tongues tangled together, all wet and perhaps a little disgusting, but neither one of us cared about that.

I tried to stand on my tip toes for better access as Mingi’s ring clad fingers were suddenly running through my hair and tilting my head back, making my skin tingle where he held my hip firmly. I had been kissed by other people before, but neither felt like with Mingi, neither made me crave more and more and more. But our lungs could only go on so long without air, and I would’ve been embarrassed for the loud gasp I let out when we finally parted, if it wasn’t for Mingi diving straight for my neck and finding the sweet spot that made me putty in his arms. And I tried to ignore his deep grunts as my fingers got tangled in his platinum blonde strands as he pressed open mouthed and wet kisses against my neck, his arms around my hips pulling me into an embrace that had my pulse showing through the skin of my neck. My lips were tingling and my lungs actually hurt, but I couldn’t care less when Mingi finally pulled back and blinked his dark eyes open, pupils dilated and lips so swollen he almost made me chase after them once again.

『Oh, just to see what you'd do

'Cause I'm so drunk on you』

“What’s in the thermos?” His voice was raspier than usual, and it made me bite my bottom lip as my eyes searched his face, his falling on my lips instead.

“Hot chocolate, for peace making.” I answered, sounding a lot more breathless than I actually felt, and Mingi chuckled, the sound deep in his throat. I let my arms fall from his shoulders and instead circled them around his torso, trying to fight off the smile from my lips. Mingi didn’t look angry nor dismissive anymore, but I knew I wasn’t actually forgiven just yet. And that was only fair.

“This is peacemaking, not the hot chocolate.” And there it was, the mischievous glint in his eyes and the smug smirk on his lips as he squeezed my hips once and lowered his face until our lips brushed together, “Although I do appreciate the hot chocolate too.”

“Good, my mom was rather excited when she told me to give it to you.” I pressed a chaste kiss against Mingi’s lips before he could try and say anything, and he chuckled when I pulled away, eyes creasing and crooked front teeth showing.

“What are we now?” His voice was a mere whisper, not insecure nor scared, just wondering, “What do you want?”

I gulped, but decided to be honest. No more hiding my feelings and thoughts from him, “I don’t know just yet, and that’s why I need you to take the lead, but this—I want more of this, of you.”

“Good,” Mingi hummed, lips pursed as he kissed my cheek once before slowly releasing me from his warm embrace, “because I’ve been wanting more of you for fucking ages, doll.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as suddenly I felt embarrassed and perhaps a little shy, but Mingi seemed to be unphased as he grabbed my tote bag and looked through it because his clothes were in it, “You can keep these, they looked better on you anyway. But you better not give them to Yunho if he ever happens to go over to your house—”

“Mingi.” I snapped mortified and pushed his arm as he dropped the tote bag and burst out laughing, giving me a cheeky smile.

“Want to hear the rest of the song I made for you?”

“For me?”

“Yeah, doll, for you.”

By the time I managed to get home I might as well been on cloud nine and in so much ecstasy that one would think I was on drugs. Which, kind of felt like it after the day I have had—not that I’ve ever done any drugs. I failed to notice my mother’s silhouette in the window of our kitchen when I got out of Mingi’s car and, of course, that meant she saw him get out of his old Honda Prelude and jog after me to kiss me hard and leave me dizzy before he left. And all of that, of course, meant that by the time I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, my mother was leaning against the archway of the kitchen with the widest smirk I’ve ever seen on her face.

“So, did you have sex?”

My eyes widened in mortification and I struggled to step out of my boots and shrug off my jacket, “Mom!”

“So, you did, huh.” It wasn’t even a question, and suddenly running after Mingi’s car sounded a lot better than standing in front of my mother as she bit her bottom lip, giving me a wink.

“We didn’t!” I exclaimed, cheeks flushed a deep red as I cradled the tote bag to my chest, “He needs to take me out on a date first—many dates, actually.”

“Well, he better hurry up then cuz you’re glowing and you’re happy.” I froze at my mother’s words as she looked at me with a serene expression on her face, lips pulled into a small smile, forgetting all about her previous teasing, “He’s good for you, too good. I haven’t seen you so relaxed and happy since—since highschool.”

Since Yunho broke up with me.

“I know, and I will make sure I never hurt him again.” I told my mom and she hummed, looking down at her wristwatch.

“You missed lunch, by the way, so you’ll eat chicken tenders—”

“Again?!”

“Again, exactly. Go wash up before dinner.”

And I was out of her sight in no time, with a newfound rush in my system, skin tingling as I realized I craved to hold my pencil and my sketchbook in my hands. I couldn’t remember the last time I drew something for me and not because it was an assignment. And if hours later the sketch looked a lot like a familiar platinum blonde haired man with sharp eyes and a tall nose wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a beige cardigan over it, accessories many and nails painted black, then I wouldn’t even deny it anymore. Perhaps he would love seeing my drawings. Perhaps I should finally show him.

Mings 🖤: date on wednesday? Me: but im paying this time Mings 🖤: so when we went to the pottery coffee shop it was a date wasnt it, doll Me: maybe it was maybe it wasnt Mings 🖤: no maybes this time

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Oh, but you know me too well, well』

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erinwantstowrite · 5 months ago

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Aaaah, Erin!! Your tiktok got me excited about drawing again, the first thing I drew in at least 8 months was a small drawing of Peter with his jacket because I thought it was insanely cool, and now your tumblr is getting me excited about writing again, so thanks for getting me back to my hobbies i guess lol

I struggle with writing long stories (i can't remember when I last wrote something longer than 3k,,,) but honestly you inspire me to keep trying! When I first found LoF, you were only 4 chapters in but already 120k words, all that in barely a month worth of update, which was both impressive and terrifying, but now i hope one day I'll also be so passionate about a fic i manage to write 120k words in a month!

Aaahhhh!!! That's amazing!!! It's weird to think that my own art can inspire people, cause it feels like just yesterday I was the one following my fav artists and trying to be more like them? This makes me really happy to see :))

Yyyyyeahhh I'm a little bit insane. When it comes to word count, I used to really struggle to get over 500 words, which is hard to imagine now. I think it was because I had a hard time envisioning it in my head, and I also didn't understand some fundamentals of writing. The more I practiced, the easier it was to get out more words.

That, and I figured out my average writing time. I set up a "40 minute" timer 3 times, and then I did some math to see how much I wrote in those periods. The 1st 40 minutes I'd write 700 words(ish), the 2nd period I wrote 900, and the 3rd one was 1000.

So now I do a writing warm up to get my brain going (like doing art warmups or stretches before you run), then I write for LoF/whatever I'm working on that day doing a "write for 40, break for 10-20 (depends on the day), write for 40"

I set up a word count goal like "I'd like to get to 10,000 words today." I look and see that the day before, I had written to 6,000. That means I'd have to write 4,000 words. If my average time is 1,000 per 40 minutes and I take plenty of breaks, I could probably do it within a couple hours. But at the end of the day, I listen more to my brain and sometimes it's a 2,000 word day or even a 400 word. Sometimes, nothing at all. I find that listening to the time is more important than listening to my word count goal itself.

Keep in mind that this is just my average time. Always plan around for what works for you. At the end of the day, it's more important that you're having fun while you write!

#erinwantstowrite #ao3 #leap of faith ao3 #ao3 fanfic #leap of faith catch me if you can #leap of faith #thank you for the ask!#creative writing #word counts are hard #you gotta take plenty of brain breaks

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faun-fauna · 2 months ago

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i hate highschool

Ughuyuh

I had to wake up at 4 fucking 30

For once I didn't wear a mask.. it was interesting. Usually I wear it for the feeling of security. I felt fine (someone said I looked weird ;w;)

I really liked my outfit though

There's only two freshmen in my geometry class. A kid I hate and me. I don't really like it like that.

My Spanish class is super full. We need more desks. Only one junior, rest are freshmen. I have 3rd lunch cause Spanish is my 5th period (B317)

I'm fine with my lunch period cause I have a decent amount of friends.

Honors history also has too many people. He specifically said he only wants to be called Thor. He also told us to research his religion for homework TwT

I got to Eng H seven minutes before class ended. I accidentally walked into the SPED class because it had the same number- a teacher told me to go there

I had the basement first (Eng) which sucked going up to history (3rd floor)

Biology was fine. Though a kid who somehow got into honors (IDFK HOW) called the teacher a slur T_T

The biology teacher was sweet. I like her. She was telling us about how she burned her hand in biology.

Don't really wanna do the science fair but it's required for honors. I also don't wanna cut open a frog, I think I'd cry. I really like frogs.

My art teacher touched me which was kinda weird ("I see we already have some artists in this class!") she was my favorite art teacher's art teacher. Art was fine though. I didn't particularly enjoy the assignment, but it's fine. I drew a bit in my school sketchbook.

I enjoy my Spanish teacher. She reminds me of señora. She said most people barely pass her class (eihhihhhgh) she used to live in Puerto Rico. We have her class for an hour and she said we can never leave the class ;w; and it's very specific- she will not let us touch the door.

We headed over to the middle school after highschool. Saw our teachers. Funn. I saw 2 of my favorites. Gr8 social studies and art. I miss them lol. Señora wasn't there, sad.

My sweater was fucking hot as HELLLL and my backpack is so fucking heavy for no reason I'm gonna break my FUCKING BACK. I DON'T EVEN HAVE A LOT OF STUFF

I'm a bit jealous of other kids. Even though they have honors, they have so many friends. Every class, everyone is friends with each other, everyone has their close friends. I don't understand why I couldn't have that too? I feel like it always happens to me. I never get anyone to be with. It's been like this for so long. I got lucky for 8th, I really did, but it just sucks. I really hate it. Because, already, I know I'll be that ONE kid that no one wants to work with. The one who always just stands awkwardly, waiting for everyone to pick their partners so I'm put with the last person who obviously doesn't want to fucking work with me. It's not like I'm a loner. I HAVE friends. A lot of them. Why can't I just have them for some? My BEST FRIEND got more classes with my friends than me, and he's not really friends with them. It's just upsetting, I guess. I feel isolated, almost? I have one class with a friend. Yay, I guess. But it's like. I'd feel so much better if it was at least 2 or 3. T-T

This is really complainy, I know, but I hate feeling like I'm being backed into that lonely corner like always. It's happened a lot, I guess I'm just kinda sick of it.

Today was really tiring. Maybe because I had to get up early, or maybe it was just mentally tiring. I don't know??????????????

I don't really wanna do my homework. It's nothing much but I just don't want to in general.

A while later we had a picnic. That was really fun. Chaotic, too. That part was fun. I recorded it a lot on my friend's phone - like a rap battle and hide and seek. Also, throwing cupcakes .. we cleaned it up. Yay.

I'll do my homework later .w. ughhugu

#HIGHSCHOOL AUGHUHSH #vent? ish?#OR MAYBE #a rant i guess

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thotsforvillainrights · 4 years ago

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Hope your ask box doesn’t get flooded right away! But could I please request some Mimic smut? Maybe his s/o has just kept testing his patience (flirting, holding things out his reach when he’s in tiny form, nicknames poking fun at his height, etc) and Mimic has enough of it and decides to get some payback?

[Haha it’s too late! But it’s okay because I find it must mean people still tolerate and like my writing lol. Aside from that, I don’t think I’ve ever done smut for him before. Seems like an okay time to give it a shot I suppose. I’ll test the waters with a little teasing smut instead of a full thing. Hopefully if it does well, then I’ll put an entire thing out]

~Teasing~

-Joi Irinaka smut-

Teasing: intended to provoke or make fun of someone in a playful way.

Annoying him was your forte and honestly it’s one of the things that drew him to you in the first place. You were really something else in his eyes, and to be dating you in the present was a real shocker to those around him. He wasn’t brutish in the same sense that Rappa was, but Joi had his own rough edges to himself. To think he’s be able to attract any woman/man/person as a significant other wasn’t a first thought for many of the people that knew him first hand. Still, you were there for him. You helped him when sick, saw some of his most vulnerable emotions on display behind the closed doors of your bedroom, and you still loved him flaws and all. Most of all he felt the same about you too. This being said, he still sometimes found it hard to keep his patience when you got to be annoying to him.

Today was just one of those days where you seemed to be on his ass excessively.

He groaned at the amount of times he’s lost count of the money in front of him while you pestered him. If he didn’t get this treasury thing done before 5:00 then he’d have to push his break back. Did you even care about that? Well of course you did! However, he didn’t have to know that right? “Awwww. What’s wrong? Can’t keep count? Can’t focus, Joi?” You whispered in his ears, watching in delight by the way he shivered for you. These little touches and whispers were spread out over the span of the week. It wasn’t just that though...You also didn’t hold back when it came to teasing him in other ways. Other ways that were less sexy and more...well...annoying.

“cUt ThAt ShIt OuT nOw!!!!” He complained and you basically dangled his keys above him like he was a tiny little toddler. In this form he might as well had been. Sure he could just go into his normal form, but this would be almost the 20th time this week he had to stretch himself back out for you, and those little beanie baby bodies costs began to add up in costs when he kept ripping them to transform. “Give me my shit Y/N!” Of course you didn’t until about 10 minutes later of tormenting him. Your antics continued until the end of the week. Now that it was Friday and his off day was tomorrow. Anyone else he would beat to a pulp, but for you he had found a better way to channel his anger out. So he endured it for this last day. He endured the nicknames, the insults, the poking and prodding, the delicate feather light touches, and even the nibbles on his ear when you caught him in his human form. All of it was just fuel to the fire. Then Saturday had finally arrived.

You popped up and stretched your arms out with a yawn. The space beside you was no longer occupied by the warmth of your boyfriend as he now stood at the end of the bed, watching you with a focused scowl and his arms crossed intently. “Oh looks who’s finally awake.” Before you could ask what was going on he reached under the blankets, grabbed your ankles, and snatched you downward so you’d be laying on your back. He wasted no time towering his large frame over you. “J-Joi?!?” He smirked and maneuvered his hands into your panties/boxers/undies, finding his favorite spot on your body, and putting in work from the very moment he did so. “Don’t act all surprised now cutie. Not with how you’ve been treating me lately of course. You thought I’d forget huh?” His fingers/hands working you undone slowly coupled with his morning voice and that damn smirk of his? Forget speaking or trying to work your way out of this heated punishment. You’d have to pay your dues this time. It was easier said than done with the way you were gasping for air lightly. Every time he brought you to the edge, he pulled back and rested his hands on your lower tummy before showering you with sloppy kisses. It was easy for him to tell when you were close to crossing that line by the way your gasps and moans picked up in both intensity and speed as well. That and the way you gripped at the sheets in desperation. Each time he stopped and started resulted in a shorter time that you could handle this. What went from 10 minutes of you holding out, ended up being 5, then 3, and now you were only a minute away from making a mess of his hands when he suddenly stopped again. You whine in distress and yearning? That was music to the man’s ears.

“Keep it up, we’ll be in here all day until you learn to stop messing with me. Got that brat? Now bend over and I might treat you to this cock if you promise not to cum too soon.”

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nicolewoo · 4 years ago

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Daddy Please Part 2

-Pairing: Joe Anaoi X Reader (Roman Reigns X Reader)

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT Spanking SMUT SMUT SMUT

Note from the author: I’ve spent a good portion of the day trying to write this despite having a dreadful day. I’m exhausted, so I’m not even proof reading it. I’ll get to that tomorrow, but here it is.

Enjoy Part 1

Joe and I slept at the club. It was a neutral point, and we were exhausted after the night we had. He offered to take me home after our shower, but I was too tired, and I didn’t have to be in the office …. well… anytime soon. After the 6-month long trial in Florida, I’d earned a break. I emailed my assistant that I would be late at the very least and may take the whole day off. I also instructed her to have a new pair of cuff links sent to Henry’s house with a thank you note. “He’ll know what for.” I added so she wouldn’t ask questions.

Joe curled his body around mine, spooning me tight as we slept, and I reveled in it. Being without a dom for 2 years was difficult, but the hardest part was sleeping alone. Henry had spoiled me by letting me sleep with him most nights, and I hoped Joe would want that also.

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A hand brushed over my side, pulling the sheet and blanket off me. I moan as the cold air hit my skin, and Joe shushed me. “It’s ok, baby girl. I’m just checking your body.” His fingers explored my skin, stopping when he reached my hip. “Is this ok?” he asked as he pushed into the bruised skin of my hip. It didn’t hurt bad, but it was tender.

“It’s ok.” I said. I was much more concerned about my vagina. He had fucked me wild last night, and I could already feel the tenderness of the skin without even touching it.

He sat on the bed, covering me up to keep me warm and bent over to kiss me. “I have to go to work.” The sun wasn’t even up yet.

“What time is it?” I asked and heard him chuckle.

He brushed my cheek with the back of his fingers. “It’s 4 am. Go back to sleep, baby girl.”

I tried to figure out how much sleep we’d had but couldn’t quite shake the sleep fog out of my head. I knew it was just a couple of hours… Maybe 3? Either way, it wasn’t enough. As sleep began to pull me down, I stopped worrying about it and just relaxed. “I’ll call you later.” He kissed my forehead before leaving.

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I woke feeling completely new. My aching need had been sated, and yet, my body craved more of Joe. I smiled as I remembered last night.

When I went to the bathroom, I found Joe had left me a note taped to the mirror.

Good morning, beautiful. Last night was perfect and I can’t wait to see you again. When you wake up, call the front desk, and they’ll bring you breakfast. I’ve already ordered, and I expect you to eat at least ½ of what I give you. I’ll call you around lunch time. I’m hoping we can start contract negotiations tonight. Relax and enjoy your day and Thank you.

The note made me smile as much as the memories of last night. Next to the note was a bottle of Ibuprofen and some numbing cream. I took advantage of both, spreading the numbing cream over my hips and letting the ibuprofen help with everything else. Now that I was up, I could feel the aching in my muscles. I hadn’t used some of those muscles in 2 years, and they cried out for attention.

I drew a hot bath and called the front desk as I waited. “This is Y/N. I’m supposed to call you for breakfast?”

The desk attendant didn’t miss a beat. “Yes, ma’am. Would you prefer coffee or tea?”

“Coffee please with lots of sugar and cream.” I requested.

“How would you like your eggs?” He asked.

“Scrambled, please.”

He acknowledged me and said breakfast would arrive in the next 15 minutes. That wasn’t enough time for a long soak in the tub, but maybe the hot water could work out a few muscles before breakfast. I climbed in the tub, cursing at the heat, but knowing the hotter the better.

After my bath and breakfast, I dressed and attempted to fix my makeup, to no avail. My phone dinged as I was finishing my hair.

Morning babe. How did last night go? It was Henry texting me.

It was wonderful. Thank you for connecting us. Really! Thank you!

My pleasure. I was getting worried about you working so much and not taking care of your other…. Needs.

I laughed at the idea that he wouldn’t just come out and say my need to be a sub. After all, he was once my dom, and we were still great friends. My “needs” are met, although I suspect more will arise soon.

Lol. Enjoy your day babe. Ann says hi.

Tell her I said thanks and I’ll probably see her tonight.

You’re coming back to the club? Two nights in a row? I figured you’d be with Joe tonight.

I chuckled. I’m still at the club. We stayed here last night. We still have to negotiate a contract, and I think the club would be a nice neutral place.

Agreed. See you tonight.

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My cell phone rang, and I let the car pick it up. “Y/N” I announced.

It was my assistant, Alyssa. “Ma’am. I have a Joe Annooowhy (she fumbled trying to figure out how to say it) …. Something like that. Would you like me to forward the call to you?”

My stomach rolled in anticipation, but I was able to keep my professional demeanor. “Yes please, Alyssa.”

“Good afternoon.” His deep voice through the speakers of my car vibrated through me surrounding me in warm waves and memories of last night.

I sighed happily, “Joe.”

He chuckled. “Miss me baby girl?” I could hear the smile in his voice. “Sounds like you’re relieved to hear my voice.”

I thought for a second. “I am.”

“Thought I wouldn’t call?” He asked.

“No. No that’s not it. I just…. It’s corny.” I laughed to myself.

His voice lowered another octave. “Tell me, baby girl.” He sounded amused, but I wasn’t going to defy his order.

Should I actually say this? Being a sub felt odd after all this time of being alone. I tried to remember how I did it with Henry. I was easily able to separate work me vs. sub me. I’m out of practice now. What would Henry want? He’d want me to say it. “You sound like,” I paused. “home.” As soon as I said it, I was afraid I’d said too much.

“I like the way that sounds.” I could hear his smile in his voice. “So, tonight, Henry and Ann have invited us to dinner. I’ll pick you up from your office at 6.” He wasn’t asking.

“I wasn’t going to go to the office today.” I admitted.

He paused for the briefest second. I’d thrown off his plan. “Alright. I’ll pick you up at your house?”

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I was ready when my doorbell rang, and I rushed to get to the door quickly. Joe looked amazing, and I couldn’t stop my smile when I opened the door.

We crashed into each other. All hands, lips and tongues, fingers grabbing with need. Our moans and grunts filling the air as we desperately tried to find relief. Joe pushed us through the front door and closed it behind him with his foot. “That made it worse.”

I pressed as close to him as I could, and it still wasn’t enough. “Made what worse?”

He pulled my hair back gently and kissed his way down my throat. “All day long, all I wanted was you. Now that I’m here, I want you more. Why the hell did I accept Henry’s dinner invitation?” He asked between kisses.

I knew what he meant. I wanted nothing more than to be alone with Joe. Alone, naked…. There was a good chance negotiations would take hours, and dinner would make the day even longer. I melted into Joe’s kiss; my head clouded with lust. I needed to focus. “Because Henry doesn’t take no for an answer.” I said.

Joe pulled away to look into my eyes and paused before chuckling. “You’re right.” He took a deep breath and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. “We should get going.” He peeked at the clock on my wall.

I looked slyly up at him, “We could have a quickie?” I brushed my fingers over his crotch.

He grabbed my hand and pulled it up to his lips. “Baby girl, there are only 2 things I want to do quick tonight. Dinner and the contract signing.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes daddy.” He hugged me tight.

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“You know, I deserve credit for hooking you two up.” Henry said as he stretched his arms out and wrapped one around Ann.

Dinner had been amazing. The food, the conversation, everything. I got to see how Henry and Joe interact. They were better friends than I had known, and they were happily laughing at stories. Between Henry and his boisterous personality and Joe with his intimidating size and loud laugh, Ann and I barely got a chance to talk. I sat pondering these 2 men. Both of them had giant personalities, and incredibly good looks, and whenever they entered a room, they commanded attention. Now, with both in the restaurant, it almost became a power struggle, but somehow it worked.

“Henry,” Joe said straightening up. “I’m sure you’ll understand. I quite anxious to start contract negotiations. We’re going to head out.” Joe stood and gave me his hand.

When Henry and Ann both chuckled, Joe shot them an un-approving look. “Joe, it won’t take near as long as you think. She probably has an envelope with 3 different contracts in her purse.”

Joe looked from them to me as Henry and Ann stood. “Don’t be ridiculous, Henry.” I said as he hugged me. “It’s all done on a tablet now.” I patted the side of my purse for effect, and we laughed more.

“We won’t hold you up any further.” Ann said as she hugged me. “He’s a great guy,” she whispered in my ear. I smiled fondly at her as I mouthed thanks to her.

“Ready, baby girl?” Joe said placing his hand on the small of my back. I looked up at him with every intention of saying yes, but when his eyes locked on mine, I couldn’t speak so I nodded yes.

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Contract negotiations went perfectly. Henry had really chosen well for me. Joe and I wanted similar things, and we only had to negotiate 3 points. All in all, it took an hour, which thrilled both of us. Now, the night loomed before us full of possibilities.

“Stand there.” Joe said quietly but forcefully as he pointed to the spot he’d had me stand in last night. He locked the door and hung up his suit coat before coming to me and kissing me deeply. His hands roamed down my sides and slipped under my dress, slowly pulling it up over my head. Stepping back, he surveyed the matching black lace underwear and bra. “Black lace again?” He sounded pleased. I nodded yes as he ran his hands over the fabric of my bra. “You paid attention last night. Thank you. Black lace is my favorite.” He kissed me gently and ran his hands over my ass before walking across the room. He grabbed a bottle out of a desk drawer and poured an amber liquid into a high ball glass before sitting on the desk chair.

As I stood there, he casually leaned back in the chair and sat ogling my almost naked form as he sipped his drink. The longer he sat, the more awkward it felt to be standing there. I assume he was doing it on purpose to push my buttons, and it was working. After 2 years on my own, I wasn’t used to such obvious leering. The complete silence in the room was just making everything worse, and I was grateful when he spoke. “What are you thinking?” He asked.

I don’t know what I expected him to ask, but this wasn’t it. “I’m wondering why you’re not touching me.” I admitted quietly as I looked at the floor.

“You don’t need to look down tonight. Just be yourself. Talk to me.” He crossed one leg over the other, resting his ankle on his knee. Each move was slow and calculated and screamed dominance. “Maybe I’m thinking about what I’m going to do with you tonight. What do you want me to do?”

Slowly, I raised my eyes from the floor to him. “I….um…. whatever Daddy wants.” I said, which he smiled at.

“Daddy wants to know what you want right now. Tell me the truth.” He stood, took a sip of his drink, laid the glass down and came to stand in front of me.

“I want to make you happy.” I said, and he stepped forward another step, standing close enough for me to feel his body heat and smell his cologne. “I want….” His eyes locked on mine and I couldn’t answer. He just stared down at me, towering over me, somehow dominating me without even saying a word.

He had smiled at my inner brat last night, so I tried to stand my ground. I challenged him with my eyes and my stance. I tried. I stood still for what seemed forever, him so close to me I could almost feel his heartbeat. I tried, but eventually the dominant in him overpowered my inner sub, and I looked down.

I could hear the smile in his voice, “Good girl.” He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms around me, his large hands covering my ass. It had been a power play. This whole thing had been a power play. I should have known. Mentally I chided myself for not understanding what was happening. Without warning, he undid my bra and pulled the lace down my shoulders and tossed the bra onto the desk.

I took a deep breath as the cold air hit my nipples. “Cold, baby girl?” he teased. I wanted to make a smart remark but instead I just nodded yes. “I’ll warm you up soon. Just wait.”

Wait? Wait? I’d already been waiting. He pulled away from me, untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. I peeked up as the edge of his Samoan tattoo came into view, and resolved not to smile, but good grief, he was beautiful. Once his shirt was unbuttoned, he quickly pulled the tie out of his collar, circled me and grabbed my wrists, pulling them back and using the tie to bind them together tightly. He tested the tautness of the knot, but still asked, “Is that ok?” I quickly nodded yes. “Good. So, you’re wondering what I’m going to do to you? You don’t get to know that. I decide that and you accept it. Is that understood?” He ran his hands down my sides until he reached my underwear. Hooking his fingers inside the waistband, he slowly dragged the material down. “Step out.” I did, and he tossed the underwear onto the desk with the bra.

He grabbed my hips and turned me until I was facing him, but he didn’t rise. He stayed crouched on the floor. He looked up at me with a devilish grin and quickly pushed his hand between my legs. “Spread your feet.” He commanded, and I obliged. He crouched for a moment, drawing out the suspense before finally running two fingers over my slit. “You’re very wet.” He teased me.

I gasped as his fingers ran over my slit again, “Yes, daddy.”

“Do you want daddy to lick you?” He asked.

I looked right in his eyes as I begged, “Please, Daddy, Please.”

I wasn’t even done saying it before he pushed his face into my crotch and he flicked my throbbing clit with his tongue. My head fell back as I moaned in delight, but just as suddenly as he started, he pulled away and stood in front of me. “On the bed, on your knees.” I walked over to the bed, but just as I was getting ready to climb up it, he wrapped his hands around my waist and helped me up.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

I listened as he removed his pants and underwear, desperately wanting to see his dick. When he climbed on the bed behind me, he cupped my breasts with his hands and pushed his erection against me. He pinched my nipples between his fingers, and I felt his hot breath on my neck as he began to twist and pull, gently at first then harder and harder until I yelped. “Very good,” he whispered in my ear. “Henry told me you couldn’t handle much pain, but you did very well with that.” I smiled with pride. “You’ve got a praise kink!” he said excitedly as if he’d just opened a present.

“Yes daddy.” I whispered.

I felt him relax just a bit, “That’s very good, because I like to praise.” He slid one arm down around my waist and pulled the other up along my back until he cupped my neck. He pushed me over until my face was against the bedding. His hand now caressed down my back slowly sliding between my legs and pushing 2 fingers inside me. I cried out. “Does it feel good?” He knew it did, but he wanted me to say it.

“Yes daddy.” I sighed.

“Then fuck my fingers, baby girl. Fuck them like you fucked my dick last night.” He pressed his fingers deeper into me, and I groaned. “Come on. Show me how bad you want my dick.” I pushed back against his hand, and I felt his fingers flutter inside me. I rocked my body away from him and back against him, picking up speed with each rock. “That’s it baby. Try to get yourself off.”

I had every intention of doing so, but just as my orgasm started to build, he pulled his fingers out of me and brought them to my mouth. “Clean them.” I opened and he slid the two fingers in my mouth. “Don’t you taste delicious?” I nodded my head yes as I wrapped my mouth around his fingers and sucked.

He moaned. “I love that mouth.” I beamed with pride as he laid down on the bed and I could see how hard he was. “Wrap that talented mouth around my cock,” He instructed as he scooted close to my face. Leaning back onto my knees, I positioned myself over him and stuck my tongue out as far as I could. He ran his fingers into my hair, grabbing it as he roughly pushed me down on his cock. I took his full length into my waiting mouth, tasting the pre-cum as I lifted my head. As I flicked my tongue over the top of his head, he groaned so softly I could barely hear it. I slid my lips down his cock again, just deep enough to gag. “Yes, baby girl. Just like that.” He used his grasp on my hair to pull me up and down again and again, and again. “That feels so good.” He loosened his grip and let me play. I explored his cock tip to base, licking, kissing, sucking before taking a ball into my mouth and humming a sound of contentment. He instinctually bucked his hips and crashed into my face clumsily.

He shot up and started doting over me. “Are you ok?” He cupped my face in his hands. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Let me see.”

I couldn’t help it, I just started laughing and completely ruined the mood of the scene. I half expected to get I trouble, but he laughed with me. He reached behind me and undid the tie. “Let’s take a look.” He searched my face. “You ok?” He chuckled.

“I’m fine.” We both chuckled as he leaned his forehead against mine and wrapped his arms around me.

“You might be a little too good at that.” We both laughed. “Lay down baby girl.” He smiled as he climbed between my knees. He pressed sweet kisses up my thighs. When he flicked his tongue over my clit I gasped loud. I felt his lips spread in a smile before he wrapped his lips over my clit and sucked. I forgot I’d even been laughing. His talented mouth reduced me to a moaning mess quickly.

“Daddy!” I cried out.

“Baby?” He asked.

“Can I cum? Please.”

He smiled big again but didn’t look up at me. “Yes.” He slid two fingers into me again and sucked my clit until I was consumed in a wave of warm tingles. He stopped sucking, but slowly moved his fingers in and out of me to extend my orgasm, finally stilling them inside me as the clenching slowed. He gently pulled them out and crawled up to lay beside me with a warm smile on his face. He trailed his fingers over my arm and watched as I rode out the last shock.

He kissed me softly, sweetly as he climbed between my legs. He pressed his cock up against my core and kissed me again while he slid inside me gradually. He stilled deep inside me. “Open your eyes baby girl.” I did and found him looking sweetly at me. When I smiled at him, he began sliding in and out leisurely at first then building faster and harder with each stroke. I tried to focus on keeping my eyes open, but the better he made me feel the more I forgot and closed my eyes.

He stilled when a second orgasm washed over me. “Baby, you’re so tight.” His words caused me to clench again and he groaned. I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him in to kiss me. He started fucking me before the orgasm ended which caused another orgasm to start. My back arched and my head snapped back. He wrapped an arm around my waist and slowed his thrusts. I collapsed onto his arm and he laid me down gingerly. Burying his head in my neck, he peppered kisses along the skin. He thrust in and out of me as he nipped and sucked along my collarbone. When the orgasm was over, he kissed me sweetly.

Opening my eyes, I saw his smiled had turned to a smirk. He allowed me a second to process the change before he grabbed my hips and flipped me over and pulled me onto my hands and knees. Violently he pounded into me as hard and as fast as he could for a few minutes before wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling out of me as jarringly as he started.

I barely had time to process the change when I felt the riding crop hit my ass hard. I yelped in surprise then moaned as the pain turned to tingling. A swift hard hit landed on my other cheek, and I felt his hands rub over the skin. “More?” he asked, and I moaned out a yes. Slap Slap. The crop hit both cheeks one right after the other. I yelped, then moaned. Slap Slap. Yelp. Moan. Slap. Slap. I yelped. This time though, the pain stayed longer and the moan came later. Slap. Slap. I yelped. When I didn’t moan, he began to massage the skin again. “Good girl.” He soothed. “You did great.” He kissed each cheek before kissing a trail up my back. When he was close to my ear he lowered his head and whispered in my ear. “Ready?”

No. No. I wasn’t ready. Not for another slap from the crop. I didn’t want to use a safe-word so I paused, trying to lengthen the reprieve.

“Answer me baby.” I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t say no, and I wouldn’t safe out. Not this early in the relationship. “Are you ok?” There was a touch of panic in his voice.

The pain was lessening but I answered hesitantly. “Yes.”

“Did we reach your pain threshold?” He soothed me as he asked, and I nodded yes. “Ok baby. I’ll remember that.” He shifted until the head of his penis pushed against my slit. “Ready for me?” I nodded eagerly now that I knew what he was asking about.

He slammed into me, pushing me forward and down into the bed. He yanked me up onto my knees again and held me with a ruthless grip on my waist as he pulled me back onto him fast and rough. I screamed out in joy as he pounded relentlessly into me for what seemed like hours, his grunts mixing with my screams. I came quickly, but he didn’t slow, didn’t stop, he kept pounding into me unceasingly until his grunts grew louder and he exploded inside me with a loud roar wildly thrusting as he emptied himself inside me.

I collapsed and he slowly lowered us onto the bed, sliding his arm under me and pulling me until my head was cradled on his chest. We laid there, catching our breath. His hands caressed me gently, and my skin tingled with each touch. I sighed, content to lay with him forever, and he was in no hurry to move either. So we laid there touching, kissing, enjoying each other for a long time. “Let’s get you cleaned up and get some sleep,” he said softly. I smiled wide as I realized he wanted to sleep with me.

Part 3

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xingplytwelve · 4 years ago

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Author’s Note: This story was inspired by ZYX!!! LOL ok so I was casually listening to Tattoo a few days ago and idk man it was like ZYX was asking me to write this write all about his one night stand

 Title: That Morning Love 

Pairing: Yixing x Abigail (OC) 

Genre: Smut 

Rating: NC-17 

Word Count: 4.6k

Epilogue

It had been an extremely bad period for Abigail, as she was having all kinds of problems at work, and not to mention that she haven’t been having a social life for quite some time now. Whenever she wanna meet up with her friends, she was always pulled back by last minute projects and had to work till late. Of course, she wasn’t in a relationship as well, she just couldn’t commit to one at this point in time, as she was busy being a workaholic. The last time she had one was probably 3 years ago, and that was how long she hasn’t get laid. Her friends, completely aware of her situation, decided to give her a girls night out at the local club coming Saturday, hoping that she can finally spend a day without having to think about work. And if she’s lucky, to get laid after so damn long. Not to lie, but Abigail was pretty excited about it, to finally meet her friends and update them on what has happened in her life recently. Nothing interesting in particular, no juicy boy troubles, but would have been nice to catch up with her friends over a meet up instead of texting them all the time. It was finally Saturday, and Abigail was busy choosing her outfit for later. It had been too long since she last wore a daring outfit, and she felt as though she had lost her fashion sense. A body con dress? Too boring. A classic romper? Too troublesome. She was getting frustrated, and decided that she should just play it casually, putting on a black cropped top with bandage denim skirt, flaunting her tiny waist, and not forgetting her classic sneakers. She was never one to wear heels, especially to a club. She was soon on the way after she had accessorised herself, putting on one of her favourite set - A pair of earrings and a necklace that were all in the shape of a seashell.

‘Hey!’ Her friends called the moment they saw her. ‘Are you even trying with that outfit!’ One of her friends, Chloe hissed the moment she saw her. ‘Typical Abi,’ the other, Leah chuckled. ‘Stop teasing her y’all, come here you!’ the most sensible, Gabrielle said as she pulled Abigail into a hug. ‘It had been so long!’ Abigail replied, returning Gabrielle’s hug. ‘I really tried ok, but I decided to just go with what’s comfortable,’ she added, taking a look at her two other cheeky girlfriends. ‘Let’s go!’ Chloe gushed. Soon enough, the girls were inside the club and were getting their drinks. ‘I’m not gonna hold back today girls, get me drunk and laid man!’ Abigail joked, though she was sure about getting drunk, but getting laid was pretty much questionable to her then. Call her old fashion, but she was never really the type to go for a one night stand. Well, not until that night at least. And what she didn’t realised was that a man had been gazing in her direction from the second floor the moment she stepped into the club. Her brunette hair, with streaks of red, completed with her bangs. And her dressing style, unlike other typical girls who were in revealing dresses. Though she was no where near sexy in the eyes of others, she was perfect in his eyes. He could see how she was showing the perfect curves of her petite body. ‘Zhang Yixing! It’s your turn to drink!’ Baekhyun called in annoyance as he snapped his fingers in front of yixing’s eyes. ‘I’m sorry,’ yixing apologised, he was just too occupied at the sight of the girl who just walked in. ‘I see whatchu staring at yixing,’ Baekhyun added with a tiny smirk, knowing where yixing’s eyes were trailing off to while yixing gulps down his whisky. ‘Yea, she’s hot,’ Yixing answered with an awkward laugh, still embarrassed that he was caught red-handed by Baekhyun. ‘Go talk to her,’ Baekhyun whispered to yixing, preventing the rest of the group from hearing their conversation, knowing that yixing was already embarrassed. Yixing nodded, as he signalled for the waiter to order another cup of whatever she was having for her. ‘Oh I didn’t order another glass of whisky,’ Abigail said as the waiter soon served her. ‘It’s from the gentleman upstairs,’ the waiter replied as he pointed politely to the second floor. She looked up, to find herself locking eyes with the one who bought the drink for her. She then took the drink, giving him a smile. Noticing that he had a glass in his hand as well, she raised her glass, signalling for a cheers, which he returned. ‘Wow Abi still got it! Looks like you’re getting laid tonight lady,’ Leah teased. ‘Oh come on it’s just a drink,’ Abigail answered. She didn’t get the chance to take a good look at that man, since he was on the second floor. But she was certain that she was getting a little flattered, knowing that someone was willing to buy a drink. ‘You’re still so sober, drink up!’ Chloe yelled, to make sure that she was being heard despite the loud EDM blasting in the background. It was 3am in the morning, and the girls were starting to get tipsy. As for Abigail, she was too. In fact, she was almost beyond tipsy. She also couldn’t help but to wonder why the man who bought her drinks didn’t came down and talk to her, or so she thought. ‘Are you still not going to talk to her?’ Baekhyun questioned, as it has been awhile since the glass that was on him. ‘You seemed to be more impatient than me, baekhyun,’ yixing answered, raising his brows while looking at baekhyun as he took another slip of his drink. ‘Cause it’s the perfect time to excuse yourself right now! I’ll cover up for you just go!’ Baekhyun exclaimed, and yixing knew that he was right. Half of the group were down on the dance floor, some were outside the club smoking, and it would have been the most convenient time for him to excuse himself without much explanations. Yixing nodded as he stood up, giving baekhyun a fist bump as he added, ‘drinks on me another day.’ ‘Hey,’ yixing called as he tapped on Abigail’s shoulders lightly. Abigail’s friends cheered, seeing that a guy had finally approached their friend who was in need of a good fuck. Despite being intoxicated, Abigail could see that how good-looking the man standing in front of her was. He was so fair, and his almond brown eyes, were so soft and seductive. She also noticed that he had dimples popping out whenever he formed a smile. All in all, if she was looking for a one night stand, this man would have been perfect. Chloe and Leah sensed what was happening, and were soon leaving the two of them alone, but seeing that Abigail was pretty intoxicated, Gabrielle whispered in her ears, ‘you sure you wanna do this?’ ‘Yea I guess, don’t worry bout me! Go enjoy your night, besides he’s damn hot,’ Abigail replied sheepishly with a nod, then shooing her friend away. The same for yixing, he finally got the chance to take a good look at her. Her body was already attractive enough, but her features made him lust for her even more. Her eyes, they sparkled. Her nose, so sharp and perfect. And her lips, they looked so soft and sweet. He couldn’t help but to wonder how they would taste like. Once they were alone, he placed one of his hands on her table, and leaned in gradually while she was still seated on the bar stool. Both of their hearts were racing, and those eyes that were looking into each other’s, Abigail could have sworn that she would have gotten wet just by staring into those eyes long enough. She didn’t resist, and soon found her lips meeting his. The kiss was soft, gentle, and delicate, leaving Abigail yearning for more. He wanted to break away, to take another good look at her, but Abigail landed her arms around his neck, and gave him a harsh and impatient kiss. He soon responded to her, his tongue finding his way into her mouth, tackling her tongue and swirling it around hers, making Abigail releasing soft moans in the process. As they finally broke away, he lifted her chin with his forefinger, commenting, ‘you’re quite an impatient one huh, baby girl?’ Abigail chuckled at his comment, and answered, ‘I’m not only impatient, I’m also quite a tease.’ She then ran her finger over his Adam’s apple, sending chills down his spine. Abigail giggled at his reaction which got him to smile as well, and those adorable dimples soon appeared on his face. ‘Shall we go then?’ He asked, and Abigail nodded in agreement as she hopped off her seat. He then threw his arms around Abigail’s shoulders, as he led the way out of the club. Once they’ve exited the club, he took out his cigarette pack and before he drew a stick, he asked, ‘you wouldn’t mind, right?’ Abigail shook her head, as he then put the stick in his mouth and then lighting it up, taking a deep first puff. ‘I live right there,’ he added, as he exhaled and pointed to the building besides the club while they continue to walk in that direction. Abigail looked at him in surprised, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she asked, ‘why did you asked me if I’ll mind?’ ‘Well, if you did I won’t. I won’t want those beautiful lips to be tasting the smell of my cigarettes if you had mind,’ he replied as he threw away his cigarette butt. His reply made Abigail smiled, she didn’t really know why either. It was a strange kind of sweet, coming from a guy she was planning to have a fling with. They soon arrived at his apartment. Abigail had expected him to live in a big house, considering that the building was one of the most expensive ones in town, but instead, it was a studio apartment, minimalistic styled. The moment he closed the doors behind him, he placed both his palms on her jawline, holding her face a little higher and closer, giving her a light, yet passionate kiss, so delicate that it was just like a pair of butterfly wings. She could still inhale the smell of his cigarette lingering in his mouth, and it was surprisingly sweet, just like blueberries. She then placed her hands on his waist while responding to his kisses, and she could feel that he was smiling. He begin to nibble on her lower lip, causing her to whine as she dropped her hands to his hips, resulting in her dropping her handbag and her belongings were falling out of it. They paused, and then giggled among themselves as their lips met again. Using the back of his fingers, he stroked her face gently, as he held her hand with the other and led her closer to his bed. He then moved on to her nape, taking in her intoxicating scent at the same time while fondling with her hair with his free hand. Whimpers were escaping her mouth, and that turned him on even more. The other hand of his were slipping underneath her top, grabbing her breast as his fingers started playing with her clothed nipple. ‘Ah… Don’t stop,’ she mumbled in pleasure, as her hands started running wild on his back. The moment he heard that, he lowered his hand from her hair downwards, passing by her bust, her waist, and finally to her thighs. He sneaked inside her skirt and started caressing her inner thighs, finding his way up to her pussy. He started to tease her even more, by running his fingers up and down it. Seeing that he was teasing her so much, she wanted to get back at him. She started kissing his collarbones, and sucking on his skin thereafter, leaving a couple of hickeys which caused him to moan. Hearing that, she stopped and said, ‘just fuck me already.’ He smirked, as he found his way into her clit, inserting his finger inside her and started pumping. She screamed in pleasure, as she held onto his arms for support. He soon inserted the second finger, as he whispered in her ears, ‘Fuck, you’re so tight.’ Her moans echoed in his apartment. The third finger didn’t take long, and once he felt satisfied, he then pulled them out and helped her to remove her top in a rush. Seeing how her racerback bra was flaunting her cleavage, he can’t help but to let out a wow. ‘You’re fucking hot, you know that?’ He asked as he took off his blazer, and then unbuttoning his shirt which allowed her to take a glimpse of his lean body. Loving how he was complimenting her, she took off her skirt voluntarily, which amazed him even more. ‘Same to you,’ she said, in her drunken state, as she reached out to touch his well-defined abs. It was unknown where she got her courage from, but she then pushed him onto the bed, taking him by surprise, and crawling on top of him as she touched his crotch. He groaned, and he was loving how this woman was taking charged. He grabbed her waist, then sliding his hands down to her hips, yanking off her panties that was soaking wet from earlier on, which she then removed it completely with her legs. As she continued to stroke his rock-hard junior, she leaned in for a quick kiss, and that was when he realised she had a tattoo over her shoulder. That’s hella sexy, he thought. She tried to remove his pants, but she couldn’t figured out how to remove his belt, which got him to laugh a little. ‘How did you transit from fucking hot to cute in a minute?’ He asked, as he sat up and moved backwards leaning against the headboard, pulling her along with him by her waist. She placed her hands on his body for support, as she watched him removed his pants. She then helped him to pull them off completely, along with his boxers, releasing his manhood. ‘Ride me, baby girl,’ he ordered, as she inserted him inside her. She started to move her hips, feeling him deeper and deeper each time she goes, at times leaning in to taste his lips again. He then unclasped her bra, and was soon enjoying the sight in front of him, especially the way those tits moved up and down because she was riding him hard. He held her breast with one hand, while caressing her face with the other. As he was doing so, she took his hand, and started licking it. She quickly took the chance to suck on his thumb, which made him moaned, loud. ‘Fuck,’ he cursed, as he looked at her. He’ve never met someone who knew his sweet spots so well before, and it was unbelievable that this is the first time they’ve ever seen each other. Her, on the other hand, wasn’t even thinking at all. She just did whatever that felt natural, and her mind was overwhelmed by pleasure to even harbour any thoughts. After all, she hasn’t been doing this for a good three years. She was going to reach her high, and sensing that, he leaned forward, pushing her hair that was covering up her tattoo away to take a good look at it, before giving her a bite which made her moaned even louder than she already was. She stopped for a moment, catching her breath, and he knew that she came. He then pinned her down by her shoulders, switching positions quickly, as he started to thrust inside her. He soon fasten his pace as he could feel that he was close as well, and thrusted inside her hard and fast, causing her to grabbed onto his arm with one hand, and the bedsheets with the other. Her nails sank into his arm as she felt another one coming, causing him to groan in pain but he couldn’t be bothered as well, he was gonna shoot. He soon came inside her, still hovering above her body trying to catch his breath. He looked at her, parting her hair that was getting in his way aside, before giving her one more kiss, then finally laying down beside her. He took a look at his wall clock, it was already 5ish in the morning. He turned over to look at her, to realise that she was already falling asleep. He smiled, stroking her face gently with his thumb, before getting out of bed and putting on his boxers. He grabbed a cigarette while walking up to the window, where he usually smokes. As he light up his cigarette, he found himself staring at her yet again. For fuck’s sake, I gotta stop, he thought as soon as he realised what he was doing. He took another puff, as he looked for his phone silently, fearing that he’ll wake her up. Once he found it, he quickly sent out what he wanted to, before taking one final puff and throwing the stick away. He then joined her in bed, and soon dozed off. Yixing Z I think I’m in trouble Abigail was woken up by the breath of someone against her skin, and as she opened her eyes lazily, taking a look at the unfamiliar surroundings, she realised that she was in someone else’s bed. She remained still, as still as water, fearing that she’ll wake him up by accident while she recalled what happened earlier on. Though she wanted to take a final glance at the stranger that she had slept with, she thought of the possible consequences and decided to sneak out quietly instead. She got off his bed silently, while dressing herself and then picking up her belongings, which were still in a mess from hours ago. As she was picking her things up, she realised that her seashell necklace was missing from her neck. ‘Fuck,’ she cursed under her breath, realising that it must have been in this apartment somewhere. She knew she couldn’t go back and try to find it, it would have been too risky. She was just about to make it out when she heard a voice from behind. ‘I have some emergency contraception pills in my drawer,’ he said, as he sat up and placed his palm on his forehead. It was not very typical of a guy to be this sweet after a one night stand, and though she was tempted to look back, she knew that nothing good would come out of it, or so she thought. ‘It’s ok, I can get them myself,’ she answered, and walked towards his door. ‘Hey wait,’ he called, stopping her once again. ‘Can I at least get your name?’ He asked. ‘Abi,’ she answered, reluctant to give him her real name, and then leaving his apartment without looking back. Baekhyun B What do you mean you’re in trouble! Did you not bring her back? Baekhyun’s message popped up in yixing’s notifications, the minute he checked his phone. Yizing Z That’s the problem, I think I might have fallen a little for her… She tried to sneak out just now, and when I asked for her name, she replied Abi. I’ve a feeling that’s not her real name Baekhyun B What?! This never happened!! But seriously though, if you like her just go for it, it’s been 5 fucking years! Come on, you’re resourceful, don’t tell me you can’t find her? Yixing Z That’s true… Yixing sent his final message, as he put his phone away and took out a cigarette. He lit it up as he stayed in bed. It was only 8am. He started to wonder about the reasons why she left in such a hurry, no women had ever left him hanging like this, and he could not believe that she’ll rather go to the pharmacy and get the pills by herself. She’s so, unique. Yixing found himself smiling again as he exhaled, before taking in another puff. What the fuck, what is happening, yixing thought. As he stood up to throw the cigarette away in the ashtray that was on the coffee table, he noticed something on the floor. A namecard. Must have fallen out of her handbag, and she must have missed it earlier on since it was under the couch. Abigail Liu. Editor. ZYX Holdings. Yixing read. He grinned, as he realised what fate had in store for him, for them. He then pondered about why he had never seen her, but soon found the obvious answer. He was seldom in the office anyway, and when he heads over, it’s often on weekends, or during PHs. Yixing went back to bed, picking up his phone, planning to tell his bro the good news, when he saw something shimmering in his bed. It was her necklace. Yixing Z Guess what! She’s my staff what the fuck! And look what she left behind Baekhyun B What in the world LOL. I can imagine you grinning right now, but I’m so happy for you bro!!! As Abigail quickly made her way out of the building, she took out her phone to find that there’s been a ton of unread messages from her girlfriends, and started replying. Leah C How did it went! Was it as great as it seems? Chloe S I’m sure it went great, she haven’t even replied a single thing! Must have K.O from all that riding HAHAHA Gabrielle T Hey Abi are you ok? Abigail L I’m fine guys, tbh I had one of the most amazing sex ever LOL. But it’s just a one time thing ok!!! I don’t even know his name, and I sneaked out of his apartment Chloe S YOU GO GAL Leah C Why didn’t you exchange numbers if the sex was amazing!! Gabrielle T I agree with Leah on this hahaha, but maybe fate will have something in store for you Abigail L Idk man, I can’t imagine myself getting into a one night stand again. Even tho it was good but I guess I didn’t want to constantly get reminded that I had sex with a stranger? Anyway it’s over!! Abigail typed, and then hit send. True enough, she don’t need to get constant reminders of her making such a decision, and keeping him out of her life was the only way to do so. She then stopped by the pharmacy, getting what she needed before finally heading home. She started to undress herself the moment she reached home, just like him, she also stayed alone in a one room apartment, much smaller, of course, and went into the shower. As drips of warm water started to fall on her skin, she placed her hand on the bathroom wall for support, her legs still weak from earlier on. She didn’t even know how she managed to make it back without having jelly legs. She flinched when her wet hair came in contact with her tattoo over her shoulder. She touches her skin gently as she turned to look at it. There was still some traces of him, and she found herself letting out a small grin. It’ll be a beautiful piece of memory, she thought. She was soon out of the shower, dressed in her short, satin nightdress, planning to take a nap. She was woken up by the doorbell a few hours later, and she got up to get the door. She opened the door, rubbing her eyes, still sleepy, as she took a look at who’s outside. He was dressed in a simple black tee with black slacks, exposing a little of his ankles which were so fair. His arm, filled with tiny wounds. But something was very familiar about him. That belt. She looked up at him, to realise that it was really him. ‘You left this at my place, Ms Abigail Liu,’ he said, as he opened his fist, exposing what was inside. It was her necklace. She had so many questions right now, how did he know her full name? How did he found her place? She was still taken aback, but soon snapped out of her thoughts by his voice. ‘You’re not inviting me in? After returning what’s yours?’ He asked, a small frown hanging on his face. ‘I’’m sorry, please come in,’ Abigail gestured. He stepped in, and she followed suit. As he stopped and turned around to face her, she noticed that he was literally staring at her, top down bottoms up, completely checking her out. He reached for her hand, and then placing the necklace back in her palm, saying, ‘Here you go, Abigail.’ She thanked him, but before she could asked any of those burning questions, he continued, ‘I know you have a lot of questions. But I’ll like to introduce myself first. I’m Zhang yixing. Nice to meet you.’ He extended his hand out for a handshake, and Abigail, still as lost as ever, complied. ‘Now that we’ve officially met each other, I’ll like to take you out on a date, Abigail,’ yixing said. ‘And I won’t take no for an answer,’ he added. Abigail didn’t know how to respond, but this was certainly something that she had never expected from a stranger whom she just slept with. Aren’t one night stands supposed to just end at sex? What’s with this guy asking her out? As much as she was confused, she couldn’t help but to think that it was just a little sweet as well. Yixing continued to look at her, and raised one of his hands to help her tidy up her messy bangs from the nap she took just now. ‘You’re damn cute, you know that?’ He chuckled. His actions startled her slightly, causing her to flinch a little, as he said, ‘Don’t worry, even though we’ve slept together, but I won’t do anything to you without your permission, ok?’ Abigail finally raised her head up to look at yixing properly, her eyes meeting his. ‘Who are you exactly? And how did you find me? Why are you here? You could have just throw the necklace away… And the date?’ Her questions came out in a rush. Yixing laughed, answering, ‘Wow hold up Abi, you’re still an impatient one I see. Firstly, if you must know, I’m technically your boss. If you’ve yet to realise, the initials of my name are ZYX. I’m the the CEO of ZYX Holdings. Your namecard fall out of your bag last night, and I found it. I got the HR to give me your address, telling them that I needed it for personal reasons. I’m here because, I think I like you, Abigail. Of course I won’t throw your belongings away, I know you must have treasured the necklace a lot. And I want to bring you out on a proper date.’ As Abigail processed what yixing just said, she couldn’t help but to ask, ‘How did you know that the necklace was important to me?’ ‘You have it tattooed on your back, silly,’ he replied. Realising that he’s not someone that’s just about sex, and that he actually noticed the little details about her, Abigail smiled, as she gave him a light hug.

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camillemontespan · 5 years ago

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intoxicated thoughts [drake x camille] [2/2]

First part here if you want to catch up

This was meant to be a one shot but @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore said we needed to have a follow up! So here’s the follow up! I might do another one of these, like a trilogy, but I’ve promised myself to stop doing lots of series. But if you guys want another follow up, let me know because I do have ideas.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol abuse

I’ve taken events from TRR1 and changed them, made them better in my opinion (lol I’m kidding).

@moonlightgem7 @jovialyouthmusic @ibldw-main @burnsoslow @sirbeepsalot @dcbbw @saivilo @pug-bitch @loveellamae @walkerswhiskeygirl @gardeningourmet @katedrakeohd @mskaneko @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld @emichelle

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Drake woke up bleary eyed. As his vision adjusted to the light of the room, he swallowed and gagged - his mouth tasted like something had died in there.

Turning his head, he realised he wasn't in his own bedroom. Wherever he was, it was not his private space.

What did I do last night?

The bedroom was clean and tidy. There was a dressing table with a make up stand om the surface and a purple dress hanging up against the wardrobe.

I'm in a woman's room. Oh god. Please don't be Madeleine, please don't be Madeleine..

He jumped when the bathroom door opened and out stepped Camille. She looked at him and gave him a weak smile.

'Hey Drake,' she greeted him. 'How are you feeling?'

Drake stared at her in horror.

I'm in Camille Montespan's bed. I have fucking woken up in her bed and I don't know how I got here.

'Um.. What am I doing here?' he croaked.

Camille sat down on the edge of the bed. 'You came to my door last night, hammered,' she told him. 'You said you had something important to tell me..'

Drake frowned then realisation dawned on him. Camille noted the haunted look on his face and reached out to touch his hand - Drake quickly moved it out of her reach. His mind was racing. He could remember now.

Fuck. I nearly blew it. I was gonna tell her i has feelings for her. Jesus Christ, I'm a fucking idiot. She's in a competition to marry my best friend and here I go, traipsing to her room to declare feelings. Shoot me now. Just fucking shoot me now.

Camille cleared her throat. 'Drake? You okay? Do you remember what you were going to tell me? It sounded serious.'

Drake shook his head fiercely. 'Nope,' he said simply. 'Can't remember Montespan. I was drunk. Probably was going to regale you about a new whiskey I'd found.'

He turned away, too embarrassed to look at her. He didn't notice the disappointed expression that passed over her face.

'Oh,' she muttered. 'Okay. You just seemed quite upset. Like you threw up -'

'I threw up?!' Drake cried. 'Aww man, Camille, I'm so sorry. Jesus. Was it bad? Was it really really bad?'

Camille shrugged. 'Nothing a deep clean couldn't fix.'

Drake turned bright red with mortification. He had thrown up in front of Camille Montespan. He had embarrassed himself.

Would Liam throw up in front of the woman he liked? Probably not since Liam rarely got drunk and was a gentleman. Liam didn't randomly show up in the night and proceed to vomit everywhere. Liam probably never vomited. But Drake Walker did.

What. A. Catch.

So we're leaving for Applewood in an hour..' Camille said delicately.

'FUCK, APPLEWOOD!' Drake shouted, bolting up in the bed. 'Gah, I need to get ready!'

He untangled himself from the bed covers and stood up, promptly slumping back down again. The room was spinning.

'Oh god..' He groaned, placing his head in his hands. 'Fuck my lifeeee....'

Camille handed him a glass of water which he gratefully took. Headache tablets soon followed.

'What happens at Applewood?' Camille asked him.

Drake closed his eyes. 'A lot of bullshit, Montespan. A weekend of never ending bullshit.'

Camille winced. 'Do you want to stay behind?'

Drake shook his head. 'No. I have to be there for you - I mean, Liam. I need to support him.'

Camille nodded. 'Well, you should probably get ready.'

Drake was preparing himself to stand up again when the door knocked. His eyes flew to Camille who held up a hand to reassure him. She padded over to open the door, making sure to shield Drake so the visitor wouldn't see him.

It was Bertrand and Maxwell.

'Little Blossom!' Maxwell trilled, his high voice piercing Drake's ears.

'Hey Max,' Camille said. 'Hi Bertrand.'

'Can we come in or are we not allowed to grace you with our presence?' Bertrand asked dryly.

Maxwell wrinkled his nose. 'I can smell sick..'

Drake wanted to die.

'Yeah I've been unwell,' Camille lied. 'Was sick last night, very disgusting -'

Okay, now Drake wanted to die.

Bertrand was instantly on high alert. 'Camille, you simply cannot be unwell for Applewood! This weekend is of vast importance, it could make or break your place in the competition!'

Camille waved a hand. 'I'm fine now.'

Bertrand instantly calmed down and went back to being collected and serious. 'Can we come in then?'

Camille, realising she had no choice, backed away to let the Beaumonts inside. Drake threw the duvet over him in a bid to hide but it didn't work. Maxwell clocked him.

'Drake?!' he squealed. 'Why are you in Camille's bed?'

Drake turned red. Camille closed her eyes, counting to ten, waiting for Bertrand to blow up.

Bertrand blew up in 3 seconds.

'Camille, what is the meaning of this?!' he thundered. 'Why is Drake Walker in your bed? Were you hiding him?! Why? What have you both done?'

Before Camille could protest, Drake dragged himself out of the bed and stood up, ignoring the spinning room. 'It's fine, Bertrand,' he said. 'Look, I'm fully clothed. I just got drunk last night and Camille looked after me. That's all.'

Bertrand narrowed his eyes and stalked over to Drake, examining him. 'Funny that you couldn't look after yourself in your own room..' He muttered.

He drew back and said grandly, 'Camille doesn't need any more distractions. She needs to focus on winning Liam's heart, do you understand?'

Drake nodded. Camille moved forward and stood beside Drake to defend him.

'Bertrand, he's my friend, not a distraction!' she protested. 'He was really unwell last night. It was my decision to look after him. I can assure you I'm prepared for this weekend -'

'You have another man in your bed!' Bertrand cried.

'Fully clothed!' Camille shot back. 'Nothing happened. And FYI, even if something did, I wouldn't tell you because it wouldn't be your business!'

Bertrand's lip curled. He moved closer to Camille and hissed, 'Miss Montespan. While you are in my care and representing my house, it is my business.'

Drake moved forward and stepped in front of Camille to face Bertrand. 'Don't talk to her that way,' he growled.

He felt Camille place her hand on his in an attempt to ground him.

Bertrand stepped back and gave Drake and Camille a simpering smile. 'Be ready in thirty minutes, Camille!' he told her. Camille nodded and took her dress to the bathroom so she could change.

When the door locked behind her, Bertrand was back in Drake's face.

'Do not ruin her chances,' he whispered, pointing in Drake's face. 'She is the Beaumont's only chance to save our reputation. Abandon any hopes you have that she will return your feelings -'

'I don't have feelings,' Drake lied.

Bertrand bulldozed through, ignoring his protests. 'Abandon the silly notion that she might return your feelings. It won't happen. She is the front runner in this competition. I'm not saying this to bring you down, Drake, I'm telling you this so you can face reality. If all goes well today, she will be the favourite and Liam will choose her in a few months. She will marry him. So stop ending up in her bedroom and stop defending her and stop acting like the lovesick puppy that you actually are. Just put your feelings in a box and accept reality. Can you do that?'

Drake thought of the whiskey bottle he used to ignore his feelings for Camille.

'Trust me, Bertrand,' he said coolly, 'I can do that.'

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Horse riding.

That was the first activity the court had to take part in at Applewood. They were to ride along the cliff side, taking in the views and try to show off their best riding skills.

Drake instantly wished he could jump off the cliff and plunge to his much welcome death.

He shakily clambered onto the horse he was given and held the reins tight. As soon as he settled on the saddle, he knew this was a recipe for disaster. Hangovers and horses shouldn't mix.

His horse was called Rebel and he looked just as reluctant as Drake to begin the festivities. As Drake looked around, he could see Liam at the front astride his white horse, Prince. He was talking to Olivia who had sidled up to ride alongside him.

Camille and Hana were on their horses beside each other. While the other ladies had chosen to wear proper riding uniform, Camille, Drake noticed, had not.

Oh god. They're gonna eat you alive, kid, he thought to himself.

Camille was wearing jeans and a black vest top. To Drake, that was perfectly reasonable riding attire but then again, Drake never wore riding gear. But he knew the other suitors would be looking at Camille and judging her.

Bitches.

Liam signalled for the ride to begin. Drake held on to his horse, praying he wouldn't throw up again. He had a feeling Rebel wouldn't appreciate it.

For ten minutes, Drake concentrated hard on not falling off the horse.

He was actually a good rider which always surprised people. However today, his skills left a lot to be desired.

'Just go slow,' he whispered to Rebel. 'Nice and slow..'

'Hey Drake!'

He jumped at the sound of Camille's voice. He hadn't noticed that she had stopped riding so she could wait for him. Drake was at the very back of the group, depressingly so.

'Montespan,' he greeted her.

Camille began to ride alongside him. 'Meet Coconut,' she said, gesturing to her white horse. 'Isn't she pretty?'

Drake smiled. 'This is Rebel. He's not pretty. He's handsome.'

The horse wickered in response. Camille let out a surprised giggle. 'Drake Walker, are you joking with me?'

Drake rolled his eyes. 'I am capable of joking around, Montespan.'

Camille grinned and they rode together in comfortable silence until Drake broke it. For some reason, he always had to keep talking to her. With anyone else, he was happy not to talk. With Camille, not so much.

‘How come you’re riding with me?’ he asked. ‘You should be up near the front with Liam.’

Camille shrugged. ‘I don’t want to ride near Liam,’ she told him honestly. ‘Besides..’ she gave Drake some serious side eye. ‘Someone’s got to make sure you don’t fall off your horse.’

Drake smirked. ‘How kind of you.’

Camille stuck her tongue out at him before turning to look out over the horizon. Drake watched her for a moment, studying the way the sunlight hit her cheekbones, highlighting her skin. Her eyelashes cast long shadows across her face and the corner of her mouth was always upturned, as if she was always smiling. It was one detail Drake had noticed about her. He loved it.

Camille caught him looking. Taken aback, Drake looked away hastily but in his flustering, he lost his grip and slipped to the side of his horse.

‘Jesus, Drake!’ Camille shouted, catching him by the arm and hauling him back up. Drake turned bright red. Tomato red.

‘Oops.’

Camille stared at him, aghast. ‘You realise I was joking about you falling off the horse, right? That wasn’t permission to start throwing yourself off it!’

‘You caught me by surprise!’ Drake protested.

‘How?!’

‘I was looking at you and then you looked at me and it surprised me!’ Drake burst out, instantly regretting his admission. Camille pulled on Coconut’s reins to stop the horse from moving forward.

There was a very awkward silence.

‘You were looking at me?’ she asked.

Drake looked down at his hands, then away to the view of the ocean below the cliff. He didn’t answer.

Camille bit her lip and moved Coconut so she could move closer to Drake.

‘Drake, why did you come to my room last night?’ she whispered. ‘You’re keeping something from me. Just be honest.’

‘I told you, I don’t know why I came to your room,’ Drake replied, his tone blunter than he intended.

‘I think you’re lying,’ Camille said.

‘Camille, why do you even care?’ Drake asked, losing patience. He didn’t like the third degree. He didn’t want to say something he shouldn’t. He didn’t want to be honest. It wasn’t the time to be honest. For one thing, he wasn’t drunk. Drunk Drake was more confident when it came to honesty. Sober Drake was considering suicide by cliffdiving.

‘I care because you clearly got wasted last night and you turned up at my door and said we needed to talk!’ Camille burst out, exasperation filling her voice. ‘You looked really upset! I thought we were friends? I thought we could talk about things, you know? We talk when we go to dive bars and shit, so what’s the difference now? What’s bothering you so much? What is causing you to drink until 3am on a Wednesday night?’

Drake’s jaw set.

You. You are the reason why I drink till 3am on a Wednesday night.

But he didn’t say that. Instead, he jutted his chin out in the direction of the group who were now miles away from them. ‘You better catch up with the group or Bertrand will give you grief,’ he told her, his voice cold. ‘God forbid his reputation goes down the drain because you couldn’t perform well at a riding event.’

Camille narrowed her eyes. Drake was surprised when she leaned close, her nose practically touching his. ‘I knew Bertrand upset you,’ she hissed. ‘But just know that those are his thoughts, not mine.’

Drake blanched at her sudden fierceness. Camille drew back and kicked Coconut gently in the sides, telling the horse to go. Drake watched her ride off to join the rest of the group, leaving him feeling sick in his stomach and this time, not from alcohol.

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Best way to cure a hangover is hair of the dog.

Double measure of whiskey. Yes, delicious.

I couldn’t sleep again tonight. Why? Funnily enough, because of you. For once, it wasn’t because I dreamt of you, oh no. I haven’t even been to sleep, Camille. I’ve laid awake for four hours, staring at the ceiling, thinking about our last exchange, wishing I had just thrown myself off the fucking cliff before I even got on that damn horse.

I’ve never seen you angry before. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just got scared. I felt cornered and I didn’t want to be honest with you because it wasn’t the right time.

It’s never the right time. For one thing, you’re in a competition to marry my best friend and you’ll probably marry him which means it will never be the right time to tell you how I feel.

You make me smile. Like, I feel happy when I hang out with you. I felt happy riding our horses together today until I ruined it. I could’ve done without the hangover but in a way, your presence made it easier for me.

You watch out for me. You have my back. When I was at the back of the riding group, clearly suffering, you waited for me and kept me company. Was it pity? Or are you just a good person? The world could do with more good people so I sincerely hope it’s the latter. Also I’d hate for you to pity me.

See, I act like I don’t give a fuck about what people think of me but I do. I suppose when I was younger, I didn’t care, but as soon as my dad died, sister left, mom left.. Well, I started to think it was me. Like it was my fault. That nobody wanted to be near me. Then the other courtiers act like I’m the shit on their shoe and I started to believe it.

Pathetic, huh?

Another drink…

So, when I start hanging out with you, I want you to like me. But in the back of my mind, I keep thinking you’ll leave. Or you’ll choose to be with Liam. Why would you reject a prince for a pauper? Exactly. You wouldn’t. Nobody would.

Camille, I expect you to leave me at some point because that’s what everyone else does.

Why set myself up for disappointment?

Another drink.. Damn, I’m running out of this bottle..

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Continuing with my self loathing… I have walls. I know I do. I hate myself for it. But walls protect you, that’s the point. In this court, it’s every man for himself and I’ve learned the hard way not to trust anyone.

I can look after myself.

But sometimes, it’s nice to think I don’t have to just be alone. I like to think we’re friends. I like to think we could be more than that. In my dreams of you, you sometimes leave the suitor competition. Other times, you marry me. It’s ridiculous, I know.

I’m only human, Camille.

We all just want to be a little less lonely.

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Whiskey is the best motherfuckin’ drink on the planet.

Dad used to drink it all the time. Can totally see why.

But I’ve run out of this bottle now so I’mma look around for another. I’ve got one somewhere, sure of it.

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Jesus, this bottle is fucking dusty.

Double measure please. Block out all thoughts of Camille. No, Walker, don’t even think of her name no matter how damn pretty it is, DON’T THINK IT.

Camille, you so pretty. I love your eyes. They’re brown with gold flecks, like an owl. Have you noticed that? I think they’re astonishing. I KNOW. Isn’t that the best word to describe your eyes? Astonishing!

I’d love to look into your eyes and tell you that but that would be weird and creepy so I’ll just settle for thinking about them.

I miss you.

I’m sorry we argued. I’m an asshole. I’m the shit on your shoe. I don’t deserve your friendship. Fuck, I actually don’t want us to be friends, I want us to be more than that! I want to be able to call you my girlfriend and go on proper dates with you and kiss you and tell you everyday how beautiful I think you are, inside and out, and how I love your laugh and I love your smile and I love the smell of your hair and I love how kind you are and funny and cute..

I miss you.

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Camille earmarked her book and set it down so she could open the door. Glancing at the clock, she could see it was midnight. See if it was Bertrand coming to shout at her for looking after Drake, he had another thing coming.

It was Drake.

Clearly, he hadn’t learned his lesson from the night before. His eyes were bloodshot and red rimmed. He looked drunk. He smelled of whiskey.

‘Drake, come on..’ Camille chastised him. ‘Again?’

Drake’s shoulders slumped and he turned to go. Feeling guilty, Camille reached out to take his arm and guided him into the bedroom. She gently sat him down on the edge of the bed and kneeled down so she could look him in the eyes properly.

‘Drake,’ she whispered. ‘Talk to me. What’s bothering you?’

Drake’s eyes welled up with tears. Shocked at this uncharacteristic reaction, Camille reached out to pull him into her and wrapped her arms around his neck. ‘Shhh..’ she soothed him.

‘I’m sorry,’ he mumbled against the crook of her neck. ‘I’m sorry. I was an asshole earlier.’

Camille shook her head. ‘No, I was.’

She wiped his wet cheeks and looked him in the eyes again. He smiled sadly. ‘Your.. your eyes look like an owl’s,’ he whispered. ‘They’re astonishing.’

Camille blinked but her surprise soon faded and she smiled softly. ‘Your eyes are astonishing too, Drake. You know in some lights, they turn a different colour?’

Drake chuckled. ‘I.. I didn’t know that.’

Camille grinned. ‘Well, now you do.’

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They spent the next hour curled up under the duvet. Drake, still half-drunk, let his arm fall around her shoulders as she sat propped up against him, reading her book. Sometimes, she would laugh and Drake would ask what was funny so she would read out a sentence or two.

They didn’t comment on how intimate this was.

Tomorrow, they would continue as normal, playing their parts at Applewood. Camille would pretend to be a suitor wanting to marry Liam. Drake would pretend to be the best friend doing Liam a favour by hanging out with her. They each had a script to follow. They could slip into these roles like putting on a coat. They could just as easily take the coat off.

As Camille read aloud and Drake listened, he realised in his drunken haze that this was like one of his dreams. Except, this time, it was reality.

#drake walker x mc #trr fanfic #drake walker #play choices

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dreamcity-rawr · 6 years ago

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deskmate!nctdream

in which you share the same desk with nct dream

Mark Lee:

you first thought he’d the serious and strict type of person. because people listen well to him and he’s very strict with himself. however, you find out he’s the dorkiest and possibly most fun person to be seated with. he’s awkward with you the first days yall sit together and later on yall are more comfortable with each other and he becomes such a dork, telling all these bad bad jokes that still manage to crack you up every time. his laugh is so contagious, whenever he laughs you end up laughing as well, usually resulting in you both being told off by the teacher. “Do you know why ants ever get sick? Because they have antybodies, hahah-” “lol, that was a good one Mark, but we’re literally five minutes from handing in our project and we haven’t finished even half of it”

Huang Renjun:

a damn nerd, but a cool and quiet one. He’d always be so indulged in the lecture no matter what subject you were studying. Takes super neat notes, high-lights his textbook, organizes everything and is overall very proper. Finishes his tests so damn fast but don’t even dream about cheating off of him. because he will NOT let you copy even a sentence. it’s because he wants you to feel the need to study harder on your own, which you don’t usually do. he doesn’t help you during exams but he definitely helps you with revising and reviewing for these tests. “come one, just tell me the answers for the last three questions!!!” “fine, A D B….figure which answer belongs to which question yourself….”

Lee Jeno:

you two take turns sleeping in class. he gets really tired most mornings, so you cover for him in morning classes while he covers for you in your afternoon classes. yall can hardly ever depend on each other with school work or exams because you’re both as clueless as the other, but somehow you both manage to swing through with each other’s help during exams, you do the parts each of you know and then switch the papers, you do the work he’s slept through for him while he does the ones you’ve slept through for you. “Psst, Jeno… wake up, Jeno, the teacher’s coming! Jeno, I swear to god- Teacher! Um... I have a question about that equation!!!” “what are you so loud fo- oh crap, thanks, that was close”

Lee Donghyuck:

can never stop babbling. he talks before class, during class and after class. it gets to your nerves most of the time because you can’t concentrate on the lesson, which is hella annoying. but most of the time, you actually chat back with him, trying your best not to get caught. Sometimes, when it’s obvious the teacher is watching you but he still keeps on talking, you just lowkey listen but keep your eyes on the teacher. the teacher ends up punishing you both anyway. “I wasn’t even talking back to you, how the hell am I punished with you?” “you were listening, so basically, it’s right we’re both in detention y/n…”

Na Jaemin:

your table is always surrounded with people because jaemin attracts that much attention. girls are constantly there, flirting with him who obliviously flirts back, sometimes they legit sit their asses on your side of the table, sometimes even on your books and papers. and you’re not the type to stay quiet about it. you tell the girls to get off your table, which offends them and they end up making a remark about you. THAT is when jaemin’s flirty demeanor disappears. he glares at them the minute they insult you in any way and he himself tells the girls to get lost and not come talk to him. then, as if he wasn’t just threatening people with his glare, he turns to you with a wide smile, apologizing to you. “Wow, you have guys coming over to talk to you today~” “Yeah, and guess what, they don’t freaking squish my books with their asses, jaemin”

Zhong Chenle:

yall didn’t get along at first because he wanted to sit with someone else. he literally drew a line in the middle of the table and told you not to cross it, pinching you every time you did. but later on, you open up to each other and start to share a LOT of things. you share food during breaks, sometimes sneaking snacks under the table in the middle of class and giggle about it. you share answers during tests and exams, sometimes yall end up arguing on an answer and end up getting caught by the teacher, but still yall just laugh about it. you share secrets and gossip as well. yall talk about latest tea while looking around the classroom, failing in not making it obvious that yall were spilling tea. “Do you ever think Yuta’s trying to get Sicheng out of the dungeon but-” “Bruh, we’re literally 3 minutes into the final exam and you want to talk about this?”

Park Jisung:

legit brings a blanket to class during winter and wraps it around himself, sometimes slinging it around your shoulders as well. also brings his video games or card collections with him so yall can share and play during class when it’s too boring. and somehow, it’s always you that gets caught by the teacher and he’s just there, smiling his innocent smile while you’re demanded out of the classroom. he’s not a teacher’s pet but teachers absolutely adore him. and to be honest, you totally understand that, because he’s absolutely likable with all of his playfulness. “I brought my pokemon card collection-” “ohmigosh no freaking way, show meeee, flex those cards right NOW!!!”

author’s note the amount of requests coming in are really overwhelming me in a good way!!! it makes me sooooo happy that so many of you are interested in what I write and want more of it. I’m trying my best to finish the requests whenever I can!!! ♥️ I love you ♥️

#nct #nct dream #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct reactions #nct au #mark lee #huang renjun #renjun #lee jeno #jeno #na jaemin #jaemin #zhong chenle #chenle #park jisung #jisung #kpop scenarios

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bleufrost · 5 years ago

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Frozen Embers || Chapter One

Loki x reader

Series Preview/General Story Guide

Warnings: a swear or two maybe? Nothing extreme quite yet (:

Series summary: Growing up under the guidance of S.H.I.E.L.D, you were trained from the moment you could walk to be a good agent. You were everything you needed to be, but the emotions and empathy that ran through your blood tainted all of your hard work. One day, you are given the chance to prove yourself by being assigned to the cell of Loki, the god of mischief. Quickly, icy walls begin to melt as you both realize that your time together is bringing forth a mix of flame and frost that can only end in chaos.

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A/N: ahh this is my first ever series! i read it over like thirty times but im sure theres still mistakes lol. I really hope you guys like it though!! feedback of any kind is always suuuper appreciated and although I cant always respond to comments on this side blog, please know that they make my entire day <3 love yall !

You had felt from the beginning that this was a terrible idea. Fury had called you into his office that morning, his normal dead serious look upon his face. You were used to it, but for whatever reason today it set you on edge. He had briefed you on your mission, it wasn’t the first little assignment he had given you but this one had left an uneasy feeling in your stomach. Not much did that, but what he had asked of you very seriously went against everything you believed in. Fury told you that you were to get as close to Loki, the god of mischief, as possible. Not only were you to gain his trust, but you were to also completely shatter that trust by informing S.H.I.E.L.D of everything he told you.

Loki was a threat, they said. He was dangerous, they said. Yet, you still couldn't stop the growing fear and suspicion that you were doing the wrong thing from settling within your stomach.

Regardless of how you felt emotionally, it was still your mission and you were expected to complete it. As an agent, there was no room for sentimental matters to intermingle with work, and you often forgot that. You didn’t want to be stuck with inside jobs for the rest of your life though, so you made the decision long ago that what Fury said you would do. At the end of the day, you knew and trusted him far more than this god who had tried to overtake the world, not to mention had also stolen the free will of your friend and mentor, Clint. He had caused irreversible damage to the lives of countless innocent people so you knew you had to put your morals aside for a second considering he had done so for a while; he may not deserve to be used, but neither did your friends. With that in mind, you made your way over to the holding cell.

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Sliding your key card into the heavy metal opening was something you had never done before. In the grand scheme of things, you were still a fairly new agent and so the opportunity to come down to specialized cells was not one that you had been offered; until now. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest and you tried hopelessly to calm it. Whether or not Loki could hear the nervous thumping or not didn’t matter; you had a feeling that he could sense it.

Quickly brushing the invisible lint off your clothing and straightening up the black top and jeans you wore as your uniform, you took one last calming breath before stepping inside. The cool metal offered no sense of warmth or comfort as your heels clicked against the floor. Sound echoed for what appeared to be miles in here, and you swallowed thickly as you realized that you were trying to be quiet; you were trying to hide from the person that you needed to be seen by and that had to stop.

The next step came far more confidently, and you lifted your head a bit higher and stood a bit straighter. He would be within a specially engineered cell designed specifically to keep him inside. He more than likely had not been offered conversation since he was thrown in here. He was alone, and a god with his need to be praised would not do well when met with complete silence at every turn and passing moment. You had the upper hand here, so you had to use it.

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Loki sat with his back against the soft pillowed sofa he had conjured up within the cell. He tossed a little statue up and down as he contemplated for the hundredth time that day what he would do when he inevitably escaped this prison. It was stupid of these midgardians to think that they could hold him for long; an ignorance they would soon come to regret. As it stands though, he remained here nearly going mad with boredom. He would never admit it, but the lack of company was beginning to weigh on him in a manner that was testing his sanity.

That’s when he heard it. Soft footsteps that turned a bit louder after a moment or so. The sound bounced off the walls and met his ears in a way that sparked his curiosity immediately, and Loki couldn’t help but wonder if those steps would lead the person right to his cell. As they drew nearer, his excitement grew. He wanted to get up and see for himself who or what was walking through these typically barren halls, but if they were to come to him he would not want to grant them the satisfaction of seeing him eager or even so much as intrigued by their presence. He remained there with his back against the sofa and resumed his mindless tossing of the small figurine.

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Stopping in front of the glowing cell was nerve wracking, but seeing the god for the first time in person was absolutely terrifying. Loki was laying upon an ornate bed-like couch, surrounded by beautiful furniture and books that had surely not been gifted to him by S.H.I.E.L.D. He had something in his hands, and your eyes watched a moment as the object was flipped up into the air before settling back down into the skin of his palm. It was oddly mesmerizing.

You couldn’t have been staring for more than a few seconds, but that was long enough to annoy him. The statue was thrown up into the air, and on its way down it made a sharp turn and came smashing into the glass at exact level with your eyes. You let out a small yelp, and finally his eyes slid over to meet you as he chuckled lowly.

“Well aren’t you a jumpy little pet.” Loki sat up slowly, turning to face you with no real hurry or actual interest apparent in his movement. He was dressed beautifully in different shades of black, grey, and a gorgeous green. Even though he had been trapped in here for weeks now, his hair was still combed perfectly and his eyes held a certain glint to them that made you question whether solitary confinement had been affecting him at all; surely it had to be, right?

Clearing your throat, you step forward slightly to hopefully show him you aren’t afraid of him or his abilities; even though that may not be the whole truth. “My name is Agent (y/l/n). I’m here to talk to you.” You look to him expectantly and it takes him a moment to react. He seems confused for only a split second before he scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Well, if that’s all it appears you’ve already done it. You can leave now.” Loki makes a move to lie back down before you speak up.

“Wait! I mean I actually want to have a conversation with you. You know, get to know you.” There was no keeping the nervous look off of your face as you spoke. It wasn't a lie, you really did want to get to know the god and understand why he did the things he did. No one hurts people like that without reason; without having been hurt themselves.

Slowly, he turns back to you. His face is unreadable as he walks over to stand in front of you and stares deep into your eyes from behind the glass. The urge to break eye contact with Loki is intense, but you know that giving in is exactly what he wants you to do. He’s trying to figure out if you’re worthy of his time and you need to prove that you are. After a lifetime of feeling him stare into the darkest crevices of your soul, he speaks.

“Why?” You don’t hesitate for even a fraction of a second before responding. “I want to understand. You did things that I could never have even imagined doing, and I think it’s important to know why.”

His jaw became tense, features tightening as his eyebrows pulled together. “You, my pet, must have a very WEAK imagination.” His voice was harsh as he spit the words out at you. Turning away to pace, he once again shook his head while letting a low and humorless chuckle escape his lips. “No, you could never understand. How could a god ever even begin to explain the complexities of their actions to the measly mind of a midgardian child?”

The comment bothered you only slightly, but you knew that you were losing him quickly. Loki apparently didn’t trust kindness; you suppose that’s something you both kind of have in common. You were basically raised by Fury and Clint, and although you had kept up a sense of outward positivity, there was a deep underlying feeling that you really could not trust anyone but those two men. Kindness always came at a cost and you knew that you wouldn’t trust yourself either if you were in Loki’s position, so you decide to take another approach.

“Look, they never let me out of this tower either so I’m just as bored, if not more so, than you are. The way I see it, you can honor me with your company every once in a while and keep a child entertained, or you can tell me to leave again. I’d hate to be a bother, so if it’s that draining on you I will gladly find someone else to talk to. You were my first choice, not my last resort.” Letting out a little breath, you wait for his response eagerly. It took a few minutes and you were nearly ready to leave, but Loki finally spoke up.

“Are you doing this for them?” The fact that he refused to look at you while speaking did not go unnoticed by you. “S.H.I.E.L.D would never trust me to do something like that. Like I said, they don’t even trust me enough to let me go out into the field.” It wasn’t a lie in entirety. The agency found you to be too sympathetic for field missions and refused to test your loyalty to orders. Fury was the one who trusted you and, seeing as he himself wasn’t S.H.I.E.L.D, you were telling the truth.

Loki put his hand up to his face, giving a pondering look through his gesture. Suddenly he turned to look at you with a dazzling smile gracing his features. You saw something shimmering in his eyes, but you couldn’t quite tell whether it was friendly or not. “It seems pet, that we have something very interesting in common then.” The look he gave you set you on edge, yet you wouldn’t dare look away in fear that it would disappear. He scared you, but you never felt a desire stronger than the one you currently felt to be afraid.

“It seems we do.” The small lift at the corner of your lips was instinctual. You didn’t even notice that you were doing it, but Loki most certainly did. Making his way back to stand before you, his eyes meet your form and take you in for the first time. Loki was a fair amount taller than you, so you found yourself looking up to meet his gaze as his own skims over you from head to toe. The height difference was something that he would surely be taking advantage of to make you feel even more like the child he thought you to be.

“Pray tell pet, what is your name?” He finished looking you over and now received your stare fervently. He enjoyed being looked at; he found thrill in being a spectacle and you could feel it. If he wanted to be seen, you would make damn sure that you saw him.

“My name is (y/n). And, for the record, I’m far from being a child.” His smile grew even wider at that, and his hand came up to gently run his fingers down the glass that separates you. For some reason, you almost felt as though you wished it weren’t there.

“I can guarantee that no matter how old you may be (y/n), it pales in comparison to the length of the lives I have lived. You couldn’t fathom the things I have seen, and most certainly not the things I have done ” The words were almost solemn, in a way perhaps reflective. There was no way for you to even begin to comprehend the existence he had experienced firsthand, but your fascination and hunger to try burned through your body like the flames of a wildfire. He drew you in like a moth to candlelight, and you let him. “Tell me about them.”

Your comm went off at that moment, Fury’s voice filling the empty halls with a loud crackling. “Agent (y/l/n), I need you on the training deck right fucking now.” The loud noise startled you out of the trance like state you had been in, and you fumble around to quickly answer. “Be right there, sir.” As you let go of the button that allowed Fury to hear your voice, you look back to Loki. He was already laying back on his bed, lazily flipping through a book as though you were not even there. You hadn’t even seen him move. Unsure of whether or not to he wished to speak any further for now, you nod your head slowly and look away. “I’ll be back tomorrow, if you’d like.��

Just as at the start of your conversation, he did not respond immediately. You were cursing Fury in your head for breaking the connection you felt you had been growing with the god, but just as you began to leave he called after you.

“I would yearn for nothing more, pet.”

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having-a-freddie-time · 6 years ago

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summary: Y/N is trying her hardest to get out of an abusive relationship without telling anyone. However, she can’t always hide the bruises, especially from her best friend since childhood, Ben Hardy. Once he finds out, he tries his best to help her out without her getting hurt.

warnings: doctor talk, fluff, tiny bit of angst, very sad family reunion, tears lol, some cussing. angst at the end tho lol

a/n: this part will be both fluffy and sad! also, it makes me so happy that so many people are wanting to be tagged in this!! please feel free to shoot me an ask, message or comment if you want to be tagged!! enjoy <3

word count: 2.8k

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"Mummy...?"

You couldn't believe what you were seeing right in front of you. Your mom, dad and twin brother were standing right before your eyes. Tears poured down your cheeks, your vision blurry from the salty liquid. You stood up from the wheelchair and ran into the arms of your family. You all held onto to each other, you ignored the soreness coursing throughout your body as you felt tight arms wrapped around you. You bawled into your dad's shoulders as your brother rubbed your back and your mom ran her fingers through your hair. Ben watched, his heart growing warm as he witnessed you in your happiest state. You dreamt of seeing your family again, although it was under better circumstances, but that didnt matter. They were finally there, holding you and making you feel safe.

After five minutes of crying and grabbing at eachother, the four you finally pulled away from one another. With tear stained cheeks, red and puffy eyes, you smiled brightly and help your hand to your heart. You figured Ben set this all up and made a mental note to make it up to him. Your brother, James, came up to you and placed his hands on your cheeks, wiping the tears from your eyes. You smiled and put your hands on top of his, looking him in the eyes. He had changed quite a bit from the last time you saw him. He had scruff growing all along his face, making him no longer look like a baby. You used to make fun of him for being a late bloomer, calling him "baby face" and pinching his cheeks. Now your baby brother, who was born a minute after you, was a big man. Although just 60 seconds apart, you always made him know that you were older.

"Look at how grown up my baby brother is!"

"You're only sixty seconds older than, you're not that cool." He chuckled and rolled his eyes playfully. He planted a small peck on the top of your head, taking advantage of his towering height over you. You smiled and leaned into him, scratching his back as he planted his chin on the top of your head. You both stayed in the position for awhile. Soon enough, tears formed in your eyes as guilt washed over you. You had always longed for warm and sweet hugs from your brother. His hugs had always made you instantly feel better if you were having a shitty day. He had always been taller than you, which made his hugs better. The sight made your mother cry as well, finally seeing her babies together again. She always took pictures of the hugs you and James shared. Her excuse as to why was to make y'all remind each other that you actually loved one another when you two got into typical brother/sister arguements. Everyone knew deep down that she took them for herself.

"I have missed you three way more than words could ever describe. I hate myself for never contacting you guys. I was just so-"

"Afraid? It's okay, Lily, Benny told us what we needed to know. He didn't go into too deep of detail in case you wanted to say more." Your father proclaimed, bringing you into his embrace. You wept as he held you, feeling a mix of a million emotions. You gripped your father's back tightly, as if you were going to lose him again. You cried as you heard him say your nickname he had given you at the age of three. You took in his fatherly scent, a mix of after shave and lavender. For some odd reason, your father always smelt like lavender, you never questioned it because you didn't mind it at all. It was a comforting scent you've grown to love.

The two you pulled away, looking into each others eyes. You and your dad had the exact same eye color. A mix of light blue and emerald green, almost identical. Everyone always complimented your eyes, you always bragged about how you had the exact same eye color as your dad's. James even had the same eye color, which left your mum's chocolate brown eyes out of the picture. However, your brother and you always looked more like your mum than your pops.

Your father planted a kiss on your forehead and gave you a nice big squeeze before pulling away and turning towards Ben. He clapped a hand on his shoulder and drew him in for a hug. He had always been the hugging type of man, if he shook your hand, he probably didn't like you. So coincidentally, he shook Trevor's hand when they first met, which should have been your first warning sign.

"Thank you for taking care of her, Benny." He whispered to him, just so he could hear. Ben nodded, turning his head towards you. His heart melted as he watched you and your mum holding onto each other like a mom koala and its baby. If it was possible, his pupils would have been in the shape of a heart. To nobody's knowledge, Ben had been feeling something different for you lately. Something he'd never imagined feeling about you. It made his heart flutter at the sight of you, his knees buckle when you laughed or smiled, his cheeks flush when you touched him, and his heart grow more each time you spent time together. He couldn't even begin to express his feelings for you because he didn't exactly know what it was. He had spent countless hours trying to draw up some type of conclusion. He failed nevertheless. When you had first told him about Trevor and his abusive ways, he wanted to break down right then and there. His heart broke into a million different pieces, but he had to tape it up to stay strong for you. He would go home and cry into his pillow, guilt coursing through his veins as he couldnt get the images of someone hurting you mercilessly out of his head. He shuddered at the thought and snapped out of his daze when he felt James wrap an arm around his shoulders. Ben smiled and brought James into a tight embrace. James was like the brother Ben never had. When the three of you were in high school and you were beginning the stages of womanhood, he spent a lot more time James as you spent more time with girlfriends.

A week later...

Your eyes flitted open, adjusting to the bright sunlight peaking through the curtains. You looked around, smiling at the fact that you had finally been discharged. You were discharged the following Friday when your family visited. Sadly, your parents lived five and half hours away and your brother lived even farther than them. They stayed until Friday morning, helping you get ready to leave. You spent that entire week, catching up with them and making plans for when you start feeling better. In this midst of that, Ben was off with Gwilym, making some plans of his own that you had zero knowledge of. He came back that Friday to take you back home to his flat. While you were in the hospital, James, Gwil and Ben had been moving your stuff out of your flat after it had been released by the police. You admitted to Ben that you were too afraid to live there anymore. Thus creating the idea of you moving into Ben's flat. He had two more spare bedrooms that you live in. You basically lived with him anyways so there wouldn't be that much of a difference. So you agreed, after arguing with Ben about you paying rent and him insisting that he doesnt give a damn. The two of you finally came to the compromise you paying fifty fifty of the rent with him each month.

Taking a deep breath, you swung your legs over the bed, throwing your comforter off of your body. Disconnecting your phone from the charger and slipping on some house shoes, you made your way downstairs to see Ben in the kitchen cooking the two of you some delicious breakfast. Which contained waffles, bacon, scrambled eggs, english muffins with strawberry cream cheese (your favorite), and tea. You shot him a warm smile as you walked towards the kitchen island and jumping up to plop a seat on it.

"What are we gonna do today?" You asked, reaching your hand towards the english muffins, only for Ben to smack it and tsk you. You creased your eyebrows and pulled away, playfully pouting. Ever since you got out of the hospital, living with Ben had been such a breeze. You were still on medical leave from work and Ben didn't have many big things in his acting world at the moment so you both spent quite some time together. He helped you sell your old flat and put all of Trevor's shit into a storage unit. You hadn't seen Trevor since you saw him being arrested after the attack. It was quite the heavenly sight to see, though the events that led up to it were horrific. You still had nightmares from the attack, causing you to wake up at ungodly hours in a sweat and tears. Ben wasn't aware of these nightmares because he slept like a rock. The only way you could calm yourself was to walk around the house, to become aware of your surroundings, to know that you were now safe. Often, you'd find yourself sitting outside of Ben's door, tempted to knock and crawl into his arms. Just knowing he was in the room comforted you. Luckily, he let you have the room that was closest to his, making it accessible for the two of you reach each other quickly.

"Maybe shopping? Need to get some more groceries then maybe we could go to the mall?" He asked, looking at you while carefully making you and himself a plate. Usually you'd argue about going shopping but since selling your house, you had some money in the bank. Along with the house, you also had money from your last check from work and your paid medical leave. When your boss had found out about your situation, he insisted on making it a paid medical leave as he wanted you not to worry about anything. You shrugged your shoulders in agreement. You had lowkey been wanting to do some retail therapy here lately. Usually, you'd be at the bottom of a vodka bottle, but it made you shiver at the thought of who you used to be.

"I wouldn't mind that, been wanting to go shopping lately. Retail therapy is the best way to go." You joked as you stabbed your fork into your waffle and bringing it to your mouth. Ben watched you, a smile rose on his lips as he did so. Each day he felt like he was falling harder and harder for you. He wanted so badly to ask you out but considering your trust for men has decreased dramatically, he decided against it and was willing to wait for you. He could never imagine pushing you and making you uncomfortable. It was the last thing he had ever wanted. All he wanted was to make you happy, together or not. Seeing your smile after going through a hurricane, made his heart sing.

"After this, don't forget to take your meds." Ben reminded as he started cleaning up all the dirty dishes he used to cook with. You nodded as you took a sip of your tea, not breaking eye contact with your phone. You had gotten a couple of sweet direct messages, emails and comments from Ben's fans every now and then when he post about you. His recent post was a picture of you in the wheelchair as you were leaving the hospital. You had a thumbs up and a soft smile. The caption always made you smile when you would read it.

'Strongest gal I have ever known. You're the bestest. @yourusername.'

You turned your phone off and put it face down, finishing up your breakfast and tea. You stood up, grabbing your cup and plate and placing them in the sink before heading to the upstairs bathroom. You let Ben know you were going to shower before you two would leave. He nodded and headed up to his room to get ready. When you made it to your closet, you tapped your index finger against your chin trying to decide what to wear for the day. You opted on an old vintage Queen shirt paired with some rocky denim shorts and cute wicker platform sandals. You set your outfit aside on your bed and undressed, getting ready to shower. Turning on some music, you turned the shower nob, making the shower piping hot just the way you like it. You hopped in, dancing and singing to the music that blared throughout the bathroom. You used a shampoo bottle as a microphone as you blared lyrics at the top of your lungs.

"Thank you for coming tonight. See you next time!" You announced to yourself in the mirror, trying to mimic crowd noise as you began to get ready. You dried your hair off with a blow dryer. You french braided it on both sides of your head, joining the two braids into a low messy bun. You pulled some baby hairs from your head, styling up the look a little better. After fondling with your hair, you began with your makeup. You swiped some concealer all over your face, blending it out with your sponge egg. You set the concealer with some powder and popped some nice and shiny highlighter on your cheekbones and inner corner of your eyes. You popped on some mascara, making your lashes POP and eye color beam. Finally done after applying a layer of chapstick, you slipped into your outfit. You wore a cute pastel yellow lacy bralette that went perfectly with your sandals and tshirt. Taking one last look in the full length body mirror, you nodded in content with the way you looked and finally made your way downstairs, after grabbing your wallet and phone.

Your sandals clicked against the tile as you skipped down the stairs. Ben was already done and ready to go when he saw you come down the steps. His heart lurched out of his chest at the sight of you, he couldn't help but smile at you.

"Ready to go?"

You nodded and slipped past him, beating him to his car. You waited for him to unlock it and slid into the passenger seat. You felt like today was going to be a great day. Nothing could stop the happiness you felt when hanging out with Ben.

The whole day consisted of laughter, shopping at the most random places, and loads of ice cream and random food trucks. This had been best day you've had in such a long time, all thanks to Ben. You were both strolling along inside the mall, when you spotted a Build-a-bear. You instantly started dragging Ben into the little store. When you were younger, your parents both bought you teddy bears. Ben, being the masculine boy he was, acted like it was too girly for him. Although when alone, he'd cuddle the bear close to chest and would yell at his mum if she tried to get rid of it.

"I have to get one!" You exclaimed as you went to choose your bear. Ben watched you adoringly with a loving smile on his lips. The way you stuck your tongue out of your mouth when you were trying to decide which bear you wanted made his knees want to pull below him. You ended up choosing a simple golden colored bear with green eyes. You stuffed it just enough for it to form but soft and cuddly. Finally, you got the choice of whether or not you wanted it scented. You chose not to because without anyone's knowledge, you planned on going home and spritzing it with Ben's cologne. When you were satisfied with how your bear turned out, you paid and the two of you finally ventured home.

"Today was so much fun Ben, thank you." You smiled and wrapped your arms around his waist, bringing him into a hug making him drop all the bags on the floor. He smiled and hugged you back just as warm and tight as you did. You pulled away far enough to look into his eyes. God his eyes always drew you in. You could stare at them all day long. Ben felt the same, you both were blessed with the most majestically colored orbs anyone could have. You smiled at him and brought your hands to his cheeks, softly pinching them.

"You're the best benny." You whispered as you laid your head on his shoulder. He planted his hand on the back of your head, lightly tangling his fingers in your hair.

"Come on, let's put this stuff up and go to bed."

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krreader · 6 years ago

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like a butterfly | chapter 12

pairing: min yoongi x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; single dad!yoongi ; language genre: fluff ; angst ; smut previous: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10 ; 11

summary: you never planned on becoming the babysitter of min yoongi’s daughter, one of the richest and most famous producers of south korea. you also didn’t plan on becoming so attached to the little girl, as well as her father. (Or: hot, successful and single dad hires broke babysitter.)

a/n: so proud of myself for updating so quickly lol. I really hope you all are enjoying this chapter. a lot of questions will be answered by a familiar face (:

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You didn't know what time it was when you woke up, nor who the person was that called you when you reached for your phone and accepted the call without actually looking at the screen, before pressing it against your ear.

“Hello,” you said in a husky voice.

“You didn't come home last night. Where are you? I'll come pick you up,” you could hear him rustling his car keys in the background.

“What.. aren't you busy having sex with your ex-fiance right now?” you were honestly surprised he called you. After you hadn’t heard anything last night, you thought he was banging her. Or, you know, maybe that was the alcohol telling you he was doing all these things.

He let out a long sigh, brushing his hand over his face, “Can I see you, please? I don't want to do this over the phone.”

“Not in the mood, buddy. Hope Mei kicks your ass when she comes home,” and with that, you ended the call and threw the phone onto the other end of the couch, stretching out your limbs.

You could feel a slight hangover, after having had one or ten too many drinks last night when you saw Yoongi with Minseo. Jimin and Hoseok had been kind enough to keep you company and so you all ended up drinking until Hoseok was the first to pass out, you soon after him.

Both of them still seemed to be sleeping and you were craving coffee from this one place that you knew was close to Jimin's apartment. One of the reasons you used to love to hang out here, you could always grab your breakfast and coffee there and enjoy a couple of quiet moments, before heading to Uni. Jimin, the amazing best friend that he was, had been prepared and had put you out some of your old clothes that you had left in his apartment last night, so you quickly changed into those, left the dress there and made your way to the coffee shop.

You hadn't really cried yet, which was quite odd. Maybe the realization hadn't hit yet, or maybe you were still hoping that none of this was real and that the next time you'd come back home, he'd welcome you with roses and tell you he loved you.

But every time you got your hopes up, that picture of them together on the red carpet popped up into your mind and crushed your hopes in a second.

He had looked at her like you wanted him to look at you.

Like you were already looking at him.

With a heavy sigh and bags under your eyes that seemed to end around your nostrils, you pushed open the doors to the coffee shop only five minutes later, ordering your drink, when suddenly a voice echoed through the shop that you thought you'd never hear again.

“So.. did he finally dump you too, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and didn't even turn around, already knowing who it was, “Hello, Sarah.”

What surprised you was when she suddenly stood next to you and shook her head when you rummaged through your purse, “I'll pay.”

“Why?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Just feel like you need someone to do something nice for you right now.”

“Yeah, no, I get that.. why you, though?”

“Come and sit with me.. I feel like you and I should talk..”

You really weren't in the mood, especially after last night. But maybe she was exactly the right person to talk to, since she knew what it felt like to be dumped by him. Sure, their relationship hadn't seemed as serious as yours had been, but she was a woman and you doubted that she had absolutely no feelings for him.

So as soon as you got your cup, you joined her at a small table at the window in the back of the shop.

“I'm not used to you being nice to me.”

Sarah laughed and nodded, “I know.. that's what jealousy does to a person, I guess.”

“You were jealous? Of me?”

“Wasn't it obvious?” she wrapped her manicured fingers around her cup to warm up her hands, “You were everything I wanted to be.”

“What? You wanted to be a broke college student with no sex life and barely any friends?”

“No.. I wanted to be someone Yoongi was interested in. And the second you showed up with Mei that night.. I knew he was infatuated with you. You think he would have called you if he hadn't been?”

“He hated me in the beginning.”

“No. No I don't think he ever hated you. I think he was scared, because you made him feel things that he hadn't felt for a while and he thought that part of him had died when Minseo had left.”

“Oh. So you know her too,” you mumbled, before taking a sip from your drink while Sarah nodded.

“I think you don't realize how long I have known Yoongi for,” she stared into her cup, memories seemingly flashing before her eyes, “I used to be friends with Minseo.”

“What?!”

“Yeah,” she laughed humorlessly, “I also used to be friends with Yoongi before she even knew him.”

“What happened?” you drew your eyebrows together and leaned your elbows on the table, genuinely curious.

“Yoongi and I met in Uni, in our first year actually. He was the quiet type, one that many others didn't even notice. I used to dance a lot and he was the one that helped me with my tracks, so that's how we became friends,” she smiled, but it wasn't a happy one, “I liked him more, though. I knew he didn't like me that way, so I never said anything. And I never held it against him for not having felt the same way. He was a good friend to me and that was what mattered most.”

“That’s nice, but.. where does Minseo come in?”

“She ended up being my roommate eventually and uh.. Yoongi liked her the way I liked him. But Minseo.. if you've met her, then you must know that she has a certain type of guy she likes.”

“Rich and famous?”

“Yes,” she nodded, “Yoongi was neither of these things at the time, which is why Minseo hadn't been interested at first. I think a big reason as to why Yoongi is who he is today, is because he wanted to be like this for Minseo. Because he wanted to impress her and win her heart. Producing had been a hobby for him at first, one that he loved, but not one that he wanted to make into a career. It was only when Minseo came around that he decided he’d make it big in the music industry.”

“Well but.. if he hadn’t been famous or rich then, how did they end up together eventually?”

“Even a blind person was able see the talent Yoongi had. Eventually everyone on campus knew that he would make it one day. Minseo thought so too, which is why she decided to give it a shot with him and be by his side when the day finally ame.”

“Hold on, hold on.. you were friends, she was your roommate, she knew that you had a thing for Yoongi and she still went out with him? That’s like.. breaking every rule of girls code!”

Sarah shrugged, “She didn't care about my feelings. That's what I learned about Kim Minseo. She only cares about herself, not those around her.”

Yeah, that made a lot of sense, given the fact that she abandoned Yoongi and her daughter in the end.

“Go on..”

“You should know that Mei had never been planned. This wasn't one of Minseo's ways to get Yoongi to stay with her when she thought she was losing him. Not that he ever would have done that. As I've said, at the time Yoongi didn't have money and the only fans he had were on campus. Minseo actually thought about giving Mei away as soon as she was born, but Yoongi didn't want that. He wanted to raise her and he wanted them to be parents, even if it hadn’t been planned. He.. uh.. he loved the girl the second Minseo told him about her.”

For some reason, this really seemed to hit Sarah. She was emotional and tried to hide it from you, but with tears glistening in her eyes, she couldn’t.

Maybe you had misjudged her.. maybe she wasn’t such a total bitch after all.

“Why did she leave?” you finally whispered in a soft voice.

“Because Yoongi wanted to stop trying to become a producer,” Sarah looked up into your eyes, maybe even a bit proudly and sniffled once, to try and get her emotions under control, “He wanted to get a job that earned more money, so he could provide for his family. He just loved Mei with all his heart and he wanted to be a good father to her. He wanted to be a good partner for Minseo and eventually, when he proposed to her, a good husband. But the second he announced that he would try find another profession, she knew that this wouldn't work for her anymore. So she was now left with a baby she never wanted and a fiance that wouldn't give her what she desired.”

“And that's why she left. Because they were no use to her.”

“People are cruel, (Y/N),” she took another sip from her drink, “Kim Minseo is one of these people, even if Yoongi never saw it that way.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I thought he would scream at her last night, tell her to get out, but he was just.. surprised? It looked like he was falling in love with her all over again,” you said in a wistful voice.

“The more time you’ll spend with her, the more you'll see that this woman is incredibly manipulative. I truly think that she somehow brainwashed Yoongi at one point, telling her that she's the only one for him and that she can be the only woman he'd ever want. It broke him when she left, true.. but.. I also think that he never quite gave up on hoping she would come back to him one day, especially when he started becoming a famous producer. So no, I don't think he's angry either. I think he's falling back into her web.. and this time, she won't let him go again.”

Sarah confirmed everything you had been terrified about.

Because last night, you had seen a Yoongi that you hadn't seen before. And that scared you.

“One more thing.. how did you and him end up with each other?”

“Oh.. well after Minseo left, he came to me, hoping I could try to get her to come back, since we used to be roommates. We just ended up spending a lot of time together because of that and then one night, we got so drunk that we ended up sleeping together. And I guess that's how it all started.”

“What about Mei? I always felt like you two couldn't stand each other.”

“It.. wasn't like that. Mei wanted a mother. Not a nanny. And I was the first, not the latter, mainly because I knew Yoongi would never want me, so I didn’t try to play the mother, when I knew I could never be a part of this family,” she sounded so honest and kind.. this was so not what you were used to, especially when she said: “But I'm glad she finally found what she has been looking for all this time. You treat her much better than I ever could have..”

“Maybe.. but I don't think I'm going to matter much anymore, now that her real mother is back.”

“I wouldn't say that.. Mei is smart for her age, you know that as well as I do. I don't think she's going to care much for a woman that left her when she was a baby, when she has found someone like you, who loves her like a daughter even though you're not even related,” she put her hand over yours, “Don't worry.. out of the two of them? Mei is the smarter one.”

At that, you could only laugh.

Maybe Sarah wasn't as bad as you had always thought.

Maybe you could even be friends one day.

“DADDY!” Mei pushed Taehyung's legs aside and ran into the living room, to find Yoongi sitting on the couch with that same stupid woman he had gone to the award show last night, “You have a lot of explaining to do,” everyone knew she was trying to be serious and angry, but the way she had her arms crossed in front of her chest, pouted and tapped her foot on the floor, Yoongi couldn't help but chuckle.

“I know, baby. I'm sorry..”

“NO! Sorry isn’t good enough!”

Minseo was staring at the little girl with big eyes, carefully saying: “Hello, I'm..-”

“I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE! And I wasn’t talking to you!”

“Mei, you're being rude, stop..-”

“You listen to me right now, Min Yoongi,” she stomped her foot onto the ground, using his first name only to make him more angry, “You can't go around and make promises you can't keep to anyone other than me, because I'm already used to it,” well.. that one hurt a lot, “(Y/N) deserves more than that, okay?”

“(Y/N) and I had a little fight last night, love.. that's why I had to find someone else to go with and Minseo told me that she didn't have anything else to do. So she helped me..”

Did he think that excuse would cut it? Because fucking hell, it did absolutely nothing. Mei was still pissed, especially when that woman decided to kneel down in front of her.

The little girl might not see it, but everyone else did. These two were looking so much alike, you could really tell that they were mother and daughter, “You look a lot like your mother, you know that?” she said with a big smile, hoping to tell her that way.

“No, I don't know, because she left me when I was a baby,” and with that, she walked back towards Taehyung and grabbed his hand.

“Where do you think you're going, young lady?” Yoongi asked, one hand on his waist.

“Finding my real mom, since you won’t. I'll find (Y/N) on my own!” she said with determination in her voice.

“Thanks again for all the coffee,” you laughed as you stood under the pavilion of the cafe, about four hours later from when you had arrived here.

“It's alright.. I'm just glad you and I could talk again and sort things out. Are you sure you don't want me to drive you? The rain doesn't seem to stop anytime soon.”

“No, you have work to go to, I'm just going to wait for the bus here, it’s alright.”

Sarah hugged you tightly, “Don't give up on him just yet, okay? If anyone can pull him out of Minseo's grasp, it's you.”

“I'll keep you updated.”

“Please do,” she said, opening up her umbrealla. But just when she was about to reach her car, she turned around again to say with a smirk: “And also tell me if you need back up in case you want to cut off his dick. I'll be there with my own pair of scissors.”

“Thank you. I’ll definitely invite you for that,” you laughed again before waving her off.

The bus would probably come soon, so you'd just wait here in the dry until it showed up and would go back to Jimins'. You felt better there, than at home, knowing that Minseo would probably be there.

You pulled out your phone for the first time since this morning, only to find countless of missed calls and messages from Yoongi, asking where you were and if you were okay, telling you that he was sorry and that he needed to speak to you as quickly as possible.

But just when you wanted to reply, someone chuckled.

“If it isn’t Mei’s nanny.”

And when you looked up, you were suddenly staring into the eyes of Mei's teacher, who was still too handsome to be a teacher, by the way.

“Oh! It's you,” you smiled shyly, a small blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“How are you, (Y/N)?”

“I'm uh.. alright, thank you for asking. And you? How are things?”

“Yeah. I’m good,” Namjoon smiled and came to a stop next to you, “Hey, did you have lunch yet?”

“I haven’t actually.”

“I know this really nice restaurant that makes the best Bulgogi. It’s only like five minutes away from here. I’ll treat you, too.”

“As in like a date or as in, casual, friendly lunch?” you raised your eyebrows.

“As in, I’ll let you decide.”

Listen. Two could play this game. If Min Yoongi wanted to be a little bitch and treat you like that, so could you.

“Let’s go, then!” you hooked your arm with Namjoon’s, “Oh, one more thing. Can we take a selfie real quick?”

“Uh.. sure,” he laughed with his eyebrows drawn together, but not really asking why you wanted to take one.

It didn’t have to be perfect, it just had to be you two smiling into the camera.

Because now you could send it to Yoongi with the caption: “Sorry. I’m already on a date today.”

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Astronaut Journal Entry - The Last Week

Currently, six humans are living and working on the International Space Station, which orbits 250 miles above our planet at 17,500mph. Below you will find a real journal entry, written in space, by NASA astronaut Scott Tingle.

To read more entires from this series, visit our Space Blogs on Tumblr.

I can’t believe that Expedition 55 is already over. Today is Sunday, and we will depart the International Space Station (ISS) next Sunday morning (June 3).

168 days in space.

There have been many challenging moments, but even more positive highlights of our time on ISS. The new crew from the Soyuz MS-08 spacecraft (Oleg Artymyev, Drew Feustel and Ricky Arnold) joined Norishige Kanai (Nemo), Anton Shkaplerov and I last March. Since then, we have completed two spacewalks, captured and released the SpaceX Dragon-14 cargo craft, captured the Cygnus OA-9 cargo craft and completed a myriad of maintenance and science activities.

The team on the ground controlling, monitoring, supporting and planning has been amazing. It is always great to work with them, and especially during the moments where the equipment, tools, procedures or crew need help. It is incredible to see how much a good team can accomplish when methodically placing one foot in front of the other.

I have been lucky in that the first crew (Mark Vande Hei, Joe Acaba and Alexander Misurkin (Sasha)) and the second crew (Drew, Ricky and Oleg) were all amazing to work with. I do believe the planets aligned for my mission onboard ISS.

Drew and Ricky have been friends forever, and listening to them nip at each other provided a ton of great humor for the ground and for us. Their one-liners to each other reminded me of several scenes from the movie Space Cowboys.

This a great example that happened as I was writing this log entry:

Ricky: Hey Maker, is this your smoothie?

Maker: No.

Ricky: It must be Drew’s.

Drew: Hey Ricky, don’t drink my smoothie.

Ricky: What smoothie? This one has my name on it (as he writes his name on it).

Drew: Okay, Grandpa Underpants, hands off my smoothie.

Ricky: Okay, Feustelnaut – we have rules around here, so this is my smoothie now!

All: Much laughing. (To quote my kids: “LOL!”)

One the hardest things to do in space is to maintain positive control of individual items such as tools, spare parts, fasteners, etc. We try very hard not to lose things, but even with all of the attention and positive control, items can still float away and disappear.

We generally hold items in a crew transfer bag (CTB). Inside the CTB are many items for the system that it supports. When the CTB is opened, the items are free floating inside the bag and tend to escape. It is very difficult to maintain control of the items – especially if they are small, do not have Velcro, or when the daily schedule is so tight that we are rushing to stay on time. We always try to close the CTB’s and Ziploc bags after removing or replacing each item to maintain positive control, but this takes much more time to do for individual items, and if the timeline is tight, we absorb more risk by rushing.

The same applies for tools, which we usually keep in a Ziploc bag while working on individual systems and tasks. Last month, I was installing a new low temperature cooling loop pump that had failed a month or two earlier. I gathered the needed tools into my modified (with Velcro) Ziploc bag as I always do and floated over to the work area. When I got there, one of the tools that I had gathered was missing. I looked for 30 minutes, and could not find it. Lost items are very hard to find because the items that escape are usually barely moving and blend in with the environment very quickly. A lost item could be right in front of us and we would never see it.

Our crew, after learning these lessons, decided that when anyone loses something, we would tell the other crew members what we had lost with a general location. This has had a huge impact on finding items. If a different crew member can help within the first minutes of losing an item, the new crew member has an excellent chance of finding the item. We have proven this technique several times during the expedition – and Nemo was the very best at quickly finding lost items. But, in my case, we still could not find the missing tool. Our amazing ground team understood and vectored me to a replacement tool and I finished the job. I spent the next 3 weeks watching, looking and never forgetting about the lost tool. Then, one day last week, Oleg came to the lab and handed us a tool he had found in his Soyuz spacecraft, way on the aft side of the ISS. Amazing. We finally found the tool and I was happy again. This was a lucky ending. ISS has many corners, crevices and hard-to-see areas where missing items could hide and never be found.

We captured a Cygnus cargo craft last Thursday. I was very impressed with the entire team. Our specialists and training professionals in Mission Control did a great job preparing the necessary procedures and making sure we were proficient and ready to conduct operations. The robotic arm is a wonderful system that we could not operate ISS without. Being in space, however, it has some very unique handling qualities. If you think about a spring-mass-damper system just as you did during physics or control theory class, and then remove the damper, you will see a system that is very subject to slow rate oscillations.

In test pilot terms, damping ratio is very low and the latency is well over a half of a second. Also in test pilot terms – this is a pilot-induced oscillations (PIO) generator. These characteristics require crew to “fly” the robotic arm using open-loop techniques, which requires a huge amount of patience. Test pilots are sometimes not very patient, but understanding the system and practicing with the incredible simulators that our ground team built and maintain help keep our proficiency as high as possible. The capture went flawlessly, and I was very impressed with the professionalism across the board – crew, flight controllers and training professionals – what a great job!

Drew, Ricky and I got to play guitar a few times while on ISS. This was fun! Drew connected pickups to the acoustic guitars and then connected the pickups to our tablets for amplification. I’ve never heard an acoustic guitar sound like an electric guitar amped up for heavy metal before. We had a great jam on the song “Gloria”, and a couple others. Rock on!

Last night we had our last movie night. The entire crew gathered in Node 2 and watched Avengers Infinity Wars on the big screen. We enjoy each other’s company, as we did during Expedition 54, and this was a welcome break from the daily grind of trying to complete the required stowage, maintenance and science activities while preparing for departure.

Our last full weekend here on ISS. I gave myself a haircut. We usually clean our spaces each weekend to make sure we can maintain a decent level of organization, efficiency and morale. This weekend is no different, and it is time for me to vacuum out all of our filters and vents. You’d be amazed at what we find!

The top 5 things I will miss when I am no longer in space:

The incredible team that supports ISS operations from our control centers

The camaraderie onboard ISS

The breathtaking view of the Earth, Moon, Sun and Stars

Floating/flying from location to location with very little effort

Operations in the extreme environment of space

Find more ‘Captain’s Log’ entries HERE.

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sweet-little-bird-fanfic · 6 years ago

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YOUNG K - Pure Desire

Masterlist & Chapters: Check my bio for the masterlist link. Idk why but posts with links don't show up on the tumblr's search feature anymore. So, I'll leave the link to my master list there, where you can find the other chapters easily. I hope this is still functional for you guys, sorry for the trouble. I hope you can still enjoy my work despite the technical issues.

Summary: A young writer that's struggling with her work until she crosses paths with an intense and fated new type of inspiration; An inspiration called: YOUNG K!

Genre: Fanfic; Romance; Humour; Smut (in the future chapters)

Warnings: Swearing? ; The hot stuff will slowly begin on the next chapter and after that, it becomes a mess! I promise eheh (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

A/N: a short chapter to create a good atmosphere and background.

Chapter 1- Drunk Hug

I knew the day wouldn't go well from the moment I woke up... 45 minutes late. To be honest, things had been hard lately. I've had been a professional writer for 3 years and I went to live in Korea right after I published my first romance. I bought a house and rented 2 of the rooms to 2 amazing brothers that ended up becoming my family: Kim Jii (he worked in the entertainment industry) and his 16 years old little brother Kim Joon (who was still a student). Truth to be told, it's not like I had been working that hard in those few writing years. Not because I was lazy, but because it was really simple for me to write a story and for some miracle, it would become a success. That was the case until I hit a wall last month whilst writing my third book! Nothing seemed right, I wasn't satisfied with anything and I was simply irritated with my own creation. There was something missing and I couldn't find what it was... But it was something crucial and I couldn't stop wondering if my passion for writing had reached its limits. I was so worried about that thought, that I made myself not being able to write properly. Call it a rocky mistake or an overthinking problem, but the point was that I was 1hour late to meet with my editor and I had nothing new to show him. "SHIT!"

I got off the bus and run as fast as I could. Gladly, the coffee shop We agreed to meet at was near the station. When I finally reached my destination, I was invaded by a strong and warm coffee fragrance, which woke up my senses a little. It wasn't hard to find the man I called "Boss". He had really short hair and was quite skinny, but his facial expression made him look like an angry bear. "I'm going to die." I sat on the chair in front of him and before I could apologise for being late, he threw a bunch of papers on the table in my direction. My heart started beating really fast when I recognise that those pieces of papers were the chapters I sent him by e-mail.

- You call yourself a writer, Miss?! - he said as loud as he could - I'm going to pretend you didn't send me this and that I didn't have to come from England to Korean just to scold you in person.

- I'm really sorry! I don't know what's wrong with me, but I can't ...

- You need to take a break and stop obsessing about writing. We didn't give you any deadlines, so I don't understand why you're writing a chapter a day. - he said interrupting me with a sharp voice.

I didn't move or say anything, I just looked down to my hand and prayed I wouldn't get myself fired. I could hear his heavy annoyed breath and I could feel his eyes observing me. There was a long moment of silence that was broken by his hand caressing his chin.

- When was the last time you did something that wasn't writing? - he sighted - Go out, get inspired. Don't contact me until the young writer I know is back.

He stood up and dressed his elegant coat as he made sure to burn my soul with his reprehensible look. Before leaving the store our eyes locked and he gave me a petty smile, which made me feel even worse than I already was.

That was it. I've had it! I needed to get some fresh air and get away from everything. I think I've never walked so much in my entire life. I explored the city pretending I was a tourist and that I had nothing to worry about. I tried the typical food, went to the famous attractions and even bought some souvenirs. I was now wearing an "I love South Korea" black shirt and a cool hat. Not to mention the bags I was holding with sweets, cosmetics and funny socks for the boys at home.

I grabbed my phone and sent Kim Jii (Bro) and Kim Joon (Baby bro) a picture of some socks:

Me: Do you need socks? ~~ Bro: Seriously... Baby bro: I swear, I'll burn them if you buy them, Noona! Bro: Go grab the matches. I bet she already bought them ME: (T_T) Bro: Ya paboya, don't come home early. I made a mistake at work and had to bring it home ( ಥ ʖ̯ ಥ) ME: LOL... Are you trying to fix it? Bro: BYE! ❤︎ ~~~ Baby bro: AHAHAH I guess it's not that easy to fix omg, kill him Noona! you make enough money to support me, right? ME: BYE! ❤︎ ~~~ Baby bro: YAAAAAAAAAA!

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Making myself busy during the whole day was hard, but I managed to stay out until night time. I ended up at a street restaurant where I ate too much and definitely drunk too many bottles of soju. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol in my blood making me feel lonely and defeated or if it was simply my low self-esteem working really well on putting me down, or if it was the sum of these two. But I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how stupid and untalented, I probably was. I was really strong and didn't let any tear fall from my watering eyes.

- I need a hug... - I said drunk and desperate for some affection.

I stood up and left some money on the table. I was able to walk half properly until I found a taxi.

- Good evening, where to?

- Home, please! - I said excitedly.

For some weird reason, the driver seemed to think I was joking by the way he looked at him.

- And where is home?

- Oh! It's where I live, Sir! - I drew a square in the air with my fingers - In a house!

He stared at me for more than one minute and studied my touristic clothes and bags. I offered him some sweets and after I gave him my address he seemed less annoyed. "Why is he mad? Maybe he had a bad day or something." I thought as I gave him more sweets to make his night less bitter.

It didn't take long until I arrived home. I was glad all the lights were still on because the path was somehow really blurry. As I walked into the house, I could hear a lot of voices and laughs. "Too loud, fuckers." I couldn't recognise all the voices, but they were quite familiar. There were four beautiful boys in the living room with Kim Joon, my baby bro. I get closer to try to find out who our visits were and I saw a skinny blond boy laughing and making the others laugh with him.

- Your laugh seems contagious. - I said with a serious face as I tried to catch my cat.

- Why aren't you laughing, then? - He said adjusting his glasses.

- Oh, I'm vaccinated. Don't worry! - I said hugging my cat and letting her go after squeezing too hard.

Everyone laughed but the blond boy, he made a straight face and tried to look offended. I didn't worry too much, he seemed like he could handle a joke. I saw Kim Joon walking in my direction and I automatically hugged him really tightly. He tried to get rid of my arms and look me in the eyes, but I hid my face against his chest.

- Noona, are you drunk?!

- Aigooo! - I said as I pushed him away - That explains a lot of things, you're so smart! - I said and caressed his hair.

- Ya, paboya! Why are you acting up? - I heard Kim Jii (big bro) behind me.

After hearing my big brother's voice, tears started falling down uncontrollably. I just turned around and hugged him and berried my face into his neck. He smelled really nice today and that made me feel easeful and numbed. My hands holding his muscular backs were trembling, but the feeling of his sturdy hard body against mine made my heart hurt a little less. And when he finally hugged me back a shiver run through my body and made my legs weak. I hugged him tighter as I felt myself give away and I felt his soft and hesitant touch on my messy hair. To think all I needed was a hug from my... "WAIT A MINUTE!" Smells good? Muscular backs? What do you mean sturdy hard body?! And why would he hesitantly touch my hair, when usually he just messes it all up! I stepped back and pushed away from the boy I was hugging. "Oh, my ovaries!"

What a handsome young man! I felt as if his deep dark eyes were invading my soul, as he slightly leaned his head to the left and stared at me confused. He smiled awkwardly at me when he noticed my embarrassment. His cheeks lift up when he smiled and made his masculine face look adorably cute. I was still really confused and didn't notice I was still walking backwards as I stared at his face. And when I finally recognised him, I tripped and fell on my ass.

- Young... Young K! - I almost screamed and then looked around and realised DAY6 were in my living room looking at my drunk self.

I saw Young K biting his lower lip gently as he decreased the distance between us and reached out his hand to me.

- You know my name! It's only fair if I know yours too. - he said with what I thought it was a kind but at the same time naughty smile.

- Fuck.

- What? - he asked letting a laugh escape and bit his lip again.

- Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck me! Fuck! NO! No, I don't mean that, hhhhhh fuck!

- What the fuck is wrong with you, Violet!? - I heard big bother Kim Jii shout behind Young K.

Additional information: Violet calls Kim Jii and Kim Joon brothers, but their not her real brothers. She simply loves them a lot and since they live together they became each other family xD

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A/N: This wasn't a very long chapter but It was just the beginning! I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know your thoughts about it ~

See you next time, hugs from your Sweet Little Bird.

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