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dwaekiki · 4 years ago

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Camping trip

Caregiver : Hyunjin

Little : Seungmin

The members were all excited today. They had a weekend to relax and they had chosen to go camping! Everyone was running everywhere in the dorm, looking for the last stuff needed for the trip. Making sure they didn't forget anything. Seungmin had woken up already into his little head space as he was so excited for their trip. He hadn't been able to rest and slip for a long time now since they were always practicing all day long. He was happy he could take the weekend to fully relax and be little. When the group had finally packed all their stuff, they were ready to leave for a well deserved break. Hopping into the car, they all buckled their seat belts and the vehicul started.

The ride to go there was kind of long, almost two hours and for little Seungmin, it was the most boring thing. He had tried to sleep like Hyunjin had told him to, but he was too excited and couldn't keep his eyes close for more than three minutes. Seungmin let out a loud sigh in annoyance and Hyunjin put his hand on his baby's head to calm him down, stroking his hair. To the little's delight, they finally made it to the camp. He happily giggled and started swinging his legs back and forth, waiting for his caregiver to get him out of the car as he had fell deeper into little space. Hyunjin cooed at his baby and took him up in his arms, trying to help the others with all the stuff at the same time. By the time they finished installing the tents, Seungmin had fallen asleep on Hyunjin's shoulder. The day was coming to an end already and tommorow they had a big day planned. They had all agreed on going hiking. There was four tents so they had to sleep in pairs and once everyone had settled into their respective one, Hyunjin watched his little softly breath, already deep into sleep. He smiled and closed his eyes, drifting off pretty quickly.

The morning sun woke up Seungmin the next day. He shuffled into his slipping bag, trying to block the light and possibly be able to sleep a bit more, but it was no use. He looked around and beside him, he saw a sleeping prince. He smiled at the thought and observed his boyfriend's features a little more. He didn't want to wake him up, but he felt himself already starting to get bored. He turned his head again and found his plushie not far away from him. Taking it, he played with it for some time, but the boredum came back quickly so he finally decided to wake his caregiver up. Slowly approaching the latter, Seungmin put a hand on his shoulder and started shaking him slightly.

"Dada"

He whispered.

"Dada, Minnie bowred"

Hyunjin shifted in his sleeping bag, but his eyes remained closed.

"Dada"

Seungmin tried again, louder. A hummed was heard from Hyunjin as he finally opened his eyes, looking at his baby.

"What is it angel?"

He asked soflty.

"I bored"

"Did you try going back to sleep baby? It looks pretty early and you need to be in great form for today"

Hyunjin tried, but only got a whine in response.

"Minnie triwed but can't"

Now almost fully awake, the caregiver lifted himself up into a sitting position.

"Does Minnie want to try sleeping in dada's arms?"

Seungmin immediately nodded and slipped himself into his dada's sleeping bag. They both layed down again, the little pressed onto Hyunjin's chest, the latter holding him tightly. Fortunately, the couple soon drifted back to sleep, but sadly only to be woken up about thirty minutes later. Once everyone was up, the eight boys then started to get ready for the day. They had packed sandwiches and water bottles and Hyunjin didn't forget to bring a first aid kit, just in case. Finally, they were ready to leave and everyone was excited and cheerful. Seungmin more than everyone because of his little state of mind. Jeongin was happy when Minnie was little because he felt like he had a younger brother and really liked to take care of him. Along with Jisung and Felix, the maknae made Seungmin laugh and jump around, making him even more frantic then he already was. Seeing the energetic youngers, Chan decided they could take a longer road than the one they first intended to take. They had originally picked a three miles road, but they changed for a five miles one. They thought it would be alright, as they'd packed enough supply and left the camp early. They would be back by the end of the afternoon, before dinner time.

~time skip

About two hours of hiking had passed before the maknae line, and Minho joining them, started to whine about being hungry. As it was almost noon anyway, the group stopped at a nearby table, which were dispersed everywhere around the trails, and took out the sandwiches. Each member took one and they begun to eat happily. After lunch, they all regained energy and were ready to continu, everyone chasing and teasing baby Minnie. Unfortunately, running around on a ground full of roots and rocks wasn't the best place for Felix' clumsiness as he fell, his knees hitting the ground harshly. Every members ran to him and helped him sit so they could see if he was okay. His knees were bleeding, but it was nothing serious. Although, Hyunjin was happy he had thought of bringing the first aid kit. He took it out of his backpack and opened it up, revealing band-aids, coton balls, sanitizer and lots of other useful supplies. Seugmin, understood Felix had hurt himself, but was still trying to calm down from all the excitement he had just lived. He tried to get the members attention, but they were all by Lix' side, trying to calm him down, but Seungmin needed attention, he wanted someone to take care of him too. Who was better at that then his dada? He then made his way towards Hyunjin and slightly taped his shoulder, getting no evident reaction, as the older was busy dressing Felix' wounds.

"Dada"

The little tried again.

"Dada Minnie wanna pway"

He exclaimed, tapping Hyunjin's shoulder again, but the latter shrugged his hand off.

"I'm busy Seungmin go elsewhere"

Seungmin was disappointed, he wanted his dada to pay him some attention.

"But dada, wanna pway"

Hyunjin became irritated and without looking at his little :

"Seungmin, I said go away! I am busy!"

The members didn't even seem to notice the small argument, as they were drying Felix' tears, or holding his hands, or saying calming words to the Australian. Seungmin was hurt. He didn't feel like his dada cared about him anymore. He slowly backed away from the group, looking around him. Minnie gonna go back to the camp and pway wif plushie. He thought to himself, looking at the track they came from, already starting to make his way in that direction.

A good twenty minutes later, Felix wasn't crying anymore and his knees were gently wrapped in bandages. The group thought it was a better idea to get back to the camp since one of the member was hurt. Starting to walk back, Hyunjin remembered the way he had talked to Seungmin earlier and felt awful. He started to look for him in hope of apologizing but the little was no where in sight. Panic slowly rose inside of him and he stopped, looking around again. It catched the attention of the others and they started questioning Hyunjin on what he was doing.

"Where is Seungmin?"

He faintly asked in a shaky voice. The other six boys looked around, imitating the scared caregiver.

"Where is he?"

He repeated hopeless.

"Where is my baby?"

He questioned again, his voice cracking at the last words as worried tears filled his eyes. Chan approached him and patted his back reassuringly.

"Don't worry, we're going to find him, he's propably not that far"

The others agreed and made groups to go look for the little. The leader stayed with Hyunjin while the rest of the members parted ways. The dancer was still out of it, continuously looking at all the trees surrounding them.

"It's my fault, I didn't take care of him when he needed me. Chan-"

He broke down in tears, the oldest holding him up so he wouldn't fall on the ground.

"It's going to be okay, everybody's looking for him"

Chan reassured, holding Hyunjin in a tight hug. The only way not taken by the rest of the group was the way back to the camping site so once Hyunjin had calmed down a bit, the pair started to walk that way. They had planned that if by 5pm, they still hadn't found Seungmin, they would reunite and ask for professional help, it was currently 1pm. They all hoped it wouldn't get to that. Hopeless, Hyunjin pitifully walked the trail beside a supportive Chan.

~Time skip again

The two hours back to the camp were exhausting for Hyunjin, for Chan too in fact, but the leader didn't let it show as he tried to cheer his member up. Arriving there with no one in sight made Hyunjin want to break into another wave of tears but before he could, a small figure catched his eyes. A little Seungmin was sitting in front of their tent, a plushie in his arms, singing to himself. Chan's eyes widened while a smile grew on Hyunjin's face. He immediately ran towards Seungmin, not caring about his tired legs.

"Minnie!"

He screamed. The little looked up and his eyes shone at the sight in front of him.

"There you are, don't ever do this again baby"

Hyunjin said, holding his baby in a tight hug.

"But Minnie wanted to pway dada"

The caregiver hummed, hugging him closer.

"I know baby, I should've listened to you. Dada is sorry he yelled at Minnie"

"Ish okay dada, wanna pway now?"

Seungmin asked, resting his head on his boyfriend shoulder.

"Sure, anything for you angel"

Seungmin giggled. Chan, behind them, called the others, telling them they had found Seungmin at the camp. Once everyone was reunited, they used the rest of the day to play games with Minnie, not leaving him alone one second.

The end~~

#This is a one shot I wrote for my wattpad book #It's called babies and my username is dwaekiki #Yes I am promoting myself without shame hehe #hope you enjoyed it #:) <3 #stray kids #kim seungmin #hwang hyunjin #little #little space #one shot #stray kids one shot #seungjin

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duxearlier · 3 years ago

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Hello! Hi! So, i wanted to make a quick updated and let you guys on what's happening. Since i already have ideas for my next smau, I'll be posting the teaser about it tomorrow! I'm not sure when i will start posting chapters since the rest of this week and next week I'll be working with no breaks but i hope it will be soon. Also, i am working on another fanfiction which should be up very soon! I just need to finish it up and trust me, its looong, lol. Anyways, i have some other things i want to work on but work has been kicking my butt so that's on hold sadly. So, i apologies if my posts are very slow the next week or so. I hope you guys are excited about the next smau and look forward for the next post about it Tommorow! Oh! Another thing, my timezone is EEST [Eastern European Standard Time] so i can't guarantee a specific time when i post stuff either. With that, i hope you guys have a good day/afternoon/night. Take care! :)

#update #upcoming

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abrakophile · 3 years ago

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I was looking through a bunch of junk and found some letters from my dad when he was in the army. I’m afraid I'll accidently toss them, so maybe I’ll put them here?

OPs Name JUNE 02 03

I LOVE YOU

THIS IS MY NAME IN KURDISH

*my dad wrote his first and last name, and under it, in Kurdish*

ILL TRY AND FIND OUT HOW TO WRITE YOUR NAME AND MOMS TOO.

ITS STILL HOT. I WORK AND READ BOOKS TO PASS THE TIME AWAY.

HOW ARE YOU DOING? GOOD I HOPE. WHAT DO YOU DO FOR FUN? DO YOU EVER HANG OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS? TELL THEM I SAID “WASSUP?” NAH, DONT TELL THEM. TELL ME WHAT YOUR THINKING. I’M TRYING TO SEND YOU SOME MORE OF MY DRAWINGS. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DRAW YOU? DID YOU LIKE THE DRAWING I SENT YOU OF YOU NAME? ITS ALRIGHT IF YOU DIDNY. JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU DO WANT ME TO DRAW YOU.

(Flip Page)

THIS IS WEIRD! (The page does not have lines on the left side of it) i WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO THIS PIECE OF PAPER. HaHa

I MISS YOU ALOT. PLEASE SOND ME SOME MORE OF YOUR DRAWINGS, YOU CAN DRAW ME ANYTHING YOU WANT TO.

ARE YOU BEING GOOD FOR YOUR MOM? ITS NICE IF YOU HELP HER OUT WHILE I’M AWAY.

HAVE YOU BEEN ANYPLACE NEW? HOW IS SCHOOL GOING FOR YOU? IS MOMMY GOING TO SCHOOL? I KNOW I WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL WHEN I GET BACK. HOPEFULLY I GET THE CHANCE TO LEARN EVERYTHING THAT THERE IS TO KNOW. THAT WOULD BE GREAT.

ALSO, ID LIKE TO DO SOME FISHING? HOW ABOUT YOU? I GUESS ILL END HERE. BE GOOD AND STAY IN SCHOOL. AND JUST SAY NO TO DRUGS.

THEYRE BAD.

I LIVE YOU OP

*hearts and x’s* DADDY

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(I don’t know if all these pages are in order or if it’s missing any, but this was the letter in the same stack as the last but this one was for my mom. In some places his indents indicate passage of time.)

I HAVENT HAD ANY TIME TO WRITE SINCE WEVE BEEN ON THE ROAD, NOT TO MENTION THAT WE CAN’T SEND MAIL WHEN WE’RE MOVING ALL THE TIME.

WEVE BEEN ON THE ROAD FOR ABOUT FIVE OR SIX DAYS, I HAVENT REALLY BEEN COUNTING. I KNOW I TOLD YOU THAT WE’D BE IN KUWAIT FOR A WHILE, BUT THAT WAS SO YOU WOULDNT BE WORRIED. I’M GOING TO KEEP THIS LETTER THOUGH, TILL I GET HOME.

ABOUT TWO NIGHTS AGO, WE DROVE THROUGH BAGDHAD, SOMEBODY SAID THAT THERE WERE PILED BODIES, I DONT KNOW IF IT WAS TRUE.

AND I GUESS YESTERDAY, A COUPLE OF PEOPLE SAID THEY SAW A MISSILE OR SOEMTHING SHOT AT US. I WAS TRYING TO FIX A TRUCK SO I DIDNT SEE IT.

ITS NOT AS DUSTY HERE IN IRAQ. IT REMINDS ME OF THE CONVOYS IN KOREA.

MOST OF THE PEOPLE WILL WAVE “HI”. SOME OTHERS DONT.

I SAW A KID OPEN HIS HAND ONCE WHILE MOVING, AND IT SAID “BUSH” THAT WAS KIND OF COOL.

OH YEAH. HERES A STORY. WHILE OUT DOING A MISSION, ONE OF OUR “BRADLEY” TANKS FIRED ON AN ENEMY AMMO TRUCK AND CLIPPED A KID. THE ROUNDS BLEW ONE OF HIS LEGS OFF AND SOME OF THE OTHER, FROM THE KNEE DOWN. SO THE MEDICS PICKED HIM UP AND BROUGHT HIM TO OUR RECONCOLIDATING POINT FOR MEDICAL TREATMENT. I GUESS HE EVENTUALLY DIED FROM LOSS OF BLOOD THE NEXT NIGHT AND YESTERDAY THEY TOOK HIM OUT AND BURIED HIM.

ALSO WE PICKED UP ABOUT 25-30 P.O.W.s AND SENT THEM SOUTH.

IT GETS PRETTY COLD AT NIGHT. AND THE DAY’S ARE VERY HOT.

SINCE WE LEFT KUWAIT ITS BEEN ME AND MENDOZA IN THE FIVE TON WRECKER AND I HAVE TO ADMIT THAT ITS BEEN EXCITING. WE KEPT GETTING SEPERATED FROM THE CONVOY AND BREAKING DOWN. BUT I THINK THAT WERE BETTER NOW. HOPEFULLY.

IM STILL WAITING TO BE AMBUSHED TO MAKE ALL THIS SEEM REAL TO ME. A PART OF ME WANTS IT AND ANOTHER DOESNT.

AND IT SEEMS LIKE ONLY OUR UNIT HAS TO STAY IN UNIFORM, EVERYONE ELSE WEARS T-SHIRTS AND BANDENA’S AND RAGS ON THEIR HEAD

WERE STILL GOING NORTH. NOBODY KNOWS HOW LONG WE’LL STAY. ITS NOT THAT BAD HERE. MEANING, IT COULD BE WORSE.

I USED A “SHIT-CHAIR”. ITS JUST A METAL CHAIR WITH A HOLE CUT IN THE MIDDLE AND THE SEAT FROM A TOILET BOLTED TO IT, GROSS.

HELICOPTERS CAN BE HEARD ALL DAY AND NIGHT. I GOT TO SEE THEM DROP BOMBS ALL DAY ABOUT 3 DAYS AGO, FROM A DISTANCE OF COURSE.

ILL BE DRIVING AGAIN, IN A MINUTE. PROBABLY RE-FUEL AND BACK ON THE ROAD AGAIN. IM ENJOYING IT.

I HAVE 8 MAGAZINES FULL OF ROUNDS. NO GRENADES, BUT I LIKE IT LIKE THAT.

SOMETIMES IT SMELLS LIKE SHIT.

I GUESS ILL END IT HERE FOR NOW

I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU TWO TWICE IF NOT THRICE AS MUCH AS YOU MIGHT MISS ME TOO.

HELLO AGAIN. WERE SOMEWHERE NEAR TIKRI + MOSUL. YESTERDAY, ME + MENDOZA WENT LOOKING FOR MOMENTO’S. WE BROKE A LOCK TO A NEAR BY BUNKER AND FOUND 6 A.K.47s! BUT ON OUR WAY BACK TO TURN THEM IN, MAJOR TATU GOT THEM FROM US. I WAS SO PISSED. BUT I GOT A GAS MASK w/ FILTER, A FULL MAGAZINE CLIP FROM ONE OF THE A.K.s AND A BERET WITH IRAQ 1 RANK ON IT.

I MADE A STENCIL FOR THE TRUCK WERE RIDING IN. ITS CALLED THE “GAMBLER.” YESTERDAY MENDOZA DROVE, SO TODAY ILL BE DRIVING.

IM NOT POSITIVE, BUT, I THINK WERE GOING TO TURKEY. NIETO SAYS THAT HE OVERHEARD SOMEBODY FROM S1 (or SI, I’m not sure) SAYING WE MIGHT GET PAID EXTRA FOR GOING THROUGH BAGHDAD.

I THINK NIETO’S MAD AT ME. CANT EXPLAIN WHY. MAYBE ITS BECAUSE IM RIDING WITH MENDOZA AND HE DOESNT LIKE MENDOZA TOO MUCH. OH WELL, WHATEVER REASON, HOPE THINGS GET NORMAL AGAIN. HAVE TO GO,

*hearts and xs*

TODAY IS THE 25th OF APRIL, I RECEIVED FIVE OR SIX (OR SEVEN) LETTERS YESTERDAY. THE LATEST WAS DATED 07 OF APRIL. THAT TELLS ME THAT ITS GOING TO TAKE A WHILE TO COMMUNICATE.

WE HAVENT RECEIVED MAIL BECAUSE WEVE BEEN MOVING NEVER STAYING IN ONE PLACE MORE THAN A DAY, OR TWO, UNTIL NOW. WE’VE BEEN IN THIS SPOT GOING ON FOUR DAYS TOMORROW?!

GIVE ME A MINUTE...

FOR THE LAST COUPLE OF DAYS IVE BEEN HELPING MENDOZA PULL THE ENGINE OUT OF A 5 TON TRUCK AND SWITCH IT w/ ANOTHER ONE. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN EASY BUT THE FLY WHEEL SEIZED UP INSIDE THE BELL HOUSING. ITS FINISHED NOW AND THE RUMOR IS WE’RE LEAVING (OR MOVING) AGAIN TOMORROW.

ITS 10:33 THURSDAY MORNING. YOUR TIME IS 12:32 JUST TURNING THURSDAY.

I ALMOST CRYED WHEN I SAW ELIS PICTURE. I REALLY MISS BOTH OF YOU. LET ME BACK TO BEFORE I GOT DISTRACTED. I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO SEND MAIL BECAUSE WE’VE BEEN MOVING. BUT I GUESS THAT WHATEVER THREAT THERE WAS (IF ANY), ISNT SO THREATFUL ANYMORE, WE CAN START RECEIVING AND SENDING MAIL. NO PHONE TO CALL FROM, AND NO INTERNET TO E-MAIL FROM.

THE WHOLE UNIT IS SCATTERED, SO EVEN IF I GET WHAT YOU NEED IT’LL TAKE FOREVER TO GET IT TO YOU. LET ME PULL THOSE LETTERS BACK OUT. OH WAIT. I DID LAUNDRY AND SOME UNDERWEAR THATS DRY, FELT HARD, OH WELL, WAIT A SECOND, K

I HAD TO FOLD SOME T-SHIRTS. ALL MY SOCKS ARE STILL DAMP.

YOU CAN USE MY CONTRACT TO SHOW THAT I ENLISTED IN TEXAS AND HOWS THIS

*On a separate sheet my dad wrote a detailed note for my mom to give to someone to confirm that he did want to buy a house. He writes “I AM ALIVE AND WELL.” and “PLEASE ACCEPT THIS PAPER”, then he signed it with his scribble signature, and underneath it wrote his name in print and added “1st SQUADRON 10th CAVALRY HEADQUARTERS TROOP (I have no clue what this means)*

HOW’S THAT? HOPE I SPELLED EVERYTHING CORRECTLY. IM ALMOST READY WITH A DESIGN TO COVER THE OTHER TATTOOS ON MY LEFT FOREARM.

I JUST FINISHED LOOKING OVER ALL THOSE LETTERS YOU SENT FOR ME

IM BACK! I GOT SLEEPY SO I TRYED TO LAY DOWN FOR A LITTLE BIT. NO SLEEP. I DONT THINK. I DIDNT HAVE ENOUGH WATER TO WASH MY DCV’S AND A PAIR OF BDV’S. BESIDES FOR DRINKING WATER, BUT WE HAVE TO CONSERVE IT.

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE RUMORS. TOMORROW WE’LL BE LEAVING FOR THE IRAN/IRAQ BORDER TO DO “PEACE KEEPING” FOR 3 TO 6 mths. OTHERS SAY THAT THE 4ID (i think is what this says) GENERAL WANTS TO KEEP US HERE TILL NOV., THATS WHEN 1 CAV WILL COME TO REPLACE US. WHILE OTHERS SAY WE MIGHT LEAVE BY JUNE. NOTHINGS FOR SURE.

SMALLER RUMORS FLOATING AROUND THE SITE ARE; RAMSEY AND SFC BACON ARE SLEEPING TOGETHER. SGT SIREK HAS PLANS TO TAKE NIETO AS HIS APPRENTICE AND PADIWAN LEARNER OF THE DARK SIDE. LITTLE BLACK ARNOLD IS MILITARY INTELLIGENCE FOR SPECIAL FORCES OPERATING UNDER COVER A SURVEILLENCE AS PART OF

*the rest of the page is blank*

IM BACK. TODAY IS THE 27th. I GOT BACK TO THE LITTLE CAMP AREA ABOUT AN HOUR AND A HALF AGO. I LEFT YESTERDAY MORNING TO, WELL, AS PART OF DE-CON (DE-CONTAMINATION) MISSION. HERES THE INFORMATION THAT I GATHERED.

A SITE HAD BEEN FOUND THAT WAS THOUGHT TO HAVE CHEMICAL WEAPONS AND 1-10 WAS APPOINTED TO GO TO THE SITE AND DE-CON THE CIVILIANS THAT WERE GOING TO OPEN THEM. AS IT TURNS OUT THE CIVILIANS HAVE BEEN DE-LAYED AND WOULD BE SET BACK 1 DAY.

THE NBC TEAM THAT I WAS WITH WERENT PREPARED TO STAY OVER NIGHT AND AS FORCASTED BY SSG MINOR WE MIGHT HAVE HAD TO STAY 3 TO 4 DAYS. EVERYBODY WAS PISSED.

LATELY ITS BEEN GETTING REALLY COLD AT NIGHT AND WE JUST HAPPENED TO BE NEAR A RUNNING RIVER. SO THE, ITS ABOUT 9 O’CLOCK AND IM BEAT, NO SLEEPING BAG OR ANYTHING TO COVER UP WITH AND I DECIDE TO TRY AND SLEEP. I GET AS COMFORTABLE AS POSSIBLE AND I GET ATTACKED BY MOSQUITOS. NOW IM PISSED SO I DECIDED TO JUST TO STAY UP ALL NIGHT. ABOUT 10PM ONE OF THE HEMTT (this might just say “hemi”, I don’t know) FUELERS SHOWS UP AND SGT TORRES SAYS HE HAS EVERYBODYS SLEEPING BAG! THE SITES ABOUT 45 MINS AWAY AND THEY LEFT SOMETIME MID AFTERNOON TO GET OUR SHIT, I HATE THESE PEOPLE.

RIGHT NOW ITS 9:01 PM AND ITS 11:02 AM YOUR TIME. I MISS YOU.

RIGHT NOW IM GOING TO ADDRESS AN ENVELOPE AND HAVE IT READY TO SEND TOMMOROW THE 28th. IM SORRY IF IT SEEMS THAT IM NOT WRITING VERY OFTEN. FOR A WHILE WE COULDN’T. AND NOW THAT IT SEEMS WE MIGHT BE HERE A LITTLE WHILE, THEYVE KEPT ME REALLY BUSY. LET ME ADDRESS THE ENVELOPES (he drew a star here)

ALL DONE. I THOUGHT ABOUT THE HOUSE A LOT TODAY AND YESTERDAY. IM SURE BY THE TIME THIS LETTER REACHES YOU, YOU’LL HAVE EITHER GOTTEN IT OR GAVE IT UP. IM O.K. WITH EITHER DECISION YOUVE MADE.

YOUVE KEPT THIS FAMILY TOGETHER, AND THAT MAKES ME PROUD. YOUR SMART, ATTRACTIVE AND FUNNY. AND YOU DONT TAKE ANY SHIT FROM ANYBODY. I LOVE YOU.

I HOPE THAT OUR DAUGHTER TURNS OUT TO BE LIKE YOU.

I GUESS ILL MAIL THIS TOMORROW, FIRST THING, SO

EVER YOURS

EVER MINE

*my dad signed it with his scribble, and wrote his name under it. under that are hearts and x’s with my mom’s name and then my name under hers.*

#very personal but where the fuck am i gonna put them? you know where i kinda cant lose them?#letters from the guy that was my dad #pt 1 #long post

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suckerfordylansstuff · 5 years ago

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I can't anymore (David Dobrik)

Summary: Y/N goes to David's place and finds the truth behind his happy face

Warnings: mentions of sex, sad angst

Notes: all right! This is my first david dobrik fanfic and I'm so excited cause I really got inspired by the idea of the fanfic. Please remember that English is not my native language!

Not requetsed

Gif not mine

" Wow.. These were some crazy chicks right there." Zane got into the passenger seat and looked at the camera David had set on his dashboard to film any funny things that could happen on the ride.

" I know right?!" you said. You were seating in the back and was leaning against the front seat, in which Zane was seating "They were like soooo crazy! The short one asked me to fuck!" you said and David burst out laughing.

" Wait, she did?" Zane asked in all seriousness and you nodded " Because she asked me too!" you both started laughing.

" You almost had a threesome with Y/N and the short girl." David pin pointed out the obvious part just to make the situation funnier.

" Bitch, the shortie would have been long forgotten if Y/N was actually down to fuck me." Zane laughed and you looked shocked.

" Zane!" you yelled and jokingly slapped his shoulder.

" Y/N I think that was a pretty smooth move, would you give him a hand and help him out?" David looked at you and nudged Zane.

" Yes! Please.. I really could use a hand for a situation right about now" he moaned and winked at the camera.

" Ew, you guys.. Now you just destroyed the whole joke!" you pouted.

" Oh come on.. We only made it funnier, y/n. David has to have at LEAST one dirty jone in his videos." Zane explained and took out his phone to text Carly they where in the car waiting for them.

" No, it was great. I'm keeping it all in" he answered and gave you a grin. You stuck out your tongue and flopped back into the seat. David chuckled "Look. I'm sorry, but I have to. I don't have a lot of footage for tommorow's vlog so I have to use every single clip I can get." he said and went to look at the recorded footage. He had a strange look in his eyes that you couldn't quite catch, but you let it slide.

" Wait.." Zane spoke " No footage? This is the second party we've been on the last 4 days and you recorded all of it! There's no way you can't fill a four twenty-one video with 2 parties."

" I'm not gonna use the first party at all for the vlog." he said, not looking up from the camera.

" Why not?" you asked and leaned closer to him.

" Because nothing interesting happened. Nothing even happened in the car ride. I prefer to make a party montage from today's party and put your clip in, rather than two parties. I don't know, I just feel like it'd be too much." he shrugged not really caring about the question.

' What's gotten into him?' you thought looking at him worryingly trying to place what was happening.

" You sure you have enough stuff to make a video, baby? Because if you don't, I'd love to do stupid stuff for you to film. I'm still drunk! I'm up for anything!" Zane yelled and threw his hands up.

You smiled and shook your head, while David chuckled " No, Zane. You've had a bit too many injuries. I don't want you to get hurt again." David answered him and put the camera back in its place. You forgot what you were thinking and just stared at him. It's so nice to see him everyday being a little bit more mature than he was yesterday. You loved that about him. Well, not loved.. Just liked that about him.

" Ugh.. You're no fun" Zane crossed his arms and David laughed. Just then the doors to the cat opened and Carly, Dom, Heath, Mariah and a sweaty Jason got in.

" All right! Start the car!" Jason yelled, clearly because he couldn't hear even himself due to the loud music at the party. You all laughed at his behavior and David stared driving.

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Right now it was only you and David in the car. He had dropped everyone else to their houses since it was already 2:00 am and he needed his space to edit the vlog. He was right around the corner for your house when the engine started doing some sounds.

" Uh oh.." you said and sit up since you were laying down on the back seat.

" That's not good.." David whispered and kept driving just to see if the car could keep going. He was able to pull up close at your driveway, but then it just ended. David let a frustrated sigh out and lightly hit his head in the steering wheel.

" What the heck? Is it not charged?" you asked and got out.

" No! It's full! There must be a problem with the engine itself. God! I'm never gonna upload on time now!" he sighed and followed you outside the car. He was pacing back and forth trying to figure out what to do.

" No, you will. I'm gonna get you home." you simply said and went to open your door to get your car keys.

" But-" you interrupted.

" I'm not drunk, David. So don't worry. I'm gonna get you to your house in ten minutes, you're gonna make the video, upload it on time and have a good 10 hour sleep." you said with a smile and grabbed your keys.

" To accomplish a 10 hour sleep, I'd have to be sleeping till 6 in the afternoon." he corrected your thought of process and got into the car.

" Whatever it takes for you to relax, David. You've been so stressed lately. Take things slow for a change." you said and gave him a small smile. He returned the gesture with a smile that did not reach his eyes. You sighed quietly and started heading to his house.

After some minutes you stopped in front of his place "Aaaand.. I got you here in 8 minutes. Ohh, we are ahead of planning!" you said with a chuckle, trying to cheer him up.

He laughed and opened the passenger door " Sure we are. Thank you, y/n. I was really starting to freak out." he got out and bend down to look at you trough the window.

" Just remember what I said. Take things slow, Dave. We can't have anything happen to you OK?" you told him.

" Yeah, I know.. Thanks again. Have a good night!" he responded and waved at you. You waved back and drove back.

As you stopped at the red light you yawned and your eyes fell on something on the passenger's seat. David's camera!

" Oh fuck. I've got to go back and return it to him or he'll go insane." you said under your breath and just made a quick, kind of illegal, turn to go back as soon as possible. The good thing is that you were the only car at this hour so no one cursed you for what you just did.

You closed the door and and walked down the path for David's house. You knocked, but after a minute no one came. Natalie was out of town and David would probably be taking a bath due to the fact that the party was stinking of weed. So you decided to just go inside, leave the camera on the patio and leave, but when you went inside you could hear heavy breathing and loud footsteps making their way everywhere around the house.

" David? Is that you?" you asked turning your head and looking through the hallway that made the way for his room.

He came rushing into the living room, none of you bothering to turn on the lights. "Y/N? Wha-what are you doing here?" he said in a trembling voice and you could clearly see from the moon light the drops of sweat that were on his forehead.

" I came to give you your camera. You forgot it in my car." you said and showed the camera on your left hand.

" Oh God.." he said and put his hands on his knees taking deep breaths " I thought I lost it somewhere and I freaked out. Thank you"

" No problem" you replied and handed him the camera. He grabbed it but never took it from your hand. He just stared at it like it was the most dreadful thing he had seen.

" David, what are yo-" you started saying buy his whisper stopped you.

" I don't want it." he said but didn't change position.

" What? What do you mean?" you asked taking the camera back and putting it on the small table beside you. " Of course you want it. You want to edit the video."

" I don't.. I can't. I can't do this anymore. I don't want to.." he said and that's when you saw David, the most adorable and happiest person you had even met, break down in front of you. You were shocked and for a second did not know what to do.

' How can I help him? What is happening? How long has he been feeling like that? Why didn't I notice sooner?!' all those thoughts were running inside your head, but you quickly shook them away and put your arms around his shoulders.

" David.. What is going on?" you whispered in his ear.

He sniffed " I just.. I can't deal with this burden, with the expectations everyone has from me. I keep thinking that I- I'm letting everyone down. I always f-feel exhausted and tired and I'm just done! I can't have this pressure on me anymore.. I just can't.. I'm sorry.. " he answered while crying on your shoulder. By now both your knees had given up and you were sitting down.

" No! No, don't you dare apologize.. I should apologize for not noticing sooner.. It's ok to feel that way, Dave." you put both your hands on his face looking at him in his eyes. His eyes that by now were red and puffy from the crying " Everyone is allowed to feel done with work for a while and that is always a signal that you should stop for a while. Take a break. "

" But the fans-" David protested

" Forget about the fans." you told him and he looked shocked " Just... Just focus on your health right now, please.. If you keep overworking yourself something more worse than that could happen.. So please, for me.. Please take a break. The fans would understand." you finished and pulled the hair that were covering his beautiful face out of the way.

" Ok.. I will." he replied softly and hugged you again " Thank you, Y/N."

" Always, David.." you ran circles in his back to soothe him " Always."

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stories-mostly · 6 years ago

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Starks Bug

Tony Stark x son!reader (this chapter more Rhodey x nephew!reader ;) )

Words: 2150

I'm sorry this took so long as an apology I'll post chapter 5 tommorow after that it should be once a week again :) enjoy!

Chapter 4

Today was a Rhodey and you kinda day.

Your dad had some business trip to attend to where he couldn't take you with him. So instead of being quiet and polite with a bunch of strangers, you were loud and polite with Rhodey.

You had stayed over at Rhodeys several times with Tony but never alone. So both men were anxious to see how you'd manage.

It's only been two hours since Tony had dropped you off and you had been greatly entertained by your uncle the whole time. Playing with toys and building blocks. He even told you a funny story about your dad getting his head stuck somewhere while they were in college together. There really wasn't anything funnier than that story and the pictures to go along with it in your 3 and a half year old mind.

Rhodey looked up at the clock on the wall before turning back to you.

"Let's stop playing." He said standing up. "We need to buy some groceries before we get hungry,"

You, although reluctantly, began to put your toys away. You had brought all your favourite toys with you so you wouldn't get bored while staying over. Though Rhodey would never let that happen. Within a few minutes you were dressed and strapped into the car seat in Rhodeys pretty little vehicle.

It wasn't really what you were used to. Your father had either really well maintained old cars or rather new high tech expensive cars. So sitting in a well aged small car that isnt extremely uncommon to see driving around town was different but not at all in a bad way.

Rhodey threw a big shopping bag in the back and started the car up. Pulling out of his driveway for the short trip down to the nearby supermarket.

You were more interested in the scenery you passed than talking so Rhodey put on some music and strummed along to the beat on his steering wheel. You started listening to the quieter tunes that you're used to. Your dad had a slightly different taste in music than the songs that were playing.

"So, what do you wanna eat?" Rhodey asked driving around a corner.

"I'm not hungry." You turned to him a slightly confused look on your face. Rhodey chuckled.

"I mean when you're hungry, buddy. What would you like to eat then," he clarified.

You thought for a moment. "Pizza! I want pizza,"

"What kind?" He asked pulling into the parking lot.

"The one I always eat." You pulled at your seat straps still not fully knowing how to unclasp them on your own. Rhodey reached over and opened them for you.

You jumped out the car, with a lot of effort, before he could stop you. "I can show you!"

Rhodey just nodded and followed you out.

You tried to pull out the cart yourself but it was still connected to the other one with those little seatbelt like clips. You took the coin your uncle was holding out and put it in the thing that let's the cart go from the other one. Once the cart was out you were placed in the seat and your store adventure could begin.

You kicked your legs about and looked in every direction as you were pushed through the store. As you were passing the candy isle you looked long at a bag of gummy worms. They were one of the few candies you had been allowed to get and your absolute favourite.

"Uncle Rhodey I want gummy worms." You said pointing at the colourful bag of artificial worms.

"I don't know sweetie. I don't think you asked all that nicely for them." Rhodey replied to your plea. Scratching his chin like he was deep in thought.

"Can I pweeeease have gummy worms?" You tried again drawing out the please and using your "I am a cute and innocent child which only desire in this cold cruel world is this small cheap bag of precious gummy worms"-voice.

Rhodey chuckled and handed you the bag with an "Alright alright".

You didn't go to stores a lot so everything was very fascinating. And needed to be explored and asked about.

"What's that?" You asked now pointing at a big display of raw meat.

"That's meat," Rhodey answered "We actually need some." He reached in and grabbed a big piece of meat indistinguishable from the other meats to your young eyes.

"For what?"

"Dinner tommorow."

You nodded and moved on to ask another question about another thing.

Everything went smoothly from then on out. You showed him which of the pizza's you liked the most and answered whether or not you wanted some apples. All was well until you passed a big tank of lobsters.

You let out a big gasp as you saw the both big and small animals sitting together in the bare tank.

"Look uncle Rhodey! Crabs!"

"Those are Lobsters. They're really big arent they?"

"Yes! Can I have one?" You asked without looking away from the tank. Rhodey frowned.

"Since when do you eat lobster?" Your head snapped back in Rhodeys direction at the speed of light.

"NO not for eating! It's for pets!"

"You want to pet a lobster?"

"Yes! And keep it!"

Rhodey was stunned silent for a moment.

"Y/n, you can't have a pet lobster. They're sold here for people to buy and eat them."

Not even a few seconds later after Rhodey had said those words he regretted them. Your eyes first grew big and then your lower lip started to quiver. And that was when Rhodey knew he fucked up big time.

Within a second you were crying loudly about how people can't eat the lobsters because you love them while Rhodey was desperately trying to calm you down. People were starting to stare and Rhodey could feel every single gaze on him.

He then suggested something he would have to thoroughly explain to your father later.

"Y/n, kid, listen. I need you to calm down. I promise you that none of there lobsters will be eaten okay? I'll talk to your dad about getting you one of them. But you have to behave," he explained having placed his hands on your much smaller shoulders. Without much fuss you stopped crying. It made sense to you that your dad would save the lobsters. He is a great person after all.

You were okay with that and even helped your uncle place the items on the conveyor belt and back into the cart once you were done shopping.

With a sweet smile you handed the nice cashier lady the money and she gave you a piece of her chocolate.

You thanked her and waved her goodbye as you left the store.

All the way back to Rhodeys house you were in a happy mood thinking about how you'll soon get a pet lobster if you behave. Oh and you'll behave. You'll behave so good that no one will think that you were even capable of misbehaving. As least until you had your lobster.

On the drive home Rhodey made a call to a very confused Tony Stark about the possibility of getting Stark Jr. a pet Lobster.

Later around the same time as you were helping Rhodey unpack the groceries your dad was frantically researching on how to care for a lobster and how long they lived the same with how much space they need and more. He even called a zoo and a lobster farm.

He'd organize the build of a tank for a crayfish, a big one. You won't be able to tell the difference until you were much older and did some research yourself.

But you'll never eat a lobster, or any crustacean for that matter, until your eventual demise.

The rest of the day went by without a problem. You helped your uncle with everything you could, cooking, cleaning, washing dishes and doing the bed were all completed with the clumsy help of a 3 year old.

You crawled under the covers next to Rhodey, insisting on sleeping in the same bed. During the night you kicked him several times and somehow ended up with your feet on the pillow while the rest of your body was hidden beneath the covers.

The second day of your week long vacation was not all that different than the first. You played together inside and outside, cooked, ate and then sat down to watch some DvDs before your afternoon nap. A mistake as the series Rhodey turned on hyped you up incredibly. It was the first episode of "The Incredible Adventures of Captain Magic". You had never before watched this series but your young mind was hooked in an instant.

The episode was all about how she became a super hero, introducing herself and her friends. Your mouth couldn't have hung open any wider. The second the episode was over you started jumping around in excitement. Holy heck that was too cool for your young mind to comprehend. You started fighting villains no one could see and Rhodey couldn't get you to fall asleep for another hour. He himself was incredibly tired at that point.

The next two days you wouldn't shut up about how cool and strong Captain Magic is. Rhodey didn't say anything discouraging about it. Though it was clear to him that the hero was obviously heavily leaned on Captain America. Not that you'd know who that was.

Friday, Rhodey suggested a trip to get you off your Captain Magic high.

"Where are we going?" You asked kicking your legs and clutching the tiny backpack you had taken with you.

"Its a surprise. But you'll like it I promise,"

You nodded and turned back to look out the window.

"Look look a puppy!" You excitedly pointed out a few minutes later.

As Rhodeys car pulled to a stop you looked around with squinted eyes having almost fallen asleep.

"We've arrived."

"I know this?" You mumbled a bit dissapointed. You had visited Rhodey while he was working numerous times in the past. This wasn't anything exciting.

"Yeah you do, but I bet you've never sat in a jet before!"

"What!" You screeched and jumped around happily in your seat waiting on your restraints to be opened.

Rhodey greeted a few people on your way to the hanger. Some people seemed surprised while others knew about his plans.

The hanger was empty of any people but stored several huuuuge jets. You shouted "Hello!" and "AAAAH" Into the hall to hear it echo back.

"Is this cool or what?!" Rhodey said marching towards one of the planes which had a staircase ladder thing next to it.

"SO COOL!" you screeched running around and under the planes. Rhodey called you over and threw you on his shoulder while he carried you up to the now opened jet and place you inside. It was like sitting in the driver seat of a parked car, just ten times cooler.

You asked a thousand questions about the planes and Rhodey was happy to answer all of them.

"What's that?" You said pointing at another switch over your head.

"Uhh it's," Rhodey leaned closer to get a better look at what you're pointing, "it's switches all the communication on an-"

"And that?" You said pointing at another thing not letting him finish.

This went on like that for about 10 minutes before you started your fake flight. Even getting to wear the headset which was a few numbers to big for you. Your uncle took a few pictures while you were playing which he'd later send to Tony.

You didn't get bored for a full hour, you were so enthralled with making little noises and flicking on and off switches (which all did nothing) that you didnt even notice that Rhodey got himself a cup of coffee and was talking with some strangers now instead of standing on the rolling staircase next to you.

The rest of the trip you got shown around by Rhodey and introduced to a few of his colleagues.

You tired fast and fell asleep a few minutes into the drive back. You woke up later on the couch with Rhodey cooking in the kitchen. The nice smell of something tasty that you couldn't quite place wafting through the air into your nostrils.

On your last day in Rhodeys pretty house you helped him pack some of your stuff up and just generally did stuff together. Like having a water pistol fight, playing super heroes, and watching Captain Magic and whatever else was on TV. It was a laid back Saturday which was only laid back because you didn't run around the house screeching while you played with your toys.

That evening you fell asleep on the couch next to Rhodey, sort of clinging onto his clothes while your breath evened out and the soft strokes over your little head of hair gave you a deep sense of security.

You woke up later at night while being carried by a tired looking Rhodey.

"Go back to sleep, sweetpea." He whispered as he placed you inside your car seat. You nodded slightly and said with your voice barely above a whisper.

"Okay, love you."

"Love you too." You faintly heard before falling back asleep after the car door shut.

You woke up the next day in your fathers bed next to his snoring form. Very confused on how you got there. But very glad that he was back.

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taeyongdoyoung · 6 years ago

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Halloween

Arabella did her usual make-up with the exception that she added some dark eyeshadow to the look. She pulled her black jeans on and decided to wear a bright red T-shirt along with them. Finally, she put on her white sneakers. And then, got on the subway to Charles's mansion. Once she arrived, he gave her a once-over.

"What?" she asked self-consciously.

"What are you supposed to be?"

"A regular college student?"

Charles giggled.

"Oh, so you ditch the fancy dress and the high heels and you think that's enough for a Halloween costume?"

Arabella shrugged.

"You don't have to be so mean. At least I bothered to come here. Judging by the looks of it, no one else is coming to your party."

Charles rolled his eyes and motioned for her to get inside.

"That's cause you're early, dumbass."

"Eh, well."

"Nevermind, you can help me with the refreshments."

Arabella frowned.

"Is that how you'd treat your other guests?"

"My other guests don't work for me. Come on, Lee and that sexy Swedish boyfriend of hers will be here any minute now."

Arabella sighed and got to work. As soon as they were done filling cups and carrying them to the tables, she was already feeling exhausted. Her exceptations differed gravely from the reality. When Charles had invited her to his party, this is not what she had in mind. Soon enough, the guests started arriving so Charles was busy greeting everyone, making small talk and showing them around. Naturally, he didn't have much time for Arabella. The hours passed by quickly, because she somehow managed to find interesting topics for conversation with Charles's guests. Eventually, people began to leave. A few of them told Charles "thank you" and "goodbye" themselves but most just left without saying a word or worse - by telling Arabella to send their regards to Charles. As if she didn't have enough bullshit to deal with already. Eventually, it was just the two of them. Arabella had anticipated Charles to ask of her to clean up, so she'd thought it wiser to stick around. Surprisingly, that is not what happened.

"You didn't have much fun, did you?" Charles asked drunkenly, dragging his words one by one.

"Twas alright," she answered and sat down on the couch next to him.

"Alright doesn't mean fun, munchkin."

She giggled and punched his shoulder gently.

"Don't worry about me. At least your guests had a blast."

Charles shook his head.

"You were supposed to be my guest as well."

Arabella simply shrugged. But apparently, Charles wouldn't let it slide.

"I want to make it up to you. But I don't know how. So, you'll have to tell me."

'Your undivided attention,' Arabella thought but of course, she couldn't actually say such a thing to his face.

"Don't make me clean up the consequences of the party," she joked, "Tomorrow, I'll be back as usual but you'll need a whole army to deal with this mess."

Charles chuckled lightly. Actually, he could snap his fingers and poof - the house would magically clean itself up. But of course, he couldn't actually say such a thing to her face - it would undermine her job. And Bella took such pride in it, he wouldn't want to hurt her feelings. Not yet.

"I can deal with it on my own, munchkin. Regardless, I wasn't going to ask it of you. You helped me enough with the preparations. You deserve a break. How about you take tomorrow off?"

Arabella beamed at the proposition. As much as she enjoyed seeing her boss's handsome face all the time, a day off sounded like a true dream come true. She had already caught up with her university assignments, so she could realistically use tommorow to have some fun. Maybe an afternoon at the mall or an evening on Netflix. Or even better - BOTH. Charles could already hear her excited thoughts. He was smiling back.

"Thank you! That would be great. I'm not sure if I deserve it, though."

"You do. But now that I think about it, I have a suggestion."

"What is it?" Arabella inquired nervously.

"No working on your day off...doesn't necessarily mean no Charles."

Arabella laughed. She loved it when he referred to himself in third person. It was absolutely hilarious.

"You want to spend your day off with me?" Charles offered boldly, already predicting her answer.

Arabella put a hand on her heart.

"It would be an honour."

“Don’t go just yet,” he asked quietly. It was so uncharacteristic of him. She had no idea how to react. Charles wasn’t the clingy type. He was cold like 24/7. Was this...a Halloween miracle?

“I won’t,” Arabella whispered.

“Let’s watch a scary movie,” he blurted out all of a sudden.

“Charles, you’re literally minutes away from falling asleep on the couch.”

“Noo, I still have energy. Have you seen It? Come on, Bells, I know you want to!”

Arabella looked at the clock on her phone hesitantly.

“The last subway train is in 15 minutes. If I want to make it home on time, I will have to go now or never.”

“I can drive you home.”

“You’re drunk, I’m not getting in your car!”

Charles hmphed to himself.

“Fine. You can sleep here. Pleaseee, watch it with me!” he whined. Drunk!Charles was apparently a huuuuge baby.

“Charles...” Arabella warned.

“It’s not that I’m scared or anything, I just think it will be dull to watch a movie all by myself. Wait here, I’ll go get my laptop.”

Arabella exhaled deeply. There was no way of saying “no” to him. Whatever Charles wants, Charles gets. Like the little kids. He was back in no time and he sat really close to Bella, placing the laptop on his...well, lap.

“You can hold my hand if you get frightened,” Charles teased.

“I won’t! If anything, you’re the one who’ll be screaming in a couple of minutes.”

Ugh. Her mind was suddenly flooded with mischievous thoughts. To put it mildly, she imagined that sentence out of context. Big mistake.

“We’ll see about that,” Charles smirked, “My offer still stands.”

“Fuck off,” Arabella hissed.

“Insulting your boss is not a very good idea.”

“Just press the play button, boss,” she told him and for once, he listened.

Shockingly, Arabella enjoyed it a lot. Usually, she wasn’t a huge fan of scary movies but this one was different. Maybe because she really liked Bill Skarsgård as an actor. Or maybe because Charles’s legs were practically touching hers throughout the whole movie. She was willing to bet her money on the second one. Once the credits started rolling and Charles hit escape, Arabella realized it was 2am. No wonder, she was so tired. She wondered at how he’d managed to remain awake, considering he was busy all day.

“Aren’t you exhausted?” she asked him, genuinely worried about his terrible sleeping habits.

“Nope.”

“But I am. Besides, you need to get rest if you’re still up for spending my day off with me.”

“Of course. I never break my promises.”

“I know. I’ll take the couch, if that’s okay with you.”

“Sure, yeah, definitely,” Charles rushed through his words.

“In case you’re still feeling bad, I’d like to tell you that I had a wonderful Halloween.”

“Bullshit. I was so inconsiderate of you during the party.”

“I wasn’t talking about the party,” Arabella admitted.

“Oh.”

“Good night, Charles. See you tomorrow.”

Charles stood up anxiously and stared at Arabella silently for a couple of moments that felt like forever. When he realized that he was making her feel uncomfortable, he turned around and hurried upstairs to his room. Arabella helped herself with a glass of water and easily found a blanket. Charles was a terrible host. She supposed she should count herself lucky that she knew the mansion like the back of her hand. Arabella returned to the couch and tried to fall asleep. But all she could think about was watching that damned movie with Charles. And sleep didn’t come easily not because of the scary scenes...She smiled to herself sadly. Happy Halloween, dumbass.

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mrkwonandmrchoibabygirl · 7 years ago

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NOW~G-Dragon Pt.15

Genre:Angst/SMUT Rated:NSFW Pairing: GD X Reader wordcount:8,364 Masterlist DISCLAIMER!:remember this is just an edit of an original book called after by anna todd i do not own this book! TOMMOROW WILL BE 50DSOKJY UPDATE AND NEXT DAY BARED TO HIM AND MAYBE “NOW”

The next morning I wake up before Jiyong and manage to roll him off me and untangle our legs without waking him. The memory of him saying my name in relief and all the secrets about himself he disclosed makes my stomach flutter. He was so unguarded and open last night, it made me care for him even more. The depth of my feelings for him scares me and I feel like I can tell they’re there, but I’m not really ready to face them yet. I get my curling iron and the small bag of Hyuna’s makeup I borrowed, with her permission, of course, and walk down to the bathroom.

The hallway is empty, and no one knocks on the door while I get ready. I’m not as lucky as I make my way back to Jiyong’s room. Three guys come down the hall in my direction, one of them Logan.

“Hey, Y/N!” he chirps and flashes me his perfect smile.

“Hey, how are you?” I feel awkward with the three of them staring at me.

“Good, just on our way out. Are you like moving in here or something?” he says, and laughs.

“No, definitely not. Just . . . um . . . visiting.” I have no clue what to say. The tall guy bends down and whispers something into Logan’s ear. I can’t make out what he says, but I look away. “Well, I will see you guys later,” I say.

“Yeah, see you tonight at the party,” Logan says and walks away.

What party? Why wouldn’t Jiyong mention a party to me? Maybe he doesn’t plan on being there? Or maybe he doesn’t want you to come, my subconscious adds. Who throws a party on a Tuesday, anyway?

When I reach Jiyong’s door, it opens before I reach the handle.

“Where were you?” he says and opens it wide enough for me to walk in.

“Doing my hair. I wanted to let you sleep,” I tell him.

“I told you not to be wandering the halls, Y/N,” he scolds.

“And I told you not to boss me around, Jiyong ,” I add sarcastically, and his features soften.

“Touché.” He laughs and steps closer to me. He places one of his hands on the small of my back and puts the other beneath my shirt and on my stomach. His fingers are rough with calluses but glide gently on my skin, moving higher and higher on my stomach.

“However, you really should wear a bra when you’re roaming the halls of a fraternity house, Y/F/N.” He brings his mouth to my ear at the exact moment that his fingers find my breasts. He rubs over the sensitive area with his thumbs, making them harden under his touch. He sucks in a sharp breath, and I am frozen but my heart is racing. “You never know what kind of perverts are lurking in the halls,” he says softly into my ear.

His thumbs swirl around my nipples, before he pinches them lightly. My head falls to his chest and I am unable to control my moans as his fingers continue their gentle assault.

“I bet I could make you come just by doing this,” he says and applies more pressure.

I had no idea that this could feel this . . . good. I nod and Jiyong chuckles, his mouth against my ear. “Do you want me to do that? Make you come?” he asks and I nod again. Does he even have to ask? My heavy breathing and shaky knees should give it away.

“Good girl, now let’s move to the—” he begins when the alarm on my cell phone goes off.

I snap to attention. “Oh God! We have to leave in ten minutes, Jiyong , and you’re not even dressed. I’m not even dressed!”

I pull away, but he shakes his head and pulls me back to him, this time pulling my pants and panties down my legs. He reaches over and shuts my phone off.

“I only need two minutes; that leaves eight to get dressed.” He lifts me off the floor, taking me over to the bed. He sits me down on it, kneels in front of me, and pulls me by my ankles to the edge. “Spread your legs, baby,” he coos, and I oblige.

I know this wasn’t on my schedule for this morning, but I can’t think of a better way to start my day. His long finger traces up my thighs and he holds me down with one hand. His head dips down and he licks up and down my core once before puckering his lips and sucking. It’s that spot again, oh Lord. My hips buck off the bed and he pushes me back down and continues to hold me down. Using his other hand, he inserts a finger into me, pumping faster than ever before. I can’t decide if his hands or his sucking feels better, but the combination is mind-blowing. Within seconds I feel that burn in the pit of my stomach and he pumps his finger faster.

“I’m going to try two, okay?” he says and I moan in approval. The feeling is strange and a little uncomfortable, like the first time he slipped his one finger inside me, but when he places his lips back on me and sucks again, I forget about the subtle pain. I whimper as Jiyong removes his mouth once more.

“Shit, you’re so tight, baby.” His words alone are going to send me over the edge. “You okay?” he asks.

I grab him by his Hair and push his face down. He chuckles and then attaches his lips again. I moan his name and pull his hair as I experience my strongest orgasm ever. Not that I have had many, but this one was definitely the quickest and strongest. Jiyong places a small kiss on my hipbone before standing and walking to the closet. I lift my head and try to catch my breath. He walks back over and wipes me off with a T-shirt, which might be more embarrassing if I were fully coherent.

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to brush my teeth.” He smiles and exits the room. I stand up and get myself dressed and check the time. We have three minutes until we have to leave. When Jiyong returns, he quickly gets dressed and we’re gone.

“Do you know how to get there?” I ask as he pulls out of the driveway.

“Yeah, my father’s best mate from university is Christian Vance,” he tells me. “I’ve been there a couple of times.”

“Oh . . . wow.” I knew Ken had a connection there, but I didn’t know the CEO was his best friend.

“Don’t worry, he’s a nice guy. A bit of a square but nice; you’ll fit right in.” His smile is contagious. “You look lovely, by the way.”

“Thank you. You seem to be in a good mood this morning,” I say teasingly.

“Yeah, having my head between your thighs this early in the morning seems like an omen for a good day.” He laughs and takes my hand in his.

“ Jiyong!” I scold him, but he only laughs once more.

The drive goes quickly, and in no time we’re pulling around back of a six-story building with mirrored glass sides and a large V placed on the front.

“I’m nervous,” I admit as I check my makeup in the mirror.

“Don’t be; you will do fine. You are so smart, and he’ll see that,” Jiyong assures me.

God, I love when he is nice like this.

“Thank you,” I say and lean across to kiss him. It is a sweet and simple kiss.

“I’ll be in the car waiting for you,” he says and kisses me again.

The inside of the building is just as elegant as the outside. When I reach the front desk, I am given a day pass and instructed to go to the sixth floor. I reach the desk on the sixth floor and give the young man my name.

He flashes his perfect white smile at me before walking me to a large office and saying, “Mr. Vance, Y/N Y/L/N is here,” to a middle-aged man with light patches of facial hair I can see through the doorway.

Mr. Vance waves me in and walks toward me to shake my hand. His brown eyes can be seen from across the room and his smile is comforting and relaxes me as he tells me to have a seat.

“It’s very nice to meet you, T/N. Thank you for coming,” he says.

“Y/N, call me Y/N. Thank you for having me,” I say with a smile.

“So, Y/N, you are a freshman English major?” he asks.

“Yes, sir,” I say, nodding.

“Ken Kwon gave you a great recommendation, says I would be missing out if I didn’t give you an internship.”

“Ken is a very kind man,” I say and he nods, rubbing his beard with his fingers.

He asks me to tell him what I’ve been reading of late and who are my favorite and least favorite authors, and to explain why I feel that way. He nods and hmms through my explanation, and when I finish, he smiles.

“Well, Y/N, when can you begin? Ken says with your courses it’s easy enough to condense your schedule so you can be here two days a week and take classes on campus the other three,” he says and my mouth falls open.

“Really?” is all I can say. This is beyond my expectations. I had assumed I would have to take night classes and come here during the day, if I got the offer.

“Yes, and you will also receive credit hours toward your degree for your time spent here.”

“Thank you so much. This is such an amazing opportunity, thank you, thank you again.” I can’t believe how lucky I am.

“We will discuss your pay Monday when you start.”

“Pay?” I had assumed it would be an unpaid internship.

“Yes, of course you will be paid for your time.” He smiles.

I just nod, afraid that if I open my mouth I will thank him for the thousandth time.

I PRACTICALLY RUN to the car and Jiyong climbs out as I near it.

“Well?” he asks and I squeal.

“I got it! It’s paid and I will be here two days a week and in school three days—and I get college credit—and he was so nice—and your dad is wonderful for doing this for me—and you are, too, of course. I am just so excited and I . . . well . . . I guess that’s it.” I laugh and he wraps his arms around me, squeezing me tight and lifting me into the air.

“I’m so happy for you,” he says and I bury my fingers in his hair.

“Thank you,” I say and he puts me down. “Really, thank you for driving me and waiting in the car.”

He assures me that it’s no problem, and as we both climb into the car he asks, “What do you want to do for the rest of the afternoon?”

“Go back to school, of course; we can still make it to Literature.”

“Really? I bet we could find something much more fun to do.”

“No, I’ve already missed too many classes this week; I don’t want to miss any more. I’m going to Literature, and so should you.” I smile.

He rolls his eyes but nods in agreement.

We make it just in time for class and I gush to Taeyang about the internship. He congratulates me and gives me a tight hug. Jiyong rudely makes gagging noises behind us and I kick back at his leg.

After class Jiyong walks out with Taeyang and me as we discuss the details of the bonfire this Friday. I agree to meet Taeyang at his house at five for dinner and then we’ll go to the bonfire at seven. Jiyong stays quiet during our discussion, and I wonder if he will accompany me. He said at one point he would go, but I’m pretty sure that was only to compete with Seungri. Tae says his goodbyes as we reach the parking lot and walks off, whistling.

“Kwon!” someone calls. We both turn around to see Nate and Chearin walking toward us. Great, Chaerin. She is wearing a tank top and a red leather skirt. It’s only Tuesday and she’s already almost used up her skank quota for the week. She should save that stuff for the weekends.

“Hey,” Jiyong says and takes a step away from me.

“Hey, Y/N,” Chearin says in return.

I return her greeting and stand awkwardly as Jiyong and Nate exchange hellos.

“You’re ready, right?” Nate asks him, and it becomes clear that Jiyong told them to meet him here. I don’t know why I had assumed we would hang out again; it’s not like we can spend every day together, but he could have said something.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” Jiyong tells them and looks at me. “See you around, Y/N,” he casually says and walks off with them. Chaerin looks back at me with a smirk on her makeup-covered face as she climbs into the passenger seat of Jiyong’s car and Nate gets in back.

And I stand on the pavement and wonder what the hell just happened.

During my walk back to my room I realize how foolish I have been, expecting Jiyong to be different than before. I should have known better. I should have known that this was too good to be true. Jiyong kissing me in front of Taeyang, Jiyong being nice and wanting “more.” Jiyong telling me about his childhood. I should have known that as soon as his friends came along he would go right back to the Jiyong that up until two weeks ago I despised.

“Hey, girl! You coming tonight?” Hyuna asks as I walk into our room. Tristan is sitting on her bed staring at her in the adoring way I wish Jiyong would stare at me.

“No, I’m going to study,” I say. It’s nice to know that everyone was invited, yet Jiyong didn’t see fit to even mention the party to me. Probably so he could hang out with Chaerin without any distractions.

“Oh come on! It will be fun. Jiyong will be there.” She smiles and I force one back to her.

“Really, it’s okay. I need to call my mother and catch up with her and plan my assignments for next week.”

“Laaaame!” Hyuna teases and grabs her purse. “Suit yourself. I’ll be out all night, so if you need anything let me know,” she says and hugs me goodbye.

I call my mother and tell her about my internship, and of course she is beyond pleased by my amazing opportunity. I leave Jiyong out of the explanation, but I do mention Ken, though I say he is Tae’s soon-to-be stepfather, which is true. She asks about Hoseok and me, but I dodge her questions. I’m surprised and grateful to find that Hoseok hasn’t told my mother everything. He doesn’t owe me anything, but I’m thankful for his omission. After listening to her talk for far too long about her new coworker, who she believes is having an affair with her boss, I finally tell her I really need to study and I get off the phone. Immediately, my mind goes back to Jiyong , as always. My life was much more simple before I met Jiyong , and now after . . . it is complicated and stressful, and I am either extremely happy or there is this burning in my chest when I think of him with Chaerin.

I will go insane if I just sit here, and it’s only six o’clock by the time I give up trying to study. Maybe I should go for a walk? I really need some more friends. I grab my phone and call Tae.

“Hey, Y/N!” His voice is friendly and soothes some of my anxiety.

“Hey, Taeyang, are you busy?” I ask him.

“No, just watching the game. Why, is something wrong?”

“No, I was just wondering if maybe I could come over and hang out . . . or maybe if your mom doesn’t mind I could take her up on those baking lessons.” I let out a weak laugh.

“Yeah, of course. She would love that—I’ll let her know you’re coming.”

“Okay, the next bus isn’t for thirty minutes, but I will be there as soon as I can,” I tell him.

“Bus? Oh yeah, I forgot you haven’t found a car. I will come get you.”

“No, really, it’s okay. I don’t mind, I don’t want you to go out of your way.”

“Y/N, it’s less than ten miles. I’ll leave now,” he says and I finally agree.

I grab my purse and check my phone one last time. Of course Jiyong hasn’t texted or called me. I hate the way I feel dependent on him, especially when I obviously can’t depend on him.

Determined to be independent, I turn my phone off. If I leave it on, I will go crazy checking it every few minutes. Figuring that I really should just leave it here, I put it in the top drawer of my dresser before I go out to wait for Tae to pick me up.

Minutes later he pulls up and honks lightly. I jump off the curb in surprise and we both laugh as I climb into the car.

“My mother is going insane in the kitchen right now, so be prepared for a very detailed baking lesson,” he says.

“Really? I love the details!”

“I know you do—we’re alike that way,” he says and turns on the radio.

I hear the familiar sound of one of my favorite songs. “Can I turn this up?” I ask and he nods.

“You like the Fray?” he asks in a surprised tone.

“Yes! They’re my favorite band—I love them. Do you like them?”

“Yes! Who doesn’t?” He laughs. I almost tell him Jiyong doesn’t, but then decide against it.

When we arrive at the house, Ken greets us at the door with a friendly smile. I hope he wasn’t expecting Jiyong to be with me, but seeing no disappointment on his face, I smile back.

“Karen is in the kitchen; enter at your own risk,” he says mischievously.

He wasn’t joking. Karen has the entire large island covered in pans, mixing bowls, and a lot of other things I don’t recognize.

“Y/N! I’m just getting everything ready!” She’s beaming as she makes a hand gesture to highlight all the strange equipment.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

“No, not at the moment. I am almost finished. . . . There, I’m done.”

“I hope it wasn’t too late notice for me to come by,” I say.

“Oh no, dear, you are always welcome here,” she assures me and I can tell she means it.

She hands me an apron to wear and I tie my hair up into a bun. Tae sits on the bench and talks to us for a few minutes while Karen shows me all the ingredients used to make cupcakes from scratch. I pour them into the mixer and turn it on low speed.

“I already feel like a professional baker.” I laugh and Tae leans across, wiping his hand across my cheek.

“Sorry, you have some flour on your face.” His cheeks flush and I smile.

I start pouring my cupcake batter into the baking pan. When we put them in the oven and start talking about school and home, Taeyang leaves the “girl talk” and goes to the other room to finish watching a football game he’s recorded.

We get lost in conversation while our creations bake and cool, and when she says it’s time to ice the cupcakes, I look at them and am really pleased with the way mine turned out. Karen shows me how to use the piping bag to make an L on the top of one of them, and I set it aside for Taeyang. Karen expertly pipes flowers and green blades of grass onto her cupcakes while I do the best I can with mine.

“I think it’s cookies next time.” She smiles and places the cupcakes in a serving case.

“Sounds good to me,” I tell her and take a bite of one of my cupcakes.

As Karen adjusts the case of sweets, she asks, “And where’s Jiyong tonight?”

I chew my cake slowly, trying to discern a motive behind her asking. “He’s at his house,” I answer simply. She frowns slightly but doesn’t push it.

Taeyang wanders back into the kitchen and Karen leaves the room to take a few cupcakes to Ken.

“Is this cupcake for me?” Taeyang asks and holds up the cupcake with the squiggly T written in icing.

“Yeah, I have to work on my piping skills.”

He takes a big bite. “The important part is it tastes good,” he says with a full mouth. I giggle and he wipes his mouth.

I eat another cupcake and Taeyang talks about the game, which I don’t really care about, but he’s nice, so I pretend to listen. My mind travels to Jiyong again and I stare out the window.

“Are you okay?” Taeyang pulls me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I was paying attention . . . at first.” I smile apologetically.

“It’s all right. Is it Jiyong ?”

“Yeah . . . how’d you know?” I ask.

“Where is he?”

“The frat house. There’s some party tonight . . .” I start, and then decide to confide in him. “And he didn’t tell me about it. He had his friends meet him and he just said, ‘See you around, Y/N.’ I feel like an idiot even repeating this, I know how stupid I sound, but it’s driving me crazy. That girl Chaerin, he used to mess around with her all the time and she’s with him now, and he didn’t tell them we are . . . whatever we are.” I let out a heavy sigh.

“Aren’t you two supposed to be dating?” Tae asks.

“Yeah . . . well, I thought so but I don’t know now.”

“Why don’t you try to talk to him? Or go to the party?”

I just look at him. “I can’t just go to the party.”

“Why not? You’ve been to their parties before, and you and Jiyong are sort of dating, or whatever this is, and your roommate will be there. I would go if I was you.”

“Really? Hyuna did invite me . . . I don’t know.”

I want to go just to see if Jiyong is with Chaerin but I feel stupid just showing up there.

“I think you should.”

“Will you come with me?” I ask.

“Oh no, no. Sorry, Y/N. We are friends but no-ho-ho.”

I knew he wouldn’t but it was worth asking. “I think I will go. At least to talk to him.”

“Good. Just wipe the flour off your face first.”

He laughs and I gently push his arm. I stay a little while longer to hang out with Tae; I don’t want him to think I was just using him for a roundabout ride to the party, even though I know he doesn’t think that.

“GOOD LUCK; CALL ME if you need me,” he says as I get out of the car in front of the frat house. After he drives away I think of the irony of my leaving my phone in my room to avoid worrying about Jiyong, and yet here I am showing up at his house.

A group of scantily clad girls are standing in the yard, causing me to look down at my outfit: jeans and a cardigan. I barely have any makeup on and my hair is in a bun on top of my head. What the hell was I thinking coming here?

I swallow my anxiety and walk inside. I don’t see any familiar faces except Logan, who’s doing a body shot off a girl wearing only a bra and panties. I walk through the kitchen and someone hands me a red cup full of alcohol, which I put to my lips. If I am going to confront Jiyong , I need alcohol. I push my way through the crowded living room to the couch that their group usually hangs out on. Between bodies and over shoulders, Chaerin’s pink hair comes into view . . .

And I feel sick as I notice she isn’t sitting on the couch, but on Jiyong’s lap. His hand is on her thigh and she leans back against him, laughing among her friends like this is the most normal thing in the world.

How did I get myself in this situation with Jiyong ? I should have stayed away from him. I knew it then and I am slapped in the face with it now. I should just leave. I don’t belong here, and I don’t want to cry in front of these people again. I am sick of crying over Jiyong , and I am done trying to make him something he isn’t. Every time I think I feel as low as I can, he does something else that makes me realize I previously had no idea of the real pain that unrequited feelings can cause. I watch as Chaerin puts her hand over Jiyong ’s; he moves his away, only to put it on her hip, giving her a playful squeeze and she giggles. I try to force myself to move, to back up, to run, to crawl, to do anything to get me out of here, but my eyes are locked on the boy I was falling for while his eyes are locked on her.

“Y/N!” someone calls. Jiyong’s head snaps up and his brown eyes meet mine. They are wide with shock, and Chaerin looks my way, then leans farther onto Jiyong . His lips part as if he is going to say something, but he doesn’t.

Seungri appears at my side and I finally force my eyes from Jiyong’s. I try to muster a smile for him, but all of my energy is being used to prevent myself from bursting into tears.

“Do you want a drink?” Seungri asks and I look down. I was holding a cup of beer, wasn’t I?

At my feet is my cup, the beer spilled across the carpet. I take a step away from it; I normally would clean it up and apologize, but right now I would rather just pretend it wasn’t mine. It’s so crowded in here, nobody will know.

I have two options: I can run out of here in tears and let Jiyong know he got the best of me, or I can put on a brave face and act like I don’t care about him and the way he is still holding Chaerin on his lap.

I decide to go with option two.

“Yes, please. I’d love a drink,” I say, my voice strained.

I follow Seungri to the kitchen, mentally psyching myself up so I can get through this party. I wanted to go over and curse Jiyong out, tell him to never speak to me again, slap him and rip Chaerin’s pink hair out of her head. However, he would probably just smirk the whole time, so instead I decide to gulp down the entire cherry vodka sour that Seungri makes me and ask for another. Jiyong has ruined too many of my nights, and I refuse to be that girl.

Seungri makes me another sour, but when I hold my cup out again a couple of minutes later, he laughs and holds up his hands. “Whoa, slow down, killer. You already drank two!”

“It just tastes really good.” I laugh and lick the remaining cherry flavor off my lips.

“Well, let’s just take it slow on this one, yeah?”

When I agree, he mixes me up another one and then says, “I think we are about to play another round of Truth or Dare.”

What is with these guys and their annoying games of Truth or Dare? I thought people stopped playing those ridiculous games when they were in high school. The pain in my chest returns as my mind goes over all the things Jiyong and Chaerin may have already been dared to do tonight.

“What did I miss during the last round?” I ask him with the best flirty smile I can manage. I probably look insane, but he smiles back, so it seems to work.

“Just some drunk people sucking face, the usual.” He shrugs. The lump in my throat rises but I swallow it back down with my drink. I give a fake laugh and continue to drink out of my cup as we make our way back to the others. Seungri takes a seat on the floor diagonally from Jiyong and Chaerin’s spot on the couch, and I sit down next to him, closer than I usually would, but that’s the point. Part of me had assumed Jiyong would have gotten Chaerin off his lap by now, but he hasn’t. So I lean in a little closer yet to Seungri.

Jiyong’s eyes draw to slits, but I ignore him. Chaerin is still perched on his lap like the whore she is, and Hyuna gives me a sympathetic smile and glances toward Jiyong . The vodka is beginning to take its effect as Nate’s turn comes around.

“Truth or dare?” Hyuna asks.

“Truth,” he answers, and she rolls her eyes.

“Pussy.” Her colorful language never ceases to surprise me. “Okay . . . Is it true that you pissed in Tristan’s closet last weekend?” she asks and they all start laughing except me. I have no clue what they are talking about.

“No! I already told you guys that wasn’t me!” he groans, making everyone laugh harder. Seungri looks over and winks at me in the middle of the uproar.

I hadn’t really noticed before, but, Geez, he is hot. Really hot.

“Y/N, you playing?” Steph asks and I nod. I look up at Jiyong, who is staring at me. I smile at him, then look back at Seungri. The frown on Jiyong’s face takes a little pressure off my chest. He should feel as terrible as I do.

“Okay, truth or dare?” Chaerin asks.

Of course she would be the one to ask me.

“Dare,” I bravely say. God knows what she will have me do.

“I dare you to kiss Seungri.” A few gasps and chuckles are heard.

“We already know how she feels about kissing people; pick something else,” Jiyong says through his teeth.

“Actually, it’s fine.” He wants to play, we can play.

“I don’t think—” Jiyong starts to say.

“Shut up, Jiyong ,” Hyuna says and gives me an encouraging smile.

I can’t believe I agreed to kiss Seungri, even if he’s one of the most attractive people I have ever seen. I have only really kissed Hoseok and Jiyong ; I figure Johnny from elementary school doesn’t count, especially since he tasted like glue.

“You sure?” Seungri asks. He’s trying to act concerned but I can see the excitement in his perfect features.

“Yeah, I am sure.” I take another drink, forcing myself not to look up at Jiyong , lest I change my mind. Everyone’s eyes are on us as Seungri licks his lips and leans in to kiss me. His lips are cold from his drink and I can taste the sweetness of the cherry juice on his tongue. His lips are soft, yet hard against mine, and his tongue moves expertly with mine. I feel the heat rising in my stomach, not nearly as hot as with Jiyong , but it feels so good that when Seungri’s hands move to my waist, we both move up to our knees—

“Okay . . . damn. She said kiss, not fuck in front of everyone,” Jiyong says and Chaerin tells him to shut up.

I let my eyes go over to Jiyong , and he looks mad, beyond mad. But he brought this upon himself.

I pull away from Seungri and feel my cheeks flush as everyone stares at us. Hyuna gives me a thumbs-up, but I look at the ground. Seungri looks very pleased and I feel embarrassed but thrilled with Jiyong’s reaction.

“Y/N, your turn to ask Tristan,” Seungri says. Tristan chooses dare, so I give him the least creative dare and have him take a shot.

“Seungri, truth or dare?” Tristan asks as he chases his shot.

I down the rest of my drink, and the more I drink, the more numb my emotions become.

“Dare,” Seungri answers, and Hyuna whispers something in Tristan’s ear that makes him grin.

“I dare you to take y/n upstairs for ten minutes,” Tristan says, and I choke on my breath. This is too much.

“That’s a good one!” Chaerin says and laughs at my expense.

Seungri looks at me as if asking me if I’m okay with it. Without thinking, I stand up and grab Seungri’s hand. He looks as surprised as everyone else, but he stands up, too.

“This isn’t part of Truth or Dare, this is . . . um . . . well, it’s fucking dumb,” Jiyong says.

“Why does it matter? They are both single and it’s all in good fun, so why do you care?” Chaerin asks him.

“I . . . I don’t care. I just think it’s stupid,” Jiyong answers and my chest hurts again. He obviously had no plan to tell any of his friends that we are . . . were . . . whatever we were. He has been using me this entire time, I am just another girl to him and I was foolish, beyond foolish, to think otherwise.

“Well, good thing it’s none of your business, Jiyong,” I snap and pull Seungri by the hand.

“Burn!” “Damn!” I hear a few voices say, and Jiyong swears at them as Seungri and I walk away. We find a random bedroom at the top of the stairs and Seungri pulls the door open and turns the light on.

Now that I am away from Jiyong , I begin to feel much more nervous being alone with Seungri. No matter how angry I am, I don’t want to mess around with Seungri. Well, I wouldn’t say I don’t want to, but I know I shouldn’t. I’m not that type of girl.

“So what do you want to do?” I squeak.

He chuckles a little and leads me to the bed. Oh Lord.

“Let’s just talk, yeah?” he says and I nod and look down at the floor. “Not that I wouldn’t love to do many other things with you, but you’re intoxicated and I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

I gasp.

“Surprised?” He beams and I laugh.

“A little,” I admit.

“Why? I’m not a jerk, like Jiyong ,” he says and I look away again. “You know, I thought you and Jiyong had something going on for a little bit.”

“No . . . we are just . . . well, we were friends, but not anymore.” I don’t want to admit how stupid I was for believing Jiyong ’s lies.

“So are you still seeing your boyfriend from high school?” he asks.

Relieved not to be talking about Jiyong , I relax and say, “No, we broke up.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. He was a lucky guy,” he says with a sweet smile.

Seungri is so charming. I find myself staring into his caramel eyes; his eyelashes are fuller than mine. “Thanks.”

“Maybe I could take you out sometime? On a proper date? Like, not into a bedroom at a frat party,” he says, then chuckles nervously.

“Um . . .” I don’t know what to say.

“How about I ask again tomorrow when you’re sober?” He is much nicer than I thought he would be. Usually guys as attractive as him are jerks . . . like Jiyong.

“Deal.”

He takes my hand again. “All right then! Let’s go back down.”

When we walk back downstairs, Jiyong andChaerin are still on the couch, but Jiyong now has a drink and Chaerin has moved so her legs are draped over him from the side. When Jiyong’s eyes dart down to where my hand is intertwined with Seungri’s, I jerk away without thinking, but then grab it again quickly. Jiyong clenches his jaw and I look away into the crowd of partiers.

“How was it?” Chaerin smirks.

“Fun,” I answer and Seungri stays quiet. I will thank him later for not correcting me.

“It’s Chaerin’s turn,” Nate announces as we sit back on the floor.

“Truth or dare?” Jiyong asks her.

“Dare, of course.”

And Jiyong looks right into my eyes and says, “I dare you to kiss me.”

My heart stops, literally. It stops beating; he is a bigger asshole than I ever imagined. My ears are swimming and my heart is pounding as Chaerin shoots a boastful glance my way before she latches herself to Jiyong . All the anger I feel toward Jiyong is washed away and replaced by hurt, all-consuming hurt and the feel of hot tears on my face. I can’t watch anymore, I just can’t.

Within seconds, I’m on my feet and pushing through the drunk crowd. I hear Seungri and Hyuna both call after me, but the room feels like it’s spinning and when I close my eyes all I can see is Chaerin and Jiyong . Knocking into people and not looking back, I finally reach the door and the fresh air outside fills my lungs and brings me back to reality.

How could he be so cruel? I run down the stairs on the sidewalk. I have to get away from here. I wish I had never met him, I wish I had had a different roommate. I even wish I had never come to WCU.

“Y/N!” I hear and I turn around, convinced I am imagining it until I see Jiyong running after me

I have never been very athletic, but my adrenaline is in full effect and I push my legs to go faster. I reach the end of the street, but begin to tire. Where the hell am I going to go? I don’t remember the path that I walked back to my dorm last time, and I stupidly left my phone in my room. To prove a point. About my independence from Jiyong . Jiyong , who’s chasing me and yelling, “Y/N, stop!”

And I do stop. I stop dead in my tracks. Why am I even running from him? He needs to explain why he keeps playing games with me.

“What did Seungri say to you?”

What? When I turn around to face him, he is only a few feet away and has a shocked expression; he didn’t actually expect I would stop.

“What, Jiyong ! What could you possibly want from me?” I scream. My heart is pounding from running, and from his breaking it.

“I . . .” He seems to be at a loss for words for once. “Did Seungri say something to you?”

“No . . . why would he?” I take another step forward so I am face-to-face with him, my anger rolling off me in waves.

“I’m sorry, okay?” he says quietly. He looks into my eyes and reaches his hand out to take mine, but I swat it away. He ignores my question about Seungri but I am too mad to care.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry?” I repeat, my voice coming out in a laugh.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Go to hell, Jiyong .” I begin to walk away, but he grabs my arm again. My anger boils over and my hand flies up and smacks him, hard. I am as surprised by my own violence as he is, and I almost want to apologize for hitting him, but the pain he has caused me is so much more than a cuff on the cheek.

His hand moves to his face, slowly rubbing over the red skin of his cheek. He looks at me, anger and confusion stirring behind his eyes.

“What the hell is your problem? You were the one kissing Seungri!” he yells. A car passes and the driver stares but I ignore him. I don’t care about causing a scene right now.

“You’re not seriously trying to blame me! You lied to me and played me like a fool, Jiyong Just when I thought I could trust you, you humiliate me! If you wanted to be with Chaerin, why not just tell me to leave you alone? No, instead, you feed me that bullshit about wanting more and beg me to stay the night with you just so you can use me! What was the point—what did you get out of it—oh, besides a blow job?” I scream. The word tastes odd coming out of my mouth.

“What? You think that’s what I am doing? You think I’m using you?” he shouts.

“No, that’s not what I think, Jiyong —that’s what I know. But guess what? I’m done, I am so beyond done. I will change dorms if I have to so I don’t have to see you again!” I say, and mean it. I don’t need any of these people making my life worse.

“You’re overreacting,” he says flatly, and it takes everything in me not to slap him again.

“I’m overreacting? You didn’t tell your friends about us—you didn’t tell me about this party, and then you left me standing in the parking lot like a dumbass while you left with Chaerin, of all people! Then I show up here to find Chaerin on your lap, and then you kiss her. Right in front of me, Jiyong . I’d say my reaction is quite justified,” I say, my voice drawing to a whisper at the end, exhausted. I wipe fresh tears from my face and blink up at the night sky.

“You kissed Seungri right in front of me! And I didn’t tell you about the party because I don’t have to! You wouldn’t have wanted to come anyway—you would have been too busy studying or watching the damn paint dry,” he barks.

I look at his blurry form through my watery eyes and ask him simply, “So why even waste your time with me? Why even follow me out here, Jiyong?” When he doesn’t say anything, I have my answer. “That’s what I thought. You thought you could come out here and say sorry and I would accept and stay a secret, your boring little hidden girlfriend. You’re wrong; you took my kindness for weakness and you were sadly mistaken.”

“Girlfriend? You thought you were my girlfriend?” he howls.

The pain in my chest is magnified by a thousand and I can barely stand. “No . . . I,” I start to say. I don’t know what to say.

“You did, didn’t you?” he says, laughing.

“You know . . . I did,” I admit. I am already humiliated, so I have nothing to lose. “You fed me that bullshit about wanting more, and I believed you. I believed all the shit you said to me, all the things you claimed to never tell anyone, but I’m sure that was all bullshit, too. I’m sure none of that even happened.” I shrug, giving up completely. “But you know what? I’m not even mad at you; I’m mad at myself for believing it. I knew how you were before I started to fall for you. I knew you would hurt me. What were your words, You’ll destroy me? No, ruin, you’ll ruin me. Well, congratulations, Jiyong, you won,” I sob.

Pain flashes in his eyes . . . well, what looks like pain. It is probably humor.

I no longer care about winning or losing or playing these exhausting games. I turn away from him again and begin to walk back toward the house, figuring I’ll find someone’s phone to use to call Taeyang or somehow get a ride back to the dorms.

“Where are you going?” he asks. It hurts that he doesn’t have anything to say, that he has offered me no explanation. He has only confirmed what I already knew, that he is heartless.

I walk faster, ignoring him. He trails behind me, calling my name a couple more times, but I refuse to let myself be charmed by his voice again.

When I get back to the house’s front steps, of course I spot Chaerin’s pink hair outside. “Aww, look, she is waiting for you. You two really are perfect for each other,” I call over my shoulder to Jiyong .

“It’s not like that and you know it,” he grumbles.

“I don’t know anything, obviously,” I snap and climb two steps at a time.

Seungri appears in the doorway, and I rush to his side. “Can I use your phone? Please?” I beg and he nods.

“Are you okay? I tried to go after you, but you were long gone,” he says and I nod.

Jiyong stands in front of Seungri and me while I call Taeyang and ask him to pick me up. Seungri and Jiyong stare at each other for a second when they hear me say Tae’s name, then Seungrilooks away and back down at me. “Is he coming?” he asks, his voice full of concern.

“Yeah, he will be here in a few minutes. Thank you for letting me use your phone,” I tell him, ignoring Hardin.

“No problem. Do you want me to wait with you?” he asks.

“No, I will wait with her,” Jiyong injects, his voice full of venom.

“I would love it if you could wait with me, Seungri,” I say and walk back down the steps with him. Jiyong , being the asshole that he is, follows us and stands behind us awkwardly. Hyuna, Tristan, and Chaerin trickle down, too.

“Are you okay?” Hyuna asks.

“Yeah,” I say, nodding. “I’m leaving, though. I shouldn’t have even come here.”

When Hyuna hugs me, Chaerin mutters under her breath, “You got that right.”

My head snaps around at the sound of her voice. I hate confrontation usually, but I hate Chaerin even more. “You’re right! I shouldn’t be here. I’m not as adept as you at getting drunk and hanging all over every guy in the place.”

“Excuse me?” she says.

“You're excused.”

“What’s your problem? Mad that I kissed Jiyong ? Because, guess what, sweetie, I kiss Jiyong all the time,” she brags.

I feel the blood draining from my face. I look at Jiyong , who doesn’t say anything. So he’s been messing with Chaerin the entire time? This doesn’t surprise me as much as it should. I don’t even have a comeback for her. I try to think of something to say back, anything really, but I can’t. I’m sure as soon as I walk away I will think of ten replies, but right now I have nothing.

“Let’s go inside . . .” Tristan suggests and grabs Chaerin and Hyuna by their arms. I try to give him a thankful smile as they start to go.

“You too, Jiyong . Get away from me,” I say and stare at the street.

“I haven’t kissed her, I mean lately. Except for tonight. I swear,” he says.

Why is he saying this in front of them?

Chaerin turns around.

“I don’t really give a shit who you kiss. Now get away from me,” I repeat.

A huge wave of relief washes over me as I see Tae’s car pull up. “Thanks again,” I tell Seungri.

“No problem, don’t forget what we talked about,” he says hopefully, reminding me of our supposed “date.”

“Y/N . . .” Jiyong calls as I step toward the car. When I ignore him, he calls louder. “Y/N!”

“I have said everything I have to say to you, Jiyong . I am done listening to you and your bullshit—now leave me the fuck alone!” I scream, turning around to face him. I am aware everyone’s eyes are on us, but I have had enough.

“I . . . Y/N, I . . .”

“You what? You what, Jiyong ?” I scream even louder.

“I . . . I love you!” he yells.

And all the air disappears from my lungs.

And Chaerin sounds like she is choking.

And Hyuna looks like she has seen a ghost.

And for a few moments everyone just stands there, like something alien has passed by us and left us frozen. When at last I can speak, I say quietly, “You’re sick, Jiyong , you’re really fucking sick.”

Despite the fact that I know this is part of his game, it still awakens something inside me to hear those words come off his lips. I grab for the door handle on Tae’s car but I am yanked away by Jiyong .

“It’s true, I do. I know you won’t believe me, but I do. I love you.” His eyes brim with tears. His lips press in a hard line and he covers his face with his hands. He takes a step back, then another forward, and when he takes his hands away, his brown eyes appear sincere, full of panic.

Jiyong . . . he’s a better actor than I thought. I can’t believe he is doing this in front of everyone.

I shove him backward and open the car door, locking it before Jiyong regains his balance. As Tae drives off, Jiyong bangs his hands against the window, and I put my hands over my face so he doesn’t see me cry

DRAMARAMA RAMAMAMA HEY! YOUR THOUGHTS IN ASK BOX TEAM SEUNGRI OR TEAM JIYONG?

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lapushandforks · 7 years ago

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Who Are You

Chapter 1: The Girl With Multiple Names.

https://lapushandforks.tumblr.com/post/172706475975/who-are-you

Chapter 2: The Animal

https://lapushandforks.tumblr.com/post/172803302735/who-are-you

I own nothing from the original Twilight Saga. All credit goes to the amazing creators.

The next few days were normal, school and work. I listened to my mother and decided to have a relaxing weekend off. Friday afternoon I texted Ally if she wanted to go to Port Angles to shop around, she agreed so I decided to get ready. I looked through my closet and picked out my outfit, threw my jacket on and headed to pick her up. When I got to her house, I saw an odd car out front. I went inside her house and heard people laughing. I went to the kitchen and saw Ally with a boy I've seen around school, Embry I think, and Paul. She saw me walk in and got excited.

“Guess what Ruby! These two are also going to Port Angles, and I said they could tag along!” With Ally, the more the merrier.

“Great. Let’s go.” I sighed. I didn't want them to come, but I wanted to make Ally happy.

“Just think of it as our date.” Paul laughed.

“Better have my pack than.” Embry and Ally laughed and kept looking at each other. I’ve never met Embry but I know Ally has had a crush on him forever and I’m glad she finally found a way to talk to him. We all got in the car and headed out. Paul and I were in the front with Ally and Embry in the back. They were talking the whole way and barely made a note to add us in the conversation.

“How was your week?” Paul asked me.

“Oh you know, living the dream,” I responded. He kept asking me questions, what my favorite color, season, teacher, and all that jazz. I hated small talk. Finally, we arrived at the restruant we were going to eat at. We went inside and sat down. Embry and Ally in their own world.

“Have you ever been here?” Paul asked.

I had, with my father. It was our favorite place. “Yah, a few times.” I answered. He could tell something was wrong and didnt add to that conversation. We ordered our food, and countined without talking. We finished eating; Ally and Embry decided they wanted ice cream after so they went off on their own. Me and Paul just walked around town, I kept catching Paul staring at me. We didnt talk until an hour after walking around.

“Jane, youre beautfuil.” He turned to me. I was shocked, what brought this on?

“Oh, thank you.” i said wanting to keep walking. He grabbed me and made me stand by him. I dont understand why this is happening.

“Let’s go back to Embry and Ally.” I said trying to get away.

“What are you doing tommorow?”

“I dont know.”

“Why dont you come over to my place?” He looked hopeful.

“Paul, I dont know where these feelings are coming from, you dont even know me.”

“I want to know you.” He smiled. I was taken aback.

“Lets go find our friends.” I said walking away, and this time he let me. He didnt bring up the idea until we got to the car. Ally and Embry were walking down the streets, laughing and happy. I smiled knowing she was happy. She desevered it.

Paul looked at me, “So tomorrow come over around 11?”

I sighed. “Sure.” His smile grew so quickly. We all got in the car and headed home. I was going to spend the night at Allys. When we got to her house, her and Embry went upstairs.

“Paul you can stay as well!” She yelled down. “Night guys!”

“Night Ally.” I sighed and went to the living room. I sat on the couch and flipped through channels. Paul came back with popcorn and we sat there, just watching TV. Next, think I remember is waking up with my head on his lap. I checked my phone and it was nearly 3 am. I quickly got up and moved to to the other side of the couch and went back to bed, thinking of how warm Paul was. He was like a sun, warm and bright. I feel asleep with a smile.

#paul lahote #embry call #fan fic #twilight #new moon #la push #port angles

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amadisonfxo · 4 years ago

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I don’t give myself enough credit. Not enough for all that I’ve been through alone. I spent my hard days alone on back roads, I spend hours in my room organizing and planning, not even for anything specific I just tend to have 1000 of ideas that I just need to get out in the world or just on a piece of paper to remember, I spend afternoons alone cleaning my dads house, for what? He’s been gone for months at a time.

The worst one that I didn’t even realize until this week was that, a moment you’re supposed to share with someone, anyone close to you, was shared with me and me only. Maybe I am the most important influence, motivator, teacher, you get the point, in my own life. I don’t know anyone who is more thoughtful, sympathetic, organized and consistent as me. I wish words like that didn’t sound so cocky. It’s just true. I still live with my parents, I have sisters I have lots, but nobody came to see my grad dress, I came home so excited and told them I was going back tommorow to get it and eh nobody really cared that much, which is fine. For me. But seeing everyone else’s moms come in and take their picture and send it to their friends, shed some tears maybe. I don’t know. The thought of my experience seems empty. I wouldn’t really want it any other way now that I think about it, it just seems like something that would happen for me.

I truly feel I have the most utter sense of self reliance and independence. I don’t feel like I deserve a single penny from anybody, I truly have a hard time taking even pay backs from my parents for picking up groceries. It sounds damn silly but I truly truly can’t imagine why anyone would owe me a single thing. I believe that I make my own world and If I want something I’m gonna need to work for it. Absolutely nobody is responsible for my success, my happiness, my growing, but me. Absolutely nobody else.

In bed thoughts 11.18.20

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magnusrayne · 7 years ago

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Hi Rayne! Tommorow is a half day and after school I am planning to take the bus uptown and catch up in a cafe for the afternoon. I'm excited because I'll have time to myself but also nervous because I'm going to be alone.. uptown. I might take some photos too if the weather is nice. How are you doing? I hope your day was good.

Oooh that sounds so nice. Have fun and be safe, darlin. Take tons of pictures and enjoy the day!!

I’m doing okay, takin care of a sickly Hiccup. 💙🐝💙

#itsaquietnight #;answered

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vintageladylemondrop · 8 years ago

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The Vanishing of Ladybug and Chat Noir - Chapter 1

Hiya,

So I’m super pleased to present the first chapter of this fic , it’s an idea I’ve had floating around for awhile. I will continue to write and see where the story goes. I don’t write much but I’ve felt really inspired lately. Side Notes - I’ve marked there texts with (A) for Adrien and (M) for Marinette so you can tell whose texted who. This fic is rated T for now.

-Enjoy

Chapter 1 - Disappearance and Discovery

(Setting - Marinettes bedroom)

“Marinette , I’m going to go away for a little while” Tikki said softly.“ I don’t have much time to explain, but I’m being called to join the other kwamis. Your battle earlier has generated something unusual.”

Marinette began to retrace today’s battle in her head. Tikki wasn’t kidding , it definitely wasn’t everyday that Hawkmoth materialized in front of her and Chat Noir. The fight had been the usual akuma banter. Someone down on their luck was always being taken advantage of in Paris.

Well… at least the fight had been typical until Hawkmoth appeared. Chat had brashly rushed over to Hawkmoth without thinking it through. A formidable force had emerged from Chat Noir’s Baton as it clashed with Hawkmoth’s Staff . She recalled that the strength of it’s light had made tears well up in her eyes. Hawkmoth managed to getaway because Chat could get so excitable at times. She was still kind of upset with him for rushing in like that without thinking it through.

“Tikki…I don’t understand?” Marinette questioned, Tikki continued “ When something as powerful as today’s battle happens , it can cause a kind of shockwave.” Tikki paused for a moment and began to fade a little in Marinette’s palm. “A new kwami is going to be born , and it needs energy. We kwamis all share a universal energy , so we must retreat into our miraculous to conserve energy so the new kwami can be born…” Tikki began to yawn “ You won’t be able to transform, but but your still ladybug…you must remember that…” “ Tikki… How long are you going to be gone? How am I supposed to be ladybug without you.” Marinette mumbled as the little red figure began to dissapear from her palm “Marinette have a little more faith in yourself … you are ladybug… just remember ….” Tikki continued to ramble, but her voice trailed off. Marinette looked at her empty palm in silence. Tikki was gone.

(Setting - Adrien’s Bedroom)

Adrien knew he had really screwed it up this time. He knew he had caused everything to go wrong today. He had charged against Hawkmoth despite his better judgement. “How pitiful of a kitten you are” Hawkmoth’s voice rang in his head. Adrien had gotten so angry and… and now Plagg was gone.

Adrien leaned against the tall window in his room and looked out at the Parisian sky, and let out a sigh. What had happened to him earlier? He couldn’t remember much , maybe Ladybug could fill in the details. “I am sure Ladybug is never going to let me live this one down” he grumbled under his breath.“That is if I ever get to see her again.”

Plagg hadn’t been too good with the details of why he had to retreat into the miraculous, but he thought he understood the gist of it. Though his kwami had neglected to tell him when he might be coming back. How long did creating a kwami take anyway? He didn’t know. Heck Plagg was how many thousands of years old? Did that mean that it could take a really long time?

Thousands of questions rolled around in his mind as he crawled into his bed. He thought about when he would get to see Ladybug again since he couldn’t leave on a whim anymore. He was stuck in his daily routine until Plagg decided to come back. What would he say to her when he did see her, after all this was his fault. Adrien started to swim in his thoughts.

(Setting - A couple of months ago during a night patrol)

Ladybug was perched over the railing. She looked over at her Partner. Chat stepped closer to her, he felt something was off with his Lady tonight. “Chat… Is it just me or have the attacks lately been pretty rough” she asked. After a moment Chat responded. “I mean it’s not anything you and I can’t handle my Lady… Besides aren’t - ” Chat was cutoff by Ladybug. “ I mean what if … If one us gets our miraculous taken or … worse one of us gets hospitalized! what are we supposed to do then Chat?!” Ladybug questioned. Chat leaned closer to her. “I won’t let that happen.” he paused for a moment and looked Ladybug in the eyes “ I swear.” he said softly.

(Setting - Presently in Adrien’s Bedroom)

His thoughts had drifted to that night, even though he had tried to ease her worries, she continued to protest until the both of them had agreed on a back up plan. The plan being that if any kind of emergency were to occur, they needed to be able to find each other. They had traded envelopes with each other, that contained enough information so they could find each other if necessary.

That particular envelope was tucked away in one of his closet drawers. He had been tempted so many times to open it, but he couldn’t bring himself to betray the trust he and Ladybug had as partners… But was this something she would consider an emergency? It’s not like one of them was hurt, and his kwami being gone most likely meant that Hawkmoth’s kwami had also for the moment disappeared … meaning Hawkmoth would also be benched for awhile.

No, if he thought about it she definitely wouldn’t consider this to be an emergency. He was sure about that. He had started to doze off when his phone buzzed on the night stand. He picked up his phone and was immediately bombarded with the light in his eyes. A text popped up and it read

(M)-What the heck were you thinking today! You were so reckless.

He squinted at the light and read the name above the message. Marinette-Dupain Cheng.

(Setting - Half an hour earlier in Marinette’s Bedroom)

Was this an emergency… Marinette pondered. Well, No not really… but the kwamis had dissapeared, and Tikki had said all of them… But wait did that mean Hawkmoth couldn’t fight ethier? She didn’t know, she really hoped Hawkmoth wasn’t able to akumatize the citizens of Paris. That could be a big problem since she was out of commission and couldn’t really cleanse the akumas right now. Tikki was right, she needed to remember she was still Ladybug with or without her suit. She knew this could be her chance to catch Hawkmoth or at least figure out where he was hiding.

She started to mumble to herself in the dark “Maybe I should get in contact with Chat… but I don’t know.” She really wasn’t sure if now was what she would consider an emergency, but maybe with Hawkmoth out of commission, she could try and find him while he was powerless. She was probably going to need that silly cats help. “Oh Tikki what would you do in my situation?” She tried to imagine what her little red kwami might say in this situation, but that only proved to confuse Marinette even more.

Marinette climbed into her bed but was restless, she was Ladybug! She couldn’t just sit there and wait for Tikki to comeback she had to act while her enemy was weak. “That’s it!” She whispered to herself “ I’m opening the envelope.”

Marinette rose from her bed and fumbled her way over to her dresser, turned on a light and pulled the letter from the back of her drawer. She sat down on her bed, took a gulp of air and carefully opened the envelope. In it was a small piece of notebook paper, it read - for my Lady, scrawled below that was a phone number.

She quickly input the number into her phone and saved it as a contact under the name CN. Wait… how late was it? 1:26AM. Would he even be awake at this hour? She soon decided that didn’t matter since he would see it in the morning anyway. She quickly sent the new contact a text. It read,

(M)- What the heck were you thinking today! You were so reckless.

She was still mad at him for earlier, though she had come to realization that the kwamis disappearance wasn’t Chats fault. She had been a bit harsh with him earlier, but something had felt wrong with him today. She decided to crawl into her bed. Marinette had almost fallen asleep only to be woken by a ding. She groaned and went to grab her phone, she had a reply from Chat.

(A)- Why are you texting me so late? Are you okay?

She got irritated with him, of course she wasn’t okay! She fumbled with her phone and replied

(M)- Of course I’m not okay! My kwami disappeared after our battle with Hawkmoth today. What did you think I wouldn’t be mad?

It took a few minutes for Marinette to receive a response from Chat. She assumed it was because she had given him an earful after this afternoons battle.

(A) - I know I was reckless today. I’m sorry I didn’t mean for this to happen My lady. If it makes you feel any better my kwami is also gone.

(M)- I know this wasn’t an emergency but I just felt like we can still make use of our current situation. We also don’t know how long our kwamis are going to be gone.

(A)- It’s alright I thought about opening my envelope as well. What kind of plan did you have.

(M)- I have a plan, but it’s going to be easier to explain in person. We are going to have to meet in person.

Marinette paused for a moment unsure if she had made the right decision.

(M)-Is that alright with you, after all it’s our identities on the line.

(A)- It would be my puurrleasure my lady.

(M)- Okay, it’s late so save the cat puns for tommorow

(A)- goodnight.

(M)- night.

Marinette yawned, plugged in her phone, slid into bed and wondered what she had gotten herself into.

(Setting - Adrien’s Bedroom the next morning)

Tap! tap! tap!, Adrien was awoken to the sound of a knock in his door, he heard Natalie on the other side “Adrien your going to be late for lessons if you don’t get up soon” He shouted back “Okay I’m getting up now” He felt like a mess, he hadn’t slept much, because Ladybug had texted him… Well okay it wasn’t just that. He had discovered last night that Marinette was Ladybug. That had come as such a relief to Adrien because it was someone he knew, and a friend no less.

He could work with this. It was Marinette, the most likable girl in his grade. He loved Ladybug and he had sworn that if he ever figured out who she was, he would tell her how he felt…but for now he wasn’t going to push that on Marinette. After his conversation last night, he got the feeling that Marinette didn’t know he was Chat and he wasn’t exactly on good terms with his lady at the moment. His mind buzzed with thoughts of seeing Marinette at school. He couldn’t stop smiling ear to ear on the drive to school.

(Setting- Dupain-Cheng Bakery)

“Ugghhh” Marinette groaned as she rolled out of her bed. She had stayed up late texting that stupid cat. She was drawn toward the smell of fresh bread baking downstairs “Food” she mumbled. Marinette hadn’t even bothered to get dressed before going downstairs.

She sat down at the table and her mother brought her something to eat. “Marinette?…did you stay up late last night” her mother asked. “No Maman I just had trouble sleepinhmph” Marinette replied with a mouthful of food in her mouth. Wait what had she done last night? When she remembered she had texted Chat, she choked on her drink. She started to cough , and it took a moment for her to calm down. “Are you sure your alright dear?” Her mother questioned. Marinette answered “Yes I promise I’m alright Maman”. Marinette was nervous about everything. What if an akuma shows up? What if Chat doesn’t like me? What if Tikki never comes back? All these questions plagued Marinette throughout the morning. Her mother continued to poke and prod her with more questions until Marinette shoved off to school.

(Setting - At the school)

Marinette had barely managed to scoot into her seat before the bell went off , Adrien had taken notice of this. Her being Ladybug really made sense, from her constant absences to her bluebell eyes. How did he not see all the connections before now. Adrien thought maybe this was because he had always put her on this podium. Well to be fair Ladybug was amazing. He always saw Ladybug as someone he could never reach… even though he was Chat Noir he still felt so apart from Ladybug. Marinette was sitting right in front of Adrien but she still felt so far away from him , but he was more than glad to be next to her, because he felt much closer to her than before.

#miraculous ladybug #the tales of ladybug and cat noir #ladynoir #adrinette #marichat #ladrien #marinette cheng #adrien agreste

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