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bambisnc · 3 months

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he's the one that's livin' in my system baby! [01]

pairing : sungchan x reader genre : fluffy roommates au <3 lil angst bc reader is really out here questioning their whole existence (js like me fr) cw/tw : none! wc : 516 w 0.0

10 days to go till finals. you are not holding up as well you would have liked. it's not as if you're not studying it's just.. the need to achieve near perfect status in each subject leads to anxiety which in turn leads to procrastination. shocker.

you sigh, pushing your chair away from the desk and stretch in an attempt to provide relief to your sore muscles - a result of being hunched over your notebook, doodling away mindlessly. you were supposed to have completed 4 chapters by now, but the 20 minute turned 3 hour break you spent watching random videos on your laptop very generously gave you a aching throb behind your eyes. hence the doodling, in an attempt to alleviate the pain.

..needless to say, it wasn't very successful. okay, you think, time for the last resort. you walk out of your room to the one adjacent to yours, and knock on its door lightly.

"'s open"

peeking your head in, your heart can't help but feel a little lighter at the sight of your roommate, sungchan, lounging on his bed with his back against the wall as he cutely frowns at some game on his phone, having already been through the hell that is finals about a week ago due to being in a different uni.

"i really don't know why you even borrow to knock anymore, not like i'd ever say no to you - even if you're just going to stand and stare at me~", being charming always comes naturally to him, unfortunately for you.

huffing a bit, trying to think of a witty reply, but that headache really just hates your entire existence huh? you wordlessly move to his bed. somehow sungchan understands what you're trying to do and complies with your wish without a single complaint because, in his own words, how could he ever say no to you?

pulling you closer to him, he lays your head on his thigh, draping a throw blanket over you with such gentleness that one could easily perceive the concern in his actions, maybe a bit too much considering you were just roommates.. because he refuses to address his feelings, preferring instead to hide behind flirty remarks - you've emphasized their friendship one too many times. he adjusts his crossed legs, phone long forgotten, as he tucks that one strand of hair that always falls on your face behind your ear.

you hear him mumble something about resting well. and then a feather soft, barely there brush of his lips against your forehead.

the slumber that follows after is heavenly, you swear you always sleep better around (or on) sungchan. not that you would ever breathe a single word of this to him. he's your roommate for god's sake - you'd rather suffer under the weight of unrequited feelings than to confess and damage the beautiful relation you've managed to form with the star athlete, who believes teasing you is a daily goal that he must fulfill.

on second thoughts, you're not sure how long you can keep your facade up...

old notes : so so self indulgent.. i'll make a prettier layout as soon as my exams r done frfr... [edit- doneish !] new notes : its a series now !11!!!! + [series m.list] [m.list]

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clan-sayeed-fic · 4 years

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Let me earn your trust (Kamilah Sayeed & MC)

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20

Book: Bloodbound (property of Pixelberry Studios) Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed & MC: Amy (I do not own those characters, they're the property of Pixelberry Studios as well) Warnings: some fluff, but mostly angst Rating: Mature Author's note: I'm not a native English speaker, I'm sorry for any mistakes (feel free to correct me).

I hope you'll stay with me and this fic to the end because we're reaching the most crucial part of the story. The solution to the puzzle I created during the Council meeting a long time ago haha 😅

~ 2900 words

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Chapter 21

Amy didn't know that by "I'll pick you up," Kamilah meant sending a limo for her.

That's how she found herself a few minutes later, getting out of this expensive car with her feets stepping right on the red carpet. In front of the building that she used to work in during one of the most memorable evenings.

The same one night, during which her best friend was attacked. And in the result turned into vampire about which existence Amy had just found out back then.

"I know I told you that before, but," Lily looked at her best friend after they both got out from the limousine. "Kamilah has a fucking good taste," they both laughed.

Lily was the one who was supposed to help Amy chose a dress, so hearing her admitting that Kamilah achieved in what she failed, was worth remembering. It'll be an advantage for Amy over her best friend, and that might come in handy any day.

"You look great too, Lil," Amy hugged her tightly.

The girl laughed under this amount of love.

"Ok, ok, enough," Lily tried to escape from Amy's embrace. "Leave something for the Dark Queen."

Finally, Amy let go of her, giving her friend a moment to catch a breath. That's when she sensed someone's gaze on herself. The girl's eyes moved into the direction of the person that was watching her.

Standing right next to her own, black limousine.

Amy's jaw dropped.

She saw Kamilah standing there in her red, silky dress. This color just ached for attention. It was an intense crimson red, a confident shade to wear, perfectly matching the woman's personality.

The dress had an appropriate V-neckline, deep just enough to show Kamilah's bloom skin, which shined in the lights of the evening.

The woman turned slightly, speaking to Adrian, who was right next to her. That little movement made it possible for Amy to see the other side of the dress. And Kamilah's back which was barely covered with a transparent material.

"Come on, didn't she invite you as her date?" Lily's voice took Amy out of her thoughts. A little push on the back made her go in Kamilah's direction.

Amy looked incredible that night, and awareness of that gave her a lot of confidence. But still, there was nothing that would make her feel more nervous than showing herself around this incredible woman who was like perfection by herself.

The girl's wavy blonde hair was put up in a loose bun, letting go of some golden locks of her hair. They were falling on her back, shoulders, and slightly blushed cheeks. The color of the gown was wonderfully emphasizing Amy's greenish eyes.

When they both stood close to each other, the shade of Kamilah's dress stopped screaming for attention. Instead, the reddish color cooperated with the gold dress of Amy's.

Making them match stunningly.

"Amy, you look absolutely..." Adrian paused their conversation at the moment she appeared next to them. Clearly, not knowing the words to describe his thoughts.

Kamilah looked at her with a soft expression on her face. She leaned down to Amy, holding her with one hand by the waist, pulling the girl slightly closer.

"Ravishing," sweet whisper touched Amy's ear before Kamilah left a soft kiss on one of her cheeks, stepping back a little to spoke louder. "Shall we go inside?"

Amy tried to stop the blush on her face. She couldn't get used to the influence this woman had over her without even trying.

Finally, they went inside with Adrian and Lily on their sides.

***

Perhaps it was a coincidence, maybe not, but Amy noticed it right away. They were seated by the same table that Kamilah and Adrian were last time.

Amy was surprised by how accurately everything was rebuilt around them. She remembered ruined hall, shattered glass, cracks in the walls. And right at that moment? Decorative chandeliers were hanging under the ceiling, shining bright as nothing had really happened.

"Senator wanted the hall to look exactly the same," Adrian noticed Amy's thoughtfulness, sending her a reassuring smile. "After the massacre that happened here, people were distanced to this place."

"I'm distanced for sure," Lily looked around with a weak smile. The surroundings brought painful memories, especially for her.

"He did well by having a gala in here," Kamilah spoke with a firm voice. "It was his responsibility all along."

Something broke inside of Amy. A bad feeling from the last day hit her twice as strong.

"His... responsibility?" her voice shaky, causing a look of concern on Kamilah's face.

"He is a senator after all," the woman kept Amy's gaze till she was sure everything was alright. "He should have stopped the panic a long time ago. This is one of the finest and oldest places in New York for such events. It would be a shame if they closed it entirely."

"Oh...yeah, it would be," shudder maintained on Amy's back, but their talk was interrupted.

A young woman, low-height, all shaking, appeared by their table. She reminded Amy of her own self a few months ago when she was working as a waitress. Acting as awkwardly around such influential people as the girl standing before them.

"Good evening, my name is Susan, and I will..." the first words left her mouth without a problem, but after a moment, she lost all remains of her confidence.

"Not again..." Kamilah rolled her eyes, remembering the night when Lily annoyed her so much. "This place has to be cursed."

"Kamilah!" Amy frowned at the woman, disappointed by her reaction.

"Yeah, weren't you the one who talked all about such a shame it would be if they closed the place?" Lily had her best time trying to hold back a laugh. "I didn't think I'll see the day of you complaining, Ms. Sayeed."

Sparks in Kamilah's eyes were showing that one more word and Lili wouldn't be able to see, nor hear, much more in her life.

"Don't worry about them," Adrian spoke to the waitress. She was standing in front of them, confused and ashamed at once.

"We would like to order the specialty of the chef," Amy smiled charmingly, making the task easier for the girl.

"We would?" Lily asked, sounding like a sad puppy.

She wanted to order something with a lot of alcohol in it. It didn't matter if it was meant to be used during cooking. The liquor just had to be there for her.

"Yes, WE would like to," Amy sent her a similar look that she did toward Kamilah earlier, which made a woman smirk to herself slightly. "Oh, and don't forget to congratulate the chef on how good he looks with his new haircut," Amy smiled, speaking again to the waitress with her usual voice.

"But, he didn't get a haircut," Susan's forehead wrinkled while she was trying to remind herself if the chef really changed something about his hair recently.

"I know, he never does," Amy laughed sweetly, trading looks with Lily that knew where exactly her talk was leading to. "But he loves if someone notices his hair, he'll give you a longer break for sure."

"And more champagne!" Lily made her best friend laugh.

"Of course, that's what you remember the most," Amy rolled her eyes, pretending to be tired of Lily's attitude.

"Damn, I wish I was still working here," Lily looked like she was really considering this thought.

"Wait... you," Susan glanced from one to another. "Worked here?"

"Not so far ago," Amy smiled again, giving the waitress a hope she needed.

Susan returned the smile and excused them before heading to the kitchen to show the order, leaving her guests to themselves.

Amy watched her walking away, feeling her stomach tighten slightly because of the memories. She shuddered surprised when she felt Kamilah's fingers, entwining with her own under the table.

"I cannot conceive what you see in every human," Kamilah spoke quietly as Adrian and Lily were lost in a conversation.

"Well, we're not that different from each other, Kamilah," Amy smiled to her. "You saw something in me too, and I was no more than this girl back then."

She felt a little squeeze of Kamilah's hand. The woman wanted to say something, but at the same time, something else got her attention. Her eyes moved above Amy's head, looking far behind her. The girl wanted to turn around automatically, but another squeeze under the table made her fight the urge to do this.

"What is it?" Amy tried to read from the woman's eyes the answer. But Kamilah quickly composed herself, not wanting to draw attention.

"It's Priya," the woman's voice sharp. "She just arrived with Adam. If I remind myself how she treated you...how she..."

"Hey, shh," Amy put her another hand over Kamilah's to calm her. "I'm here with you, you helped me back then, but I'm in no danger now."

But the woman's stare was still empty, icy, and Amy was already imagining what thoughts were created in the head of hers.

Blonde moved one hand above the table to Kamilah's cheek. She saw all the anger, concern, and pain in her chestnut eyes. And the only what she wished for was to ease that pain somehow.

"I'm safe here," Amy's lips letting out a whisper that only the woman could hear. "With you."

Kamilah's expression softened as she let herself smile slightly. She took Amy's palm out of her cheek and placed a soft kiss on her skin.

"Let's just get through this evening," Kamilah's voice calm, but Amy sensed the unsureness in it.

And that made her realize that she wasn't the only one feeling concerned about how the night would turn out.

***

A hollow sound of metallic knife meeting with the smooth surface of glass echoed loudly in the air.

"May I have your attention?" a resonant voice attracted the concentration of everyone gathered in the hall, causing silence.

It was Adam Vega, standing in the middle of the room, with a glass of champagne raised high. His face dressed up with his usual smile, representing how charismatic and the open-minded person he was.

Or seemed to be.

"At the very beginning, let me tell you how grateful I'm to see all of my friends. Gathered in here to celebrate my birthday," his eyes moved between the people in the crowd. Everyone was listening to him mesmerized. "I'm pleased that we can spend this time together," his smile faded. "We should let ourselves grief and honor the ones that were so cruelly taken from us," like by a magic wand, Amy saw every face in the hall showing pure sorrow. "I feel personally guilty of what happened here that night. That I couldn't have been here to guardian those poor people." Amy barely stopped a sigh of annoyance, but sensing Kamilah's gaze on her back, she composed herself in time.

The girl looked around the room to see that everyone really looked up to this man. Why then, she had this weird intuition that something terrible was about to happen?

The similar one she had during her training with Kamilah. When she knew the moment in which she had to defend herself by dodging before Kamilah's punch.

Like then, the same right now, the only message her brain was sending her was to run away, but she couldn't. She was trying to be brave for the people she came with.

Besides, what could happen anyway?

"Oh my god, he's coming to our table," Lily acted like a fangirl behind her, and that's when Amy realized that she didn't hear senator's last words.

Vega came to their table right after finishing his speech. And because of that, everyone's attention was still focused on him, and in the result, on Amy too.

"May I have this dance?" he reached out to Amy, a smile never leaving his face. "If Ms. Sayeed has nothing against it, of course."

Amy gulped, not knowing what to say, she felt paralyzed. Everyone was staring at her, giving her so much attention.

Too much.

Kamilah's voice took her out of her thoughts.

"Amy can decide for herself, Senator Vega," the woman's voice and posture full of grace, not showing even a hint of negative emotion.

"What would it be then, Ms. Campbell?" their eyes meeting, and Amy knew that she had no other option to choose from.

"With pleasure," her voice sweet, accompanied by a bright smile.

She took Adam's hand, and he walked her slowly to the parquet.

That's when the calm music of waltz echoed in the hall.

Oh my god, waltz, Amy froze for a moment. She had never danced the waltz in her entire life. Not mentioning that she had never danced in front of such a big audience before.

"Just follow my lead," she heard a quiet whisper. It sounded more like an order hidden behind the smile than friendly advice.

They made their way to the center of the parquet. Amy put her left hand on Adam's shoulder, trying to imitate the pose she saw in the movies, but her body refused to relax. Thankfully, when they made a few first steps, everything became more natural for her.

Senator was a good dancer, that was clear for sure. Even with Amy as a terrible one, he was flawlessly leading her to the calm sounds of the music. After a few more tones of the song, more pairs accompanied them on the parquet adding Amy more confidence.

"I hope that you enjoyed the gala so far," his words quiet, only for her to be heard.

"It's amazing, I'm honored to be here," the girl answered. "Thank you for such an opportunity for me."

"How could I not have here someone so close to Kamilah?" Amy stiffened a little after hearing the woman's name. And the words after those made her even more suspicious. "How is my favorite Council member doing, by the way?"

They were dancing around the parquet, not in the center of it anymore. The dance floor became more crowded, making it hard to breathe. Or maybe Amy just wanted it to be the reason for her breathlessness.

"What do you mean?" she answered with a question, not knowing how to react.

"I was concerned about her," Adam seemed to be more engaged in the dancing as words were just escaping his mouth. "It seems like she recovered from this nasty scratch she had."

For a split of a second, they were further away from each other when Vega made Amy twirl around, making her dress dance with her.

For this short moment, Amy understood the meaning of his words, and her stomach tightened immediately. She wanted to let go of his hand, but he pulled her closer, increasing the grip on her waist.

"How would you..." the girl was scared.

He had no right to know about this. Even Adrian didn't know since Kamilah wanted to keep it only between both of them.

So how did he...

Unless...

"It was you," Amy gulped, fear taking over her, making her eyes shining like gold, matching the color of her dress. "You're responsible for the ferals attack in France," her voice got higher as emotions were taking over.

"There you go," Adam kept on dancing, not losing his confidence. "A Bloodkeeper I was waiting so long for."

He knew about me all along, Amy's heartbeat increased with this thought.

It wasn't actually beating anymore, it was racing, trying to escape from her chest.

"And now," Adam's voice sharp like a knife, but his expression didn't change. "Smile as sweet as you can, or some harm can happen to your friends. How ironic would it be?" he laughed shortly. "Losing someone again in the same hall."

Amy's throat clenched, but she forced a smile, not wanting to cause suspicion. Somehow she managed to control her eyes, which went back to their green color before anyone could notice a difference.

At the same time, Adam leaned down to whisper into her ear.

"Now, since you finally solved the puzzle, listen to me carefully," threats touching her neck with his breath. "I want you to get rid of your friends. Especially this beautiful woman that's coming our way," no, Kamilah, don't, Amy thought with despair. "I don't want them to cause any trouble, so better push them away effectively. Then, you'll write to me, and I'll send someone for you. Do you understand?"

Amy hesitated for a moment, causing the grip to tighten around her waist, leaving marks on her skin through material.

"I asked you a question," he stepped back to have a clear view on her face.

"I understand," Amy responded with a sweet chuckle like he just told the best joke she heard so far in her life.

He nodded slightly, smiling, and let go of her hand and waist.

"Ah, Kamilah," his voice normal, without the previous sharpness. "I assume you're here for your beautiful date?"

"Vega," Kamilah gave him a little nod to show respect, not answering the question.

Senator was already on his way to another lady to ask for a dance. And, by this time Amy found herself in Kamilah's arms, trying to find a safe place in there.

"Are you alright?" Kamilah asked with concern. "You seem pretty shaken up now."

Amy looked into her eyes, and she knew.

She knew that she'll have to hurt her soon.

To save her.

"I'm ok," Amy answered with a smile as she kissed Kamilah's lips softly before adding, "Let's dance."

Dance, like the night, was never meant to end.

Next chapter: 22

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 6 years

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Hi Rachel. A member in my family died shortly after I finished the second draft of my book and since then I've been super stuck with my writing. A lot has happened so far this year and I just don't know how to work through all of it and manage to finish my read through the second draft and start the third one. Do you have any tips on staying motivated and getting things done?

Hello! Firstly, I just want to say, I’m so sorry to hear about your loss! I hope you and your family are doing okay, I’m sending my best vibes (and lots of hugs!) your way. :)

So I do have a few posts on motivation, which I can link to you, just in case you’d like a few more perspectives! THIS post isn’t completely focused on motivation, but I think it might help! THIS post is also similar, and lists off a couple ways to bring back your spark. THIS post lists out a few methods you can try to re-motivate yourself, THIS also deals with motivation, and lastly THIS post talks a little bit about what to do when your motivation slows down when editing. Ahhh, that was a lot of links, but in case you need some more advice ^^ those are a few you can check out!

Okay, back to business, lol. I’m really sorry you’ve hit a rough patch with your writing, being stuck is no fun. :( Because I’m sure this is a rough time, my first tip is going to be:

1. Take care of yourself/take things slow

During times like this, I can’t emphasize enough how important taking care of yourself/taking things slow is. Don’t feel like you need to rush–seriously, it’s totally okay to take a step back, and slow down a bit. Sometimes I also forget to do this, so when you’re doing your read through, don’t be afraid to take your time! This leads into my next tip:

2. Make small goals

So, since you’re a little stuck, having one massive goal can be a little scary, admittedly. If you can break up your goal for your read through (for example, read one chapter), this might be helpful. If you can even work day-to-day, that might be less overwhelming. So, let’s say, on Friday, you can make a goal to read through chapters 1-3, for example. I find working with small, bite-sized goals to be a lil less scary/overwhelming. I’d recommend chopping up your large goal a bit, and spreading it out over a longer period time.

3. Give yourself small rewards

Did you finish looking over that chapter? Yaaaas, go ahead and make yourself that cup of tea, or take a long, hot shower. You finished your read through of the first ten chapters? If you like chocolate, yo, you deserve that piece of chocolate. Obviously, take everything in moderation, but seriously, if you complete a task, go ahead and give yourself a reward, even if that’s just watching an episode of your favourite show, or browsing your Pinterest board for a few minutes, or giving yourself a high five, or dancing to one of your favourite songs. I find this helps, especially if I’m having a hard time finishing a task. You don’t want to go overboard with rewarding yourself, of course, but if you’re lacking motivation, the incentive of having a reward might help in pumping you up a bit more.

4. Don’t be afraid to take breaks.

Sometimes, spacing out writing/editing sessions in short chunks with breaks between then can be super helpful in staying motivated. I find if I give myself a 20 minute time slot to write/edit, then take a break for ten minutes, I don’t burn out as quickly as I usually would. In the times I have done this, I find there’s a lot less stress involved, as my work period is set out for me in manageable time chunks.

I hope this helps! But to reiterate, it’s super important to seriously take care of yourself. If you’re feeling overwhelmed/unmotivated, it’s okay to take the night off and pick back up in the morning. Sometimes we just need a little time to refresh/rejuvenate, and there is no harm in doing that. Take care of yourself, anon. :)

–Rachel

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