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II. Script of the Angel

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 >> This is the story of three very different people. A successful novelist, a blossoming artist and a dedicated cop. They seem to have nothing in common. Yet, they are continually drawn to each other. It is as if their fates have been intertwined. Written. That they must meet.

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 >> ft. jungkook and jimin primarily.

𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 >> policeman!jimin, author!jungkook, painter!reader, serialkiller!XXX; a classic game of cat and mouse

𝔴/𝔠 >> 6.6k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 >> mature themes depicted. due to the explicit nature of the topic (serial killers, murders, violence, sexual content, infidelity etc.) scenes are graphic. this is rated 18+. to spare storytelling: please consider yourself warned.

𝔞/𝔫 >> i’m so glad to see people enjoyed the last part! this part is a little shorter but i hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless. will likely be making a masterlist post for this soon as i’m having too much fun writing this and it’s getting long. feedback and comments always appreciated. as always, enjoy! (:

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Muscles and bones. The primary architecture of the human body. It allows us to stand and walk; sit and run; jump and spin. But what really keeps us alive? Blood. It carries the nutrients our body needs. It carries the defenders our body requires. So integral to our survival, blood can tell a story of its own. Looking at the direction of travel along with the width and length of the spatter, a single droplet is its own author, spinning a tale of its origin and its birth. A good spatter gives us more information than just a large overlapping pool. “Come again?” Jimin says in disbelief. Taehyung shrugs. He is the unit’s spatter analyst. In one latex covered hand, he holds a cotton swab and the other is pinching his nose. “There are traces of blood everywhere,” he repeats. “Yet I don’t see a single stain of red anywhere,” Jimin rubs his temples, “Are you telling me that the killer had enough time to wipe the whole room clean?” “I’m only telling you what science has told me,” Taehyung says. He carefully dances around another coworker to reach his open kit. It shuts with a loud snap and the younger turns back to look at his commanding officer. “Can I please get back to the lab? This smell is killing me.” Jimin can only wave half-heartedly at him before turning his attention to the scene in front of him. It is eight in the morning. They had received an anonymous call about fifteen minutes ago describing a horrific murder. The station had forwarded the call to him and after hearing the detailed account, he left the station with his team. “Fuck me. What in the world happened here?” a new voice enters the scene. It is too much even for him to handle this early in the morning. Jimin utters a “you tell me”, then excuses himself from the room. He pushes past the crowding officers and curious residents until he reaches the front of the hotel. There, his stomach dislodges everything it can. Even as he wipes his mouth, the black spots do not cease dancing in front of his eyes. Deeper in his vision, the picture is all too clear. She hangs from the ceiling with her arms stretched wide. Her feet are wrapped together in rope and her body is naked. Attached behind are two massive wings. The feathers have been stitched carefully together to create an impressive wingspan and if they were not speared into her back, Jimin may have thought they were beautiful. Yet there they were, dug into her shoulder blades, ripping into her muscle and tissue. That was not the centerpiece of it all. Missing from the body were all its abdominal organs. They had been ripped out, cut out… forensics would tell him how they were taken out, but they were gone. Replaced inside her was a large bouquet of red roses. They glistened in the sunlight and when the team had arrived, there were still dew drops on its velvety petals. The grotesque memory causes his body to expel its contents again. “Boss,” the voice from before returns, “You alright?” Jimin turns to face his partner. Namjoon stands in front of him, a worried expression which contorts his face. Namjoon is one of his only friends at the work force, being the only one similar in age. The other agents were all much older than him so with common interests, the two were naturally drawn to each other. Jimin liked Namjoon well enough. He was smart and quick on his feet. More than once, Jimin had reached out to Namjoon for advice, whether it be for work or personal life. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yeah, I wasn’t prepared to see that this early in the morning,” Jimin says. Namjoon nodded. He too has dark circles under his eyes and his lips were hardened into a thin, straight line. “Makes you imagine what a sick motherfucker could create this,” he comments. They stand in silence for a quick second until Namjoon speaks again, “What do you think we should do?” Jimin resumes his commanding role. “Take down the body. Have somebody sweep it thoroughly. Send a couple of the lab geeks in to scan the room. I want everything put into evidence, even if it’s a speck of dust. Everybody leaves something behind, and we will find it.” “What about the civilians? We’ve got a growing, curious crowd spreading like cancer.” “You’re Lieutenant. Do something about it,” Jimin light-heartedly teases Namjoon in his new role. Namjoon slightly flinches at the address. Although Namjoon had been promoted to a position higher than Jimin’s, Namjoon only ever treated him in the way they had always been working together: as partners. “Fuck me,” Namjoon curses with his favourite two words. Jimin grins. “Maybe later. I’ve got a shit ton of paperwork to get started back at the station. I’ll see you,” he pats his distracted friend’s shoulder. Taking a last scan of the building, Jimin strides towards his parked car. He is ready to hunt down the person who dared mess around in his town.

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Jungkook watches the scene before him with mild interest. His ears pick up the voice of an officer that is instructing the crowd that everything is under control; to return to what they are doing without a worry. “What’s going on?” the housewife asks beside him. She is still in you pajamas and had seemed to wander out due to the hubbub. He smiles at her. “Murder.” She regards him with wide eyes. Her feet stumble backwards and she scurries away. The officer had finished his speech and the crowd was now dissipating. Jungkook took it as his cue to exit as well. As he walks out of the hotel, he feels vaguely irritated. At the end, his script is not perfectly carried out. He had needed to modify it slightly although the end result is what he had planned it to be. Even the timing of the police’s arrival after his call had been as he predicted. The world was too easy for him to guess. Now, it is time to return to Krystal. Even without using his vast knowledge of facial cues and body expressions, he knows exactly how she would react. Nostrils dilated, lower lid tensed, brows lowered and lower jaw jutting out. He reads her like a book and its title screamed “anger”. “Where were you all last night?” she questions, hands placed on her hips. He sighs while placing his jacket on the hanger at the entranceway. His feet ache as they pad across the tiles towards the bedroom. “I was out doing research. I told you yesterday,” he says. She bites her lip. When he walked past her, she could smell a faint hint of perfume mixed with a lemony clean scent like soap. Her jaws clench tighter. “Yes. But you had said you would be out late. You never said you’d be gone the entire night!” she follows him closely behind. He does not turn or wait for her. Once inside the bedroom, he throws off his shirt and pants, trudging to the showers. “Don’t you think you could have given me a call at least?” she asks. His figure is a faint silhouette through the shower curtain. She can see him scrubbing his face. She waits for him until the water is shut down and he steps out of the box. Water drips from his hair and his skin is still a flush pink from the heat. The room fills with steam and he brushes past her on the way out. Still, she relentlessly follows him. “Jeon Jungkook!” she calls out, “Say something!” He pulls out a new pair of boxers from the drawer and put them on. Once they snap against his waist, he turns to finally look at her. “I’m tired, and you’re annoying me. We’ll talk when I wake up,” he says. Tears sting her eyes but she cannot allow him to see any type of weakness. She whirls around on her heels and stalk out of the room, leaving him to himself. The door slams shut loudly behind her and makes his ears slightly ring. The sheets are cold and inviting on his body. The wrap around him like a silky cocoon and his eyes are heavy the instance he hits the pillow. There is only one last thing to do before he can allow his body to rest. With delicate fingers, he pries off the paper-thin gloves from his hands. They slide off smoothly and if there was an onlooker in the room at that moment, they would have been reminded of a snake that was shedding its skin. These are special gloves just for his hobbies. They disguise his hands so that they are void of fingertips. They are so lightweight he cannot feel them at all. They blend in with his body so perfectly, only the keenest of eyes would be able to notice the thin line above his wrist where the material ends. They are perfect for him and allow him to do what he does without a worry. He leaves the material out on the top of the drawer. He knows that Krystal would not be back in the room for a while so it is safe sitting there. They are like contact lenses, shriveling and drying up due to the exposure to air. In about fifteen minutes time, they would look like shrunken autumn leaves and be the size of a walnut. The room-keeper would find them if he had still not thrown them out, and discard them thinking they were candy wrappers. He lets his body drift into nothingness, content with the day’s work.

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Besides having a good eye for detail, a coroner should be able to work under extremely stressful conditions. They could be asked to visit crime scenes, identify human remains or supervise the transportation of corpses. Working often behind the scenes, a coroner is an integral part to this unit. It is sad to say that we are low in numbers and are extremely interested in people joining our team! If you have taken subjects like biology, chemistry and forensics, in addition to law and humanities, we encourage you to apply to our graduate program! We would love to see you working beside us! Jimin’s eyes scan the announcement that has been placed on the door of the coroner’s office. He is scheduled for a meeting with the elder man on what may have been found and as a man of time, he is early for it. “Park! You’re here,” the coroner steps out of his office. He has patches of grey hair and a scruff of facial hair that he now scratches with his fingers. Dressed in his usual white lab coat, his black shoes peek out from beneath his pants and they lead the way towards the morgue. “How’s it going, Fernando?” Jimin greets back, “I see your wife has been feeding you well.” He eyes a popped button on the stomach of his coworker. Fernando laughs. It is loud and bounces off the white walls of the building. It is a laugh that is jolly and hearty; a strange sound to hear in the location they currently are. “Maria always has a full meal whenever I return home. I swear, she’s trying to fatten me up like the witch from Hansel and Gretel,” he chuckles. He and Maria, a linguistic analyst also working in the police force, had been married for years. They had invited nearly the whole station to their wedding and wanted to celebrate for another week before a case had dragged everyone back to work. The two turn a corner and the black door of the morgue greets their face. Fernando hands Jimin a pair of gloves and a mask before they enter the room. The body has already been laid on the table and labelled after Fernando’s inspection. “I’ve already submitted the full report. You’ll find it on your desk by tomorrow morning,” Fernando speaks with a muffled voice due to the mask. The material itches Jimin’s nose and he wrinkles it. His fingers carefully pick up the sheet that covers the body and he scans the female underneath. “You know I like to see the victims personally for each case. Do you mind giving me an overview?” he asks. The other man shrugs. This is not the first case he’s worked with Jimin. While he was not a hard man to work with, he was extremely meticulous – borderline obsessive – in details to the point that it was tiring and burdensome. “No signs of struggles. She evidently took care of her body and skin; probably went to the gym in the times between work. Besides the large opening on her abdomen, the rest of her is intact.” “What is missing from her?” “Mainly her digestive system and portions of her excretory system. Everything within her ribcage has been preserved and unmoved.” “So nothing out of the ordinary then.” “Aside from the gaping hole? No. My best guess is that she knew her attacker. Or if she didn’t, then she at least didn’t sense any danger from him.” “What makes you say that?” “I found seminal fluid in her body.” This new information made Jimin turn his attention away from the body and back to Fernando. He had finished circling the table while mentally confirming everything Fernando had been saying. “You’re suggesting our killer may have had intercourse with our victim then?” “Jane Doe, technically,” Fernando inserted, “We haven’t made an ID on her quite yet.” Jimin waved the comment away. “Maybe,” Fernando recognized Jimin’s piercing look, “I sent a sample of it to the lab geeks. It could be from the killer or it might be from when she last had sex.” Jimin knew how long these types of analyses could take. He didn’t want to wait several weeks for results so he told Fernando to put a rush on it. Fernando stood wordlessly and watched Jimin as he continued to encircle the body. Every so often, his fingers would reach out and lightly tap a part of the body. With each tick the clock on the wall made, it seemed to drive its sound into Fernando’s skull. When he could not take the silence any longer, he let out a cough. At the sound, Jimin remembers that he is not alone in the room. It happened every time he got absorbed in a case. He would become trapped in his own world and forget everything that was around him. “Sorry, Fernando. I’m going to be here a little longer. You’re free to leave. I’ll read the report tomorrow morning and if I have any more questions, I’ll find you again,” he dismisses him. Fernando bows politely and exits the room. High cheekbones, full lips and a perky nose. She was attractive enough to gain a few extra glances when she had walked down the street. Was that how she got the attention of the killer? That would make sense to why he maintained her facial features and took out her organs. Perhaps it was an interpretation of keeping her beautiful exterior shell. It could also explain why a bouquet of flowers was put inside her. Jimin shook his head. He was thinking too much. Who knew what went on in the mind of a killer? Well, besides the killer themselves. He observes her face a while longer and notices that it is not as perfectly symmetrical as he had initially thought. In fact, her right cheek bulged out in a way similar to after a person had their wisdom teeth pulled out. Bringing the overhanging light towards the mouth of the girl, he shines the light inside. There were a couple of metal tools that were placed on a tray nearby and Jimin used this to pry inside her mouth. He pushes aside the meat of her cheeks and peers at the gums. There was nothing unusual there. Something continues to urge him to look further so he turns his head slightly and checks the inner cheek. Deep at the bottom of the valley where muscle meets gums, he notices markings that stand out from the normal. He is unable to make out what they are and so he pushes away the bright light. Opting for a smaller flashlight, he drops the piercing ray of light to where he had been looking before. Four squiggles. 2-0-something-1. Or was that an I? He rotates his head further. The originally illegible third Jimin becomes an A, and the two looks more like an S at this angle. If these were letters, then the second Jimin could potentially be an “O”. The last symbol was still inconclusive as it could be either a one or “I”. Consumed with his new finding, Jimin nearly forgets to record the new information. It is not until a few seconds later that he then whips out his cellular phone and snaps a picture of it. He cannot decipher whether the symbols could be anything more than letters and numbers so he peels off his mask and throws it with the gloves into the trash bin. As he walks out of the coroner’s building and back to the main station, a feeling continues to burn in his gut. His intuition is telling him that there is something oddly familiar with what he had just saw. It wasn’t the girl or the markings themselves, but rather the position he had found them in. He felt like he had seen something like this before. He scratches his head the entire way back until he sits at his desk. That is when he remembers.

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The light takes him by surprise from the slight crack of his curtains. Warmth from the afternoon sun hits him directly at the eyes and its rays creates a band that gives him the illusion akin to Cyclops from X-Men. He stretches and feels his muscles straining from last night’s activities. With a roll of his neck, he bounces off the bed and throws his legs onto the floor. The cold from being out of his blankets send a shiver down his spine that makes him curl his toes. Everything is strangely quiet around him. He does not hear the clatter of plates nor the running of water. There are no soft paddings from footsteps. The world is silent. He grabs a shirt from his suitcase and throws it over his head, bringing a small bit of warmth to his body. With each step around their hotel room he sees nothing. Her clothing is gone as with it her toothbrush and shoes. In fact, her entire suitcase has disappeared. With miniscule curiosity he returns back to the bedroom and unplugs his charging phone. There is one unread message and he opens it. “I know you’re tired but I don’t think that’s an excuse for your outburst this morning. Regardless, I will respect your need for personal space. I’m flying back to LA. I’ll see you when you return. – Krystal” Her words are curt and straight-forward. He reads her frustration between the words but doesn’t carry it with him. He knows she is waiting for an apology but he is too engrossed with his newfound freedom. He had not planned for the research on this trip to be completed with such speed and so his return train ride was not scheduled until the day after tomorrow. She will have to wait. He had a whole city to walk and sights to see. She will be waiting regardless. Ever so slightly he forms a smile with his lips. He walks over to the curtains and throws them open, allowing all the sunlight to enter his room. It bounces off the white sheets and covers the rug. Dust particles float around after being stirred from their slumber. With a hand pressed against the window, Jungkook peers down from the height of the hotel. He watches the automobiles that zoom beneath his gaze and traces the pathway of each person that passes by. It is a good day.

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Fingertips graze her lips with a type of tenderness that sends small vibrations through her entire body. He holds her gaze and she peers shyly into his half-moon eyes. A smile dances on his face while she caresses his face with tremoring hands. He grabs them and holds it in his own. “You’re shaking,” he says with a light teasing tone. She wants to pull away but he holds them only stronger. He traces the lines on her palms to soothe her, but it only makes her shake all the more. “Is this real?” the question brushes your mouth much like the autumn wind rustling through leaves. It falls from your lips and floats gently to reach his ears. “Do you want this be real?” he asks you. His eyes never leave you, starting from the top of you forehead to trace to the tip of your nose and finally landing on your cherry stained lips. You faintly hear the sound of laughter in the background and the pattering of feet running but you are only consumed by the man who sits in front of you. Your nod is but a slight shift of your head. He smiles at you and cups your face in the warmth of his hands. Pressing his lips affectionately on yours, you inhale and take in everything from him. “I love you, Y/N” he confesses with all of his heart. You can feel your heart tugging towards him as he stands and offers a hand. You take it and he lightly pulls you to his feet. A rush overcomes you and suddenly, he seems taller than you remember. You look down and sees him standing a few centimeters off the ground. Your brows furrow and you peer up at him again. He has turned and is now starting to run forward. “C’mon, let’s go!” he calls back towards you. You try to move your feet but they only propel you forward while he runs upward into the vast blue sky. “Hyun!” you cry, reaching out to him. He doesn’t seem to hear you but you see laughter bursting forth from his mouth. “You’ll have to run faster or you won’t catch up!” Pressing your feet firmly on the ground, you push off but gravity brings you back down. “Hyun, I can’t! I can’t get into the sky like you!” He has now risen further than ever, growing smaller in your vision. “C’mon, Y/N! Come fast, before you can’t catch up!” his voice is faint but you hear him calling to you. You run forward faster than ever but you are never able to leave the ground. Tears spill from the corner of your eyes in frustration at the fact that you are behind him. “Hyun, don’t leave me!” you scream between your sobbing, “Baekhyun!” Your dream is shattered at the sound of metal clattering to the floor. You are jolted awake and your heart bolts at the sudden sound. The metal can which held your wet paintbrushes were now spread across the floor after falling from the table. Your friend stands at the door with an embarrassed look on her face. “Sorry,” she says, bringing a finger from her forehead towards you in apology. You feel the rise in your heart rate. You conceal it by slowly getting up out of you seat and rolling you head to get rid of the kink. Together, both you and Min clean up the mess off the floor from where she had knocked over the art supplies. “Are you okay?” Min asks softly, not quite meeting your eyes as the two of you straighten out the other half completed canvases which balance precariously on the table. You blink in confusion, causing a tear to roll down your cheek. You reach up and brush it with your fingers. They return wet and tinged with green. You let out a small laugh. “I slept on paint again, didn’t I?” you muse. You and Min are standing at the art studio where you had spent all last night in. Your completed painting stands at the corner and Min walks over to it. Min tries to read what you are thinking, but the other has her head turned away. “You stayed here all night to complete this?” Min inspects the painting closer. It depicts a girl standing shyly in front of a boy against a background of red, pink and purple. The boy had his back towards the observer and he stood with his hands behind him holding a bouquet of flowers. The painting showed an innocent love between the two but when Min squinted her eyes, you noticed two circles that were put on the back of the coat the boy was wearing. Min raises an eyebrow and points it out to you. “Are those bullet holes?” You in the meantime had stood hypnotized in front of the painting. A strange feeling is stirring in your heart as you look at what you had painted. It brought forth the memory of Baekhyun standing in front of you with flowers after their first date. It led to the memory of your first shy kiss after. It made you remember the pain you felt from your dream. Another tear perches at the corner of your eye and you turn to brush it angrily away. Min is still standing in front of you, now watching you with concern. She could guess why you are crying and trying so hard to mask it. You had only ever shed tears for one person and this painting brought back the reminder that this person was no longer around you. “I’m not sure what that is,” you laughs nervously, “It was quite late last night. My mind does weird things when I am sleep deprived.” Without further explanation, you grab your bag and head out before any other memory can shake you. “I’m going home to shower,” you say without looking back, “Sorry about the mess of the studio. I’ll be back later to clean it.” Your last words choke and you escape before Min can see the tears that fall consciously down your cheeks this time.

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3. 2. 1. Boom. Making the entrance of the century, the three horses gallop into the square where the three beings are strapped on. White. The stallion neighs and throws his head back, unsure of where to go next. But a loud snap makes it head to the right and it brings its hooves down on the ground. Its rider’s body has been punctured with holes and the smell that emits from it is horrendous. For the first horsemen is called Pestilence. Red. Its mane has been dipped in the blood of its enemy. It limps as the giant beast follows in step behind the stallion, a battle scar from its recent fight. His rider flails at a sharp right turn, causing the spear attached at the arm to clash with the helmet. For the second horsemen is called War. Black. The man is but naked, showing his skin pulled taut over the ribcage and bones. He carries the pair of scales with his stomach plastered on one end and the other tipped with bread. For the third horsemen is Famine, but this man can no longer fill his hunger seated upon the black horse. There is a final horseman. The fourth’s name is Death. But why does it need to exist, when it is so very much alive in the other three? Excerpt: Written - Three Horsemen Everything from his desk was moved into the presentation room that allowed him more space to work. Papers of the current case overlap with the papers from the older file. They are grouped in a way only the creator can understand and it is Jimin who stands before it. Picking at his lips with a hand, his foot taps rhythmically on the floor as he continues to scan what he has laid out in front of him. He knew something had been bothering him since he returned from the morgue. Now it was clear. He had remembered a case he had taken part of when he had been temporarily stationed in Los Angelos. The case had remained unsolved but the victim was similar to his Jane Doe. In that case, the man had TH3C scratched into the inner part of his cheek. Matching the picture he had taken earlier to the picture in the old file, they were even scratched in the same place. After digging around a little more, he found two other cases that were similar. It could be coincidence but if they were all related, this was not a simple kill any longer. They had a serial killer in their hands. However there is trouble with the cases. Besides the one he is holding, the other three are from Los Angeles. He technically no longer had any jurisdiction over them. Jimin was contemplating on calling up his colleague when his own phone interrupts his thought process. He answers the phone promptly. “Hello?” “Jimin?” your timid voice reaches his ears. His name uttered from you relaxes his tense shoulders. “Hey. What’s up?” He can hear shuffling from your side as you think about what to say. “I just wanted to call and see if you were okay. You didn’t return home last night.” “I went home for a bit but was called out pretty early for a case this morning. Wait, how did you know I didn’t go home?” “Ah… Well, I’m standing in front of your place right now.” “Why are you doing that?” He can basically hear your body language through the phone. You are gnawing on the inside of you cheek and probably tugging at your shirt, a habit you had when you were nervous. “I forgot my keys again. I thought that you might be home and I could use your shower.” Laughing at how sheepish your voice is, he says to you, “That tells me you slept over at the studio again. And very likely have paint on your face.” “Hey!” you huff, “I don’t wake up with paint on my face every single time!” “But you did this time, didn’t you?” he continues teasing you. You mutter something unintelligible, causing him to laugh at you again. “Unfortunately, I can’t step out of the office but if you don’t mind stopping over, I’ll hand you my keys.” You agree to his proposal and tell him that you’ll be there in twenty. Once their call ends, he chuckles silently to himself. You never seemed to change. When he and Baekhyun were roommates, there were multiple times he’d return home and find you standing outside their flat. You would tell him the same story of how you forgot your keys and of whether you could wash up at their place. And each and every time you would have a blotch of paint on you face where you had fallen asleep at the studio. He had teasingly got you face wash in a paint bottle for your birthday a long time ago as a joke. The last time he went over to your place, he had seen it standing in your room. His mind continues to wander to memories of his college days with Baekhyun and you until he is interrupted by Namjoon. “Whoah. What do you have going on here?” he asks, stepping towards the multitude of papers. Jimin takes this break to grab himself a new cup of coffee as the one sitting to the side had long since turned cold. “I was at the morgue earlier and discovered something strange. It reminded me of an old case,” he told Namjoon. Namjoon flipped through a couple of the pages but he was not as patient as Jimin to read through all the details. He scrunched up his nose and breezed past Jimin again. “I wanted to tell you we have a name for our Jane Doe,” Namjoon said, leaning against the doorframe. He is actually quite impressed at what Jimin has discovered in the span of the short time since they discovered the body this morning. Generally, he was impressed with how fast the department had gathered information. Perhaps as this was their biggest case in a while, the team as a whole was interested in solving it as soon as they can. “Sara Michel,” Namjoon continues on, “Female. 25. From Los Angeles. She’s a fine arts curator. She was in town for a meeting with the local museum about transferring a couple of new sculptures over. It’s been confirmed that the room we found her in this morning is the room her company booked for her while she was town.” “Los Angeles,” Jimin repeats. His eyes dart to the papers. Again, their neighbouring city is mentioned. “Yeah. What of it?” Namjoon picks up on Jimin’s sudden interest. He watches as the other walks over to the piles of paper and brings up a folder. “The old case I was talking about,” Jimin says, “It was from when I worked in LA last summer. A bit unusual that Ms. Michel is from there, don’t you think?” Namjoon scratches his chin. “Well, LA is a big city. And we’re only a train ride away….” Jimin shakes his head. “I don’t like it. Something weird is going on here.” Somebody outside the room yells out for Namjoon. He groans and Jimin throws him a sympathetic look. Jimin never told Namjoon, but before Namjoon was offered the promotion as lieutenant, Jimin had been approached by the captain. He had declined the position as he knew all the responsibilities that came with the new role. Besides, he enjoyed working as a detective; it allowed him hands-on access to all cases. “I’ll keep you updated on anything else I find,” Namjoon says as he turns to leave. Jimin replies, “Same here.” “Alright, well see you around. If I don’t get lost amongst all the conferences I have to start pulling…” his voice trails off as he exits with a dejected curve of his back.

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“Hi,” your voice interrupts his nap. After Namjoon had left, Jimin had sat down at the desk fully planning to do some more research. However, his fatigue got the better of him and he ended up dozing off. He rubs his eyes sleepily and rises to greet you. You urge him to sit back down. You may have spent the night at the studio, but you looked more put together than he was. Dressed in the first pair of jeans he could find and an old tshirt, he was in a contrast to your outfit. You wore a pair of black and white polka-dotted overall shorts that you paired with a slim fit quarter sleeved shirt inside. A necklace hung around your neck, and you had thrown your hair into a messy bun. Tendrils of hair had fallen out, but it framed your face giving you an overall effortless but fresh look. Walking up to him, you sit gently at the edge of the table while he remains seated to your side. He gently reaches up and smudges the shadow of green paint on your face. “What a way to greet me,” you pout. He smiles at you, then yawns and stretches. Remembering why you had arrived, he rummages through his pocket and retrieves the key to his apartment for you. You thanked him for it and then rotate in your spot to take in the entire room. You were similar in this way, where the two of you had an eye for minute details. It intrigues you to see the pictures that had been laid out. It is true that they are morbid but being around Jimin all these years had made you accustomed to seeing images of a crime scene. “Are you going to be coming home tonight?” you ask him. Your back is still turned towards him as you walk up and study a picture up close. He walks up to you and stands behind. You were looking at the picture of the markings on one of the victims. “TH3C,” you whisper. “No,” his voice rumbles from behind you, “This case is pretty big. I’ll most likely be spending the night here.” You spin in your spot to face him again and your noses nearly touch. He stumbles and takes a step back at the close proximity. A frown starts to crease your forehead and you nervously chews on your fingernail. “What is it?” he sighs. It takes him a moment to gather himself while the scent of you lingers around him. “I feel bad that I’m barging into your place again,” you mumble, “What if I bring you dinner tonight?” “There’s no need. I’ll order take out from nearby. Besides, you’re always welcome at my place. It’s not a bother.” “Jimin…” He sighs, defeated. “Sure. I’ll wait for your meal.” You delightedly clap your hands together. “Perfect! I’ll make your favourite dish tonight! How does carbonara sound?” Nodding he feels the usual smile that appears around you on his face. It was strange. Before you came, he had nearly fainted with tiredness but now that you were here, it was like you had transferred you energy to him. “I’ll see you again tonight, then!” you quip animatedly. Taking his keys off the desk and into your pocket, you makes your way towards the door before stopping again. “TH,” you begin, “It makes me think of Three Horsemen.” “What’s that?” he asks you, distracted by the thought of delicious homemade food. “Three Horsemen. Remember the novel I was reading? It was just a random thought. And then maybe the number three for the third one? I don’t know what “C” would mean though. Perhaps it’s the horsemen from set C,” you continue to ramble on. You notice that Jimin is now staring at you with an intense gaze. You wave your hand in front of you, as if the simple action would cause you thoughts to magically disappear as well. “Forget what I said. I’m an artist,” you laugh nervously, “Besides if it was a set C, there would be a set B and A. And that would make… nine total kills. My mind is just overactive with the books I’m reading.” Jimin laughs nervously along with you. But inside, he mentally makes a note to investigate the possibility of what you have said, however miniscule that may be. You thank him once again for his hospitality and wave him good bye. When he is left alone again, he sinks back into his seat. It makes his bottom ache as he had been seated for a while, so he paces the room. Three Horsemen – Third Horsemen – Set C. TH3C. It wasn’t an unreasonable conclusion to draw. It was scary to imagine though. Eight other victims that were not found. His thoughts are interrupted once again when the phone in the room rings. Namjoon is on the other end when Jimin picks up. “We found a witness.”

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darkpoisonouslove · 3 years

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Top 5 characters who we never saw interact in canon but we totally should’ve

Ooh, I love this ask!

1. Stella & Samara because can you imagine the entitled energy in that? It would have been highly entertaining. Also, Stella totally not shutting up about how great Brandon is and that she is so glad she is dating him instead of Sky as she first thought was the case.

2. Daphne & Nebula because I feel like there can be a great friendship between them despite how different they might appear. Also, I am shipping this and seriously considering Thoren x Daphne x Nebula. Don’t come raining on my parade.

3. Sky & Mike and Vanessa because they should have shown him actually meeting Bloom’s parents (the ones that raised her) and trying to impress them after all the shit they know has gone down between him and Bloom. I would’ve loved to see that! But we get bullshit relationship drama instead.

4. Faragonda & Mirta because that could have been an amazing opportunity to explore both of their stories more as well as the differences between fairies and witches and their kinds of magic. Absolutely perfect material that was wasted for no reason at all.

5. Diaspro & Samara (I’ve been obsessed with Samara lately. Shh! You didn’t see nothing) because while they have technically interacted (they spoke once in season 5 and that was it), there is just SO MUCH around the whole Sky and Diaspro relationship that never got addressed and any such interactions could have been a great way to do that.

Honorable mentions:

Witches & fairies interacting a lot more and actually seeing some of the CT witches as individuals besides the Trix, Selina and Lucy. Season 2 was such a wasted opportunity on that front.

Riven & Valtor who have technically interacted but not in a way that actually matters and I think there is a lot of potential for insane levels of entertainment with these two together.

Griffin & Obscurum because Obscurum kinda seemed to have a little crush on Valtor and I think it would have been really interesting if Valtor’s ex talked to him.

Faragonda & the disaster twins because let’s be real, that would have been peak entertainment.

Faragonda & the Ancestral Witches because I think they are pretty much the only ones that can get her to the point of actually wanting to murder (I am on the fence whether Valtor fills that quota too) and I think we needed more feral!Faragonda because that would have been lit.

DuFour & Musa because DuFour was shown in that flashbacks with Musa’s parents and it would have given her ANY screentime AT ALL. Plus, it could have been a great way to actually do more about Musa’s background and how her mother’s death affected her and her father.

Diaspro & Krystal because they did technically interact but Krystal introduced Diaspro as her friend and we’ve never seen any of that and I think it could have actually been really cool if they were besties. Also, good Krystal and Flora interactions in which Krystal is the biggest Flora stan and the biggest Flora x Helia shipper. We deserved that!

Mike and Vanessa & Erendor and Samara because just the thought of that is super amusing and also they are practically in-laws and have been ever since the end of the first movie. They are family and I cannot imagine how that will go so I would love to see it!

Locket & Mike and Vanessa (bc I think they couldn’t see the pixies) because she is Bloom’s bonded pixie and I think that could have been interesting. Especially if Mike and Vanessa treated her as an extra mini daughter. Also, Locket with Marion and Oritel would be nice too.

I need more Stella with any of Bloom’s parents and Stella & Daphne in my life even though all of those have technically interacted on the show. I NEED MORE!

Luna & Cassandra because I simply need this drama! Especially if it is somehow set after or during Cassandra’s defeat and Luna is big mad about the way Cassandra has treated both her baby daughter and Radius.

Luna & Griffin because astronomy gang combo bonus.

Speaking of Stella’s parents, Radius & Griselda because I would love to see Griselda lecturing him about Stella and what kind of attention she needs to start doing better both in school and in personal plan.

Griffin & Diaspro because I legit think that Griffin could have been a good influence.

Yeah, I went overboard but there are so many great possibilities and I had to talk about them all (though, I am sure I am missing something).

Ask me top 5 anything

#winx club #winx characters #missed opportunities #ask #her-majesty-wears-jeans #best ask ever!#(well besides the other one you sent me)#about me #top 5 #(not)

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tamersmile888 · 3 years

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Not So Berry Challenge Candie Edition: Gray Play 2 (Part 4)

When they arrive at the restaurant, they're met with instant craziness. The Seong family is here! S-pop royalty! Yeona and Jinho both come from two of Krystal's favorite groups of all time. When they got married it was like a popstar fairytale! Krystal has to go talk to them. She'll figure out how to sneak away somehow.

As they enjoy their meal, Roc talks about how frustrated he is after his team lost the other night. He blames the coach and says he doesn't discipline the guys enough. Everyone's always playing around during practice. No wonder they're heads aren't in the game.

Their mom tells him that he's a good captain, so he'll be able to set them straight. Roc snorts. “Yeah, if anyone will actually listen to me. I can't teach clowns. They play way too much. I can't wait until I make it pro, man. Then I'll actually be able to join a team that knows how to win.”

“Mm, hmm,” Krystal agrees as she sips her root beer float. Really, she's just waiting for the right moment to excuse herself. She can't let the Seongs leave without getting a picture. Her friends will never believe her without photos!

Once her mom blows out the candles, Krystal asks if she can go say hi to Yeona and Jinho. It'll only take a second. Her mom knew that's probably all she's been thinking about since they got there and appreciates her sticking around first before racing off. She tells her to go ahead, but be polite. They're trying to have their own family time after all.

Krystal races off to meet them, but once she gets there her mind gets all jumbled. She has so much she wants to talk to them about and ask, but she doesn't even know what to say first.

So, she just quietly snaps a few pictures and hope they don't notice. Sigh...they're so cool.

Except, their son Doh does notice her, but he seems cool with it. While his parents are locked in a conversation about award appearances, Doh smiles at her. “Hey.”

Krystal slowly puts down her camera and says hey back. “Cool hair.”

Doh's smile grows bigger. “Thanks. You too.”

Krystal smirks. “Thanks.” Okay, now what?! What should she say?! After building a full list of topics, her mind is blank! She looks around at the snow. “You want to play?”

Doh turns to his parents. “Mom, dad? Can I go play in the snow?”

His parents give him the okay before jumping back into their conversation involving potential reunion tours. Doh leaps out of his chair and joins Krystal outside the restaurant. “I'm Doh. What's your name?”

“Krystal.” She freezes up as she tries to figure out what to say next. “Do you sing too?”

Doh shrugs. “Not really. A little. I don't want to be a singer if that's what you're asking.”

He doesn't want to sing? Both of his parents have like, the best voices. He probably does too. Maybe he's just afraid to sing in public. “What do you do then?”

Doh laughs, digging his shoe in the snow. “I thought we were supposed to be playing not giving interviews. What are you, the paparazzi or something?”

“Ha, ha.” Krystal rolls her eyes, but enjoys the jokes. She's glad he's treating her like a friend and not some crazy fan. “I bet I can beat you in a snowball fight.”

Doh arches a brow in interest. Looks like that's his kind of fun. “You're on.”

They toss snowballs at each other, both having horrible aim, but they're having so much fun laughing at each other it doesn't matter that neither of them are winning. Seeing Doh smile and goof around, Krystal wonders how often he actually gets to play with other kids. How many kids actually live in Del Sol Valley anyway?

After a little while, his mom calls him over saying they're leaving. Doh shapes and reshapes his last snowball. He lifts a hand to wave at Krystal. “Bye grayhead.”

Krystal smiles and tosses her last snowball at his leg. “Bye redhead.”

Then Doh and his royal family leave the restaurant to return to a glittery life of music and fame.

But Krystal's sure she'll see him again. Cause one day, she's going to be rich and famous too. She just knows it.....

#not so berry challenge #not so berry #gray #music #sports #athletic career #athletes #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims storytelling #sims storytellers #simblr #sims tumblr #clean storytelling

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Flight Risk (Bonus)

You know I can’t leave well enough alone and I just couldn’t resist writing about that scene in the series finale in the context of this story. Spoilers for the finale below, of course! Summary: An answer to the age old CM question, “who’s flying the plane?” And the story of a pilot and a profiler.

Bonus Part: In which a profiler protects a pilot and a pilot loses something important. Five years later.

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“We’re gonna have to make a trade,” Rossi declares. Every head in the room turns to him.

“What kind of trade?” Luke asks.

“Lynch wants to make a clean getaway,” Rossi says. The words hang heavy in the air. Nervous glances are traded across the roundtable as they begin to understand exactly what this means.

“No,” Reid says. “No, we can’t.”

“If we play the cards right, maybe we won’t have to,” Rossi counters.

“Maybe?” he shouts. “I’m not going to risk my wife flying a psychopathic killer across the country in the hopes that maybe we’ve profiled Lynch correctly!” He doesn’t mean to raise his voice but he can’t help it. He won’t allow this.

“Hey,” Rossi snaps back. “Right now that psychopathic killer is holding my wife hostage, in case you’ve forgotten.”

Reid signs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry.” But still – it’s Y/N. He cannot lose her, not after everything they’ve been through, not when he’s let himself believe for so long that he can keep her safe. Not now, especially not now. “But I don’t want her on that jet with him. And I don’t want Arthur or Martin or Fikayo or any of the BAU pilots on that jet. They’re part of her team, and I won’t do that to her.”

The tension in the room is palpable as he and Rossi stare each other down. They’ve never argued like this before, and Reid hates it but he won’t back down.

“There might be another way,” Emily offers. “We can get a few of the Corps pilots on standby. They’ll have the training to take Lynch out if needed. We tell him they won’t leave U.S. airspace and we go from there. I’ll even have one of them bring the jet out. Y/N doesn’t even need to know.” Right now, Y/N is safe at home, maybe even asleep by now. He tries not to think of how she’d react if she knew that they were about to pawn Geff off to a serial killer. They’ve always treated it as their jet, but while it may fall under their department, they merely use it as a means to an end. Y/N is the captain, if Geff belongs to anyone he belongs to her.

But he knows that if Y/N were the one being held hostage, he’d do whatever it took to get her back. “Okay,” he says.

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As it turns out, Lynch knows how to fly a plane. He’s taken Rossi as collateral, and Geff is prepared for takeoff. “Prentiss, come on, you said we needed a great plan,” Matt says through gritted teeth.

“And we have one,” she says. “There are things none of you know about that jet.” But Reid kows precisely what she’s talking about, because Y/N knows all of Geff’s secrets. There are hidden compartments Gideon commissioned, and one of them happens to hold a gun. He only hopes it’s enough to stop Lynch and save Rossi. Maybe they can still pull it off and save the day and the jet can return to the hangar without so much as a scratch.

A gunshot rings out through the darkness and they hold their breath – but then it’s two and then three and then Rossi is tumbling down the jet stairs. Prentiss and Matt rush over to grab him off the ground and pull him to safety while the rest of them keep their weapons trained on the cockpit. A smug grin peeks out at them and it makes Reid furious. That monster shouldn’t be sitting there in her seat, on her plane.

As they try to gauge Rossi’s status, Reid fires towards Lynch. Every shot just ricochets, the plane that has kept them safe protecting the man who wants to destroy them. The engines of the jet roar to life. Geff is starting down the runway. Reid and the rest of the team take off running. They shoot at the plane, some aiming for the cockpit, others aiming for the body of the jet.

“Fire at the fuel tank!” Prentiss yells. And so they do, hoping to ensure that Lynch can’t get off the ground. The fuel begins to leak from the tanks, an acidic smell rising in the air as it trails behind the jet.

“Get back!�� JJ shouts. “Take cover!” They all do so without hesitation. Reid barely has time to look over his shoulder and see JJ fire the flare gun. This wasn’t part of the plan. The trail of fuel alights in a terrifying blaze and Reid realizes exactly what is about to happen. He can’t help but stare at it one last time – at Geff, the name his beloved pilot has always insisted on calling the jet. The jet that has carried his team to hell and back again. The plane that led him to the greatest love in his life. It’s just a plane, he tries to tell himself. But he knows it’s much more than that.

The explosion is loud and bright and violent. As he ducks he can see the aircraft break into pieces from the force. And when he looks up, it is nothing but a frightening field of flames with a barely intact metal tail sticking out from the fire. The team stands there, staring at the wreckage in a somber silence. The jet meant something to all of them. It only feels right to mourn its passing quietly.

But then it hits him. “Y/N is going to kill me,” Reid says. Luke is the first to laugh, and soon the whole team is chuckling, shaking their heads. It breaks the tension hanging over them.

“Yeah good luck with that,” Luke says, trying to suppress a smile.

“I’m serious!” Reid squeaks. “How am I supposed to tell her we killed her plane?”

“That’s rough buddy,” Matt says, clapping him on the shoulder. This sends JJ and Luke into further laughter. The smell of kerosene is strong, and it’s time to go. They get Rossi and Krystal and pack into the SUVs, leaving the burning past behind them.

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Love is a safe place to land, and there’s nowhere he wants to touch down more than in her embrace. When he gets home, he finds Y/N still awake in their bed, rereading Peter Pan. “Oh thank goodness you’re home,” she says. He sits down beside her and she throws her arms around him. “I was so worried about you. What happened? Is everyone okay?”

He kisses the top of her forehead. “Lynch is dead,” he tells her. “And we’re all safe.”

“I’m so glad.” He keeps his hold on her though, and she pulls back, her eyebrows knit together. “Something’s bothering you though,” she says. “What is it?”

He sighs and she weaves her fingers through his, holding tight. “It was a hard case,” he admits. “And I was so scared that something might happen to you. But um… there was something that we didn’t plan for.” She blinks at him, waiting for him to continue. “Lynch was trying to escape first. He took Krystall hostage and threatened to hurt her if we didn’t make a trade.”

“What kind of trade?”

“He uh… he wanted Geff?” The word comes out like a question as his voice betrays his anxiety.

“No.” A single syllable of disbelief.

“We – we had to bring the jet to him. But we couldn’t let him get away, so we had to improvise?”

Her expression changes. She stares at him as though he’s told her an awful joke or made some sort of outrageous claim. As if she is desperately waiting for him to tell her it’s all made up. When doesn’t say anything, she narrows her eyes. “Spencer Reid, what did you to my plane?”

“Angel,” he says, dropping his voice to as gentle a tone as he can muster. He doesn’t want to hurt her but there’s no way around this. “I promise I tried everything. But we didn’t have a choice. He took Rossi hostage and then forced him down the stairs by shooting him. If we didn’t stop him, who knows what he would have done.” He pauses and squeezes her hand. “We tried to shoot out the fuel tanks but we weren’t fast enough. The leaking fuel made a trail though and JJ found a flare gun and… um, we kind of blew up the jet.”

“You what?” she gasps.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Geff is gone? You blew him up? Spencer, that was my plane! My plane!” She begins to cry and he hugs her close. At first she resists him, but after a moment she leans against his chest. He rests his head in the crook of her shoulder, breathing in the fresh smell of her perfume in the hopes it will erase the scent of burning kerosene. “I’m sorry,” she says, sniffling. “I know I’m being silly. I would rather have Rossi okay, and I’m glad he’s safe. I just… Geff meant a lot to me, you know?”

“I know,” he says. “I know.”

“It’s like saying goodbye to a dear friend. Oh and I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye!” she cries. “I don’t know why I’m so emotional. Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones.”

He pulls away to smile at her, running a soothing hand through her hair. “It’s a little too early for that. I think you’re just grieving something very important to you. A captain and her jet share a special bond,” he assures her, parroting back a phrase she and Arthur have said many a time. But he believes it. That jet has been an extension of herself for nearly four years. “But maybe this will be a new chapter. A new era, a new jet… and in seven months, a new member of our family.”

Y/N wipes her eyes, nodding. “Yeah. A new chapter.” She gives him a slight smile. Amelia leaps onto the bed between them, nudging her head against Y/N’s arm and purring, as if to reassure her that all will be well. She smiles and strokes the cat’s soft fur. “I’m grateful though, you know?” she says. “That that plane brought us together. And so much has happened since then.”

And so it has. True to his word, Arthur retired the day after Christmas that year, and she was promoted to captain. Fikayo was hired as her co-pilot, and instantly fit in with the BAU team. Y/N, and that first conversation they had together, completely altered the relationship between the pilots and profilers. Suddenly their worlds didn’t seem so separate anymore. Yeeqin and Saoirse got married in the most wonderfully non-traditional celebration that involved fireworks, a wall of donuts, and neon-colored gnomes. He moved in with Y/N, and soon enough their was a proposal and a wedding of their own, one attended by profilers and pilots alike where he nearly tripped over her feet as they swayed to Birdy and when she kissed him he could’ve sworn he was floating. There were dozens of cases, being framed for murder, a cult, and more. A new house and new team members and a baby on the way and a million stories and kisses and flights between it all.

Y/N reaches a hand up to caress his cheek and that smile of hers still manages to melt his heart every single time. He leans in to kiss her as sweetly as he did after their first real date and as deeply as she did the time she managed to pull from him exactly how he felt about her uniform. Eventually Amelia meows in indignation at the lack of attention she is receiving, and he pulls away to placate her by rubbing her ears.

“So I think you owe me a plane, Doctor,” Y/N teases.

“On a government salary?” he laughs. “That might take a while. But I’ll put in enough overtime to buy you a whole fleet if that would make you happy.”

Through it all, they’re happy. Reid is happy. So incredibly over the moon happy every single day that they’re together. They lie down in bed and he holds her close and whispers promises of the jet of her dreams and he can feel her laughter against his chest.

If he had to do it all over again, he would in a heartbeat, so long as it means being here by her side. A profiler and his beloved pilot. The future stretching out before them like the infinite horizon.

#flight risk #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #fanfiction #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #reid x reader

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pyrodarknessanny · 4 years

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call out post for Krystal

Well I was originally going to be the bigger person and just walk from this , but since you INSIST on cussing me out over FB and have asked your followers to check my accounts / contact me to pass on messages that you your self are too cowardly to pass on . seriously . I’m not hiding I’m right here and you DO have the means to make contact. this is for you narcissist.

you’re so worried about your stepdad finding you, well he already has , he IS YOU. and you don’t even care but I’m the enemy for calling you out. for those playing at home lets go over ALL of the receipts since they want to vilify me. I was really hopping that you would be there at the wedding ,and I had already gone to a huge effort making sure that would be a safe space for you, and your special requirements because I wanted you to be there as your self and be comfortable. But you needed to tow the line a little bit too and improve your mental health , I have spoken to you about that on many occasions we even discussed it in person when I came up early in the year to see you. I’ve been understanding of your circumstances , tried to help you but you just want to mope and go for the cheapest possible pity points imaginable.

We have expressed concerns over your constant suicide posting and depression posting. Given legitimate advice for help.

As part of planning for the big day I cannot be emotionally invested in constantly checking to see if you are stable. It is not fair on anyone to put that responsibility on them.

You are an adult in control of your own life. Several of us have told you that you have made us uncomfortable with these posts. you never communicate your issues and instead blow up on us over the smallest thing. Shifting the blame off of yourself.

You have zero consideration for how your extreme actions are making those around you feel. You got told off for harassment but that’s not your fault because you’re stressed out ? we are all stressed out. from just this weekend. mum asked you politely to not comment negatively on her posts because you were causing her distress. A person who has been nothing but kind and accepting to you!, but instead of backing off you doubled down. then I politely asked you to leave her alone, saying if you didn’t agree with the content of her posts to mute her and not interact.

But once more you doubled down and immediately made a Facebook post making out like this was a personal attack.

you refuse to acknowledge that the problem we have with your comments had nothing to do with the fact that the posts were about religion . the PROBLEM was that you were making people uncomfortable , were asked to ease off but then chose to make them even more uncomfortable. so I called you out about that in a chat with 2 other close friends. I pointed out what was problematic about your behaviour and asked you to seek help because once more you were making us uncomfortable even though we were being accommodating to you.

I told you that if you didn’t get a handle on it you would be uninvited to the wedding because you are stressing everyone out with how you are behaving and as the primary organizer of said wedding I am under an intense amount of stress already without having to deal with this fire that you lit on yourself. others in the chat also reaffirmed that they wanted you to get help and could see the pattern of negative behaviour . instead of taking anything said on board you twisted it around and made excuses for it .

You then IMEDEATLY took to face book and posted how mean we were being and how fragile you are. followed by several suicide posts and a post that reads

“ you should just unfriend me right now, for your own good”

cool! I did just that!

You don’t see how your actions are not only hurting you but also hurting the people around you! So yes I removed you from my FB and revoked your invitation to the wedding.

because your behaviour is a major liability at present. I told you we all have things going on that are causing us stress. And I told you that it is not fair on anyone to put the responsibility of your mental health on them. You need to take accountability to that if you can’t hold a conversation with people you know closely without being triggered or set off then you are NOT coping as well as you make out to be. yes I did call the police to perform a welfare check on you.

If you really think you can fill your FB with hourly posts about committing suicide without getting that kind of attention, then there is something seriously not right going on in your head.

That is not a normal thing to do, and if you are that distressed then you NEED TO BE GETTING HELP.

Not posting for pity points.

I honestly do hope that they put you on some kind of crisis list, or keep you under observation because you need it.

but sure, I’m the heartless evil cunt for doing that. You are unstable and out of control lashing out at anyone who disagrees with you and then playing the victim when called out about it.

2 more things of note.

stop telling people I owe you money. There is NO COMMISSION. you wanted me to purchase something for you from overseas, you have your goods that transaction is completed. I OWE YOU NOTHING. as for your OC. I will be wrighting them out of the story immediately.

However you get no say in how it’s done.

You voided that right the second you decided to go down this path.

This is the biggest loss my readers were really fond of her, she was one of the more popular members of the cast.

But since you don’t want me using her anymore and quite frankly the idea of keeping her on disgusts me now she will be removed from the story. the fact that you would tank our entire friendship over something as minute as being asked to leave someone who respected you and acknowledged you for you and was making an effort not to dead name yous comment section alone because it was distressing them.

Says volumes about the type person you have turned into. when I first met you , you were meek , scared but you still had kindness in you. now all I see is an abusive manipulative spoilt brat who can’t handle even the slightest inconvenience.

I mean it with FULL CONVICTION when I say you have become the very person you have been running from all this time.

I have ended friendships over less in the past and you have had a front row seat to that. I honestly thought you were a better person than this, but you have only proved me wrong. I’m not going to fight for a friendship when the other person only wants to be coddled and treated like a delicate flower. Life isn’t like that. I hope the rest of you also wake up to what this person is doing.

They self-sabotage on purpose. we have been close friends for over 6 years. I’ve helped her thru several crisis points during that time and have been nothing but supportive of her. but you won’t hear about any of that. because now I am a “snake” as she so puts it.

I know what abuse looks like , I’ve lived thru it my self I know that the signs are. I know what its like to be suicidal I HAVE been in that position my self. but the people who weaponize their conditions to get their way , or to get out of being accountable for doing something selfish and harmful to others are the absolute worst kind of people. this friendship is over. you have given nothing and made no attempts to save it. cuss me out all you like . tell your followers what ever the fuck you like.

but you will never be able to escape the fact that you wrought this upon your self by being selfish. you burnt this bridge.

#sorry guys but i gotta air some dirty laundry #enjoy the drama #shits wild

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oohfluffy · 4 years

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TIHM Ch.2 | BBH

Group: EXO

Member: Byun Baekhyun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Rated M | University!AU | Football!AU

Word Count: 1,818

chapter 2

The final bell rang throughout the room, signalling the end of the last subject for the day. However, your professor seems to have a different schedule as he continued discussing the human anatomy all over again. You stared at his powerpoint presentation, trying to keep awake and take notes of what he was saying.

You can hear some of your schoolmates already buzzing and getting ready to pack their things. After ten minutes, your professor finally ended his lecture, but not before leaving a hundred pages of lessons to review for a short quiz on the next meeting. You just let out a sigh as you hear groans of complaints among your schoolmates.

"Do you guys wanna hang out?" You hear someone ask around. "I hear that there is a newly opened pizza place near the bookstore by the street!"

"Yeah! I want to go!"

"I'm in for the food!"

"As long as Irene would go, I will too!"

You didn't bother looking at the crowd forming at the back of the room, and continued packing your things. You never went to any group gatherings anyway, not that they made efforts to invite you in any. You were invisible in their eyes.

You stood up from your seat and quickly went out of the room without a sound. It was just half of the first week of your 3rd year college life, and it was the same as ever. As soon as you saw the lockers by the hallway, you brought out your key. Since it was nearing weekend, you'll start bringing home your books to read.

"You skipped practice on the last two days, man!"

"I was busy—"

"Busy with what?! What is more important than practice?!"

"Sex, man. I'm betting he did—"

"Shut up, Sehun."

That was the last thing you heard before your locker door hit you in the face.

You groaned in pain as you pushed the small locker door away from your sight, looking down at your feet. You cursed in your mind while your hand caressed your reddening cheek.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry!" You felt a hand touching your shoulder, urging you to turn around. You just waved your other hand without bothering to look back at the person. "I'm so sorry, miss. I-I wasn't looking where I was going—"

"It's okay." You said, just so he will stop talking to you. You flinched as you became aware of his warm slender fingers on top of your shoulder. You moved away from him, closing your locker quickly after getting your books. You locked your locker and silently nodded your head at his direction, being respectful enough to acknowledge his presence and apology.

You held onto your left cheek with a frown as you waited for the bus in the waiting shed. You heard noisy teenagers hanging around the shed, making your eyebrow furrow in annoyance. Your eyes couldn't stop looking at them as you waited.

You saw how much fun they were having.

Their smiles, laughs, and teasings that they share within their circle of friends, you kind of envy their bond. You looked away as you gripped on the straps of your backpack tighter.

How fun.

"I'm home." You said as you entered your apartment. You hear the radio's noise in the kitchen, making you smile. You quickly placed your shoes on the rack, and running to the kitchen. As you saw your roommate by the stove, you grinned in delight.

"My girl is home!" She exclaimed as she noticed your presence by the counter. She's in her baby blue apron with her hair in a messy bun.

"Jiwon-ah." You greeted her as you sat on the tall stool chair by the kitchen island. "You got out of campus early today, huh?"

"Yep! Our prof for the last class was absent, and she just sent us an email for the upcoming quiz." Jiwon shrugged as she looked at the ramen she was cooking. When you met her two years ago, you didn't expect she will be a bubbly person. She's so pretty to the point you got intimidated of her dashing looks. You were not prepared to have someone bright as her to be your roommate in college. "I cannot accept the fact that we're having quizzes in the first week!"

But she was more than her looks. She was talkative, never letting you hear a pin dropping on the floor with her loud voice. She was also outgoing, becoming friends with people from different courses. You won't be surprised if she knows everyone in the campus. Even Irene's group knows her despite being in a different building.

"Me too." You frowned as you remember the hundred pages you need to read this weekend. You might start reading them later if there are no disturbances like Jiwon's loud voice. You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn't notice Jiwon was done cooking and was already beside you as she place a bowl of ramen in front of you.

"Ooh, what the hell happened to your cheek, girl?" She pointed at your cheek, where a small bruise was forming. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before realizing that that locker door has probably damaged your face more than you thought it did. "Did someone punch you?!"

"No, no. It's an accident." You placed your hand on your cheek and tried pressing it, only to grunt in pain. "Damn, that locker door is harder than it seems."

"What? Someone hit you with a locker door?!"

"It's an accident, Jiwon." You shook your head as you sighed, picking up the chopsticks on your bowl to start eating. "Thanks for cooking ramen."

"Who was it?" She continued questioning you, picking her chopsticks up as well. "Did that person apologize?"

"I don't know who was it. Yes, he did."

"Well, that's good. If he didn't, I would have to find him and kick him where it hurts the most." Jiwon smirked as she munched on her noodles. You just chuckled at her protectiveness and ignored her incoming threats to anyone who tries to hurt her roommate. "I don't like how your batchmates do not want to get close to you. Like you're one of the best people I've ever met, and they're just treating you as an invisible woman."

You felt better chatting with your best friend slash roommate. She was the only one who appreciated you, and treated you as her own sister. She may be clingy most of the time, but she makes you feel accepted in this new environment you are living in.

"Oh! I forgot to ask you if you're interested in working part-time in my aunt's new coffee shop?"

Your eyes widened as you turned to her, full of excitement and curiosity. Jiwon glanced at you and laughed as she shook her head.

"Why did I even ask, you love coffee." She said with a smile, making you nod in agreement.

"I would love to work in a coffee shop, Jiwon!" You responded after you slurped down the soup from your bowl. You worked at the library last year, until you got too busy with school and ended up quitting in the summer. "I was about to seek for part-time jobs around the campus. Thank goodness you asked me."

"Welp, I'm your fairy godmother! It's my responsibility to make your life easier!"

You spent the whole night listening to your best friend's stories and gossips, which you aren't really interested but chose to listen. You enjoyed her company anyway. You looked at your biology book resting on the table in front of you, deciding that you can start reading tomorrow.

"Are you going on Friday?" Jiwon asked you, making you look back at her in confusion. She raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "Of course you don't know about the first football game of the term!"

"Oh, that. What?"

"You're not going as usual? Oh come on! Come with me on Friday!" She pouted while shaking your arm in persuasion. "I'll introduce you to nicer people!"

"I've met your friends, you know. They're not that interested to be—"

"Not Krystal and her entourage! I said nicer people!" She emphasized, her eyes widening as if to prove a point. "I'm certain you will like them!"

"Will they like me though?" You rebutted her, raising your eyebrow. Jiwon huffed, shoulders deflating in defeat. She looks so sad that you almost gave in her favor.

"I'll buy you two corn dogs, extra large fries, and mocha frappe if you go—"

"I will go." You said in a heartbeat as you heard food involved in the deal. "You should have said earlier that you'll provide those."

"You bitch." She laughed as she pinched your cheek. "EXO will be playing, so we need to get there as early as possible or else we won't find any seats."

"EXO?" You mumbled as you tried remembering what or who was that. You just remember hearing the name a year ago when the music festival arrived.

"You don't know them too?!" Your best friend shrieked as she looked at you in disbelief for the nth time tonight. "You've been in the university for two damn years and you don't know them?!"

"Stop screaming, our neighbors will totally report us tomorrow." You rolled your eyes at her. "I've heard of them before, I just can't recall who are they."

Jiwon just sighed in dismay as she leaned her back on the bean bag. You looked at her in expectation, waiting for her long ass explanation. And that is what you get.

"EXO is a group of hot guys, coming from the Engineering, Advertising, Art, and Music departments. Most of them are scholars, and not only they are intelligent, they are also talented. Some participates in dance competitions internationally, and some in band festivals. If not performing arts, intellectual competitions are what they join into!" Jiwon narrated like a storyteller, hands going up in the air as she enthusiastically emphasize her admiration to the said people.

You nodded as you listened to her introduction. Sounds like a popular group.

"They also represent our university's football team!" She exclaimed excitedly, looking at you with a smile. "That's why they are so well-known everywhere. They are just so amazing!"

"I see." You replied to her long explanation, with a serious face as if you were indeed interested in the so-called group of hot guys.

"That's all you can say?"

You shrugged at her dismayed question. She scoffed at your indifference.

"Well, we still need to get on the field real early!"

"Then you need to buy my food as soon as you get out of your class then." You smiled innocently at her frowning face. "I'll head to the field as early as I can and save us seats."

"Hmp, fine!"

You are so looking forward to that most anticipated game.

Really.

—

♫ Ch. 3

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1dfangirls35 · 4 years

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Voir Dire (N.H.) A fake dating OU about contracts, soulmates and risking it all for love.

Masterlist // Tell Me What You Think!

twenty-seven

Niall sat at a coffee table in West Hollywood, tapping his fingers against the wooden structure . He told himself he was only doing that because he was impatient, but the truth was, he was a little nervous about being here. Krystal had asked to grab lunch with him today. He wasn't keen on the idea at first, especially considering he and Kelsey were still at a sort of impasse. But he'd thought about what Kelsey had said the other night, and he knew she was right. He needed to ask for the paternity test; to give him peace of mind once and for all.

Things with Kelsey, were well... at a standstill. She'd texted him the next day, apologizing for the way she'd acted. Saying that she knew he was just trying to do the right thing, but that she still wasn't quite sure where her place in all this was. She said she needed time; that maybe she'd rushed into things.

Niall had begun to wonder if maybe they'd both rushed into things. Was Niall rushing into this new record label? His departure from Capitol? Was this all too much too soon? It had seemed like the perfect solution weeks ago, but now, even Niall questioned whether being back with Kelsey was the right decision for anyone other than him.

But for now he was at lunch with Krystal. Who also happened to be the last person Kelsey would want him to be spending time with. Niall knew this lunch was a necessary evil. He needed to figure this out: the balancing of these two women in his life, because for the time being he was doing a real shit job at it, if he said so himself.

Krystal arrived looking flustered. Her usually well-groomed blonde hair, a mess on the top of her head. Her face tired, like she hadn't slept in days. Niall noticed that her baby bump was just beginning to peak out from her oversized grey t-shirt. Before long it would be impossible to hide. She greeted Niall with a hug and a somewhat forced smile.

"How are you?" Niall asked, as Krystal took a seat across from him, taking a sip of the water with lemon that Niall had ordered for each of them.

"I'm okay," she replied, and Niall sensed the fatigue in her voice. "Thanks for grabbing lunch with me, I know Kelsey probably doesn't like us being seen together." Krystal averted her eyes, like if she stared at Niall for too long, someone would come and tell her off. Had she forgotten that in the eyes of the press these too were still very much together?

"Actually, I was glad you asked. I had something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Niall I need to tell you something," Krystal blurted out, as if she hadn't even been listening to what Niall had been saying. Her voice strayed from its usual confident nature. Niall could tell whatever she had to say was bothering her, because she can't seem to sit still, fidgeting in her seat like a child in kindergarten.

"Is it the baby? Is everything okay?" Niall asked, his mind jumping to the worst possible scenario.

"Everything's okay Niall. The baby's fine." Krystal's hand reaches down to feel the small bump on her stomach that was growing daily.

"Then what is it?" Niall asked.

Krystal took a deep breath. "Please try to understand, I didn't want to lie to you Niall. I was just trying to do what I thought was best."

"Krystal..." Niall began, feeling his pulse quicken.

"I wanted it to be yours," Krystal spit out, her eyes growing glossy. "I wanted it to be yours SO bad. Because I knew that you, Niall Horan, would take responsibility. You wouldn't run the opposite direction, and you wouldn't leave me all alone. You would be the best dad that the world had ever seen," Krystal's words had turned into sobs now. "And he, he was just some dead-beat minor league baseball player that I slept with because I was lonely. And when he dropped me, and I found out, I didn't even let myself think twice about it. Because it could have been you. I needed it to be you." Tears run down Krystal's cheeks now, and Niall noticed that a few fellow restaurant patrons had turned their head to look in their direction.

"What are you saying?" Niall asked, but he was pretty sure he knew what exactly what Krystal was saying. He just needed to hear her say the words out loud.

"The baby's not yours, Niall. I got a paternity test."

Niall felt the world come to a stop. Words were leaving Krystal's mouth in flustered sobs but he was hearing it all in slow motion, like someone had shoved him underwater and he could only make out bits and pieces. He wasn't sure if it was relief, anger, disappointment or a combination of the three, but for a man who usually had an endless supply of words, he found his reserve to have suddenly run dry.

"How long have you known?" he asked, fighting back the lurch in the back of his throat. The thought that if he had simply asked, if he had done what Kelsey said months ago, he could have avoided this mess in the first place. Niall thinks of all the nights he spent tossing and turning over how to make this work, how he was going to be a father and travel the world playing music and do right by his kid. Except it wasn't his kid now, was it?

Krystal's eyes dropped to the floor in shame. "About a month."

"Were you going to tell me? Would you have even told me if it wasn't for Kelsey?"

Krystal bit her lip, because even she wasn't sure of the answer. She'd like to think that in the end she would have come clean, that she wouldn't have let her one mistake ruin the life of the one man who had done nothing but treat her with respect. The man who had changed her life, and in most ways for the better. But the truth of it was Krystal had wanted to be selfish, because the thought of having to raise this child on her own had been nearly unbearable.

She tried to get out the words but they became incomprehensible, instead turning into gruntled sobs, her breath labored and face becoming an unflattering shade of red. She expected Niall to get up and leave, because how could he possibly stay when all she had done was lie to him for the past 4 months. But instead she feels the warmth of his arm as it wraps around her shoulder, then ever so gently bringing her head to his chest.

"Hey, it's okay," Niall said softly, rubbing gently circles on Krystal's back as she cried into his shoulder. He's well aware that they have become the lunch hour entertainment, but he ignored it. He could imagine how hard this must be for Krystal, to have harbored that secret for so long.

"I'm so sorry," Krystal whimpered.

"It's okay," Niall whispered back, Krystal's head still pressed against the side of his neck.

Niall wanted to be angry at Krystal, because his life over the past few months would have a been a lot simpler if she had just told the truth from the beginning. Kelsey wouldn't have hated his guts. Kelsey wouldn't have doubted their relationship when they finally found each other again. Niall wouldn't have worried what fatherhood would do to his career.

But he can't be angry with her. He knows how hard this has been on her. Losing her mother's support, her heart being broken by a man she thought could be something more, possibly losing the acting career she was working so hard to achieve.

Krystal pulled back from his embrace, using the back of her hand to wipe her now running nose. "I wish I would have told you from the beginning that it could have been Eric's. Honest to god, Niall, I do. But then you were so good about it. So attentive and caring and I knew that you would be such a good father. I was afraid of what would happen if it wasn't yours," Krystal's bottom lip quivered. "And then you went to Vegas, and you saw Kelsey again and I knew I should get the test. And even when I held that flimsy piece of paper in my hand ready to look at the results I prayed to God that it would be yours. Because I didn't think I could do that alone. And when it wasn't, well... I didn't know how to tell you."

"You can tell me you hate me," Krystal said quietly, she grabbed the white cloth napkin from the tabletop bringing it up to wipe away the remnants of mascara clinging to her cheeks.

"I don't hate you Krystal," Niall replied.

"How could you not? You almost lost the love of your life because I was afraid of being alone!"

"Listen, Krystal," Niall grabbed Krystal's hands as he knelt beside her chair. "Just because I'm not the father, doesn't mean I'm not going to be there for you, if you need it. I'd like to think after all of this we are friends. So let me be your friend. No one should have to do this alone, mistakes made or not."

"You're a good man, Niall Horan," Krystal smiled softly. "And I really hope things work out for you two," Krystal said. "You deserve it. You deserve to be happy."

"So do you," Niall responded. "You and this little munchkin in here," he set his hands on Krystal's belly and grinned when he felt a little kick. "Uncle Niall has a nice ring to it."

"It does," Krystal laughed softly, and Niall was grateful to see a small smile on her face again. "Now what did you need to talk to me about?"

"Doesn't matter now," Niall shook his head, retreating to his seat. "Let's eat some lunch."

**********************

Niall had barely reached his car door when he dialed Kelsey's number. Surprisingly, she answered on the first ring.

"Kelsey?" Niall said softly, half afraid that she would hang up on him before he had the chance to share the news.

"Yes, Niall," Kelsey replied. She didn't understand why he was calling her. Especially not after she explicitly told him that she needed space. But then again, she didn't exactly wonder why she'd answered without hesitation when his name flashed across her screen.

"You were right."

"About what?" Kelsey asked with confusion.

"The baby. Krystal got a paternity test. It's not mine. It's her ex's."

Kelsey stayed quiet for a moment and Niall wondered what this reaction meant. Was she relieved? Was she angry that he hadn't found out earlier?

"Wow." Those were the only words that Kelsey could think to say. What she really wanted to do was scream for joy. Go out in celebration. She wouldn't be the evil stepmother. She wouldn't have to share Niall with Krystal. She and Niall could maybe, finally, be happy.

"Aren't you going to tell me 'I told you so'?" Niall asked expectantly, picturing Kelsey on the other end of the phone with a smug grin plastered onto her face.

She wanted to. But she doesn't, instead she whispered "Are you okay?".

"Ya, 'course," Niall said, scratching his chin. "I don't know what to feel right now to be honest."

"This is good Niall." Kelsey paused. "For you. For us."

"I know it's just..."

"You got excited to be a dad." Kelsey finished his sentence for him.

"Am I crazy for thinking that?" Niall exclaimed. He felt he had this all wrong. Because he should be celebrating that he would get to keep his freedom for a few more years of his life. He had been waived of additional responsibility for the time being, but a part of him feels...disappointed.

"No," Kelsey replied softly. "You'll be a great dad one day Niall. But today is not that day."

Now it is Niall's turn to stay quiet on the other end of the line. He has so much he wants to say to Kelsey, but he's not even sure where to start.

"I'm sorry I'm not there right now," Kelsey said.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I didn't ask Krystal sooner. She got a paternity test over a month ago. And before you start on her," Niall began, just as Kelsey was about to ask how she could keep that a secret for so long. "She feels awful. She was scared." Niall took a deep breath. "I know you needed some time to think, and maybe this seems like the solution to all our problems, but I want you to know Kelsey, I told Krystal I'd still be there for her if she needs me. I'm not going to abandon her."

Kelsey twirled a pen sitting on the desk in front of her. "I understand Niall." She didn't want to act like this had suddenly made her mind up for her, but hadn't it? Niall becoming a father was the biggest insecurity Kelsey had in their relationship and now it was solved.

Niall was a good man. A kind-hearted soul that maybe she didn't deserve. This Krystal situation had only proved that. And Kelsey was still scared, scared that this would end in disaster and heartbreak once again. But she was also tired. Tired of making excuses for herself to not be happy. Tired of worrying what would go wrong this time. Tired of being scared to accept the love that was clearly in front of her. It was time for her to be happy, for both of them to be happy. "Let's do this. All in."

"You're sure?" Niall asked, wondering if this time Kelsey really meant it.

"Positive."

Niall smiled. "Capitol Records isn't going to know what hit them."

Tag List: @awomanindeniall , @ihearthemcallingforyou , @niall-is-my-dream , @stylishmuser , @thicksniall

#i think many of you have been waiting for this for a while #writingby1dfangirls35 #voir dire #niall horan #niallff #nh #niall x ofc #fake dating #secret relationship #one direction #1dff

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The Nanny Affair.

The Senator.

A/N: Okay so it’s time for the fanfic CROSSOVER OF ALL CROSSOVERS! This will be fun! So; Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. Contains sexual content and strong language. You know? The basic usual from me. 😁 | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Characters: Sam Dalton (LI) and Krystal Parker (MC) | Special Appearances by Adrian Raines and Tiana Reynolds-Raines | All Characters: names (except MC) are property of Pixelberry. | Current Word Count: 4,320 words |

Now this story takes place a day after “The Tease” fanfic which you can find here: The Tease

Story And Song Inspiration: Would U Mind? And Any Time Any Place-Janet Jackson.

As she got ready to go; Krystal couldn’t believe her luck. She, Sam and Robin were going to a campaign fundraiser held by Senator Adrian Raines. She was beyond excited. “Ohmygod! I’m gonna meet Adrian Raines! Ohhhhhhhh man! I can’t wait! I can’t wait! I can’t wait!”, she said to herself.

After checking out her dress one last time; she all but ran to the living room to meet Sam and Robin. “Damn! Watch out people! Dangerous curves ahead!”, Robin said to her with a smirk. Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance at his brother and and said to him, “Do you ever quit?” Robin merely shrugged.

“Where’s Sofia? Isn’t she coming too?”, she asked them. “Nope. She’s still in Boston at the symposium.”, Sam replies.

“Thank God!”, she thought to herself.

“Sooo…are we ready to go?”, she asked. “Yup! Carter is outside.”, Sam told her. Soon; they were off to Adrian’s private home in Northwest D.C. When they got there Krystals’ jaw hit the ground. The home was extravagant, luxurious and obnoxiously rich.

They were greeted at the door by Adrians’ campaign managers Nikhil Banderjee and Deanna Jansen. “Ahhh Mr. Dalton! How wonderful it is for you to join us this evening!”, Nikhil said to Sam. “Thank you Nikhil. It’s great to be here. I’m sure you remember my brother Robin Flores. And this is my date for the evening: Krystal Parker.” With a gentlemanly bow and a kiss on the back of her hand; Nikhil says to her, “welcome to our humble event Ms. Parker! I trust you’ll have great time tonight.” “Thank you! I’m excited to be here!”, she replied. “Now let me show you all inside.”, he said as he ushered them indoors.

Once inside; Krystal was instantly in love with the decor. It was all a mix of modern, contemporary and traditional. Servers bustled about the guests with flowing drinks and delicious hors d’oeuvres.

While she stood right next to Sam; her eyes scanned the room for any signs Adrian or his wife Tiana. Sam took notice and whispered in a teasing tone, “let me guess. You are like every other woman here. An Adrian Raines fangirl, right?” “I am NOT a fangirl, Sam! I just think devastatingly sexy that’s all.”, she replies. “Uh huh. And how many copies of his autobiography do you have?”, he asked her. She glared at him and said, “7 copies currently.” He chuckled and said, “thought so…fangirl!”

Just as she opened her mouth to retort; in sweeps Adrian and Tiana arm in arm. Krystal was completely star struck.

“Goddamn he’s even sexier than I ever thought he’d be!”, she muttered to herself.

The room went quiet when Adrian began to speak. “Good evening one and all! My family and I thank you for joining us here tonight. Your attendance and donations to my campaign will go towards a worthy and noble cause. For both humans and vampires alike. Now please enjoy yourselves! I know I will!”

After Adrian closed his speech; Krystal looked around again. Only instead of looking for Adrian; she was looking for Robin.

“Ummm where did your brother disappear to?”, she whispered to Sam. “Ohhh! He’s over there in the corner with one of the servers.”, he replies as motions to Robin’s location. “Is he really hitting on that server?”, she asks. “Knowing him? Yup. And she’s not just a server. She’s a vampire.”, he answered. “Wait! How do you know that she’s a vampire?”, she asks him. “See that tattoo on her upper arm? It’s not an actual tattoo. It’s a brand. It’s given to all vampires across the world. It’s actually the brand of Adrian’s clan in New York; but it was made into the universal vampire brand when he got elected.”, he explained to her.

“Ohhh God! She’s not gonna…like bite him or anything, is she?”, she asks. “No. Not unless it’s something consensual; like a feeding. The killing of humans by vampires is banned around the world. That’s one of the terms of Adrian’s senatorial agreement. No vampire is allowed to kill a human ever again.”, he explained to her.

“So he’s just macking?”, she says to him.

“That’s one way to put it. Come on let’s go see Adrian so you can get your school girl; fawning over her crush who just walked past her over with.”, he replies. She scoffed and rolled her eyes at him as she followed behind him.

Adrian was surrounded by other guests but lit up; when Sam and Krystal approached.

“Sam! It’s good to you my friend!”, he said as he greeted him. “It’s good to see you too, brother!”, Sam replied. “How are the boys? I thought they’d be with you.”, Adrian asked Sam. “They ditched me for the Florida sun, sand and surf. But they’ll be back this coming Tuesday. How’s fatherhood treating you, old man?”, he replied.

Adrian chuckled and said, “Y’know? I don’t ever remember it being this hard. My two will definitely run you ragged if you let them. I’m sure you understand.” Sam replies, “yeah I do. I’m surprised I’m still able to keep her around.”, he says as he introduces him to her. “By the way, this is Krystal. She’s the boys new nanny. Sofia would’ve been here with me; but she’s away on business; so I asked her to come with me. Ohhhhh and just so you know; she’s a really big fan of yours. Has 7 copies of your autobiography.”

She was mortified and ready to kill Sam. “Well hello Krystal. It’s always nice to meet a fan.”, he said as her kisses her hand. “H-Hi Mr. Raines! It’s a pleasure to meet you!”, she blurted out nervously. Sam just snickered at her and teasingly said, “What’d I tell ya? School girl crush!”

She just glared at him. “Leave me alone!”, she snapped at him. “I take it; he always does this to you?”, Adrian asked her. “Pretty much.”, she replied. “Good ole Sam! Always with the slow torture. Now my friend; I take it you’re both here with your idiotic brother because of this Nightingale Project; your company is working on, correct?”, Adrian asks Sam.

“Yes. We’d love for Raines Corp to partner with us.”, he replied. “I thought so. Now if you want Raines Corp on board; you know who you have to talk to; since I don’t run the day-to-day anymore.”, he told him. “Ohhh I know exactly who I have to talk to. I just wanted your blessing to do so.”, he said to Adrian. “You know I couldn’t stop her even if I wanted to.”, Adrian said.

Before Krystal could say anything to either one of them; a woman called out. “Is that my stallion?” Sam flashed a wolfish grin; before he turned around to Adrian’s wife Tiana walking up and replied, “Hello beautiful! It’s been a while.” “Hey yourself handsome! It sure has.”, she said to him as the two greeted each other.

“Are you two quite finished?”, Adrian muttered. “Oh stop it Adrian!”, she told him. “Yeah. You know she loves her stallion!”, Sam quipped. “Now Sam…where are my babies? You know I love to see them!”, she fussed at him. “Like I told your husband earlier; they ditched me for Florida.”, he said to her.

“Fair enough.”, she replied before turning to Krystal. “Well hello there! You must be a friend of Sam’s.”, she said to her. “Yes. I’m Krystal Parker. I’m the boys nanny.”, she replied. “The nanny, huh? Where’s your chihuahua Sam?”, Tiana asked him. Krystal and Adrian snickered.

“Boston for a symposium.”, he replied. “Miracles do exist! Thank God! Now what’s this I hear about The Nightingale Project?”, she said to him. “Why don’t we talk business, later?”, he said to her his with a wink. “Of course my stallion. Ms. Parker it was wonderful to meet you!”, she said with a warm smile. “Likewise Mrs. Raines.”, she replied.

“Ohhh please. Call me Tiana. The only people allowed to call me Mrs. Raines are shareholders and board members. And even they don’t call me Mrs. Raines.”, she said with a wink. “Shall we, love?”, Adrian asked his wife; she nodded as she took his arm. “We’ll see you two a little later. We’re off to mingle with the other guests.”, Adrian said as they took their leave.

After they left; Krystal was still trying to process everything that had just happened. “Did that really just happen? Did I really just meet THE Adrian Raines AND his wife Tiana?”, she asked Sam. “Yeah. You did. And you managed to not fall over yourself doing it. I’m proud of you!”, he teased. “Ugh! Why are you like this?”, she groaned. “Because it’s fun to tease you…kitten.”, he growled in her ear as he pulled her close. She shivered as she leaned into him. “Let’s go find my brother and our seats. Dinner is about to be served.”, he told her as they went to look for Robin.

An hour after dinner; it was time for dancing. Couples formed and soon twirled around on the dance floor. “Care to dance Ms. Parker?”, Sam asked Krystal. “Why I’d love to, Mr. Dalton!”, she replied. Soon they were off. Twirling around with the rest of the couples. “You dance divinely, sir!”, she told him. “Why thank you, my dear! It’s a talent!”, he replied. They danced together in a companionable silence for several minutes.

She eventually broke the ice with a question. “So, how long have you known Adrian and Tiana?” “I met Tiana before I met Adrian. She and Lily were childhood friends with my late wife; they went to school from 1st grade to high school together. Those three were thick as thieves. As a matter of fact; Tiana and Lily planned the boys baby shower. I didn’t formally meet Adrian until after the boys were born. Before everything went down in New York. We’ve always been biotech rivals but he’s a good man. When he’s not stealing right out from under me, that is.”, he told her. “So you and Adrian have always been frenemies?”, she asked.

“In a way; yes we have. Sometimes I think he’s still pissed that I beat him in a poker game.”, he replied. She chuckled softly as they danced. “You look beautiful. You know that right?”, he whispered in her ear.

“Trying to butter me up after teasing me earlier?”, she asked him. “No! I just think you’re extremely beautiful!…and yeah. I’m trying to butter you up. Is it working?”, he asked. She just smiled and shook her head. “Good. I love to see you smile.”, he told her. Soon; she got tired so they walked went to tour the garden. That’s when they joined by Adrian and Tiana.

“Enjoying your evening, you two?”, Sam asked the happy couple. “Of course we are. It’s been a wonderful night. I hope you two enjoyed yourselves.”, Adrian replies. “We did. You threw an amazing party. Of course you’re campaign will have Dalton Enterprises support if…”, Sam trails off; causing Adrian to roll his eyes and chuckle. “That’s the one thing I can count on. Sam Dalton and his determination.”

“It’s a gift. What can I say?”, Sam says to him with a shrug. “So how about it, beautiful? You ready to talk shop?”, Sam ask Tiana. “Absolutely! Lead the way, stallion!”, she replied. “I’ll be back.”, he tells Krystal before leaving to talk business with Tiana.

Adrian turns to Krystal with an amused look on his face. “Well you’re a curious thing aren’t you?”, he asks her. “Just a little bit.”, she replies. “Tell me; what is a beautiful girl like you doing working for Sam Dalton of all people?”, he asks her. “I love those boys. Even when they drive me crazy. What can I say?”, she replied with sheepish smile. “I can respect that. They are 2 very wonderful children. But I gotta ask; how do I steal you from him?”, he asks her.

She was flustered. “You want me to work for you, Mr. Raines?”, she asks. “Please call me Adrian. I deal with enough that ‘Mr. Raines’ bullshit around the office. But; to answer your question, yes I would love for you to work for me.”, he says to her; the intense look in his eyes made her shiver. “What about your wife? I mean never mind the fact that; she is the Goddess of all Vampires. Won’t she be upset?”, she asks him. “T? Nahh not even a little bit.”, he replied. “Ohhh…well if I were to accept your offer; what would you have me do?”, she asked.

“Well; after talking to Robin I know for a fact that you have a chem degree. Although; I don’t see you confining yourself to a lab. I’d have you working in my office directly.”, he said to her. “Like Tiana was?”, she asked. “Something like that, yes.”, he answered.

“That means; I’d be working closely with one of the most powerful vampires in the world. Ohh man! That’s an amazing opportunity.”, she said. “Not sure?”, he asked. “I mean like I said; it’s an amazing opportunity for me; I just…I’m not…if it were any other time in my life I would but; I’m not that I can right now.”, she told him. “Damn! Robin was right. You are loyal to Sam.”, he said with a small chuckle. “I suddenly feel a lot better.”, she told him. “I’m not here to poach you from Sam, Krystal. Instead how about a dance?”, he asked. “I’d love to, Adrian!”, she replied.

They walked back inside and danced together. During their dance; they talked and Krystal became fascinated with him.

“Can I ask you a question, Adrian?”, she asks him. “Sure.”, he replies. “I know you’re a vampire and all but; ummmm…your…your…fangs are real, yes?”, she asked hoping she hadn’t offended him.

That’s when he closed his eyes and when he opened them; they were blood red. That’s when he leaned in close and said, “would you like to find out?” With a smirk; she replied, “definitely!” With a toothy grin; he told her, “it’s been a while since I had a human woman in my bed. So while I finish up here; you’re going to go upstairs to the bedroom on the right and wait. Understand?” She swallowed hard and nodded her head, yes. With one final twirl; he whispers in her ear, “I’ll see you in a few.”

Krystal slipped out of the party; and soon found herself in Adrian’s bedroom. She couldn’t believe it. She was actually about to spend the night with Adrian Raines. She was excited and terrified at the same time. But the one thing she wasn’t feeling was bad about it. Soon; her waiting paid off; as Adrian strolled in as calm and casual as ever.

“Sorry about that. You weren’t waiting long were you?”, he asked. She shook her head no. “Would you like a drink?”, he asked her. “A Whiskey double.”, she replied.

“The lady knows what she likes.”, he said before handing her the drink. “So; tell me, Krystal…what are you doing here?”, he asks. “You mean besides you inviting me to your bedroom? I’m curious about you, Senator Raines.”, she told him. “I can tell you’re scared, Krystal. You don’t have to worry. I’m not going to bite. Unless you want that.”, he told her. “I do have to ask if your wife is okay with this. I wouldn’t want her to kill me.”, she said to him. “Considering that her and Sam are fucking in my office as we speak; I’d say she’s fine with this.”, he told her with a shrug.

“Sam and Tiana are in your office…ohmygod! And you’re okay with it?!”, she asks in total shock. “Absolutely! They’ve been fucking for years. Every time we come to D.C.; they hook up. T and I are an open, poly couple. Our marriage is solid. I don’t worry when she’s with him.”, he tells her. “Okay then! One more thing! Do you know where Robin is?”, she asked. “He’s with Deanna back in her room; last I checked. They used to date from what I understand.”, he replied. “Well that answers all my questions! Except one.”, she tells him. “And what is that?”, he asks her. “Why are you all the way over there, by the bar?”, she asks with playful tone in her voice.

One minute he’s by the bar; and the next minute he’s behind her with arms around her waist. “How the fuck did you do that?!”, she asked. “Vampire, love.”, he says before kissing down her neck. Feeling his strong hands touch all over her; was rich and satisfying. He slowly dragged his tongue along her neck; which caused goosebumps to pop up everywhere.

“This dress is beautiful! But; it’s a little much for what I had in mind. So let’s lose it, shall we?”, he told her as he worked her dress down her body. When she was out of her clothes; Adrian took a moment to savor the sight before him. “Damn that son of a bitch is lucky. You are delicious looking!”, he told her. “Thank you. Constantly chasing after 7 year old twins; is the ultimate workout.”, she replies. “Believe me; I’m more than sure that it is. And now that I’ve had moment to appreciate you and your immense beauty; I think it’s time to have some fun.”, he told her. “I agree! Although; you might be a tad bit overdressed…Mr. Raines.”, she told him with a wink. “Ohhhh so you’re one of those, huh?”, he asked her. “I mean…Sam does call me kitten.”, she replies with a small not so innocent shrug. “Ohhh yeah…I’m gonna have fun with you!”, he told her with a smirk.

It didn’t take him long to lose his clothes. Adrian was so close; she could feel the heat radiating off his body. He was gorgeous. He was tall, hot and chocolate all over. “See something you like?”, he asks her. “Ohhh most definitely. I can see why you and Tiana are married. Have I mentioned how fucking sexy you are?”, she says to him. Before she knew it; she was in his arms with his lips on hers.

Kissing him sent her mind into a tailspin. His lips were soft; which made the kiss that more powerfully intense. He broke their kiss; to let his mouth travel down her neck.

That’s when she felt the tiny prick of his fangs against her skin. When she looked at him; she was shocked, excited and turned on. “Whoa! They are real…”, she says as she looks at him. “Do you trust me, Krystal?”, he asked her. She nodded. With a very toothy grin; he says to her, “wonderful! Now you might want to hang on, sweetheart. Because I’m about to send you to another world.”

That’s when he picked her up and carried her to the bed. “Best! Night! Ever!”, she giggled. “Ohhh trust me; I’m just getting started.”, he told her before plunging his tongue into her mouth. As he devoured her mouth; he let his fangs scrape across her bottom lip. Him doing so; sent shockwaves running through her body.

He let his tongue slide down her neck; towards her breasts. Using his mouth and his fingers; he tasted, tortured and teased them. He would alternate between sucking on and licking her hard nipples and letting his fangs scrape against them. “God! That feels so good!”, she moaned as he continued pleasing her. “I always aim to please, love.”, he told her with a wink.

He continued down her body; letting his fang skate across her skin. The sensation was amazing. Every time she felt them on her skin; she shivered. The spots on her that his fangs touched; sent electricity coursing through her. It dueled with her rising internal heat. When he got to her lower region; he licked his lips. “I’ve been waiting for this!”, he said in a voice so low; it was almost a growl.

Being the impatient man that he is; Adrian wasted no time. He worked her legs apart and went straight for her treasure trove.

“Yesssssssssss!”, she cried out. She arched her back; and grabbed onto his sheets for dear life as he tasted her.

The intense pleasure she got from feeling his mouth on her; was a sensation she knew she’d never experience again. Her vision blurred as he intensified eating her out. She couldn’t think straight. Her body was hot; thanks to the fire that grew inside her.

Every time she felt his fangs scrape her sensitive clit; she would nearly jump off the bed. “Fuck yes! That! That right there! Don’t stop! Dear fucking God! Don’t! Stop!”, she screamed. He used his strength to keep her in place as he kept going.

Her orgasm twisted inside her as it continued to grow. He was drunk off of every sound she made. Every time she moaned, cried out, shrieked, begged and especially when she screamed; gave him life. Feeling her helplessly writhe underneath him; was energizing.

She was struggling to hold on and she knew it. The more she unraveled; the closer she got. “Ohhhhhhhh God! I don’t know how much more…I can—“, was all she was able to say before her orgasm shattered.

Her body shuddered as she exploded into his mouth. After licking his lips; he eased the grip he had on her thighs. “Delicious! I think I’m gonna like you!”, he told her as he came back up for air. “You…are…fucking…fantastic!”, she managed to get out between her body tremors.

“You’re not too tired are you?”, he asked her. “No. Just trying to catch my breath. You kinda sucked the wind outta me.”, she replied. With a low chuckle; he said to her, “sorry about that. I have a tendency to be a little rough; when I really get into the groove.” “It’s alright. Besides I do believe you mentioned something about sending me to another world.”, she told him.

“You ready for more or do you need a little more time?”, he asked her. “Ohhh I’m good! Let’s go!”, she replied. “I knew I liked you for a reason.”, he said with a devilish smirk. “What can I say? I’m a very likable girl.”, she replied; as watched him slip a condom on. “Ohhh indeed you are, love.”, he smiled at her.

After positioning himself between her legs; he asked her, “are you ready, Krystal?” Biting her lip; she nodded her head yes. Taking that as encouragement; he slid inside her. “Fuck you feel good!”, he hissed.

He was right; it did feel good. For both of them. Soon; his bedroom was filled with their combined moans and groans of pleasure as they really got into it. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck; as his stroke continued to take her higher and higher.

“Fuck me! Give it to me! Just! Like! That! It feels so damn good! You feel so damn good!”, she screamed as he pounded her. He was an relentless and she was loving every minute of it. “Yeah! That’s it! Take it Krystal! Take this dick! Fuck! You feel so good!”, he growled. Fucking her was an adrenaline rush he wasn’t expecting; but Adrian happily welcomed it. To her; he was a nonstop thrill. “Yesssssssssss! Take me Adrian! Take me!”, she screamed.

With every stroke; she was surging closer to her second orgasm; she just needed that one push to go completely over. While he was becoming hungry for her. He had to taste her one last time.

He dragged his tongue from the hollow of her neck to just below her ear; just so he could whisper a question to her, “can I taste you?” She knew what he meant and she was more than eager to give him what he wanted. “Yes! Taste me…”, she replied.

He was close and so was she.

With a smile against her skin; he rolled onto his back; so she was on top. It gave him easy access to her neck. He could hear her pulse race from the fear and excitement. With one last thrust inside her; Adrian went for it. As he fed; he held her in place so she didn’t move. It caused her body to go stiff from the pleasure.

“OHHHHHHHH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSS! YES! YES! YES!”, she screamed as the feeling of his fangs piercing her neck and her orgasm snapped her in half. When he was done feeding and he sealed the puncture holes; they were both exhausted but totally satisfied.

They both laid there content as a cucumber. “That…was…incredible! I definitely see why Tiana married you.”, she said. “I appreciate that, love. Like I said; I aim to please.”, he told her. “Trust me Senator…you do exactly that.”, she said to him. He winked at her and she smiled at him before nodding off to sleep.

The next morning; after grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, Krystal ran into Sam. “Uh huh! And what did you do last night?”, he asked her. She shrugged and said, “the same thing that you did.”

“Does this mean I have competition?”, he groaned. “No you don’t have competition Sam. You’re spot at the top is still untouched.”, she told him. “Thank God! I thought I would’ve had to go all vampire hunter for a second; because he stole from me again.”, he told her. She rolled her eyes at him and said, “you’re so overdramatic. And although he offered me a job; I’m happy right where I am with you and the boys.”

Sam let out a sigh of relief before wrapping his arms around her and saying, “good. Because I’m not letting you go without a fight.” She kissed him sweetly and said, “I’d expect nothing less from you.”

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Chapter 3 - Teddy Bear Hugs

Here is Chapter 3

When Megan went inside the living room Greg, and Andy were putting on their coats while carrying heavy bags outside. Megan sighed as the party was over, and her relatives were preparing to go home. . Before leaving Diana had fixed up a few dishes of cookies, candies, and other treats to take back to their home. They were also taking a box of pizza, but there was still a good amount of food at the house.

Once they were ready Megan said good bye to her relatives, and went to go help her mother inside of the kitchen as she divided left over peices of pizza inside a single box. Krystal was busy seperating pizza slices as she mummbled to herself that she had gotten too many pizza's.

" I think we got more than we needed." Krystal said as there were still six or more boxes of pizza. There were also tons of bread sticks, and sauce left over. . While Megan was helping Krystal. she remembered her daughter saying something about her friends coming over for a Christmas bash. Megan was getting some containers to put sweets in and storing them away for later.

" Megan when are you friends coming over ?" Krystal asked . Megan smiled as she remembered Sometime during the week before Christmas. Megan's and her friends had planned out to come to Megan’s house for a party. However the party wouldn't be until the 30th as Megan's friends would either be out of the state to see relatives or working late hours, and wouldn't be able to be off until that certain time.

" We decided to bundle the Christmas bash with my birthday. But they wanted me to live stream opening packages in the morning if I could. " Megan answered. Krystal laughed at this as her daughter talked about her friends with a smile on her face. " When do you think you'll be leaving in the morning ? " Megan asked.

"It depends on the weather, and how your grandmother feels." Krystal answered unaware that they were being spied on. Itachi was watching the mother, and daughter while Kisame was keeping watch in the other half of the sitting area. Looking around what appeared to be a refrigerator Itachi could hear the two talking about what sounded like a serious topic.

" How much have you gotten done on your friends Christmas presents t that you started back during the summer ? I know you've worked hard on those outfits for your friends. Krystal asked as Itachi listened in the conversation between the daughter and her mother . Itachi then remembered that Tobi had mentioned something about this girl, and three of her friends.

" I am almost done. I still have a few things to finish like the hem on the skirt of Candy's dress, Kayla's shoes need finished, while Rose's outfit is nearly completed. I just have to box them all up tonight with the accessories I managed to get in the other day. " Megan answered smiling. Megan had been working non stop on a few cosplay gowns that she had designed herself. Megan wanted to do the project to tell her friends how much she appreciated them.

Towards the spring time Candy, and Rose would be leaving to go out of state for school while Kayla would be busy with her own studies going to a chosen school of her own as well as her part time job at the local retail store . Itachi looked up as Krystal opened the door of the fridge, and as she, and her daughter made small conversation.

Krystal stepped out of the kitchen when she heard her mother in the other room. Itachi backed up into the halls quickly finding a place to hide until the coast was clear. Under the small side table Itachi could hear the older woman talking again. This time it seemed like she was looking for something, but there was nothing on the ground.

" What are you looking for mom ?" Krystal asked. " Oh. I was trying to pick up this flower that fell in the floor, but it won't come up. Mabel here wanted to see it." Abby said to her daughter. Yet the sounds in the kitchen caused Itachi to slowly come out of the place he had hidden. Peeking around the corner of the refrigerator Itachi found Megan silently putting away things such as containers, and putting sweets in a few to put in storage. At the same time Megan stood listening to the voices inside the living room. She was smiling, but Itachi noticed a look in her eyes.

" Pull yourself together.." Itachi heard Megan say in a quiet toned voice.

As Megan was putting up the sweets, and other things in their proper place she suddenly had this feeling like she was being watched. Confused Megan looked towards the dining room as Itachi hid behind the refrigerator. Itachi peeked out slightly seeing the girl blink in confusion. Shaking the feeling Megan went back to the task at hand until.

" Megan ! " she, and Itachi heard as Krystal called for Megan to come to the living room. " Yes mom ?" Megan questioned as she finished up putting the sweet treats away, and headed towards the living room to see what her mother wanted. Itachi saw a worried look on Megan's face as she was wondering if something had happened. " Is there something wrong mom ?" Krystal smiled after having gotten a request from Abigale.

" Everything's fine . Your grandmother told me that she wanted to see you open some of your gifts. I know you said you were going to open them up later . But do you think you can open a few for you grandma before we take her back home ? " Megan smiled, and nodded.

" Sure I don't mind. " she responded. It just gave Megan a few more minutes with her parents, and grandparents before they went back to Abigale's house for the night . Itachi looked around only spotting Kisame on the other end of the couch as he watched what was happening on his end.

As Megan sat down on the love seat the sudden action caught the attention of her father, and step-grandfather. Krystal moved towards the Christmas tree looking for a package for Megan to open.

" Krystal what is going on ?" Jeremy asked as his wife . " Mom wanted to see Megan open some of her gifts before we went back to their house for the night. " Krystal answered as the old woman seemed over joyed to have her granddaughter in the room again. Jeremy seemed to agree to the idea as he turned to his daughter. Krystal directed to which of the gifts that Megan would enjoy opening first.

Megan was curious as her father carried over a rectangular box that was the size of a keyboard or something for her computer. Seeing Itachi, Kisame quietly made his way over to where his partner was who was focused on the activity going on. Jeremy soon pulled out his nice camera as Megan began to unwrap one of her gifts. You could hear the camera make sounds, and the lights flash as Jeremy pushed the button.

" What is it ?" Leo asked.

" That's what I want to know." Kisame said as he, and Itachi kept observing the girl as she started opening a few Christmas presents. Megan's smile was wide as she opened up her gift finding it was a keyboard that she had been eying for sometime on the internet. It was a black gaming keyboard, that had a led light that would glow like a rainbow. The keys even lit up for easy use if Megan had the lights off.

" Rose, and Kayla helped you out didn't she ?" Megan asked. " They sure did." Krystal answered " Thank you so much ! " Megan replied excitedly as the next gift was given to her. Opening up the package was the mouse that matched the keyboard, but this mouse had number buttons on the side that also glowed with rainbow colors. Through the excitement Itachi moved to the underside of the loveseat, and peaked out seeing Megan place her gift on the coffee table with the first. What kind of world was this with this type of technology ? Itachi questioned himself as he had fooled with computers before while with the Anbu. But they weren’t as advanced.

Again Itachi, and Kisame heard movement, but this time Jeremy brought out a gift bag. Itachi could also see the excitement from the grandmother who was talking to the invisible person next to her. Megan took the small bag and began to open it placing the tissue paper to the side with the pile of paper nearby. Inside of the bag was a new version of a hand held console, and a copy of a Pokémon game that she already had the opposite to. As Megan was opening gifts Itachi, and Kisame heard the grandma complement her granddaughter. " Oh that is lovely, or How exciting don't you see Mable ?" Megan smiled at her grandmother as she stopped opening presents in order to save a few for the next morning. " Thank you mom, and dad." Megan said smiling as she put the console, and game on the coffee table, Itachi peeked out while everyone in the room were distracted managed to pick up the small case with the game in it. A strange creature was on the front of the package, and read the title of the game in question. " Your welcome. I am thankful for your friends. They helped us a lot with choosing your gifts. I am sure your going to be busy tonight." Krystal said smiling. " Possibly. I have a lot to finish tonight I may wait till tomorrow evening." Megan answered as she got up, and picked up the wrapping paper on the floor, and helped get things straightened up before her parents took her grandparents home. While this happened inside of Megan's room Pein, and the others had explored much Megan's room. Sasori in particular was sitting on Megan's bed after finding a sketchbook with reference photos nearby. It was full of rejected sketches of outfits, or of objects and people, or Megan was saving them for a later date. There were also sketches of various things like flowers, cats, butterflies. On the floor Hidan, Kakuzu, and Deidara looked up at the large glass case that held figures in certain themes on each shelf or some kind of object that belonged to that series. On the middle shelf were figures that looked like characters from the Naruto series. Which included the Akatsuki themselves. Kakuzu looked at his figure double.

" I didn't give anyone permission to use my image without some kind of fee." Kakuzu said as he scowled. Hidan, and Deidara groaned as activity continued on the bed. Tobi was looking around on the side table when he noticed a picture frame with a few familiar photos.

" Oh look ! Tobi found his picture !! " Tobi said excited as there was a photo Tobi had popped up in when the girls were having fun photo sessions on that specific day.

" Picture ? A picture of you in it ? " Deidara questioned as he jumped back up on the bed, and Tobi pointed out a picture frame that could host four of five pictures inside of it. The pictures were of Megan, and her friends , and one or a few of those photos had Tobi in it. Pein, and Konan walked up behind Tobi and Deidara looking at the frame. " Are these the other three you mentioned ?" Pein questioned Tobi. " Yes. Tobi doesn't know where they are, but they are just as nice as Megan is. Well some of them can be a bit temperamental, Tobi can't wait for you to meet them, " Tobi responded as Pein turned to Megan's book shelf that rested to the right of the bed. Like the glass case the book shelf had figures that were guarding Megan's books. Mostly the figures were themed to what books sat on which shelf. " Where did Zetsu go ?" Pein questioned as he pulled away from looking at the picture . " He's exploring the closet. Zetsu spotted something on the top shelf. " Konan answered as Zetsu was climbing the closet finding a hidden shelf with pillows, holiday items, and especially cosplay props. " What are these ? is our hostess a ninja too ? Does she make weapons ?" White asked. " Who knows. We will have to keep a close watch on her. " Black answered as the plant man spoke with himself. As Zetsu was coming down towards the floor the others could hear the commotion outside of the bedroom. Pein, and the others looked towards the open door as Kisame came to inform Pein what was going on. " What's going on Kisame ?" Pein questioned. " The parents, and the grandparents are leaving. They all went outside a little while ago, and the girl is seeing them off." Kisame answered as the others followed Kisame outside into the larger area. Like Kisame said the front door to the house was opened, and Megan was standing out on the porch. Itachi was standing an inch from the door as he looked outside watching the family.

Krystal was standing outside with Megan as she prepared to go back to her mothers, and Leo's for the night. The car was running as Jeremy had finished helping Leo get Abigale inside of the car, and Jeremy was coming back to goodbye to his daughter. Krystal smiled, and hugged her daughter.

" Are you sure your going to be okay ?" " Yes. I'll be fine you need this time with grandma. " Megan answered as she hugged her mother good bye. " Okay, but if you need anything don't hesitate to call us, and you have the emergency numbers on hand right." Krystal asked. " Yes. I have everything. Also if I know the girls they will be pinging me every few hours tonight so I won't be too alone." Megan answered as Krystal laughed while Jeremy came to the porch. Like Krystal. Jeremy was worried about his daughter staying at their home by herself, but was reassured she knew what she was doing. Jeremy gave Megan the basic run down of everything asking her if she knew what to do incase of a fire, or if something happened to call the police ecc. Megan agreed, and hugged her father before he took the bags Krystal was holding in her hands to the running car .

" I'll call you once we get to your grandparents house, and before we leave in the morning. Also the weather called for a slight cold spell. Try to stay warm, and if you need anything call us. " Krystal said as she hugged Megan again,

" What's going on ?" Konan asked as they watched the father come back for Megan's mother, and helped her to the strange wagon .

" The parents are leaving with the grandparents , and staying with them tonight. Then they will be traveling tomorrow on some kind of trip . The girl will be on her own tonight as well as the next few days." Itachi responded as he looked back out of the screen door. The Akatsuki members watched from the screen door as Megan stood watching her mother leave for a few minutes.

" What type of wagons are those ?" Hidan asked as he noticed these specific ones were blowing smoke. No animals were attached to them , and it seemed to be running on its own. As Jeremy go in on the drivers side the headlights of the car turned on causing the Akatsuki bears to question even further.

As Megan started back into the house looking back as she heard car doors opening, and closing. Inside the house Pein, and the others moved back finding spaces to hide in. Opening the door Megan stepped inside the house and turned back to close the door. Hidan was hiding behind the piano as he tripped, and fell while Kakuzu made it to his hiding place. Sasori, Deidara, and Tobi hid under the Christmas tree. While Itachi, Kisame, Pein, and Konan hid behind the couch .

" Where do we hide ?" White Zetsu asked black as both usually could disappear quickly. But for whatever reason. Zetsu wasn't able to use some of his jutsu like he usually could. " I don't know just pick some place !" Black responded only to finally find a place behind the coat rack that had a covering of coats. Coming into the house Megan closed the door, and locked the door only to turn, towards the front door. The tail lights from her parents car started up the driveway. For a moment it sat there as an on coming car came by, but afterward the car drove out onto the road, and disappeared into the darkness. Once the car was gone Megan turned away from the front door, and walked towards the sofa, and sat down for a few moments. It was only minutes after Megan sat down on the sofa did she hear the familiar pitter patters of claws against the hardwood floor. " Meow." " Was that a cat ?" Pein questioned as Megan looked up, and smiled as her two pet cats finally emerged from their hiding places. When people had started coming in the house both of Megan's pet cats had went into hiding. " No. Two cats." Konan said as she motioned towards the opening that lead to what looked like a master bedroom. A black cat with white patches , and a grey, and white tabby cat came into the living room where Megan was. Megan smiled as the two felines made their way around smelling the left over scent of people that had been at the house.

" You two finally came out from hiding ?" Megan said as the two cats made their way into the living room. Luna a cat with black fur, and a few white places in her fur came up to Megan and headbutted Megan's hands. Megan giggled as she stood up from the couch knowing what the two wanted.

" Meow." Luna answered along with her brother Calypso a large male tabby cat. " Alright. I know you two are hungry. I just hope you don't mind the company tonight. " Megan said as both cats followed Megan to the kitchen allowing the Akatsuki bears to come out from hiding. Yet it was Luna that caused the bears to stop in their tracks as her ears picked up a strange sound. Yet the sound of food seemed to direct Luna's attention, and followed her brother, and human to the food area.

" Meow !" Luna meowed excitedly as Megan picked out a few cans of food. Itachi, Kisame Konan, and Pein came out from behind the sofa, and hid in the hall way. Pein peered around as Megan was feeding her feline friends. The cats were anxious as Megan picked up their bowls, and got into the bottom cabinet where their food was stored.

" Oh boy ! Tobi loves kitty cats !" Tobi said excited as he, Deidara, and Sasori moved from their own hiding places joining the first four in the halls. Kakuzu, and Hidan soon followed, and Zetsu was the last of the ten.

" Meow." Luna meowed excitedly as Megan was preparing their meal, but as she was doing so she then remembered something as she heard two familiar meows outside. After feeding Calypso, and Luna. Megan walked to the back door. Standing at the backdoor waiting for Megan was a yellow cat, and a female tabby . Yet Itachi noticed what seemed to be tiny ears meaning one of the cats had kittens.

" What more cats ?" Hidan questioned as Megan went to the back door and opened it. . " Hi Nala come on in and get warm for awhile. You too Sally and get those kittens inside. It's really cold tonight, and we are due for a winter storm possibly. " Megan said to the two cats as the two came into the house. Sally looked back to the opened door and meowed as three little kittens popped through the door as their mother called. .

“ Are you getting into more mischief tonight Rascal ? “ Megan questioned as the kitten jumped into her arms, and on her shoulder. Picking Rascal up off her shoulder Megan placed him on the ground with his sisters. Megan then fed the rest of the cats, and kittens. Megan also prepared spaces for the outside cats to sleep for the night. After feeding the cats, and getting them settled for the night.

As Megan was going towards her parents bedroom something caught her eye. Megan stopped as she looked over towards the coffee table. Megan was a little confused she remembered the bears were still in the box that she placed on the bed. Thinking for a few moments Megan wondered if one of her parents had done this while Megan went to put something away in the kitchen. " Aw. Its like they are having a meeting. " Megan thought as she giggled to herself, and continued to her parents room to take a hot shower, and prepare for the long night ahead of her. Going into the room Megan shut the door, and prepared to get into the shower.

" That was close .." Sasori said as the door to the master bedroom shut, and it allowed the Akatsuki members to continue their conversation. While Megan had been in the room. and the others distracted. Pein had begun reading over the scroll that Tobi had shown him. Rolling up the scroll Pein jumped up on the coffee table, and brought attention to the other members. " Now what are we going to do hmm" Deidara questioned.

" For now I am calling an important meeting about this issue. " Pein responded and turned to Tobi who had the rolled up scroll in his possession. Pein was going to get to the bottom of this justu how it worked, and what it took to get everyone changed back to their normal forms. Pein lead the members across the room in front of the Christmas tree using the rooms. coffee table as a make shift meeting table.

Pein stopped for a moment as he, and the others heard movement in what seemed like the master bedroom. The sound of water could be heard as Pein began the briefing. Again Tobi explained his side of the story how he found this world, and met the girl in question that he had met. Pein, and the others listened closely as Tobi told the same tale, and his story remained the same.

After Tobi's explanation Pein began reading the scroll through the silence the other Akatsuki members could hear small pitter patters as the three kittens had finished eating, and was starting to play. Pein raised a stuffed paw as he read the wordings.

" I see... " Pein said. Pein then looked up at the other Akatsuki members , and then looked at the scroll again. " Gah ! Will you say f*king something already ! " Pein heard Hidan shriek as he was growing impatient as always. Pein ignored this as he continued reading as he looked to where the girl had gone too. Konan could see the face that Pein was making, and it seemed that there was more to this jutsu than Tobi realized when he cast it on everyone.

. The jutsu wasn't going to be easy to undo. It was going to require assistance, and cooperation especially on the Akatsuki members end if they wanted to be human again .

#akatsuki fanfic #itachi #kisame #kakuzu #hidan #pein #konan #deidara #sasori #akatsuki #teddy bears #kitties

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mouseyfox · 4 years

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[Video description] A white woman with dark brown hair down to her chin and black horn rim glasses sits in front of a cream wall with a string of mint drying behind her. She is holding a pillow with a geometric design as she turns on her phone's video camera.

[sigh] Hi, my name is Krystal. I am a disabled queer woman and I am here to have a talk with you today about what it's like being disabled in the United States and trying to keep a job.

[Transcript Below]

So [sighs] there's some major issues with how we as US citizens and people in general, um, deal with disability and how it relates to the job force and how [thoughtful pause] we are treated as employees. Now the Equal Opportunities, um, Equal Employment Opportunities Act, um, was a major step forward as were similar things such as the, you know, Disability Rights movement, and the Americans with Disabilites Act, and even, you know, the Affordable Care Act. Those have all had positive effects on the Disabled Community as a whole, but there's a lot more that needs to be done. Now, disabilities are not just physical. They can be emotional, or psychological, and they can also be intellectual. That means you could see someone with a wheelchair, or a missing limb, or someone who has Parkinson's Disease, or someone who has dyslexia, or someone who has PTSD, someone who's missing an eye, someone who's deaf, blind, the list goes on, honestly.

For me personally I have been disabled for ohhh well over fifteen years at this point. I have experienced over fifteen years of abuse in my life which has triggered Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, um, DID, um, Anxiety Disorders, Major Reoccurring Depression, I have Trichotillomania, Excoriation Disorder, I also have physical disabilities as well. I have Poly Cystic Ovarian Syndrome. I also have Chronic Pain and Fatigue, I have hips that don't sit right, and a back that doesn't like sitting straight, and I also have migraines that have gotten to the point where I'm having about a migraine every week or so even with medication. I'm going in for more treatment options with a neurologist to figure out why they're happening. Now, I am a person who would benefit greatly from things like Universal Healthcare, and uh Universal Basic Income because at the end of the day I am a queer woman who is disabled and who is supporting a partner who is totally disabled as much as I can, and even just saying that could cost him his benefits, and that is heinous. We are not married, if disabled people marry and they have benefits they can loose them entirely, legally, within the US as it is today. I have a Bachelor's degree I got from the University of Louisville this spring during COVID and while I am very happy that I have finally achieved something ten years in the making for a lot of reasons it was horrible on my health both mental and physical.

As a student who is independent and was relying entirely on loans aside from very few scholarships that did in no way cover the full cost of tuition. I worked [sigh] a full time job while being a full time student at a call center uh who violated my rights as a disabled person in a number of ways and when I eventually left that job and applied for full time disability benefits, which I was denied, by the way, uhm, [the call center] lied to the SSI department, and said that I had never once filed accomodation letters to them, which is very untrue as I had spoken with an HR Director on multiple occassions, I had emailed them, I had spoken to them on the phone, I had one on ones with supervisors about how the job was affecting my physical health, as well as my emotional and mental health and how it was worsening my disabilities.

I had applied for short term disability, which is something that in the United States, is only offered by certain employers and is something that you have to pay into. There is no short term disability department with the SSI. There is no way for an American citizen currently as it stands to have short term disability to get some of the medical issues under control in the US unless you have already paid into a pool.

Now, some of you might be wondering what about FMLA, the Family Medical Leave Act? I applied for that, and they really don't like you using that for short term disability unless if it's something that was happened at the job or outside. For example, if you undergo an amputation, you might be someone who would qualify for FMLA. But, for me, a person who was just dealing with further issues with my chronic disorders that are never going to go away, um, at this point my issues are so deeply imbeded that I will have to be on medication for the rest of my life to handle my disorders and as with many people, as I age, I am as likely to get more disabilities on top of everything else.

The way that our economy, the way that our healthcare works right now we don't accomodate or help or you know just give disabled people a way to live and work without highly unfair and horrible ways of treating them. I have been gaslit by employers. I have, uh, very highly insinuated that I was lying about issues with my health just so I could go home and "be lazy", or I've been told or implied by coworkers that I was lying about my disabilities and there are all sorts of negative public stigma about people who lie about disorders so they can like get benefits. And, honestly, here's a news flash for you, it's virtually impossible to get full time SSI benefits if you're lying. I have friends who have disorders that can kill them before they turn fifty who are considered not disabled enough to qualify for SSI benefits. And these are people who are dealing with horrible diseases that will kill them or just make it really impossible for them to ever work. Like, physically, mentally, some education, uhm, or not education, intellectual disorders there's no way they're going to be able to hold a full time steady job and you know with the way that our economy works part time jobs don't cut it.

Most people are working two to three jobs because our minimum wage isn't high enough. And if you're disabled you spend so much money on taking care of yourself, and spending days at home, and that's just part of being disabled. I don't like calling off of work. I don't like being drug into my supervisor's office to get you know reprimanded for constantly having to call in or leave early. I don't like inconveniencing my coworkers either because I know that makes it harder on them, but you know what's also harder on them? If I decide to power through a day even when I'm feeling like garbage, and I make more mistakes, I will get less things done, I'll be worse off with my customer interactions, and there are days where I have worked through on ten, twelve, even thirteen hour shifts as a disabled person, and it has absolutely wrecked my health.

I have been working for ten years and I've been a caretaker for even longer, and my ability to perform at a full time job has drastically diminished in just ten years of trying to support myself in the way our current economy works and I've worked in a variety of different jobs. I've done physical labor jobs, I've worked in factories, I've worked in call centers, I've been a barista, I've been a cashier, I have been a bourbon steward, I have worked in healthcare in a variety of fields, and I have worked in library science which is what I'm hoping to get for a- for my- my education goal is I want to be a librarian. I want to be someone who helps people with research and reference work, and helps with their community. I love being engaged with my community. I love helping people. I like going to work. I do genuinely enjoy going to work! But when I have to keep working to a point that would make even a- you know someone who's not disabled overly worked and wreck their health... What do you think that does to those of us who have disabilities? Huh? Cause I can promise you it's a lot worse than you initially think. And the accomodations that they offer at most jobs are a fucking joke. They really are.

Most jobs aren't even accomodating for people in wheelchairs, for people with physical disabilities, and not to mention people who have hearing problems, or who are blind, and don't get me started on psychological problems. We could have an entire separate discussion on that one because the way that workplace cultures work and the way with microaggressions with racism, and all sorts of other factors like homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia, yes that counts, okay, because a lot of disabled people are just big, and you know what a lot of them are also really skinny, because their medical problem might be tied into that in ways that you can't understand either without a medical degree, or without being disabled yourself and having to do research.

Because at the end of the day the people who are most educated about their own disabilities are often the disabled person themselves. Yes doctors are very educated. Yes they know a lot. But you know who also knows a lot about the disorder, the person who's fucking experiencing it. I have friends who have been dismissed by doctors for years. Whose illnesses and issues have been completely mishandled and not at all treated by doctors because they wouldn't fucking listen to their patients. Okay. And, that's not something that we should be proud about as a country.

The way that we treat disabled people is horrible, and that's not even considering the problem with eugenics in this country because there are a number of people who are very interested in the fact of created designer babies, or aborting [disabled] babies, or you know, just throwing disabled people away until they die in a corner so you don't have to think about them. And that's a historical problem with this country and it hasn't gone away. We haven't fixed it. And it's something we need to work on.

But you know what? We're never going to be able to address those harder issues until we address the fact that working and having to hold multiple jobs to live for abled people that's inexcusable. It's even worse when you're disabled.

I can't tell you the number of times I have been almost homeless because my job had fired me because I had to call in too often, or I just had to leave a job because it was horribly wrecking my health. I have played yo-yo with all of my jobs for the past three years after I tried filing for disability, and you know what? They told me no. They told me I'm too young. I can't possibly have the disorders that I have or I'm just not disabled enough.

And you know what? You can be disabled at any age. And that possibility only increases the older that you get. Because the older you get your systems start failing and you will be disabled at one point in your life. Period. Everyone will experience disability before they die in some way shape or form. So when we talk about disability rights it's not just about me. It's not just about friends of mine who are being killed by our healthcare system, and by our government, and by our economy, every single day. It's also about you. So when I ask you to give a fuck about disabled people and work and listen to what we're asking you to do this is about you too. Because one day you're going to be in our position, and you know what? It sucks. And no one should have to deal with this.

[Emotional Pause] We need healthcare reform. We need it. Very badly. And when I say that it goes from everything to my own father who has been insulin rationing, and dealing with completely ludicrous insulin prices since before I was born.

It goes to my mother, you know, whose liver shut down because of black mold in a church my father preached at. I watched her slowly die for a year because she refused to go to the hospital because if she did, and she got the care that could have saved her, it would have killed my father because we wouldn't have been able to afford his insulin.

You know, and I'm not the only person, who's had situations like this, there are elderly people all over our nation who are dealing with similar issues all day. There are people who are disabled, there are families of disabled people, who are working to support people. There- Did you know that it's actually illegal for disabled people to marry and keep their benefits? Did you? Because I have a pertner who is disabled and even just saying that could rob him of his benefits.

That's not including issues with disability and, you know, being queer. Because being queer complicates everything. You know I don't say that because it's fun and I get "all the social benefits it brings" as Rosalarian would say because you know what? There really aren't any.

I'm queer because I'm queer. I'm disabled because my body is a pain in the ass, and because I've gone through things that no one ever should have had to go through and it has completely wrecked my mental health.

And I've gotten so much better than I used to be! I used to be so much worse off and put up with stuff that was absolutely wrecking my mental health and physical health because your mental health does a lot of stuff with your physical health that you might not be aware of. [Cat sneezes]

The United States as a nation is literally working itself to death, and that doesn't just affect able bodied people. It affects disabled people a lot worse. And you know what, I like working, but I like living a lot better. [Turns off video]

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hobiheavenly · 5 years

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AFTER THE SUNRISE

☼ Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

☼ Summary: you decided to play a prank on Hoseok since he called you undesirable, but were his claims actually true or is there something else hiding under the dancing man’s fascade?

☼ Word count: 4.6K

☼ Warning: fingering, cunnilingus (male receiving), slight dirty talk, penetration, cream pie, Hoseok’s huge dick and dancing hips

☼ A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE! I’m sorry to have kept all you waiting but finally I got this out of me. i swear I had the most horrible writers block but I hope this turns out for the better! Please let me know what you think! And as always I haven’t edited anything lol what else is new?

The sun was shining in Hoseok’s face. Normally he was usually a morning person but never after a party. He stretched out of the covers but then suddenly felt he wasn’t alone. He reared his head and his face lost all color. Oh no… he had really done it this time. I mean out of all the silly things he could have done, he truly fucked up this time. There you were lying in his bed. Looking under the blankets he confirmed his biggest fear….he was naked. And judging by the looks of the environment, a trail of clothes from the door to the bed, you both had sex. Hoseok went full panic mode as you slept peacefully naked underneath the covers. What even happened last night?

“Think Hoseok, think!!” he thought to himself. What DID he even do last night? All he remembered was going to Seokjin’s party and getting wasted after the dance battle he had with you and dancing with many girls, but in no moment had he gotten close to you….did he?

He remembered seeing you in that cute black ensemble and dancing with that pretty boy who had his hands all over you. That only made him just want to grab you and mess you up till you forgot all about that other guy. Sure he didn’t well like you but he couldn’t deny himself being attracted to you. But even if that were the case….at what point did he even get together with you?

You rolled over to put a hand on his chest, starting to hug him and pull closer to him. As you sighed in bliss, Hoseok looked at you as if you were an alien of another planet. SINCE WHEN DO YOU HUG HIM? WHY ARE YOU NAKED? There were a million questions in his mind he was bound to short circuit. In his jumbled mess of thoughts he knew one thing was certain. It would have seemed that you both had made love all night long. But it also seemed Jung Hoseok didn't have any memory of the incident whatsoever.

Now he had to face the consequences.

Slowly you opened your eyes and smiled as you kissed his cheek.

“Good morning” you said, smile so soft and warm. it was such a contrast to your regular serious face you greeted him with the exception of the occasional small smile popping in his direction.

“Uh, good morning Y/N”

“Y/N? why so formal? What happened with calling me “babygirl”? I mean that’s what you’ve been calling me all night” you stretched a little like a kitten waking up from a nap, a little bit of the sheet slipping down revealing your cleavage.

Whoa, were your tits always this good looking?

“Y/N… I mean Baby, what happened last night?”

“You mean you don't remember? I mean after doing it four times I thought for sure you wouldn't forget”, you give a flirty wink.

Hoseok was in total shock. FOUR TIMES! He knew he was a good lover, but for heaven's sake that was too much on a drunken night.

“All I remember is going to a party with Seokjin and drinking a couple of drinks, and then everything goes blank.”

You smiled and blushed. It was as if you both shared a secret but unfortunately he wasn’t able to recall at all “Oh that was some party last night. Especially the one you and I had here. I mean for a man who claims he doesn’t desire me you couldn’t keep your hands off of me” you looked down and traced circles in his chest while the hue of your cheeks went a little more red “Even when it's my first time without a condom it still was incredible!”

HOLY SHIT! He had fucked you without a wrapper. If he was feeling bad before for doing this the fact that you had entrusted him to fuck you without a condom made him feel even crappier. Jung Hoseok was many things in this life but he was a gentleman first and foremost and he would never fuck without a condom, especially on the first go. But how do you tell a girl who is over the moon about your sexual prowess that you remembered nothing?

“Y/N, I'm sorry but last night was a mistake.”

Bad start. He knew better than to start with the M word just as you were happy about this. You started forming the cutest pout with a splash of sadness coming from your eyes. It would be a lie to say he didn’t crave to kiss your lips and take away that sad expression. But no, this is time to focus.

“What do you mean a mistake? You were the one who actually begged me to do it. I was saying no, but you kept insisting.”

Hoseok sat up and took his hair off his face. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. This must be wrong, he would never beg a girl to have sex with him. "Ok calm down Hoseok I'm sure you must be dreaming. Y/N isn't here and you are just dreaming. Yeah, you are just having an erotic dream about Y/N"

He rubbed his eyes and even pinched himself, but it was useless, you were still there. Then panic struck him like a hammer. What if he got you pregnant? Damn, he was a goner if Krystal knew what he had done since she hated his guts more than anyone.

“Are you ok, Hobi? You don't look so good”

HOBI? A cute ass nickname? Really? Just how far did all this go?

“I….don't remember anything last night” He said nervously “I am so sorry”

A pained expression covered your face as you clutch to the bed sheets, “But you said you loved me. that you would treat me right. Are you saying you lied to me?”

“Technically it’s not a lie since I don’t remember” he tried to joke it off but that only made things worse because your face was just even more sad. Hoseok grabbed your shoulders, “Again, I’m so sorry, Y/N. I normally dont sleep around so easily. I’m always more focused on my dancing that I never think of girls.

“But what about those other girls you dated? Momo and the other girl?” you asked surprised.

Hoseok sighed and sat up straight. this had been thrown in his face so many times before it was necessary to set the record straight, “Ok so let me clear that once and for all, Momo is my dance partner and nothing else. She and I never dated and it was all a dumb rumor that grew way out of proportion. Besides she’s in a happy relationship with Jeongyeon, the other girl in the picture”

You blink for a second, disbelieving the statement the naked man in front of you had just said. It couldn’t be wrong. All the indications said otherwise, there was no way this could be true.

“But I saw the pictures...And the kiss emoji...you two were so close. And then the tons of girls that you go after.”

“Nope, Momo is completely utterly in lesbians with her girlfriend. Funny you mention that because Jeongyeon believed that same rumor and for the longest time hated my guts thinking I was going to snatch her girlfriend. But that time we went to dinner all together we bonded and she doesn’t hate me as much” He chuckled lightly reminiscing the many colorful threats and hard, cold stares Jeongyeon would throw at him from time to time, “and the other girls are just fans of my dancing and nothing more. I draw a fine line between my fans and myself and I have a rule of never dating a fan. Too troublesome.”

Unbelievable! You think you know a guy and it turns out he’s actually good?? Unreal!

“So you’re not a player?” You ask still blinking in confusion.

“Of course not. I barely go out with friends. Sure girls ask me out and stuff but I mostly just dance, go home, eat, and play videogames. My sex life is pretty dry to be honest. Which is why I’m very surprised I even slept with you”

This was the first of you hearing this. After all this time, you just thought he was always going out and sleeping with different girls, which made hating him easier for you. This entire scene was based on the misconception of this, but it turns out he was just a simple guy who could only think of dancing and if his body was any indication, he truly did it a lot. His abs glimmering in the morning light. You were starting to regret doing this.

You shifted in bed trying to get up scurrying yourself away from him. You needed out of this whole convoluted situation. “Listen Hoseok, I think it’s best if we just put this all behind us. Like you said it’s a mistake and we can just never speak of this again”

“But, you said we fucked without a condom?” Hoseok asked.

“Yeah, fucked me raw all night. But what does that matter now?”

He saw the precipitation in your eyes. There’s something here more than meets the eye and he wanted you to spill the beans. There was only one way he could get a woman to tell him what he wanted and you were right there ready to do what he pleases.

“I have to take responsibility over this Babe.” the brunet haired Adonis said as his face grew a sneaky smile. “I will have to get you to go out with me and form a relationship….probably even marry you if it turns out you get pregnant”

“Well, you don't have to do that. I mean, this was just something that...happened” You said nervously as Hoseok got closer to you. Each inch making you difficult to breathe, “I can just take the day after pill or something…”

“Oh, but I want to. And I wouldn't mind making you my wife” he said with a very sexy smile. He’s got you cornered just like he wanted you.

“Really?” you said surprised “cause I don't mind that we did it without a condom. I mean we wouldn’t be the first couple to do so... I..I…”

You were interrupted abruptly by a very passionate kiss that Hoseok layed on your lips. It was incredible how easily you felt weak and trembled in his arms as he possessed your lips. You felt the room spin in circles as both of you submerged into kissing each other.

It would be a lie say that you had never imagined yourself kissing Hoseok. Deep down, as much as you grew yourself to hate him you couldn’t really do so. The attractive style, his grace as he walked, the way he seemed to own everything but was never smug about it always pulled you in to him like a magnet. You didn’t hate Hoseok so much as you hated yourself for being attracted to him.

He pulled you close as he deepened the contact you both made instinctively your hands went to his chest and neck. You brain screamed to stop, your heart yelled go, and your body seemed on fire all from just one kiss.

When you both pulled away you were both breathless, lips numb and eyes dark from the passion that formulated within both of you. You had to slap yourself mentally to regain consciousness of reality. This can’t be true! Hoseok would never have feelings for you...right?

“I’m confused, I thought you said...that you didn’t like me” you closed your eyes. The room seemed to spin in its own axis threatening to make you dizzy.

“We said a lot of things online but most of them were fueled by anger I felt. If I’m being honest I didn’t hate our first date. Yes, I will admit I didn’t help make a good impression coming in all sweaty and in my dancing clothes. But overall I had fun and I thought you were cute, peculiar, but cute nonetheless.”

“That’s why the tweets hurt so much for me. I thought we had something but then you went off to complain and then proceeded to date another guy, of course I’d be mad”

Oh my god, your day out with Jungkook! That wasn’t really even a date for you. You felt bad about this whole situation, it was necessary to apologize and tell him the truth of what went on but Hoseok continued talking.

“I was angry at you and then at him but then I became more angry at myself. I was the one who blew it so it’s only natural. I just wanted one more chance to try to mend things but you and I would get into arguments and I must admit I love confrontation with you, it really turns me on”

Your mouth went agape with Hoseok’s confession. This was totally unexpected. You just wanted to prove the point that you were desirable to him but this goes beyond what you expected to get out of him. He took advantage of this moment to continue kissing you his hands spread on your back as he continues to press against you.

Hoseok’s lips spread on your skin beginning with your neck and going down to your breasts. You parted your lips the moment his tongue started getting closer to your bosom but instead of a plea to stop what escaped your lips was a soft moan. Oh how you cursed your body for betraying you.

Hoseok’s eyes looked at you, darkened by the lust he felt as he continued licking and using his teeth on your now hardened nipple. “I’ve wanted to touch you and taste you for the longest time. And from here on out you are going to be mine, no more pretty boy for you”

The sexual haze was drowning you to the point of forgetting everything that was going on around you. You needed a moment to think. you needed….

“Hold it right there!”

Hoseok turned to the door and saw Kim Seokjin and Jung Krystal, your personal friends, standing there looking at the couple. Your lover grew angry. “Seokjin this better be good! What do you want?” he said irritated.

“I can't let you take away Y/N’s innocence.”

“What are you going on about Hyung? Innocence? This a private matter between me and Y/N”

Right behind Seokjin, Krystal came out and pushed the rich heir out of the way making her presence be center stage, like the queen she usually was. “Actually no. You and Y/N have never made love to each other” Krystal interjected.

“But last night….”

“You passed out after a couple of drinks. I told you drinking scotch was a bit too hard for you” said Seokjin shrugging his broad shoulders and shaking his head.

The confusion on Hoseok’s face became the most evident. It would explain his lack of memory of any event occurred last night. But was this all really just a ruse? Had all the emotions you displayed right now been a lie?

“And the three of us had a perfect way to prank you” she replied with delight, “well better yet, Seokjin and I made a bet to Y/N that she could pretend to have made love to you. Fortunately for us, she was already buzzed and was looking for a thrill”

You could see Hoseok’s expression changed in that moment. Gone was the smile and the playful smirk and was now being replaced by a stern face. You instantly felt the pang of regret in your chest. If only you had known before about his feelings. Why had you been so blind?!

“I got to say, she is a good actress” said the older hyung, rubbing more salt to the wound.

So it was a prank? He hadn't made love to you? He felt a bit relieved but the other part of him felt angry. Hoseok had revealed his emotions to you so easily. He felt like a fool for trusting you so quickly seeing as how you had previously expressed anger and disgust. That couldn’t have been taken away a in one night and he should have known that.

“How could you do this?” Hoseok said with a somber and serious voice.

“Well at first i did it because Seokjin was going to pay me. When I thought this more I convinced myself that this was payback for all the snarky remarks you did about me being undesirable and i thought what better way to get back at you than to scare you” as you relayed this you could see his face harden with each word until you finished with,

“But then I realized that in reality this was a really great way to get closer to you.”

Hoseok blinked in confusion, “If you wanted to get closer to me then why did you have to make up all this?”

“You think you would have taken time to even get to know me, or even listen to me for more than three seconds without you fighting with me? I wanted to be with you as something more than just the silly girl who you always make fun of.”

Hoseok looked at you tenderly. Even through the competitive nature you both had and the disdain you had always shown him you were a sweet girl. An impulsive one, but sweet nonetheless. He looked at Seokjin and gave him an evil glare.

“Get out now!”

The elder shook nervously behind his tall girlfriend, “Look Hobi-ah we are sorry but please take it easy. We were only having fun.”

“Get. Out. Now!”

Hoseok pulled Seokjin and Krystal out of his bedroom and out of his apartment.

“Wait, what about Y/N? Don't tell me that you are going to punish her?” said Krystal.

“As a matter a fact, I am. My soon to be girlfriend has a thing or two she needs to learn about the consequences of trouble making” Hoseok slamming the door in their faces and directly went back to look at you lying in his bed. His eyes redshot in rage and a stern line on his lips. He walked slowly, like a lion hunting his prey.

“I….I’m sorry” you held the sheets in a tight grip, nervous as Hoseok walked up to you, “I can make this up to you somehow, I didn’t know you liked me and I…”

The moment Hoseok shook right next to your bed, he swiftly pulled you close to him and possessed your lips in one stealthy move. His lips were demanding, pressing you so close to him it gave you no space to breathe or think.

“You wanna make it up to me? How about making that fake scene come true? How about I take your body and mark it mine again and again till you have nothing in your mind other than me?”

His words sent chills up your spine and started a fire in your core. You looked at his eyes, studied his expression as you touched his cheek, then gracing his neck and his chest. Normally your instinct would yell to run and leave, but your body felt numb to instinct craving the attention and the touch of Hoseok’s hands all over you.

“Then make me yours, hot shot. You should know well by now that I never back down from a challenge”

With just a growl as a response, Hoseok pulled away the bed sheets and pushed you down on the bed. He observed your body spread on his bed, waiting for him to fuck you hard and make good on that threat he made. He was determined to enjoy that delicious body of yours slowly till he drove you mad.

Hoseok lowers himself kissing you passionately as his fingers explore your skin, the touch sparking fire on your body, every inch he touched burning. He looked at your nipples for a second as he pinched softly on one of them, the sensation sure to ignite more heat.

But that was just one bump in the road, there’s was much more to explore and have fun with. The moment his fingers reached your core he swiftly entered his digit inside the hot entrance, your pussy already hot and wet from his previous foreplay.

“All hot and wet for me babygirl? You’re feeling rather tight though” with just one finger he started to pump inside “do you think your pussy can take me?”

The challenge, he knew how to get you fired up. You responded to his touch with a soft moan as you grabbed yourself to his shoulders and arched your back. You took advantage of the distraction he had with your breast as he dipped his head to succor your tit to grab a hold of his erect penis, pumping him slowly. The unexpected movement causing him to react to your touch. If he wanted a challenge he’s gonna get one.

“You let me worry about my pussy… unless you think this big fat cock’s not enough?”

Fuck taking this slow, he wanted you right then and there. But just like with dancing he wanted to take this sensual tango for two and make it as long as necessary. He pumped, you pumped, he put another finger inside you while his thumb traced circles to your clit while you tightened the grip on his dick tracing circles on the hot red head. It was all a give and take as you both kept kissing each other almost devouring each other with each kiss.

“Hoseok….i feel like I’m gonna cum soon” you felt the flashes of pleasure come in like a tidal wave and wipe you out in the most delicious way.

You didn’t need to be a psychic to know he had his smug smile come through his face as you descended from your high. Round one went to Hoseok, but the battle wasn’t over yet. “Aww...cumming so soon? And my dick hasn’t even gone inside you yet” he faked a pout.

Your breath hitched for a bit as you closed your eyes on him. Swiftly you push Hoseok on the bed and slithered your way down to his dick, waiting erect and hot for your touch. “Then I guess I better step up my game”

His dick twitched with excitement which brought a smirk to your lips. Your lips sucked the head, the taste salty from his precum. One thing was true, his cock was way too big for you to take. At least with your mouth for sure. You had to use both of your hands to pump while your mouth sucked him in and out at an increasingly slow tempo. Hoseok had slept with many girls in his lifetime but seeing you between his legs bobbing your head and struggling to be able to take his full length inside your mouth was both adorable and erotic. That mouth that once spat vicious things to him was now sucking him off as if life depended on it. He could see you touching your clit trying to get some fun out of this yourself but you opted to just stick to pleasuring him. Your high would come soon after.

But your technique was too good on him in the long run, his orgasm threatening to come any second. You let go of Hoseok’s cock in one pop and it took him all of his inner strength to not come in your face as he saw you; hair messy, lips red from the friction and your eyes darkened in lust.

“Are you not gonna cum for me?” Your catty smile grew wickedly on your face. Seems like you’re both at a tie.

“I’d rather cum inside you” he shifted his weight on his forearms as you lifted yourself back up and kissed him once more. His taste lingered in your mouth triggering a beastly growl from Hoseok as he grabbed your legs to put you in the correct position, grabbing his dick to probe around your hot entrance that was already twitching to be fucked.

The moment his dick entered your core, time seemed to stop. There was no twitter war, no other people, no feuds of any sort. It was just Hoseok and you in a strangely perfect link of body and soul.

For Hoseok, pussy was madness; pleasure feeling so heavenly, the heat feeling like something made from hell. He felt bliss and sin all in one sweet movement of his dick.

You closed your eyes feeling his entire length slowly enter you, the head of his dick gracing the cervix making you see stars so quickly. But Hoseok snapped you back to reality, by literally slapping your ass, eyes fixed on you.

“Look at me while I fuck you, look at me and only me”

“You truly do love an audience when you dance” you said breath shaking with the warning of an impending second orgasm.

“This is my best dance yet, babygirl” he winked, moving his hips slowly and little by little increasing his tempo. Hoseok’s dancing abilities truly shined the moments he fucked you. His hips knew the right force to which to drive you crazy. Soft, soft, hard. Your hips swayed along not wanting to fall back

Your legs locked behind his back as you bounced on his dick. Every second his dick was out, your pussy pulled him right back in. You craved it you needed it like a drug and Hoseok didn’t fall behind. It was crazy just how right you both felt. The crook of his hips gave perfect access for your legs, your beautiful tits bouncing on top of his in the most synchronized way.

“I can’t…I’m gonna cum again...fuck you’re so big inside me”

“Same...your pussy is so good it’s devouring me whole...I can’t wait anymore”

Even while on the verge of an impending orgasm, Hoseok’s mind was knocked into reality. He didn’t have a condom on and cumming inside you would be inconsiderate. And as if you could read his concerns you put your lips close to his ear and whispered: “it’s okay I can take the pill, do good on that promise and mark me as yours Hobi”

“Ffffuuuuckkk!!!” He bellowed as he came on top of you, his hot cum splattering on your insides. Hoseok tumbled down next to you, both of you out of breath and completely dazed after the most amazing orgasm both of you had ever felt.

“This... is way better than a twitter war” you spouted happily as you kissed your brand new boyfriend in his lips.

“Had I known sex would be this great we could have avoided so much shit had we just fucked the first date” Hoseok smirked toyingly.

“Good sir, but I am still a lady!” You feigned indignation, “I never sleep on the first date!”

“Well then, good thing the first one was already over. How about I take you to many more to make up for the one I screwed up?”

“Challenge accepted” you laughed as you continued to lazily kiss each other.

For the rest of the day the two of you decided to just stay in his room where you dedicated the entire day talking about how you felt, about every single misconception between the both of you and of course there was the "obedience lessons".

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