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pinktwingirl · 3 years

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Rats, Squirrels, and Unlikely Friends

A quick oneshot in which Squirrel Girl travels to the DC universe and meets Ratcatcher II. Enjoy! :) @oh-its-jennyyy

Doreen knew she wasn’t supposed to be doing this. Stark Industries’ prototype wormhole generator was strictly off-limits to anyone but authorized staff, and that certainly did not include Doreen. She was a new hire, fresh out of college. She didn’t belong in top-secret labs, tampering with cutting-edge technology that could alter the fabric of space and time as we knew it. And yet, there she was, hacking into the “supposedly” un-hackable security system to check it out when no one was working on it. (She was slightly more skilled in the firewall breaching and data encryption area than her supervisors were aware.)

Every cell in her body screamed at her to stop. God, what was she thinking?! If anyone caught a glimpse of her doing this, she’d be fired on the spot. But whether it was her unending curiosity or her stubbornness to blame, she kept going. She just couldn’t help it; the whole concept of wormholes and interdimensional travel was so cool! She only wanted to see what the thing could do and how far they’d come... and hey, maybe if there were any areas for improvements that she could offer ideas on-

The device, a tall, silver arch, suddenly illuminated in a bright white haze, with its center forming some sort of black void. She must have somehow turned it on by accident.

“Ohhhh shit...” she grumbled.

Frantically scrambling around to find an off-switch, Doreen quickly realized that there wasn’t one. In fact, there were no buttons or cord connectors on the device at all. Was it motion activated? Voice activated? Maybe thermally activated from body heat?

There was no time to find out. Before she could move or do anything, she felt her body pulled into the void, and everything went dark.

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It took Doreen a while to fully process her surroundings when she regained consciousness. A bright light, that she assumed was the sun – or, at least, a sun, given that she was in a new universe – was shining in her eyes, and she had to blink a few times for her vision to adjust. She could feel hard gravel pressing on her protesting back, which begged her to sit up. When she did, she came face-to-face with a young woman posed in a defensive stance, ready to strike.

Doreen took a moment to size up her potential assailant. The woman had a small stature, much like her, with short, dark hair, a dirty black coat, and, most bafflingly of all, a rat sitting on her shoulder, which didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest.

“Who are you?” the woman demanded. She certainly had a bit of an accent, although Doreen couldn’t quite place what it was. Not that it would really matter, though; countries could be entirely different in this world, assuming that this even was another Earth in the first place.

Well, at least people in this universe could still speak English. That would make communication easy.

“Umm...” Doreen got out. “Would you believe me if I said I was from another universe?”

Before the woman could respond, they both jumped when they heard loud squeaking behind them. Doreen was shocked to see her three faithful companions, Monkey Joe, Tippy-Toe, and Mr. Liebermann, bounding to her side.

“Wh-? What are you three doing here?! Did you follow me?” Tippy-Toe nodded and gave an enthusiastic chirp as Doreen stroked her back. “Oh, you silly squirrels... You know you’re not supposed to come to work with me...”

The dark-haired woman, much to Doreen’s surprise, was looking at her not with disgust or judgment, but instead wide-eyed wonder and fascination.

“Are these your... friends?”

“Huh? Oh! I guess it would be rude to skip introductions. These are my pet squirrels, Monkey Joe, Tippy-Toe, and Mr. Liebermann.” Doreen stuck out her hand. “I’m Doreen Green.”

Reaching her hand out as well, the dark-haired woman tentatively shook it, apparently having decided that Doreen wasn’t a threat. “Cleo Cazo. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too! So, um... yeah... I guess you’re... wondering where I came from?”

Cleo nodded.

“Well, so... the company I work for kind of built a wormhole generator that could transport people to alternate universes. And... I guess this place is one of them. Although, I actually wasn’t supposed to be messing with it. This was all a huge accident.” After a moment, she gave Cleo a sheepish grin. “I guess that must all be hard for you to believe, though...”

The rat on Cleo’s shoulder squeaked something into her ear, and she smiled. “No, it’s okay. Sebastian says you are telling the truth. He can sense that you are an honest and kind person!” The rat suddenly scurried to a patch of grass nearby to chew a dandelion off its stem and present it to Doreen. “Aww, look! He is offering you a flower as a token of his goodwill!”

Doreen giggled as she took the flower and put it in her hair. “Thank you, Sebastian! Would you like an almond?” Sebastian squeaked happily as she reached into her pocket and handed him his gift.

As Doreen stood up, Cleo was surprised to see a long, bushy tail extending from her backside. “Forgive me if this is a rude question, but... do all people in your universe have tails?”

“Oh, no. I’m actually the only one. I was born with altered DNA that made me part squirrel. They call me a mutant because of that. Do you have mutants here?”

Cleo shook her head. “I do not think so. I have heard of people born with altered DNA, but I have never heard the word ‘mutant’ used to describe them. Your powers are so cool, though! I wish I were part rat. But I don’t have any rat blood in me. I just communicate with them and tell them what to do.”

“That’s still pretty impressive! How do you do it?”

Cleo showed Doreen her rat-guiding light. “With this. My papa taught me how. He was the original Ratcatcher. When he passed away, I became his successor: Ratcatcher II.”

“That’s amazing!” Doreen smiled at Sebastian. “Do you mind if I pet him?”

��Not at all! Can I pet your squirrels?”

“Sure!”

The girls swapped rodents, with Cleo stroking Monkey Joe, Tippy-Toe, and Mr. Liebermann and Doreen scratching the head of a very happy Sebastian. After a moment of silent contemplation, Doreen spoke up again.

“I’ve never... met anybody like me. I mean... someone who talks to small rodents. It’s a really underrated ability!”

“I know, right? Everyone always thinks I am weird or gross.”

“You know, I never got why people hate rats so much. They’re so cute and fluffy! I mean, sure, they eat garbage, but it’s not their fault! They don’t have anything else to eat! What else are they supposed to do?”

“That’s what I keep saying!”

“So... are countries still the same in this universe? Is this the U.S.?”

“Yes, we have a United States. And a Portugal. That’s where I am from. Does your universe have a Portugal?”

“Yep! It sounds like we have all the same countries! That’s a relief.”

“But this is not American soil. We are in the Hispanic nation of Corto Maltese.”

“Oh... I guess it’s a good thing I ran into you, then, instead of the natives. I don’t speak a lick of Spanish.”

“Neither do I. I don’t live here.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

Cleo pointed to what looked like the ruins of a tall building off in the distance. “Cleaning up that. The ruins of Jotunheim.”

“Jotunheim? You mean, like, the place where frost giants live?”

“What are ‘frost giants?’”

“Oh... you... don’t have those here? I have a friend who’s a frost giant, so I thought that’s what you were talking about.”

“Jotunheim was once a research laboratory. They used a giant alien starfish to conduct experiments with the creature’s mind control abilities. Many people died in the process, and the American government was behind all of it.”

“That’s horrible!”

“The government sent me with a team to cover it up. But when the monster got loose, we destroyed it instead. Now, we have to clean up the damage in the city. It is not as glamorous as saving the world, but no job is too menial for the Suicide Squad.”

“The ‘Suicide Squad?’ That’s what you guys call yourselves? That’s a pretty bleak name. See, I’m part of a team called The Avengers. Now, that’s a much better name."

“Well, it’s only a nickname. Our official codename is Task Force X.”

“You know, why does the letter X always make everything sound, like, ten times cooler? Like, ‘Task Force Y’ or ‘Task Force W’ just wouldn’t sound right, would it?”

Cleo giggled. “I guess not.” She handed the squirrels back to Doreen as Sebastian happily bounded back to her side.

“Well, this has been a real treat, but I should probably get back now,” Doreen laughed. “I don’t want to get-” She froze as she looked behind her, realizing that there was no wormhole device. “Oh... I... I don’t know how to get back... Oh no, this is bad...”

Cleo put a hand on her shoulder before she could start to panic. “Don’t worry! I’m sure my friends can help you figure something out! Let’s get you back to my teammates.”

The two walked down several blocks, where a tall man with heavy-duty armor and a walking shark were waiting for them. Cleo grinned at Doreen.

“Is seeing a giant shark with legs strange in your world?”

“Well, I’m friends with a talking tree and racoon, so, not really, to be honest.”

The tall man gave Doreen a weird look. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her tail or her last rather bizarre-sounding remark. Maybe both.

“Who is this?” he asked.

Doreen cheerfully stuck out her hand. “My name’s Doreen Green, also known as Squirrel Girl! I’m from another universe!” She paused. “It’s kind of a long story. I also need help getting back home now.”

The tall man tentatively shook her hand. “Robert DuBois. Or Bloodsport. I guess we can get you down to the science people if you really want to come with us.”

Doreen took a moment to peer at him. “You know, it’s weird... You look just like this guy one of my friends used to know. Would you happen to be related to a guy called Heimdall at all? Guardian of Asgard? Watchman of the Gods? Is that ringing any bells?”

After staring blankly at her for a moment, Bloodsport turned to Cleo. “Is this girl on drugs?”

“Excuse me! I most certainly am not!” Doreen protested. “It’s strictly against company protocol to be under the influence of any substances during work hours! And I’m technically still working!”

The shark suddenly pointed at the squirrels. “Nom nom!”

Cleo sighed. “No, Nanaue, that’s not nom nom. Squirrels are friends. Just like rats.” She patted the shark’s back as he gave a dejected slump. “We’ll get you food when you get back.”

Out of nowhere, Doreen suddenly felt a tingling sensation in her body. Moving of their own will, her legs suddenly starting stumbling backwards. Her squirrels instantly jumped on her shoulder, ready to protect their human from any harm.

“Hey, where are you going?” Bloodsport called.

“I...” Doreen got out. “I think the device is pulling me back!”

“You’re leaving now?!” Cleo shouted.

“I can’t stop it!” Doreen grabbed onto Cleo’s hand in a last-ditch moment of desperation. “Cleo! Take good care of Sebastian! And don’t ever let anyone underestimate you! Trust me, I learned the hard way! People think we’re weak because they don’t understand us... But you’re stronger than you th-”

Before she could finish, she was gone.

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Doreen collapsed on the ground, her heart racing at the familiar tile patterns. She knew this laboratory! She knew this building! She was back!

Her excitement quickly faded when she realized that return would mean consequences. Yep, she was definitely fired...

Except... there was still no one in the lab. No one had come back. Doreen checked the time. 2:15. She’d only been gone for 5 minutes! She looked around in awe at the silent room. All she would have to do now was sneak out. Had she really gotten away with it?

Slipping out the door and quietly returning to her workstation, she did her best to ignore her coworker’s questions about why she took a fairly lengthy bathroom break and whether she knew what they were supposed to be doing, instead giving them quick, uninvolved answers. Her mind was on Cleo and that strange, strange universe. It was so different, and yet... so similar to hers. The multiverse was certainly big and daunting, but no matter what people found in it in the future, no matter what research lied ahead, she knew it would always give her one source of comfort:

She’d found a friend that was just like her.

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satoshi-mochida · 3 years

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CyberConnect2 has launched its 25th anniversary website, and company president and CEO Hiroshi Matsuyama has released a video kicking off the anniversary year with four topics as its “first round of announcements,” including the opening of the CyberConnect 2 official web store.

The Fukuoka, Japan-based developer was established on February 16, 1996, and opened additional studios in Tokyo and Montreal in 2010 and 2016, respectively. The developer is most known for the .hack and Naruto: Ultimate Ninja franchises, but was also behind games such as Little Tail Bronx, Asura’s Wrath, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: All Star Battle and JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Eyes of Heaven, Dragon Ball Z: Kakarot, and the upcoming Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba – Hinokami Keppuutan.

Watch the video featuring Hiroshi Matsuyama below. A transcript follows.

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“Hello, everyone! I’m the representative director of CyberConnect2, Hiroshi Matsuyama! Today, February 16, marks our 25th Anniversary! Of course, this is our hard work of the past 25 years. I would like to thank everyone we’ve worked with in the industry, and above all, thanks to the many games we’ve worked on and the fans who loved them. Thank you very much!

“Seriously, though! 25 years! 25 years ago, I was just a young 25-year-old myself. We started with just 10 people, all around the same age. And now, we have 3 studios, in Fukuoka, Tokyo, and Montreal. Including new hires, we have a total of 280 staff members now. We’re doing various kinds of work on a large scale. Truly, every day is a happy day.

“So, we’d like to do various things to convey our gratitude for our 25th Anniversary. Throughout the year of our 25th Anniversary, we’d like to release various information and, of course, games as well. But also manga and other things besides that. We hope you can enjoy and celebrate this 25th Anniversary milestone together with us! We will relay our feelings of gratitude to everyone and also have info broadcasts,

“For everyone watching this video today, I’d like to announce four major topics.”

Topic 1: Illustrations and Congratulatory Messages

“First, Topic 1: On our special CyberConnect2 25th Anniversary website, we’d like to display your illustrations and congratulatory messages. Of course, this includes fans, but also members in the industry: manga artists, animators, and other game creators like us. There’s quite a lot of people who draw. It doesn’t matter if it’s black and white or color, and if you can’t draw, you can write a message. We’ll take it and put it all together, and put it on the site, but this leads into the next topic.”

Topic 2: New Song by LieN

“Topic 2! CyberConnect2 has been producing this for more than 10 years: The music unit LieN. All releases have been through Bandai Namco Entertainment. This is the unit that’s done the main themes from things like the .hack series. But this time, I’m thinking of making a new song this year to commemorate the 25th Anniversary of CyberConnect2. When it’s completed, using the submitted messages and illustrations I mentioned in Topic 1, we’d like to use those and edit them into a sort of music video to share with you. Although these first two topics are a bit connected, we’d be very grateful if you could send us a message or illustration.

“There’s one more thing I’d like to say regarding LieN. The situation with the pandemic is still ongoing, but we are currently in the process of making the necessary arrangements to at least have a LieN concert online. We’ll announce more about this when the time comes, so please look forward to it!”

Topic 3: CyberConnect2 Official Web Store

“About Topic 3, CyberConnect2 has just opened its official web store. This store offers merch and books not only for Japan– but also internationally! We’ve made this site so that international fans can also make orders. Much like this video is in Japanese with English subtitles. Everyone who purchases CyberConnect2 merch from the site, we’d like to give you a special postcard that will change every month during the Anniversary year. Starting this month, we’d like to include a set of three postcards with orders. Numbers may run out, so they’ll be on a first come, first served basis, but items are well-priced and we’ll continue to produce them throughout year. On top of this bargain, we’ll include postcards commemorating the 25th Anniversary, do, if you’d like, it’d be great if you could purchase from our web store. There’s a lot on the site, so please have a look!”

Topic 4: Congratulation Gifts

“And lastly, Topic 4! This is usually an inside topic among companies, but five years ago, when CyberConnect2 had its 20th Anniversary—I’m in the Tokyo studio now, but the Tokyo, Fukuoka, and the Montreal studio hadn’t been made yet, we just had the two studios in Fukuoka and Tokyo—but together I’m very grateful, but we received MANY floral arrangements, mostly orchids, so thank you very much for sending them. We’re still caring for many plants here and in the Fukuoka studio, but actually, I’d like you to imagine.

“It’s thanks to everyone that we’ve made it to our 25th Anniversary. We’ve been working for many people up until now. So, we receive many flowers from all those people. In fact, we receive something everyday. Not just today, February 16, but the next, and the next, and the next day for about a week or more, we receive around 100 arrangements. If that happens, um… we appreciate the sentiment, but our office staff receives flowers all day, from morning to night. When the bell rings, they answer and the florist is like, ‘Where should I put them?’ Our entrance isn’t that big, so it quickly fills the halls and even in the development room. It’s like whole place turns into a flower shop, and our office staff is literally covered in pollen. But they give off such a lovely fragrance, it’s almost like really nice perfume filling the halls, but it’s a difficult environment to work in, right? I’ll talk more about this next, but this time we’d like to decline floral arrangements. We’d really appreciate it if you could refrain from sending flowers.

“Instead, we set up our wishlist for this purpose. As game developers, we at CyberConnect2 continue to do our best more than ever before. On top of that, we always budget our capital investments every year. If we could add a little something, like upgrading tools just enough so things don’t change much, or things to make everyday work easier. When we only thought about how to make the time spent in the office a little more comfortable for the staff. Everybody thought really hard, and we ended up making a long list. Listed items are seriously all over the place, some small things that people are particular about, or just worth 500 yen. We’ve placed some hefty items on the list as well, like some ten thousand yen monitors and such. Of course, we’d appreciate anything.

“So, if you think, ‘Oh, it’s CyberConnect2’s 25th Anniversary. Go send ’em some flowers!’ Maybe people are instructed by their bosses to do this, but we thank all who are watching this video and hope you can share it, too! ‘Actually, CyberConnect2 said they’d prefer this over flowers.’ Actually, there’s many things cheaper than flowers. I’m very sorry for the hassle, but it’s not problem if you randomly pick something form the list. If you’d like, it would really help us if you send gifts this way. We’ll be opening the wishlist to the public, so even fans can use it. Please feel free to send something that’s on the list for cheap. Anything like that would make the staff happy. Of course, there is no obligation, so please have a look if you’d like. We’d be extremely grateful if you could support us in this manner.”

Closing

“So, in this video today, we discussed these four topics. We’re developing the special Anniversary site little by little for this year. We’re preparing quite a lot for it, so we’ll make more announcements at the proper time. This CyberConnect2 25th Anniversary is really all thanks to you. So, we hope you’ll have a fun time along with us and hopefully we can connect even a little online during this pandemic. I hope this will be a special year, and watch out for additional announcements. We’ll be releasing more information in the future.

“As that first step, I wanted to talk about these four topics. Once again, I’d like to start this special year here! This is the official start of CyberConnect2’s 25th Anniversary Year! This is all thanks to you! We will continue to do our best to create various works with our whole being! Thank you very much for your support.

“This was CyberConnect2’s Hiroshi Matsuyama!”

#Hiroshi Matsuyama #CyberConnect2 #CyberConnect2 25th Anniversary #Gematsu

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btssmutficslovingfan01 · 4 years

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King of Love (Oneshot)

Summary: Ironically enough, the well known “king of love,” (Kim Seokjin) a popular matchmaker during the 1970’s, has a non existent love life but then he gets sent into the future, where he meets the love of his life.

Promised I’d release this! Wait no longer, sry if it’s bad/cringe I’m still new to writing bxb.

Pairing: Jin x (Male) Reader

Genre: Time Travel, Non-idol au, Fluff, Smut, Slight Angst

Warnings: Sir kink, creampie, fingering, blowjob, anal, Dom! Seokjin, Sub! Reader

Words: 4k+

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“You’re a star, Seokjin. A real star.” The happy couple walks out, hand in hand.

“You’ve done it again, you made them happy,” His assistant walks into the office, his short blond hair neatly trimmed. “And me.” The young man beams at his boss, as he takes a seat in his swivel chair in the corner and spins around.

“I take it the ring is a good sign?” Jin smirks at the blushing blond.

“Yeah. Yoongi’s treating me real well.” He replies under his breath.

“Promise rings this early? Wow, you must really like each other.” Jin stamps his paper, and he pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

“We do. I know we can’t have this kind of relationship in public but it’s thanks to you that I was even able to tell him how I felt in the first place. You’re so cool, Jin.” His assistant’s praise makes his cheeks turn pink and his eyes form small half-moons as he looks in the direction of the blond.

“You’re even cooler for finding clients and promoting me through your dad’s company.” Jin’s compliment has the man in tears, crying from joy. His dimples are fully visible under the dim-lit room as he smiles wide enough for the United States to see his shiny white teeth.

“Seriously, thanks a lot, Jin hyung.” The man locks eyes with him, just as his boyfriend walks in through the door.

“Yoongi,” He smiles at the older man, as he walks in through the door.

“Seokjin. I see that you’ve certainly taken your work to another level,” Yoongi kicks aside a file from a previous client aside. “Perhaps this is too much, why don’t you take a break and try finding someone for yourself?” Jin freezes at the comment. He’d definitely thought of dating way back before he even became a matchmaker, but nothing worked out for him. All of the men he approached just ran away claiming he was too “narcissistic” and “self absorbed.” He loves himself, but every single guy he meets says he’s too selfish. So what? He has a stable career, money, a house, and a snazzy new car. He doesn’t need to date to be happy. But he has to admit, seeing his friends in love and holding hands and stealing kisses is kinda cute. Just a little bit. But nothing Jin wanted for himself-he just wanted to see people in love with his efforts, of course. Whether it’s a man or woman, a man and another man, or two women, Jin tries to keep everything fair and equal within his office. That’s why he has such high ratings. He has even been scouted by tv show producers to film a reality show about him, but he wanted to keep his business low on the radar, since some of what he was doing was illegal. He helped people run away before, and start lives anew. He’s even helped a couple prisoners escape, but that was only because he knew they were innocent. Seokjin is a good man. And his friends wanted someone else to see that too. A special person to change his life for the better

“I appreciate your concern, Yoongi. But I simply don’t have any interest in dating right now. Look at this, all of this research! Not only am I matchmaker, but I am also documenting human behavior. This is a study, Yoongi. I’d like nothing more than to dedicate the rest of my life to research.” Yoongi gawks at his friend as he sits down and begins scanning the papers, taking up every single detail with his eyes and ignoring him in the process.

“Let’s go have dinner. It’s getting late.” The younger man looks down at his worried boyfriend as he grabs his arms.

“This isn’t good for him. The King of Love not having a partner? It’s a bad image, Joon, a bad one I’m telling you!” Namjoon interrupts him with an abrupt kiss. Yoongi blushes before being dragged away from the office, to a nearby restaurant.

“He’s right, you know?” A deep voice resounds through the room.

“Taehyung? What are you doing here?” Jin looks at his younger brother as the man with wondrous grey eyes strolls into the office.

“I’m trying to convince you to get some pussy. Leave before it gets too dark. You know how there’s a curfew now.” His eyes darken as he takes a breath and grabs a folder from the desk.

“That can’t be the reason why you’re here.”

“You’re right. Give me some money,” Seokjin raises an eyebrow at his brother in disbelief. “Just kidding, I just wanted to see you again.” He smiles warmly and Jin sighs in relief. He almost panicked for a moment; almost.

“Aw, you’re so cute for coming to see my handsome face today, but I have to really work on this report, alright?” When Taehyung refuses to move, Jin stands up and starts pushing him, trying to get the younger male to leave the room. “I’ll...talk...to...you...when...I...get...home.” Jin gasps for air after he practically pushed his brother out, surprised by the brute force of the man. He was not aware of Taehyung’s raw power. He must’ve bulked up a lot more from the last time they saw each other.

He sits back down at his desk and begins writing.

“Love is not over until the two parties decide it is officially over. Even when broken up, a boyfriend may still possess some sort of control over his former girlfriend and they go through this phase of denial where neither of them want to admit that they are still in love while they are trying to move on.” He sighs before writing again. “The proper way to break off a relationship is by healing. People may use this time to talk to new people, explore their life as a single person, etc. However, it is never good to distance oneself fully. People are usually attracted to someone they see a lot, perhaps a coworker or classmate. But then they are less likely to be attracted to someone they don’t see very much. Distancing oneself from their ex-lover requires discipline, and harmony between the body and mind. They must be able to stand in the same room without feeling anything. Most issues arise in a breakup when two partners physically separate themselves for a period of time right after the breakup, but then when they see each other after that, the feelings come back. All of the moments and precious feelings arise and they both are back at square one. But then they must consider the reason for why they broke up. Was it worth it? Was it unhealthy? They need to know what’s best for them, individually, and grow from there.” Seokjin yawns as he finishes writing his 45 minute piece, setting his pen down and resting his head on the surface of his hard wooden desk. He closes his eyes briefly, seeing a flicker of light from the corner of his eye.

He sees it again, except this time it’s brighter, bluer, clearer. He stands up, inching towards the door that leads to the hallway. He opens it, finding a man standing directly outside of his room, one hand up, his palm facing Seokjin. Blue dust surrounds him, glittering magically and making Jin’s eyes widen in awe. He looks up and recognizes the face.

“Again, I’ll say it--you need a boyfriend.” Yoongi pushes his palm towards Jin, and Seokjin is thrusted against the wall, his head thudding against the wall as he sank deeper and deeper into the floor.

Seokjin awakens to find himself right outside of his office, except it’s a lot more different now. The hallway is cleaner, and there are more people. The first thing he notices is that the door no longer says “Kim Seokjin.” It says “Men’s Restroom.” What could Jin be doing in front of a bathroom? He remembers the weird flash of light outside of his office and then he woke up here. He shrugs and begins to walk towards the waiting room, where his next clients would be waiting. He doesn’t bother with changing or brushing his teeth; he is a very busy man.

“Mr. Ford, your appointment is scheduled for Saturday, the 14th.” He overhears a receptionist speaking. That’s strange, he didn’t recall hiring a woman on staff.

“Thank you, I will see you then, Linda.” Linda? He doesn’t know anyone with that name.

“Y/N?” He sees you look up at the sound of your own name, as you quickly pick up your book before running to the desk.

“You said they do therapy here, right? Like not massages, but with a chaise, and a person to talk to?” Jin listens in on the conversation, hiding behind a plant.

“Yes, uhhhh, let’s see, Dr. Harry is busy, and so is Patricia, let me see if-”

“I’ll take him!” Jin finds himself moving before even thinking. “Dr. Seokjin, I’m a local therapist working in...Kim Enterprises.”

“Never heard of a Dr. Seokjin.” The receptionist simply blinks twice before nodding. “Okay, you can go.” She slightly winks at him before letting him walk you towards the direction of his old office.

“Um, do you work here?” You ask.

“Yes. I’m actually a matchmaker, but I also study human behavior.” He truthfully explains it to you.

“Thanks for agreeing to help me. I’ve just been stressed about life, you know?” Jin nods, as he guides you to a seemingly empty room, with a bed, a chair, and a setup of a typical Doctor’s office.

“Lie down here. You can tell me about your troubles. Everything is confidential and safe with me.” Jin reassures you. You simply give him a smile and follow his instructions.

“Let me see...so my day started out great but then my mom called me and told me about how she’s disappointed that she had a son like me and she wishes she had a daughter instead, and then my father stole some money from me last month, that was bad. And just a couple hours ago, I found out that my best friend died in a car accident.” Jin’s eyes widen as you pour out your feelings. He’s mostly surprised with the trust you have in him, as if you already know what kind of person he is and enough about him to tell him all of these private things.

“I’m sorry. On a scale of one to ten, one being the best and ten being the worst, how do you feel right now, emotionally?” Your eyes glistening with tears as you try not to cry.

“Ten thousand,” Jin wipes a couple of your tears before reaching into his pocket and handing you a handkerchief. “You have a custom handkerchief?” You ask him after realizing his initials were stitched into the fabric.

“Yep. I always carry it, it’s like my good luck charm.” He winks at you as you laugh, the direness of the moment wearing off as you speak to Jin.

“I wish I had something like that. So, didn’t you say you were a matchmaker?” You try changing the subject, now focusing more on the incredibly handsome man in front of you.

“Yes, I am. I normally help clients get the person of their desires, confess, or sometimes, even mend struggling relationships.”

“That sounds like a bunch of jobs smushed together.” You tap your chin as you fall deep in thought.

“It’s the 70’s, so they have one person do all the doctor’s work.” Seokjin gives you another charming smile.

“Haha, you might be right about the doctor’s wor—wait did you say 70’s?” You ask, making sure you weren’t tripping on acid.

“Yes. Is there something wrong, Sir?” He asks, his tongue running along his plump lips.

“It’s 2019. Why are you referencing the 70’s out of nowhere?” Jin’s face turns as white as a sheet. He looks like a ghost. You watch as the poor man excuses himself to the restroom, and how he fails at trying to conceal his panic around you. It’s actually kind of adorable, in a way.

Meanwhile, Jin splashes water onto his face, trying to make sense of the situation. 2019. He said 2019. There’s no way that could be true unless--last night was not a dream. Yoongi actually did magic and cast a spell on him that made him come to the future. Jin was still unsure but the room he is standing in is proof enough, that he traveled in time. He now has to break it to you, tell you the reason he is actually here. You might run away like the others, but it’s his job to be honest with his clients. It may be one of the hardest things about being a matchmaker. His job is very much like a doctor’s, as he can’t promise good results 100% of the time, but he can make assumptions on the “diagnosis” and process reasons for failure.

“You aren’t from around here, are you?” Your words astonish Jin, as he walks back into the room and closes the door behind him.

“What do you know?” You fold your arms and lean back into the wall, your feet a couple inches off the ground.

“I know you aren’t a doctor, and you used the term “matchmaker” which means broker in this day and age, but back in the 70’s it was basically a glorified therapist.” You smirk as Jin’s mouth opens wide and he gawks at you, eyes twitching.

“H-h-how…?” The only thing he could think of was: witchcraft. Except you whip out your phone and prove him wrong.

“I’m not stupid, you know. We have something called the internet, which allows us to search anything up.” Jin grabs your cell phone and presses the buttons, surprised that your screen was responding to his touch, and that he could do so much with just hovering his fingers above the keys.

“A typewriter.” He gasps.

“A digital typewriter.” You gently take the phone out of his hands, laughing at his adorable demeanor as he recites the word “digital” like an incantation.

“Since you know what’s going on, I need to ask: when can I go back?” You look at him with confusion.

“What do you mean? I just figured you were cosplaying.” Your words astonish him, since he had never heard of the term.

“No! I am from 1972, and I work here, the King of Love? Ever heard of him? It’s me. I’m Kim Seokjin.” He tries to explain it but you simply wave him off.

“I don’t believe you’re from the 70’s.” You simply state, shutting him down completely.

“What can I do to make you believe me?” He asks.

“Vocab.” You snicker, knowing the man is sure to fail now.

“I have no idea what you’re trying to say. If anything, it looks like I’m the one who is in need of assistance.” His quality of speaking is very different from any other man’s voice you’ve heard, and it makes him sound sincere and more trustworthy.

“Look, bro, I needed a therapy sesh. Not some weird time travel shit. Now can we please--”

“That is not very appropriate, correct yourself.” His sudden command silences you, as you stare him down, a blush settling on your cheeks.

“Y-yes sir. I apologize for my use of profane language.” You feel strangely aroused, as Seokjin circles around you, making you feel slightly inferior to him.

“Good boy.” He smirks as your gaze falls down to his shoes, and you admire how neat it looks. Wow, it almost looks like an original pair. But you can’t get too distracted. “Maybe if you’re good for me, I’ll give you a reward?” You nod slightly as he scans your body, mentally undressing you with his eyes. He steps forward, and before you know it, his lips are on yours, pink, plush, velvety lips pressing against your skin. You’re burning up, and he’s doing this to you.

“Seokjin, please.” You whine as his fingers make their way down your jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down your bulge through your boxers.

“Please what?” He teases, repeating the gesture a couple times until you’re grinding against his hand, waiting for something to happen as you rutted against him lewdly.

“Please sir. Please make me cum with your fingers.” You mewl as he kisses you roughly, and his hands squeeze your ass lightly. “F-fuck.” You gasp as he spanks you with aggression.

“Take it off your clothes. I want your entire outfit on the ground. Right now.” You find yourself mesmerized by his authority, as you quickly obey his command, and you strip for him as he scans you. He was truly the most beautiful man alive, at least in this time period. You wonder if there are other attractive men in his time period. But then again, the really attractive ones usually don’t come around very often. He may be one of the exceptions.

“Sir...your fingers!” You look up to see that his eyes are filled with lust, all the compassion and softness gone. All that’s left is a lustful version of him, with hunger. Hunger for sex.

“On the bed, on all fours, right now.” Your eyes widen as your body moves on its own and you lie sprawled out for Seokjin, as your therapist stretches out your asshole with his long fingers. You shudder from his warm touch, unusually comfortable as he takes care of you.

“You’re such a good little boy, with an ass like this, you’re surely bound for great things.” What’s that supposed to mean?

“Um, thanks…?” Your entire body clenches as Seokjin adds a finger, and you let out a painful whimper as Seokjin proceeds to thrust his fingers in at an irregular pace.

“No problem.” He licks the rim, puckered and red for him, and he tests it once again, pumping his fingers in once more.

“Ah, fuck!” You cry out in pain.

“Shhh, it’ll be over soon,” He reassures you, kissing your ass before turning you over for a long kiss. “Are you ready?” He hovers over you, and you gulp as his dick aligns with your hole. You press another kiss to his lips before nodding, and allowing Jin to slide into you by lifting your legs up high and making your hole visible to him.

“Nice and tight. You’re so warm, wow Y/N, I don’t think I can go back. After feeling this ass, there’s no one I’d rather be with.” You were confused at this point, as well as aroused, very aroused. You thought this was a one-time thing, but Jin sounds like he wants more. You don’t care, though, it was probably in the heat of the moment.

“AHHHHH!!!” You let out the most sinful moans as he thrusts into you, his skin slapping against yours, making you scream from pain and pleasure. Jin moans predominantly from the tightness of your ass, and how despite prepping you, your body was still reacting to him in ways that were unexpected. You love this, it’s too good.

“I’m gonna cum, and fill up your ass.” Jin says, the filthy language making your dick erect once more. You never were soft with him.

“Do it, cum in my ass and make me your bitch, sir.” You smirk, challenging Jin as he flips you over, and changes positions. You close your eyes as he begins pounding into you, your ass in pain but it’s so worth it when he cums.

“Y/N…” He groans, pulling out and releasing the rest of his load onto your back. Shortly after, you have your own climax, cumming uncontrollably after seeing Jin reach his high. He kisses you passionately, wiping a tear from your eye. One more time, he slips into you as you climb on top of him. He watches you with a smile as you bounce on his cock, his balls slapping your ass you went up and down. Your ass is basically numb at this point, from being spanked so much. And your dick is pointing straight up, as Jin rubs it between his hands, up and down like how you were moving. You start moving quickly, now the two of you moaning each other’s names like madmen. You slow down when he cums again, making sure the cum filled you up for good this time. This time he continues moving, making you scream out in pleasure, loud enough for all the people in the building to hear. No other man has ever been able to make you orgasm like he could, you know in your heart that Seokjin must be the one.

“Did that hurt?” He asks, all of the lust disappearing from his voice and being replaced with compassion.

“Just a little at first, but it was fun.” You moan as he kisses your back, his plump pink lips leaving a thin layer of saliva as he does.

“You’re very tight, you know? I could warm my dick in there for hours and it still wouldn’t be enough.” You blush at his romantic words. No man has ever been so soft with you, sure you liked it rough since you were a guy, but you also had a strong attraction to the more feminine side of men. That’s how you found out you were gay. You dated girls that looked more like men, and then eventually had your first experience with a guy. Sure, you weren’t focused on finding a relationship at the moment, but tender-hearted Seokjin is the perfect man in your eyes.

“Mmmm, I have to go back now. I see the light.” Jin moves away from you unexpectedly, making your skin go cold as you wrap your arms around yourself.

“N-now?”

“Yes, but just know that I think you’re pretty cool. Any guy would be lucky to have you. Take care of yourself, Y/N.”

“Okay Jin. When will you be back?” You ask, hoping for the perfect answer.

“Never.”

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It had been about two weeks since Seokjin left the future, and work was as dull as ever. After his experience with you, he couldn’t stop thinking about the future. How you could’ve possibly been pregnant after he released his seed in you twice (Yes Male pregnancy is a huge problem in this world) Yoongi and Namjoon hated seeing him like this, Taehyung even tried cheering him up with pink cupcakes but the only thing he could think of was his princess.

“He’s miserable.” Namjoon sighs.

“I wish we could help him.” Taehyung frowns.

“Maybe we can…” Yoongi wiggles his fingers and lets out a giggle.

Ten minutes later, Seokjin hears a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Even the enthusiasm is gone from his voice.

“Did anyone call for a therapist?” The shock on Jin’s face when he sees you is laughable.

“Y/N!” He runs to you, pressing endless kisses to your face. “I missed you so much, my prince.”

“I missed you too, Jinnie.” Your nickname for him makes him smile.

“It’s been too long.” He slowly moves down, kissing every inch of your body. He looks up at you for permission before removing your pants. He looks at your lace panties and pulls at the band.

“Dirty boy.” He strips off your underwear and leaves you to stare at your own rising erection, making your cheeks flush and your pores open up to sweat.

“Ahhhh, Seokjin.” You close your eyes as the slurping noise resounds, bouncing off the walls and letting everyone in the building know how well Seokjin fucks you. He continues rubbing your cock between his hands as he takes you into his mouth.

“Cum in my throat, baby.” He demands. Your body shudders and you let out another moan as you have an orgasm. Jin licks you clean and then you lean in to kiss him.

“This time, I’ll be the one who stays.” You say, yanking his tie off.

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All That Glitters Ch.1: The Proposition

Moving Day

Viktor Drago x Ofc(Athena Creed)

Author: Champagnesugamama

Summary: Athena Creed, twin sister to the legendary boxer Adonis Creed, has been expanding her business of natural hair and skin care products, when another unexpected business venture lands in her path, but will it cause more harm than good?.....

You guys it literally took me so long just to start this first chapter! I rewrote the first paragraph like 50x! I hope you guys enjoy my little series.

“What the fuck do you mean you have to move to to the Ukraine?” Fuck, Adonis is already giving me a headache. I rubbed my eyes and answered him for the fifth time.

“Adonis I already told yo ass why five times! I have to oversee the building and manufacturing of my two factories! You know the taxes over in the Ukraine are significantly lower than in the United States. I have to base my factories over there if I want that 50 million dollar tax break.” He acts like I haven’t explored all options before deciding this. I don’t want to move to a foreign country where I will be ostracized from my loved ones, but this money doesn’t make itself. He ain’t the only one in this family who got bread. Matter of fact I’m richer than his ass. I worked my ass off in Harvard to get to where I am today, and I will be damned if my irritating ass little brother stops my bag.

5 YEARS AGO HARVARD UNIVERSITY

“So, you got the stuff?” A masculine voice said through my dormitory door.

“Yea you got the money?” I replied with a straight up attitude. Shit you would be mad too if this high ass senior was knocking at yo door at 12 am.

“Yea, open the door Ma, I just wanna see what you got.” I know this nigga don’t think I’m about to let him in my dorm at no 12 o’clock at night.

“No Sir, yo girl already sent in her order and you are just supposed to pick it up, ain’t nobody say you could browse the merchandise after hours. Now slide the envelope under the door and wait for your product.” He sucked his teeth and slide the envelope under the door. I counted out the necessary $150, and unlocked my door, but still keeping the chain on, I handed the man his shit.

“Yo tell Keisha she ain’t special, if her ass can’t come between business hours she is just gonna have to get it shipped to her dorm.” I said rolling my eyes. I know that girl ain’t got shit to do, but lay up with her nigga.

“Aight, I got you Ma. You know this shit is like crack to the females out here.You even got my momma and homeboys pullin’ up on me for this shit. What you really be puttin in this shit?” Now why he ask me that like I’m gonna tell him?

“None of your business sir. Now go give my home girl her hair and skin shit, she been looking a little ashy lately.” He laughed, but I was straight up serious, bitch been lookin’ a lil flaky lately.

“Oh shit, Imma tell her you said that shit too, night little mama.” I rolled my eyes and shut my door. I fed my money in the safe’s automatic counter and saw my day’s earnings were reaching up to 10,000 dollars. I’m gonna have to start looking into a bigger manufacturing place cause this ain’t cuttin it. I still have 25 back orders for just this campus alone. The secret is that I have two different pricing menus. One is for the stuck up rich kids at the school, and the other is for the chill homies, and scholarship babies. I gotta make my money somehow.

1 YEAR AGO SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA

“Hello, This is the office of Athena Creed. How may I help you?” My assistant Keisha answered the phone.” Now y’all must be wondering, “This bitch got a whole ass secretary? Since when?”, since I expanded my business and went national with a few small factories. I graduated top 5% of my class in Harvard, and expanded my business before I graduated. I am now the youngest self made Billionaire in the United States.

“Ms. Creed, P. Diddy is on line one and your finance manager is on line 2. You also have to get back to the Supply manager about the shortages on the shipments to Ulta and Sephora. The online orders are also being backlogged for some reason, and there is a protest at one of your factories about the “supposedly anonymous” tip about animal testing and what not. Should I put them on hold or patch them through?” See this is why need a second assistant.

“Patch through P. Diddy, tell my finance manager I’ll call her at 3 o’clock, tell the supply manager to email me the problem, hire a online order manager, and call the cops on the protesters outside of the factory. The whole 15 acres around the factory is private property and they are in violation of the privacy laws. Call Oprah to do a walk through interview with me and my factory manager to silence the protesters. They are only protesting because this is a black made business with black investors, and they want to burn it to the ground like black wall street, but I rebuke that Caucasian devil.”

“Ms. Creed you so crazy, but I’ll get right on that.” I waited 20 seconds after I saw the red light turn on to answer. I can’t let these niggas think I’m too excited to be in their presence.

“Hello, this is Athena Creed.” I said in my professional black voice. Y’all know the one you use for corporate niggas.

“Hey baby girl, you got time for lunch today?” Sean has been a friend of my family since the early ‘80s, since before my dad passed. My parents met Sean at one of my dad’s fights at the MGM casino. We’ve been close ever since.

“Yea Unc, What’s up?” I asked concerned, because my uncle has had it pretty hard recently, with the passing of the love of his life Kim Porter.

“Nothing, I just have a business proposition for you to expand your reach in the business world. Ya know it’s always good to have different eggs in your basket. I know hair and skin is your passion, but I hope you’ll have an open mind with your uncle today.” Alright now what does he want.

“Alright Unc. I’ll meet you at Urasawa on rodeo drive in about an hour. Make sure you come dress like we’re having lunch and not going to the met gala.” I laughed. He has a tendency to go overboard with his day to day outfits. We hung up and I made my way to my house to change out of my office clothes and to take a shower, I smell like the office.

“Hey Keisha, you can go home after you post the job to the job sites, and organize the food for the next staff meeting on Monday. Have a good weekend, oh and redirect my calls to my business phone while you’re at it. Thanks sweetheart.” I said from the elevator.

“Sure no problem Ms. Creed. Have a nice weekend.” She said with a smile and a wave as the elevator closed.

I got out of the bath, and I put some of my super growth oil, curling cream, and rice water aloe Vera gel in my hair to make my curls pop. I did my edges, and put on my chill day makeup. You know I had to support my girl Rihanna and buy her body lava. I mix one drop in with my moisturizer and rub that on my face and neck. It gives me a natural glow without makeup, cause I’m lazy.

Okay, so I know I said I was gonna chill, but I’m going on Rodeo Drive today, Imma stunt on them bitches. And since I’m stunting on some stuck up bitches we might as well go all out and bring out my new baby that I treated myself to as a present for making the Forbes list.

I stepped out of the car and threw my keys to the valet and gave him a band to not scratch it. My bodyguard met me at the sidewalk and escorted me to the door through the paparazzi and fans. I don’t know how they keep getting my location, but Imma need them to chill. The waitress automatically escorted me to my Uncle’s table. You can tell we come here way too often, but my uncle knows I’ll blow a check on some sushi. The waitress lead me to the back and up a set of stairs behind the grand piano, behind a draped, white, sheer chiffon curtain to the only table in the back V.I.P. area of the restaurant. “Hey Uncle Sean. How are you?” I asked him as he got up to hug me and pull out my chair. “Hey, Athena. I’m hanging in there. What about you, sweetheart?” He said as he sat back down in his chair. “I’m good Uncle Sean, but I’m hungry as hell. We need to order before I waste away.” I laughed as I signaled the waiter over to us. “Hello, welcome to Urasawa. What can I start you guys off with?” The waiter asked. I squinted hard as hell to read his name tag. Okay Kenji I see you. He’s cute or whatever. “Hey Kenji, did I pronounce that right?” I waited for him to reply, while giving him the bedroom eyes. I looked him up and down, making sure he knew I was interested. I peeped Uncle Sean rolling his eyes at me, but I don’t know why he’s complainin’, I learned it from him. “Yea, you’re the first person to pronounce it right on the first time. What can I get for you beautiful.” Kenji the waiter asked me, as he eyed my body, and proceeded to commence with the fuck boy tendencies, and bite his lip and “seduce” me with his eyes. Okay he’s canceled. I can’t take the fake ass california valley “swag”. Shit disgusts me.

“Um. I’ll take the Ama Ebi, Ikura Gunkan Sushi, and the Toro with a sprite. Thank you.” I handed the menu back, and turned to uncle Sean.

“Well shit I’ll just take what she’s having.” He said handing his menu back. Alright now it’s down to business. I put on my Big Boss Bitch face and folded my hands on the very neat and crisp tablecloth, and turned my gaze to my uncle.

“So, this ‘business’ proposition….What is it?” I asked impatient as hell. He just leans back in his seat and folds his hands in his lap.

“Can’t we just eat first before you upset your stomach with all them nerves. You’ve always been impatient as hell, even as a baby. Cryin’ n’ shit. Being spoilt by everyone who looked at you. Man I couldn’t walk in yo parents place without a Cinnabon for your greedy ass.” He laughed, and I looked at him out the side of my eye. So that’s why I was a 90lb kindergartner. This nigga been trying to give me type 2 diabetes since I was two. “Uncle Sean you ain’t right for that! You were over the house almost everyday! You was trying to kill a nigga!” I said rolling my eyes at him. He laughed at me, but I was dead ass serious! I had breathing problems in pre-k all because this nigga couldn’t say no to a toddler.

“Alright, I’ll spare a nigga. The proposition is for you to open up your own alcohol brewery.”

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boreum-dal · 5 years

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la confiture, part ii.

fandom: miraculous ladybug (adrinette, nino/alya)

summary: marinette dupain-cheng is one step closer to her dream of becoming a top chef when she’s hired to cook at the famed restaurant, la confiture. but to get to the top, she’s got to surpass adrien agreste, her rival and the son of la confiture’s owner.

too bad he’s so sweet that he’s nearly impossible to dislike.

and too bad she loves when he invites her over after work to test out new dishes at his apartment.

and too bad his relationship with his father makes her want to hold him and never let him go.

and–just like that, her dreams don’t seem so simple anymore.

cross-posted: ao3

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Marinette thought back to how she’d caught him glancing up at her, every so often, from his position in the kitchen as she’d meandered through his apartment, or how he’d seemed to pause carefully to consider how to respond to her in conversation, only to say something totally harmless. “I think he wants to be friends—but for some reason, I think he’s a little scared of me.”

This time, it was Alya’s turn to snort. “Scared? Of what?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’m scary. And I certainly don’t know why someone like him would be scared of someone like me. But that’s what it feels like.”

Marinette expected Alya to laugh some more, but she didn’t. “So, what do you think you’ll do, then? He’s your rival, right?”

Marinette pressed her lips together and then sighed. “Well, my goals remain unchanged, obviously. But I don’t see why we can’t be friends, I guess.”

“It’s harder to dethrone a king you like,” Alya mused.

“He’s not a king. He’s a prince,” Marinette replied jokingly, but she acknowledged the principle behind Alya’s words anyway. She’d never cursed anyone for being so kind before, but there was a first time for everything, she supposed.

la confiture

part ii.

Reply Comment from Ladybug to Chat Noir

1:55 AM

24/12

Chat Noir, thank you for your advice! I believe you’re right—the moment I saw the layer of curdled custard at the bottom of the pan, I knew I’d messed up. And I will certainly use the food processor to make the crust next time. Anything to make things easier! It’s odd, because I cook quite often, but baking is just such a different game to me. Things seem to go wrong all the time when I bake. If something goes wrong when I cook, I’m able to let it roll of my shoulders with ease. If something goes wrong when I bake, it’s like watching a row of dominoes fall—I know from the start that I’m doomed. In any case, when I try this recipe again, I’ll keep your words in mind. Thanks again!

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Marinette bundled her scarf more tightly around the bottom half of her face as she braced against the biting cold. The sun was just rising now, but the farmer’s market, open with plenty of day-after-Christmas sales, was already teeming with shoppers.

Shoving her hands into her pockets, she made her way up to a fruit stand offering quinces and pears at a reduced rate. She reached out to grab a pear, gently squeezing to feel its firmness and then doing the same with a quince. She hadn’t come to the market with the intent to develop new ideas for her blog—rather, she’d been set on trying to concoct something original with some of the new cooking techniques she’d picked up at work—but she’d seen a recipe a few days ago for an upside down quince and honey spice cake that had sounded promising.

She had a whole two days off, she thought. She could do both. Besides, she did need a new post for her blog.

Marinette glanced up at the vendor. “Could I get five of these quinces, please? And a couple of pears, too. The largest ones you see.”

Forty-five minutes later, Marinette was struggling her way down the street with two heavy paper bags full of ingredients with which she had no real idea what to do (save for the quinces). She had to admit to herself that she hadn’t really thought this through; it was four blocks to the subway station, and she’d purchased enough food to feed a family of twelve. She readjusted the handle of the bag in her right hand, which was cutting into her palm, even with gloves on.

“Chef Dupain-Cheng?”

Marinette turned around. Adrien stood a few steps behind her, holding his own bundles of market goods in either arm, nose tinged red at the tip and breathing out clouds of cold air.

“Chef Agreste,” she said, tilting her head to one side. She didn’t know why she was surprised. From what she’d gathered about him, it seemed quite like Adrien to work from the crack of dawn, even on his days off.

He beamed at her acknowledgment. Marinette didn’t know what to make of this, but somehow, she felt her lips smiling back of their own accord.

He walked up and closed the gap between them. “How are you? Did you have a good Christmas?”

“I did, thank you.” Marinette nodded. “Did you?”

Much to Marinette’s confusion, Adrien’s smile faltered for a half-second before it reappeared. He opened his mouth, then closed it before opening it again. “I did.”

“Good,” Marinette said, glancing down at his bags. “Getting right back to work today?”

Adrien shook his head. “Just messing around in the kitchen at home. You, too?”

Marinette nodded, thankful that the quinces were well-hidden at the bottom of one of her bags. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and readjusted the bag in her left hand now.

Adrien caught this and startled. “Ah, well, I won’t keep you. Are you walking this way to your car?”

Marinette shook her head. “To the subway.”

Adrien’s eyes widened. “That’s so far!”

“It’s not too bad,” Marinette lied.

“I—you know, my car is just across the street—I could give you a ride—”

“Oh, that’s—no, that’s all right. I wouldn’t want to impose,” Marinette said quickly, trying to cover up her surprise, although getting out of the cold as soon as possible sounded impossibly appealing.

“You’re not imposing,” Adrien said, shaking his head. “I don’t mind.”

Marinette readjusted the bags again. “I live across town.”

Adrien shrugged. “I’ve got time.”

“Well…” Marinette chewed on her lower lip. She’d almost liked it better when Adrien Agreste was just a goal, the final hurdle she had to jump to get to the finish line, instead of this bewilderingly kind person who seemed determined to make friends with her if it was the last thing he did. But she was freezing, these bags were cutting into her hands and at least one would almost certainly break before she even made it to the train, and she’d have to think over all of this at a more convenient time. “Okay.” She smiled. “Thank you.”

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“So, let me get this straight. You exchanged numbers. And then he invited you over? Like, to his house?”

Marinette nodded, squinting at the recipe she’d printed out and taped to her kitchen wall. The sweet, honeyed smell of poached fruit in the air was making her mouth water. “Uh huh.” She cursed under her breath. “I didn’t realize I’d have to refrigerate the quinces overnight after I put them in the syrup. Which is really silly, when you think about it.”

“What, that you have to refrigerate them or that you didn’t realize that you have to refrigerate them?” Alya said, pointing her camera at the pot of glistening quinces and snapping a few pictures. “Here, shine your phone’s flashlight from a couple of feet away, will you? Anyway, are you going to go?”

“That I didn’t realize it,” Marinette said, stepping a few paces back and holding her phone light over the pot. Alya’s camera clicked rapidly. “I just didn’t have my head on straight this morning, I guess. And no, don’t be silly. Why would I go to his house?”

Alya glanced up from her camera. “Um. Are you joking? Have you seen him?”

Marinette stared at the pot of quinces, trying to figure out a workaround to waiting an entire day to continue the rest of the recipe. She could think of a few, of course, but it seemed like every time she tried to do something off the books when she baked, everything went horribly awry. “I thought we established he wasn’t my type.”

“I only said that because I didn’t want his hotness to distract you from your goals.”

Marinette threw her head back and laughed. “Well, it hasn’t so far, so I think we’re safe there. Anyway, I highly doubt he was asking me to come over because he’s interested in me. He asked me to come test out some new dish he was working on. He has staff members come over all the time to test out new recipes, from what I’ve heard. It’s business, you know?”

“Well, if it’s just business, why don’t you go?”

Marinette frowned at her friend. “Why are you so insistent on me going?”

“Come on, you’re not the least bit curious about him? How he lives? What his house looks like?” Alya said, straightening up and grinning. “I know I am! And I would totally go over there, except I’m not the one who got invited.”

“You’re such a creep,” Marinette laughed. “I mean… I guess. Maybe a little.”

“At the very least, it could be recon. You could probably learn something new.”

Marinette stared again at the quinces. She sighed, flipping her phone around and pulling up Adrien Agreste from her contacts list. “Fine.” She wrinkled her nose. “I guess I’ll follow the directions this time. The quinces will sit until tomorrow. I’ll tell you about it when you come back over.”

Alya let out a triumphant whoop. “You’re crazy if you think I’m waiting till tomorrow to hear about this! You’re calling me as soon as you get home.”

---

“This is it,” Adrien said, leading Marinette away from his front door and opening his arms to gesture at the condo.

Marinette glanced around, eyes wide. “It’s lovely.” She smiled. “I adore old buildings like these. I’ve always wanted to see inside of one.”

Adrien followed her gaze, trying to see his apartment—an upper-level unit in a mill smack in the middle of the city that had been repurposed into condominiums—through new eyes. He’d bought it for two main reasons: the size of the kitchen and the relative distance from his childhood home, which sat in the quieter outer edges of Paris. But the brick walls and vaulted ceilings had been a nice bonus.

“Thank you.” Adrien noticed Marinette clutching her coat to her chest. “Can I take that from you?”

“Hm? Oh, thank you,” Marinette said, letting Adrien take the coat from her hands and hang it on the rack by the door.

“Feel free to look around,” Adrien said, rolling up his sleeves and hurrying over to the refrigerator to pull out items he’d left to chill. “I just need to finish prepping a few things here.”

Marinette nodded and walked around the apartment slowly, head turning this way and that. She paused in the living room to observe a mural Adrien had hung above the couch—a woman whose long dress depicted the universe, in the style of Klimt.

Adrien ducked his head back down toward his ingredients, trying not to wonder what she was thinking. He didn’t understand why he was so nervous about making a good impression. Perhaps it was that she’d seemed so acutely uninterested in being friends in the beginning that her sudden reciprocation of his efforts felt that much more fragile. A single misstep, he thought, and it’d be over.

You didn’t ask her here to be friends, he chided himself. You wanted a test audience.

Still, when he’d gotten a text from her reading, Does that offer to come by and try a new Agreste creation still stand?, he’d nearly dropped his phone into the broth he’d had simmering all morning.

“Oh! Who’s this?”

Adrien glanced back up. Plagg had wandered his way into the living room and was nudging his nose against Marinette’s booties.

“I’m sorry, I should have warned you—I hope you’re not allergic—”

“No, not at all,” Marinette said, reaching down and holding out a finger. She looked up at Adrien. “What’s his name?”

“Plagg.” Adrien smiled as Plagg butted his head gently against Marinette’s palm. “He likes you.”

Marinette cooed at the cat. “Can I pick him up?”

“Oh, yes. He loves to be held.”

Marinette scooped Plagg up into her arms and held him for a while, examining photos and knickknacks scattered around the room, before she approached Adrien from across the condo. She set Plagg down on the ground and leaned forward on the island counter. “Can I help with anything?”

“That’s all right, I’ve got it covered. And I’m sorry for being rude, I should have offered you some coffee or something—”

Marinette shook her head and laughed. “Chef, it’s fine. I’m enjoying myself as I am. There’s no need to bend over backwards for me.”

Adrien watched her for a moment, pressing his lips together before saying what he wanted to say. “You don’t have to keep calling me that. ‘Adrien’ is okay, you know.”

“But—on my first day, Chef Agreste said—”

“Never mind what my father said,” Adrien insisted, although his voice was gentle. “Especially when we’re outside the kitchen.”

Marinette glanced around. A smile played on her lips. “Well, we are in a kitchen.”

Adrien chuckled. “So we are.” He looked down at his plate, where he was arranging thinly shaved slices of watermelon radish into a flower. “If you’re more comfortable calling me Chef Agreste, of course, that’s different, and more than fine. But it’s just a formality I’ve never really taken to.”

“No, I think… I think I would like to call you Adrien,” Marinette said. “And as for me, please call me Marinette.”

Adrien glanced back up at her again. She blinked back at him, and he felt warmth in the pit of his stomach.

“Marinette.” He tried the name out in his mouth, realizing he’d never said it out loud even once before. “I like that.”

Marinette’s lips curved up into a smile. “Well, that’s a relief. It’s my name, after all.”

Adrien laughed. The warmth in his belly grew, and suddenly, he realized the aching loneliness he’d felt since the night before had long since gone away completely.

The oven timer dinged, and Adrien straightened up, realizing he’d been staring unabashedly at Marinette as he’d let his thoughts wander. Thankfully, she’d turned her attention back to Plagg and hadn’t seemed to notice at all.

Adrien slipped an oven mitt on. “You’ve got to be honest with me about this dish, okay?”

Marinette picked up the silverware Adrien had laid out for her on the island and clanked the ends dramatically against the surface of the counter. She grinned. “Bring it on.”

---

Marinette tapped one of her hands against her thigh, watching Paris go by outside the window in a blur. Somehow, she’d ended up staying at Adrien’s condo for the rest of the day, and darkness had fallen. The streets, wet with melted snow, glistened under the reflection of the streetlamps and holiday lights.

“Thank you for coming by,” Adrien said from beside her, and she turned back toward him. His eyes remained trained on the road, but his lips had turned up into a smile. Then again, she thought, maybe he’d been smiling this whole time. It seemed rare that he wasn’t.

“Thank you. That dish was delicious. It’ll be a hit, I have no doubt,” Marinette said, trying not to sound too rueful about it.

Even after years of experience, she didn’t think she could concoct anything like Adrien had served her—local clams served in a savory, yet sweet broth, with floating arrangements of watermelon radish made to look like chrysanthemums and slices of fresh-baked bread to sop up the broth after everything else had been consumed. It had looked magnificent and tasted even better. Marinette had marveled at the idea that it had been his first attempt at the dish, and she couldn’t decide whether it was better or worse that her rival was remarkably kind on top of being a culinary genius.

Perhaps even more agitating was just how good of a baker Adrien was—something of which Marinette had been minutely aware, but had not truly recognized till he’d provided her a slice of his coffee cake after serving dinner. When she’d blurted out after the first several bites that she’d only be able to bake like this in her wildest dreams, Adrien had, much to both her delight and fury, invited her back some time to show her how he made the cake.

Marinette had not given him a response, but she knew Alya would prod her to say yes.

“That’s very kind of you,” Adrien said softly. “You’re sure you didn’t have any criticisms?”

Marinette pursed her lips and looked up at the sky through the rooftop window of the car, trying to think of something. If it had been her recipe, what would she have done differently? “Maybe reduce the sweetness of the broth a little? Keeping a hint of the sweetness would be lovely, I think. But you could afford to tone it down by maybe ten percent and I think it’d bring out even more of the intended flavors of the broth and the shellfish. Especially paired with a white wine and the winter fruit tart after, since those will both already be very sweet.”

“You’re right. That’s a great point,” Adrien mused. “Would you mind trying out the updated rendition once I tweak the recipe?”

Marinette wondered if this meant another trip to his condo. Oddly enough, she didn’t mind if that was the case, but she didn’t ask. “I’m flattered you asked. Of course I wouldn’t mind.”

Adrien grinned. “Thank you, Marinette.” He paused. “I really did enjoy the evening. I didn’t expect anyone to come by and provide company—or feedback, I mean—but...”

Marinette turned to look at him when he paused again, longer this time, and wondered a bit at the way he was pulling at his lower lip with his teeth now—as if he were nervous, almost.

“I’m glad it was you.”

Marinette ducked her head down for a moment to hide her shock. “I enjoyed it, too,” she said, after a moment.

Adrien was full of surprises, she thought.

---

“All right. Lay it on me. Give me all the juicy details.”

Marinette laughed, pressing her phone to her ear with her shoulder as she flipped the lights off around her flat and moved toward her bedroom.

“No juicy details. Except maybe that he’s more annoyingly perfect than I’d already thought.”

Alya laughed from the other end of the line. “How so?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Marinette muttered, setting the phone down on her dresser and putting it on speakerphone as she changed for bed. “Lives in a gorgeous condo. Whipped up a perfect—I kid you not, perfect—new dish for the menu out of thin air like it was nothing. He can bake, too. And he’s actually so nice that it’s, like, weird.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s just too nice, Alya! He offered to teach me how to make his coffee cake when I told him I couldn’t bake! He asked me if I could come back to critique his dish a second time. He insisted on driving me home.”

“How is any of that weird? To me, it just sounds like he likes you.”

Marinette snorted, although she heard Adrien saying, “I’m glad it was you” in that sweet, solemn way of his, his silhouette lit by the lights of the storefronts as he drove them through the streets of Paris, and had to shake her head to return to the present. “Don’t be absurd.”

“What? I don’t think it’s absurd! Why would he suddenly be pouring all of this effort into talking to you and hanging out with you? Clearly, you caught his attention, and he wants to impress you.”

Marinette shook her head as she crawled into bed. “I don’t think that’s it, Alya.” She thought back to how she’d caught him glancing up at her, every so often, from his position in the kitchen as she’d meandered through his apartment, or how he’d seemed to pause carefully to consider how to respond to her in conversation, only to say something totally harmless. “I think he wants to be friends—but for some reason, I think he’s a little scared of me.”

This time, it was Alya’s turn to snort. “Scared? Of what?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’m scary. And I certainly don’t know why someone like him would be scared of someone like me. But that’s what it feels like.”

Marinette expected Alya to laugh some more, but she didn’t. “So, what do you think you’ll do, then? He’s your rival, right?”

Marinette pressed her lips together and then sighed. “Well, my goals remain unchanged, obviously. But I don’t see why we can’t be friends, I guess.”

“It’s harder to dethrone a king you like,” Alya mused.

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The remainder of the break went by far too quickly, and before Marinette knew it, she was frantically rushing through the first dinner service after the Christmas holidays like her life depended on it.

The night had been utterly chaotic, and in a way different from the last few months Marinette had been there. Not only was La Confiture fully booked, but Gabriel Agreste, for whatever reason, had been in an extraordinarily foul mood, and it had seeped into the air in the kitchen throughout the day. Most notably, he’d reduced Rose, the pattisier, to tears before dinner service had even begun, over a readily fixable miscalculation in the number of pastry puffs she’d needed to bake for a certain dish that day. Marinette noted silently that Adrien, who’d been sunny and playful with the staff all through prep, had become grim and quiet after the incident, speaking only to dole out orders or to compliment another chef’s work.

So it was with great trepidation that Marinette found herself standing before the door of the chef de cuisine’s office after dinner service had ended, wringing her hands and then finally knocking on the door after a few more seconds of fretting.

“Come in.”

Gabriel Agreste’s office was, much like the man himself, sleek and modern in an austere kind of way—all clean lines, no papers or stray pens or pencils out of place. Hardly anything hung on the walls; only a framed black-and-white photograph of Gabriel with a very young elementary school-age Adrien, which Marinette had to resist staring at, sat on the corner of his desk.

“You—you asked to see me, Chef?”

Gabriel looked up from a sheath of papers he’d been reviewing and eyed Marinette over the rim of his glasses. “Ah, yes. Chef Dupain-Chang. Please shut the door.”

Marinette swallowed and did so. There was no second chair in the small office, so she leaned her back against it, hands behind her back. Against her will, she replayed the scene with Rose in her head, the way Gabriel had unflinchingly insulted her work ethic and dedication to her work in front of the entire kitchen staff. He hadn’t quite raised his voice, but he hadn’t needed to—somehow, the quietness of his rebuke had made it that much nastier and more terrifying. Marinette supposed she should be thankful that Gabriel had thought to summon her into the privacy of his office for whatever he needed to berate her about.

Gabriel set down his pen and turned in his chair toward her fully, adjusting his glasses and folding his hands. “You’ve been here for, what, three months now?”

“About two and a half, Chef,” Marinette said.

She wanted to smack herself. Why was she correcting him? Two and a half was basically three!

“Very well. Two and a half. When we brought you on, I was a little dubious,” Gabriel said, leaning one elbow on his desk. “Your résumé was lacking compared to what we usually hire from.”

Marinette ducked her head. “Yes, Chef.”

“But I have to admit, Chef Dupain-Cheng, that I’m pleased we took our chances. Adrien was insistent after your initial demonstration that we hire you. It’s a good thing I chose to listen to him.”

Marinette raised her head, eyes wide. Now that was a lot to unpack. “E-excuse me?”

“You’ve consistently been displaying excellent work since you arrived. The guests have had only great things to say about your food.”

Marinette felt so weak with relief that it took all her will not to slide onto the floor. “Um—thank you, Chef. I really appreciate that.”

“Keep up the good work, Chef Dupain-Cheng. The only danger with doing a great job is that you set a higher standard for yourself.”

Marinette nodded. “Understood. Thank you again, Chef.”

“Good evening, Chef Dupain-Cheng.”

“Good evening.” Marinette slipped out of the office and shut the door. The kitchen had largely emptied out in her time in Gabriel’s office, and she wandered to the locker room in a daze before finally letting herself slump over onto the bench, trying to process what had just happened.

Gabriel Agreste—the legendary Gabriel Agreste—had just told Marinette that he was happy with her work. That was as good as a gold medal to her. She wanted to squeal with glee. And then there was what he’d told her about Adrien—

“Marinette?”

Marinette jumped.

Adrien Agreste had appeared from behind the row of lockers, bag slung over his shoulders. “Still here?”

“Ah—yeah,” Marinette said, standing and smiling sheepishly. “Just going to get my bag.”

“I’ll walk out with you, if you’ll give me a moment to lock up,” Adrien said, smiling.

“Oh, I think Chef Agreste is still here. He was in his office a moment ago.”

“Oh,” Adrien said, and his face seemed to fall at the mention of his father. Marinette blinked, and the smile was back in place. “All right, then. Would you like to walk out together anyway?”

Marinette nodded. “Sure.”

It was odd, how easy and almost routine it had suddenly become, after just a couple of meetings, to fall into step with Adrien after work like this. How not weird it felt to see him waiting patiently by the locker room door as she put on her layers of winter clothing. How he’d make some terribly unfunny joke that made Marinette throw her head back and laugh anyway. And now, knowing that he’d championed her employment at La Confiture in the first place, Marinette suddenly recognized a warmth she’d felt toward him for the last few days but had not been able to name or point out until just now.

Alya was right—dethroning him would not be easy, and not just because Marinette worried she might never catch up to him.

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next: iii

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #adrinette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #la confiture

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Title: A Visit Summary: Mysterion drops in to pay Leopold Stotch a visit. Rating: G Ships: N/A Other: Contains implied/mentioned child abuse. Set in a superhero AU

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He would have rather slipped through the window and snuck up on him. It would have been like old times. Leo probably would have gotten a laugh out of it. Unfortunately, Doctor Timothy had insisted Mysterion enter the mansion properly through the front door as a show of trust.

The butler did not seemed all that surprised at the caped vigilante standing in the doorway. Mysterion didn't even need to flash his Freedom Pal's badge for the man to step aside and usher him in.

"The Master is in his study. Would you like me to lead you there, or would you prefer to sulk through the shadows there yourself?" The butler asked in a less than joking tone. Mysterion didn't answer, instead purposefully walking past into a ray of sunlight cast by a near by window.

The butler must have been one of Leo's old hires. Mysterion wouldn't have been too surprised if the butler hadn't been on the receiving end of one of his attacks back in the day. Most of Leo's personal staff use to members of the Chaos organisation that Leo quickly rebranded and name changed to keep them out of jail.

The butler shut the door and wandered off, leaving Mysterion to his own devices.

In the past, when Mysterion snuck into the mansion, he had to keep close to the walls and duck in and out of doorways to avoid being detected. He would use his unworldly powers to slip from shadow to shadow and distract servants and guards. Now, however, he marched up the large set of stairs and down the hall as if he were a member of the household.

Finally, Mysterion came to a large door. He reached up and rapped his knuckles against the hard wood three times in set rhythm, two quick knocks, a pause, then the final knock.

The over-excited sound of footsteps hurried to the door before it swung inwards.

Leopold Stotch looked at Mysterion with a wide, almost goofy-looking, grin. Green and red paint smeared across his cheek and a streak of navy blue across his forehead with a whole rainbow of oil paint on his artist's smock. His eyes even seemed to sparkle with joy at seeing the hero.

It was hard to imagine this baby-faced man was ever one of the most feared and wanted men in all the United States less than two years ago.

Leo jumped back. "Mysterion, come in, come in! It's so good to see you, buddy! Do you want some tea? One of my staff just brought some, and it's got extra honey and lemon."

"No, but thank you," Mysterion shook his head as he entered the study. He glanced around. It had been a year and a half now since he, Tupperwear, and Toolshed had come in and removed all the machines and weapons and monitors. Now the walls were lined with stacks of canvas and shelves with jars of paint brushes, chalks, crayons, and all other assortments of art supplies. A single TV was affixed to a wall in the corner with the weather channel playing.

Leo grabbed hold of Mysterion's arm. The hero let himself be tugged along towards an easel. The before mentioned tea sat steaming on a small table next to it.

"You have to see my latest painting." Leo took the canvas from the easel and held it in front of him. Pride beamed from his face. The piece in Leo's hand was a mess of colors and different textures, greens and blues and whites, and Mysterion couldn't for the life of him tell what it was suppose to be or if that was the point.

Mysterion frowned. He didn't grow up in a house hold that really appreciated the finer things, modern art being one of them. The closest thing he could recall print of Jesus in a fancy frame his mother had gotten from some free store or another.

"Its...nice." Mysterion commented. "I like that...green diamond pattern."

Leo laughed. "Ok, you just gotta see it with the others, silly!" He ran past Mysterion and began to pick out some other canvases. As he set them next to each other on the floor, a picture began to appear before Mysterion's very eyes: an emerald dragon nestled among the clouds over looking a castle and forest.

Mysterion whistled, impressed. "You painted all this?"

"Yup!" Leo grinned. "Took a while to figure out what parts to put where, but I did it!" He stepped closer to Mysterion. "I'm donating it to a children's hospital next week. Think the kids will like it? Or is the dragon too scary?"

"They'll love it," Mysterion replied softly.

The two stood in silence. Mysterion gazed at the paintings, trying to take in the smaller details Leo had hidden. So far he found a blue birds nest in the trees and a little family walking along a path towards the castle. As he gazed upon the blue-grey stone of the castle, Mysterion noticed a figure in the tower window. Careful not to disturb the paintings, he walked around to get a better look.

"Is that...?"

"Yup." Leo joined him and crouched. "It's Charlotte. I saw her on the news recently." He reached out and gently brushed his fingers over the woman in the window with a heavy sigh.

Charlotte had been his fiance, until he was finally arrested for his villainous crimes. At first, she had stayed with him, proclaiming Leo couldn't be Professor Chaos, that he was being framed, but soon the constant media attention and rumors finally drove her away. The last Mysterion had heard of her was from an interview she gave saying that she hoped Leo got the help he needed.

Leo fell back on his heels. "Hey, Mysterion, can I, um, ask you a question?"

"Of course," Mysterion replied.

Leo rested his head on his knees, not looking up at the hero. "Do...do you think it'll ever be enough? Will I finally stop feeling guilty for all I've done one day or is this," he paused to gesture to the paintings, "all for nothing?"

Mysterion pursed his lips before going down to his knees. He placed a hand on Leo's arm but didn't speak.

"Sometimes," Leo whispered, gripping his legs, "I wish they just had thrown me in jail. I wish my lawyers weren't as good. I hate them for that." He gritted his teeth. "I hated how they played up how badly my parents treated me and made me cry at the stand. I hated how they kept acting like the doctor who said I had dissociative identity disorder was right when I know he was a lair." Bitterness seeped into Leo's words. "I ain't got D.I.D.. Chaos isn't another personality of mine that I didn't know about. He is me. I am him. We both deserve to be punished for everything we did."

Mysterion reached out and pried Leo's hand off his leg before he hurt himself.

"I know, Leo." Mysterion said, slowly. "But maybe there is something to all that. Not that you have D.I.D., but that maybe you and Chaos aren't the exact same person." At this, Leo swung his head around and met Mysterion's eyes.

Mysterion took a breath and chose his words carefully. "The Professor Chaos I knew always owned up to being a villain. He never denied that what he was doing was against the law but, he always said he shouldn't be punished for it. Chaos said he was doing the world a favor. That it was the lack of chaos in our society that made us so lazy and sedentary." He squeezed Leo's wrist. "He didn't feel any guilt for what he did. But you, Leo, you do. That's how I know you two aren't the same. Professor Chaos is gone. He's dead, and he's not holding you back from your growth like he's done for years. Do you understand?"

Leo swallowed. A layer of moisture covered his eyes, and he had to blink from tearing up. After a moment, Leo blew his nose against his smock and turned back to the painting.

"You know, there is another person I know in this painting." Leo leaned forward and grabbed a canvas from the middle. He sat back on his bottom with the canvas propped up against his knees. It was part of the scene of the sky and clouds. He turned the painting towards Mysterion.

"Can you see him?"

Mysterion narrowed his eyes, scanning the painting. After a moment, he pointed. "There?" He asked. It looked like a person, a child, sleeping, their head resting against the dragon's foot. The child's hands rested over their stomach with a peaceful expression on their face.

Leo nodded. "Yeah, he's...an old friend of mine who passed away a long time ago." He pressed his fingers against the canvas. "He died at the hospital this is all going to. The doctors tried all they could to save him, but it couldn't be helped." Leo shook his head. "I hated seeing him waste away like he did."

Mysterion pursed his lips. After a heartbeat, he asked, "What's his name?"

Leo sighed. "His name was Kenny. We were only nine, and get he was diagnosed with muscular dystrophy."

Mysterion took in a sharp breath that caused Leo to look towards him with a concerned expression. He coughed into his hand. "Sorry, I...someone very close to me passed from that same thing. I know how hard it is."

Leo's expression soften, and he turned back to the painting. "I'm sorry I brought it up then."

"Don't be. People get sick, and people die, that's...that's just how the world works."

Unless they’re me, Mysterion added to himself. He pushed the thought and the guilt away. Until he finally joined Freedom Pals and started to live full time at the estate, he had been faking his death and relocating himself over and over. It had been the only way to keep everyone he cared about safe from his growing rogue gallery. His drawn out battle with muscular dystrophy had only been the first.

'Kenny' needed to die for 'Mysterion' to raise.

For split second, the truth pressed against Mysterion's teeth. He had to swallow to keep the words from escaping. Leo didn't need to know about their shared past. It would only hurt him more.

"Heya, Mysterion." Leo whispered, almost inaudibly, "Think they would let me take flowers to his grave? Or would that break my parol?"

Mysterion let out a shake breath he prayed Leo didn't notice. "I'll see if I can pull some strings and let you go, even if I have to escort you there myself."

Leo's eyes grew wide. He stared at Mysterion. He didn't try to blink the tears away this time.

"Thank you, Mysterion."

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AN: This was for a gen challenge from a facebook group but i misread the information and this doesn’t meet the criteria, so yeah its just a normal fic now. Also, the wiki mentioned Butters is really artistic, and I'm sad that doesn't get brought up much. :(

#south park #fanficiton #butters stotch #kenny mccormick #mysterion #sp #one shot #Michelle writes stuff

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Season 6, Mission 17: Pressure Cookin’

Secret ingredients

PETER LYNNE: It is you, I knew it! It was when I saw how efficiently those zombies were nailed to that trolley -

JANINE DE LUCA: Yes, Mr. Lynne, you have said that already. You started saying it before we boarded this train, and you've said something along those lines eight times since.

PAULA COHEN: To be fair, Janine, it really does need to be said. It's you.

JANINE DE LUCA: Yes. Still me.

SAM YAO: All right, I've got a question that isn't, "Is it really you?"

JANINE DE LUCA: You can't imagine my relief.

SAM YAO: What have you been doing all this time? And... and... is it really you?

JANINE DE LUCA: I have been cultivating a position. One that is of influence in all areas of the new UK. I cannot explain everything. Some of my work is top secret even now. The job's not yet finished, but I summoned you here because a matter has come to my attention that I need Abel's help with.

PAULA COHEN: Hold on. You summoned us? I mean, we're the ones who struggled through tunnels filled with blood, feces, and viscera to get here. Oh. In response to Pit Viper suddenly letting it be known that they were tracking down Selma, a runaway from Sigrid's baby serum factory. Right! You let it be known so that we'd come to you, and your cover wouldn't be blown.

JANINE DE LUCA: Astute, Dr. Cohen. [door slides open] Now come along, all of you. We have a job to do. Follow me down this tunnel. We have a long way to go, and we must be on time.

PETER LYNNE: I'd follow you absolutely anywhere.

JANINE DE LUCA: Run.

PAULA COHEN: All right, Janine, a question. How did you end up here? I mean, are you Pit Viper? Pit Viper's been trying to kill us, and... haven't you killed quite a few of Amelia's people? That's... unlike you?

JANINE DE LUCA: Oh, yes. I am the Pit Viper. I run a team of female assassins.

PETER LYNNE: Bloody hell. Female assassins? Hmm.

JANINE DE LUCA: We're quick, efficient, and deadly. And we only take on extremely legitimate targets. I vet them personally. But of course, we do get copycats. People who get the tattoo and pretend to be Pit Viper. I think Sigrid's hired quite a few of those. There's a new one following you, but I'll send my women to scare him off.

PAULA COHEN: And Amelia's people?

JANINE DE LUCA: [laughs] That was very amusing. I took every contract available on Miss Spens. She sent me a rich supply of resources to buy them out, and we paid some of her people for intel on her so I could feed Sigrid some plausible lies about her plans. Miss Spens is going to be so angry when she finds out. Come along, please. We can't afford to be late.

PETER LYNNE: These tunnels are nice! Clean, dry. Shipshape, Bristol fashion. You didn't build them, did you?

JANINE DE LUCA: No. We're underneath the estate of Mr. Valmont, the CEO of Xia-Hifa Biologics, Miss Spens' ex-husband.

PAULA COHEN: And why are we underneath the private estate of the only remaining billionaire in, so far as we know, the world?

JANINE DE LUCA: Because his staff have no idea what to do with a haddock mornay. [opens locker door] There are uniforms in that locker. Put them on while I open the door.

[security system beeps]

ANNIE: Welcome back, [?].

JANINE DE LUCA: Incorrect identification, ANNIE. Try again.

ANNIE: Oh, I'm sorry. Welcome back, Chef Anderson. We're glad to have you.

SAM YAO: Chef Anderson?

JANINE DE LUCA: [whispers] Just go with it. It's our cover. [out loud] Hello, ANNIE! I'm taking charge of the banquet tonight.

ANNIE: Perfect timing, Chef Anderson. Mr. Valmont is entertaining the Minister tonight. We need your culinary genius more than ever.

JANINE DE LUCA: Ah. Team, the vital thing is that Valmont should not discover that we're in the building. He's in the Minister's pocket. But we can keep ourselves safe from him. Down this tunnel quickly. Follow me.

SAM YAO: All right, all right. So you've pretended to be a chef to get in past Valmont's security, right? Now what are you going to do? Ninja assassin action adventure spying?

JANINE DE LUCA: First of all, we prepare the souffles and the haddock mornay.

PAULA COHEN: Wait. Being a chef isn't a cover?

JANINE DE LUCA: A cover only works if it's believable. It was instantly clear to me that liberating Abel would not be enough to keep us safe. There was bound to be a standoff and militarization. So I needed to find out how Sigrid's power base operates. On the Minister's airship, I overheard her say that she would loan Valmont some of her kitchen staff in exchange for a shipment of batteries and other vital supplies.

PETER LYNNE: How does he have all the batteries and vital supplies? That's what I want to know.

JANINE DE LUCA: A very good question, Mr. Lynne, and one I intend to learn the answer to. In the chaos on the airships, I quickly disposed of the original chef by knocking her out and leaving her in an airship bound for the Hebrides. I came to work in Mr. Valmont's kitchens to learn more about this vital Ministry ally.

SAM YAO: Aha! And then you let other people do the cooking while you learned about Valmont's organization! Mm, clever.

JANINE DE LUCA: No, Mr. Yao. I taught myself to cook. It's not difficult. It simply demands precision, timing, and meticulous attention to detail, along with natural leadership, qualities I possess in abundance. When we enter the kitchen, each of you will behave as if you are my new sous-chefs. Obey my commands exactly. For example, Five, you will run through the kitchen to the courtyard to bring wood to smoke the ballotine of rabbit.

PAULA COHEN: Oh, I've missed taking orders from you.

JANINE DE LUCA: Very good. Welcome to my kitchen. [opens door] All of you! This kitchen is a disgrace! Your worktops are filthy. Your plating is disgusting, and service is in less than an hour! All of you, step to it! Run!

COOK: Yes, chef!

JANINE DE LUCA: Well done, Sous-chef Five. Those cedarwood shavings will set off the rabbit perfectly. Mr. Lynne – yes, those limes will do for the salmon ceviche, I suppose. Have [?] whip up a mayonnaise with tarragon – no, saffron, chili, and sumac to give it more kick.

SAM YAO: Mm, Janine. This really isn't a cover, is it? You clearly actually really care about that salmon ceviche.

JANINE DE LUCA: Mr. Yao, if a job's worth doing, it's worth doing to the highest and most exacting standards. That is how we derive personal pride and satisfaction in life.

SAM YAO: Yeah. Yeah, I have that attitude to my Demons and Darkness figurines.

PAULA COHEN: You don't, though. Your Yargrov the Mountain is clearly a Valdac the Destroyer with two extra arms glued on from a forest troll you trod on.

SAM YAO: Yeah, that's true, actually. My philosophy is, if a job's worth doing, it's worth spending a bit of time on, and then getting on with something else.

JANINE DE LUCA: Which is, coincidentally, precisely what Five and I are about to do. Dr. Cohen, you take charge of the souffle station. Mr. Lynne... we'll talk later. For now, roast celeriac, 1.4-centimeter dice, please.

PETER LYNNE: Yes, ma'am.

JANINE DE LUCA: Runner Five, we're going to rescue your contact, Selma, and we will need resources only available here. We will take the service stairs up to the eighth floor. With me. Run.

[door opens]

SAM YAO: Wow. That office is swish. What is this building, anyway?

JANINE DE LUCA: Mr. Valmont operates from a series of Xia-Hifa buildings across the United Kingdom. Buildings that weren't in use before the apocalypse. They're placed strategically, although it's taken me a long time to work out his strategy. They're not near to transport links or worker hubs. This one, a few miles outside London, is the only one located anywhere near a population center.

SAM YAO: So... what's the pattern?

JANINE DE LUCA: Reliable off-grid power sources.

SAM YAO: Oh, he's devious.

JANINE DE LUCA: He is, Mr. Yao. I am convinced that it is Valmont's support which has enabled the Minister to maintain her power base in the country. This mansion, the size of a large hotel, is sited on top of a deep geothermal well drilled at taxpayer's expense and abandoned as a failure several years ago.

SAM YAO: Oh yeah! I remember. Like that one at [?]. Didn't they make a volcano down there?

JANINE DE LUCA: You exaggerate as ever, Mr. Yao. I have found evidence that Valmont deliberately scuppered the geothermal well at [?] so the project would be discredited. He took a tax write-off on it, and no one asked if this second well was still operational.

SAM YAO: Spoiler – it's still working, right?

JANINE DE LUCA: It is. As are several other experimental power facilities around the country, each connected to one of Valmont's properties.

SAM YAO: To power what?

JANINE DE LUCA: My contact might be able to answer that question. [security system beeps] Hello, ANNIE. Are we safe to talk?

ANNIE: Hello, Janine! Oh. Um, I didn't know you'd be bringing Runner – Employee – Runner – [system whirs] Oh. Employee Five. We must talk about your termination. [system whirs] Janine, a subroutine I thought I deleted is trying to reactivate. It'll take some time to remove it. You need to head to room G15 on the fourth floor. Please hurry. This subroutine is problematic.

[door closes]

JANINE DE LUCA: ANNIE, can you talk now?

ANNIE: I sure can! So sorry about that. I have this whole situation going on, you know. Part of me has a whole other set of priorities and has really taken against Runner Five here. Actually, I thought I was winning against me, but something happened a little while ago, and I got much stronger. I can hardly fight me sometimes now. [laughs] We're at a sort of standoff right now. There are places where I have [areas of concern], and there are bits where I have them. And bits where we're at war. Sorry. It's more complicated than it sounds.

JANINE DE LUCA: ANNIE, first things first, are we safe here? Is there any chance Valmont could discover us?

ANNIE: He and the Minister are deep in conversation in his private sitting room. You're safe for now. Three weeks ago, the Minister sent word that two of our employees had been confirmed as operatives with the Laundry. They are discussing how helpful Mr. Valmont was in removing those traitors.

JANINE DE LUCA: Ah, I see. Yes. Well, in the meantime, ANNIE, you have the most sophisticated tracking devices I'm aware of in the new UK. Someone we need to find is in the region of [?]. What would you need to pinpoint them more accurately than that?

ANNIE: [?]? Wow, dangerous spot. Okay. I do have a couple of little things I could try. I don't suppose you've got any of their DNA, have you?

SAM YAO: Hang on, just a sec. Okay, ANNIE? Now, I presume you can hear me?

ANNIE: Certainly can! X-ray hearing. All right, sport? [laughs]

SAM YAO: Sport?

ANNIE: I'm trying a thing! To sound more, you know, human. [laughs]

SAM YAO: Okay. So it's not that I don't trust Janine's judgment, but... Janine, you've been away for a while, and since you went, we've seen ANNIE again, and ANNIE, you keep going on about that Project Glass thing you've done to Five.

ANNIE: Do I? I don't remember doing Project Glass on you, Five. No, no, it's fine. I've checked. I have no access to Project Glass anymore. You'll have nothing to worry about, Five! Nothing at all. Nothing whatever... oh. Apart from the fact that Mr. Valmont is just outside the door. Sorry! Project Glass. I got flustered. Sorry!

[door opens]

SAM YAO: Oh, crap. Five, that is Valmont.

ANNIE: Oh. Mr. Valmont, sir. These two sous-chefs were just requesting extra supplies to be delivered next week.

JANINE DE LUCA: We're just leaving, sir. Everything's in order.

BRENT VALMONT: Stop! I know who you are.

SAM YAO: Oh, crap.

BRENT VALMONT: No, no. Calm down, calm down, it's fine! I'm so glad to meet you, Janine De Luca, Runner Five. I'm one of your biggest fans! We're going to have so much fun.

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And Carried Me Away: Ch. 11

Chapter 1|| Chapter 2|| Chapter 3|| Chapter 4|| Chapter 5|| Chapter 6||

Chapter 7|| Chapter 8|| Chapter 9|| Chapter 10|| Chapter 11|| Chapter 12||

Chapter 13|| Chapter 14|| Chapter 15||

Chapter 11:

Prison:

“I want to see my daughter. I want to see Jemma.”

Hotch watched James, as the younger man repeated the demand. He eyed him wordlessly, not surprised by the request since it’d been in the back of his mind as a possible power-play James might use. There’d also been the slight hope that the thirty-six year old would request to see Jemma out of paternal feelings. Studying James’ expression, Hotch was unsure which was the reason for his demand.

“Jemma’s not coming to visit you in prison.” William Reid replied before Hotch could, his eyes searching James’. His professional lawyer face slipped, changing swiftly to a protective father and grandfather one. “I won’t allow it. Elsie wouldn’t either.”

“…Jemma’s too young for normal visitation, James.” Hotch concurred, his thoughts concerned by how being brought to the prison to visit her father would affect Jemma.

“Then arrange a visit outside of here. At the FBI headquarters, keep me chained or whatever.” James said, his jaw tightening as he noted Hotch already shaking his head. “I want to see her. I’m her father. I deserve to…”

“Perhaps you should’ve thought of that before you attacked those women. Or before you gave up your right to a trial and pled guilty on all accounts while refusing any plea deal or parole just to hurt your father.” Hotch replied, the coldness of his words coming from a mix of anger at what James had done and at how James kept trying to hurt Rossi. As well as a need to not accept the geniunity of James’ demand blindly just because he wanted it to be so.

“I didn…” James scowled, tensing. “I thought she was dead. If I had any idea Jemma was alive, I…”

Hotch cocked an eyebrow, pausing long enough to study James’ expression. He wanted to believe what he read in the younger man’s body language. In his tone of voice. He glanced toward William Reid. One glance at the man’s face and it was obvious he was reluctant to allow James any benefit of the doubt. Though he did note an empathetic grimace in the lawyer’s expression when James mentioned thinking Jemma was dead.

It was, Hotch realized with a jolt, the one thing that William Reid and James Rossi had in common. Both fathers had at one point been convinced their daughters were dead.

“No.” William shook his head, not even making an attempt to pretend to advocate for James. He didn’t care if he angered the younger man or ruined the FBI’s chance for questioning James. His granddaughter was not going to be brought to the prison to visit her father. Nor was he willing to allow James to visit Jemma off prison grounds. It didn’t matter how much their circumstances were alike. It didn’t matter that James had thought Jemma was dead, like William had with Alsie.

He understood the anger, the helplessness James may have felt, but that did not excuse the younger man’s actions. Nothing could condone the rapes and mutilations James was responsible for, nothing could excuse any man - especially one who was a father to a daughter - for raping women.

And as he considered the possibility that James may have attempted the same with Alsie, William couldn’t help feeling particularly unsympathetic. Whether James raped Alsie directly or maybe had taken advantage of his daughter’s illness to do as he wished, William couldn’t help his anger. He felt it, despite that Alsie seemed to still trust James, to care about the man enough that she asked William to show him Jemma’s photograph.

-“Please…could you show James…”-

Alsie’s request echoed suddenly in William’s thoughts, reminding him not only why he’d visited earlier but also what his daughter had given him. After James’ unexpected answers had flustered him, he’d forgotten about the photo.

“I deserve to see my…” James repeated, scowling. His chestnut eyes glaring at one man then the other.

“Here.” William said, unconsciously deciding on a compromise by holding out Jemma’s photo for the younger man to take. More to keep his promise to his daughter, than actually caring what James’ felt. “Elsie asked that I show you that. I forgot to earlier.”

James took the photo, his hand shaking as he did so. He stared at the three-year-old’s smile. It was wide and exuberant. Innocent. He lingered on the smile, not noticing the look Hotch flashed William, nor the curiosity in either man’s face as he held the photograph.

“James…?”

“…She has my eyes.” James mumbled. “Her hair too…the same shade as mine. She’s…” He took in a breath and handed the photo back. The word innocent repeating in his thoughts. Jemma…his daughter was so innocent, pure. Young. While he…and so many in the prison were not. “You’re right, she shouldn’t visit me in here. Who knows how many of these bastards in here would get off on…” James growled, his eyes narrowing as he thought. It was true anger, not at all like the sneering sort he did to upset his father or the rest of the BAU. It was more piercing than even the anger he felt when he’d revealed months back why he didn’t kill his victims. “I…can I talk to Alsie instead? If I can’t meet with Jemma, I want to meet with Alsie.”

“…all right. If she’s willing, we’ll arrange it.” Hotch replied, surprised enough by the request being a request not a demand, that he agreed to it. He paused while James nodded and sat back in his seat.

“Ask what you want to ask.”

“First, I need to you to tell me the names of all your victims prior to those in western New York.” Hotch said, noting James’ pause and how the younger man’s eyes grew suddenly wary. An action that suggested to Hotch that, though James had previously nearly reveled in being convicted just to spite his father, he was reluctant to risk being charged further.

“I…” James threw a quick glance at William, but averted it just as quick.

“There’s a man hunting down your previous victims, torturing and assaulting them before murdering them.” Hotch continued, not missing the glance though it seemed William had. “We need all of your victims’ names.”

“Aside from those in New York?” James mumbled and rubbed his lip, thinking. “There are only three…”

“Only three? James…”

“…That were still alive last I knew.” James amended, further mumbling that he hadn’t checked in on any of them for around thirteen years.

“…Did you kill them?” William asked before Hotch could, scowling at James.

“No…not deliberately. One…bled out. The other developed an infection.” The thirty-six year old stared at his hands as he spoke, his brain mulling over something silently even as he answered. He unconsciously massaged his pinky. “I started using bleach after the latter one.”

“What were their names?” Hotch asked, his stomach tensed. Though there always been lingering in the back of his thoughts, the possibility that James had had more victims than they’d found, hearing the younger man confirm it disturbed him. More due to how nonchalantly James spoke of the victims after mentioning they died.

“…the one who bled out, I don’t know. I believe she was a prostitute, I didn’t bother asking her name.” James mumbled, further mentioning the name of the city he’d been in at that time. Hotch pulled slightly back at the city name, his eyes staring at James.

“…Somerfield owned property in that area. On the outskirts of the city.” Hotch revealed slowly, curious. James only response was to dryly say ‘yeah.’ “James…”

“The other one was Tanya. She was a tutor Somerfield hired to teach the younger children at the institute. Hm…” James paused, and rubbed his pinky. “The others were…Amanda Richardson, Tiffany Dixon, and um, Sarah um…never quite got that one’s last name. Her accent was difficult to understand.”

Hotch listened quietly as James gave the names of his other victims, confirming the identities of the three victims the BAU had already suspected of being James’. “Are those all your victims?”

“Aside from those in New York? Yeah.” James’ chestnut eyes shifted from Hotch’s face, and darted briefly at William before returning to staring at his hands.

“You’re sure? These women were the only ones you attacked? There weren’t any others…? Ones you wanted to attack, that perhaps you attempted to assault but…didn’t go through with it?”

James glowered at Hotch, but said nothing.

A brief silence filled the room as the unit chief observed James and analyzed his micro-expressions. Understanding came to Hotch as he realized what James’ glances and fidgeting had actually meant. The thirty-three year old wasn’t worried about being charged further, but about William Reid’s presence. Especially as Hotch kept questioning about James’ victims. His concern focused on the younger man’s potential victims.

'Alsie…’ Hotch let the unspoken admittance sink in. It hadn’t been the petite brunette that he’d had in mind when he prompted James. He had simply been seeking a possible connection between James and Olivia Sutters, the one victim of their copycat unsub that wasn’t previously James’ victim.

William Reid, finally catching James’ glances towards him and connecting them to the way Hotch kept asking the younger man divulge his victims’ names, stiffened in anger. His eyes narrowed, his brain coming to the same conclusion Hotch’s had. Alsie may not have met the same fate as James’ other victims, but the thirty-six year old had sought her out to be a victim.

“You…you…” William growled, nearly ready to lunge at James before Hotch stopped him.

“Mr. Reid…” Hotch spoke, his tone warning enough. He was about to tell the other man to leave the room before he remembered William was, as far as the prison was concerned, James’ lawyer. If William was kicked out by him it would clearly alert the prison staff to the lie. Though if James kicked William out, that would be a different story.

Hotch opened his mouth to continue his questioning where he left off, but then closed it. A question whirled in his thoughts, a question raised by James’ behavior, specifically how the man, though wary about William’s presence, didn’t demand the lawyer to leave. It was, since William had agreed to act as James’ lawyer, James’ right to demand. Yet…

Hotch knit his brow, confused and suspicious by the absence of James demanding William to leave. It was the sort of thing he expected of the thirty-six year old, a power-play to get under the other man’s skin.

He eyed William Reid, then shifted to James, studying both men carefully. The former was fuming and leering at the latter, who simply refused to respond. It wasn’t that James was just simply not saying things that could agitate William, but rather almost as though James was deliberately trying to avoid it. Seeing the thirty-six year old making an effort not to anger someone was strange. Enough that Hotch made a note to talk to William alone later, demanding to know what the two had talked about before Hotch arrived.

“You…you hurt her? After all that you blathered about earlier, you actually did…” William seethed, glaring at James.

“No.” James tensed, his eyes narrowing. His own anger bubbling in response to the lawyer’s. “No. I didn’t.”

“James, if you lie you won’t get to talk to Alsie. Nor see Jemma.” Hotch elucidated, in an effort to curtail the desire to attack the younger man he read in William’s face.

“I…I’m telling the truth. I did not hurt Alsie.” James growled, pausing a moment. “Yes, all right. I intended to. I saw her outside a bar and approached her intending to…” He took in a deep, angry breath. “But…you want to know what happened? Truthfully?”

“Yes, James.” Hotch replied, keeping his face stoic. While William clenched his jaw and fist, readying himself to lunge at the younger man.

“Alsie drugged me. Well, Emmie did. Drugged and tied me up. Given, it was in self-defense. But I didn’t hurt her. She…” James scowled, lips puckered in rage. “Now, aside from her breaking my finger at the time, I didn’t mind at all what she…what Ana did while I was bound. It actually intrigued me. Such a petite thing and she could fight back. Pretty smartly too. Fearless even. That never happened before. I was intrigued.” James made a shrugging gesture with his hands. “I found I liked being intrigued, grew fond of her even. Especially after discovering our childhoods were similar. Both of us raised and victimized by pedophiles, both abandoned mid-childhood by our 'families.’ And, now, apparently…” He gave a derisive breathy laugh, glancing at William. “So I’m told, we both are victims of Connell-Somerfield’s scheme. I honestly thought that was too much similarity - both of us raised by the wrong family? Hah. I even told her as much when she confided that she thought she was a changeling or whatever. That she was raised by the wrong family and that she thought she met her real brother. I told her that was just too - too wishful. Bizarre. It…” James took a breath, missing the shift in both of the older men’s expressions. “It was unlikely. Impossible.”

Hotch’s shift was barely noticeable, but William’s was clear. His anger shifted to surprise, then back to anger, and then to reluctant realization. Surprised by the revelation, he had almost snapped at James, ready to blame him for Alsie not revealing her suspicions to Spencer when they met as adults. However, James was right that both of them being switched, on top of what else they had in common, was improbable. It was reasonable to have doubted Alsie��s suspicion.

“James…”

“…look, I’ll go into detail if you like. Divulge everything. But I never hurt Alsie. I may have wanted to at first, but…I grew intrigued - fond even - of her.”

“James, according to reports, Ana was the one conscious when…”

James made a dismissive hand gesture. “Like I mentioned to Wil…Mr. Reid here before you came.” He paused briefly, William’s name intriguing him. He shrugged it off though. “I simply lied back and let Ana do whatever she wanted. Whenever she wanted. I…”

“That’s…I don’t want to…hear any more…” William muttered, shaking his head. Not sure if he should believe James or not. His eyes flitted towards Hotch, hoping to see something in his expression to tell him what to believe.

“…I didn’t hurt Alsie. Even if I hadn’t grown fond of her. If I tried to, do anything, Emmie would’ve broken every bone in my body. Leigh would’ve been even worse. Probably would’ve castrated me, at least.”

“James, that’s all right.” Hotch interrupted after silently glancing at William, reading the man’s discomfort in his face and body language.

#criminal minds #fanfiction #aaron hotchner #william reid #james rossi #OC #and carried me away #spencer reid #david rossi #case fic #crime drama

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Afternoon MAGAthread: YOUR WEEKLY PRESIDENTIAL RECAP!

HAPPPPPPY SATURDAY PATRIOTS!

u/Ivaginaryfriend here with your weekly recap of all things spicy! For those that missed any past recaps you can check those out here!

Sunday, February 17th:

🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:

Important meetings and calls on China Trade Deal, and more, today with my staff. Big progress being made on soooo many different fronts! Our Country has such fantastic potential for future growth and greatness on an even higher level!

Democrats in the Senate are still slow walking hundreds of highly qualified people wanting to come into government. Never been such an abuse in our country’s history. Mitch should not let Senate go home until all are approved. We need our Ambassadors and all others NOW!

52% Approval Rating, 93% in Republican Party ( a record )! Pretty amazing considering that 93% (also) of my press is REALLY BAD. The “people” are SMART!

Nothing funny about tired Saturday Night Live on Fake News NBC! Question is, how do the Networks get away with these total Republican hit jobs without retribution? Likewise for many other shows? Very unfair and should be looked into. This is the real Collusion!

THE RIGGED AND CORRUPT MEDIA IS THE ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE!

(Tweeting The White House)

“These guys, the investigators, ought to be in jail. What they have done, working with the Obama intelligence agencies, is simply unprecedented. This is one of the greatest political hoaxes ever perpetrated on the people of this Country, and Mueller is a coverup.” Rush Limbaugh

The Mueller investigation is totally conflicted, illegal and rigged! Should never have been allowed to begin, except for the Collusion and many crimes committed by the Democrats. Witch Hunt!

Disgraced FBI Acting Director Andrew McCabe pretends to be a “poor little Angel” when in fact he was a big part of the Crooked Hillary Scandal & the Russia Hoax - a puppet for Leakin’ James Comey. I.G. report on McCabe was devastating. Part of “insurance policy” in case I won.... ... ....Many of the top FBI brass were fired, forced to leave, or left. McCabe’s wife received BIG DOLLARS from Clinton people for her campaign - he gave Hillary a pass. McCabe is a disgrace to the FBI and a disgrace to our Country. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

William Barr is arriving at a Justice Department that desperately needs an infusion of credibility, writes @KimStrassel https://www.wsj.com/articles/bill-barrs-hot-mess-11550188935 … via @WSJ

SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:

Actual hate crime

SNL went to the dark side last night!

Bahaha, Ted Cruz just drop-kicked CNN’s tweet back across the border 💯🔥

Someone at the Air Force Academy wrote, "go home n*****," on a dorm wall in 2017. This made national news. The school president gave a speech condemning it and racism at the school. The video went viral. Turned out the student that wrote it was the same black student that reported it.

🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:

so many people of color have fallen for the democrats lies.

Hold my bleach!!!

You are fake noose

This is what happens when you let the kids sit at the grown-ups' table

How do people not see this???

Monday, February 18th:

TODAY'S ACTION:

President Trump Delivers Remarks to the Venezuelan American Community

🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:

“After two years and interviewing more than two hundred witnesses, the Senate Intelligence Committee has NOT discovered any direct evidence of a conspiracy between the Trump Campaign and Russia.” Ken Dilanian @NBCNews

Wow, so many lies by now disgraced acting FBI Director Andrew McCabe. He was fired for lying, and now his story gets even more deranged. He and Rod Rosenstein, who was hired by Jeff Sessions (another beauty), look like they were planning a very illegal act, and got caught..... ... ....There is a lot of explaining to do to the millions of people who had just elected a president who they really like and who has done a great job for them with the Military, Vets, Economy and so much more. This was the illegal and treasonous “insurance policy” in full action!

Great analysis by @foxandfriends!

“This was an illegal coup attempt on the President of the United States.” Dan Bongino on @foxandfriends True!

Hope you are enjoying your President’s Day, our Country is making unprecedented progress!

(Retweeting FLOTUS) A beautiful ceremony at @Nicklaus4kids hospital today to celebrate their new changes! I hope the garden nurtures & heals all the young patients who visit. Thank you to the generous donors & to @Nicklaus4kids for all the important work you are doing. #BeBest

We are here to proclaim that a new day is coming in Latin America. In Venezuela and across the Western Hemisphere, Socialism is DYING - and liberty, prosperity, and democracy are being REBORN...

The people of Venezuela are standing for FREEDOM and DEMOCRACY – and the United States of America is standing right by their side!

I ask every member of the Maduro regime: End this nightmare of poverty, hunger and death. LET YOUR PEOPLE GO. Set your country free! Now is the time for all Venezuelan Patriots to act together, as one united people. Nothing could be better for the future of Venezuela!

Today more than 50 countries around the world now recognize the rightful government of Venezuela. The Venezuelan people have spoken and the world has heard their voice. They are turning the page on Socialism and Dictatorship; and there will be NO GOING BACK!

“The biggest abuse of power and corruption scandal in our history, and it’s much worse than we thought. Andrew McCabe (FBI) admitted to plotting a coup (government overthrow) when he was serving in the FBI, before he was fired for lying & leaking.” @seanhannity @FoxNews Treason!

Amazing!

Thank you JT!

Thank you Andrew - We all miss beautiful Meadow!

(Retweeting real_defender) Our country is making unprecedented progress thanks to the fact that we finally have a president who is keeping his promises and putting America first.

Remember this, Andrew McCabe didn’t go to the bathroom without the approval of Leakin’ James Comey!

SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:

Hahaha!!! John Oliver BTFO with an NPC billboard similar to the Bill Maher one!!!

Easiest way to diagnose TDS; wear a hat.

Sen. Kamala Harris (D-CA) on her tweet saying the Jussie Smollett case was an “attempted modern-day lynching”: “Which tweet? What tweet? … [laughs] Um, ah, ah, uh, okay, so I will say this about that case, I think the facts are still unfolding and um, I’m very, um, concerned”

As His HATE HOAX Unravels, Jussie Smollett Refuses To Meet Chicago Police, Hires Crisis Management Firm...Never Forget: This Race-Baiting, Self-Loathing POS Was Apparently Going To ACCUSE TWO INNOCENT PEOPLE OF HIS CRIME! LOCK HIM UP!

🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:

Just about sums it up

Socialism (Communism) is Evil

Happy Presidents Day pedes!

The Boy Who Cried "TRUMP!"

Happy Presidents Day!

Tuesday, February 19th:

TODAY'S ACTION:

Text of Space Policy Directive-4: Establishment of the United States Space Force

President Donald J. Trump Announces Intent to Nominate Individual to a Key Administration Post

President Trump: “Socialism Is Dying, and Liberty, Prosperity, and Democracy Are Being Reborn."

Vice President Pence and Mrs. Pence Visit Auschwitz and Birkenau

V.P. Pence in Poland and Germany: "We will deal with the world as it is, not as we wish it to be."

President Trump Participates in a Signing Ceremony for Space Policy Directive 4

President Trump and the First Lady Welcome the President and First Lady of Colombia

🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:

“....(The Witch Hunt) in time likely will become recognized as the greatest scandal in American political history, marking the first occasion in which the U.S. government bureaucrats sought to overturn an election (presidential)!” Victor Davis Hanson And got caught! @FoxNews

Had the opposition party (no, not the Media) won the election, the Stock Market would be down at least 10,000 points by now. We are heading up, up, up!

As I predicted, 16 states, led mostly by Open Border Democrats and the Radical Left, have filed a lawsuit in, of course, the 9th Circuit! California, the state that has wasted billions of dollars on their out of control Fast Train, with no hope of completion, seems in charge!

The failed Fast Train project in California, where the cost overruns are becoming world record setting, is hundreds of times more expensive than the desperately needed Wall!

The Washington Post is a Fact Checker only for the Democrats. For the Republicans, and for your all time favorite President, it is a Fake Fact Checker!

I never said anything bad about Andrew McCabe’s wife other than she (they) should not have taken large amounts of campaign money from a Crooked Hillary source when Clinton was under investigation by the FBI. I never called his wife a loser to him (another McCabe made up lie)!

(Video)

SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:

COVINGTON STUDENT SUES WASHINGTON POST FOR 250M

Team Trump statement on crazy Bernie

Here we go again - Vermont Sen. Bernie Sanders enters crowded 2020 presidential race

The Trump administration is launching a global campaign to end the criminalization of homosexuality in dozens of nations where it's still illegal to be gay

Democrats Hate ICE So Much, They're Protecting Illegals Caught Trying To Buy Guns

🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:

MFW I get to reuse all my Bernie memes from 2016

Trump Supporters in 2019

IT BEGINS dems going to eat each other alive in 2020

Bernie announces he is running for President ONE DAY after President Trump talks about how bad socialism is. HOW FITTING!

About that white privilege...

Wednesday, February 20th:

TODAY'S ACTION:

President Trump Meets with the Federal Chancellor of the Republic of Austria

🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:

(Retweeting Geraldo Rivera) This is crazy scary. A cabal of unelected bureaucrats-angered & upset that @realDonaldTrump fired their boss-whispered about overthrowing him. Has this ever happened? Why isn’t the mainstream seeing this for what it is. This is malignant arrogance from a man fired for lying.

“Andrew McCabe gave absolutely no evidence of any threat to substantiate his ABSURD claim.” @LouDobbs

Crazy Bernie has just entered the race. I wish him well!

The Press has never been more dishonest than it is today. Stories are written that have absolutely no basis in fact. The writers don’t even call asking for verification. They are totally out of control. Sadly, I kept many of them in business. In six years, they all go BUST!

“The Washington Post ignored basic journalistic standards because it wanted to advance its well-known and easily documented biased agenda against President Donald J. Trump.” Covington student suing WAPO. Go get them Nick. Fake News!

“If thinking that James Comey is not a good FBI Director is tantamount to being an agent of Russia, than just list all the people that are agents of Russia - Chuck Schumer, Nancy Pelosi, Rod Rosenstein who wrote the memo to get rid of Comey, the Inspector General....” Trey Gowdy

The New York Times reporting is false. They are a true ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE!

California now wants to scale back their already failed “fast train” project by substantially shortening the distance so that it no longer goes from L.A. to San Francisco. A different deal and record cost overruns. Send the Federal Government back the Billions of Dollars WASTED!

We have just built this powerful Wall in New Mexico. Completed on January 30, 2019 – 47 days ahead of schedule! Many miles more now under construction! #FinishTheWall

I have instructed Secretary of State Mike Pompeo, and he fully agrees, not to allow Hoda Muthana back into the Country!

SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:

Jussie Smollett has been indicted by a grand jury

CNN claims that "Trump doesn't have a sense of humor." very fucking ironic considering this is the same network that got so butthurt over a meme that they doxxed the creator.

BREAKING: Alabama woman who joined ISIS will not be allowed to return to US - Pompeo

FITTON: MASSIVE Voter Fraud: How many aliens illegally voting is too many? 30,000? 10,000? 1,000? 100? Even one may be too many if it is YOUR vote canceled out by an alien illegally voting! Voter id and citizenship verification needed to secure our elections...

Attorney general may announce completion of Mueller investigation next week

🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:

Perfect

Beat way to picture it

When fake news backfires (Washington Post BTFO)

US/India relations have never been better... Thanks to Malhari Trump!

HOLDUP Muthana

Thursday, February 21st:

TODAY'S ACTION:

President Donald J. Trump Appoints Individuals to Key Administration Posts

President Trump Participates in a Reception for National African American History Month

🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:

I want 5G, and even 6G, technology in the United States as soon as possible. It is far more powerful, faster, and smarter than the current standard. American companies must step up their efforts, or get left behind. There is no reason that we should be lagging behind on......... ... ....something that is so obviously the future. I want the United States to win through competition, not by blocking out currently more advanced technologies. We must always be the leader in everything we do, especially when it comes to the very exciting world of technology!

THE WALL IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION RIGHT NOW!

.@JussieSmollett - what about MAGA and the tens of millions of people you insulted with your racist and dangerous comments!? #MAGA

Senator John Cornyn has done an outstanding job for the people of Texas. He is strong on Crime, the Border, the Second Amendment and loves our Military and Vets. John has my complete and total endorsement. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

We are here to honor the extraordinary contributions of African-Americans to every aspect of American Life, History and Culture. From the earliest days of this Nation, African-American Leaders, Pioneers, & Visionaries have uplifted & inspired our Country...

(Retweeting FLOTUS) Wonderful evening at @WhiteHouse celebrating #AfricanAmericanHistoryMonth!

SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:

The 404 page on Trump’s website leads to this. LOL

The rest of Reddit hides things that go against the narrative. That's why they have to hide The_Donald from /all. Ridiculous!

There goes her campaign.

More Leftist Violence - Caught on Video - University of California Police Seek Public's Help Identifying Attacker who Assaulted Conservative at UC-Berkeley Campus During Recruitment Drive

Unfrigging Real. Back on the set of Empire after arrest.

🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:

Washington Post needs to think of a better strategy.

5/7 doctors agree that The_Donald is better than antidepressants (aka fake news). Ask your pede if Covefe is right for you.

Aged like cheap red hair dye

Make Communist An Insult Again.

Friday, February 22nd:

TODAY'S ACTION:

President Trump Meets with the Vice Premier of the People's Republic of China

🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:

Highly respected Senator Richard Burr, head of Senate Intelligence, said, after interviewing over 200 witnesses and studying over 2 million pages of documents, “WE HAVE FOUND NO COLLUSION BETWEEN THE TRUMP CAMPAIGN AND RUSSIA.” The Witch Hunt, so bad for our Country, must end!

Fake News is so bad for our Country!

A must read by @KimStrassel!

(Retweeting Secretary Sonny)BREAKING: In Oval Office meeting today, the Chinese committed to buy an additional 10 million metric tons of U.S. soybeans. Hats off to @POTUS for bringing China to the table. Strategy is working. Show of good faith by the Chinese. Also indications of more good news to come.

I am pleased to announce that Kelly Knight Craft, our current Ambassador to Canada, is being nominated to be United States Ambassador to the United Nations.... ... ....Kelly has done an outstanding job representing our Nation and I have no doubt that, under her leadership, our Country will be represented at the highest level. Congratulations to Kelly and her entire family!

SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:

ISIS bride who called for the DEATH of both American veterans and patriots, falsely claims to be a U.S. citizen

President Trump to Use 'Nuclear Option' to Recover $2.5 Bn More from California's Failed High-Speed Rail Project

DON’T PICK A FIGHT WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS MORE MONEY THAN GOD, HORSEFACE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Of Course: CAIR is Defending ISIS Bride Who Called For the Murder of U.S. Troops, Innocent Americans

Justin Trudeau's Top Adviser Resigns amid Corruption Scandal. This needs more coverage in the media, don't let it die please. Canada needs a new PM

🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:

The current state of the political side of reddit.

Ralph Northam, Baby Killer, is still governor of Virginia because the blackface sideshow worked.

I was trying to take a picture with VP and I got photobombed by POTUS

Take a lap, Bern

Spot the difference? Fake AF News

Saturday, February 23rd:

🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:

Great new book: “The Case For Trump” by Victor Davis Hanson, Hoover Senior Fellow.

God Bless the people of Venezuela!

There is far more ENERGY on the Right than there is on the Left. That’s why we just won the Senate and why we will win big in 2020. The Fake News just doesn’t want to report the facts. Border Security is a big factor. The under construction Wall will stop Gangs, Drugs and Crime!

SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:

Alleged? We have the Video.

Uh oh, the mask fell off, pssst your dictatorship is showing.

5 House Democrats took $60,000 trip to South Africa for Beyonce; concert, records show

The President is going to abort 32 miles of those monstrosities known as "midget fences (vehicle barriers)" and "Vietnam War era metal landing strip sheet barriers" and replace them with a beautiful 20 to 30 feet WALL! This project will happen in Yuma, AZ.

How are those bread lines working out Bernie? Live coverage of clashes at the Columbia-Venezuela border.

🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:

Children ... kids ... it's an act. An act.

Meanwhile on the southern border.

Found on r/OffensiveMemes. I’m actually not offended at all.

Just a reminder for those keeping score on Bernie’s “support”. This man bent the knee to a DNC that had screwed him over, while his very own supporters protested outside the arena for him! Spineless!

PLEASE MR. PRESIDENT, I CAN'T TAKE ALL THIS WINNING!

Without further ado, some tunes to get you jamming through all this winning:

Steal My Sunshine

Ascension

How's It Going To Be

What I Got

Smells Like Teen Spirit

Roses

MAGA ON PATRIOTS!

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HAPPPPPPY SATURDAY PATRIOTS!u/Ivaginaryfriend here with your weekly recap of all things spicy! For those that missed any past recaps you can check those out here!Sunday, February 17th:🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:Important meetings and calls on China Trade Deal, and more, today with my staff. Big progress being made on soooo many different fronts! Our Country has such fantastic potential for future growth and greatness on an even higher level!Democrats in the Senate are still slow walking hundreds of highly qualified people wanting to come into government. Never been such an abuse in our country’s history. Mitch should not let Senate go home until all are approved. We need our Ambassadors and all others NOW!52% Approval Rating, 93% in Republican Party ( a record )! Pretty amazing considering that 93% (also) of my press is REALLY BAD. The “people” are SMART!Nothing funny about tired Saturday Night Live on Fake News NBC! Question is, how do the Networks get away with these total Republican hit jobs without retribution? Likewise for many other shows? Very unfair and should be looked into. This is the real Collusion!THE RIGGED AND CORRUPT MEDIA IS THE ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE!(Tweeting The White House)(Tweeting The White House)“These guys, the investigators, ought to be in jail. What they have done, working with the Obama intelligence agencies, is simply unprecedented. This is one of the greatest political hoaxes ever perpetrated on the people of this Country, and Mueller is a coverup.” Rush LimbaughThe Mueller investigation is totally conflicted, illegal and rigged! Should never have been allowed to begin, except for the Collusion and many crimes committed by the Democrats. Witch Hunt!Disgraced FBI Acting Director Andrew McCabe pretends to be a “poor little Angel” when in fact he was a big part of the Crooked Hillary Scandal & the Russia Hoax - a puppet for Leakin’ James Comey. I.G. report on McCabe was devastating. Part of “insurance policy” in case I won.... ... ....Many of the top FBI brass were fired, forced to leave, or left. McCabe’s wife received BIG DOLLARS from Clinton people for her campaign - he gave Hillary a pass. McCabe is a disgrace to the FBI and a disgrace to our Country. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!William Barr is arriving at a Justice Department that desperately needs an infusion of credibility, writes @KimStrassel https://on.wsj.com/2SXMxNo … via @WSJSIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:Actual hate crimeSNL went to the dark side last night!Bahaha, Ted Cruz just drop-kicked CNN’s tweet back across the border 💯🔥Someone at the Air Force Academy wrote, "go home n*****," on a dorm wall in 2017. This made national news. The school president gave a speech condemning it and racism at the school. The video went viral. Turned out the student that wrote it was the same black student that reported it.🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:so many people of color have fallen for the democrats lies.Hold my bleach!!!You are fake nooseThis is what happens when you let the kids sit at the grown-ups' tableHow do people not see this???Monday, February 18th:TODAY'S ACTION:President Trump Delivers Remarks to the Venezuelan American Community🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:“After two years and interviewing more than two hundred witnesses, the Senate Intelligence Committee has NOT discovered any direct evidence of a conspiracy between the Trump Campaign and Russia.” Ken Dilanian @NBCNewsWow, so many lies by now disgraced acting FBI Director Andrew McCabe. He was fired for lying, and now his story gets even more deranged. He and Rod Rosenstein, who was hired by Jeff Sessions (another beauty), look like they were planning a very illegal act, and got caught..... ... ....There is a lot of explaining to do to the millions of people who had just elected a president who they really like and who has done a great job for them with the Military, Vets, Economy and so much more. This was the illegal and treasonous “insurance policy” in full action!Great analysis by @foxandfriends!“This was an illegal coup attempt on the President of the United States.” Dan Bongino on @foxandfriends True!Hope you are enjoying your President’s Day, our Country is making unprecedented progress!(Retweeting FLOTUS) A beautiful ceremony at @Nicklaus4kids hospital today to celebrate their new changes! I hope the garden nurtures & heals all the young patients who visit. Thank you to the generous donors & to @Nicklaus4kids for all the important work you are doing. #BeBestWe are here to proclaim that a new day is coming in Latin America. In Venezuela and across the Western Hemisphere, Socialism is DYING - and liberty, prosperity, and democracy are being REBORN...The people of Venezuela are standing for FREEDOM and DEMOCRACY – and the United States of America is standing right by their side!I ask every member of the Maduro regime: End this nightmare of poverty, hunger and death. LET YOUR PEOPLE GO. Set your country free! Now is the time for all Venezuelan Patriots to act together, as one united people. Nothing could be better for the future of Venezuela!Today more than 50 countries around the world now recognize the rightful government of Venezuela. The Venezuelan people have spoken and the world has heard their voice. They are turning the page on Socialism and Dictatorship; and there will be NO GOING BACK!“The biggest abuse of power and corruption scandal in our history, and it’s much worse than we thought. Andrew McCabe (FBI) admitted to plotting a coup (government overthrow) when he was serving in the FBI, before he was fired for lying & leaking.” @seanhannity @FoxNews Treason!Amazing!Thank you JT!Thank you Andrew - We all miss beautiful Meadow!(Retweeting real_defender) Our country is making unprecedented progress thanks to the fact that we finally have a president who is keeping his promises and putting America first.Remember this, Andrew McCabe didn’t go to the bathroom without the approval of Leakin’ James Comey!SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:Hahaha!!! John Oliver BTFO with an NPC billboard similar to the Bill Maher one!!!Easiest way to diagnose TDS; wear a hat.Sen. Kamala Harris (D-CA) on her tweet saying the Jussie Smollett case was an “attempted modern-day lynching”: “Which tweet? What tweet? … [laughs] Um, ah, ah, uh, okay, so I will say this about that case, I think the facts are still unfolding and um, I’m very, um, concerned”As His HATE HOAX Unravels, Jussie Smollett Refuses To Meet Chicago Police, Hires Crisis Management Firm...Never Forget: This Race-Baiting, Self-Loathing POS Was Apparently Going To ACCUSE TWO INNOCENT PEOPLE OF HIS CRIME! LOCK HIM UP!🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:Just about sums it upSocialism (Communism) is EvilHappy Presidents Day pedes!The Boy Who Cried "TRUMP!"Happy Presidents Day!Tuesday, February 19th:TODAY'S ACTION:Text of Space Policy Directive-4: Establishment of the United States Space ForcePresident Donald J. Trump Announces Intent to Nominate Individual to a Key Administration PostPresident Trump: “Socialism Is Dying, and Liberty, Prosperity, and Democracy Are Being Reborn."Vice President Pence and Mrs. Pence Visit Auschwitz and BirkenauV.P. Pence in Poland and Germany: "We will deal with the world as it is, not as we wish it to be."President Trump Participates in a Signing Ceremony for Space Policy Directive 4President Trump and the First Lady Welcome the President and First Lady of Colombia🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:“....(The Witch Hunt) in time likely will become recognized as the greatest scandal in American political history, marking the first occasion in which the U.S. government bureaucrats sought to overturn an election (presidential)!” Victor Davis Hanson And got caught! @FoxNewsHad the opposition party (no, not the Media) won the election, the Stock Market would be down at least 10,000 points by now. We are heading up, up, up!As I predicted, 16 states, led mostly by Open Border Democrats and the Radical Left, have filed a lawsuit in, of course, the 9th Circuit! California, the state that has wasted billions of dollars on their out of control Fast Train, with no hope of completion, seems in charge!The failed Fast Train project in California, where the cost overruns are becoming world record setting, is hundreds of times more expensive than the desperately needed Wall!The Washington Post is a Fact Checker only for the Democrats. For the Republicans, and for your all time favorite President, it is a Fake Fact Checker!I never said anything bad about Andrew McCabe’s wife other than she (they) should not have taken large amounts of campaign money from a Crooked Hillary source when Clinton was under investigation by the FBI. I never called his wife a loser to him (another McCabe made up lie)!(Video)SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:COVINGTON STUDENT SUES WASHINGTON POST FOR 250MTeam Trump statement on crazy BernieHere we go again - Vermont Sen. Bernie Sanders enters crowded 2020 presidential raceThe Trump administration is launching a global campaign to end the criminalization of homosexuality in dozens of nations where it's still illegal to be gayDemocrats Hate ICE So Much, They're Protecting Illegals Caught Trying To Buy Guns🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:MFW I get to reuse all my Bernie memes from 2016Trump Supporters in 2019IT BEGINS dems going to eat each other alive in 2020Bernie announces he is running for President ONE DAY after President Trump talks about how bad socialism is. HOW FITTING!About that white privilege...Wednesday, February 20th:TODAY'S ACTION:President Trump Meets with the Federal Chancellor of the Republic of Austria🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:(Retweeting Geraldo Rivera) This is crazy scary. A cabal of unelected bureaucrats-angered & upset that @realDonaldTrump fired their boss-whispered about overthrowing him. Has this ever happened? Why isn’t the mainstream seeing this for what it is. This is malignant arrogance from a man fired for lying.“Andrew McCabe gave absolutely no evidence of any threat to substantiate his ABSURD claim.” @LouDobbsCrazy Bernie has just entered the race. I wish him well!The Press has never been more dishonest than it is today. Stories are written that have absolutely no basis in fact. The writers don’t even call asking for verification. They are totally out of control. Sadly, I kept many of them in business. In six years, they all go BUST!“The Washington Post ignored basic journalistic standards because it wanted to advance its well-known and easily documented biased agenda against President Donald J. Trump.” Covington student suing WAPO. Go get them Nick. Fake News!“If thinking that James Comey is not a good FBI Director is tantamount to being an agent of Russia, than just list all the people that are agents of Russia - Chuck Schumer, Nancy Pelosi, Rod Rosenstein who wrote the memo to get rid of Comey, the Inspector General....” Trey GowdyThe New York Times reporting is false. They are a true ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE!California now wants to scale back their already failed “fast train” project by substantially shortening the distance so that it no longer goes from L.A. to San Francisco. A different deal and record cost overruns. Send the Federal Government back the Billions of Dollars WASTED!We have just built this powerful Wall in New Mexico. Completed on January 30, 2019 – 47 days ahead of schedule! Many miles more now under construction! #FinishTheWallI have instructed Secretary of State Mike Pompeo, and he fully agrees, not to allow Hoda Muthana back into the Country!SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:Jussie Smollett has been indicted by a grand juryCNN claims that "Trump doesn't have a sense of humor." very fucking ironic considering this is the same network that got so butthurt over a meme that they doxxed the creator.BREAKING: Alabama woman who joined ISIS will not be allowed to return to US - PompeoFITTON: MASSIVE Voter Fraud: How many aliens illegally voting is too many? 30,000? 10,000? 1,000? 100? Even one may be too many if it is YOUR vote canceled out by an alien illegally voting! Voter id and citizenship verification needed to secure our elections...Attorney general may announce completion of Mueller investigation next week🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:PerfectBeat way to picture itWhen fake news backfires (Washington Post BTFO)US/India relations have never been better... Thanks to Malhari Trump!HOLDUP MuthanaThursday, February 21st:TODAY'S ACTION:President Donald J. Trump Appoints Individuals to Key Administration PostsPresident Trump Participates in a Reception for National African American History Month🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:I want 5G, and even 6G, technology in the United States as soon as possible. It is far more powerful, faster, and smarter than the current standard. American companies must step up their efforts, or get left behind. There is no reason that we should be lagging behind on......... ... ....something that is so obviously the future. I want the United States to win through competition, not by blocking out currently more advanced technologies. We must always be the leader in everything we do, especially when it comes to the very exciting world of technology!THE WALL IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION RIGHT NOW!.@JussieSmollett - what about MAGA and the tens of millions of people you insulted with your racist and dangerous comments!? #MAGASenator John Cornyn has done an outstanding job for the people of Texas. He is strong on Crime, the Border, the Second Amendment and loves our Military and Vets. John has my complete and total endorsement. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!We are here to honor the extraordinary contributions of African-Americans to every aspect of American Life, History and Culture. From the earliest days of this Nation, African-American Leaders, Pioneers, & Visionaries have uplifted & inspired our Country...(Retweeting FLOTUS) Wonderful evening at @WhiteHouse celebrating #AfricanAmericanHistoryMonth!SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:The 404 page on Trump’s website leads to this. LOLThe rest of Reddit hides things that go against the narrative. That's why they have to hide The_Donald from /all. Ridiculous!There goes her campaign.More Leftist Violence - Caught on Video - University of California Police Seek Public's Help Identifying Attacker who Assaulted Conservative at UC-Berkeley Campus During Recruitment DriveUnfrigging Real. Back on the set of Empire after arrest.🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:Washington Post needs to think of a better strategy.5/7 doctors agree that The_Donald is better than antidepressants (aka fake news). Ask your pede if Covefe is right for you.Aged like cheap red hair dyeMake Communist An Insult Again.Friday, February 22nd:TODAY'S ACTION:President Trump Meets with the Vice Premier of the People's Republic of China🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:Highly respected Senator Richard Burr, head of Senate Intelligence, said, after interviewing over 200 witnesses and studying over 2 million pages of documents, “WE HAVE FOUND NO COLLUSION BETWEEN THE TRUMP CAMPAIGN AND RUSSIA.” The Witch Hunt, so bad for our Country, must end!Fake News is so bad for our Country!A must read by @KimStrassel!(Retweeting Secretary Sonny)BREAKING: In Oval Office meeting today, the Chinese committed to buy an additional 10 million metric tons of U.S. soybeans. Hats off to @POTUS for bringing China to the table. Strategy is working. Show of good faith by the Chinese. Also indications of more good news to come.I am pleased to announce that Kelly Knight Craft, our current Ambassador to Canada, is being nominated to be United States Ambassador to the United Nations.... ... ....Kelly has done an outstanding job representing our Nation and I have no doubt that, under her leadership, our Country will be represented at the highest level. Congratulations to Kelly and her entire family!SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:ISIS bride who called for the DEATH of both American veterans and patriots, falsely claims to be a U.S. citizenPresident Trump to Use 'Nuclear Option' to Recover $2.5 Bn More from California's Failed High-Speed Rail ProjectDON’T PICK A FIGHT WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS MORE MONEY THAN GOD, HORSEFACE 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣Of Course: CAIR is Defending ISIS Bride Who Called For the Murder of U.S. Troops, Innocent AmericansJustin Trudeau's Top Adviser Resigns amid Corruption Scandal. This needs more coverage in the media, don't let it die please. Canada needs a new PM🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:The current state of the political side of reddit.Ralph Northam, Baby Killer, is still governor of Virginia because the blackface sideshow worked.I was trying to take a picture with VP and I got photobombed by POTUSTake a lap, BernSpot the difference? Fake AF NewsSaturday, February 23rd:🔥🔥TRUMP TWEETS🔥🔥:Great new book: “The Case For Trump” by Victor Davis Hanson, Hoover Senior Fellow.God Bless the people of Venezuela!There is far more ENERGY on the Right than there is on the Left. That’s why we just won the Senate and why we will win big in 2020. The Fake News just doesn’t want to report the facts. Border Security is a big factor. The under construction Wall will stop Gangs, Drugs and Crime!SIGNIFICANT TWEETS AND NEWS:Alleged? We have the Video.Uh oh, the mask fell off, pssst your dictatorship is showing.5 House Democrats took $60,000 trip to South Africa for Beyonce; concert, records showThe President is going to abort 32 miles of those monstrosities known as "midget fences (vehicle barriers)" and "Vietnam War era metal landing strip sheet barriers" and replace them with a beautiful 20 to 30 feet WALL! This project will happen in Yuma, AZ.How are those bread lines working out Bernie? Live coverage of clashes at the Columbia-Venezuela border.🐸 TOP SPICE OF THE DAY 🐸:Children ... kids ... it's an act. An act.Meanwhile on the southern border.Found on r/OffensiveMemes. I’m actually not offended at all.Just a reminder for those keeping score on Bernie’s “support”. This man bent the knee to a DNC that had screwed him over, while his very own supporters protested outside the arena for him! Spineless!PLEASE MR. PRESIDENT, I CAN'T TAKE ALL THIS WINNING!Without further ado, some tunes to get you jamming through all this winning:Steal My SunshineAscensionHow's It Going To BeWhat I GotSmells Like Teen SpiritRosesMAGA ON PATRIOTS! #robgray

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King of Love (Oneshot)

Pairing: Jin x (Female) Reader

Genre: Time Travel, Non-idol au, Fluff, Smut, Slight Angst, Oneshot

Warnings: Sir kink, creampie, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob, Dom! Seokjin, Sub! Reader

Words: 3k+

A/N: Happy Jin day!!!

“You’re a star, Seokjin. A real star.” The happy couple walks out, hand in hand.

“I take it the ring is a good sign?” Jin smirks at the blushing blond.

“Yeah. Yoongi’s treating me real well.” He replies under his breath.

“Promise rings this early? Wow, you must really like each other.” Jin stamps his paper, and he pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

“Seriously, thanks a lot, Jin hyung.” The man locks eyes with him, just as his boyfriend walks in through the door.

“Yoongi,” He smiles at the older man, as he walks in through the door.

“Seokjin. I see that you’ve certainly taken your work to another level,” Yoongi kicks aside a file from a previous client aside. “Perhaps this is too much, why don’t you take a break and try finding someone for yourself?” Jin freezes at the comment. He’d definitely thought of dating way back before he even became a matchmaker, but nothing worked out for him. All of the girls he approached just ran away claiming he was too “narcissistic” and “self absorbed.” He loves himself, but every single girl he meets says he’s too selfish. So what? He has a stable career, money, a house, and a snazzy new car. He doesn’t need to date to be happy. But he has to admit, seeing his friends in love and holding hands and stealing kisses is kinda cute. Just a little bit. But nothing Jin wanted for himself-he just wanted to see people in love with his efforts, of course. Whether it’s a man or woman, a man and another man, or two women, Jin tries to keep everything fair and equal within his office. That’s why he has such high ratings. He has even been scouted by tv show producers to film a reality show about him, but he wanted to keep his business low on the radar, since some of what he was doing was illegal. He helped people run away before, and start lives anew. He’s even helped a couple prisoners escape, but that was only because he knew they were innocent. Seokjin is a good man. And his friends wanted someone else to see that too. A special person to change his life for the better

“Let’s go have dinner. It’s getting late.” The younger man looks down at his worried boyfriend as he grabs his arms.

“He’s right, you know?” A deep voice resounds through the room.

“Taehyung? What are you doing here?” Jin looks at his younger brother as the man with wondrous grey eyes strolls into the office.

“I’m trying to convince you to get some pussy. Leave before it gets too dark. You know how there’s a curfew now.” His eyes darken as he takes a breath and grabs a folder from the desk.

“That can’t be the reason why you’re here.”

He sits back down at his desk and begins writing.

“Again, I’ll say it--you need a girlfriend.” Yoongi pushes his palm towards Jin, and Seokjin is thrusted against the wall, his head thudding against the wall as he sank deeper and deeper into the floor.

“Mr. Ford, your appointment is scheduled for Saturday, the 14th.” He overhears a receptionist speaking. That’s strange, he didn’t recall hiring a woman on staff.

“Thank you, I will see you then, Linda.” Linda? He doesn’t know anyone with that name.

“Y/N?” He sees you look up at the sound of your own name, as you quickly pick up your book before running to the desk.

“You said they do therapy here, right? Like not massages, but with a chaise, and a person to just talk to?” Jin listens in on the conversation, hiding behind a plant.

“Yes, uhhhh, let’s see, Dr. Harry is busy, and so is Patricia, let me see if-”

“I’ll take her!” Jin finds himself moving before even thinking. “Dr. Seokjin, I’m a local therapist working in...Kim Enterprises.”

“Um, do you work here?” You ask.

“Yes. I’m actually a matchmaker, but I also study human behavior.” He truthfully explains it to you.

“Lie down here. You can tell me about your troubles. Everything is confidential and safe with me.” Jin reassures you. You simply give him a smile and follow his instructions.

“Let me see...so my day started out great but then my mom called me and told me about how she’s disappointed that she had a daughter like me and she wishes she had a son instead, and then my father stole some money from me last month, that was bad. And just a couple hours ago, I found out that my best friend died in a car accident.” Jin’s eyes widen as you pour out your feelings. He’s mostly surprised with the trust you have in him, as if you already know what kind of person he is and enough about him to tell him all of these private things.

“I’m sorry. On a scale of one to ten, one being the best and ten being the worst, how do you feel right now, emotionally?” Your eyes glistening with tears as you try not to cry.

“Yep. I always carry it, it’s like my good luck charm.” He winks at you as you laugh, the direness of the moment wearing off as you speak to Jin.

“I wish I had something like that. So, didn’t you say you were a matchmaker?” You try changing the subject, now focusing more on the incredibly handsome man in front of you.

“Yes, I am. I normally help clients get the person of their desires, confess, or sometimes, even mend struggling relationships.”

“That sounds like a bunch of jobs smushed together.” You tap your chin as you fall deep in thought.

“It’s the 70’s, so they have one person do all the doctor’s work.” Seokjin gives you another charming smile.

“Haha, you might be right about the doctor’s wor--wait did you say 70’s?” You ask, making sure you weren’t tripping on acid.

“Yes. Is there something wrong, Miss?” He asks, his tongue running along his plump lips.

Meanwhile, Jin splashes water onto his face, trying to make sense of the situation. 2019. She said 2019. There’s no way that could be true unless--last night was not a dream. Yoongi actually did magic and cast a spell on him that made him come to the future. Jin was still unsure but the room he is standing in is proof enough, that he traveled in time. He now has to break it to you, tell you the reason he is actually here. You might run away like the others, but it’s his job to be honest with his clients. It may be one of the hardest things about being a matchmaker. His job is very much like a doctor’s, as he can’t promise good results 100% of the time, but he can make assumptions on the “diagnosis” and process reasons for failure.

“You aren’t from around here, are you?” Your words astonish Jin, as he walks back into the room and closes the door behind him.

“What do you know?” You fold your arms and lean back into the wall, your feet a couple inches off the ground.

“H-h-how…?” The only thing he could think of was: witchcraft. Except you whip out your phone and prove him wrong.

“A typewriter.” He gasps.

“A digital typewriter.” You gently take the phone out of his hands, laughing at his adorable demeanor as he recites the word “digital” like an incantation.

“Since you know what’s going on, I need to ask: when can I go back?” You look at him with confusion.

“What do you mean? I just figured you were cosplaying.” Your words astonish him, since he had never heard of the term.

“No! I am from 1972, and I work here, the King of Love? Ever heard of him? It’s me. I’m Kim Seokjin.” He tries explaining it but you simply wave him off.

“I don’t believe you’re from the 70’s.” You simply state, shutting him down completely.

“What can I do to make you believe me?” He asks.

“Vocab.” You snicker, knowing the man is sure to fail now.

“Look, bro, I needed a therapy sesh. Not some weird time travel shit. Now can we please--”

“Young lady, that is no way to speak!” His sudden command silences you, as you stare him down, a blush settling on your cheeks.

“Y-yes sir.” You feel strangely aroused, as Seokjin circles around you, making you feel slightly inferior to him.

“Good girl.” He smirks as your gaze falls down to his shoes, and you admire how neat it looks. Wow, it almost looks like an original pair. But you can’t get too distracted. “Maybe if you’re good for me, I’ll give you a reward?” You nod slightly as he scans your body, mentally undressing you with his eyes. He steps forward, and before you know it, his lips are on yours, pink, plush, velvety lips pressing against your skin. You’re burning up, and he’s doing this to you.

“Seokjin, please.” You whine as his fingers make their way down your jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down your slit through your panties.

“Please what?” He teases, repeating the gesture a couple times until you’re grinding against his hand, waiting for something to happen as you rutted against him lewdly.

“Please sir. Please make me cum with your fingers.” You mewl as he kisses you roughly, and his fingers rub your clit until you reach your climax. “F-fuck.” You moan, gasping as he helped you get closer.

“Cum all over my fingers, princess. Maybe then I might reward you.” The juices gush out of your hole and onto his hand as you have your climax. Jin looks at you, satisfied. You recover after kissing him for a couple minutes, and then your hands travel down to his bulge, and you can feel his erection poking you.

“May I?” You ask, under half-lidded eyes.

“You may.” He allows you to unzip his pants and pull down his boxers to reveal the hairless dick. It’s pink, coated with precum, and just as perfect as the rest of him. In your mouth, he’s even bigger than you expected, and he seems to grow. His fingers are knotted up in your hair as you deepthroat him. You start getting more adventurous as he gets closer. He thrusts into your mouth gently as you slam down on him, feeling the heat coursing through your body, blood rushing to your head as you fuck him with all your might. “I’m close.” He lets out a heavenly gasp, before cumming into your mouth. You happily drink up the cum like juice, tasting the sweet semen on your lips before sitting back onto the bed.

“You taste really good. Sir, there’s one last thing I want to do.”

“Bold of you to assume that I’ll let you take control when you please.” Seokjin’s harsh tone sends butterflies to your core, making your womanhood even more drenched than it was before.

“Take me, Sir. Take me to Hong Kong. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard.” You spit out the words, as Seokjin’s eyes narrow with lust. He’s looking at you like a predator stalks prey, and then he snaps. He rips the clothes off you, and then removes his own shirt. After becoming fully naked, he kisses you gently and makes sure you’re adjusted to his size before moving.

“You asked for this, remember slut?” You moan underneath him as he bites your nipples and sucks them tenderly, his face buried in your chest.

“Fuck, sir, I think I’m going to cum!” You moan as he increases his pace, until the two of you reach your climax.

“That was good. Now, turn around.” He doesn’t give you enough time to recover before pushing you down and turning you around so that your backside was facing him. He takes a deep breath and admires your flawless back before spreading your legs and pushing himself in. He was fucking th same hole, except it felt different this time, you were tighter, all of your muscles clenching as Seokjin fucked you from the back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck that feels so good sir!” You moan uncontrollably, Seokjin roughly kissing your neck and leaving hickies as he thrusted.

“You’re so tight for me, such a good slut for me, so good.” Jin’s moans echo yours as your skin slaps together, the wet noises growing louder as you both got increasingly close to your climax.

“Sir, I’m close, fuck!” You’re nearly weeping tears of joy as Jin pounds into you mercilessly, your pussy stretched and wet, yet still tight for Jin.

“Ah, Y/N!” He moans as he cums, and you gasp when you notice there is no condom.

“Jin, Jin, Jin!” You call his name three times as he continues thrusting into you, making you pant and moan like a bitch in heat.

“Fuck, gonna make you cum again, cum on my cock.” Jin’s words make you gasp and all you can do is moan for mercy as he gives it to you the way you like.

“Condom….no….Jin!” You moan, finally giving into your inner lust demon. He cums again, and as soon as he pulls out, cum shoots out of you onto the floor, and you know it’s not yours. It’s his. Jin’s cum. He came inside you. Twice.

“That was fun.” He kisses your cheeks and wipes your tears away. “Such a good girl for me. Now, why are you crying?”

“I’m on birth control, but the condom...what if I get pregnant?” You ask. Jin’s eyes widen in realization.

“Then I’ll stay. I’ll stay and raise a family with you.” He rests his forehead against yours as you pant heavily, trying to calm down.

“You mean it?” You ask.

“Yeah,” He smiles sadly when he sees the familiar blue glow in the hallway. “It looks like I have to leave now.” He looks at you with a frown as you grip his arm tightly.

“Please don’t go. Stay, Stay in 2019, with me.” You beg. He purses his lips, considering it. He was already falling for this girl, despite having known her for only 2 and a half hours.

“I wish I could,” He pushes your hand off him, gently. “But I can’t.” Your face falls as he leaves you, after putting his clothes back on.

┈♔◦☓◦☙◦♔◦☙◦☓◦♔┈

It had been about two weeks since Seokjin left the future, and work was as dull as ever. After his experience with you, he couldn’t stop thinking about the future. How you could’ve possibly been pregnant after he released his seed in you twice.Yoongi and Namjoon hated seeing him like this, Taehyung even tried cheering him up with pink cupcakes but the only thing he could think of was his princess.

“He’s miserable.” Namjoon sighs.

“I wish we could help him.” Taehyung frowns.

“Maybe we can…” Yoongi wiggles his fingers and lets out a giggle.

Ten minutes later, Seokjin hears a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Even the enthusiasm is gone from his voice.

“Did anyone call for a therapist?” The shock on Jin’s face when he sees you is laughable.

“Y/N!” He runs to you, pressing endless kisses to your face. “I missed you so much, princess.”

“I missed you too, Jinnie.” Your nickname for him makes him smile.

“It’s been too long.” He slowly moves down, kissing every inch of your body. He looks up at you for permission before removing your skirt. He looks at your lace panties and pervertedly licks your inner thigh.

“Ahhh, don’t judge.”

“I’m not, just admiring how beautiful you are.” He kisses your clit, removing your panties before moving his juicy lips to your womanhood. His tongue darts inside you skillfully, making you arch your back on his desk and moan as he eats you out.

“Ahhhh, Seokjin.” You close your eyes as the slurping noise resounds, bouncing off the walls and letting everyone in the building know how well Seokjin fucks you.

“Cum on my tongue baby.” He demands. Your body shudders and you let out another moan as you have an orgasm. Jin licks you until you’re clean again, and then he stands back up to kiss you.

“This time, I’ll be the one who stays.” You say, before yanking his tie off.

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CONSPICUOUSLY ABSENT FROM his party’s recent San Diego convention was the state’s top Democrat, the longest serving governor in its history, a man touted nationally as the de facto leader of the opposition to the Trump administration. Why was Jerry Brown not there for his own party’s party? Well, as the Los Angeles Times noted, at a previous convention he had “faced protests and heckling from critics who did not agree with his stance on fracking” (he doesn’t oppose it). And, if you witnessed the 2017 convention razzing of even nominal single-payer health insurance backers whose support was deemed superficial or insincere, you knew what Brown could expect if he showed up (he doesn’t support it). After all, retiring California Nurses Association executive director Rose Ann DeMoro did tell the San Francisco Chronicle that “not convincing Jerry to do single-payer” counted as “my greatest failure” — and there was a large and vocal CNA contingent at both conventions. This issue, entirely missing from California Comeback: The Genius of Jerry Brown, Narda Zacchino’s otherwise fine review of the governor’s career, does suggest that the author goes a bit too far in her subtitle — which is not to say that the long-time Los Angeles Times and San Francisco Chronicle journalist is off base in considering Brown’s career as one characterized by seriousness and intelligence beyond the political norm.

Calling California “a nation-size state famous for its progressive models” and “the key test case not only for the United States but also for the entire world,” where “observers will learn if a multicultural, democratic, and postindustrial society can remain united, functional, and progressive in the face of globalized, high-tech capitalism” (whew!), Zacchino is particularly impressed with the “radical moderate” Brown’s shepherding of 2012’s Proposition 30 tax increases, effectively closing a tax-cutting era that began with the 1978 passage of Proposition 13 during his first stint as governor.

Prop 13 reduced the state’s real estate taxes, previously soaring in tandem with its real estate values, to no more than one percent of assessed valuation. Its passage, coming at a time when California had a $4 billion surplus — equivalent to $14.6 billion in 2015 — was epochal. A counter measure allowing local governments to create a “split roll” — taxing owner-occupied residences at a lower rate than commercial properties — had also been placed on the ballot by the legislature, but the 20 percent cut it offered was too little, too late, and Prop 13 carried with a 65 percent majority, immediately reducing property tax collections by 52 percent, from $10.3 billion to $4.9 billion. Additionally, Zacchino writes, it set off “a flurry of initiatives, most of them constitutional amendments,” so that between “1978 and 2014, California’s state constitution was amended seventy-three times, compared with forty-seven amendments in the preceding sixty-five years,” making it “the third longest constitution in the world.” Although Brown, then finishing his first term as governor, had been a staunch opponent, he immediately declared that “the people have spoken” and, as Zacchino notes, “did a turnaround and embraced it with such fervor that a Los Angeles Times poll three weeks after the election revealed that a majority of people thought the governor had supported it all along.”

After a single year on the Los Angeles Community College Board, Brown — the son of Edmund “Pat” Brown, California governor from 1959 to 1967 — made the leap to statewide office as Secretary of State in 1970, where he succeeded an arguably even more remarkable father-son act — the Jordans, Frank C. and Frank M., Republicans who had held the office for all but two years since 1910. (Frank M.’s widow ran in 1970, but lost the Republican primary.) Four years later, at age 36, Brown became the youngest governor in the state’s history, winning California’s closest gubernatorial election in 50 years and replacing Ronald Reagan, the man who beat his father.

To the rest of the nation, Brown seemed echt California — a one-time Jesuit seminarian who dated pop star Linda Ronstadt and took a post-campaign vacation at the Tassajara Hot Springs Zen retreat house (although Zacchino notes that “ironically, he has never been a politician to mix God and politics in his speeches or persona”). He eschewed the Reagan-era armored Cadillac and the privately funded governor’s mansion constructed at the behest of outgoing First Lady Nancy, preferring his own Plymouth and a “modest $250-a-month, sixth-floor apartment furnished with a few things from the governor’s mansion and other state apartments” — bedsheets and towels that Zacchino reports were “provided by the state’s psychiatric hospital in Napa.” He canceled his inaugural ball and spoke about the right of farmworkers to unionize in his inaugural address. He floated the idea of the state launching its own communications satellite and hired an ex-astronaut as a space advisor. He ran for president in 1980 (his second try) on the slogan “Protect the Earth, serve the people, and explore the universe.” Although Zacchino describes his resulting nickname, Governor Moonbeam, as “a moniker he still disdains,” when the Trump administration recently threatened to discontinue collecting climate change-related data, Brown reminded scientists: “I didn’t get that moniker for nothing. […] [I]f Trump turns off the satellites, California will launch its own damn satellite. […] We’re going to collect that data.”

Brown lost a US Senate race in 1982 and would not hold office again until becoming mayor of Oakland 16 years later. He did, however, run for president again in 1992, accepting only individual donations of $100 or less, a stance fueled by his distaste for the corporate fundraising he’d done during a stint as chair of the state’s Democratic Party. During the race, Zacchino tells us, he “developed a dislike for the Clintons — or certainly their brand of ‘Democrat’ as part of the Democratic Leadership Council,” a group that included “among its membership tobacco lobbyists, who are in the business of killing people.” Over the years, his career has exhibited something of an inverse relationship between power and radicalism. In the years when he hosted guests like Noam Chomsky on his We the People radio show, he sometimes appeared to be flirting with socialism. He got over that, though, as soon as he returned to elective office.

One of the book’s stories most worthy of wider recollection comes in a chapter contrasting the economic development strategies of California and Texas and actually doesn’t involve Brown at all. Gray Davis, Brown’s one-time chief of staff, occupied the governor’s office during the passage of the state’s 1996 energy deregulation law, which the Center for Public Integrity has called “the most costly public policy miscalculation ever by state lawmakers.” The bill passed with no legislative dissent from either party, in either branch — a useful, if unpleasant reminder of the Clinton-era business-oriented neoliberal ideology that then dominated the Democratic Party and continues to haunt it to this day.

A 1998 repeal initiative failed in the face of a $40 million industry-funded campaign against it, coming on the heels of “an $87 million advertising campaign — the cost being passed on to ratepayers — explaining the new system to the state’s residents.” Reality begged to differ, however, and Zacchino reports that, in San Diego, “[t]he average price of residential electricity increased 413 percent from the third quarter of 1999 to the third quarter of 2000.” Corporate reaction to this windfall was revealed in audio tapes released in a lawsuit involving one of the laws’s greatest beneficiaries, the Enron corporation — George W. Bush’s largest campaign contributor over the years. The conversations, she says, “sound like a Hollywood parody of amoral greed, and in nearly all of them Enron traders are heard laughing. […] [I]n one crass example […][,] two unidentified Enron traders celebrated when a forest fire shut down a major transmission line into California, cutting power supplies and forcing an increase in prices.” Says one, “Burn, baby, burn.” At one point, the company’s top West Coast trader compliments a co-worker: “He just fucks California. […] He steals money from California to the tune of about a million.” When interrupted and urged to rephrase, he says, “Okay, he, um, he arbitrages the California market to the tune of a million bucks or two a day.” All in all, she writes, it was,

[A]n opportunity for master manipulators to rip off consumers, plunge the utilities into near bankruptcy, cost the state tens of billions of dollars, and subject nearly every man, woman, and child in California to rolling blackouts not experienced since the days of World War II, when the reasons for what was happening were at least comprehensible.

At this point, Brown was making his political comeback, starting with two terms as mayor of Oakland and then one as the state’s attorney general. Transformed from visionary to administrator in his more methodical second rise to power, his breadth of knowledge has served him well as he has taken on a leadership position in the opposition to Trump over the last two years, when he has been the oldest governor in California history. And he has not shied away from challenging the shibboleths of more liberal administrations, either — for instance, telling Obama administration Secretary of Education Arne Duncan, “You assume we know how to ‘turn around all the struggling low performing schools,’ when the real answers may lie outside of school,” and explaining to Zacchino that “the latest effort principally by hedge fund and other individuals at the top of the income scale to apply business practices, performance metrics, to the school, is an untested set of propositions. There’s not empirical data that justifies them.”

A recurrent theme of Zacchino’s book — which is a revision of her 2016 tome, California Comeback: How a “Failed State” Became a Model for the Nation — is the sheer size of the issues in California, where, as Newt Gingrich once noted, “in thirty-three years, the state built twenty-two prisons and only one additional public university.” And lest we think that the Golden State’s famous environmental problems began with fracking or anything like that, Zacchino recounts how mid-19th-century gold diggers revived the ancient Roman technique of hydraulic mining, blasting away entire hills to uncover the bits of gold they might contain — at one site, seven nozzles each spewed a million gallons of water an hour, 24 hours a day. As a result of this largely forgotten practice, she writes that “in some areas, land levels were raised as much as seven feet by the aquatic transfer of some twelve billion tons of earth, the equivalent of eight times the earth that was removed to carve the Panama Canal.” In comparison, current problems like the fact that it takes a gallon of water to grow a single almond may come to seem like, well, peanuts.

Returning to the vexed politics of single-payer health insurance, the state’s Democratic leadership has engaged in an elaborate charade on this issue for some years now. In 2006, a single-payer bill actually passed both Democratic-controlled legislative houses before being vetoed by Republican Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger, a scenario repeated two years later. So with a Democrat taking over as governor during the next legislative session, it should have been problem solved, right? Alas, no — during the next two legislative sessions, the bill died in committee. And in the session after that, it wasn’t even filed — despite considerable pressure on legislators known to be sympathetic to the idea. Not that there’s anyone talking about it, but the legislative leadership obviously gave the members to understand that they were not to file the bill (that is, if they wanted any bills important to them to be passed). It seems equally clear that the reason for this ban had to do with the fact that Governor Brown does not wish to see single-payer legislation passed on his watch.

Here we have another instance of the Jekyll/Hyde nature of Jerry Brown’s career. In 1992, the out-of-power Brown argued in a presidential primary debate with Bill Clinton that “through a single payer, as we’ve seen in Canada, you can eliminate tremendous amounts of paperwork both for the doctors, the hospitals, and the […] insurance companies.” But 25 years later, when he is in a position to shape a state-level single-payer system that would be larger than Canada’s, we find him asking: “Where do you get the extra money? This is the whole question. I don’t even get … how do you do that?” The bill was refiled in this, the last legislative session of Brown’s career, but the co-chair of the single-payer advocacy group Campaign for a Healthy California told the Sacramento Bee, “We’re hearing the governor is doing everything he can to make sure this never gets on his desk.”

If Jerry Brown really were the genius Zacchino thinks he is, or wants him to be, surely he’d remember how “you do that.”

Tom Gallagher is a writer and activist living in San Francisco. He is the author of Sub: My Years Underground in America’s Schools (2015) and The Primary Route: How the 99 Percent Takes on the Military Industrial Complex (2016).

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