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STORY! (Calling it Doomsday)

May 17th, 1956. The first day 

I never thought that my whole life would change. I always thought things would be great forever, I could have never been more wrong. It was almost time to graduate, I was turning the big ol’ 18 tomorrow. My girlfriend, Lizzy, got accepted into Columbia university. She was gonna be the first woman to actually learn there, and I couldn't be prouder. Now all I had to do was wait to see if I got accepted. After school ended, I was walking Lizzy home like I would normally do. “Scott?” She asked me. “Yes?” I replayed. “Do you think we'll be together for the rest of our lives?” I looked at her and smiled “I don’t think, I know we will.” I told her. She smiled back at me and we continued to walk in silence. When we got to her house, I gave her a small peck on the cheek and waved her goodbye. She was my brunet beauty. The sun to my Moon. My whole world. The love of my life. I wished I could have told her that back then. Tell her how much I love her. And how I couldn't live without her. I walked back to my house. When I got there, my pops was on the couch with my ma, watching the news. My Parents were always the superstitious type. Always saying how the world was gonna end soon and we needed to make a pain for the future, in case it ever happened. I always thought they were crazy for thinking it, and told my friends how much of a nutjob they were. I wish I never did. They asked how school was, and I told them “same ol’ same old.” They told me that they invested in a company, where they would freeze your body and put you to sleep when the world would go into a disaster. I said that it was insane that they did that, and they said how they wanted me to stay instead of going with Lizzy. I told them no, and they kept on trying to push me. Eventually we got into a fight. We said real nasty things to each other that day. I stomped to my room and slammed my door shut. It felt like I was trapped. Like there was no hope. Now that I think back on that day. I realized how I never knew what it TRULY felt like to lose all hope. To feel trapped. To be alone in the world. After a few hours, My Ma frantically called my name. “Scott! Scott! You need to come down here right now!” she had said. I walked down with annoyance. Thinking that they were going to try and convince me to stay. But they were huddled around the Tv, looking horrified, and that's when I heard it. The echoing voice of the news reporter clear as day. “All residents need to evacuate immediately to the nearest safe vault. Brace yourselves America. Because today is the day, the world is ending.” I could feel my stomach fall to the ground, my whole life shattering right before my eyes. It still gives me chills to this day. Everything happened so fast, my Pops had grabbed my arm and dragged me and Ma outta the house. Guards surrounded a gate while other helpless people tried to claw their way through the vault. Hoping to get to safety. Despite all of this. All I could think about was Lizzy. Was she ok? Did she get into one of the vaults too? Is she even alive? My head was rushing a million miles per second. Thinking of the worst possible things that could have happened to her. We got onto a platform that slowly dropped under ground. Then, I saw it. A giant mushroom cloud in the distance. It looked so big, that I had thought the whole world could feel the wave that had washed over from it. I got separated from my parents after we got in. They gave me some clothes and told me to enter a weird looking capsule. I tried to ask where my parents were. But no one listened to me, and kept on repeating to enter the capsule. I did, and they closed the door. As soon as they did, I felt a rush of cold air around me, and I eventually fell asleep. It felt like it was only for a few hours, But that was far from the truth, and I would soon find out what the truth was.   

We’re Dripping In It

Prologue: Magic Shop

The day Jeon Jungkook’s life turned completely upside down, he was running late for class. He had no thoughts in his head beyond his pounding feet on the concrete streets of Seoul. He turned down an alleyway, hoping that it would cut through the rows of buildings faster. The scene he stumbled upon froze him in his tracks.

It should have made Jungkook run, it should make him scream in fear. The sight of blood should at least make him a bit queasy, but he feels none of these things. He barely feels any surprise as the towering man glares at him over his whimpering victim.

He was late, bloody knuckles and whimpering cries be damned, he was late.

“May I pass?” He asked, gesturing to the street just beyond the dark alley. “I’m late for class.”

The glaring man’s face twists in confusion, he stares down at Jungkook for a moment, probably taking in his paint splattered jeans, rumpled t-shirt, and beaten black backpack. Jungkook doesn’t shift on his feet as the man’s dark eyes scrutinize him. He simply waits to see if he will be free to attend his photography class today or if he’ll be joining the whimpering man on the cold asphalt.

“Why aren’t you wearing a jacket?”

Jungkook jerks at the man’s question, his voice is much deeper than he had expected.

“Ah.. forgot, I was in a rush.” He explains, feeling thoroughly chastised when the man clicks his tongue in response.

The man tosses his victim to the ground and takes two long, sure strides towards Jungkook. In one swoop he takes off his large leather jacket and places it around Jungkook’s shoulders.

“But you’ll get cold,” Jungkook protests, as the man zips the jacket up for him. This seems to amuse the man because he simply chuckles as he backs away.

“Don’t worry about me, little one, I won’t be out for much longer. Run along to class now.” He says in a low tone, before giving a swift kick to his crawling victim before he gets too far.

Jungkook gives a hasty bow and quiet ‘thank you’ before continuing his way through the alley, slipping his arms through the jacket as he walks. It’s still warm from the man’s body heat and there’s a scent to it that makes Jungkook want to burrow into the collar. He denies himself the pleasure and keeps his steady pace towards the main road leaving the groaning sounds behind him.

Once his feet hit the sun kissed pavement, his mind returns to the urgency of getting to class. He frantically looks for a familiar street before choosing the right direction to head in. The university campus is only five blocks away and he books it, taking no notice of the passing cars or pedestrians until he’s huffing up the steps towards the Visual Arts wing.

Jimin is typing furiously on his phone at the entrance and glares at Jungkook when he throws the doors open.

“You almost made me late! Why weren’t you answering your phone?” He demands as he huffs to catch up to Jungkook’s steady stride towards their class.

“Forgot to charge it last night.” Jungkook answers as they slide into the room and take their seats. The bell rings for attendance and Jungkook gives a great sigh of relief to have made it in time.

“Where did you get that jacket? I’ve never seen you wear that one.” Jimin whispers to him as assignments are passed out by the TA and the professor starts his lecture on camera lighting.

Jungkook is so deep in his frantic notes that he barely registers Jimin’s question, he blinks in thought for a moment before replying, “Ran into a dude on my way to class, I forgot my jacket and he gave me his. Said he didn’t want me to be cold.”

“Oooohhh,” Jimin whistles lowly, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Was he hot? Did you get his number?”

Jungkook’s mind fills with the man’s tall build. The way his broad shoulders had filled the black turtleneck he had been wearing. His handsome face that Jungkok could only glimpse in the shadowed alleyway and his dark alluring dragon-like eyes.

The unbidden image of the man he had under him; beaten, bruised, and bleeding, comes to the forefront of his mind. He tries to shake the image as he replies to Jimin’s question, “Couldn’t really tell, it was kinda dark and happened so fast. So no, I didn’t get his number.”

“Shame,” Jimin sighs and thankfully drops the subject.

Jungkook has less success driving the mysterious man out of his head for the remainder of class. When the bell rings he jolts in his seat in surprise making Jimin cackle in delight.

“Come on, lover boy, let’s go bother Hobi-hyung at his dance studio.” Jimin teases as he drags him from his chair, ignoring his groans of protest.

“Why are you making me third wheel your flirting attempts with hyung?” Jungkook moaned but was ignored as Jimin kept his fast pace towards the dance studio across campus. He sighed in resignation and mentally hoped he wouldn’t miss his evening class because of Jimin-hyung’s dick.

Hoseok and Jimin were so wrapped up in their flirting that they didn’t even notice Jungkook slip out the door. He sat in his mandatory BioChem lecture wondering for the millionth time why it was a required credit for a Visual Arts major.

After an hour and a half of droning on and on, Professor Chan finally released them into the night. The stars twinkled above Jungkook’s head as he walked across the empty campus green. His breath fluttered in front of him as he digs his hands into the borrowed jacket. It keeps him warm for the entirety of his walk to his apartment.

Jungkook glances down the alleyway as he passes, not surprised to find it empty under the lamplight. He shuffles away still reeling slightly from the scene he had stumbled upon that morning. He bounds up the stone steps of his complex and tries not to cough at the strong smells of cigarettes and weed as he makes his way down the hallways to his apartment door.

The dingy room flutters under the harsh yellow lighting, the aging building quakes under his feet with the movement of the nearby subway. Jungkook barely takes notice of either of these, a common occurrence in the single room apartment he could afford near the campus. He places his backpack on the lone chair and fishes around in his cupboard for anything that resembles food.

A single packet of Jin Ramen is all that's left and he bemoans the lack of funds in his bank account for a grocery run. He prepares the ramen with practice ease then sits down at his shaky table with it. With the hot ramen set on the table, he begins working on the loads of homework between mouthfuls of noodles. Taking more care than usual as he ate to avoid any drops getting on the leather jacket.

The apartment is cold, almost as cold as the outside streets, he reasoned that’s why he kept the jacket on even now. But with his bed calling to him hours later he couldn’t put it off any longer. He slips the jacket off, shivering as the cold air hits his bare skin, and places it on the back of his chair.

He quells the urge to poke around through the jacket as he gets ready for bed, even though there’s no place in the tiny apartment that he can’t see it dangling. It seemed to mock him as he slipped on a long sleeve shirt and thick sweatpants from his portable wardrobe and as he stood in his half bathroom brushing his teeth. It’s only when he’s sitting on his mattress, the only decent piece of furniture in his whole apartment, that he gives into the curiosity and pulls it onto his lap.

Even though he knows the front two pockets are empty, he checks them anyway. There’s not even a hint of lint in them. Opening the jacket up he checks the inside pockets, expecting them to also be empty, but is pleasantly surprised to find a small notebook in the right side pocket. Setting it aside he checks for any other clues to the owner of it. Other than a little ‘RM’ in delicate white stitching on the inner neck of the jacket there’s nothing.

He sets the jacket back on his chair and picks up the small notebook, it’s also black leather and frayed around the edges. Taking a deep breath Jungkook tries to mentally prepare himself for the possible contents inside as he opens it. And it’s nothing that he’s expecting.

The handwriting is neat, if a bit scratchy and rushed as if the man was hurrying to write the words that came to his mind. At first Jungkook thinks they’re small poems, but the more he reads, he realizes that they’re song lyrics. Beautiful songs, full of emotions and meaning. There’s vague scratches throughout the pages to take or add words.

When Jungkook finally reaches the blank pages, it’s nearly completely full, he’s left feeling very confused about its owner. Of this mysterious RM. The man he met in that alley this morning and the man who wrote these words seemed to be worlds apart.

Jungkook has a hard time meshing the two together as he sets the notebook safely back inside of its pocket and tries to go to sleep. But the ghost of the man haunts him in his tossing and turning, his soft deep voice chases him into his dreams.

Klance Wip Bingo #7!! (Part 1)

Summary:

Word Count: 870

Chapters: 1/3

Description:

Step one: Meet a cute barista and walk him home in the rain.

Step two: Awkwardly flirt with him in hopes he reciprocates.

Step three: Take him to an arcade and demolish him in laser tag.

My Card:

Sm love to the whole @klanceintergalactichub community!! I’m not the type of person to use discord but man I love everything they’ve got going on over there, it’s kept me so inspired!

Hi, hello. Sorry for being late at responding. I would share but I've been bouncing around throughout the story so it's very messy but when I have 10 chapters that aren't riddled with unfinished scenes I'll begin posting since this got more eyes than I anticipated.

But here is a summary of the aro wip ATC until I can offer something tangible.

(I'm not very good at summarizing so you can imagine why it took me forever to respond.)

ATC plot summary

Two men. A City that is meant to keep the universe balanced. And they are both at a crossroad.

Eldriel: Labeled an “abnormality” since conception, all he's ever tried to do was be perfect at his job in hopes he'll no longer be the black sheep in his community.

Romanin: As the next in line to take control of the City of Aw, he must choose a lover from his group of childhood friends and acquaintances. The problem is, he is not drawn to any of them in the way he should be.

However, time won't wait for his decision. Because on one fateful day, when a mission goes array, Eldriel is forced to face who he truly is by a mysterious man known as E, from another dimension. And Romanin must face the fate he was given Or let those he loves and the universe as they know it crumble. If that wasn't hard enough, these bitter acquaintances have only each other to rely on when everyone around them would much rather see them kill each other.

Genre: New Adult Sci-fi/fantasy pretending to be romance in a trenchcoat.

Pov: 3rd person omniscient.

Other stuff in the wip.

⭐ Aroallo, AroAce, older and younger aromantics and other types of queer people.

⭐ Partial time loop shenanigans

⭐ Fate being in control of who you live is given a dark twist.

⭐ Fate vs. free will

⭐ Everyone has their own agenda.

Me having three wips that can best be described as aromantic rage because it is untouched in the book world and I feel like a lot of the aro community can relate to it

I made my first rc9gn fic it’s a rewrite/ my interpretation of my au of last stall on the left it so enjoy!

If anyone is curious 😅🫶

My Little Plumeria

The story gets told

The first-ever Liechtenstein Grand Prix is held in Planken, the hometown of Max Emilian Aakster and his son Logan. Max isn't too fond of Formula One, but his son loves it, so he buys some tickets for the weekend and they go there.

The only problem - Max accidentally bought the wrong tickets and is now faced with some confused Royal F1 drivers. Chaos ensues and he has to face some major changes and complications in his once peaceful life.

But he is lucky to have Cybertronian and ex-military friends who have his back, although they can't protect his heart from falling in love once again.

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Chapter 1

How it all started

○●○ Annie's POV ○●○

It was another beautiful sunny day in the Nature kingdom. Annie smiles as she admires her mom's beautiful tulip garden. She always comes to tend to her mom's many guardians whenever she misses her mom's company. It's always bittersweet, spending time alone in the garden. It's a reminder of the woman her mom used to be, as well as a reminder that Annie can't use her powers properly to grow such beautiful flowers. Annie sighs sorrowfully. She decides to leave the garden before the bittersweet feeling turns into grief. She decides to go to an open space near the back of the castle. She aslways goes there to practice using her powers. The open space is more of an open field. Annie plans on making a garden of her own using nothing but her powers. She has been trying to do so for about a year and a half now.

Annie grunts in frustration as she continues trying to make a flower grow. At this point, she'll be grateful if she even grows a weed. Dandelions are her favorite plants after all. Like every other time she tries, no results are shown. Annie sighs in annoyance.

"Don't worry darling. You'll be able to grow the most beautiful flowers soon enough", a voice suddenly says from behind her. Annie turn to face the voice. Her eyes ligh up once she sees who's cheering her up.

"Thanks mom", Annie says with a smile. Her mom chuckles at the sight of Annie's renewed motivation.

"You never give up, no matter what happens. I admire your motivation and your bravery", her mom says lovingly.

"I try my best", Annie says while rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly.

"I can tell", her mom answers.

"Come on. You must be exhausted after putting in all that effort. Let's have some tea together", her mom offers.

"Together?", Annie asks in shock.

"Of course! It's about time we spend some time together", her mom replies with a smile. Annie couldn't agree more. She happily skips along as the two of them make their way back inside the castle.

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Annie happily hums to herself as she makes her way to her room. The hallway leading to her room is filled with all kinds of plants from the floor to the ceiling. The scent of tulips dominating over the other flowers.

Some day, Dandelions will dominate this hallway! Annie thinks to herself. She giggles cheekily as she starts planning out how to change the esthetic of the hallway to match her liking.

Annie opens the door and finds Samantha dusting her bookshelf.

"Hi Samatha!", Annie says cheerfully.

"Hello princess. Your back earlier than usual", Samantha comments in her usual calm tone.

"Today was amazing! Sure, I didn't get to practice for that long, but I finally got some quality time with my mom!", Annie explains enthusiastically as she lets herself fall on her bed.

"That sounds amazing princess", Samantha says dryly.

Annie sits up and looks at Samantha with a raised eyebrow. Over the years that they have known each other, Annie has learned to pick up small details about Samantha's demeanor that others would otherwise not notice. Samatha always speaks calmly and her facial expression is always tranquil. However, Samantha usually speaks in a kind way to Annie. Wether it's because Annie's a princess or because they have a close relationship is something that Annie isn't so sure of.

"What's on your mind?", Annie asks curiously.

"Hmm? What do you mean?", Samantha asks innocently.

"I can tell that something is bothering you", Annie says playfully.

Samantha does not answer. She just continues dusting the shelves. Annie sighs.

"Fine. If it's personal, then I won't force you to tell me", Annie says begrudgingly.

"Thank you princess", Samantha says calmly.

"Please call me Annie. At least while it's only the two of us", Annie gets up and walks towards Samantha.

"I can't do that princess", Samantha replies.

"Pleeeaaase!", Annie begs while hugging Samantha. Puppy eyes would never work, so she always uses a comforting embrace instead.

"I'll think about it", Samantha decides after some hesitation.

"Yay!", Annie cheers.

"You do realize that when someone says, 'I'll think about it', it's just a polite way of saying no, right?", Samantha comments.

"Only 85% of the time!", Annie says cheerfully.

"You are too optimistic for your own good", Samantha says with a sigh.

"But that's a good thing, right?", Annie asks. Samantha chuckle slightly.

"That's up to you to decide", Samantha replies. Annie smiles. She loves it whenever she can make Samantha chuckles or smile.

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Annie hides under the windowsill and listens in on the maids arguing. She had been secretly following Samantha around for a few days now. As the days went by, she grew more and more concerned by Samantha's behavior. She decided that we would get to the bottom of the matter despite Samantha refusing to tell her anything. So now she's eavesdropping on an argument between Samantha and another maid.

"It's only for a few days. I just need to go and warn the king", Samatha explains calmly.

"Oh please. This is just a sad attempt of an excuse to get a few extra vacation days", the other maid says in a rather rude way.

"This is not an excuse. The king- ", Samatha tries to explain further, but is abruptly interrupted.

"Sammy, honey, I am sick and tired of you asking me to take over for you. If you approach me about this one more time, I am reporting you to the queen. If your excuse is as legitimate as you make it out to be, then surely you can bring this issue to her to begin with", the maid declares impolitely.

Footsteps are heared leaving the area. Then a sigh. Annie cautiously peaks through the window to look outside. Samantha pinches the bridge of her nose.

"This is never going to work", she says quietly to herself.

Despite being confused on the matter, Annie decides that she wants to help Samatha. She just needs to find a good enough excuse to give her permission to leave the castle...

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"Mom?", Annie asks as she knock on her mom's bedroom door.

The door opens seconds later, and the queen stands before her.

"What's wrong honey?", her mom asks.

"Well...", Annie starts.

"Well?", her mom raises an eyebrow.

"Can we discuss this in private?", Annie asks.

"Sure", her mom answers while stepping to the side to let Annie inside. Annie happily walks into her mom's room. She pulls aside the desk chair and sits down.

"What can I do for you darling?", her mom asks while sitting on her bed.

"Well, I was wondering if I could go on some sort of field trip out in the woods for a couple of days to practice using my powers. I figured that it would be better to practice using my element while being in my element, you know?", Annie explains nervously.

"Out in the woods? For a couple of days?", her mom repeats skeptically.

"Yup", Annie says with a nervous chuckle.

"Annie. Do you realize how crazy that sounds?", her mom questions.

"Well...it's definitely one of my crazier ideas...", Annie admits.

Her mom sighs. "What made you want to do this all of a sudden anyway?"

"I just really want to learn how to use my powers. For as long as I can remember, I have never had any control over my powers", Annie explains. She looks down at her hands sorrowfully. "I just...I was hoping that maybe I could learn from someone. Since...since you mostly spend your time in here", she mumbles. She doesn't dare look up to her mom. "I was hoping to learn from Samantha. And maybe some other royals. I know that it's dangerous, but Samantha can keep me safe."

"She's blind", her mom comments blatantly.

"But powerful and smart", Annie counters.

Her mom sighs in frustration. "This is ridiculous Anne", her mom says.

"Pleeeaaase!", Annie begs, "Please, please, please, please, pleeeaaase!"

"Annie-"

"Please, mom, please! I promise I'll be careful! I'll be in the next kingdom in no time! And Samantha is capable of so much more than you know! I'll be fine!"

"Annie!"

"Please!"

"Fine!", her mom yells begrudgingly.

"Yay! Thank you so much mom!", Annie quickly gets up, runs towards her mom and gives her a tight embrace. Her mom sighs in frustration.

"Which kingdom do you plan on going to?", she asks.

"Uhh...I didn't think that far ahead...", Annie says hesitantly.

Samantha mentioned the king, right? There's only one current kingdom that's ruled by a king...

"The Light kingdom."

"Alright. I'll let the king know", her mom says with a sigh.

"Please be careful out there Annie", she says worriedly. She gently strokes some of Annie's hair out of her face.

"I promise that I'll be careful mom", Annie says reassuringly. Her mom hugs her tighter in response.

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After running through the castle for what felt like forever, Annie finally found who she was looking for.

"Samantha!", Annie exclaims.

"There's no need to scream, princess. I'm blind, not deaf. Besides, your footsteps sound different from anyone else's", Samantha replies calmly.

"Huh? O-Oh...sorry about that...I guess I just got too exited", Annie says sheepishly.

"What's got you so exited anyway?", Samantha asks.

"We're going on a fiel trip!", Annie yells in excitement.

"A field trip? Where? Why?", Samantha asks calmly.

"To the Light kingdom! For training!", Annie explains happily.

"What? When?", Samantha's eyes widen ever so slightly.

"Now! Mom already let the king know that we're on our way. I'll go pack my stuff", Annie explains hastily.

"Alright princess. See you in a bit", Samantha says. She tries to speak in a calm tone, but her relief is seeping through. Annie smiles, pleased that she could help out Samantha. She quickly makes her way to her room and starts packing up anything that she deems necessary for this trip.

Next chapter >

Chapter 1: Five Hours Before Death

"AMELIA!" My boss exclaimed as he walked over to my desk.

"Yes, sir, do you need something?" I say while still looking at my computer.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I need you to tell me about my agenda for this afternoon," he says urgently while looking at his watch.

"Ah well, sir, you have a one-thirty meeting with one of the board of directors and a six o'clock dinner reservation with the misses" I told my boss while looking up at him.

My boss looks at me and says, "Before I leave for my one-thirty, I need you to come to my office; I need to speak to you about something urgent. Got it."

"Yes, sir, I understand," I say, confirming it.

'What does he want to tell me? Oh, I hope it isn't what I found out a few days ago,' I thought as I looked back at my computer. Two days ago, I found out that my boss: Nicholas Anderson, had an illegal import business up and running. And in turn, he paid the mayor to keep quiet about everything. I shook those thoughts out of my head, focusing on my work.

Time flies by and now it is twelve-thirty. I get up from my desk and head to Mr. Anderson's office on the next floor above. Walking over to the sliver elevator doors, you press one of the buttons on the wall next to the doors. The doors open, and you step in, turning around while the doors shut, pressing the button heading up to the next floor. Hearing the irritating music blaring into the rectangular box, the doors open; indicating, that I am on the next floor.

Walking up to his door, I knock, telling him that I am there. "Come in," Mr. Anderson said. I open the door and walk into his office. Noticing a few pictures of his family here and there, he looked up from his computer.

"Ah, excellent timing Ms. Cameron; I was about to call you up," Mr. Anderson said as he pushed himself up from his black leather chair, making eye contact with you.

"May I ask what this is about; you made it seem crucial," I said looking curious but deep down I know what he may say.

"Uh, yes, I know that you found about my uh business. I must warn you if you tell the authorities or anyone for that matter, you might not get to be forty. Am I clear?" Mr. Anderson says

"Ye-ss, sir-r," I said, fear plastered onto my face.

"Good, then you may leave." I placed my hands onto the arms of the chair, pushed my legs up, feeling the pressure of standing. I leave the room and head back downstairs, thinking of what he was saying.

The day went by faster than the flash himself, a mixture of colors; pinks, oranges, and yellows stating that the sun is setting within the west. Shutting everything down and grabbing my purse and coat. I look down at my watch; which looks like it is from the nineties, and it reveals that it is 8:50 p.m. 'Huh has it been five hours already; who would have thought' I left the gray building and straight to my 1999 navy blue chevy corvette. I slammed the car door closed as I sat down in the driver's seat. I took out my keys from my purse so that I could start the engine. My keys have two keychains attached to them; one of them is a Slytherin crest, the other is a Gryffindor crest. I placed the keys into the ignition and turned it. The engine roared to life, I got strapped in and I reversed back into the parking lot to head the main road.

It did not take long for Amelia to get to her apartment. She pulled into the parking lot outside the complex, making sure she did not touch the curb, she turned off the engine and took the keys out of the ignition. She grabs her purse, slips her hand into door handle to open it. The door opens and she steps out into the crisp cold air. She steps onto the sidewalk and looks back to her car. Her car was shining from the light created by the lamp post. The wind blowing against her skin, the hair on her skin standing up and she gets a shiver crawling down her spine. Amelia did not pay attention to the ever-growing feeling within the pit of her stomach as she started climbing the stairs to the second floor.

I got to the top of the stairs of the second floor. I walked down the hallway a little bit to reach my apartment. It was about five minutes of walking; I reached my apartment: number 4. I looked over to my right and saw the door where my neighbor Minerva Barnes lives. 'She is such a sweet woman' I thought as I grabbed my keys to unlock the door. I got my keys into the lock, and I unlocked the door. As I was stepping into my apartment, I am suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of dread; like I should not have entered the apartment. Due to the lights not working, it gave me an eerie and creepy feeling to the atmosphere of the apartment.

It kept getting stronger as I took off my coat, my shoes, and when I placed my keys into the tray. I turn around and locked the door. I went into the kitchen, grab a small glass from one of the cabinets, and went over to the sink to get water. Placing the glass down, I went to turn the faucet on when everything went black. What I did not know right now was that my time to pass on had come.

Opening my eyes, I squint at the moonlight shining through the teal curtains. I tried to move but could not. I looked down and saw my hands were bounded. I turned my head so that I can see my feet, turns out my feet were also bounded.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you" someone said while standing in the shadows.

"Who are you? Why are doing this?" I asked fear rising within me.

"Did you really think he wouldn't know that you were gathering evidence to give to the police? I mean, Mr. Anderson knew that you knew about the business, so he made an educated guess, and what do you know he was right after all." The figure said while chuckling slightly. 

Fear took ahold of me once I realized what he was talking about. You see, I have been gathering up evidence on my boss. Apparently, he has been bribing the mayor to cover up his import business. I look back at the figure wondering who they are. 

"Who are you?" I asked as I stare into the shadows. 

"That is unimportant lady" he said while pulling something out of his pockets. I couldn't tell what it was, but the feeling grew even more stronger as it was before. The figure then walks out of the shadows. His body was slightly brightened but you couldn't make out his face. 

Since you now have a semi-clear view of the man, you notice that he had a Glock 19 9mm Compact. Your grandparents taught you how to hunt and when you were older you went to the shooting range, so you know different types of guns. You watch as he loads ammo into the gun. You look back at the curtains taking in the light of the moon. Hearing footsteps behind you, you realize that the man had walked up to you from behind. 

'This is it; this is how I go out, huh' I thought as I felt the gun was placed on the back of my head. I opened my mouth tasting salt, which meant tears. I was so scared I didn't realize that I was crying. The tears were flowing down my face at a rapid pace as the man pulled the trigger.

**BANG**

Amelia fell to the ground as blood flows out of her head. Blood spatters across the lightly colored walls and floors turning them crimson red. The man walks towards an open window. Putting the gun back into his pocket, the man got up onto the windowsill. The man looked back at the body, blood pooling around her and glistening in the moonlight. The wind blowing steadily as the man jumped out of the window and onto the pavement below. Walking away from the crime the man had just committed, he wore a sadistic smile on his face.  

Yet again with another post wowie!! Anyways, this doesn’t sound like much but I did the second page of the second chapter yay! Progress has been kind of slow due to unmotivation and stuff but hey trying my best here and hope to do more stuff. Here’s the first chapter of the first chapter not sure if the link will work in still giving it a try tho lol.

Link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1bw0HDnQ2dNKxE1-EX6BiYl9PfpYf-uF8Yppgd9rOxpw/edit

Well hope everyone is doing good and staying safe and if things aren’t so good,it’ll get better soon. Well good whatever time your reading this:).

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Chapter One - The Beginning - MDNI

Paring: Idol!Lee Felix x Reader x Idol!Hyunjin (Some Hyunlix action)

Word Count: 1.6k (I hope this isn’t too long!) 🫣

Warnings: I don’t think there are many maybe cursing? And some feelings of being too much for people?? Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Hello! This is my first ever written out fan fiction and I hope that it does well and is received well. Also, I am really bad a synopsis or intros so I will not be including one of those for this! If I do end up writing one, I will include it at that point and time! Enjoy! :) Oh, I want to note that Y/N speaks Korean fluently so everything she says to the kids is in Korean! If something is said in English, I will show that by having it bolded and italicized. Also, I refer to the group of them as “the kids” quite often! Let me know in a comment or an ask if you want to be a part of the taglist! Current no smut is present in this but there will be in the future MDNI ONLY. If I cannot find your age on your account, I will most likely block you! Thanks for understanding!

*Y/N POV*

You had been working as a photographer in Seoul, SK for about 2 years. You mostly did freelance photography and some bigger gigs, enough to make a name for yourself. You started to work with a few fashion brands in the past few months but nothing ever stuck or felt right. You were job hunting when you noticed JYPE was looking for a new traveling photographer / videographer for one of their KPOP groups. The name was not disclosed due to privacy reasons and wanting only serious applicants.

“Oi what the hell?” You said as you filled out the application sending over your resume as well as your portfolio. Little did you know, you were already under consideration for the position due to Bang Chan having found your work on Instagram and brought your photos to JYP saying he liked the style and thinks it would fit well for them and their next comeback.

A few days later you received an email from JYPE offering you the position you applied for and inviting you to an in-person interview. You stare at the screen in shock for a few moments unsure if this is really happening. You laugh to yourself and quickly type out a reply and scheduling your interview for the next day at 10am.

The next day comes and to say you were nervous was an understatement. You got dressed in a white sweater with a plaid pair of pants that fit your curves. You added a bag and a pair of sneakers since you do have to walk to the JYPE building.

(Y/N is a bit curvier than this in my head but feel free to picture them differently)

You arrive at the building and are greeted by a receptionist. “Hello, can I help you?” she asked with a soft smile. Her soft features were a welcoming sight. You gave a warm smile back as well, “Hi, yes my name is y/n and I am here for an interview.” The receptionist typed something into her computer and nodded. “Yes ma’am, I will let them know you are here, they will be out momentarily.” You needed and sat down in the lobby looking at your phone occasionally trying to control your breathing and doing a few calming techniques you have learned. A man comes down the hall he has a stern expression but just seems more serious rather than mean. “Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N?” You stand up and smile at the stranger, “Yes hello” you bow politely and then shake the man’s hand. “My name is Yeo-sun, but you can call me Yeo.” He leads you down a long hallway to an interview room.

“So, I am going to get right to the point Y/N, we want you to be a photographer and videographer for the KPOP group Stray Kids, have you heard of them?” Your mouth falls open momentarily before you nod. “Yes, I have they’re one of my favorites.” He nods and smiles, “Good that means you will be up to date on a lot of their information, but we still have some prepared. Basically, just a list of likes and dislikes when it comes to photos as well as video aspects.” You nod and continue to discuss the position, and everything involved, including the fact that you would be living in the same space as the kids. However, you would have your own dorm and bathroom, but you would just share common spaces like a living room and kitchen. This was to make it easier for you to film behind the scenes content as well as help with live streams and any other aspects the guys needed help in. This was also a bit of a PA job which you noticed. You could not turn down this opportunity and it honestly seemed like a fun time; you just hoped the kids were as nice in person as they seemed online.

“Are you ready to start today?” Yeo asked and you nodded. “I left my camera at home but if you have equipment for me to use, I’d be more than happy to start today.” You said as you fiddled with the strap of your bag and Yeo smiled at you kindly. “We have plenty of equipment but once you move here you will be welcome to use your own equipment.” Yeo said before standing from the conference table “follow me.”

Yeo led you out from the room and went down to the dance studio explaining to you this is where the guys should be at this time. You braced yourself giving yourself a small pep talk before you both walk into the studio. The lights are dimmed some, but Yeo turns them up making the 8 men in front of you stop what they are doing.

“Oi Yeo-Hyun why the sudden assault” the aussie leader you know as Bang Chan laughed. “Ah, good to see you too Chan, this is Y/N the new photographer and videographer.” Chan walked up to greet you. “Oh! Glad to see everyone took my advice! Hi Y/N, big fan of your work, I recommended you to the staffing agents” Chan said with a bright smile that was contagious, you found yourself smiling brightly as well. “Oh, you’ve seen my work? That is so kind of you. I am also a fan of your work.” You said with a smile causing the others to laugh and Chan’s ears to go a bit red.

“Hi I’m Han!” The man bounded over and shook your hand smiling brightly. You loved his smile; it was something you admired about him from afar. Each of the guys came up to greet you, you expected a lot of hugs and laughs which you got. However, the one person you expected to be the touchiest barely shook your hand. Lee Felix. “Hello, I’m Felix, you can call me Felix or Yongbok like some of the other members do.” He said simply and did a little bow as he shook your hand. “Hi, I’m Y/N as stated” you giggled softly at his formality, but he shied away and stood back by his members. “I hope you all come to trust me, since I will be with you and living in the same area as you.” You laughed and so did the others as they all sat down to take a breather from dancing. You looked over and grabbed some bottles from the fridge before handing them out to the guys. “Ah! Y/N you didn’t have to do that!” Chan laughed but took the bottle chugging it as they all did. You smiled brightly and just laughed fidgeting with the camera Yeo had given you before he left.

You sat down on the couch as the kids began to practice again. They were practicing for the new comeback, one you had only heard about via twitter. You were smiling and bobbing along to the music that you had not heard before. You hummed quietly and began to move around the practice space taking some behind the scenes photos that the boys could post on bubble or that could be posted as teasers for a practice room video.

*Felix POV*

He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, he was trying but it was hard. He watched as you moved around the studio taking photos and laughing when the other members interacted with you. It was like you had been with them since the beginning laughing and joking around with one another. You were beautiful. God, he was worried about showing affection to you like the other members. He normally didn’t think much about his preference to skinship, but that was before yesterday. He had overheard some other staff speaking about his over affection and how it made them uncomfortable. That was the last thing he ever wanted to do to someone. He knows what it’s liked to be uncomfortable when someone is touching or hugging on you, and it broke his heart that he made someone feel that way. So, he decided would just stay back and watch and be nice but not overly friendly.

*Y/N POV*

You felt accepted and safe with the kids despite being there for maybe 3-4 hours. The kids really made you laugh and feel like you were friends for years, however, something you didn’t expect was the distance Felix was keeping from you. You had always thought he was the most affectionate person, having talked about skinship and being one to show it more than others. He was always seen cuddling, hugging and touching the members and honestly it hurt a bit that he wasn’t that way with you. Did he not like you? Did you make a bad first impression? You tried to be respectful and kind, hopefully it was just new person jitters. Your thoughts began to spiral as you were thinking of all the mistakes you could have made.

“Hey Y/N are you a stay?” You hear Jeongin’s laugh, and it broke you out of your downward spiral of thoughts. You smiled up at him, since you were now sitting on the floor after getting some cool shots of the kids dancing. “Oh yeah I am, I’ve been following you guys since your debut.” You laugh feeling your face heat up a bit as they all look at you a bit shocked. “I uhm, really enjoy all of the work you guys put into keeping stays happy.” Your ears began to heat as Jeongin’s laugh broke your thoughts again. His smile so big his eyes were almost closed. “Oh, that's good!” he said as he sat down on the couch chuckling to himself.

Minho sat up from his position laying on the floor “Who is your bias then?” he asked with a smirk as your cheeks flared again so much you felt the flush going up your neck. “Ah I don’t think I should really talk about that.” You said getting nervous as you played with the setting on the camera again trying to stop blushing. “Ah come on Y/N pleaseeeeeeee tell us?” Han whined throwing you a bit of puppy eyes. You laughed and shook your head looking around and realizing this was going to be a fun job.

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