#it's only when they get to the page of butterfly kisses that it gets sus

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Oh no I just thought of the most unhinged deathglare concept I'm cackling I don't know whether to save it for a comic or type it out in full but the idea of Peepers wanting to be THE REASON Lord Hater rules the galaxy makes me think Peepers would also take pride in anything he managed to teach Lord Hater. Like being proud he's the reason Hater knows fancy fork etiquette, superior uno strats, paddle ball, etc. ...Smooching. Okay okay okay so hear me out. One day Lord Hater admits he's nervous about smooching girls because of his whole skull-for-a-face no-lips McGee situation (CPeeps can understand that, right?), and so Peepers being Peepers jumps at the chance "TO BE THE REASON" and boldly whips out and slams down a HUGE encyclopedia of galactic code PDA (the dos and don'ts for seasoned greetings and goodbyes) and in the most determined and impersonal voice, Peepers promises he'll be sure to prepare Lord Hater for any scenario, any girl will be begging for another smooch by the time he is done teaching Hater about intergalactic intimacy protocol. And Hater agrees. LOL (The reason why Peepers even has this book in the first place is because he has a freakin' giant eyeball for a head. How does an eyeball head even begin to know how to read the expressions of faces that have freaky mouths and ears and noses and eyes, emphasis on the plural EYES???)

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Betrayal Chapter 18: Divide et Impera

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Written by: JuliaFC

Beta: Agrestebug and MyImaginationFlows

Summary: Ladybug finally understands Volpina's plan and the thought terrifies her. The cunning vixen has managed to separate the heroes, but no wall of books can keep the cat from his Lady. Right?

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc, TS1 Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Written for the "Snippet July" challenge of the Miraculous Fanworks Discord server @miraculousfanworks AND for LadyNoir July @ladynoirjuly Day 29 — Library/us against the world. Let me know what you think!

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Ladybug stared at the immense walls of books surrounding her. She had barely managed to find a place to hand out the Miraculouses to the team, under Su-Han's vigilant eye. Somehow, Volpina had still found and attacked them.

She'd been separated from everybody else, the wall of books around her making it impossible for her to use her yoyo. Ladybug suspected that Volpina was responsible for the disappearance of the Butterfly, but couldn't be sure of it. The doubt was gnawing at her.

Volpina was stronger than ever; she was still akumatised, and a couple of times the ethereal mask that connected her to the Butterfly holder appeared on her face. This told Ladybug that either she hadn't stolen the brooch, or she'd handed it to someone else. Which, knowing how greedy and power thirsty Lila usually was, sounded wrong. There was a second akuma too: an upset librarian enraged at someone stealing books from her library and was now a human vacuum that sucked in everything. There was also the maze of bookshelves she'd been running through for the last half an hour, which Ladybug suspected was one of Volpina's solid illusions.

"Damn you, Volpina! What have you done to M'lady?" Chat Noir's voice shouted from somewhere nearby. Before Ladybug could respond, she felt the pull of the akuma's vacuum trying to suck her in, and had to run away.

"Wouldn't you like to know…" was Volpina's suave reply, causing Chat Noir to roar in frustration.

Shoot. She should've said something to pacify her partner but if she had, she would've been caught.

Her gaze darted around the aisle. Left. Right. Books everywhere that all looked the same. She had no referral point, no way to tell where she was going. She would turn a corner and the akuma would be there. Heart into her ears, she'd turn around and escape only to end up eventually facing the akuma again. It was a vicious cycle, one she couldn't get out of.

"What do you want from me, akuma?" she suddenly heard Su-Han saying.

"You have one thing that I want," said Volpina, "and I'll follow you until the end of the world until I get it."

"This isn't your maze, it's created by the other akuma. How do you know where to find me all the time?"

"Ah-ah-aah…" snarled Volpina mockingly, "I'm the one with the upper hand here. Give me your staff and I'll set you free."

The blood froze in Ladybug's veins.

"Never!" shouted Su-Han. The man roared, probably attacking Volpina to defend himself.

After having escaped again from the pages of the vacuum-sucking book akuma, Ladybug stopped to lean back against the wall of books. Her heart drummed madly. Damn. Somehow, Gabriel must've found out about the tracking power of Su-Han's staff and let it slip with Lila. Now Volpina wanted to steal the staff and Ladybug could only think of one reason why.

The Miracle Box.

A deep shiver ran down her spine when a second thought hit her like a punch in the stomach. Her identity. Her family home. Her mother and father. She couldn't afford for that staff to end up with Lila.

"Lucky charm!" she whispered and put a hand out; blinking when an object looking like Su-Han's bag fell on it. What was she to do with that?

But she couldn't think more about it because a loud crash and a groan came from Su-Han's direction.

"Master Su-Han! Are you okay?" she shouted. Volpina appeared in front of her instantly, probably guided to her by the sound of her voice, and smirked.

BUGGER. She held, to Ladybug's biggest horror, Su-Han's staff. All blood drained from Ladybug's face as Volpina's smirk widened, but she didn't let panic take control of her. That couldn't be right.

"You're bluffing. That's another illusion, isn't it?"

"Why, Ladybug. Come here and check!" Volpina threw a blast to the wall of books near Ladybug, causing a mountain of books to fall straight on the heroine's head. She barely managed to dodge them before Volpina hit more books and the vacuum-sucking akuma caught up with them too. Ladybug had to flee.

In her heart, Ladybug knew that Su-Han was too strong to be defeated by someone as insignificant as Lila, even powered up with the Fox Miraculous and the akumatisation. Although there was always that nagging feeling that, maybe, she had succeeded… Nope. No, she had to believe that Su-Han was okay.

Besides, one detail was nagging at her: how could Volpina always find Su-Han? The only times she could find Ladybug were when the akuma had stumbled across her, or she had shouted so the sound of her voice had guided Volpina. But Su-Han's situation seemed different. There was something Ladybug could sense but still hadn't managed to put her hand on.

"M'lady? Are you okay? What happened?" Chat Noir's voice. He was close. He sounded right at her back. Ladybug widened her eyes. Of course! She looked at her lucky charm. And at the wall of books behind her.

"Cataclysm the wall in front of you, Chat Noir!" she yelled and as soon as he'd heard, the boy used his weapon, causing the solid illusion of books to break into ashes long enough for him to go through it and join her side. The instant hug between them was so strong she melted into him.

"She's after Su-han's staff," whispered Ladybug into his ear. "I think I know what to do, Chaton, but I need you to distract her and the akuma for me."

Chat Noir smiled and bowed theatrically in front of her. "As M'lady commands," he said. Then his gaze locked into hers and he grabbed her hand, placing a quick kiss on her knuckles. "You and me against the world?"

Her gaze softened as she smiled back at him, a slight shade of red dusting her cheeks underneath the mask. "Always, mon minou."

To be Continued… Day 30

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Author's Note

So… Lila's plan is getting a little clearer, I hope. Will our two heroes save the day? Let me know what you thought of this chapter. You know that comments are my bread and butter!

Until tomorrow, bug out!

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I'm here - Edmund Pevensie x reader (Chapter 7)

Hiii!! And I'm back once again! So I thought I'd end this book by chapter 10. Don't want to keep it too long too. I hope you guys enjoy reading this chapter ❤️ thank you for all the support! Appreciate it a lot <3

Y/n's Pov

Waking up in the morning, I felt my heart leap with joy. I'm finally going home! It's going to be a while to actually find my way back, but I'm sure I'll find it.

Though... there was that one thing that came shooting back into my head.

The previous night I went to bed rather confused. Edmund and I hadn't exchanged our usual good nights. Instead, he left the room as soon as he was done with dinner.

Maybe he hates me.

Oh how I hope that's not what it is.

Just thinking of it pained me.. for the first time, I was genuinely happy meeting good friends. I forgot all about my bullies and the tough times I had at school. And Edmund.. I felt like I could finally be myself, and that was all because of him.

Truth is.. I fell for him.

I wish I could tell him that, but either way I'm afraid. I don't want to ruin what we have right now. But a part of me wants him to know how I truly feel.

Suddenly I remembered the little smile he gave me before he sat down for dinner.

Flashback to the night before

"What's taking them so long?" Lucy furrowed her eyes curiously.

Susan shrugged.

All that was running in my head was if Edmund was okay. I left him hanging there. Without even asking if he wanted to talk about it. I ran a hand through my hair letting out a sigh of frustration.

Lucy looked at me worriedly, "y/n? Is everything alright?"

Smiling at her reassuringly I replied, "yeah, yeah Lucy.. I'm okay.."

Suddenly Peter came running in laughing.

"PETER!" I heard Edmund shout, coming in right after him. The two letting out strings of laughter.

Lucy and Susan exchanged confused glances, "what took you two so long?" Susan glanced back and forth between them.

"Oh nothing..." Peter sent a wink in Edmund's direction to which Edmund returned a rather disgusted look.

Taking their seats, Edmund gave me a soft smile and sat right in front of me.

I guess he's okay?...

And we proceeded on with dinner.

End of flashback.

Just picturing his smile gave me butterflies, even though I wasn't sure what he hid behind it.

I really hope he'd visit me when I go back. I'll miss being under the same roof with him of course. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

I got up. Adjusting my clothes, I went up to the door. Opening it to reveal Susan, "Good morning y/n!"

"Good morning Su!"

"Big day huh?" she grinned at me, to which I returned a shy nod. She let out a hearty laugh in response, "well, go wash up.. breakfast will be ready in a bit."

I smiled at her, "okay Su.." I watched her close the door behind her, only soon after to hear someone knock once again.

Opening the door I was greeted by.. oh here comes the butterflies.

Edmund.

For a second I felt like time stopped. Ahhh. What is he doing to me?

My cheeks began to heat up. This was not anything new of course. He always had this way.. to make me blush by just the littlest things he did.

I began to observe every little detail. His dark brown hair, wet and slightly tousled. He was wearing a striped blue and white shirt, clad in blue jeans. His lips soft and a peachy pink. A soft smile delivered from them.

Getting captivated by his chocolate brown eyes, I smiled unknowingly.

Edmund broke the silence clearing his throat, "y/n?"

"Hmm? Yeah?" I replied, still stuck admiring him, in my own little world.

"Like what you see?" he smirked.

I snapped out of my thoughts. Did I hear that right? He was smirking, and that was not making things any better honestly. I let out a nervous laugh, averting my eyes, "umm y-yeah I mean no! I mean no, yes ah... you I.."

God why was I stammering so much?! There was nothing I wanted at that moment, more than to just go back to admiring him. I felt the blood rush upto my cheeks.

He chuckled, "good morning y/n."

I stood there for a second processing what he said, "oh yeah, g-good morning Ed.." he laughed. My smile dropped a little. Why was he acting like this?

This didn't go unnoticed by Edmund, "is something the matter?"

This is your chance, ask him y/n.

"Hmm? Y/n?"

"I-I thought you were mad at me.." I whispered but it was enough for him to hear.

"Why would I be mad at you?"

"Umm.."

"Well?" he raised an eyebrow.

I took a breath and began to ramble, "I just... Iwantedtotalktoyoulastnightbutyouleftsoonwithoutsayi-

He took my hands in his chuckling, "slow down love."

Looking at our latched hands, I couldn't stop the little smile forming on my face, "I'm sorry.. should-should I repeat that?"

He shook his head, "I know.. I'm sorry for leaving abruptly like that. I just, I had a lot in my head at that moment." Letting go of one of my hands he placed a hand on my cheek ever so gently, "I wasn't mad at you love.."

A sense of relief washed over me. Suddenly I felt a stinging pain on my cheek.

"Ouch! ED!!" I whined, he squeezed my cheek. He burst out laughing and I could only pout at him in response.

Soon enough his laughter was replaced by a smile. The smile that I absolutely adored. He stood there, staring at me.

"What is it Ed?" I stiffled a laugh.

No response. He just stood there, with a smile still plastered on his face. For a second I forgot that he had a hand on my cheek until I felt the other come up in result, cupping my face.

"Umm Ed? A-a-are you?" my throat began to feel awfully dry. Clearing my throat I tried again, "are you okay?"

He came a little closer to me.

I wanted to back away, but my body kept refusing to move. So I stood there, literally stuck in that position.

"Y/n I..." he gently bit his lip, eyes fluttering down to my lips for a millisecond and back to my eyes. He leaned in a little closer.

I felt like I could melt at the close proximity. Wanting to close the space between us, I leaned in too. Our lips just inches apart.

My eyes fluttered close.

That was it.

In just a matter of seconds, his lips were brushing against mine. I felt like a million fireworks just got lit up inside of me. Sparks of electricity, I felt like I was on cloud 9. It was like a dream come true.

His hand moving behind my head to push me closer, deepening the kiss.

"Ed, Peter's calli-" I heard a familiar voice, her words stopping halfway only to let out a squeal right after.

We pulled apart at once, looking everywhere but at eachother. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and he looked so flustered. Me being on the same page as him.

Lucy stood there wide eyed with a huge grin on her face.

"What was that Lucy? Peter called? Oh yeah okay!!" Edmund ran out of the room in just the blink of an eye.

I was blushing furiously. My fingers touching my lips unconsciously. I missed the feeling already. Lucy ran upto me squealing, pulling me into a hug, "oh my gosh y/n!!! I KNEW IT! YOU BOTH LIKE EACHOTHER!"

Laughing I hugged her back. Her enthusiasm was just so adorable.

"I'm soo happy for you both!!" she pulled away from me, eyes literally sparkling with joy. "Are you both like.. a thing now?"

"Umm well honestly, I-I'm not sure Lu.."

Her smiled faltered, "what do you mean you don't know?"

"Well everything just happened so fast."

"You didn't confess your feelings?"

I stood there in silence for a while, "no.."

She intertwined our hands together, "well, he'll have to after that." she widened her eyes kind of in a look of realisation. "Oh no! It's probably my fault.. I'm sorry for walking in like that.."

"No, no Lu! Of course it's not because of you," I gave her a reassuring smile which she glady returned.

"Well, I must say you're lucky.." I tilted my head at her in confusion. "Ed doesn't really express his feelings like that at once. The fact that he's more positive when he's around you is just.. it's amazing. I can tell he likes you a lot."

"R-really? You think so?"

"I know so! And you should be knowing that by now too. Especially after what happened just now," she giggled.

I turned away blushing.

"Come on, let's go get breakfast!"

Edmund's Pov

"I kissed her."

"YOU WHAT?!" Peter looked at me with a mixture of shock and amusement.

"I-I-ah she must be hating me now!" I ruffled my hair furiously.

"Of course not Ed..." Susan said rather calmly. She was surprised at first but claimed that she 'saw it coming'. Except not me kissing her like that. "If it's anything, I sure she's just as happy as you right now.."

"I don't know what came over me.. I couldn't hold back. I just.."

She was there.. she looked so adorable all flustered. Her lips looked so plushy I just couldn't resist. I really wanted her to know how I felt, being too shy to actually tell her how I feel.

As if reading my thoughts Peter spoke up, "you wanted to show her how you feel.."

I glanced at him immediately. He wiggled his eyebrows at me. "You love her," he said rather cheekily.

Trying to give him a nasty look, I failed. I just couldn't stop smiling at the thought of hearing her say she feels the same.

"Well, now that she knows something about how you feel.. you should confess to her before we take her home.." Susan said looking up from her book.

"You think she'll say yes?" my thoughts flooding with multiple possibilities.

"Why wouldn't she?"

"She didn't pull away did she?" Peter laughed. I just groaned shaking my head, covering my face in embarrassment.

"Well, if she didn't.. that's a good sign." I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking up to see Peter smiling at me, "trust me, she likes you.. I'm pretty sure everyone in this house knows that by now." Well that was.. reassuring.

Though obviously Lucy saw it with her own eyes.

"Bold of you to make that move though."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I frowned at him. Susan stiffled a laugh while Peter shrugged giving me a goofy grin.

"Ughhh..." I looked away. Smiling to myself, I touched my lips. That was amazing.

Oh my gosh. Is this getting cheesier each chapter or is it just me? 😂

Edmund :- yes I agree, you are making me look cheesier than I seem.

Author nim :- oh you.. shush!

Edmund :- getting mad now are we?

Author nim :- *ignores*

Edmund :- you can't ignore me!

Well I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! How do you think Ed would confess to y/n? Stay tuned to find out! Love you all and stay safe ❤️

To be continued... <3

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Entangled (Spencer Reid x femReader) [Ch.7]

Summary: You don’t know how it happened. One moment you were watching Criminal Minds, and the next moment you were literally in the show. Can Spencer be the key to helping you find your way back home?

Warnings: minor character death, mentions of su*cide, bad explanations of quantum mechanics, bad words, sexual situations, the usual criminal minds-type content

A/N: Today I googled if “thirst trap” was a noun. Do me a favor and read this one with your favorite Spencer Reid gif in mind. I’m excited to see what you all think about this one. 

Word Count: 6,174

Chapter 1.  Chapter 2.  Chapter 3.  Chapter 4. Chapter 5.  Chapter 6.  Chapter 7. Chapter 8.  Chapter 9.  Chapter 10.  Chapter 11.

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{smut warning for this chapter} —————————————————— 3 weeks later.

You were frustrated.

Frustrated because living with Spencer Reid was, for lack of a better term, a thirst trap. The show never even touched on this side of him, and you were sure he knew what he was doing.

For 3 weeks you shared his bed and at this point you both had decided that the left side was yours. You'd never found sharing a bed with someone as awkward, it's only awkward when one person acts like it is. Spencer left you sexually frustrated, without fail, every night; that, was awkward.

It started in the mornings when he woke you up with butterfly light kisses on your face, neck, and shoulders. He never went beyond that and if you moaned, it went ignored. You both would take turns showering. You would go first so you could have more time to do your makeup and hair. Spencer went second, and boy-oh-boy, it was a mistake to let that become a habit because he came out of that steamy hot bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist every. single. morning.; hair dripping wet.

You'd catch sight of him as you did your makeup, causing you to do stupid things like smearing your lipstick, drawing your eyeliner wing crooked, and poking your eye with the mascara wand. Sometimes you were doing your hair and burned yourself with a straightener, or snapped a hairband against your hand.

Spencer knew what he was doing, you saw his smirk every time he retreated to his bedroom to dress. You both alternated on who made breakfast, when you did, it was a difficult task. Spencer couldn't keep his hands to himself, holding his arms around your middle as you fried an egg, or as you toasted bread. He would only leave you to make the coffee. Mornings were when Spencer Reid was bold.

During the day, you would drive the both of you to work. He wasn't so obvious there, but somehow he knew the subtle things he did there that got your attention.

When researching, or doing paperwork at your desk, you often had to ask him for help. You weren't technically qualified to even work here. He never seemed to mind, actually he liked to help you. He would lean over your shoulder with both hands around you on the desk and point things out while dipping his head low; nearly whispering words in your ear. He knew his voice got to you. He watched you shudder.

Sometimes you got so worked up you would have to ask him to go over things again. At the roundtable meetings, he would turn to the writing board, explaining whatever about a case, and put his hands in his pockets. This sounds like his normal behavior, but when he did the pocket thing it made his pants a lot tighter and you struggled to keep your eyesight up. You swore he flexed when he did it too. Whenever the discussion would go above your level of education and you zoned out, your eyesight would lower, Spencer would turn around and ask you a question. You'd stammer out some words. Everyone would turn to look at you and away from him, which is when he would smirk mischievously at you.

Days were when Spencer Reid made you feel like working at the BAU wouldn't be so difficult.

At night, he would often order take-out. You both would wind down, sometimes with a movie, sometimes he would put a record on and teach you how to play chess, sometimes you both would sit on his couch as he talked and talked about any topic that he thought you would find interesting. You adored these nights because this is when you really had a chance to learn about Spencer Reid the person, not the character.

Sometimes he would show you an odd item he owned and go into a tangent about its history, it's history related to other history, etc. You could tell he loved it when you told him you could listen to him go on about any subject and never grow tired of it.

Knowing you had trouble sleeping, when you both retired to bed Spencer would hold you, kiss you, and read to you. He had this talent for making any story immersive with just his voice.

Nights were when Spencer Reid made you fall, impossibly, more in love with him.

And the cycle repeated. Yet, he never seemed interested in taking things further than making out on his couch.

Today, you hoped to get him back for the 3 weeks of teasing that was eventually going to leave you with a permanent blush. Of course when you say 'get him back' you don't mean you'll make him do anything he isn't ready for, you were just going to give him a little show. Give him a taste of his own medicine.

It was date night, and while you had been on a few of the basic dinner and movie dates, Spencer promised this one was going to be special and different. You weren't exactly prepared for how "different" it was going to be, but you got the picture when he blindfolded you in the car.

You wore a dress that was form fitting, short, and had a sweetheart neckline that showed off your shoulders and chest. You were pulling all the stops tonight, dark stockings and high heels included. You topped it all off with your favorite perfume.

You knew Spencer was awed as soon as you walked out of his bedroom, which you had forbidden him to enter as you got ready. You also knew he had a thing for your neck and shoulders, so the sweetheart neckline was a showstopper. You just hoped you hadn't overdressed for this surprise date. Spencer was in an outfit that was pretty much just his work clothes. You didn't think he owned much else, so you thought nothing of it.

You got out of the car and he led you through a door. You were inside of a building now, you knew because the air warmed up and your heels echoed. The place was empty and, otherwise, dead silent. You heard Spencer press a button, followed by the familiar sounds of an elevator. "Where are you taking me?" You laughed. You loved surprises and Spencer had seemed pretty excited about this one.

"You'll know in 60 seconds." He answered, helping you get inside the elevator. As you stood, waiting, he wrapped his arm around you and started to tap on your shoulder. You knew this was his nervous fidgeting.

Did he not know you would be happy no matter where he took you? Except, maybe, a large body of water. You trusted that he would never let you near one again.

The elevator chimed and you heard the doors open. Spencer helped you through, walking you through another door. This is when he stopped you. He stood behind you and gently untied the blindfold, which was actually just a tie of his. Your eyes adjusted to the lights.

"What are we doing here?" You laughed, turning around.

Poor Spencer looked beyond nervous, nearly bouncing with energy. You just didn't understand why he took you to the BAU when you were there nearly every day. This wasn't the best typical date spot in town.

"I-um." He swallowed. "When you got here you told me, in your old life, you wanted to be an actress and you were going to audition for Criminal Minds. I know it was your favorite tv show and you missed out on all of that when you woke up here." He reached down into his desk and pulled out a booklet of green papers.

"You didn't get a chance to prove yourself as an actress, so I-I thought, since we have the real thing here, and you have me-" He gave you the booklet and you flipped it open, eyes going wide. "We could act out a scene together." Spencer eyed you, waiting for a reaction.

"Spencer this is- I don't have the words. You wrote a Criminal Minds script?"

Spencer nodded, pursing his lips.

"We don't have to do it, I just thought-"

"No! No Spence, it-it's perfect." You smiled and flipped through the pages. "Tell me the synopsis."

Spencer cleared his throat. "Agent Y/N and Agent Reid have to work after hours. I think that's all you need to know; it's simple, and not very long."

"I like simple."

"Good." Spencer smiled and kissed your cheek. You blushed at his confidence.

"Don't you have a script?"

"Eidetic memory." He tapped his temple.

"Ah. Right. Shall we begin?" You bit your lip, excited.

"Sure, do you want to count down and say 'action'?"

You nodded.

"3, 2, 1, action!"

Your eyes glanced back and forth to the script as you played out the scene.

Spencer sat at his desk, shuffling through papers.

"Dr. Reid." You strolled over and sat at the edge of his desk. He looked up.

"Explain to me again how our unsub was able to pull off all of this in one night." It wasn't in the script, but you crossed your legs making the skirt of your dress pull up until it was absurdly short. You silently prayed Hotch wasn't hiding out in his office working after hours. This would look like the beginning of a fanfiction porn plot.

Spencer twirled his pencil, flicking his eyes down when he thought you were looking at the script.

"Actually I don't think our unsub was acting alone. Remember the box of ticket stubs located at the first hideout? Those were momentos; kept in pairs. I believe we're dealing with 2 unsubs, a couple."

"Star-crossed lovers- a new age Bonnie and Clyde." You pretended to think it over.

Spencer nodded and stood up, walking up to a board he must have set up before leaving work.

"Based on the geographical locations of the crime scenes and hide outs, we can see that they're making their way west."

"Will they cross state lines?" You walked up next to him.

"There's a high probability they will, yes."

"Can we confidently say that one is the aggressor and one is just tagging along?"

"Yes, in cases with couples like these, typically the male is the aggressor. For example, Bonnie and Clyde. Clyde had a history of committing crimes long before he met Bonnie. She only became a criminal after they became a couple."

"But why would the unsub's partner go along with these killings willingly?"

Spencer turned to look at you.

"Love. History says Bonnie fell in love with Clyde and that's why she stuck by him as his partner; though he was a terrible criminal. He made multiple failed attempts at robbing banks. Clyde actually wrecked their car at one point, nearly killing her with these 3rd degree burns that nearly lost her a leg. She was also struck by bullets multiple times, but still she stayed by his side. We know he loved her too because a smart, or ruthless, criminal would have left her behind after the leg injury. Clyde carried her around; sometimes she limped. She couldn't properly walk for the rest of her short life."

"Devotion, idolization, justification. These unsubs are recreating the Bonnie and Clyde crimes. I can't agree that it's love that drives them, though."

"Why is that?"

"When you love someone, you want what's best for them. You'd never put them in harms way. If Clyde really loved Bonnie, he would have never taken her along with their gang in the first place."

Spencer slowly nodded, eyes scanning the map.

"I suppose a better word for their relationship would be 'obsession.'"

"If you were in the male unsub's position, what would you do, Dr. Reid?"

"I'd protect her." He looks at you again. "I'd turn myself in, admit that everything was my wrongdoing."

"Hmm," you hummed.

"Have you ever been in love, Agent Y/N? You seem to know a lot on the subject."

"Yes, in fact. I have."

"May I ask with whom?" He smiled, slyly. Some script, he was baiting you.

"Yes. If you promise me we can take a break from this. We've been working all night. You promised me dinner, Dr. Reid." You poked his chest.

"I didn't think all this talk of murder would work up much of an appetite." He laughed.

"We've worked here long enough, catching murderers is normal. " You smoothed your hand up his chest, this action was definitely not in the script. Spencer's eyes narrowed.

"We could raid the snacks in the break room, then get right back to work." He recited.

"We could," your words and actions no longer followed the script. "-Or we can stay here."

"Why would we stay here?" That wasn't his line. He was playing along; he was intrigued.

You held up your phone and scrolled through your music until you found something old and romantic. You pressed play and set it on your desk.

"Dance with me Doctor." You held out your hand to Spencer. It was your turn to do the cheesy romantic gesture.

He blushed, taking your hand. He was trying to figure out if you were going to return to the script or not.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your waist. You made sure to press your chest closely to his. He was much taller than you and you devilishly knew, as he looked down, he would get an eyeful.

You danced through the first song. "Dr. Reid I have to admit something." You said breathily as you both swayed.

"Yes?" He swallowed, thickly.

"I've liked you for a very long time now."

"Have you?"

"Mmhmm. Do you not feel me watching you as you work across from me? Do you not hear my intake of breath every time you lean over my shoulder and whisper case information in my ear? Do you not see the way I bite my pens when I feel your eyes on me? I've wanted you for a long time now, Dr. Reid."

"Really?" His eyes trailed lower for a moment. You played with the hairs at the back of his neck.

"Yes, in fact, I'm sure that I'm in love with you."

"I-I love you too Y/N." He finally broke character.

"You do? How much? Will you show me?" You kept up the sultry act.

He nodded and drew his hand up to your cheek. He ran his thumb along your bottom lip before slowly leaning in.

Just before his lips were going to meet yours he paused, your noses barely touching. "I would, but I do owe you dinner."

You held your breath, more prepared for dessert than dinner.

He pulled away, but not before nonchalantly brushing his hand that was placed on your waist, over your ass. You bit your lip, not wanting to give away the goosebumps it gave you. He had never been so obvious.

"Dinner then, Dr. Reid?"

"Right this way, madame."

You took his hand, giggling at his courteous behavior. You expected him to lead you out, but instead he led you to the roundtable room. What else did this man have planned? And how the hell did he convince Hotch to approve of this?

"It's nothing fancy, but-" He opened the door to reveal the room dimly lit by candles. A tablecloth covered the table and two seats were placed next to each other in front of it. A bottle of wine, some glasses, and two plates sat in front of the chairs. A main dish sat in the middle, covered by a cloche.

"Spencer, how did you set this up?" You broke your sultry character.

He pulled out your chair for you before sitting in his own.

"Garcia was staying late, she practically volunteered. She left just before we arrived," he explained.

"I'm having a romantic dinner date in the roundtable room. What even is my life?" You mumbled to yourself.

Spencer laughed, uncovering the food plate. He served a spicy grilled salmon and side-salad that had Garcia's jalapeño-infused cooking written all over it. You reminded yourself to thank her at work.

As Spencer served the food, you poured the wine.

You took the first bite, moaning at the flavor. It went well with the expensive wine.

You giggled at how red Spencer's face became as he ate the spicy food.

"Thank you for this, Spence. This is honestly the best date I've ever been on." You sipped your wine.

"You've said that after all of our dates." He grinned.

"That's because you always outdo yourself, and we've only been on 4. How can you possibly top this?"

"I'll think of something."

"No, next time is my turn. I'm romancing you." You pointed.

"We'll see about that."

You both finished your food and cleaned up. Placing most of it into the break room.

You felt warm and cuddly from the wine, you hugged Spencer close to you as you made your way out of the building.

"Did you mean it?" Spencer asked as he drove you both home to his place.

"Mean what?"

"You pine for me at work." He smirked.

"I did not say that!" You blushed, furiously. "I do NOT pine for you."

"Then what would you call it?" You thought for a moment, slyly smiling to yourself as you thought of an answer.

You placed your hand on Spencer's thigh. "I crave you, I ache for you, I touch myself at the thought of you." You spoke breathily, doing your best impression of a sexy Marilyn Monroe.

Spencer nearly slammed his foot on the breaks, looking at you wide-eyed. You'd never been this bold before.

"These last 3 weeks of living with you, I've gone to sleep next to you every night thinking of what your hands, wrapped around me, would feel like if they just trailed a little bit lower." This wasn't a lie. To emphasize, you trailed your hand on him, lower, to his thigh. He gasped and gripped the wheel.

"I-I've wanted you too, Y/N," Spencer stammered; his knuckles going pale. Luckily, you had already arrived at his apartment in one piece.

"Then why don't you do something about it?" You asked, getting out of the car before he could answer. You moved your hips as you walked, smiling to yourself. You'd never felt this confident, sexy, and wanted before.

Spencer caught up with you when you reached his door, struggling to unlock it. You walked in first, stopping in front of his bedroom door and turning around.

"The first night I slept here you told me you wanted to take care of me." You said as you dropped your purse on a nearby table. You turned around to see Spencer was carefully watching your every movement; hanging on to your every word.

"Do you still want to take care of me, Spencer?" You asked. This was an invitation, he could turn you down if he wanted to.

You watched him kick off his shoes at the door and remove his jacket. He walked towards you and threw it behind you, onto the couch.

"Yes, I do." He placed his hands on your hips, lightly tracing.

Your hands roamed up his chest and over his shoulders.

"Then I'm all yours." You whispered. You were honestly curious to see if he would take initiative.

Spencer leaned in, kissing you softly. He pulled back and you felt his heavy breathes on your tingling lips.

He slowly inched his hand up your back as he chased your lips again, still keeping the pressure soft.

He trailed his tongue along your lips and you granted him access, meeting in the middle, not escalating the slow pace at all. Meanwhile, he pulled the zipper of your dress down. His slow movements made your head spin in anticipation. You couldn't hold back your soft sigh when he trailed his hand flat up your bare back.

He smoothed his hands over your shoulders, making your sleeves fall down your arms. Your dress piled to the floor.

He grew more aggressive with his kissing as he ran his hands over your body. He groaned as he lightly squeezed your ass and you yearned to hear him do it again.

You undid his tie, tossing it over your shoulder, followed by his vest. He trailed his kisses down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. You gasped, your eyes rolling back for a moment. The stubble on his chin and the warmth of his breath left red hot marks of desire on your skin. You somehow managed to unbutton his shirt and toss it to the floor.

You pulled him closer, wanting to feel his skin against yours. This was a far cry from the night he held you, half-nude, to save your life. Though, you felt like if he didn't touch your neglected core soon, you would die.

You lowered your arms feeling the skin of his chest. No, Spencer Reid did not have abs, but he didn't need them, he was sexy in his own way.

"Bedroom." He mumbled between wet kisses that were definitely going to leave behind marks.

You stepped out of your heels and he moved his hands behind your thighs. He coaxed you to jump and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He returned his attention to your lips, kissing you deeper. He stumbled to his room. You fought the urge to laugh at his clumsy movements. The movements of his tongue against yours made you almost instantly forget.

He tossed you onto the bed and you bounced. You giggled and bit your lip; watching him stand at the edge. He trailed his eyes over your body, licking his lips as he took off his belt and work pants.

Your heartbeat raced and your core pulsed as you anticipated his next move.

"You're beautiful, Y/N. I-I want to remember you like this." He knelt in front of your legs on the bed, taking in the image of you sprawled out and heavily breathing, wanting only for him.

"I want to remember you too." You replied, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him. His neck and torso were a blushing rosy red, sweat was already forming. His chest rose and fell as he caught his own breath. His hair was already ruined, but you wanted to see just how ruined it could look.

"I truly think you're the most gorgeous man I've ever seen, Spencer," you sounded breathless.

His blushed skin deepened red.

Obviously, he was used to being the 'pretty boy' of the crew, but no one had called him gorgeous and looked at him like he was the statue of David come to life.

Spencer crawled up your body, you opened your legs so he could come closer.

A gasp, followed by a loud moan, escaped your lips as he leveraged more of his weight on top of you. You could feel him, hardening against your core, through the fabric that still separated you. He placed open-mouthed kisses up your neck until he reached your lips.

You honestly did not expect him to take so much initiative.

He coaxed opened your mouth and trialed the tip of his tongue under yours, oddly making you shudder. Where did he learn a sneaky move like that?

You couldn't help yourself, you pulled his hair a little; not enough to hurt. He moaned, his hips moving forward of their own accord. Your back arched and your head fell back at the contact it gave your swollen clit.

"Spencer," you grunted through your teeth, eyes squeezing shut. He must have liked your reaction, because he shifted his hips forward again. He was going to drive you insane.

"Yes?" He bit his lip.

"Please, I need you." You wanted to cry. You needed him to hold you closer. You needed him to pin you down. You needed him inside you. You needed to feel him everywhere. You needed him to love you. You needed him to stay and never leave you. You needed him in every way. His eyes glazed over your face, you felt like he could read your every thought.

"I know, I need you too. Just wait a little longer. I want to make this last." He whispered.

He reached behind you and unhooked your bra, gently bringing the straps over your shoulders. He broke eye contact and brought his right hand up; tracing over your nipple. Both of you breathed a little heavier as it peaked at his ministrations. He leaned his head down and- He's going to be the end of me. I'm actually going to implode.

His lips wrapped around your nipple. He twirled his tongue around and lightly grazed his teeth over the sensitive bud.

His other hand moved to knead and softly pinch your left breast. You felt him, warm and throbbing against your core, he was enjoying this as much as you were. He turned his attentions back and forth between each breast.

"Fuck, Spence-Spencer I- you- that feels so good." Your sentences grew incoherent. You tugged and raked your hand through his hair, your other hand grasping the bedsheets just to remind yourself that you weren't floating on a cloud or something.

The coffee and woodsy-vanilla that surrounded you made you forget your own name. Your whole body was warm and covered by Spencer's; it made you feel safe. Nothing could ever hurt you here. You wanted more. You couldn't stand any more of this torture. After 3 weeks of teasing, and many years alone, you were beyond horny, almost primally so.

He continued pinching, licking, nipping and sucking at your nipples. An excruciatingly good combination. You trailed your fingertips down his abdomen, his stomach flexing as you trailed lower. You skipped the teasing and slipped your hand under his waistband. Your fingertips stroking his softest skin.

"Mmm. I thought I said to wait," he grunted, his voice deepening as his hips bucked against your touch. He took your wandering hand and held it against your other one; holding them down over your head.

Is Spencer dominant in the bedroom? No, he couldn't be-

"Fuck. I-I can't- I can't wait. Please, Spencer." You gasped, hooking your legs around him for more contact where you needed it most. He smiled wide as if you had just complimented him.

Spencer reached his other hand down and held your hips to the bed. He kept eye contact. His eyes were dark and full of lust; something you'd never seen on him before, but he wore the look well.

He moved his hand on your hip away and your arms jerked against his hold as you felt it return, lower. His finger traced down your slit through your panties. You were soaking for him and you knew he could feel it.

He hooked his fingers over your panties and slid them off, leaving you exposed to the cold air. You hissed at the sensation.

God, will the teasing ever end?

"You should see yourself, so ready, begging for me." Spencer smirked. He was using his secret weapon, which he already knew drove you crazy. His voice.

"I wonder just how desperate I can make you become." He lowered his head to circle his tongue over your left nipple. His fingers circled and slid along your slit.

"Can I make you cum without touching you?" He stopped touching you, leaving your body buzzing with anticipation.

"Can I make you cum with just my voice?" He whispered in your ear. Your back arched, yup he could definitely pull that off.

"Answer me," he ordered, keeping his tone soft, but domineering.

"Yes!" You cried out, lost in all the senses he was assaulting. You'd never wanted someone so much in your life.

He looked in your eyes, you were almost afraid of what that genius brain of his was thinking.

"Spencer!" You screamed as he began to rub quick circles over your throbbing clit. It was too much, too fast.

"I'm going to have you tonight, don't worry, but I want to see you cum first," he whispered; moving one hand to move your hair behind your ear.

"Cum for me."

You were so close already, he didn't have to ask twice. Your body convulsed and your back arched as you cried out his name. He watched you, mouth open and breathing softly against your face. You felt hot tears well up as he didn't stop his circling motions. Wave after wave of pleasure worked up your spine. You would've been blinded by it if you didn't keep your eyes on his.

You were lost in him, everything was Spencer Reid.

Your body finally relaxed and he stopped. He moved his hand lower and dipped a single digit into you. The evidence of what he had made you do was clear.

He arched his finger, easily adding another. Your body, still sensitive, began to respond to him again. He crooked his fingers in and out, seeking out the spot he knew would make you scream his name again.

Your legs began to shake.

"Spencer. I-I'm close again. I need you please- just- please. I need to feel you inside me. I need you closer." A tear fell down your cheek. This time he listened. He removed the last piece of fabric separating you two. He held your ankle, moving your legs.

"Should I-" He began.

"I-I have an IUD and I'm clean. If you're good, then we're good," you stuttered. You weren't sure if you were even forming full sentences, but you were confident his Phd's would help him figure it out.

Spencer understood and nodded, bracing himself above you.

He suddenly stopped and leaned down to kiss you.

"I know I say it a lot, but I love you, Y/N," he spoke.

"I love you so so much, Spence."

He lined himself up and slowly pressed into you. The dull pain was practically non-existent from the amount of teasing he had just put you through.

Your legs shook as he bottomed out. Spencer groaned, dropping his forehead to rest against yours. His hair hiding your view of the outside world.

You could feel the effect you were having on his body; his arms shook on either side of you.

He gave you time to adjust and time for himself to catch his breath. Then he lifted his head and delicately kissed you.

"Fuck. You feel so good Y/N," he whispered. It was truly a rarity to hear Spencer Reid cuss, and you can't say it didn't get you going.

He slowly lifted his hips then brought them against you; filling you again. Connecting with you as close as he physically could.

He lazily thrusted as your body grew more and more welcoming to him. He filled you up so well. You tightened around him briefly to feel more.

A growl formed at the back of his throat. "If you keep doing that I'm not going to last long." He reached down to squeeze your thigh and lift your leg higher.

Your eyes rolled back as he managed to thrust deeper into you.

He picked up his speed.

At this angle, every thrust made him brush against your clit. He must've known this, he began circling his hips with each thrust inside of you.

He lay his palm flat against your pelvis, feeling himself brushing against your cervix.

You were a mess of incoherent moans at this point. He lowered his head to your neck and you heard him grunting in your ear with each thrust. You began to meet his hips with yours, making him move faster. He changed direction slightly and brushed up against your deepest bundle of nerves. Your back arched and he gasped.

He slid his arm under you, keeping you arched in that angle. He lifted his head to watch you.

"Ah. Spencer, I'm- Ah I'm close." You nearly sang his praises with your high pitched moans.

You raked your nails over his back. "Me too." He reached down and circled his thumb over your clit, applying a pulsing pressure.

Your jaw fell open and your brows furrowed as you moaned his name. He dropped his head to your neck again and you kissed his jawline. You watched his shoulders tense, loving the sight of his back arching and his muscles flexing under your hands. Someday you hoped to trace and connect all the small freckles there.

He doubled-down his efforts, jackhammering into you. Your vision blurred and the last thing you remembered was that coffee and woodsy-vanilla scent as he pushed you over the edge again. You came without warning, holding him against you like a lifeline tethering you to reality.

You felt him twitch inside of you, your body tightening around him. His hips stuttered. He came just as suddenly; coating your inner walls and moaning your name.

He thrusted a few more times, your orgasm still coming in shockwaves. He didn't stop until your body had milked him dry.

His body shook with aftershocks and he nearly collapsed all of his weight on top of you. You felt him breathing, hot, against your neck. You were in no better shape, eyes half lidded and covered in sweat. You traced your nails between Spencer's shoulder blades. His overworked muscles twitched in response.

"Wow," was all you could manage to say.

Spencer groaned and lifted his head, his hair matted, going every which way. You raked your fingers through his hair, moving it back and out of his eyes.

"Worth the wait?" He asked.

You rested your palm on his cheek and pulled him down to kiss you. He kissed you as sensually as someone out of breath and exhausted could manage, and he didn't stop kissing you. You had to pull away first, beginning to feel the mess between your legs.

"Shower?" You suggested.

Spencer swallowed and nodded. "Shower."

It was a task to get there, but you both managed, and it was worth it when the water hit you. The mess between your legs washed away. Spencer held your waist and looked at you like you were the most important thing in the world.

"I love you." He stated, as you began to wash your hair. You stilled for a moment, taking everything in. If it wasn't for Spencer's reassuring touch, this would all feel like a dream.

"I love you too." You smiled, reaching up to kiss him; he leaned down and met you halfway.

When both of you were cleaned and dried, Spencer gave you one of his shirts to wear to bed. You couldn't help how giddy the gesture made you feel. He wanted to see you in his shirt.

You joined him in bed. Tonight, you were both too exhausted for him to read to you. His post-sex voice also had the sexiest scratchiness to it and you didn't want to go to bed horny another night.

"Tonight was perfect, Spencer," you whispered against his chest, noting his uncharacteristic silence.

"It was." He agreed, playing with your hair.

"How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself at work tomorrow when I know what you're capable of?" You happily traced his skin.

Spencer laughed, his chest rumbling under you.

"Hey, at least you don't have an eidetic memory. I can picture every second, clear as day." He mumbled, brushing his fingers along your neck.

"Mmm, as long as I'm not the only one that has to suffer tomorrow." You yawned, growing tired.

"No, I promise you, we'll both have to suffer tomorrow."

You fell asleep in his arms, absolutely full of love for Spencer Reid.

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You were exhausted, barely coming to, when you felt the bed dip. Arms slid under you and lifted you.

Spencer, ever the romantic; carrying you to the kitchen for breakfast so you wouldn't have to walk.

You felt yourself slip out of consciousness again, cuddling up to his chest. You knew you were safe in his arms. He would never drop you.

When you finally came to, you rubbed your tired eyes.

You stretched, feeling the couch cushions underneath your legs. You yawned and opened your eyes, expecting the sight of smoke as Spencer usually burned the toast.

Except the ceiling above you held cracks and lit a blue hue reflected by a television.

Your eyes widened as they landed on a television screen.

The Criminal Minds intro was playing.

You were in your old apartment.

"No." You whispered.

"No. No. No. NO." This had to be a nightmare.

You jumped up, stumbling over the coffee table legs.

You ran around your tiny apartment, looking for any sign of Spencer. Then you heard his voice.

It was him, on the tv. An episode of Criminal Minds was airing, and you felt farther away from him than you ever had before. You fell to the floor next to your coffee table.

You watched Spencer Reid on tv in tears, knowing it wasn't your Spencer Reid, and you had no idea how to get back to him.

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Sacrifice

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Warnings: Angst, canon compliant trauma, mentions of rape Pairing/s: Emily Prentiss x OFC, Spencer Reid x OFC

Authors Note: I originally wanted to rewrite the end of season 13 episode 1, the wheels up speech Emily gives in it felt all wrong but Olivias narritive kept dragging me back a few episodes so here we are. This is total indulgence of my OC but I hope you enjoy it.

Word count: 4725 AO3

When Emily called to let you know she wouldn’t be home tonight you could hear the worry in her voice loud and clear. Grabbing your satchel and car keys you made your way to Quantico, stopping for a round of coffees for the team who you knew would be beside Emily in pulling an all-nighter. You wouldn’t have gotten any sleep at home anyway, the only time you seemed to rest was when Em slept in your arms and even that was broken and irregular. Unlike some of the others, you had personal experience with prisons, and you knew just how dangerous gen pop was for any member of law enforcement. Fury simmered not far below your surface that Spencer had ever been put in this position, a fury that was fuelled by the constant defeat of the teams' efforts to ensure the safety that should have been given to him as an FBI agent awaiting trial.

It didn’t help that the lawyer fighting for Spencer was shamelessly flirting with your wife at every opportunity. You’d caught her cosied up to Em on more than one occasion under the guise of discussing Spencer’s case. Realistically all Fiona Duncan was doing was speculating, and not very well considering how inept she had been in arguing for Spencer’s rights. A small part of you had smirked delightedly when Emily told you of her plan to go behind Fiona's back to a judge to try and do what Fiona should have done since day one. You weren’t proud of that part of you by any means and normally you weren’t the jealous type but Fiona rubbed you the wrong way and either couldn’t take a hint or was deliberately ignoring your attempts to get her to back off.

The rest of the day was a blur of coffee orders and food collection. They were making progress but time seemed to be speeding up and you all knew you wouldn’t get there before Emily had to meet the judge. Penelope was damn good and the prints you needed to prove Lindsay Vaughn had been in that hotel room in Mexico were almost within reach as you kissed your wife goodbye and begged her not to punch out what was sure to be an infuriating lawyer arguing against her in the judges' chambers. With the prints sourced and en route to the courthouse none of you could stay still and you found yourself in an SUV with Luke JJ and Penelope heading to the correctional facility Spencer was in, ready to act once the judge made her decision. Penelope had insisted you come, both Luke and JJ had access to the prison but she did not and was too wound up to be left alone for however long it would take her teammates to get him out of there.

The FBI plates ensured you a parking spot right outside the pedestrian gate to the prison and you sat in anxious silence awaiting Emily’s call and trying not to think about what might be happening to Spencer inside the walls of the building next to you. The news that the judge had agreed to his release came via a text to JJ that simply read ‘Green’. A gasp of relief was echoed in each of you, Luke and JJ springing from the car immediately and disappearing within the gates. Penelope was sobbing with relief and you had one hand in hers, squeezing and rubbing your thumb over her fingers while your other hand was clamped over your own face in an attempt to stem your own tears. Tissues were producers by both of you and you laughed as you helped each other dry your eyes and fix your make up. There was still so much to do to get Diana back, but the sweet relief had you on a cloud as you sat back in your seat, watching the prison for any signs of movement.

You still weren’t sure why you decided to tell Garcia about the kiss you’d shared with Spencer a few nights before he’d gone on that ill-fated trip to Mexico. You had been watching the doors intently as she worked on her laptop, no conversation was needed but it was almost like the approaching reunion demanded that at least one other person understood the context. You’d been writing to him daily, not wanting to take a visitation slot away from the team meant you’d seen him only twice since he’d been in there and neither time had allowed you anything near the proximity you’d shared that night. You’d brought him over take out from his favourite Thai place, taking the few hours between his mom going to sleep and his eventual submission to his own tiredness as a space for the two of you to explore the spark there was between you.

So far only Spencer and JJ knew of yours and Emily’s open relationship, and you didn’t think even JJ knew of the blossoming connection between her best friend and her other best friends wife. It was delicate, new and as precarious as a lit candle outdoors but you’d felt it the moment you’d met him and that last night you’d spent together he confessed he’d felt it too. You’d been hugging him goodnight just inside the door of his apartment, his face buried against the spot where your neck met your shoulder. For someone so averse to human contact he was holding on to the embrace a long time and you weren’t about to break it either. You had those butterflies that happen when something new, something good is forming and time seemed to stop as Spencer loosened his hold on you so he could cup your face and draw your lips to his. You had melted into the kiss, his lips moulding to your own as he walked you backwards until you were pressed up against the door. You’d moaned softly into the kiss then and he had responded with equal enthusiasm, his long fingers in your hair and at your waist. You had just run your own hands into his soft brown curls when his mom coughed in her sleep and sent you both springing apart like teenagers caught making out after curfew. Stifling your laughter behind a hand you’d waved goodbye to him as you walked down the stairs and out of his building.

Movement inside the gates caught your attention and you placed a hand on Penelope’s arm to alert her to the development. Climbing from the SUV you could see the three agents through the wire fence, matching looks of exhausted relief on their faces but none more so than on Spencer’s. You stood back as the final gate opened and he embraced Penelope. Spotting you hanging back beside the car but not wanting to let Penelope go just yet he held out a hand to you and the three of you merged into a strangely comforting side hug. Spencer pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and released you both so you could all pile into the large black SUV and head back to Quantico to find a way to rescue Spencer’s mom.

With JJ and Spencer gone back to his apartment to look for clues and the rest of the team en route to Lindsays location you sat nervously at the back of the bat cave and waited for news. Realising Mr Scratch wasn’t involved was a source of relief but as Cat Adams was explained to you by Garcia and you helped her set up the video link you found yourself praying that Spencer would be strong enough to get through being behind bars with the psycho bitch. You sat and watched nervously as the team worked and Spencer played Cats twisted game, Penelope periodically reaching for your hand when things got particularly dark. Twin lines of tears ran down your cheeks when she told him how Lindsay had dosed and raped him in Mexico and despite knowing that it didn’t fit the timeline of events he had remembered and was therefore unlikely to be true you still clung to Garcia and cried. And then suddenly it was just you and the technical analyst again, the team chasing down Lindsay and exposing Cat for the manipulative obsessed psycho she was. Tears of sorrow merged with those of joy when Diana was found safely and Spencer told Cat to watch him take his life back. You watched their reunion from a desk in the bullpen, the team needed their space, you’d have all the time in the world to hold Spencer later when this was all settled down.

You were all set to take a nap on Emily’s surprisingly comfortable office couch when an agent escorted Derek Morgan in, matching looks of confusion on your faces at the other's presence in the BAU unit chiefs office. You were laughing at a story about a bet involving your wife and tequila when she appeared at the door. ‘Derek Morgan, oh my god.’ The old friends embraced, and he ribbed her gently about upgrading both her job and her partner without telling him. He was filling Em in on a text he received from Garcia that sounded like a trap and set you all back on edge again. Heading back down to the break room you put on yet another pot of coffee and dreamed of the moment you could finally fall into bed with your wife and get some much-needed sleep.

Dishing out the coffee to the tired team who needed it a hell of a lot more than you did you retired back to Emily’s couch. Going home seemed like a rookie mistake, with the way this case was going you knew you’d end up back here for something so until you were leaving with Emily you were going to stay and make coffee and help. You had just closed your eyes when you were being shaken awake by a panicked Penelope and it took you both a few attempts to get on the same page. Something had happened to the SUVs the BAU was travelling in, none of them could be reached, none of them had called in in over 10 minutes now. You were fully set to run out of there and drive after them when she told you reinforcements in the form of Matt Simmons from the IRT were on the way. He knew the Scratch case, and even with four kids you were willing to bed he’d had more sleep than you and Penelope combined in the past week.

Scanning the dark road ahead for signs of anything out of the ordinary you let Garcia’s pleas for backup float over you as the SUV sped along the route the team had been travelling. You spotted the spikes first, and Matt slammed on the breaks, coming to a stop in front of them, looking further up the road you spotted two vehicles identical to the one you were in at odd angles and obviously damaged. There was one thing going through your exhausted brain as you flung yourself from the back of the SUV and ran towards the cars, ‘find Emily, find Emily.’ You passed Rossi who you could hear speaking to Garcia and Matt behind you as you frantically searched the first car for any sign of your wife. Luke was helping a blood-soaked JJ from the second car and you dashed past them to check it. She wasn’t there but Stephen Walker was, his neck at an unnatural angle. You knew him well, having been in the same field of work, albeit in different parts of the world. Emily had great respect for him and he’d been making progress with the case. You didn’t even notice the tears now sliding down your face as you tore your eyes from his lifeless body and continued looking for Emily. She wasn’t there and you were starting to panic.

Running down the road a ways you took in the scene lit by the headlights of your SUV and the arriving ambulances and police cars. She wouldn’t have been thrown from one of the cars, there was no sign of that, the crash looked to have been a relatively slow pace collision. You noticed something glimmer on the ground and leant down, turning on the torch on your phone for a better look. It was blood, fresh and there were a few more drops as you turned away from the crash site. They vanished in the middle of the road and it became crystal clear to you that Emily had left the scene in another vehicle and considering the state of the rest of the team and the presence of blood all the way back here you highly doubted it was by her own free will. Numbly you walked back into the melee of injured agents just as Rossi realised Emily was missing. Your head was spinning and the tears were soaking into your shirt. ‘She’s gone.’ You choked out, your voice cracking from emotion as well as exhaustion.

Pointing out the spot where you’d found blood to Matt and the police officers you took a moment letting all your grief, anger, fear and pain from the past 24 hours seep out of you in a wracking sob. When a paramedic tried to get you to sit down you composed yourself, agreeing to ride into the hospital with Rossi and the others and get checked out. Emily needed you at your best and right now you felt like you were like a phone down to its final 5%, liable to shut down at any moment. With Tara being rushed to the hospital and into surgery and Rossi having been knocked out by the crash you had no one to question about what had happened in their SUV in the moments after. ‘We’ll get her back kiddo, Emily’s made of strong stuff.’ You nodded along to Rossi’s words, knowing they were true but between the limited sleep of the past few days and the stress of recent events you just hoped she wasn’t going to crack under Scratches methods.

Spencer arrived at the hospital just as the ambulances did and he rushed to your side. ‘He’s got Emily, and we’ve no idea how hurt she is.’ You whispered as he held you tightly. You waited for him to break the hug, unwilling to deprive him after so many weeks locked up but when he did you sent him into JJ, she seemed rattled and needed him more than you did right now. You took a few breaths to try to calm the pounding of your heart and waved off the medic who approached you. You weren’t lying, you hadn’t been in the crash and even though you felt close to collapse you knew it would take too long to pick yourself back up again if you did. Spotting a vending machine you grabbed an energy drink and some off-brand health snack and forced yourself to finish both before going to find the others. Luke passed you, looking for Spencer and told you to go into Rossi who was alone in a room and obviously in pain. ‘You need to be treated Dave, where are the doctors?’ ‘No, wait, I need Luke and the kid first.’ They rushed in behind you and Rossi began giving them directions that were neither urgent nor making any kind of sense to any of you. Spencer muttered to Luke that they must have given Rossi something in the ambulance and was about to turn and go for a doctor but you stepped up between them and put a hand on each mans arm to stop them. You knew a coded message when you heard one, and you knew Rossi hadn’t been given anything yet. He nodded to you and you nodded back indicating you understood not to clarify verbally. You swallowed a laugh when he called them a pair of assclowns and the three of you walked out of the ER, all wondering what the hell you’d find in Rossi’s office.

You were relieved to see Spencer drove an older model car and hadn’t come in a Bureau SUV and after you climbed into the back you started riffling through your satchel, extracting a metal box from within the book you always kept in there. Luke and Spencer had begun to talk and you couldn’t risk that, not now. Opening the box you threw your phone in and thrust it forward between the two men, tapping their shoulders to get their attention. You took the earwig from Luke’s ear and crudely signed asking if they had more than one phone. When both men shook their heads you sealed the box and put it back in your bag, before turning back to their questioning faces. ‘The box blocks phone signal.’ Spencer caught on first and nodded but Luke was a harder sell. ‘Look I know you’re married to our unit chief and you worked with Emily in London but the only people I’ve ever known to carry a portable Faraday cage and homeland security and CIA. So which are you, Olivia?’ ‘You told me you were UK based, MI5?’ Spencer asked softly. Disclosing your previous status in British Intelligence went against a ton of guidelines and a very specific NDA you’d signed, only Emily as your spouse knew the full extent of your role there but you nodded to Spencer. ‘I was a liaison with Interpol, I’m technically still on their books and paranoia doesn’t vanish when you leave that kind of job. It’s like the military.’ Luke cut you off with a nod as Spencer pulled back out of the parking space and took off towards Quantico. ‘You never really leave.’ Luke said as he caught your eye and nodded.

Penelope was impressed with your Faraday cage, she had been ready to take your phones into one she’d gifted Rossi before you began delving into the locked drawer. Files upon files on Peter Lewis, Stephen really had been making progress, and you grabbed an armful along with the four others and went to find a free desk. When Spencer found the AH text and took off to the round table room you stayed close on his heels. He was right, Emily would never have let Hotch expose himself to help trap Scratch and from what you knew of Hotch through her you agreed that he never would have signed a text AH. Your brain glanced on a snippet of conversation you’d had with her about messaging apps and when Matt made the conclusion that Stephen, with a background in counterintelligence, could have constructed the entire text chain it burst into your brain fully formed. You’d used a similar breadcrumb trail to corner a suspected homegrown terrorist back in the UK sprinkling in one or two extra lures along with the main attraction. You were reading the messages through again and one word stood out. ‘What’s B-CAP?’ You asked and they turned in surprise, seemingly having forgotten you were sitting behind them. You weren’t offended, intelligence work was rarely done by bouncing theories off each other verbally, not outside a secure facility anyway and you’d been keeping quiet out of habit.

Spencer was obviously frustrated but when he hustled Matt and Penelope out to let him work on it you stayed put and the look in your eyes told him not to even attempt moving you. You’d stay quiet but you were not leaving, Emily needed you on this too and he wasn’t the only genius in town. He paced and spoke to himself as he worked on it and you let him. It was as obvious to you as it had been to Luke that he was experiencing post-traumatic stress symptoms, it looked different in everyone you’d seen with it but there were enough common indicators to make the deduction safely. Finding some blank paper you started working through the why of this message. What did he need, where had he been, profiling was going to crack this, you cling to that and pushed the thought of what Scratch might be doing to Em aside.

The book slamming against the window startled you as well as Matt and Penelope. ‘Sorry, I’m sorry, I should have seen it sooner.’ Spencer said to you and he dragged one of your pages of notes over and started circling words under the how column, drawing lines across your work, trying to keep up with his own brain. B-CAP was a hallucinogenic, your list on how Scratch did what he did and ‘WHY HONDURAS??’ scrawled along a margin had sparked the memory of iowaska tea and peyote. If Scratch was running out of ingredients for his mist it made sense that he’d be in Central America searching out alternatives. While Penelope and Matt took off to track down the churches that used iowaska you stayed back with Spence who was pacing Emily’s office much in the way you’d been doing while he was in prison. Closing the door behind you you sat down on the couch and motioned for him to come sit with you, your eyes pleading with him in a way you knew words wouldn’t convey even if you had the brainpower to summon them.

He needed to relax, even a little so when you wrapped your arms around him and drew him into a slouchy cuddle hug you ignored the look on his face that was questioning if this was the time, stroking his hair as you held him. ‘If I catch him I’ll kill him for this, I know I will.’ He mumbled into your chest as he laid his weary head against your shoulder and surrendered to the scalp massage. You felt similarly if you were honest, you wanted to put this bastard somewhere he couldn’t hurt any of you anymore and a grave seemed like the only place that would ensure that. His phone pinging from the table where he’d set it after Garcia and Simmons left, breaking the moment you’d managed to create. Spence read the text and his hazel eyes, so large in his prison thinned face met your tired green gaze.‘They’ve got his location.’

You hadn’t let him object, you weren’t even sure if he was going to and you slid into the passenger seat of the SUV as Spencer got behind the wheel and sped out of Quantico. You weren’t armed, you had no licence to carry in the States so your focus was on trying to ensure Spence and Emily got out of here alive. Bike rose in your throat as your mind drifted back to what Scratch was doing to her. Tara had seen her dosed with his chemicals, he’d suggested she was badly injured. If this went the way of typical torture strategies he would try to induce a near-death experience to get Em to give up Hotches location. Everyone agreed this might be what broke his hold on her. Emily hadn’t had the typical white light experience when she had almost died fighting Ian Doyle and the dissonance of a classic warm white light suggestion with her lived experience would give her the edge she needed to rip apart whatever fantasy Scratch had led her into believing. It was what happened after that that made you feel sick. What would Mr Scratch do when his drugs no longer worked.

The SUV tired screamed as you slid to a stop between the abandoned warehouses and Spence left the keys in the ignition, instructing you to stay with the car and send in backup when it arrived. Fear and exhaustion immobilised you and he was gone before you could delay him. Occupying yourself by keeping your ears and eyes open and mentally penning a letter to the FBI armoury about gas masks and nervously waited for more of the team to show up. Gunshots from inside the building did not help your resolve to stay put, but flashing lights and two more SUVs appeared just as you’d opened the door to get out. You shouted the situation to them and watched as Matt and Luke disappears through the door Spencer had gone in. Another shot ringing out sent you running for the door and you hugged the wall as you crept inside.

Footsteps were moving above you and you slowly made your way through the building. Movement around a corner had you recoiling and waiting for an indication of who it was. You really didn’t need to get shot right now, and you were considering how you’d signal to the team it was you and not Scratch when you heard Emily’s voice pleading with Spencer to stay with her. You’d whispered her name aloud without realising it and came face to face with the business end of Spencer’s gun before he realised it was you and quickly dropped it. You gripped his arm tightly as Emily fell into your embrace, pulling him in so she could hang on to him too. They were safe, they were both safe and here and you clung to them, scarcely daring to breathe in case the moment dissolved. Luke’s voice over the radio confirming that Scratch was down made you loosen your hold on the two agents, sliding an arm around Emily’s waist you helped Spencer get her outside.

Peter Lewis looked small lying dead on the concrete. Alvez was hunkered down at his feet when you approached with the others. ‘He fell trying to escape.’ Alvez explained. There was nothing else to say but you leant down and pressed your fingers to the exposed pulse point on his neck just to be sure. Em shook her head but gave you a small smile as you stood and returned to her side, she was well used to your paranoia. It was over, finally. One of the scariest people the BAU had gone up against was dead. Sirens in the background indicated the now redundant backup arriving and you took Emily’s outstretched hand and walked with them back to the vehicles.

Stephen Walker's funeral came a few days later. The entire team had been put on mandatory leave for 6 weeks and nobody felt like celebrating but a family dinner wasn’t always a celebration. You’d compromised with Rossi, it would be at his house but you were doing all the organising. It was a subdued affair, everyone was tired and clad in black and conversations weren’t the raucous joy-filled kind you’d come to expect from the team who were more family than colleagues. You’d never come across a team like them before, their strength and resilience astounded you and though you’d only known them a few months you felt as much a part of the family as anyone. It was the reaction to a late guest that showed just how close this group was. Spencer had been teaching Henry a similar card trick and you’d been laughing at Penelope trying to eavesdrop on the secret to the trick when Rossi reappeared from the house with a fresh bottle of red wine and accompanied by Derek Morgan and two faces you knew only from photographs, Aaron and Jack Hotchner.

Surprised and excited cries came from both the adults and children present, embraces and introductions were exchanged and chairs drawn up. Hotch wasn’t coming back to the team despite the threat from Mr Scratch being neutralised. He loved being a full-time dad and as you watched Henry and Jack excitedly catching up you understood, perhaps more than many of the others around you. You’d given up MI5 to move here with Emily. Spies and spooks didn’t just pick up with a new agency when they relocated, you’d known this was the end of that career but she meant more to you than the job. That had become crystal clear for you over the past week with the team, you’d utilised the skills working in intelligence had given you but you felt no desire to step back into that world. The warm hand in yours and the affectionate hazel gaze from across the table felt right and you were excited to see where this new chapter and this new family would take you.

[crossbows-and-moonshine]

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter four)

(Chapter one)

(Chapter two)

(Chapter three)

Lila checks on a hungover Murphy and Murphy gets jealous of his brother as he jumps to conclusions.

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Lila chewed her lip as she stood in the elevator going up to the boys' place. It was dinner time now and her granda was having a nap, giving her some time to check on the very hungover twin. She had a thermos of chicken soup with her, not sure what else he would be able to stomach after all he’d drank the night before. She didn't know if he would even be here, for all she knew he could have gone to work anyway, but she had a feeling Connor wouldn't allow it. Despite Connor loving to take the piss out of his brother, it was obvious the pair did care about each other very much and looked out for each other.

The elevator stopped and she got out, walking to the boys' door. She knocked firmly, not sure if he would be asleep or not and she heard some faint curse words on the other side. No one answered though so she knocked a little harder this time.

“Fuck off Roc! Ain’t in the mood!” Murphy yelled from inside. She snorted a little and just decided to open the door anyway. She saw Murphy lay on his stomach in bed and he scrambled to sit up as he saw her. He hadn't expected her to just turn up. He’d spent the morning throwing up and feeling like he was dying. His head hurt like a bitch. It didn't help that he remembered every painful detail of the night before and he felt his cheeks flush a little just seeing her, remembering how her body felt pressed against his when he pulled her on him as he laughed like a fucking girl and called her pretty.

She blushed slightly too, seeing him sat there in just his boxers. She tried not to stare but the man was fine as hell. She shut the door behind her and walked over, sitting down on his mattress in front of him as he just blinked at her, unsure of what to say.

“I wanted to check you were still alive.” She snorted. “I bought some chicken soup. I know you probably don't feel like eating, but you need to get some food in you.” She smiled softly at him. He looked at her like she was a fucking angel, helping him the night before, now helping him once again. She was heaven sent, he was fucking sure of it.

“Thanks, ye didn’t have te.” He replied, smiling himself despite feeling like at any moment he was going to keel over and die.

She opened the thermos and poured some soup in the cup lid, handing it to him. He took it gratefully. He didn't think he was hungry but as soon as he smelt it, his mouth watered and his stomach growled. He started to sip it gingerly as he watched her take off her boots and cross her legs, sitting right in front of him. She was in her usual jeans and boots attire he’d come to adore but today she was wearing an off the shoulder black top, and he realised his thing for her neck wasn't his only new thing. Her collarbones and shoulders were just as delectable.

“How are you feeling?” She asked softly, breaking his train of thought.

“Been better.” He snorted lightly, still sipping the soup. He was feeling better already at having some food in his belly. He watched her curiously, as she rummaged around in her messenger bag. He’d never really looked at it before but there were a bunch of hand sewn on patches on it, most of them curse words. It made him smile.

She made a little happy noise when she found what she was looking for and his lips quirked up at the sound. She was too fucking cute sometimes. She pulled out a packet of aspirin and got some out, handing them to him.

“What would I do without ye love?” He asked with a grin, using his soup to take them with.

“Be really hungover and miserable?” She offered with a cheeky grin. He huffed a laugh at her as he leant to sit against the wall. Her hair was down again today. It didn't matter what style she had it in, every time he saw her it was his new favourite but he knew it would change each time he saw her.

“Too fuckin’ right sweetheart.” He laughed lightly before finishing the cup of soup. He screwed the lid back on and set it down next to the mattress.

“I can't stay too long, I need to check on my granda. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, and help, even if it's just a little.” She smiled. He gave her a weak smile, disappointed she would be leaving again so soon. He hadn't hid his disappointment very well and she wondered why he seemed so sad that she had to go. It was nice though to have a friend that seemed to genuinely enjoy her company.

“More than a little love, it’s appreciated.” He said softly, taking her small hand in his and squeezing it affectionately. She was used to the boys by now despite the short time she had known them, their little touches here and there, so she didn't think anything of it.

“Good, but when you come to the bar tonight, you’re only allowed a few drinks.” She grinned teasingly, making him groan playfully.

“Can’t ye at least wait for me te feel better before ye start teasin’ love? It's mean to kick a man when he’s down.” He whined, failing not to smile. She laughed at him and shook her head.

“Sorry, sorry. Besides, I’ll leave it to Connor, I think he’ll be teasing you enough for the both of us.” She grinned, eliciting another groan from Murphy.

“Fuck me. I’m never gonna live it down am I?” He asked, pouting at her a little, it just made her laugh harder but that's what he hoped to achieve. Her laughter was like music to his ears.

“Nope.” She smirked, squeezing his hand before letting it go and grabbing her boots. She slid them on and laced them up before getting to her feet.

Murphy went to get up to see her to the door, but she held her hand out to stop him.

“You need to rest.” She said firmly. He wanted to protest, to give her a hug since he missed out the night before, but she crouched down, giving him an unexpected hug. It had been the first one she had initiated and he felt smug about it as he held her tightly, enjoying how her hair smelt like cinnamon. He blanched a little when he realised he didn't actually know if this was the first hug she had given out to the boys, he didn't know anything that happened between her and Connor from the night before after he passed out, he hadn't been awake for Connor to rub his face in it. He had a dull ache in his chest combined with a surge of jealousy. That was new. It was never that way with Connor. But he’d never actually liked a girl for more than their body enough to be bothered if Connor had swooped in before him to take her away. He frowned, still hugging her, as he realised he and his brother needed a very serious talk about the pretty redhead and where things might end up.

There was no way the boys would ever pick a girl over each other, even one as perfect as Lila, but the thought of her picking one over the other, it hurt him more than he’d care to admit. Of course his thoughts were running away with him, the girl might not want more than friendship with them both, but still, he needed to talk to his brother to make sure they were on the same page if anything was to arise. Murphy idly wondered if some kind of arrangement could be made, the three of them. They'd never done it before, not like that, anything more than sex, he wasn't even sure if she would go for it. Once again he had to remind himself that was even if she was interested. His head started hurting again but this time not from the alcohol.

She moved away from the hug, it was longer than usual and when she looked at Murphy he looked troubled. She furrowed her brow a little and stroked his cheek. Murphy felt butterflies bloom in his stomach at her soft touch as he blinked at her. Again, that was fucking new. He gave her a smile, leaning into her touch.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I can...I can stay if you need me. I can call my granda and-” She started, looking almost guilty for leaving him and it made him feel like such an asshole. She had enough to worry about with her sick grandfather without him piling on top of it. Although he was touched she was willing to stay for him because she was worried.

“Nah love, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” He gave her the best smile he could muster, and she seemed satisfied, yet still hesitant. She kissed the top of his head sweetly before standing up and Murphy swore his head was fucking tingling from it. He felt like such a fucking girl. She was just being an affectionate friend.

“Alright then, I’ll see you tonight. Don’t let Connor give you too much shit.” She grinned, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder. He laughed and shook his head, she already knew them both so well.

“I won’t, trust me.” He smirked, making her laugh a little. She walked over to the door, giving him one last beautiful smile before she slipped out. Murphy heaved a sigh and rested his head on the wall behind him.

By the time Connor was due home, Murphy was dressed and pacing the apartment. He felt heaps better from his hangover but his head was whirling with emotions and thoughts, and it wasn't made any better when he found a scrap of paper on the table with Lilas name and number on it. In his mind, she gave it to Connor, not for them both, but just his brother. It only fuelled the jealousy inside of him and he fucking hated it. He had never been jealous of Connor like this before, it was driving him mad, and now he felt like he had some fucking proof that she did indeed like his twin and not him.

Connor opened the door and saw Murphy looking much better than when he left this morning and he grinned at him.

“Well look whos back in the land o’ the livin’!” He laughed as he took his coat off and threw it over the couch. His smile faltered though when Murphy glared at him, he looked pissed and upset all rolled into one and then he saw the paper in his hand and he knew right away what was going on. He could feel it from him, anger, jealousy, confusion. But before he had the chance to talk, Murphy beat him to it.

“Did Lila give ye this?” He asked, his low tone suspicious and accusing and Connor didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

“Aye but-” He started, wanting to explain how Murphy had it all wrong.

“I fuckin’ knew it! O’ course the lass I like has to be interested in you, it would be too easy te get what I fuckin’ want wouldn’t it?! I should have fuckin’ known this would happen!” He yelled, his voice getting higher as he booted the coffee table and sent it flying across the room. Connor heaved a sigh and walked over, only to get shoved a little too harshly for his liking off his brother. He was trying to be patient with him. He was used to Murphy's temper. He was the irrational twin out of the two of them.

“Murph-” He tried again, but Murphy was having none of it.

“Why?! Fuckin’ why you and not me?!” He tugged his hair as he paced like a caged animal and the raw hurt in his voice made Connors' heart break.

He grabbed Murphy's arm roughly and turned him to face him, his hand grasping the back of his neck to keep him in place and look him in the eye.

“She gave us that number, not me, us. She said in case we need anythin’.” He stated firmly. Murphy wanted to scoff but he looked in his brother's eyes and saw nothing but truth there. He felt like an idiot and his shoulders slumped a little.

“So...nothin’ happened last night? After I passed out?” He sounded like a lost little boy and Connor resisted the urge to squeeze him.

“No. I called her a cab, she went home.” His words made Murphy relax, all visible tension leaving his body and Connor led him to sit on the couch with him.

“Murph, I think we need te talk.” He sighed, and Murphy knew he was right, he was thinking the same thing. He nodded and wiped a hand over his face, inhaling deeply.

“I don’t know what te do Connor, I really fuckin’ like her, and I know ye do too...it’s different te the others. I know ye feel it.” He said softly, chewing his thumb anxiously as he glanced at his brother.

“Aye, I know. She’s damn near perfect but I won't be havin’ her come between us brother. Even if that means we can’t see her again.” Connor stated firmly, as much as it pained him to say it. Murphy felt panic bubble inside his chest and he looked at Connor almost pleadingly.

“Please Connor, can't we just...figure somethin’ out? The three o’ us? I know we ain't ever done it before, not like this, but it could work.” He was almost begging and he would have felt embarrassed if it wasn't for the gut-clenching anxiety at the thought of cutting the pretty redhead out of their lives. Connor scratched the stubble on his chin for a moment, mulling it over in his head, it wasn't like he hadn't thought about it himself.

“I thought about it too...it could work. But ye realise she might not even like us that way aye? We’re just friends Murph, think we’re both gettin’ way ahead o’ ourselves here just presumin’ it would turn inte more.” Connor sighed, always the responsible one, looking at his twin carefully. Murphy's face fell visibly, he knew that but it was hard to remember when he was so caught up with how she made him feel. But he would settle on being her friend if that's all she wanted just to keep her in his life.

“Aye, I know.” He whispered, looking down at his hands.

“Alright, so we agree, no more jealousy aye? Ain’t no need for it brother.” Connor gave him a stern look and Murphy nodded resolutely. He felt better now the air was cleared, now he knew where they both stood on the matter. They'd either both pursue her or neither, and that he could live with.

They ordered take out and watched tv whilst they ate, the usual relaxed atmosphere coming back. Connor smirked to himself remembering how jealous Murphy got. God help anyone who tried to fucking pursue the lass. It wasn't like she didn't have the right to see anyone, they were just friends after all. But he wouldn't like it and he knew Murphy wouldn't either. But Murphy had always found it hard to hide his feelings. He wore his heart on his sleeve and what you saw with him was what you got. Lila was a pretty lass, Connor had already noticed the looks Murphy doled out just from guys looking at her, he had a feeling there would be some broken noses in the near future.

[a-lame-constellation]

Korean MVs that came out in 2018

~Since i’m not into most kpop groups i might forget to write a comeback so feel free to tell me some that i haven’t written yet or if i have done a mistake.~

*The songs are not in order

**I’ve already made 2016 and 2017 lists

January:

Drug Restaurant - Her

Trcng - Wolf Baby

N.Flying - Hot Potato

Momoland - BBoom BBoom

Oohyo - Honey Tea

Mamamoo - Paint Me

Block B - Don’t Leave

Infinite - Tell Me

JoWoochan, ParkHyunjin, Achillo - OGZ

Stray Kids - Grrr

Stray Kids - Young Wings

Kim Dong Ryul - Reply

Sunmi - Heroine

Chungha - Roller Coaster

JBJ - My Flower

Girlkind - Fanci

Cheetah - Stagger

Ohhyuk, Cifika - Momom

Jane Jang - Button

Ashmute - Ghost

Oh My Girl - Secret Garden

Jay Park - Run It (ft. Woo Wonjae & Jessi)

Kassy - I Want Love

Jimin - Hey

Holland - Neverland

Sik-K - YeLowS Gang (ft. Herr Nayne, Woodie Gochild)

Jonghyun - Shinin’

Jonghyun - Before Our Spring

Dean - Instagram

Red Velvet - Bad Boy

Standing Egg - From the Star

Ikon - Love Scenario

Penomeco -  L.I.E

Suzy - Holiday (ft. Dpr Live)

Suzy - I’m In Love With Someone Else

Golden Child - It’s U

Jeong Sewoon - Baby It’s U (ft. Kiggen, earattack)

Davichi - Days Without You

KCM - Dawnpark

Ravi - Nirvana (ft. Park Jimin) + Alcohol Remix

Vav - Spotlight

Rainz - Turn it Up

Jay Park x Yultron - Forget About Tomorrow

Na Haeun - So Special

BoA - Nega Dola

Jong Shin Yoon - Slow Starter

February:

gugudan - The Boots

Seventeen - Thanks

CoCoSoRi - Miamor

Jung Seung Hwan - The Snowman

Jung Seung Hwan - It’s Raining

Ailee - Rewrite…If Can

Eden - Good Night (ft. Jukjae)

Naeun, Jinsol - My Story

Hong Jinyoung - Good Bye

Yang Yoseob - Star

Yang Yoseob - Where I Am Gone

Vav - Gorgeous

Hyolyn - To Do List

Roy Kim - Only Then

Suzy - SOberR

Nct U - Boss

Min Kyung Hoon x Kim Heechul - Falling Blossoms

Kim YoungChul - Andenayon (ft. Wheesung(Realslow))

Kang Hodong x Hong Jinyoung - I Kicked My Luck Off

I.M - Fly With Me

CLC - Black Dress

Weki Meki - La La La

Vromance - Star

Cheeze - Just as a Lie

Hash Swan - Wang Like Alexander (ft. Gray)

SF9 - Mamma Mia

Red Velvet - I Just

Nct U - Baby Don’t Stop

WJSN - Dreams Come True

Cheetah - I’ll Be There

Jeon Soyeon - Idle Song

I.C.E - Shameless

Sha Sha - You & Me

Yoyomi - Who’s That Guy

Kisses - Blue Lagoon

J.yung - Can I

Trax x Lip2shot [STATION] - Notorious (ft. Sophiya)

Roydo - Crzy

Martin Smith -  Crazy (ft. Jung Sungha)

Kim Sung Kyu - True Love

Marvel.J - Really (ft. New Champ, Olltii)

Got7 - One And Only You (ft. Hyolyn)

Junhyeok - Stay

DongWoo - My Half

Joypark - Missing You

E Hyuk - Come Up To Me Like The Wind

Chris Kim - Miss U

BeautyHandsome - Where Are You

March:

j-hope - Daydream

Jooyoung - Dive

Sleepy - iD

Nct Dream - Go

Nct 127 - Touch

Got7 - Look

Heize - Didn’t Know Me

Heize - Jenga (ft. Gaeko)

Heize - Mianhae

Mamamoo - Starry Night

Mamamoo - Everyday

Suho x Jane Jang [STATION] - Dinner

Jane Jang, Suho - Do You Have a Moment

Noel - Our Last Day

Minseo - The Grand Dreams

Suzy - Midnight (ft. Yiruma)

April - The Blue Bird

Cheetah - Bumpkins (ft. Minos)

Golden Child - Lady

Most Badass Asian - Want

Most Badass Asian - 2018

Choi Ye Geun - To Say Sorry

Junoflo - Grapevine (ft. Jay Park)

Yong Junhyung - Sudden Shower (ft. 10cm)

Wanna One - Boomerang

Yeesang - Here (ft. Loco)

Filmisland - it’s Love (Vocal by OFA)

Monsta X - Jealousy

Stray Kids - District 9

Stray Kids - Grow Up

Jung Joon Young - Fiancée (ft. Microdot)

Samuel - One (ft. Jung Ilhoon)

Hoya - All Eyes On Me

Kisum - It’s Okay (ft. Heize)

San E, Mad Clown - Butterfly (ft. Bumkey)

TVXQ! - The Chance of Love

Super Junior [STATION] - Super Duper

Honey Popcorn - Bibidi Babidi Boo

Crazy Music - We’ll Always Love (ft. Yejoon.E)

Sunwoo Jung A - Fine (ft. Lim Heon Il)

Marmello - Wake Me Up

Kid Milli - Why Do Fuckbois Hang Out On The Net

Sweden Laundry - Scene

April:

Nct U - Yestoday

Oh My Girl Banhana - Banana Allergy Monkey

Pentagon - Shine

Winner - Everyday

Exid - Lady

The Boyz - Giddy Up

YDPP - Love It Live It

Flowsik x Jessi - Wet

LOONA / Olivia Hye - Egoist (ft. JinSoul)

Jeong Jinwoon - Erasing

TVXQ! - Love Line

D:amant - Sick

CLC - Distance

Bigone - Wavywavywavy

Primary, Anda - Moonlight (ft. Xin Seha)

Primary, Anda - Dressroom

Primary, Anda - Zeppelin

Primary, Anda - The Open Boat (ft. Colde)

Twice - What Is Love?

Eric Nam - Potion (ft. Woodie Gochild)

Eric Nam - Honestly

Noir - Gangsta

UNB - Feeling

GreatGuys - Ganda

Hyeongseop x Euiwoong - Love Tint

Badkidz - Just One Day

Exo-CBX - Blooming Day

Ten [STATION] - New Heroes

N.Tic - Once Again

Jo SoJeong - Stars

Gunmin x Heedo - Don’t Worry

Lee Hong Gi, Yoo Hwe Seung - Still Love You

Yoo Seonho - Maybe Spring

Mad Clown, Ailee - Thirst

Super Junior - Lo Siento (ft. Leslie Grace)

Drunken Tiger - Yet

The Rose - Baby

E Hyuk - I’ll Live

Vanilla Acoustic - Travel

Eddy Kim - Whoa Whoa

Jo SoJeong - Lost Sea

WeAreYoung - I Know

Carla - I Don’t Need You

Shin Yong Jae(4Men) - Today

Young Jun (Brown Eyed Soul) - Don’t Leave Me

Imfact - The Light

Soma - Spring

Vixx - Scentist

Whee In - Easy (ft. Sik-k)

JBJ - Call Your Name

Hyo - Sober (ft. Ummet Ozcan)

Hoons - I C U

Highteen - Timing

Jo Hyun Ah - After You

June - Sérénade

Sei - Nobody Knows

HA:TFELT - Pluhmm

H.U.B - When A Blossom Day Of Cherry Blossom

In2it - SnapShot

Apink - Miracle

Cando - Rain Drop

Yoonmirae - KawiBawiBo

Nano - Punishment

Solar - When The Wind Rises [original: Kim Kwang Seok]

Solar - Nada Sou Sou [original: ??? (jp)]

Solar - It’s Been a Long Time [original: Love & Peace?? (not sure)]

Lovelyz - That Day

Hyolyn - Dally (ft. Gray)

Yun Ddan Ddan - It Will Be Okay

Yun Ddan Ddan - In My Room

Yun Ddan Ddan - Let It Flow

Stray Kids - Mirror [Performance]

Hwang In Sun - Dead Clock

Jackson Wang - Dawn of Us

Snuper - Tulips

Hwang Chi Yeul - The Only Star

Luna - Night Reminiscin’ (ft. Yang Da Il)

TheEastLight - Are You Okay

Kim Bum Soo - I Love You

MeloMance - Just Friends

Monday Kiz - Every Moment

Bang Yongguk - Portrait

Zai. ro - When Are You Coming

BrotherSu - What’s Wrong With U (ft. Gaeko)

Sunwoo Jung A, The Barbarettes - Outside The Chart

Kyung Dasom - Fall In Love

Gfriend - Time For The Moon

JBJ - Just Be Stars

Iz - Granulate

Park Hyo Shin - The Other Day

Temperature of Saying ‘hi’ - If You Tell Me

Halo - O.M.G

Colde - Your Dog Loves You (ft. Crush)

May:

Jay Park, Simon Dominic, Loco, Gray - Upside Down

Iz - Angel

ii - I’m Already You

(G)I-Dle - Latata

Jung Up - Nothing Left

Loco - Party Band (ft. Punchnello, Thur)

So Soo Bin - Sweet Nothings

Gaho - Stay Here

Crush - Bittersweet

Teen Top - Seoul Night

Vinxen - Sinking Down With U

Yong Jun Hyung - Go Away

Dreamcatcher - You And I

Seo Eun Kwang, Changsub - My Day

K.Will - My Star

Cross Gene - Touch It

Woodz - Pool

Jay Moon - Fire

N.Flying - How R U Today

Kanto - Salty

Doko - Don’t

Paul Kim - Additional

Bts - Fake Love

GB9, Park Bo Ram - If You

Eyedi - Luv Highway

Uni.t - No More

Trei - Nike

Eluphant - Welcome

PLT - Hocus Pocus

V.O.S - Door

Jisook - Edelweiss

Gross Gene - Believe Me

Moonbyul (ft. Seulgi) - Selfish

Moonbyul - In my room

Victon - Time of Sorrow

Jinjin (Astro) - Like a King (ft. Superbee, MyunDo)

Khan - I’m Your Girl?

Bang Yongguk - Drunkenness

Shinee - Good Evening

AOA - Bingle Bangle

NTB - Dramatic

Boyfriend - Sunshower

The Rose - I.L.Y

TST - Love Story

Eyedi - A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Junoflo - Real Ones

Adoy - Young

Han Yo Han - Helicopter (ft. Kid Milli, No:el)

The Night of Seokyo - Falling in Moonlight (ft. Dawon)

Bol4 - Travel

Bol4 - Starlight

Bol4 - Wind

TheEastLight - Love Flutters

24K - Bonnie N Clyde

Risabae - E.N.C (ft. Kisum)

ii - I’m Already You

C.A.P - For

Sung Si Kyung - Eternally

Pristin V - Get It

Marmello - Moonlight

Crucial Star - Night Alone

Jane Jang - Seoul Noir

Samuel - Teenager (ft. Lee Rohan)

Thama - Like That (ft. Giriboy)

Elo - Osaka (ft. Zico)

Hyukoh - SkyWorld

Hyukoh - Love Ya!

South Club - Outcast

Pudditorium - Paradise

Stagger - DnA

Stagger - 4 Your Eyez Only

June:

Girlkind - S.O.R.R.Y

Shinee - I Want You

Shinee - Our Page

A.C.E - Take Me Higher

Yu Seungwoo - Slowly

Dpr Live - Playlist

Blackpink - Ddu-du Ddu-du

Rothy - Sullae

Kobel - Don’t Hit My Line

Longguo - Clover (ft. Yoonmirae)

Koh Na Young - Humming

Jay Park - Soju (ft. 2 Chainz)

Like A Movie - Twilight

Yubin - Lady

1sagain, Nuun - Fade Away

Minseo - Is Who

Red House - Endless Night

Taeyeon - Something New

Kim Dong Han - Sunset

Bloo - So Rude

Busters - Grapes

Katie - Remember

Melodyday - Restless

Day6 - Shoot Me

It’s - Sleep

Momoland - Baam

Tenny - 159cm

UNB - Black Heart

d.ear - Rain is Fallin’

Onf - Complete

BTOB - Only One For Me

Kang Gogh - Stay

Arkay - Because Of You (ft. Le.Ju’ce)

[HNB] Woo Jin Young, Kim Hyun Soo - Falling in Love

Park Kyung - Instant (ft. Sumin)

Nano - Maladgjustment (ft. Yezi)

NeonPunch - Moonlight

Lee Jin Ah - Run (ft. Gray)

July:

Apink - I’m So Sick

Gyeong Ree - Blue Moon

Yoonmirae - You & Me (ft. Junoflo)

Jay Park - FSU (ft. GAshi, Rich The Kid)

Holland - I’m Not Afraid

Holland - I’m So Afraid

Jessi - Down

Twice - Dance The Night Away

Oohyo - Papercut

Golden Child - Let Me

Hickee - Fragrance

Epik High x End of the World (Sekai No Owari) - Sleeping Beauty

MyTeen - She Bad

Aivan - Tell The World

Sugarbowl - Getting Better

Target - Is It True

gugudan Semina - Semina

Seenroot - Paradise

MeloMance - Tale

Jeonghan - Think About It

LambC - Beauty

Crush - Cereal (ft. Zico)

Jaejooboys - First Trip

No:el - Parrot (ft. Giriboy, Han Yo Han)

The Boyz - KeePer

Moti - Blue

Suran - A Pleasant Meal

Louie, Geeks - Penalty

Park BoRam - How About U

Jvcki Wai, Kid Milli, No:el, Young B, Swings - Work Out

Jvcki Wai - Enchanted Propaganda

John OFA Rhee - Brightest Star (ft. Kim Minseok)

Geupsik-Dan - Geupsik

Prep - Cold Fire (ft. Dean)

Mamamoo - Egotistic

Seventeen - Oh My!

Han Yeoyoo - Bang Bang Bang

Lee Seung Hwan - For Your Ears Only (ft. Stella Jang)

Ashley - Here We Are

Uniqnote - Like Gentle Rain (ft. Crucial Star, Park Jeonkoo)

Myteen - Martian

TaPi - Croquette

Triple H - Retro Future

Chung Ha - Love U

Varsity - Flower

Saturday - Mmook Jji Bba

Bassagong - HBD

GFriend - Sunny Summer

Hyolyn - See Sea

Mudskipper - Universe

Seungri - 1,2,3!

Seungri - Where R U From (ft. Mino)

Aoora - Harder (ft. $mili, B.E, Eili)

Woodz - Different

Rocoberry - Telephone (ft. Punch)

Minseo - Zero

Super Junior ~ D&E - Sunrise {Japanese}

Standing Egg - Oh, Wait

Jeong Sewoon - 20 Something

Choiza, Microdot - Hit!!!

FtIsland - Pretty Girl {Japanese}

FtIsland - Summer Night’s Dream

Astro - Always You

MaseWonder - Love Me (ft. Choilb)

In2it - Sorry For My English

Kard - Ride on the Wind

Laboum - Between Us

yeesang - Game

John Park - Understand

Boi B - Neymar (ft. Ted Park)

Ben x Kim Won Joon - The First Night

Band 88 - Windmill

Carla - Hate U

RPR - Dang Diggi Bang (ft. Beenie Man)

Leo - Touch & Sketch

Zico - Soulmate (ft. IU)

SixBomb - Hiccup Hiccup

SF9 - Now or Never

Joo Jin-Woo - Ever

Park Ki Young - Mercy

A-Yeon - You & I

Kevin Oh - Lover

Miryo - Yellow

Kisum - 100%

Hanscur - Toomuch (ft. Charles Shin)

Jo Gon - Old Notes

Heygirls - Nog-Yeojwo

August:

South Club - Grown Up

Ikon - Killing Me

Btob-Blue - When It Rains

Voisper - I Believe

Yerin Baek - La La La Love Song

Yeoone - Pat Pat

Glabingo - On My Body

Cho Kyu-chan - Deja Vu

gracie - 25/7

Villain - Manitto

Nature - Allegro Cantabile

Stray Kids - My Pace

Red Velvet - Power Up

Loona - favOriTe

D-Crunch - Palace

Giriboy, Kid Milli, No:el, Swings - Flex

Apollo, No.11,  Ekko, SungJoo - Honey

WooIn - That Night

Hollen - Shimmer

DailyNote - Where Are U

12Dal - A Second

Honk - Perphaps

Aivan - Curious

Somdef - One Plus One (ft. Loco, Bravo)

E Mel - Tomorrow

Cherry On Top - Hi Five

Yoo Hyung Kyun - Diamonds In Your Eyes

Sundae - How?

Imfact - NaNaNa

Super Junior-D&E - ‘Bout You

Hyolyn - Bae

Mc Sniper - Skyfall

BerryGood - Green Apple

(G)I-DLE - Hann

Penomeco - Coco Bottle

Coco - Sugar Cake (ft. Microdot)

Jannabi - Good Boy Twist

Hoons - Sweet & Salty, Sweet & Salty

Bigflo - Upside Down

We Higher - Like You Better (ft. Douner)

Yang Hee Eun, Sung Si Kyung - You

GrimGrim - Rooftop Bird

Loona - Hi High

Red Velvet - Power Up

Gaeko - Vacation (ft. Sole)

10cm - Mattress

BTS - Idol

Sha Sha - What The Heck

Norazo - Cider

Shinhwa - Kiss Me Like That

Leebada - Night Dream

Rothy - Burning

Stray Kids- My Pace

Stray Kids - Awkward Silence

NCT Dream - We Go Up

Jin Longguo - Friday n Night

Part Time Cooks - California Butterfly (ft. Jay Park)

Baekhyun X Loco [STATION X 0] - Young

June - Sérénade

Drug Restaurant - 403

Jooheon - Red Carpet

DyoN - #Life_Is_Pain

Ovan - Twenty (ft. Shaun)

EZ Kim - Straw

Young B - Polo

the Night of Seokyo - City Girl City Boy (ft. Dawon)

September:

Jeong Jinwoon - All I Need Is You

Nana Mellie - Falling

KwonMilk - Guitar Man

100% - Heart

Nam Woo Hyun - If Only You Are Fine

Nam Taehyun - Star

Blanc7 - Drama

Sumni - Siren

Jimin Park - April Fools

James - Up [not a korean mv but a lot of us know james]

WINee - May

The Boyz - Right Here

GWSN - Puzzle Moon

SoRi - Touch (ft. Basick)

Great Guys - Illusion

Elaine - Wake Me Up

Bravo - Sunny Day

Yook Sungjae - Confession

Thama - Nuuh

Jjangyou - Koki7

Blue Lamb - Universe

Chanyeol x Sehun [STATION x 0] - We Young

Got7 Jackson - Made It

Got7 BamBam - Party

Got7 Jinyoung - My Youth

Got7 Yugyeom - Fine

Got7 Youngjae - Nobody Knows

Got7 JB - Sunrise

Got7 Mark - OMW

Got7 - Lullaby

Haon - Noah (ft. Hoody)

12Dal - Day Off

Day6 - Beautiful Feeling

Pentagon - Naughty Boy

Oh My Girl - Remember Me

Jay Park - V

SHINee - Countless

seizetheday - Ocean View (ft. Sleepy)

ms. isohp romatem - Trauma

ms. isohp romatem Distance From You And The Stars

Hyomin - Mango

Giriboy - Used (ft. Kid Milli)

Hoya - Baby U (ft. Hanhae)

EB - Wanna Know

JooYoung - N/A

Gavy NJ - I’m Fine

S.I.S - Say Yes

Orange Fang Fang Boys - Ready To

Roy Kim - The Hardest Part

Uni.T - I Mean

Uni.T - Begin With The End

Lucente - Your Difference

DinDin - Insomnia (ft. Lee Hongki)

Mommy Son - Shonen Jump (ft. Bae Gisung)

PLT - Igoholic

Vinxen - Yoo Jae Suk

Modsdive - Buran

Lof.T -  밤이 피네

Dreamcatcher - What

WJSN - Save Me, Save You

Day6 - Breaking Down {Japanese}

Gwon Youngchan - Weak

GFriend - Memoria {Japanese}

Spectrum - Dear my

Girls’ Generation-Oh!GG - Lil’ Touch

Heo Seongjeong - Sound

VeriVery - Super Special

Onewe, Oneus - Last Song

Giriboy - acrnm (ft. Goretexx)

Boy Story - Enough

Amber - White Noise

Eyedi - Red

Vanmal - Unification Road March

Bambi - Violin (ft. Dunkin Downer)

Park Sanhee - Over The Blue

Soran - Zamianwa (Can’t Close My Eyes)

JooYoung - Inn

The Black Underground - Slow Life

Krr - The Night Time

Shirts Boy Frank - Foam

Jay Park - Sexy 4 Eva

Seulgi x SinB x Chung Ha x Soyeon [STATIONx0]  - Wow Thing

Tiffany Young - Teach You

Woodie Gochild, Haon, Sik-K, pH-1 - Kitkat

SOMDEF - Slip N Slide (ft. Crush)

Sik-K - XiBal

October:

Lee Hongki - I Am (ft. Cheetah)

Lee Hongki - Cookies (ft. Jung Ilhoon)

Park Won - Rudderless

Ikon - Goodbye Road

Nu’est W - I Don’t Care (ft. Spoonz)

S.O.U.L - Get Myself With You

Noir - Airplane Mode

Hangzoo - Drive Thru (ft. Gaeko)

Lay - Give My A Chance

Cheeze - Everything to

Yoo Hwe Seung (N.Flying) - Expectation

Soyou - All Night (ft. Sik-K)

Seven O’clock - Searchlight

Seven O’clock - Nothing Better

Epitone Project - First Love

Super Junior x REIK - One More Time (Otra Vez)

Ashmute - Summer’s Gone

UV - Who Am I (ft. Yoo Hee Yeol, Jung Jae Hyung)

Loco - It Takes Time (ft. Colde)

fromis_9 - Love Bomb

NCT 127 - Regular

San E - Wannabe Rapper

IU - BBIBBI

Wheesung (Realslow) - Breaking Down

Haebi - Wolfboy

Yoonhan - Saryuni Forest

Weki Meki - Crush

VAV - Senorita

NakJoon (Bernard Park)  - Still (ft. Luna)

NC.A - I’m Fine

Park Bo Gum - Let’s go see the stars

John Legend x Wendy [STATIONx0] - Written In The Stars

The Black Underground - Love Is Love, Life Is Life

Eddy Kim - Trace

Yu Seungwoo - Always

Deepshower - Summer (ft. Jeebanoff, George)

Yang Da Il - sorry

April - Oh! my mistake

Zion.T - Hello Tutorial (ft. Seulgi)

Crush - none

Kim Dong Han - Good Night Kiss

Jeong Eun Ji - Being There

The Rose - She’s In the Rain

Sohee - Hurry Up (ft. Bol4)

Stray Kids - I am YOU

Monsta X - Shoot Out

Charari Danchu - 노잼시기

Hoody - Sunshine (ft. Crush)

Sam Kim - Make Up (ft. Crush)

Sik-K - Fire

Hailey - Truly

the Night of Seokyo - Hug You (ft. Dawon)

RM - Forever Rain

RM - Seoul

son&johwa - Mokhwa

Lee Moon Sae - Between us

BOiTELLO - Stay

UV - Sorry

Golden Child - Genie

BoA - Woman

ATEEZ - Pirate KIng

ATEEZ - Treasure

Horim - Street

Lee Kichan - 지구인

gwon.u - Home Sweet Home

LYn - Run to you

Kiha & The Faces - Cho Shim

N.Flying - Like A FLower

Jin Ju - Petal

Flowsik - Bbung

Eian - Me in the A.M

Ha Hyun Woo - Home

Horan - Wanted

Marychou 2018 - Beacuse of Weather

IZ*ONE - La Vie en Rose

Paul Kim - Me After You

Black6ix - Swamp of Despair

Richard Parkers - Stay with me

Eric Nam - Miss You

JBJ95 - Home

Monday Kiz - The World That is of You

Samui - Today Of All Days

Peterpan Complex - Ghosting

November:

TST -

Fromm - Hold Me Like It’s Forever (ft. car, the garden)

B.A.P (Jongup) - Annoying (ft. Zelo)

South Club - I’m Crazy

Twice - Yes or Yes

Bloo - I’m the one

Hwang Chiyeul - Learn to Love

[i’ll do this month soon]

December:

Hong Jinyoung - Seoul (ft. Bray)

H M Moon - The Poet’s Winter

Got7 - Miracle

Sam Kim - When You Fall (ft. Chai)

Kream - You can take my youth away, but you can never take my dream away

Holmes Crew - Holmes Delivery

O.O.O - Seesaw

Avatar Darko - C U When I C U (ft Jay Park)

Ezen - Fly Away

Jung Key - Star With ME (ft. Yoo Sungjae)

Jung Key - Honest (ft. Minseo)

Onew - Blue

Soran - Happy

Up10tion - Blue Rose

Laboom - Turn It On

Minyong - I can’t do that thing

Junoflo - Autopilot (ft. BoA)

Starship Planet - Christmas Time

Bay P - Snow In Your Eyes

Coogie - Justin Bieber (ft. Jay Park)

Well - Settle (ft. Realslow)

Rira - Love Spoon

B1A4, Oh My Girl, Onf - Timing

Day6 - days gone by

anna - Let It Snow

Changsub - Gone

[a-butterfly-on-his-tummy]

Happy Birf-day Daddy!

“Don’ forget da flowers mumma.” Grace says as she adjust the cup of coffee sitting on the tray, making sure everything is placed in the perfect position. You pick up a small vase that is holding five Gerber Daisies in a shade of light pink, Harry’s favorite. Setting the vase on the tray, Grace reaches her hand out, her small five-year-old fingers grasping the glass and adjusting the bouquet exactly how she wants it.  

“Grace, I think you did a good job! Daddy is going to love it.” You pull Grace into a hug, rubbing your hand along her shoulder.

“You carry da tray?” Grace asks, knowing the tray is probably a little too heavy for her to carry. “I get Effan! Can I give daddy my su-pise?”

“Yes you can! He can open that after we sing.” You nod to Grace, grabbing both sides of the tray, ready to head upstairs.

“Com’on Eff! Gotta go sing ta daddy!” Grace pulls the small package under her arm as she holds her hand out for her 11 month old brother.

“Da-da.” Ethan babbles, waddling over to his sister, wrapping his stubby fingers around her hand.

“It his birf-day! Gonna help me sing?” Grace talks to Ethan as they walk up the stairs on their way to the master bedroom. You walk behind the two children with a smile that spans your entire face as you listen to Grace talk to Ethan. Their relationship is so tender; Grace loves being a big sister. She loves being able to teach Ethan everything about life. “Gotta be quiet Eff! We wanna su-pise daddy. Okay?”

Ethan doesn’t respond as he takes each step slowly while holding tightly to Grace’s hand. She is patient with her brother, helping him along the way. The kids reach the top of the stairs and make their way towards the bedroom where the door is open and waiting for them to enter.

“Mumma? We go in? Dat okay?” Grace looks back at you before entering the room with her brother, her eyes begging for permission to go wake her father up. Grace has been ecstatic all morning to celebrate her daddy’s birthday.

“Go ahead!” You say, nodding towards the door. Grace kindly pulls Ethan towards the door and the two of them sneak into the master bedroom.

Harry hears the giggles coming from Grace, as she cannot contain her excitement anymore. Opening one eye, Harry looks towards the door to see his three favorite people. He sits up, the sheet falls revealing his ink splattered chest. Resting his back against his pillows and headboard, a sleepy smile spreading across his face slowly.

“Happy Birf-day Daddy!” Grace shouts with excitement as she comes towards the bed. Grace drops Ethan’s hand and attempts to help him on the bed while still holding her gift tightly under her arm.

“Come ‘ere, Stud.” Harry reaches across the bed, grabbing Ethan by the armpits and pulling him up on the bed. Ethan lays on Harry, giving him a hug. Sitting up he puts his hands on Harry’s cheeks.

“Da-da diss?” Ethan says, attempting to pucker his lips, leaning in towards Harry’s mouth. Harry pushes his lips out to meet Ethan’s mouth that is wide open. Ethan pulls away, leaving a string of slobber behind.

“Happy Birthday babe!” You say, coming to Harry’s side of the bed with the tray of breakfast.

“Thank you Darling.” Harry gives you a smile that makes your heart feel warm. “Did yeh make me breakfast? IN BED?” His eyes grow wide at the tray of delicious food that is being placed on his lap. He pulls Ethan to the side, tucking him close to his body.

“I made it! All of it!!!!” Grace says as she scoots closer to her father, gift in hand.

“That’s right; she helped with everything.” You say. “Don’t eat yet. Gotta grab the matches.” You walk swiftly to the bathroom to grab the matches Harry uses to light the candles  when he takes a bath.

“Okay.” He chuckles at your fast walk to the bathroom. “Thank you Bug! This looks so yummy!” Harry looks down at the tray, and his mouth begins to water. Grace had helped you make heart shaped pancakes, coffee, fresh strawberries and raspberries, real maple syrup, and a lovely flower arrangement.

“I dot ‘nother su-pise after you blow out your candle.” Grace holds up the small box, struggling to hold still as she is giddy as all get out. “Mumma said only one candle cause firdy-four is too much.”

“That’s alright. We can put thirty-four candles on the cake tonight.”  Harry smiles. “How’s that sound?”

“I like it!” Grace nods. Ethan reaches towards the plate, attempting to grab a pancake. Harry tears a small corner off the breakfast food and hands it to the little boy.

“I’m ready to eat too, Stud.” He whispers in Ethan’s ear.

You arrive back in the room with matches in hand. Walking towards Harry’s side of the bed, you strike a match. It makes Harry laugh when you hold the very end of the match and hurry to light the candle, worried you will burn yourself.

“O-tay! We sing Happy Birf-day!” Grace leads the family in the song. Harry’s dimple makes an appearance as he can’t hide the happiness he is feeling. He has everything he wants in the world right here. He needs nothing more than these three humans to make him happy. They are his favorite humans for sure.

“Happy Birf-day dear Daddy! Happy Birf-day to you!” The song finishes and Harry takes a deep breath in. Pushing the air out of his lungs, Harry blows out the candle with one breath. You, Grace, and Ethan clap for Harry, cheering him on in his candle blowing.

“Can I dig in?” Harry asks. You nod, giving Harry the signal that it’s okay to eat. Harry pops a strawberry in his mouth before pouring the syrup over his pancakes.

“Daddy?” Grace asks her father.

“Yes love?” Harry takes a bite of his strawberry, making it “Ethan size”, and gives the other end to Ethan.

“I dot a present.” Grace holds up the box, wrapped in red polka dotted wrapping paper.

“Hand it over Bug” Harry sets his fork back down on the tray, holding out his hand for Grace to give him the gift.

“Grace worked very hard on this, Harry. This was her idea and she did all the work with some help, but mostly by herself.” You say as Grace gives the package to Harry.

Harry feels excitement fill his body, as he begins to tear open the package. When the wrapping is removed, Harry knows exactly what he holds in his hands, and he is stunned.

“What is this?” Harry is shocked; the album artwork is incredible, and he cannot wait to pop this into the stereo and blast it throughout the house.

“It’s my album, daddy.” Grace’s eyes light up with pride as he turns the album over in his hands. “Jus’ like you!”

Harry is at a loss for words. This has got to be one of the best gifts he has ever recieved. He looks at the songs on the back of the album.

Butterfly Much

Flyin’ in da Sky

Pink Flowers

‘Nana Pancakes

Dancin’ by Myself

Rainbows

Flip-Flops and Sunnies

Happy

Jumpin’ in Puddles

Daddy

“Grace wanted to make music like you do. So who did we call Grace? Tell daddy how you made your album.” You prompt Grace, proud of the little one and what she has created.

“I call Unca’ Mitch. He help me write all da songs.” Grace begins to tell her father about the process. “And den Sarah, and Clare and Adam, dey came and help with da music.” Harry is in awe of his friends and the fact that they would put their time off aside to help Grace create an album just for him. “I sing all da songs. Just for you!” Grace smiles at her dad, proud of what she created.

“Grace! This is amazing. Can I listen?” He asks, still shocked at the fact that he has ten songs of Grace recorded for his ears.

“Mmmmhmm!” She hums looking towards you. You stand up to put it in the stereo.

“Mitch taught Grace a few chords on the guitar.” You say as you walk towards the entertainment center. “What song do you play that on, Grace?” You look towards your daughter who has an expression across her face that looks like nerves.

“Um, Rainbows.” Grace says quietly, the nerves of having her music played through the speakers coming through in her voice.

“You can play the guitar. Seems like Uncle Mitch has been a bit sneaky.” Harry chuckles. “Let’s scoot yeh over Stud. Come over and cuddle with me, Grace.” Harry moves Ethan over a bit so he can create a space for Grace on the other side of him. Holding out his arm, Harry invites Grace to cuddle in close to her father.

“Happy Birf-day! I love you butterfly much.” Grace whispers, giving Harry a tight side hug.

“I love you butterfly much and so much more Gracie Bug.” Harry kisses her head. “Press play mum! Let’s hear my new competition.” You and Harry chuckle at his comment as you press play on the remote.

The album begins and Harry already has tears in his eyes as the sweet voice of his baby girl plays through the speakers. Her voice is soft and tender as it hits Harry right in his heart. The lyrics make the tears fall from his eyes and roll down his cheeks.

“Grace, you can sing, love. This is outstanding. A Masterpiece.” Harry is quiet in his words, keeping them close for just Grace. She is special, and he can see her standing on stage someday, maybe singing alongside him.

For the next forty minutes, the family listens to Grace’s album: Grace Styles, as they cry, dance, and Grace sings along to a few of the songs. Today is a good day. One that Harry and Grace will never forget. A day that will always be remembered  as the day Grace gave her heart in the form of a debut album to her father.

A/N: Happy Birthday Week for Harry!! A massive thank you to the best beta anyone could ask for @whoopsharrystyles she is amazing people, and if you haven’t checked out her writing you should! It’s soooo good! Please check out my Masterlist and Wattpad Page! I love you all! Thank you so much for all your support and love!! 

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The Past is Beyond Our Control

#ChoicesCreates Round 21, Prompt was - What if…

Book: Endless Summer

Rating: M (Death, Accidental self harm, PTSD, Sensitive themes)

Genre: Angst

Pairings: Jake x MC (Taylor), Grace x Aleister, Zahra x Craig, Diego x Varyyn, Sean x Michelle 

Words: ~2000

Summary: What if… two words people often think of when they know… their alternate decisions could affect the outcomes of certain situations… Alas, The Butterfly Effect is unstoppable just like time itself. We can only learn to cope and move on.

A/N: WOW. we have been doing this without fail for 21 weeks, I couldn’t be more impressed @hollyashton , this week’s host is @catsrtheboss !! If anyone noticed this title is a line from Until Dawn… don’t tell Sony I don’t want to be sued… anyway this fic is heavy stuff, very angsty, actually, nothing but angst and sadness but enjoy nonetheless haha. Also since ES is in itself incomplete some scenarios were made up by me, some idols prophecy happened, some didn’t , just a head up!

Grace

It’s been 2 months since they were rescued from La Huerta… not all of them survived and not all the bodies were recovered…

Grace’s mom was desperate to get her usually cheery and curious daughter back… 

“Grace Tamara Hall…” the middle aged woman read off of her patient’s medical report. Her thick glasses positioned comfortably on her nose.

“Not gonna lie, I was honored when Blaire Hall chose me to be your psychiatrist, she cares about your well being a lot, sweetie”

Grace snorted knowingly, never meeting the doctor’s eyes. The doctor sighed flipping through the pages of her patient’s report.

“Look… whether you want to face it or not, and I am assuming it’s the latter, you have PTSD, my dear. Post Tr–”

“Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I am not stupid and I am fully aware of my condition” Grace mumbled while rubbing her temples

“Oh… well… What if we try–”

“What if… I think about these two words often.” Tears welled up in her eyes as her bottom lip started trembling.

“I was… suggesting… maybe you could tell me the source of your regret and I will help you… I promise, Ms. Hall…” The doctor said, her voice sounding more sincere than before

Once again, Grace was in the lab located inside mount Atropo. She was on the ground , her entire frame shaking after seeing three of her friends being hailed by bullets… She and her friends failed to input the right password which would deactivate the protection protocols.

Aleister

She couldn’t believe it he was… no more… Their feelings… Their spark… it never had a chance to become a fire. She wanted to be with him, she wanted to hug him… to run her hands through his platinum hair… To gaze into his deep, thoughtful baby blues… instead she was staring into his lifeless eyes, and watched as the color drained from his already pale skin. 

Grace was paralyzed with fear, anger and despair, IRIS’s cold, heartless, mechanical voice rang in the room , breaking her panic attack.

“Directive 1908… Revival procedure available…”

These words gave a her a glimpse of hope… before…

“Password input required.”

“No…” Taylor mumbled “We can’t risk this input bullshit anymore! Look what happened to our friends!”

“Taylor… what if we can save them… save him!” Grace’s voice was cracking. She sounded miserable and… slightly selfish… and she knew it.

“Grace, it’s too risky!” Michelle shouted.

“We can’t just do nothing!”

Grace ran to the computer. She thought of all the things the password could be. Her first two attempts were failures, now was her last chance… she entered her last guess …

IRIS clicked for a second “…Input Invalid”

She felt dizzy… she failed … she failed her friends and she failed herself. She couldn’t hold back her tears.

IRIS’s cold expression softened and the robot looked at her direction.

“I am… so sorry… Grace…”

A spark of electricity glistened down the hologram’s cheek like a teardrop.

“Emergency s-self destruct initiated.”

Her orb started smoking as her image distorted, her face turning into a grimace of agony before disappearing, shutting down the lights in the room with her.

“And just like that… I lost four of my friends… in about ten minutes…”

“…Four..?”

“IRIS… it wasn’t her fault… she was our friend” tears were threatening to pour down her face once again.

She wiped her tears. “Dr. Williams I appreciate this… I do… I know my mom payed a lot for my appointments but I… I can’t do this…” she stood up from the comfortable cushion and headed for the door.

“Grace… after a traumatic experience… closure is essential… you can’t shut everyone off. It will worsen both your physical and mental…”

Grace didn’t buy any of it, she was determined to leave, she opened the door and threw a glance at Dr. Williams once again, her expression was calm and professional.

“Ms. Hall, the past… is beyond our control… you’ll have to accept it or you will never heal.”

After a moment of consideration… Grace was out the door.

Zahra

It’s been two months since they were rescued. Two months since they left that… God forsaken island… it’s been one months, twenty seven days, 6 hours and 23 minutes since the last time she was outside. She basically barricaded herself from the outside world, from her friends, from her family, from her guilt. It’s been two months, fifteen days, seven hours, and forty three minutes since the last time she saw him…

at this point moving in a group was becoming dangerous, Sean, Jake, Yvonne and Craig were preparing themselves to explore this fucked up place even further. Turns out there’s not just a couple of mythical creatures in this place, maybe tens or even hundreds of different species. Exploring the fauna wasn’t their mission though.

“Do you guys have a deathwish?!” Michelle protested. “Whatever we do we should always do as a group. No splitting up have you learned NOTHING from 90s horror flicks?!” Sean just stared at her , listening to her rant before wrapping one arm around her and pulling her into a hug.

  “Please… be safe… I almost lost you here once already…” Michelle cried.

 Zahra watched all that before moving her gaze towards Craig. His eyes were on her as well but noticing their eye contact he quickly looked away. Everyone knew what they were attempting was dangerous and… probably pointless… whatever they were attempting, she didn’t quite catch.

Do something… Zahra thought to herself…

“Craig…” she approached him and  caught his attention.

“Hey…” He said. They stared longingly into each other’s eyes.

  “Craig, I…” his hand brushed hers softly.

   And… of all the things she could have thought of… their past good times… their past laughter… their past intimacy… she thought of how he abandoned her… like an old toy he didn’t need anymore when he found a better hobby. She pulled her hand away from him

  “Try not to fuck everything up, imbecile.” She left his side but kept throwing occasional glances before they left… he was gritting his teeth… was it anger ? was it regret? She would never find out.

She was sitting in the middle of her room. She moved all her furniture away one day and just preferred sitting on the ground from then on. The silence was deafening. Sometimes she swore she could hear her own blood flowing in her veins.

She kept staring at her phone screen. Specifically at a picture of her and Craig, after his first game in the football team, her hands were around his neck hugging him close and his hand was around her waist.

Zahra blocked her phone and stood up. She Kept circling around the room , thinking of what she’s done. She could have kissed him… she could have told him that she cared about him and wanted to be a part if his life again once they were safe. She could have said…

I love you.

  But she didn’t. And the last thing she ever told him was an insult… one he … never deserved…

“Didn’t he now?” she whirled around. Staring back at her was her reflection in a mirror. But it wasn’t her it had a malicious face full of anger.

“Don’t you remember?!” The reflection shouted. “Did you forget how he forgot you. How he threw you away?!

Zahra turned her back to the mirror hoping the hallucination would stop

“Sh-Shut. Up.” “He didn’t need you. I bet he made fun of you with his new friends. The pretty little cheerleaders. Honestly, even though I knew he had no taste, didn’t think he’d replace you with those Barbie dolls

  “That’s not true… He didn’t –”

“Oh it is. He was a traitorous, irresponsible, idiot and deserved whatever he got. He was a waste of spa–”

  “SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH" Zahra’s fist collided with the mirror shattering it in tens of pieces.

She was shaking and breathing heavily. She didn’t feel the pain kick in though, until she saw how blood flowed down her entire wrist, soaking her jacket with the warm liquid. Might have damaged a vein. She collapsed on the floor and reached for her phone.

She hasn’t called anyone in one month, fourteen days, six hours and nine minutes…

 "911… help, please… I’m b-bleeding…”

Sean

He has left the football team. Although both his coach and the team were trying to change his time but he was determined… he wasn’t playing without  his best friend.

Not like he would have anyone supporting his decision. He could contact the survivors but it wouldn’t be the same.

Michelle

 He couldn’t believe she committed suicide… she knew what she was doing, it was definitely suicide. He shouldn’t have blamed her for Craig’s death…

“Sean, quick! Michelle went outside!” Taylor alerted him. He rolled his eyes.

 “Why should I care?”

 “Wh-what are you talking about, she could get herself killed.”

 “Why. should. I help. her. Did she do anything to help Craig? She could have helped him, he was crying out for her…. But she just stared and did nothing” Sean hissed in anger.

 “Sean, that’s not fair, she was paralyzed with fear!”

 “Oh yeah? maybe she’ll get paralyzed again outside and you’ll drag her back?!” He stormed off.

For the most part, he blamed himself for her death. He didnt care enough. He never did. Maybe thats why their relationship kept failing. But he did have strong feelings for her and kept trying again.

He didnt want to admit it but he had weak rational thinking. He usually went with his gut or momentary emotions. He also didnt want to admit but if it hasnt been for his idleness… and inaction… his friends might have still been alive.

No more. 

He'd rejoin the team. He loved football… he would not develop more regrets… he's had enough.  

Varyyn

After his revival ritual performed by Uqshaal, Varyyn was told that the Catalysts fulfilled their destiny and saved their tribe.

He was also told that not all of the catalysts made it…

Diego

They died together but unfortunately the Vaanti revival ritual would never work on a human 

It was unfair… unfair that he’d get to continue his life and become a king but Diego would not and without him does it even matter?

He convinced his mother to bury Diego next to former kings and honored warriors He deserved to be honored like one of them.

The Vaanti had festivities dedicated to the bravery of the catalysts for weeks to come.

It was a bittersweet feeling but Varyyn was glad that time will now be their only enemy…

“I am very proud of you, Varyyn” Uqshaal said putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you”

“Are you ready for your speech in front of our tribe?”

“Yes… I am…”

Taylor

She wished she was stronger… She wished she could have saved them all… she was supposed to be a leader yet she failed the group. 

Her choices led to disastrous results, she tried to contact the survivors but they kept saying they were… busy… yeah, sure…

She couldn’t help a little offended but she didn’t blame them, the experience scarred all if them deeply at this point she didn’t think surviving was worth it. She missed her best friend, Diego.

They left him for six. Fucking. Months. And at the end still weren’t able to save him. She kept rewatching the stupid videos they would film out of boredom He always seemed so positive… so careless. She knew it wasn’t true but he was always a great friend.

She felt like a monster sometimes because even after the whole thing she could still laugh sometimes and have nice dreams. Was something wrong with her? Was that just her own special little way of going… insane?.. What if she died too? And this was just a figment of her dying mind… what if every…thing died because of her?

Jeez, if Jake was here… he’d give her a nickname, something like Courage the Cowardly dog or some other paranoid character

Jake…

God, she missed him. His one liners and snarky remarks. His little smirk that could make her either roll her eyes or feel butterflies having WWE fights in her stomach. His last moments still go in a continuous loop in her mind.

“Princess… don’t freak out but… I think I am dying…” he was coughing out drops of blood. Everything happened so damn fast she didn’t even realize what happened

“Jake please… no, don’t leave me I can’t do this without you” she cried against his jacket, cupping his face.

“Don’t say that– you’re– you’re so smart and incredible… you could pull this off all by yourself you– I am in so fucking in love with you, Taylor” he blurted out clutching his side. “

Jake… no, please…” She kissed him passionately, like it was the last time because… frankly it was. She felt the metallic taste of blood but it didn’t bother her at all. She knew that if she let go… he’d be gone…

He will never be gone, he’ll always be in her heart, in the back of her mind, grinning cockily, calling her princess for the first time. But she needed to let go. Outside of La Huerta… she had no power over time and she’d need to learn to let go and move on. Or she’ll always, subconsciously be… in one of those time loops… unable to get out.

An incoming call broke her from her gaze, it was Sean, she was ever so slightly euphoric to hear his voice.

“Sean! Hey!” She said in a maybe a little to excitedly.

“Hey, Taylor… it’s good to hear your voice.” She smiled at those words

“Yours too, Sean…”

“I– I don’t know how this happened but Zahra’s in a hospital… Grace went to check in her to see the door smashed in by the emergency… her veins were cut… could be self harm” She was silent. Now she felt even more like a monster, laughing and genuinely feeling great sometimes while her friend suffered from depression.

“Taylor..? You there..?”

“Yeah it’s just…”

“I am going to visit her, do you want me to pick you up?”

That’s it. That’s what they needed. Be there for each other. With each other. Together they’d heal much faster than by themselves.

“Yeah, sure!”

“Great, see you Taylor” she could feel him smile through the phone.

She quickly grabbed her apartment keys and headed for the door, throwing a glance back at her room. Next to her bed… folded neatly was a certain dark green jacket. She stared at it before grabbing and putting it on. Yeah… she’d move on… doesn’t mean she couldn’t cherish memories…

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