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ladynyctophilia · 4 years

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Avoiding Red

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Mature Themes

Pairings: Vivienne Tang x MC (Rozario)

With the heist gone wrong, it all felt like a dream. I fell off of the helicopter with guns pointed at me in every direction, but somehow I was still shoved into an ambulance and rushed to a hospital for surgery.

At this point, I didn't know the difference between fantasy and reality. There was even this one night where I thought Vivienne was at the hospital with me, kissing my hand, but I knew that wasn't true. The Poppy should be laying low by now, probably in another country after all that heat we attracted in Paris. Again.

I've been left with nothing but questions. Did I really join The Gilded Poppy? Was Vivienne Tang real? Or was I just waking up from a coma? However, whenever I moved, the gunshot wound on my lower abdomen, and the breaks in my ribs told me otherwise. My heart ached.

This is real.

And every night I had to relive those same events in my dreams, but in my dreams I died on that rooftop.

However, my thoughts were interrupted by the clicking of my room door opening. The nurse was probably back with this morning's pain medication.

More pills to shove down my throat. Yay.

But to my surprise, it wasn't the nurse, and I could feel my heart quickening as a short man dressed in a well-tailored suit that complemented his sun-kissed features entered the room. I tensed, ignoring the pain from my wound. This man wasn't a doctor or a nurse, and he didn't look lost either. That could only mean one thing. He stared at me, and I stared at him, but none of us gestured to speak. The man's hair was black as a starless night, even darker than Vivienne's, but his eyes were full of warmth. The green of his eyes reminded me of the emerald eyes of Vivienne's serpent ring, but unlike the color of envy, his gaze felt safe, and not like the cunning nature of the thieves and criminals I was acquainted with. I sighed.

Vivienne...

However, a glint of light brought my attention to his chest, where a badge rested, flashing with justice. I didn't think about the police or anything like that when I was here. When I could think straight��

Ha. Straight.

Shut up, Rozario.

...all I thought about was Vivienne and the look on her face when I let go. Did she really poison me? My heart wanted to deny any suspicion of betrayal in Vivienne, but my head knew better. Vivienne did have a past of lying and running away. She was a criminal after all, and I've been burned before.

" Rozario Inmaculada Cruz," the man finally announced, waiting for my reaction.

I winced at my full name that was weighed down by tradition and religion and stained by the memory of my father's stern voice, but other than that, he was getting no reaction out of me, and my eyes quickly narrowed.

Excellent detective skills, Jimbo, you know my name.

I didn't reply. To my surprise, his voice wasn't French; it was American, with a hint of something familiar. Very familiar. Spanish, but not from Spain. He was familiar to me, like a ghost.

Sus. I was growing suspicious, but that didn't help the squeeze of anxiety in my guts. Technically, I was in France legally; I just wasn't doing legal things...my situation suddenly dawned on me. I was going back to America in chains and would probably be locked up for the rest of my life. I was terrified. Before it could begin, my life was over. I will never-

"Rozario," the man's deep voice called to me again," you don't have to talk," he hummed, with a hand scratching the stubble underneath his chin thoughtfully. A habit whenever he was thinking most likely. "Just pay attention, I don't have a lot of time here, and neither do you." I'm assuming that the detective was a very patient and reserved man, but my eyes lingered on his antique, probably handcrafted watch.

Damn. I really have spent too much time around thieves.

The detective noticed and cleared his throat, pulling down his sleeve." Rozario, I'm going to be blunt with you, you're fucked," he said with a shrug, taking off his glasses as if to see me better. "No matter what you do or say, you will end up in the slammer, but," he held up a finger, checking to see if I was still paying attention. "The number of years can be significantly reduced if you cooperate and help the French government and I catch these so-called members of The Gilded Poppy," the detective got right to the point with a casualness that I didn't associate cops with. It was like he didn't care, whatever my answer was, but there was a gleam in his pale eyes that told otherwise.

He had a lousy poker face. Remy taught me the signs. I wanted to be stern, I wanted to be hard and cold, with no emotion, but there was a ball growing in my throat that I couldn't swallow. I was scared, but I couldn't give The Gilded Poppy away, could I? No. I quickly shook my head away from that thought as my eyes glistened with tears.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry...COME ON, ROZARIO!!

I mentally slapped myself.

Cry like a little bitch later, you can't cry in front of this man, or you will die a hundred deaths of shame.

With that much needed mental pep talk, I lifted my chin up and locked eyes with the detective...cop whatever he was, and opened my mouth.

"No, I will not help you, or anyone hunt down The Gilded Poppy," I declared firmly, trying to sound as emotionless as I could, but I came out more stubborn than I wanted. Both a blessing and a curse, hiding my emotions was never my strong suit. "So…" I looked away, trying to deflect whatever feelings from giving me away, "you are wasting your time, whoever you are."

"Whoever I am?" The man raised a brow, pulling up a chair next to my bed to sit as if he was here to tell me my Abuela died. "Yes, I'm a private investigator that deals in foreign affairs, but I took your case because I know you, Rozario, from high school."

WHAT???!!!!

My panic was apparent, and whatever pathetic excuse of a mask I had on my face crumbled away, never to be rebuilt again. You would have thought I looked shocked. No, I was just sad, and it showed. I still wasn't quite sure who he was, but I believed him. Shit.

"Now," the investigator spoke after waiting for a reply he never got. "It's been seven or eight years, but yes, we attended the same school in Florida, but I was a year below you. Thomas Parker," he hesitated, but continued, dropping his investigator persona for a slight second, glancing around the room as if someone was there. Still, no one was, and he whispered, bashfully while avoiding my gaze, "we were in the dance club together...."

Tommy. Dance club. For a naive moment, all my worries had washed away, and my heart raced with excitement. It was like I had never left America and could recite the "old days" with Thomas and complain how terrible Mr. Jenkins was, but no, that wasn't the situation. He was an investigator, and I was now a thief...an art thief. The same coin, but different sides. "Tommy...Thomas," I finally said, savoring the taste of that familiar name, a name I knew as real and not fake. "Yes," I nodded, still avoiding his gaze shamefully. "I remember," outside of the dance club, I didn't know him well, but I knew that his mother was from Cuba like my parents were. However, he had grown into a completely different person. Puberty had really hit him like a truck because the Tommy I knew was shorter, hairless, and had the cutest chubby smile and carried around a deck of Magic The Gathering cards. He was adorable, but the Tommy that sat beside me wasn't that person anymore, now he was Thomas Parker, here to take me away for my crimes.

His sigh brought my attention back to him, "what happened, Rozario? After high school?" For a second, he looked betrayed, and I was taken aback, still too stunned to conjure up any answers or explanations, "did you not have money?" He asked, but didn't wait for me to answer. "For a while, I assumed you were kidnapped and forced to do these crimes, but you definitely robbed that jewelry store on purpose. So, what happened?" He leaned back, now crossing his arms like a child would if they were pouting, but he just seemed...angry...and hurt. Why? He was only ever an acquaintance. "What happened to the girl who was constantly doodling in her sketchbook, with dreamy eyes and a contagious smile?"

"I...I…" I opened my mouth, ready with excuses, but the ball in my throat had grown too large for any words to be processed, and if it weren't for the wetness on my cheeks, I wouldn't have known I was crying. "A-adventure…" I finally whispered, not knowing if he heard.

Thomas's eye twitched at my answer, but seeing my upset state, he slipped back into his role as a private investigator and not Tommy from the high school dance club. "Your parents don't know, but they will," he said, pulling out a notepad and pencil from his pocket, "and you are looking at a thirty-year sentence, at least, when you return back to The States, but," he paused, clenching his jaw. "With good behavior, that sentence can be lowered to as short as a decade if you cooperate and help me put the rest of The Gilded Poppy behind bars. I know that the real Rozario would have never committed those crimes. Can't you see that they've tricked you?"

Thomas and I both knew that wasn't true, all those choices I made back then were mine alone, but it seemed as if he was trying to convince himself otherwise. I opened my mouth to speak, but he put a finger up to hush me.

"Don't say anything," he asked, voice going soft, "I've seen cases like this many times before. A naive girl gets charmed by a few criminals, and then the said criminals offer to show the girl the world and offer them wealth, a life of excitement and freedom. The naive girl accepts, she does a few crimes and has fun, but when something goes wrong, the criminals escape as the naive girl gets arrested and framed for their crimes."

"They wouldn't do that to me," I blurted out, much louder than I had meant as my heart quickened on the verge of another panic attack.

Thomas shrugged, gesturing to the hospital room, "then why are you still here? You've been chained to that hospital bed for a week, and rumor has it that you were poisoned," he raised a brow, "and the last time I checked, french security guards don't poison burglars."

"No," I shook my head, still denying the possibility, but the deeper Thomas's words sunk into me, the more insecure I felt about the trust I had in The Poppy, and he was right. It didn't help that I had been betrayed and abandoned by Vivienne the first time I was in Paris...but that was before they really knew me. I was on a trial heist then, but honestly? I would have thought Vivienne would have gotten me out of the hospital by now….or at least given me a sign that The Poppy was here. Maybe they weren't coming back, and my heart sunk further, like a dying whale, panging with something I could only describe as regret.

"Look," Thomas stood up, "whatever our past was, I'm here as an investigator, but I don't want to see you wilt away in prison when I know you don't belong there. We all make mistakes," he set down his notepad and pencil on my lap, "here, I know drawing puts your mind at ease." He gave me a small, sad smile before heading towards the door, "think about it, Rozario, you have twenty-four hours," and with those words said, Thomas left me alone with nothing but my thoughts and his notepad.

I blinked, my eyes crusty and sore from crying. I didn't know what I was going to do. The thought of having to live a life in prison terrified me. I didn't want to betray The Poppy, but was it worth a life in prison? Maybe I could find a way to cooperate without The Poppy getting caught.

Honor among thieves.

I snorted at that quote, beginning to sketch without even thinking. All I knew was that I was hurt, alone, scared, and depressed. I needed the embrace of a loved one more than ever.

Where had my life gone wrong?

A few of my tears dampened the paper, and when I got a closer look, I could tell I was just drawing a woman with Vivienne's likeness. Vivienne. I wanted to burn hotter than coal with anger, but instead, my soul wept as I clutched the drawing to my chest. Despite it all, I missed her.

There was a knock on my door, and I couldn't even compose myself properly before the nurse let herself in with a tray of today's breakfast. French hospitals put America's cafeteria food to shame, like always. Besides some language barriers, the hospital staff had been very kind, I owed them my life, but I was a mess right now and couldn't survive any more human interaction today. This experience had really brought out the introvert in me that I didn't even know was there, so I stayed silent, with my eyes on the notepad and flipped it to the next page, but instead of finding another blank page, there were words.

You are a thief now, aren't you? Escape the hospital and head to the hardware store down the road. You have 24 hours.

I read over the words at least twenty times before they registered. Escape. I had to escape. Was Thomas helping me escape? Or was The Poppy here to rescue me? It seemed like an almost impossible task, but it gave me hope, and I looked over to my left hand, chained to the hospital bed. Thanks to Nikolai, I could pick that, quite easily, in fact with my other hand free. Child's play. My heart fluttered with anxiety, and I looked at the nurse, but she wasn't in the room. Huh. I didn't even hear her leave. Suddenly, a long, slender hand cupped the side of my face and turned my gaze to the body it was attached to, the nurse, Vivienne. When our eyes connected, the stars aligned, making my heart flutter and eyes glisten with equal amounts of disbelief and admiration. "You're another hallucination…" I whispered, sunken eyes dreamy as her thumb dragged slowly down my lips.

"No," Vivienne shushed me with her lips, soft and flushed against mine, but she broke the kiss with a hiss before we could get lost, pressing her forehead against mine in promise. "A hallucination wouldn't burn the world for you."

To be continued…

#vivienne tang #vivienne x mc #queen of thieves lovestruck #lovestruck voltage #nikolai stirling #fanfiction #HEIST GONE WRONG #angst #red

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caritobbg · 4 years

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Secret Love Song - Spencer Reid x Reader (Part 1)

A/N: Hi everyone!!!!! ♥ this is my first little imagine/fanfic of Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader. I’m not sooooooo good writing in english, but here it goes? hahahahahahaha

I’ll should be posting the second part maybe later in the day or perhaps tomorrow ♥ Hope you like it!!!!!!!

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

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Five women were murdered on the eve of Valentine's Day.

Spencer is afraid you could be the next victim, but knows that the only person who can stop the killer is you.

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-I wish that it could be like that, why can't we be like that? 'Cause I'm yours… Why can't we be like that? Wish we could be like that… -

"Thank you very much Agent Hotchner" she said shaking his hand "it is an honor to work with you and your team" "The pleasure is ours" she said smiling "I will introduce you to the team ..."

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Three years had passed since that presentation. Three years in which her life had been directed to what she always wanted: to work at BAU. From that moment, her world took a 180 ° turn. She met her best friends, always up for a girls' night out at karaoke and, although she didn't like it very much, clubs.

(Y / N) was always a quiet girl, she loved reading all kinds of books, cooking, writing, listening to lyrical music, something that anyone would consider strange for a 24 year old girl ... but for someone in particular it was not ... Spencer Reid At first he did not want or, rather, he did not believe in love at first sight, he supposed that it was totally ridiculous for a person to fall in love with someone he had just met, until he saw her.

“I want to introduce you to our new partner, agent (Y / L / N) (Y / N)” said Hotch at the foot of the stairs with her next to him “they are agents David Rossi, Penelope García, Derek Morgan, Emily Pretniss , Jennifer Jareau and Spencer Reid "

" Nice to meet you all " she said smiling

" The pleasure is our little one "said Rossi shaking hands

" It will be incredible to work with you, I can assure you "Derek said smiling

" I need you to tell me one thing ... "

"Tell me ..." looking at Penelope who had a serious face

"When is your birthday?" smiling "I swear I will have an incredible party with lots of decorations and balloons and a giant chocolate fountain and ..." "January 31st" she said laughing "I'm not much of going out to celebrate, but I think I will do it with all of you"

From that day on he knew she was the perfect girl for him but ... he was scared. Fear of losing out, getting hurt, being rejected. And she felt the same ... after her last relationship she had given up on love, she no longer believed in him ...

"We have a case," Hotch said from the stairs. "Conference room, Garcia in a few minutes will give us the details." (Y / N) grabbed his pencil and pad and went to where Hotch indicated. Once in there, Penelope began to give them the details of the new case.

"My loves, this case happened just a few blocks away and it is… a strange thing… considering the circumstances in which these five murders took place." Garcia said showing one by one the photos of five murdered girls, "Bonnie Stewart, Daisy Jonas, Jessy Edwards, Margot Pinnock and Willow Phoenix, were found murdered with multiple stab wounds in the abdomen and chest with only one week of each other"

"Where did you find them?" Rossi said

"That's where I'm going" replied his partner "each of them was found a block from the karaoke bars they went to with their friends."

"They are all similar" Spencer said looking at everyone "short hair, brown eyes, height doesn't seem to matter."

“Our aforementioned doesn't know how to interact with people of the opposite sex, he tries to flirt with them, it doesn't go his way and once he finds them alone he subdues them, he needs to be in control. He has the profile of a narcissist in my opinion "

"Could be," Derek said.

"We already have something, at least," said Hotch as he separated them into groups.

(Y / N) and Derek went to speak to the Phoenix and Jonas families who, as you can imagine, were heartbroken over the loss of their daughters. They still couldn't understand how it could have happened. They told them that they had gone with their friends to spend the night and make plans for Valentine's Day * Great… I had forgotten that this date was coming soon… * she thought

"When will you tell him?" Derek asked him keeping his eyes on the road a few blocks from the offices “tomorrow is Valentine's Day”

“I don't know…” she simply replied “he told me that he was seeing someone else, a friend that he liked for years and that he never knows. could get out of his head "

After a few hours of discussion and exposing the clues they found, they concluded that the person they were looking for was a man in his thirties, with short brown hair, a normal build and a history of violence towards the opposite sex.

"Do we have a name?" asked Hotch who was arriving with Rossi

"Yes, and I'm afraid he's someone known to one of us" JJ said with a worried expression in his eyes. Emily, who was sitting next to (Y / N), did not have the right words to say it "It's ..."

"My ex-boyfriend ... Cam Greyson" (Y / N) replied with sadness and bitterness

"So ... I was right" Rossi said, everyone was looking at him confused.

"Look at the photos, who of us do those girls look like?"

"(Y / N)" Penelope couldn't believe it

Spencer entered the room praying that what he had heard had not been true, especially knowing where that bastard was going to attack again. For a few minutes the entire room was silent, no one dared to speak, not even him.

Seeing the person she loved like this, destroyed, upset, afraid of being next, was the worst thing that could have happened in her life.

"Garcia. Reid. " Hotch said snapping him out of his thoughts "Did you find the next place Cam is going to attack?"

"Yeah ... at the Night Owl bar, five blocks from here" Reid said

"That's the bar we always do our girls' night at. !!!!! " JJ commented with more concern in his voice than anything else "We have to talk to Joey, he sure is going to know something"

"We did it a few minutes ago, we already warned him" Spencer said trying to sound understandable

"I heard that he’s doing something there tomorrow" said Rossi looking at his companions "several people signed up to do a little karaoke show to celebrate "

" I need to take a breath "(Y / N) got up leaving everyone speechless; Spencer went after her but…

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Spencer POV's

"Pen ... could you give me some advice" I said as I entered her batcave with her, as we all call it; I was nervous because it was weird for her to ask for this kind of advice, but she was one of my best friends, so it was worth a try.

"Sure honey, what's wrong?"

"N ... I don't know how to say it, but ...

"Are you going to tell her? " that question took me by surprise

"H ... how ...?"

"We all know that little one, we know you like (Y / N)" typing as fast as possible on his computer to find the next place our unsub was about to attack " I found it!" We spoke to the owner of the place, one Joey Batey, he had known the girls for a few years as they would always spend their girls nights there. The place was set in those British bars that (Y / N) always liked and… wait…

“Spence, the only advice I can give you is to tell her, it could be too late if you wait” ¿Too late?

“What do you mean?”

“Our unsub… is him…” showing me a photo of him…

My blood boiled as I remembered everything that ... that idiot had done to him. He mistreated her, cheated on her for a year, 55 days, 2 hours and 48 seconds, he tried to make her life hell! I remember that when she decided to end the relationship I was by her side no matter what was going to happen, I consoled her, there were whole days in which she spent crying until she fell asleep in my apartment, she did not feel safe in hers since that bastard had the keys ...

"Come on, we have to let them know" I said, running out of there,

"She knows, Spence!" looking towards where they were all gathered; Seeing her in that state left me paralyzed. I love her ... I love everything about her ... her love for books, coffee, her smile, her voice, when she helps me get out of awkward situations, the way she laughs when we're together watching movies, her ...

"Garcia. Reid. " Our boss said, taking me out of my mind. "Did you find the next place that Cam is going to attack?"

"Yes ... at the Night Owl bar, five blocks from here"

"That's the bar we always do our girls' night at! !!!! " JJ commented with more concern in his voice than anything else "We have to talk to Joey, he sure is going to know something"

"We did it a few minutes ago, we already warned him" I said quickly but at the same time not wanting to run over me with my own words

"I heard that he’s doing something there tomorrow, several people signed up to do a little karaoke show to celebrate"

"I need to get some air " I went behind her as soon as she crossed the door with Penelope, but someone stopped me

"Leave her ... she needs some space, pretty boy" Derek was behind me "this is a bucket of cold water for both us and her"

"I don't want her to suffer again ..." without looking at him

"Will you tell her?" again? Am I really THAT OBVIOUS? "Tomorrow is ..."

"I know, it's Valentine's ..." staring at him "there are very small chances that she feels the same as me, 10 to 30% that it will be a success, which I am ..."

" Spencer, she loves you! It shows in the way she looks at you, in which she talks to you, everything in her indicates that she is 100% "

" Guys, come on, we need to discuss the plan, then we will comment on it to (Y / N) "said JJ from the conference room "I don't know if you will like this, but it is the only way to catch it"

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"NO! NO WAY!" as she walked across the room; they want her to be the one ... "Reid, she's the only one who can stop him, there's no other way!"

"David, that man did many things to her, including threatening her with death in front of us !!!!!"

"This is up to her" Emily said covering her face

"None of us sing very well what we say" said JJ on the verge of a fit of anger "(Y / N) has an incredible voice !! Even Joey said he has everything he needs for the show available! "

"I will do it."

*No, please no…*

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(Y / N) POV's

* Please no ... not again ... *

I felt that panic was consuming me little by little since they named it. My mind kept repeating over and over again the events of that past relationship: the mistreatment, the yelling, the fights, the ... hitting ...

“I need to get some air” and I got out of there as fast as I could, went down the stairs and went to the little kitchen where we always met to rest when we finished the paperwork

“Are you okay sweetie?”

“No, Pen… not really "Shedding some tears" just thinking that those girls are dead because a son of a bitch is obsessed with me makes me sick to my stomach "

" Come here "hugging me" it's not your fault! We're going to catch that bastard and everything will go back to how it was before, I promise you ”

“ I know we'll catch him, but how? ”

“ Don't worry about that, the others are coming up with the strategy to use ”

“ Yes… "

Before he could answer me, we heard screams from the living room. We both looked at each other and went there without making any noise and listened carefully to what everyone was saying.

“None of us sing very well, let’s say. (Y / N) has an amazing voice !! Even Joey said he has everything he needs for the show available! " yelled JJ; I looked at Penelope just as surprised as she was, we understood what our friend was referring to ... go to that show and catch him ...

"I will" I said from the door "when do we start?"

3rd person POV's

After they got the strategy and capture right, (Y / N), Emily and JJ went to spend the night at Penelope's house and prepare for the next day. It was going to be a very complicated day in that they wanted to ditch their friend as a diva to blow away a little stubborn named Spencer Reid.

"If Spencer does not come tomorrow I swear that I will make his life hell" said JJ leaving the room ready to sleep with a white T-shirt and long light blue pants "seriously, we will all be present to arrest him and nothing happens ”

“ I agree ”said Emily grabbing a few blankets for four o'clock; even though spring was approaching, the cold was still present in the city "I don't understand why it's like this"

"It's obvious !!!!" Penelope yelled, scaring everyone

“Oh come on! I know Spence doesn't like me "

" His eyes say otherwise, beauty "while Pen put a hand on her shoulder" Let's go to sleep "suggested JJ looking at the face of (Y / N)" tomorrow will be a long day and we have to prepare all of us "

* Time lapsus *

“Well then this is the plan” Joey said once they were about to do a little rehearsal “you will have to sing two songs, one fast and one slow.”

“Yeah, which ones? I don't even know where… ”pensive

“ (Y / N / N), do you remember that song you told me you wrote a few months ago? When we came back from the Rivera case in California ”said Emily

“ Yes… I remember her ”

“ You wrote a song and you never told us ?! ” screaming almost indignantly JJ

“Yes” this time laughing a little “it started with a few small notes on the piano and ended up being one that I never dared to sing in public, less in front of Spencer”

“We have a keyboard, you can play a little if you want and we'll tell you if it's perfect for the occasion ”while Joey guided her to the piano

“ I can't, it's… ”

“ Come on (Y / N / N), you don't have to sing it now, it's just the melody!

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8Hkgp6zSGI) (from 0:00 to 1:45)

He began to play. His hands flowed delicately over the keyboards of the beautiful keyboard, JJ and Penelope couldn't believe it. Emily knew about this song, when they came back from California she had seen her write something in a notebook while the rest of the team was resting.

Emily was next to (Y / N), waking up a little from that hour and a half of sleep, she watched her carefully while she wrote in a white colored notebook with white letters that said songs.

“I wish that we could be like that? What do you write?" she said, pulling her out of her thoughts

"N ... nothing ... is ..." closing her notebook

"A song?"

"Yes ..." as she opened it again "I always carry it with me, it's like a diary full of thoughts and phrases in which I write everything that happens to me "

" It's something very nice "smiling" name? "

" Um ... I decided to call it... "

In the midst of that memory, he did not realize that he began to sing a part of the chorus ...

“Why can't I hold you in the street? Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor? I wish that it could be like that, why can't it be like that? 'Cause I'm yours "

she stopped playing surprised, she had been carried away by her feelings, again ...

"Ok ... that's a resounding yes" JJ surprised by that chorus "we already have one"

"Spencer will have to come because I swear that ..." Pen said

"Please don't mention it" she said with a bit of sadness "let's move on to the next one"

#Criminal minds #Spencer Reid #Spencer Reid x Reader #Spencer Reid x Y/N #Derek Morgan #Jennifer Jareau #Emily Prentiss #Aaron Hotchner #Penelope García #imagine #mini fanfic #secret love song #little mix

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srhlsx · 4 years

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On weekends when there were no games, and when practice got out early enough to make it, you liked to venture into the city square to explore the fresh market. You didn’t always have time to go to the grocery store as much as you’d like to, and this way you also got to interact with the San Juan locals and brush up on your Spanish.

With a huge part of your job being meal planning for the athletes, you liked experimenting with the local foods and coming up with tasty options for them to try. Oikawa trailed along behind you, observing for the most part but also goofing off a little bit here and there. If he wasn’t busy with the club he liked to join you on these food adventures, and you enjoyed the additional company as well.

You were picking through a crate of vegetables when you heard him rustling through one of the bags you had asked him to hold. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Oikawa raising his hand to his mouth with a small bunch of grapes in his grasp. “Hey!” You cried out, swatting at him. “If you keep snacking on my food there won’t be any left for me!”

He smiled as he dodged your hand, stepping back and holding his hand high up in the air to keep you away from taking his snack. “Oh relax, (Y/n).” He teased, continuing to pick off the grapes with his teeth and also managing to keep them out of your reach. “I’ll buy you some more.”

“You’re such a butthead,” You grumbled, turning back to the man running the vegetable stand. You handed over the money you owed, apologizing to him with a roll of your eyes as he bagged up the produce you had selected before handing it over to you with a cheerful grin.

“I haven’t been called a butthead since middle school,” Oikawa laughed, stretching his arms then lacing his hands together to rest behind his head. A faraway look came over his face and he thought more and more about the childish insult you gave him.

“Well, you’re acting like one.” You told him.

He was snooping around the stall you were currently at, his eyes studying everything and trying to translate the words on the small signs. As he reached out a hand to try and study something closer, you quickly slapped it away - making him flinch and wail dramatically. “Wha-“

“Those are nuts - read the sign.” You shook a finger at him, scolding him like a mother would. His eyes widened considerably as he backed away from the stand filled with food that could easily swell his throat shut. “Where would you be without me?”

“Probably lost.” The two of you continued through the market stands, eyeing what was available. “You know, I don’t think I knew how good your Spanish was?”

“It better be,” You snorted as you studied some of the fruit a woman was selling. “I only minored in it in college.”

“Really?” Oikawa seemed surprised at your admission.

“Is that so hard to believe?” You turned from him and asked the woman at the stand a few questions before agreeing and buying some of her produce.

Oikawa went to grab the bag for you and you smiled in thanks. “No,” He started again. “So you minored in Spanish, and then double-majored in Nutrition and kineticology?”

“Kinesiology, Tooru.” You laughed at his mistake. You were reaching the end of the market and moved to sit at the bench Oikawa had motioned towards. “And don’t forget playing soccer on top of it all~”

“Can’t forget that,” He laughed, slinging an arm around the back of the bench the two of you sat on. “Is that why you came here? Because you spoke Spanish?”

You chewed at your lip a little bit, thinking over the question as you looked off in the distance at all the people going about their business in the major square. “I mean, that definitely helped the decision.” You told him. “But there were other factors that pushed me.”

Oikawa turned to look down at you, seeing the thoughtful expression on your face as you continued to watch people walk by and gnaw at the plump skin of your lower lip. It was not lost on him that you were deep in thought, even with the warm sun beating down and the gentle breeze blowing past, your eyes seemed distant and Oikawa was curious about why.

“Factors such as…” He let his voice trail off.

“That’s a little personal, don’t you think?” You turned and grinned at him, letting him know you were only joking but really you fully intended on not going down that route.

“I don’t know,” Oikawa shrugged, getting up from the bench and stretching his back, getting a faraway look on his face until he turned back and focused his brown eyes on you. “These days, it seems like everyone has something they are trying to get away from.”

You slouched a little bit as you gave him a pout, “What are you running from, then?”

“That’s a little personal, don’t you think?” Oikawa repeated, mocking the tone of your voice with a snotty yet teasing look on his face.

You rolled your eyes and stood up, taking his outstretched hand to help. “You jerk,” You swatted at him, the blow landing on his shoulder and making him laugh as he flinched.

After spending the rest of the afternoon wandering around with Oikawa, dipping in and out of stores, you set all your bags down on the floor of your apartment and tossed your mail on the table. You sifted through the junk, random ads for local restaurants and television services, when one envelope in particular caught your attention.

Your name was scrawled across the front in delicate handwriting, the name on the return address making your breath catch in your lungs and choke you a little bit. A sudden rush of heat came over your cheeks and you heard a faint ringing in your ears as you simply stared at the envelope in your hand. You got that overwhelming feeling of emptiness rushing across your body, palms getting sweaty as you shook yourself out of the stupor and flipped it over to open.

The thick card stock slipped out of the envelope easily, embossed lettering in glittery foil caught your attention right away as your eyes read over the words carefully. Save the Date! We’re getting married! Below the announcement was a date and two names, both painfully familiar to you.

You felt the heat of tears stinging at the back of your eyes before you even registered what you were looking at, the memories rushing back to you in an instant.

The bar was dark, smelling of a mix of every type of alcohol you could think of - but only the cheap brands, this it was still a college watering hole after all.

You laughed at something one of your friends had said, bringing your drink up for another sip as you felt a tapping on your shoulder. Turning around, you found a familiar face looking at you with those deep eyes and sideways smirk. Your heart clenched a little and you smiled back brightly.

“You made it!” You called out over the thumping music being played from the corner DJ booth. You put down your drink and handed your darts over to one of your friends, asking them to take your turn for you. Tuning your attention back to the boy waiting for you, you were about to go in for a hug when you stopped yourself.

“(Y/n), this is-” You tried your best to put on your best smile and not let the disappointment show through on your face. As he introduced you to the girl on his arm, your heart broke piece by piece until it almost became hard for you to breathe.

The feeling of being pulled into a crushing hug dragged you out of your trance, you lifted your arms up after a brief hesitation and hugged the girl back. “It is so good to finally meet his best friend! He talks about you all the time!”

You nodded with a smile, responding with the cliche “Hopefully nothing too terrible!”

You knew this was coming. He had told you, warned you, that he was going to bring his new girlfriend to the meet-up because it had been a few weeks of dating and he really wanted you to meet her. Your opinion mattered to him, and if he was getting serious with someone he needed his ‘best girl to approve’.

You would approve. Of course you would. You could tell she was sweet, funny, made the same jokes that you would and laughed when you made them first. When she went to the bathroom he had asked what you thought, and you told him she was great.

As much as it broke you up inside you kept the mask on the outside the best you could. Up until a few hours later, when they said their goodbyes, getting another warm hug from her before parting ways. When the door shut behind them, you felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to the familiar face of one of your other friends.

She looked down at you with a sad expression, opening her mouth to speak, probably wanting to say something apologetic or reassuring, but you cut her off. “It’s fine,” You said, waving a hand dismissively and swallowing the lump that had been stuck in your throat for most of the night. “He seems happy.”

In your small kitchen, a thousand miles away from that old college bar, you stood with shaking hands looking at the card. They posed together in a loving embrace, his lips on her cheek as she smiled brightly at the camera with her left hand extended to show off the glittering gem that adorned her ring finger. It was a lovely picture and you were sure that had it been literally anyone else, you might’ve smiled warmly and immediately sent them a congratulating text.

However, the feeling of your stomach churning made you let go of the card. As it fluttered back onto the table, you rushed to your kitchen sink and gripped the edge with white knuckles and immediately felt the muscles of your abdomen contract and lurch you forward.

With tears streaming down your face and the sound of your dry heaving echoing in your otherwise silent apartment, you felt your heart break into pieces all over again.

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visceryl · 4 years

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HPHM Profile: Konn

Art Credit: @zuulosdovah @angrynar @montdiarts Profile Credt: @hogwartsmysterystory

- IDENTITY -

Name: Konnor Levi Rainwater

Gender: Male

Age: 17 years old

Birth Date: September 21st, 1973.

Species: Metamorphmagus

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Bisexual - leans mostly towards males.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: English

Residence: Bloomsbury, London

Myer Briggs Personality Type: INTP - The Logician

- THE MAGE -

1st Wand:

Holly Wood

Thunderbird Tail Feather

10 ¾

Reasonably Supple Flexibility

Holly wood is of the more rare variety of wand woods. Often considered protective and attracted to those who need help overcoming anger and imeptiosity. Typically their owners are engaged in a dangerous or spiritual quest. Thunderbird tail feathers are said to be great for transfiguration and are proceedingly difficult to master. They are sometimes said to fire curses when in danger.

2nd Wand: N/A. This boy refuses to lose his wand.

Animagus: An arctic fox

Misc Magical Abilities: Nothing other than being a metamorphmagus.

Boggart Form: His brother, Allston, looking notably dead and enraged (a nod to being afraid of failing his loved ones).

Riddikulus Form: Milk spewing out of Allston’s nose and him busting out into laughter. (This is also a nod to a time

Amortentia: He smells like peppermint, a freshly cracked book, and petrichor.

Amortentia: He smells something distinctly animal, faint smokiness, and lavender.

Patronus: An Occamy.

Patronus Memory: When he becomes an animagus. While the actual process is miserable for him, being able to get to the end and have it work was monumental. It allowed him to feel some semblance of control and was a time he got incredibly close with Talbott.

Mirror of Erised: Himself and his brother side by side with their respective families, happy and laughing, their arms around each other.

Specialized/Favourite Spells:

Specializes in transfiguration spells

Protego (Usually always bailing his friends out of trouble)

Lumos (Who doesn’t need a good light spell)

Expelliarmus (In duelling, he always tries to disarm first)

- APPEARANCE -

Faceclaim:

Game Appearance:

Height: 5′8

Weight: 142 lbs

Physique: Slender, built for speed and stealth rather than strength.

Eye Colour: A stormy blue, though as a metamorphmagus, it changes.

Hair Colour: Platinum blonde, this changes based on his moods but always returns back to its original color.

Skin Tone: A warm ivory.

Body Modifications: Later on, he gets a fox tattooed on his arm.

Scarring: Konn ends up with a few magical burns. One on his shoulder, another in the dead center of his back. He also has a much more notable blade wound across his abdomen and a permanent knick just beneath one of his eyes that is usually concealed by freckles. He conceals everything.

Inventory:

A golden snitch

Fox treats (For his pet fennec)

A casset player/tapes he got from Hal Greywind

A blue goldstone crystal necklace

His journal and quill

His wand

An occamy he keeps hidden in a pouch

His Amaranthine Broom (not always on his person)

- ALLEGIANCES -

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Ilvermorny House: Horned Serpent

Affiliations/Organizations:

The Order of the Phoenix

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Slytherin

Professions:

A spy for The Order of the Phoenix

Professional bailsman for his brother

Sometimes odd jobs for his covers

A tutor during his time at Hogwarts

- HOGWARTS INFORMATION -

Class Proficiencies: (He’s a nerd brain, have mercy)

Astronomy: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆

Charms: ★★★★★★★☆☆

DADA: ★★★★★★★☆☆

Flying: ★★★★★★★★★☆

Herbology: ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

History of Magic: ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

Potions: ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

Transfiguration: ★★★★★★★★★★

Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures

Alchemy

Apparition

Study of Ancient Runes

Quidditch: Slytherin Seeker since year 3 all the way through year 7.

Extra Curricular:

Dueling Club

Ethren’s D&D Club (He tried to keep him from joining but Konn kept sneaking in.)

Quidditch

Favourite Professors: McGonagall

Professor McGonagall is someone Konn looks up to immensely. As he specializes in Transfiguration and later begs to undergo the ritual for becoming an Animagus, she is his closest and greatest ally and teacher. She always looks out for him and presents him with more opportunities to further his skill.

Least Favourite Professors:

Rakepick: As far as things go with Rakepick, her entire duration as a professor always rubbed Konn the wrong way. He hated her secrecy and interference with the Vaults. He begrudgingly worked with her to gain information and to find his brother, mostly using her as she used him.

Snape: He is mostly disliked due to the toxic relationship he develops with Konn. Always pushing Konn to higher standards than everyone else in unachievable ways, Konn always felt the need to meet them as Snape showed he cared for him and was his HoH. As someone afraid of failure, this was always something that stressed Konn. (Not to mention Snape always praises Merula.)

- RELATIONSHIPS -

Brother: Allston Rainwater

Pureblood Wizard

Attended Hogwarts as a Slytherin

His Animagus form is a Golden Jackal

Allston acted as Konn’s parental figure for the most part. The two were inseparable. His love for his brother outweighs just about everything else.

He never wanted to get involved with the Vaults, but was given no choice.

Allston abstained from having any relations with anyone, often saying he had too much on his plate between the Vaults and his brother. Though later when Konn gives him a normal life, he’s revealed to be straight and marries a muggle woman, having two kids with her.

Misc Siblings: N/A

Father: Roland Rainwater

44 years old

Works for the Ministry of Magic as a high ranking official

Pureblood Wizard

Attended Hogwarts as a Slytherin

Had little interest in his actual kids, spent most of his time working and out of the house, only coming around with gifts just to disappear again.

Very wealthy.

It was suspected later that he was responsible for working with R and that he had pressured Allston into searching for the Vaults.

Mother: Charlotte Rainwater

42 years old

Pureblood Witch

Works as a journalist and writer, always traveling and hunting her next big thing.

Attended Hogwarts as a Ravenclaw.

She was always a bit of a narccisist. Always obssessed with her own career and luxury earninings. She spends big and lives freely, using her work as an excuse for the neglect she left her children with.

Love Interest: Talbott

Towards the start, Talbott wanted nothing to do with Konn. He found him dangerous and obssessive, his constant trouble-making with the Vaults always causing him to worry.

Konn crushed on him first after seeing how he worked with Transfiguration and learned he was an Animagus.

In attempts to get Talbott to notice him and strike jealousy, Konn asked Tonks to be his fake date to the ball. This rouse failed miserably as Talbott just thought they were dating.

During 5th year, Konn finally confessed how he felt. Talbott had his reserves, but agreed to a first date.

They compliment each other really well. Both specializing in the same areas, Talbott’s cool and collected often soothes Konn’s rampant lack of control, while Konn often convinces Talbott to come out of his shell.

While still chasing Talbott, over a summer, Konn and Hal have a brief fling before realizing they’re more like brothers and wondering what the hell they were thinking.

Best Friends:

Nymphadora Tonks

Rowan Khanna

Rival: Merula

Enemy: R, Rakepick, his father, and later on (I think for everyone) Voldemort, Ben Copper.

Dormmates:

Rowan

Barnaby

Murphy

Orion

Pets: His pet Fennec Fox, Vulcan. Vulcan was gifted to him by Allston right before he vanished. It is speculated Allston went home, left the gift, then went back to Hogwarts where he was finally trapped.

Closest Canon Friends:

Talbott Winger

Nymphadora Tonks

Rowan Khanna

Tulip Karasu

Barnaby Lee

Jae Kim

Charlie Weasley

Closest MC Friends:

Hal Greywind @one-very-angry-hufflepunk

Ethren Whitecross @hogwartsmysterystory

Kaina Malin @zuulosdovah

Uriel Nightclaw @montdiarts

Skylar Morningstar @angrynar

Daisy Withers @ruby-and-opal-withers

BACKGROUND/HISTORY

As an infant, Konnor was nannied by an elderly woman hired through services. She was strict and cold, pushing his incredibly young mind to work before it was ready. This was when he showed signs of being a metamorphmagus, always seeming to scare the living daylights out of the woman who could never keep up with walking into a room and seeing a different baby each time.

By the time Konnor had turned four, Allston was his primary caretaker. The two brothers were inseparable, always learning, exploring. They had great fun teasing all the teachers and incoming caretakers together. It just so happened, they also took more fun in seeing how much they could milk from their parents. Pizzas every night, horror movies on the screen. It was through fun, companionship, and love that Konn shaped and grew into a more controlled state. He was smart, always pushing Allston to teach him more and more. It got quite lonely once Allston began going to Hogwarts and leaving all year save for holidays and summer, but they wrote religiously and Konnor would always be bouncing and ready to beg his brother to share all he’d learned during the year once he returned.

Hogwarts. At this stage in Konnor’s life, it was finally his turn to go to the grand school he’d been itching to attend ever since his brother had… but it came bittersweet. Allston had never come home to celebrate his acceptance letter. Had never come home to prep, to plan, to discuss what happened that year. He’d vanished, and with it he took most of Konn’s excitement and control. As emotions ran rampant in the boy, he started his years at the school a freak. Lonely. They all talked about his brother, the expectations for himself. There was little love or care in what he did save for seeking out his brother. Many may say he grew jaded, untamed, obsessive. There was only one thing that really clung to his heart, the fennec fox his brother had left behind for him as a pet.

Indirectly, his parents taught him many things. Konnor, at heart, grew to be quite frugal, never taking advantage of anything given to him (lest it was another gift from his father that meant nothing at all). He was also taught what family really meant, that it was between those who meant something to you and should be protected at all costs. Though on a much opposite end, he also found he had to work twice as hard for any recognition, always pushing himself above and beyond to be anything great. Especially when he had Allston to impress.

After leaving Hogwarts at the end of his schooling, Konn went on reunited with his brother in full. While Allston never rejoined the wizarding world fully, becoming something of a vigilante to hunt down those that’d wronged him and threatened his family, Konn began avidly seeking out the Order. He was quickly accepted as a spy, doing frequent operation work while maintaining a line on his brother and making sure he stayed out of danger.

At one point, he was approached by a Death Eater, and nearly underwent necessary precaution to become a double agent, but Allston, Hal, and Talbott quickly ushered against the idea of their brother, friend, and lover being marred permanently by a symbol and risking his life more than he already did.

During the heat of the war, Konn asked Talbott to always be his. They then promised each other that once the battle and hardships were over, they’ll consider marriage and having a family together. However, it is quickly discovered it wouldn’t be so simple.

It is found out that in Konn and Allston’s attempts to bring their father to justice that he’s murdered in order to keep whatever secrets he might have had. This is then promptly framed on Allston who it catches up to later alongside much of his vigilante practices. When faced with the hard decision to persecute his own brother, Konn instead begs Talbott to help him remove Allston’s memories and give him a normal life. Removing all of Allston’s memories and replacing them with something much more mundane, they move Allston to America where he’s finally free from the perils of the wizarding world.

Konn never appears to be the same after losing his brother for good, but lives the rest of his life working and watching out for any oncoming threats. He and Talbott eventually do settle down with two adopted children together.

- PERSONALITY -

Protective: Konn is protective of his loved ones to a fault. Deep rooted with paranoia, he is constantly fretful for his loved ones and does everything in his power to keep them safe while still trudging through the hell that is their experience in Hogwarts and beyond. He’s quick to jump at the defense of his friends and family, not afraid to risk his own hide in the process should it be necessary.

Short Tempered: Of his many rampant emotions, anger is the quickest one to flare and show. Anytime he’s frustrated or annoyed, someone is bound to know. Whether it be his shortness or the flaming red hair, you’re welcome to take your pick of context. He’s very quick to annoy and while true anger from him is hard to achieve, petty anger and annoyance is almost constant. Droning noises, interruptions, and blatant stupidity are all quick to grate his nerves.

Stubborn: Konn has never been one to back down from anything, and he never intends to. Driven by a need to prove himself and inability to let something go, he will see something through to the very end. This allows him all the qualities of a hard worker. He gives everything his all without any intention of slowing or stopping. Sometimes this also means doing the work for others if they can’t keep up.

Intelligent/Cunning: While irritating on many levels when he tries to be the smartest person in the room, Konnor truly is smart. He often gets things faster than most and while conventional learning is useless, his hands on learning style allows him to learn on the fly. He almost always has an answer for everything and uses this to aid himself and his friends whenever they’re caught in a bad situation. He also consistently keeps good grades on everything while at Hogwarts.

Ambitious: It’s no surprise as a Slytherin that Konn tends to aim high. Though not in the standard many may think, he doesn’t want glory or fame or money. His ambitions are often geared towards his power and loved ones. Whether it be proving to the world he can take down the Vaults and save his brother, getting all his loved ones out alive, furthering his own power, or even taking down R himself. He’s the kind to look at a challenge and want nothing more than to conquer it.

Loyal: Alongside his protectiveness, Konn would never leave someone he cared for behind. He’s not even the type to leave someone he cared very little for behind. Including Merula on some occasions. As far as Konn is concerned, the only person allowed to bully his people are him. He is quick to rise to any occasion to stick by and protect his friends. Should they need a hand in battle, to get out of detention, or simply a shoulder to cry on, he tries to always be there.

MISC

NOTE: This section may update from time to time.

Konn lives in Bloomsbury, London when not attending Hogwarts in the Rainwater family home and often invites his friends over to stay with him during the summer.

He’s attempted to play many instruments including the violin, flute, and piano but never felt it was for him in the end and lost his touch if he ever acquired it.

Despite never having much room to prove it, he is a huge animal lover and adored his time working with Magical Creatures, often wishing he’d spent more time dedicating to it.

Konn was born with awful vision, but as he learned to control his metamorphmagus abilities, his eyesight also varied and improved.

No one is really sure whether his metamorphmagus abilities were inherited or not.

Konn comes from a small family of only two uncles, an aunt, and three cousins on his dad’s side of the family. His mother was an only child.

He listens to 80′s rock religiously after Hal introduced him to muggle music and what he learned was called a ‘cassette player’. Hal let him use it once and never got it back.

While his family is rich, spending money stresses Konn out.

Much like his mother, he developed a knack for writing, however exclusively keeps it as a hobby

He let Hal try to teach him to shoot a gun once. He bruised his shoulder and after promptly startling himself into a new shape, vowed never to use one again.

Konn has never lost a game of Monopoly in his life.

After Rowan’s death, Konn blames Ben and fosters an incredible hatred for the boy after.

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yangyeet · 4 years

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Is This Heaven (pt. 2)

Pairing: Jaemin x Reader (ft. friends!Jisung & Donghyuck)

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Status: Finished. Preview Here! Part 1 Here! Part 3 Here!

Prompt: In a world where people have their soulmate’s name on their body somewhere, you find yourself caught in a dilemma that would result in a whirlwind of events. Are you ready to face this challenge in a world known to be cruel? Will you find your heaven in a place where people refuse to follow their hearts? Or will you fall as a victim to the legend?

Word Count: 3.4K

There was no use. No matter how much you tried, how much you strained your voice, there was no one to hear you. You were alone in your cell - screaming, shouting, shaking - but there wasn’t a soul who could console your cries.

You fought hard against the metal shackles binding your legs, but there was no sign of the chain loosening. Feeling hopeless, you gave up on freeing your feet and chose to focus on your hands. Thankfully, they had only wrapped your hands with an annoying itchy rope. It was a nuisance, but it seemed pretty useless in terms of functionality. Thinking about ways you could free yourself, you tried to rub your hands against each other. That only resulted in small scratches on your wrist.

Suddenly, you remembered the ring on your finger that Jaemin had given you not too long ago. He had instructed for you to use it when you found yourself in a sticky situation. Initially at that time, you weren’t really sure what he had meant and assumed it was his quirky way of presenting you a promise ring. Now, you were more than grateful that he had the hindsight.

Swirling your hand, you flipped the mini ring and revealed a blade that was easily concealed in the metal. You cut through the ropes in a few seconds. Hissing at the slight sting and redness the rope left behind, you massaged your hands to ease the pain. Finally having some freedom in your limbs, you stretched and groaned, remembering how you got into this mess in the first place.

“Baby, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Jaemin.”

It took you a couple of seconds to realize that the boy was speaking to you. You were fixated on the arm wrapped around his waist, splattered with little specks of red. “You’re bleeding,” was all you could muster yourself to let out in response.

“Oh this? It’s nothing,” he dismissed, continuing to smile brightly as if the injury was nothing and the three of you were hanging out leisurely.

Haechan walked in at that moment. “Little?” He was practically seething, but he chose not to burst out in fear of frightening you more than you already were. Jaemin gave him a side glance, signaling him to drop the subject.

There was no doubt that you were curious at the exchange, but you knew when to drop the subject. Instead, you chose to focus on your friend dipping a cloth into alcohol and gesturing for the wounded boy to take his shirt off.

You decided to give a helping hand and set down a dry towel to soak up the small puddles Haechan had made while bringing over the antiseptic. Jaemin threw his shirt to the laundry basket on the other side of the room and earned an offended hey from Haechan.

Although you really didn’t mean to peek at him, you couldn’t help yourself. His body was well defined. Hard, lean muscles decorated his body, showing you that he clearly worked out vigorously in his free time. His chest was shuddering up and down, straining from the pain he was experiencing. There was a small gash in his abdomen, not deep enough to cause alarm, but enough for him to bleed out if you two didn’t help him out. Luckily, there was no apparent internal injury. You unintentionally let out a sigh of relief, not even realizing that you had been holding your breath while ogling at the boy.

“It isn’t polite to stare, you know,” Jaemin joked. “If you take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Okay, Romeo. Hold your breath,” Haechan interrupted, annoyed at the interaction. He took the towel and began wiping delicately at the skin. “(Y/n), bring the bowl over here, can you clean his back? I got another towel?”

You nodded and cautiously walked over to the pink-haired boy who was eyeing you intensely. Grabbing the towel that was lying on the table, you dipped the cloth in the alcohol before wringing out the excess liquid. This was honestly the first time you had tended to an injury like this, but you did know how to clean a wound from your basic first aid classes. You found a small space that was just enough for you to squeeze in and slide behind him. Chuckling at the odd situation, you honestly thought the situation you found yourself in wasn’t too bad.

His back had slight scratches on it, but thankfully, it was nothing like the wound on the other side. However, you realized something strange. Jaemin didn’t have any marks on him. He was wearing shorts in the cold for some odd reason and sneakers, but the rest of his body was bare. You still found nothing - no sign of a soulmate tattoo that would indicate anything. The only thing you could see was a scar on his left shoulder blade. That wasn’t indicative of anything as far as you knew.

Shaking your head at the random thought, you moved back to concentrate on cleaning his back until Jaemin let out a hiss. Immediately thinking that you pressed too hard, you pulled back to apologize. “Oh sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No, it was Haechan. Your hands feel nice princess. Keep rubbing.”

You felt blood rush to your cheeks and slapped him lightly on the back. Haechan, on the other hand, was glaring so hard at Jaemin that his eyes were practically bulging out..

“That scar...how long have you had it?” Haechan asked him suspiciously. Jaemin shuddered before looking down at the carpet.

“Not too long,” he answered. “It’s nothing.”

Haechan ignored his brief answer and proceeded to interrogate him. “How many leads?” He questioned.

“None,” Jaemin replied. “It was smooth.”

You tapped Jaemin’s shoulders and he hummed. “I’m not gonna force you guys to tell me anything. But why?” You had so many questions swirling through your mind at this point, so you just blurted out the first thing that came to your mind. Why was he bleeding? Why couldn’t he, or Haechan and Jisung for that matter, tell you what was going on? Why was he so mysterious? There just weren’t enough ways for you to express what you were thrown into.

The boy looked down for a second before turning back to you. “Do you really want to know?” You nodded in response. He turned back around and looked at Haechan, as if asking for permission. The boy simply shook his head, signaling a no. Jaemin just shrugged and let out a big sigh.

“He says no. I’ll let you know after a couple of dates.” He let out a wink.

“I think not.” The boy who was doing his work chimed in, expertly finishing up with the towel and setting it down as he grabbed the antibiotic cream. “Hit on my friend, and I’ll make sure I’m the last person you see,” he threatened. Haechan was getting defensive at this point and you were frustrated.

“I’m grown enough to make my own decisions,” you snapped back.

“You don’t know him,” he shouted back.

“And you do?”

“Wait, stop it,” Jaemin intervened, looking between the two of you. “Haechan, the gauze.” The boy sighed loudly and proceeded with the final details, pressing down hard on purpose. The boy flinched and you glared at Haechan.

“Fine. If you want to know so bad, Jaemin, why don’t you tell her now? Let her know what she just got involved in? She already helped clean up your mess. Tell her.”

You perked your ears. What mess? Were they finally about to reveal their secret? You were practically itching to know what was going on. Were you being nosy? Yes. Curious? Also yes. Curiosity killed the cat, that was true, but satisfaction would always bring her back.

The injured boy turned to you. “Anything we say stays between us. Alright? Although I trust you, sweetheart...gotta tell you.” You hummed and leaned comfortably next to him as you watched Haechan wrap the gauze.

“So basically, we’re not the good guys you’d expect.”

You nodded at the obvious. “Well, that’s pretty apparent. What do you guys do though?”

“Well...we’re a part of a gang.” He took a deep breath. “Haechannie here...he’s the gun and drug supplier. I’m the sweet face. The guy who talks to everyone and gets those deals, gets the girls at the club, drives over the speed limit on a high speed cop chase. Of course, I'm careful so the last part never happens.”

Glancing at the boy in front of you, you had no doubt that of his position. Charming was practically his middle name and his godlike visuals were his poison. You weren’t surprised at all that he was the face of the operations. You nodded, letting him know that you were listening.

“Jisungie, who’ll forever be our baby by the way-” Jaemin earned a groan from Haechan, “-he’s a hacker who does the cybercrime. Hacks CCTVs, intercepts enemy signals, the cool stuff.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Baby...Jisung? Hacker? What?” Both boys chuckled at your shock.

“So you aren’t surprised I supply illegal materials?” Haechan asked, finding the situation so ironic. His job seemed so much more dangerous than the younger’s.

“No, I just always thought he had the 10 monitors for video games.” It would take time for you to process the latter. Jisung had kept such a huge secret from you regardless of that fact that you went over to his place practically every week. You were skirting on the edge of something much more dangerous than you had expected for a long time and this was exciting. It gave you a rush, knowing the guys who you thought were innocent, were actually a part of something much bigger. It was a change from the mundane lives they’d presented in the public eye.

“Anything else I should know?” You asked.

“Uh, I just got wounded from a busted deal. They hid a mole. Now, I’m here. Didn’t leave a trail though, so it should be okay for a while,” Jaemin responded. “Just don’t know where I should go tonight. My place isn’t safe now.”

“You can’t stay here tonight. They might know you’re here. You have to go somewhere else,” Haechan stated with finality, crossing his arms.

Jaemin huffed and pulled his phone out. A throwaway phone, you noted. “Jisungie has his girl over and Jeno and Injun are having their annual boys date. Can’t crash that. I’m stuck.” He was frustrated, despite his calm demeanor.

You walked up to his sitting form on the sofa, grabbing his attention. “You’re not stuck. My place is open?” Of course, you had an alternative motive to this, but you wouldn’t reveal it that quickly.

Jaemin turned to you, flabbergasted that you would offer. “No, I-I can’t.” He turned to look at Haechan, who looked split.

“As much as I hate you, (Y/n) is the only option right now.” Your mouth almost opened, surprised at how easily he accepted your proposal even though he was adamant about not letting the two of you associate a few moments ago. “I gave her your socials too and she’s friends with Jisung.”

The boy nodded and looked at you for confirmation that you were serious. “I am,” you responded, firmly putting your foot on the ground. You didn’t know if you would regret this decision, but you would be damned if you didn’t try.

Jaemin seemed to like your response and got up, wincing and limping slightly as he walked towards the door. “Let’s leave now then. Haechannie, clean up well! Give my shirt back tomorrow.”

You followed him and hugged Haechan. He gave you a chaste kiss on your forehead and pulled you a little closer. “If he does anything suspicious, ring me.” You nodded at his protectiveness and jogged to the waiting boy.

“Did he give you a warning,” he joked.

“Yeah. He’ll kick your ass if you try something,” you responded nonchalantly. “Also, my house isn’t too far from here. Is it okay if we walk?”

“Well, I clearly have an injury, but we don’t have other options, do we? If we walk in the shadows, it’ll be fine.” The two of you slowly walked under the dim light of the moon, attempting to hide in the shadows of the apartment buildings that loomed above. You felt a hand touch yours and looked down to see Jaemin lacing his fingers with yours. It felt nice. His soft hands provided warmth and reassurance, kind of like a spark. A spark that had been described to you many times in the past, but one that you never thought you’d feel. A soulmate spark. Jaemin was beaming at you, not showing any signs of him reciprocating the feeling. If he hadn’t felt that spark, you would know that fate was playing with you. That wasn’t be a good sign.

It didn’t take long for you both to reach your place and you both safely entered after looking behind you guys several times. You didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary or someone trying to follow you, so you turned the lights on in the living room. “Make yourself at home,” you commented.

“Did you have dinner?” He asked, as if the two of you were friendly roommates. You quirked an eyebrow at his casual behavior.

“Yeah, ramen. You?”

“A knife. For you.” Well that was cheesy. And weird.

“There’s a guest room, Romeo. Sleep there. It’s the first door on the right. Bathroom to the left. If you want to watch TV, I have a Netflix account that I stole from a friend.” He took an interest in your mini house tour and occasionally gazed from the direction your hands would gesture to your face, noting the way that you scrunch your nose whenever you tried to remember where exactly all your rooms were located.

“Cool. Netflix?” He asked, when you were finished with your extensive explanations.

“That’s all you got from what I said? Should I make popcorn?” You laughed before offering the snack. He nodded enthusiastically, jumping on your sofa and grabbing the remote.

“Gotta find a good show,” he responded when he was you judging him for acting childishly. It didn’t take long for you to pop a bag out of the cabinet and insert it into the microwave, giving you a minute to relax. The first thing you noticed was the way that his arms flexed as he melted into the sofa and let out a groan. He looked stressed and on edge, but was acting calm around you. With the lighting in your living room, you could clearly see that he didn’t have a soulmate mark for sure.

“What’s on your mind, princess?” He asked.

You choked at the nickname. “Nothing, baby. It isn’t an everyday thing to find out your friends are part of a gang,” you replied. He hummed.

“Fair enough.” The smell of fresh popcorn permeated through the air and you took out the bag, momentarily forgetting it was hot and burning your hand. “You good?”

“Yeah.” Taking a kitchen towel, you carefully opened the bag this time and poured the contents out into the bowl.

“Smells so good,” he commented. Jaemin took the bowl from your hand and placed it in his lap as you glared at him. Feeling a little salty, you plopped down right next to him and scooped up a handful of popcorn.

Looking at the TV screen, you almost snorted at the cheesy movie he put on. “Really? Dirty Dancing? You really are a Casanova, aren’t you?”

He smiled widely and ruffled your hair. “To be fair, the boys did warn you.” All you could do was roll your eyes in response and face the rolling movie. The plot wasn’t too bad and you found yourself being drawn into the fascinating world. You hadn’t noticed that the bowl of popcorn had moved to the middle, almost empty. Wanting some more popcorn, you absentmindedly moved your hand towards the assumed position of the bowl, but you were met with a warm thigh instead. Widening your eyes, you pulled back immediately.

Jaemin chuckled and reached for your hand, dragging it back to the prior position. “Didn’t know you were that whipped for me. Should’ve just mentioned it.”

You gulped nervously and licked your lips. This was moving way too fast. Time of my life was playing in the background, providing ambient music to your ironic situation. Jaemin gazed from your eyes to your lips and leaned forward and you found yourself closing that gap.

It was the classic kiss that everyone would describe. Soft, plush lips moving against your own, lightly at first in hesitation and then diving in. It felt amazing, as if a part of you had been completed. If you could fly, you probably would’ve soared to the heavens at this point. The hand that wasn’t holding yours came up to tilt your jaw and you felt yourself softening into his touch.

That is, until you realized something. This feeling was the exact feeling that Jisung had described to you years ago. What you were feeling was love. Intense love that could only be associated with a soulmate, which you clearly did not have.

Jaemin pulled back when you stopped kissing him back. “Did I do something wrong, princess?” He asked, backing off and giving you space. His eyes held a fearful look as if he had committed a crime by touching you.

You shook your head. “No, it’s not you. It’s just...d-do you have a mark?”

He looked back down to his scarred arm. “No. No I don’t. I don’t believe in that stuff anyway.” Jaemin was being defensive about something, but you couldn’t discern what.

“But the stories…”

“Who cares? If you like someone, why should you have fate tell you what to do?” His dark brown eyes peered into yours as the credits rolled in the background.

“We’ll get hurt. I don’t want us to end before we even begin,” you commented, getting up and turning on your heel to put the discarded bowl in the sink. “Now, I suggest we get some sleep.”

Awkward tension loomed in the air and Jaemin found himself listening to you, immediately going to the guest bedroom. Silence ensued.

You finished cleaning up and got ready for bed, feeling the weight of the day settling down. It had been a hectic day for you, but you finally found someone to give you some spice in your life. Jaemin didn’t seem ordinary and you were sure life would be a lot more interesting with him around. You had no idea how true that statement would become.

That night, you had the most vivid dream in a while. There was a red string leading you to a person. As you moved closer in the direction of the individual, you could see more details appearing. Pink hair adorned the person who was hunched over, sitting on a pedestal. There was a dragon adorning the beautiful, shining seat that was practically begging for you to approach. You called out to the figure, but he wouldn’t turn around.

Reaching your hand out, you grasped the familiar boy’s shoulder and saw the rope on your hand flickering intermittently. Unexpectedly, a sudden whirl whizzed grazed past your ears and broke the delicate rope, causing you to enter a freefall in the dark. There was the sound of a gunshot. Then you woke up.

You noticed that you were sweating from the intense feeling and saw that you were not falling, but safely wrapped in your bed. In your sleep, you hadn’t noticed that Jaemin creeped into your room and laid beside you, snoring gently. Your bed was big enough that he wasn’t cuddling you, but you were still in shock from your dream.

The innocent boy stirred in his dream and then gasped sharply, sitting upright. He frantically waved his arms before noticing that he was in your bed. “I-sorry, did I wake you up?” His voice was dusted with traces of sleep and panic.

“No. You good?”

“Thought I was falling. Red string…”

Your eyes widened. The two of you had the same dream. As you explained to him about your revelation, he tilted his head back and let out a sad chuckle.

“I didn’t think it’d be like this.”

You looked at him. “Um, fill me in. What do you mean?”

“Do you...do you perhaps know what The Dragon is?”

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fandom-smut-shots · 4 years

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Quarantine Chapter 3

Chapter Two

Chapter Four

A/N: I don’t know if any of Oikawa’s fangirls have names, so for now they don’t.

A few days later, calls and messages between you and the volleyball hottie had become a regular thing. His flirting hadn’t ceased at all during your conversations, and though it made your heart flutter and your brain tingle, you tried to convince yourself that it didn’t mean anything. You knew about his fan club and how he was a notorious flirt, especially if he got something out of it in return. The rational part of your brain told you that he didn’t mean anything when he complimented your hair or commented on a photo; he was just being nice, passing the time while he couldn’t leave his house. Once the quarantine ended and volleyball was back in session, he’d drop you like you’d never spoken before.

But the emotional part of your brain hoped desperately that there was some truth to his words, even just a sliver. You’d had half a mind to ask one of his friends- you’d watched enough of his Instagram stories to be able to pinpoint who knew him the best- for a second opinion, but that seemed too clingy and annoying for you to ever follow through. You didn’t want to scare him away. Insincere flirting was nicer than zero contact.

It was early afternoon, a few hours after your call with Oikawa ended. He’d been his usual charming self, and it left you smiling dreamily while you scrolled your Instagram feed.

A message notification popped up, and your heart leapt to your throat in the hopes that it was Oikawa. Clicking on your inbox, you frowned upon discovering that the message request was from an account you didn’t recognize. After clicking on it, curiosity whirling in your brain, dread began to pool in your abdomen upon reading its contents.

future_mrs_oikawa

I dont know who u think u are, but u need to leave oikawa alone. Hes not interested in u so back off.

Who the hell was this? Did Oikawa have a girlfriend? He’d never mentioned one… but you supposed that wasn’t particularly your business, was it?

(y/username)

Uh… I don’t know who you are at all, but Oikawa and I are just friends. Acquaintances, really. We just talk on Instagram sometimes.

future_mrs_oikawa

ud be lucky to be his friend. Im the president of his fan club and we dont have any room for creepy fags like u.

Uhm, rude. You weren’t creepy. And who even used the word “fag” anymore?

(y/username)

I don’t know what your deal is but you need to settle down. Oikawa can talk to whoever he likes. Sorry that person isn’t you.

Her next reply was a string of poorly spelled expletives, threatening your life should you ever set foot in Oikawa’s presence in person. You promptly blocked the account, sighing softly as you set your phone on your bedside table. You hadn’t meant to cause any trouble… though you weren’t sure the person harassing you had any closer of a relationship to Oikawa than you did. She’d called herself the president of his fan club, not his friend or his girlfriend. Still, it left an empty feeling in your gut, and you weren’t very fond of it.

Later that evening, your phone chimed again, and like the lovesick puppy you were, you prayed for it to be Oikawa. Instead, it was another username you didn’t recognize. Biting your lip in fear that it would be a repeat of your last spontaneous conversation, you opened the message request.

Iwahaji

Is this the guy oikawas been calling every other day?

You felt a blush settling across your face. Was this a friend of the volleyball hottie? Had he told his friends or teammates about you?

(y/username)

Uh yeah… Who is this?

Iwahaji

My name is iwaizumi. Im oikawa’s friend and teammate.

(y/username)

Nice to meet you…?

Iwahaji

Hes been talking about you a lot.

(y/username)

He has??

Iwahaji

Yeah. You seem to be important. I just wanted to warn you.

That old feeling of dread and emptiness returned, twisting your insides hard enough to make you want to curl in on yourself.

(y/username)

Warn me?

Iwahaji

Oikawa… hes a good guy deep down but hes a flirt. A womanizer. I know that doesnt apply to you but he told me hes been flirting and I cant tell how serious he about it.

(y/username)

So I’m just one of the many?

Iwahaji

I… didnt quite mean it like that, but kind of. He usually only tells me about the people hes talking to or flirting with when he is genuinely interested, so thats a good sign if youre interested in him.

But youre the first guy hes been interested in in a long time, so theres that.

Well… that had to be a good sign, right?

(y/username)

Well… thanks, I think? Look I know I don’t know him very well, I mean we’ve never even met in person that I can recall. But I do like him, and I very much like flirting with him. So I appreciate your warning, though I am scared that he’s just passing time talking to me.

Iwahaji

At first I didnt listen to him when he talked about you cuz I thought exactly that. But when hes not serious he moves on pretty quickly. Hes been talking about “cute Instagram guy” for weeks now.

He’d been talking about you… for weeks? To his best friend? You’d only been calling and messaging for about three, and on a regular basis for even less time.

(y/username)

That’s… as long as we’ve been talking. Does he really talk about me that much?

Iwahaji

Yeah. Every day. Its annoying.

(y/username)

Oh… sorry?

Iwahaji

I just wanted you to know. Hes a good flirt so people always think hes serious about his intentions and with you he might be. But I thought you deserved a warning in case he isnt.

With a sigh, you prepared yourself to make the request you’d been talking yourself out of making. His friend had approached you first, reached out to you on his own… Your request wasn’t so unprecedented now, was it?

(y/username)

Hey… uh… since you’re his friend… do you think you could ask him about me? Find out how serious he actually is?

There was a pause between replies, and you worried that you’d offended the guy somehow.

Iwahaji

Ill see what I can do. he gets flustered pretty easily and he closes up when he really doesnt want to talk about something.

(y/username)

Is that good or bad?

Iwahaji

I guess well find out.

Success!

(y/username)

Thank you.

He didn’t reply after that, so you set your phone back down and flopped backwards onto your bed. Staring up at your ceiling, you couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face. You didn’t get confirmation that Oikawa wanted a relationship with you, but you had been informed that he talked about you. A lot. To his best friend.

That had to mean something, right?

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #toru oikawa #oikawa x reader #toru oikawa x reader #reader insert #male reader #oikawa x male reader #quarantine

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week 7

you had to write the same scene from 5 POVs. le guin also advised using “little to no dialogue” in order to avoid muddying the narrative voice.

this was LONG. we decided to write it as homework. i wrote the first 4 in one sitting, very quickly. i dreaded the last one all week and finally sat down to write it. it took an hour. a lot of it was bc i couldn’t remember what bug explodes as a defense mechanism and spent some time on google. anyway involved narrator is...a lot.

it’s more misanthra, but idk if i’ll keep writing her for this club or not.

Part 1

A: Limited Third, Misanthra

The pain was incredible, but Misanthra had expected that. She was just pleased she had had both the time and the guts to shove the knife in twice before Ridian had found her.

The servants were carrying her to bed, somehow both carefully and hastily, and the movement just made it all hurt more. Misanthra could feel the hot blood on her shirt, on her stomach, pooling, dripping, thick and slick. Her hands, folded together over one of her wounds, trembled. Part adrenaline, part agony, part excitement.

Her mother, hysterical, hurled orders and accusations, but Misanthra was beyond hearing the individual words. The terror in her mother’s voice alone was music to her, a song she would replay in her mind over and over until the day she died.

On the bed now, Misanthra let her body sink and grow heavy. Two servants each took a cloth and pressed it hard against the deep wounds in Misanthra’s abdomen, trying to staunch the bleeding. Misanthra knew they would save her, but they would not save the life-giving parts of her that her mother sought so desperately to protect and control.

Misanthra listened to her mother yowl like a wounded dog, and she felt exultant tears seep down her face. She closed her eyes and let out a single, clipped laugh. The giddiness and pain within her made her body shudder.

I’m free, I’m free, I’m free.

B: Limited Third, Morgana

Lady Morgana Sisero watched in horror and awe as her daughter was carried bleeding to her bed. Misanthra was stubborn, she knew. She always had been, and always would be. But even Morgana had not expected her to go this far--to endanger her own life to keep marriage at bay, or else take it off the table entirely.

Morgana knew she had screamed every insult she could think of, but she wondered if Misanthra was listening. She was never listening.

Morgana had already ordered one servant to run for a doctor, but she sent a second, younger one now for good measure. Then she commanded two more to stop the bleeding, to save her daughter, to save the granddaughters she still might have in the years to come if only Misanthra would remain intact.

We’re dying out, don’t you realize that? Don’t you realize how selfish you are?

Finally pausing in her shouting, Morgana realized she was trembling. She placed a hand over her mouth, hot tears flowing over her knuckles in rapid succession. Who would there be, when she was finally gone? The flowers that had earned their family worldwide fame would wilt and vanish from the world forever, as would the Sisero name and the Calibos altogether. A race of people, vanished off the face of the planet, because of a girl who would not marry.

From across the room, Morgana heard Misanthra choke--or was it laughter? Morgana drew closer to the bed and saw the deranged smile on her daughter’s face. Without thinking, she slapped her.

Ugly girl.

Part 2: Detached Narrator

Sometime late in the evening, Misanthra Sisero hid away in the garden and stabbed herself twice with a kitchen knife. One of the Siseros’ servants, who was called Ridian, found her hunched among the fire lilies with the bloodied knife discarded beside her. He ran back to the house for help, then followed as two other servants carried Misanthra inside.

Lady Sisero was notified, and she came up immediately from her office just in time to watch as Misanthra was carried into her bedroom. She asked who had found her, and when Ridian told her it was him, she grew angry. After insulting him, she turned and insulted her daughter, calling her every ugly name she could think of.

Misanthra, now lowered onto her bed, just bled and laughed, even after her mother slapped her.

Part 3:

Observer-Narrator: Ridi, a servant

I had never seen anyone do anything like this, not ever. My father committed suicide when I was five years old, but I didn’t actually witness it, and in all honesty, I never understood it.

Watching Lady Misanthra being carried up to her bedroom felt like being out of my own body. Why would a person hurt themselves like that? Sure, Misanthra had always been wild, had always been unpredictable and headstrong, but to stab herself twice? It was clear now that she had not intended to die, or she would have gone for her heart. I did not know which moral argument mother and daughter were in the middle of--there were so many--but it seemed to me that Misanthra had won.

Lady Sisero appeared in a rush and demanded to know who had found her daughter. When I told her, she told me that I was a stupid boy (not a new insult) and then went after her daughter in a tirade of far uglier language. I still had little clarity on the situation until the moment Lady Misanthra was lowered onto her bed and Lady Sisero called her “selfish.”

“You’ve ruined us,” she went on.

That illuminated everything. The moral argument that I had wondered about was about marriage. More than that, it was about progeny. It was about the Calibos.

As I watched Lady Misanthra bleed, I wondered what would have happened if I hadn’t found her. Would she have died, and would Lady Sisero’s reaction have been the same? Shouting, insulting, mourning the loss of a legacy? I was sure that she would not have shed a tear for Lady Misanthra herself, only for the womb that had been spoiled.

I looked from Lady Misanthra’s wounds to her face. Did she regret what she had done? It seemed she hadn’t, for she was smiling. She laughed, and that was apparently the last straw. Lady Sisero marched to the bed and slapped her hard, making the rest of us all flinch, but Lady Misanthra just kept laughing and laughing, with blood on her teeth.

Part 4: Involved Author

Ridi had gone outside to smoke and was sitting on the wrought iron bench outside the back door when he sensed that he was not alone. It was not unusual for the groundskeepers to still be out at this hour, but they weren’t usually in the formal gardens that sprawled behind the house; they were below in the flower fields, or in the greenhouses, giving one last misting or watering to the temperamental exotic flowers that the Sisero family was known for.

It was the sound of crunching gravel that first caught his attention. A rabbit or ground squirrel, maybe. But then he heard a breath, too human, and the rustle of fabric. Thinking two of the younger servants must be stealing away behind the fire lilies for a quick, ecstatic dalliance, he marched over to sully the mood. Instead, he rounded the first line of lilies to find himself standing over Lady Sisero’s daughter, Misanthra, bleeding on the gravel, with a bloody kitchen knife discarded beside her.

The wounds were, evidently, self-inflicted, but Ridi did not yet know their purpose. Thinking at first that she had meant to kill herself, and also thinking her quite close to completion, he rushed at once to the house, shouting (quite hysterically, Misanthra thought) for help.

However, Misanthra’s life had not been in any great danger that night. Under the guise of curiosity and intending to furthering her education, Misanthra had grilled her cousin, Tetrophos, on the form, function, and precise locations of every womanly cog needed to form human life. This had been some weeks ago, when he had been visiting from Clova. He was a doctor now and, always pleased to make proof that his lengthy education had been worth the cost, he had explained everything with enough depth to satisfy a surgeon.

Misanthra, thus, had taken his advice, though not in the way he had hoped. Rather than following in his footsteps to a profession in medicine, she had used this interview to remove from herself the very talent she wished her own mother had never been given: the ability to host a child.

There were numerous reasons Misanthra did it, but a scorn for children was not one of them. In fact, she quite liked children, and if anyone had asked her if she wanted to be a mother, she would have answered in the affirmative. Unfortunately, no one had asked her if she wanted to be a wife--and more than that, a wife to a husband--and this violence against her own body was the best she could do without killing whatever little lord her mother might cook up for her. Misanthra was many things, but she was not the kind of person to marry a man, use him to further her bloodline, and then poison him at the dinner table. That was more her mother’s fancy, and considering Misanthra didn’t appreciate her own existence within the confines of the Sisero Estate, she wasn’t about to subject another child to it.

Help came quickly. The servants, frightened of what would happen to them if the young Lady wasn’t saved, carried her up to her bedroom while someone else went to fetch Lady Sisero and the resident doctor. Ridi followed along as if in a stupor. At some point, he had dropped his cigarette, but he wasn’t sure when it had happened.

At this very moment, Lady Sisero was in her study signing a letter to the Kallista family, who had a son in want of a wife. It was a good match; they were pure Calibos, not a speck of unclean blood, with a successful fishing operation in Astrapahl. Their son was young and inexperienced, and he had the personality of a river stone, but he was pureblooded and wealthy and what else really mattered anyway? Misanthra would produce satisfactory children, and the Calibos would survive.

When a servant burst into the room to give the Lady the news, she learned that these months of politics, dinners, and favors had been squandered. She got up immediately.

Lady Sisero arrived on the scene just as Misanthra was lowered into her bed. There was a wrath inside her she had not unleashed in decades. After spitting every insult she could think of, both at Misanthra and at the surrounding servants, she felt not unlike the soft, tender sea cucumber, turning inside out, viscera and acid her final lines of defense against this predator, this agitator that had pushed her to the brink.

To Misanthra, it was more the opposite. Lady Sisero, to her, was the leathery, warty toad that had so smugly just consumed the bombardier beetle--crafty little creature about to detonate in its belly and free itself through the back door.

“Free” is exactly what Misanthra was. She was free from expectations, free from her mother, free from marriage--free even from the Sisero name. She was nothing now, a husk, useless save for her own limited personal potential. Though she was in incredible agony, it was negligible compared to the feeling of emancipation, of manumission, of adrenaline flooding her brain.

The feeling of it all, the sheer ecstasy, was enough to make her laugh, and that singular moment felt like a welcome eternity before her mother’s sharp slap hit her cheek.

That slap was only a match head to the igniter, the last scrape to be endured before it all went up in flames. Misanthra laughed harder, madder, louder.

Below the house, Ridi’s glowing cigarette rolled with the breeze and landed at the base of a fire lily stem. The ensuing flames, Ridi thought many years later, were as symbolic as they were real.

#writing #if u actually read the whole thing: bless u #but holy damn do u have some stamina

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liquor-and-intellect · 4 years

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Clouded- Part 3

In which Jules might or might not have feelings for her best friend, Harry, who is getting engaged to another girl and everything just becomes… more complicated.

friends to lovers to enemies to lovers- it’s complicated

PART THREE

Somehow, someway, something is going to happen and the universe will fall back into place.

Jeff's words continued to ring through my head, pulling me back to the place I had tried so hard to get away from.

He didn't know how utterly wrong he was.

I pushed the glossy engagement party invitation as far away as my kitchen table would allow. I couldn't look at it anymore. It was everything I wanted for Harry and then everything I didn't want to happen and it crushed and burned my heart into a million pieces.

Running my fingers through my hair, I took a small sip of the peppermint tea I had brewed, remembering my mum swearing how it could sooth any aching stomach and nausea. I didn’t know if it was my heavy anxiety or if I was coming down with the flu, because I felt as if I was falling apart at the seems.

When did my life take this turn?

Because now I was alone, crying over a fucking party invitation for my used to be best friend's engagement party, while I was dabbing my damp forehead from sweat in the middle of December.

The ringing of my phone caused me to startle. I assumed it was Jessica, calling to chew my ass out for abandoning them last night at the bar. Preparing for an argument, I pushed the tears off my face and reached to grab it.

“Hello?” my voice sounded wounded and battered, everything I was trying not to be at the moment.

“How are you?” the familiar satin voice eased its way through my ears, still sending butterflies into my abdomen and still making me feel as if all I had was this middle school crush.

I swallowed. Deciding to push away all memories of the past three and a half weeks along with the bundle of feelings and words that had been said and focus on his single question.

How are you?

For two minutes— just for two minutes— that was 120 seconds and not even a quarter out of my empty schedule. I wanted to pretend nothing happened and just talk to Harry. Talk to my best friend who had held me when my family dog had passed away. The same one who ditched his date to dance with me at prom just so he could be my very first dance. The same man who when we were sixteen laid down with me on a yellow blanket underneath the stars and promised me that if he made it through on X Factor the next day he would remember a freckled face girl with unruly dark, brown hair named Julia and that he would always love her.

“I'm okay,” I whispered, tears silently making their way from the corners of my eyes, down the bridge of my nose to land on the wooden table that I was leaning on for support.

He took a sharp breath on the other line. A familiar sound that I knew came right before a sob. He had always been such a heavy crier, the beautiful, sensitive Harry Styles who cared too much about the world. He never let anyone see that side of him though. It was one of my favorite things about him.

“Can— can we just be friends?” he whispered, as if his voice was too loud the vulnerability between us would shatter. “Just for a moment,” he pleaded.

“Yes.”

I heard him swallow. “I— I want you to be with me. I can't do this— I can't do this whole 'we aren't talking' thing. I know it's going to be hard, but... Can we try to be friends again?”

It was going to be hard. Because unlike Harry, I had no one to distract me from my thoughts, feelings or memories. No one to make new emotions with that might cover up the old ones. I was done being selfish, though. He needed me.

“Yes,” I sobbed, sniffing and clenching my eyes shut. “I would really like that.”

A sigh of relief sounded through my thin phone as if the weight of the world had just been lifted. “We—we'd have to do things differently though,” he murmured. “Maybe... maybe not hanging out alone too much?”

I swallowed. “Yeah. Yeah I agree.”

“Okay,” he breathed. “okay, yeah.” Obviously, he hadn't planned to get this far into the conversation with me—I didn't either.

“I'll be there,” I told him. “at the engagement party tomorrow night.”

“Thank you,” he whispered. “it really means a lot.”

I nodded, knowing he couldn't see me. But words were too much right now and all I wanted to do was sit in the comfortable silence of knowing he was on the other end of this phone line somewhere.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked. “Do you need anything?”

“I'm okay. I'm fine.” I didn’t want his worrying. I’m afraid if I admitted to him that I wasn’t fine and I didn’t think I would ever be again, his sympathy for me would be too much to bear. It would push my thoughts places they didn’t mean to be and confuse things even more for me.

When I heard Elaine's voice in the background, calling him to another room, I knew then that we had talked for too long. We needed baby steps. And it was going to take a lot of effort.

“I'll let you go,” I told him.

“Jules-” he broke off, rethinking what he was going to say and then releasing a sigh. “Okay, yeah. I'll see you tomorrow then.”

And he hung up.

***

Later I was in my small bathtub, the clock slowly ticking past two in the morning. My body was so worn down and tired while my mind was awake and alert, not stopping to let me have a moment of peace.

I hugged my knees to my chest not sure where to go next.

I think I was going to skip classes tomorrow. With the engagement party that night I knew I needed to save up my energy in preparation. There was no way I could go a full day of lectures and then drag myself there, I would crumble.

First, I needed to take some medicine for my stomach. In an effort to clean my life up a bit, I couldn’t have random bursts of vomiting.

Maybe it was my time of the month?

I grabbed my phone from the floor beside the tub, scrolling through my calendar. It was supposed to be last weekend. That had been a week and a half after Harry and I...

“No,” I laughed sarcastically. There's no way, there is no fucking way.

That might not even be the problem. I could just generally be late. All I needed to do was go to sleep and worry about it in the morning. It was too late for this.

Pushing my hands through the water, I pushed a finger to my stomach. Was I getting fatter?

After I had climbed out of the tub and pulled myself into my bed, I knew sleep was not going to come with this on my mind. My nerves were on edge at just the thought.

I pulled my body out from under the comforter, yanking sweatpants up my legs and sliding my shoes on. There was a gas station down the road, it would take twenty minutes at the most to purchase a pregnancy test and get back to my place with my sanity intact.

Grabbing a hooded sweatshirt, I walked outside, the eerie London night fog swimming around me. I kept my head down and my hands in my pockets as I walked down the sidewalk.

The corner store was lit up, the clerk behind the counter with her feet on the desk and looking anything but happy to see me. I felt the same way.

Obviously I had never done this before, I reminded myself as I walked down the family and life planning aisle. I remember going with my friend in high school to buy her one but neither of us had any idea what we had been doing. Which one worked the best? Which one was more accurate?

I wasn't sure so I grabbed four boxes of an assortment of each one. They had to have a general answer between them, right?

Maybe later when my rib cage wasn't about to explode from heart palpitations I could easily look back on this moment and laugh at how hysterical I looked purchasing four different pregnancy tests with half-wet hair and stained sweat pants at 3 a.m.

On my way out the clerk gave me a sympathetic look and a “have a goodnight”. I didn’t want her sympathetic eyes on me, so I ignored her and walked home.

When I arrived at my apartment, it took me three tries to open just the first package from my shaky hands. This was not where I would have pictured myself tonight when I had decided to go to the club with Lauren and Jessica. But how had I not thought of it? We hadn’t used physical protection besides the trusty pull-out method. Which in the moment had been hot but now-

My blood was pumping in my ears when I looked down to the first test in my hands. Positive, it read. It was positive.

Releasing a shaky breath, I pulled out the next one. Maybe the first one was defected.

The second read positive as well. The two lines taunting me from the counter.

I hung my head as I checked the third and the fourth. Of course, they were tainted with the two thick blue lines.

I felt tears brimming my eyes. There was no way this could be happening. Hundreds of thoughts raced through my head, all of them eating at me from the inside as I suddenly felt fatigue catching up with me.

I will just deal with this in the morning. This can all wait until I've had at least four hours of sleep.

Pushing myself up from the bathroom floor, I dragged my feet to my bed and tried to calm my racing heart.

…

There was a brief moment when I woke up where everything felt fine. My eyes had just opened to the sunlight leaking through the blinds and I felt good. It only lasted a moment until the sick feeling eased its way up my throat—an invisible hand choking me as I remembered the events of last night.

The dread set in and I knew before even having to look on the bathroom counter that I was pregnant and from here on out everything in my life was going to be different.

Not that it already wasn't. Harry was getting married and we had formed this “almost friendship” after everything that had happened. And Harry-

Harry. This was his baby. He had a right to know but...

But.

The engagement party was tonight and here he was trying to make things work with Elaine.

None of it made sense. Not the timing, not the situation... There had to be something that I was missing. Some kind of sign along the way that had lit up and said, “Hey! Turn back now.”

I knew I couldn't avoid Harry. If I did then he would know something was up. But I could, however, avoid telling him for as long as needed. At least until the timing was right. Which did not happen to be at his engagement party...

I sighed and shoved my hands through my hair, wanting to crawl back into bed and sleep for another two hours.

***

Surprisingly I had made it the rest of the day without any breakdowns. It didn't feel real at the moment and maybe it was just denial that allowed me to peacefully do my hair and makeup without crumbling. Tonight, I had chosen a solid black long sleeved shirt, tucked into a sequined skirt that exposed my right thigh through a slit. With my lips stained red, I pinned my hair back into a low chignon and strapped my feet into heels. I wondered if Harry would think I looked good.

I took a deep breath and pushed those thoughts away.

I knew he was going to want to talk to me when I got there, but I felt anywhere but prepared for the fake smiled conversation that was going to come— or for the speech full of lies I had written down earlier that morning. I must really want to pull this off if I'm willing to get up in front of everyone and say how much I hope Harry and Elaine have a very nice life together. The thought alone put a pit full of guilt into my stomach.

When the taxi finally arrived, I forced myself through the front door and down the stairs trying to push thoughts of pregnancy and lying to the back of my mind.

The ball room they had rented out was packed tight with cars when I handed the taxi driver cash. The flash of cameras sounding from behind the bushes on the next block. I ducked my head as I hurriedly walked toward the front doors. No matter how secret he tried to keep it, paparazzi always seemed to get the word when Harry was going to be somewhere.

I wondered if they were really trying to keep a low profile as I took in the extravagant venue. The entry was decorated with red velvet carpet and crystal chandeliers, high heels of all kinds tapping across the floor as shimmering dresses flowed above them. It was so over the top and extravagant— just like something Elaine would want. I couldn't help thinking as I walked into the main room and took in the ice sculpture that if it had been up to him, Harry would never ask for this.

He would want something classy and intimate. Family and close friends only and maybe some red wine. Not a fucking letter S sculpted out of ice...

It took everything in me not to roll my eyes as I took in my surroundings.

Glancing around the room, I realized immediately that I didn't know anyone here. There were a few people I recognized but no one I knew well enough to walk up to and start a conversation with just to minimize my embarrassment. I swallowed and cursed myself for even showing up here in the first place.

I found my way toward the drink table, grabbing a glass of water and pushing myself by the wall. Maybe if I stayed back here no one would notice how awkward and out of place I felt.

From across the room I could see Harry already, my eyes trained to naturally find him naturally him in a crowd. He looked so nice in a fitted tux and fixed hair. His pink lips stretched into a smile as he laughed at a man I recognized from the management team. He looks so effortlessly flawless here tonight and I hated myself for bringing such turmoil into his beautiful life.

“Hey!” said a voice from my right. “Julia?”

I turned to the bright eyes of Charles, the man from the coffee shop. He had a goofy grin on his mouth, his blonde hair messily pushed out of his eyes

I laughed, what are the odds? “Yeah,” I told him. “and you're Charles from the coffee shop, yeah?”

He nodded. “What are you doing here?”

I nodded toward the area Harry had once been in. “Friend of the groom.” I grimaced. “You?”

“Elaine's very distant cousin who just couldn't pass up a party invite,” he said with a smirk on his face. “But we actually haven't talked since we were maybe thirteen.”

I laughed. Seriously, how intertwined could she get her bony fingers into my life?

“You know,” he told me. “I really would have called you the next day, but an hour after you left I dropped my phone into a puddle on my way to my flat.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. It's alright, spare my heart the details,” I said lightly, clutching a hand to my chest.

He chuckled and turned to face me all the way. “No, seriously. I had to get a new phone so you should really put your number into this one.” Verifying his statement, he slid his black iPhone out of his blazer pocket. “Here, I swear I won't screw this one up.”

I shook my head with a smile on my face. What was the harm?

After he put his phone away, I glanced up to meet eyes with the one person I was hoping to avoid this evening. My heart clenched on contact and I tried to secretly push negative thoughts toward him in hopes he would turn around and not be making his way over here. I know we had agreed to attempt this “friend” thing but I wasn't exactly prepped and primed to go through with it.

“Can you do me a favor?” I whispered suddenly to Charles who had been taking a long sip of his champagne chute.

He cocked an eyebrow to me.

“I know this is strange, but can you please pretend to be my date for five minutes?” I asked, seeing Elaine's curly hair bobbing toward us in the crowd with Harry's arm in her grip.

A large smile grew onto Charles' face suddenly and he tilted his head toward me. “I'd be delighted,” he replied. “I was Peter Pan in my school play.”

As soon as I stepped closer to him in attempts to look like we knew each other more, Harry and Elaine approached looking like the star couple they were.

“Julia!” she greeted too enthusiastically. “I am so glad you showed up.”

“How could I not?” I asked over the rim of my glass.

As I took a sip of my drink, I could see the green eyes of Harry focused on me through the distortion of the glass. I knew it was wrong to make him jealous, but I had too many emotions blowing around me to actually think straight.

“Wait,” she said, putting a manicured hand to her lips and I couldn't help but notice the glistening diamond on the top of her ring finger. “You two know each other?”

Before I could reply, I felt an arm slink around my waist, pulling me to his side. “Yeah weird isn't it?” Charles said. “We've been hanging out for the past couple of weeks and then we both got the same invitation to this engagement party and realized it was such a small world. We thought we might as well go together, isn’t that right?” He glanced at me.

My lips were slightly parted, still in shock that he had just saved my hide. I could seriously cry tears of joy for him right now.

“That's good,” Elaine said, nodding her head slowly. “Harry and I have always been hoping Julia would one day find someone, isn't that right?” She turned toward him and I took the moment to actually look at his frigid posture.

Harry's jaw was clenched as his eyes focused on me, his bottom lip so minutely sucked into his mouth it was barely noticeable. “Yeah,” he replied, halfheartedly. His voice sounded strained and pulled taut like stretched rubber bands. “Always hoping.”

I removed my eyes from him, ignoring the sting that immediately lodged itself in my heart. What did he think he was doing? We were supposed to be trying out this “friend” phase and now he has the decency to be rude?

“Sorry,” I said, my eyes trained on him and my voice icy to my own ears. “I guess I was just holding out for that one person, you know?”

His eyes locked with mine and I felt the chills all the way down to my toes. This was a side of him I've never experienced before. Never had I been on the receiving end of such a loathing look from the sweetest man I had once known.

Before I could swallow my emotions and look away, I heard Elaine clap her hands suddenly together.

“Well,” she said, her voice high pitched. “I guess we should get this toasting started. Julia would you like to start us off?”

I broke our gaze to snap my eyes to her, finally thankful- for the first time- to hear her voice.

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, sure.” And followed her over to the stage where she handed me a microphone.

Honestly, with my new-found anger at Harry, I didn't want to voice the lines I had once planned to say. I knew sooner or later that it was going to happen, I couldn't stop the inevitable. Harry didn't know this, but I had begun a slow dig of my own grave with him. If anything I might as well start to redeem myself before I hit the bottom rocks.

I took the microphone from her perfectly manicured hand and stepped up on the platform to look out at the dazzling audience, theirs eyes eating away at my jittery skin.

“Hello, everyone,” I said, my voice bouncing off the walls around me, enveloping me into a choking hold where I could feel the suffocation as I plastered a fake smile on my face. “I hope you are having a lovely evening.” I cleared my throat, running through the lines in my head.

“Elaine asked me to give a toast tonight, since Harry has always been one of my closest friends. I felt that it would be fit to stand up here and tell you all about how he is one of the most kindest, loveliest and most forgiving human beings I have ever met.” I made point to find him in the crowd, locking our eyes and willing him to not hate me for all that I was about to do to his life. I never wanted to take away his happiness. “I do hope you find all the joy in the world, Harry,” I told him, even though he had been giving me a hateful glare only minutes ago.

I could see his deep eyes soften at my words, his eyebrows drawing together as he took in my rigid posture. We were both so hot and cold lately and the going back and forth was beginning to make me dizzy.

I cleared my throat, looking out to the crowd. “I know life is going to throw things at you, but I also know from experience that you are more than fit to handle them.” Somehow I made out the features of Jeff sitting at a table with his arm slung around the back of his wife’s chair. His lips pursed as he gazed at me, probably recalling our conversation the night before. If he only knew what had happened after he had dropped me off at my place.

“I thank God every day for people like Harry,” I continued. “And to Elaine: I hope you cherish him, because only a lucky few are able to hold such gold in this world and claim them as theirs.” I released a long breath, raising my glass in the air. “So, let's have a toast for Harry and Elaine-” I inwardly cringed “-and for their many years to come. To Harry and Elaine.” I took a sip of my water, hoping to wash down the bile in my throat and the lies that were slowly consuming me.

The crowd repeated me as I set down the microphone, hoping to find a bathroom before I had a mental breakdown. This was all wrong. What kind of low have I sunk to? I had always hoped when I had to speak at my best friend's wedding, I would be able to stand up and not feel like I was about to vomit up the truth. I wasn't supposed to be standing there speaking lies as I was secretly pregnant with his baby and no one knew but me.

Everything was wrong. So, so wrong...

I walked through the thread of guests, finding the long hallway that led to the bathroom. I couldn't be within such a choking crowd right now because it would only suffocate me.

As soon as I started down the deserted corridor that led to the bathroom a voice sounded from behind me.

“Julia!”

Turning I saw Jeff jogging toward me, his eyes wide and bright and his coat waving softly at his sides. I was too stunned that he had come after me to move toward him at all, taken away by his rushed appearance. He grabbed my wrist, looking around before pulling me behind him as he walked further down the hall where we wouldn't be seen.

“What happened?” he asked, slightly breathless as he furrowed his eyebrows at me.

I knew exactly what he was talking about. “He called me last night and we had agreed to be friends, but then he was being such a jerk when I showed up-”

He sighed, obviously aggravated with me. “Maybe because you showed up with another man.”

I shook my head. I knew what I had done was wrong, but he was getting married, so I was clearly justified. “It wasn't like that,” I told him. “I have only talked to Charles once and he was the only one here I knew so we just stood by each other.”

He threw his hands up. “Well, did you tell Harry that?”

I crossed my arms. “No.”

He mocked my posture. “So you did it to— what? Make him jealous?”

I rolled my eyes, he was making me feel like such a child. I couldn't handle this right now. “He's getting married, I don't see what the big deal is.”

Jeff groaned, running his hands down his face. “You two just keep going backwards when you finally make some progress,” he mumbled into his palms.

My fingers fumbled with the hem of my dress as I looked down, my lips being pulled into my mouth. He was so completely right that it hurt. Everything with Harry was beginning to look so hazy and I felt my eyes starting to mentally cross from trying to focus constantly.

“It doesn't matter anyways,” I whispered, my eyes trained on the floor. My voice was so low that I wasn’t sure he would hear me. “I've already messed everything up as it is and it's only going to get worse from here.”

His eyes narrowed at me, yet he didn't miss a beat.

“What do you mean...?” he said slowly as if he was treading on the thin ice that was hiding everything I didn’t want to admit.

I swallowed and tried to avoid his minimizing gaze. “Nothing,” I mumbled, shaking my head. “I'm going to go. I shouldn't have come in the first place.” I turned to walk away but his hand landed on my arm, my body stopping in its tracks.

“Julia,” he whispered from behind me, his voice barely audible. “don't think I haven't noticed what is going on.”

I pivoted slowly to look at him, my gaze finally locking onto his hazel eyes. My heart was beating erratically in my chest.

“You know what I mean,” he said.

I nodded slowly. He was catching on.

“Are you pregnant?” he murmured, his eyes softening and these worry lines taking root in his forehead.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, my vision became watery as I let out a small nod followed by a gasping sob. The tears streamed down my face as I finally let myself feel the truth like a punch to the gut.

He didn't say anything else, but pulled me forward into his embrace, wrapping his arms tightly around my shaking shoulders. My body trembled as I pressed my face into his chest, wishing that the one person who couldn't be presented with this news was the one comforting me.

“When did you find out?” he whispered into my hair, his lips grazing the tips of my ear.

I inhaled a shaky breath. “Very late last night.” My voice was so foreign to my ears it hurt.

“I don't want to ruin his life,” I sobbed, burying my ashamed face further into him. Never in my life would I have though that I would be in this situation with Jeff. That he would oddly be the one to hold me as I collapsed in on myself.

He shook his head against me. “You won't,” he murmured, his hand running soothingly up and down my back. “But the longer you wait, the more it's going to hurt him, you understand that, right?”

I let our another chest rattling sob, sniffing and nodding against him. “I know,” I cried. “I know.”

…

The next day was harder.

After I had finished crying on Jeff's shoulder, I told him I needed to be alone and declined his persistent offers to drive me home. It had been a long day and I needed time to sit and reflect on everything. Which isn’t what happened when I closed the door of my apartment that night. I crawled up on my couch, turned the TV on as loud as it would go and drowned out any thoughts I might have had on Harry or pregnancies.

The next morning, I pushed the positive test strips away, deep into a bathroom drawer, because having them out on the counter to remind me was not helping with the emotional distress I was experiencing. I cleaned my living room and swept my kitchen, putting every piece of dirty laundry into the hamper that I could find and busied my shaking hands until I eventually found myself breathless against the kitchen counter.

I had tried my best not to think of everything today but as the time hit four o'clock, I felt all of it began to slither to the front of my mind. I had never looked for Harry's reaction yesterday after my speech. Was he relieved? Mad that I would say those things? Embarrassed? Had he thought that Charles and I were together? Which shocked me ever more if he could think that, because as it looked now, I don't think I could ever move onto anyone else after that single night with him.

But all of it came to a halt when I began to allow all the things that I needed to get straight run through my head. I was pregnant. The fact never hit me until now that I would need to set up doctor's appointments, how would I support a child while I was still in college? I had worked and saved for two years out of high school just so I could focus on my studies without a job. And shit…I had to tell my parents...

What would I tell my parents? I haven't even talked to my mother since the day before Harry came to visit me for the week. We were usually in touch but I had been putting off her phone calls due to the stressful situation I had put myself into recently.

I felt my heart clenching in my chest like the time I had put myself in a panic attack when Harry was here. My vision cloudy as every piece of drama dropped itself in front of my eyes and forced my attention to it. My throat was dry and I felt the rush of hot tears on my cheeks as I struggled to grasp anything I could cling onto.

It was impossible to hear anything as a rush soared into my head, shaking my ear drums and rattling my brain. I felt the constricting push on my chest as my kitchen seemed to be smaller and smaller in my vision, the walls pressing against my sides. My life was such a mess.

Harry's P.O.V

My hands clenched the steering wheel of my car as I sped down the busy college street. I had rehearsed everything I was going to say in my head throughout recording this morning. My mind solely on Julia and how incredibly frustrated she made me. She showed up to my own engagement party with her new lame-ass boyfriend and then had the decency to get on stage and tell me how she thinks I deserve all the happiness in the world?

She was so fucking infuriating it made me see red.

As soon as I saw her walk into the ball room last night, my vision was immediately taken over by how strikingly beautiful she looked in a classy black dress with blood red lips. Her presence filling the entire room—and I swore every eye had been on her and the way she held her head so cocky and completely innocently at the same time. When I saw the men in their fitted tuxes eye her up hungrily, I had immediately wanted to run over to her, grab her and pull her away from the sticking gazes of people I had only met once. I wanted to wrap her away from the rest of the world and let her fold herself into my arms the way only she could.

But I couldn't. Never in my life could I claim her as my own. Even if circumstances were different and I didn't feel myself being torn completely in half, I knew that I could never fully say that she was mine. I've known this from the day I recognized the way her blue eyes sparkled in the sun or how she would find herself spinning with her arms outstretched for no reason in particular. Julia had too much soul for this world. Her spirit couldn't be held to someone like me.

I think what frustrated me the most was that in some odd way I thought her feelings for me had been deeper than that. Deeper than pushing me to the side and finding someone new without a second thought. I knew I had no right to hope she would spend days crying after we decided to be just friends, when I was the one getting married... But I didn't know I would just be shoved to the side like that.

I was being irrational; I know that. But this whole situation was irrational and the only way to fend for yourself in an irrational world was to be irrational right back to it.

I parked my car in front of her apartment, not giving a second thought before I stomped up the steps to land in front of her door. It had been too long since I'd been here.

When I knocked there had been no reply and I suddenly felt stupid for thinking that she would be home this evening. She might be at classes or the grocery store or maybe even with that Charles guy…

I huffed and knocked louder this time, my fist rattling the thin door. There was no way I was going to leave today without talking to her. All these unsaid thoughts and emotions were floating between us and it was time for open-ended sentences to finally have a close.

Five minutes later she still hadn't answered. Desperately, I pulled my phone out, the familiar sound of her voice telling me she couldn't answer and to call back shortly. Which was unlike Julia, she always had her phone on her and if she couldn't get to it she was sure to call you back.

I rang her a couple more times after that, worry starting to set itself in the pit of my stomach when she didn't pick up any of the times. Jules always told me I was a worrier and I needed to not be so paranoid all the time but something didn't feel right...

With the phone pressed to my ear on my fifth call to her, I banged my fist loudly against the door frame again, taking note that her bike was indeed out on the porch so she had to be here...

“Julia!” I shouted, hoping if she was in there she could give me some indication that she was okay.

Wiggling the door knob—with that annoying creak— the door opened.

“Seriously,” I muttered and walked past the threshold where my ears immediately picked up on the choking sounds coming front the kitchen.

I heard a crash as I dropped my phone on the ground, my feet unconsciously running through the doorway where I saw her.

It was like the time I had walked in on her having a panic attack almost a month ago. It had been one of the scariest moments of my life to see someone I cared about so much be so vulnerable to her own mind. It felt close to impossible to pull her out of herself and draw her back to reality. I've never experienced anyone going through that before, but I knew Jules enough to at least attempt to help her through it.

Right now, her body had collapsed in on herself. Her knees on the tiled floor as one hand clutched her chest and the other grasped desperately onto the counter above her as if to hold on to it for life. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed between the heavy breathing coming from her mouth.

“Jules,” I breathed, not even hesitating before I threw myself down on the floor beside her, wrapping one of my arms around her, the other pulling her head into my chest. “It's me,” I told her when I noticed her flinch from my touch. “Harry, your best friend. I'm here, listen to me breathe.”

She took in a shuddering breath as I inhaled with her, my hand pressing gently down on her back to pull her more to me. “Breathe out,” I exhaled, her breathe blowing across my chest where her cheek was pressed.

Her breathing became more even and the tears eventually stopped, her shaking body becoming limp in my arms as she leaned onto me as if I was her lifeline. And for the moment, with everything in me, I wished I was.

…

Julia’s POV

My thoughts had drowned me.

Filling my ears, my nose, every pore of my skin as I was pulled under by their violent waves. By their endless stream of words and taunting sentences and confusing riddles, so many question marks and so many abrupt ends.

It was like I had been in my own world, alone and scared and soaking wet from the tide. When out of the darkness were arms and they were wrapping around me and I felt a familiar pillow under my head. My ear tuned into their heartbeat and the steady melody that pulled me from the daze. I was being resuscitated.

“Just breathe.” The words rode out on an exhale. Filling my lungs for me as if he could literally restore the oxygen I desperately wanted back into my blood.

I followed his command, feeling my heart slow down its violent thrashing and resume a less harmful beat. The ringing in my ears dying as I focused on his deep voice and the way his tongue would dig beneath each syllable to draw it up again. Such a drunken way, I felt, hanging onto his every word.

“Harry?” I whimpered, knowing the way I was being held and the smell of him. But not fully believing he could really be here. He shouldn't be, at least. Not when I've pushed him away so much.

“Shh.” His breath fanned across my face as his hand gripped the fabric of my shirt as if to pull me closer. “Just rest for a moment.”

Here we were sitting on the kitchen tiles. Harry on his knees as he held my dead weight, tears leaving stains on my cheeks as I fell completely against him. I was too tired to hold myself now, too many things were weighing me down.

“You don't need to talk right now,” he said, his voice groggy like pebbles and slightly shaking. “so just hear me out, okay?”

I nodded, burrowing deeper within his arms so he couldn't see all the thoughts painted on my forehead that I was too exhausted to hide.

“I was really mad at you. That's why I came over,” he whispered. “I was mad that you brought a date to my engagement party and then got up on that stage and said all of those things that made me feel like the worst person in the world.”

My eyebrows came together.

“Don't make that face,” he scolded with a small smile in his voice. “you knew exactly what you were doing.”

A weak grin pulled at the corners of my mouth.

“You, Jules Lovewick, are the most taunting human being on the planet,” he mumbled, his chin resting on the top of my head. “you can put any man on his knees.”

My arms around him tightened, my chest doing a strange flip at his words. “That's not true,” I murmured because while he was on his knees physically for me, he wasn’t emotionally.

I felt him swallow and I knew that we were treading on minefields at the moment.

“I wanted to come over here and just yell at you. I wanted you to feel all the bitterness that I was feeling,” he said.

I felt a lump in my throat. He was right, I made him feel horrible. I deserved everything that he was about to throw at me. It was my fault we were in this situation.

“Harry, I'm so sorr-” I started.

“Don't,” he cut me off, his head lightly shaking back and forth. “You don't need to tell me you're sorry because I'm sorry. We need to get pass this because I obviously can't live without you somehow in my life.” His voice dropped, “I need you, Jules.”

My lungs released a gust of a breath that had been patiently waiting in my chest to be let go.

“And you make me so angry sometimes,” Harry continued. “so-so infuriated. A man that I never knew I could be. But that's okay because that means I feel alive.”

I closed my eyes, heartbeats dropping like rocks at his confession. It was everything I wanted to hear.

“So, that's what I'm doing now, I guess. Laying everything out on the table,” he murmured. “I'm ready to start new and be honest with each other. I just want to be friends again.”

Honest. He wanted to be honest.

“Harry...” I tried to find words, my mind mentally grasping for anything to say. I had to tell him, I had to, but I didn't know how.

“I want to be friends too.” My mouth spoke for me and I cursed it for the lies it told. That wasn't what I wanted to say at all.

He let out a sigh, pulling me closer for two seconds before releasing me. His hands holding my shoulders back so he could examine my face. “Thank you,” he said. “I know it's going to be hard. But I need you. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize that.”

I put my head back onto his chest, closing my eyes. I wanted to inhale this moment, breathe it in, write it down, tattoo it onto the alleys of brain. Moments like these, I knew, wouldn't last long. Sooner or later, guilt would swallow me and I would have to return to a sharp reality where it would cut me open for everyone to see. Choking back my words, I leaned into him. Just for a few more seconds, I told myself, just for a few more.

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How to determine if your dog has fleas in 14 steps

Fleas are common parasites that can make your dog itchy and very uncomfortable. Not only are they annoying and difficult to get rid of, but they can also be dangerous for your dog if left untreated. In most cases, you can determine if your dog has fleas by observing its behavior, performing a visual inspection during grooming, and examining the environment for signs of fleas or their feces. 1Look out for signs of excessive chewing and scratching in your dog. Flea bites cause a lot of itching, so the first sign of a flea infestation is usually seeing excessive scratching and chewing. American Kennel Club

* Other behavioral signs of fleas include head shaking, hair loss, scabs and warm spots. Examine your dog's skin for small red bumps. Flea bites are usually smaller than other insect bites. This means that they can be difficult to find and so you have to look very carefully. American Kennel Club

* Some dogs have a stronger response to flea saliva, causing a larger area to become red and irritated. American Kennel Club * You may also find small red bumps on your own skin, these could also be flea bites. Check your dog's coat to find adult fleas. Use your fingers to spread your dog's coat so you can see his skin and look for signs of adult fleas. Fleas generally prefer to be at the base of the tail, abdomen and behind the ears, but they can be found anywhere on the dog.

* Adult fleas are about the size of a pencil point. They are small insects with a flat body and can vary in color from red-brown to black. * Remember that fleas will move away from your fingers as you examine your dog's coat. This makes them difficult to find. * Most fleas live in your dog's environment, so it can be difficult to find them in your dog's coat if it is only a mild infestation. Let your dog stand on. Use a flea comb and soapy water to check your dog's coat for flea excrement. Place the flea comb on your dog's coat and apply gentle pressure until the comb touches your dog's skin. Gently brush through your dog's coat making sure the comb is always in contact with the skin. American Kennel Club

* After each puff, examine the comb for fleas and their feces, then dip the comb in a bowl of warm, soapy water to clean it. * Flea faeces look like tiny black flakes, but may contain dried blood. If you dip the flea comb in a bowl of soapy water, you can see the flakes turn from black to red. * If the flakes remain black after putting them in the water, then it is probably just dirty. * You can also place the flakes on a damp cotton pad and keep an eye on them to see if they change color. If there is a rusty red circle around the flakes, it is a sign that they are flea feces. Look into your dog's mouth to see if his gums are pale. Pale gums can be a sign of anemia, which can indicate blood loss from fleas.

* Other signs of anemia include low body temperature and lethargic skin. * Anemia from flea bites is especially dangerous in young puppies and small dog breeds. Examine your dog's bed and eating area on flea excrement. If you see tiny black flakes on your dog's bed, wipe them up with a damp white washcloth or paper towel. If they turn red after a few minutes, the flakes are flea excrement.

* Check the area around your dog's bed, the area where he eats and other places where he is often. * You may also find adult fleas in those areas. Create a light with a bowl of water and a night light. Place a small bowl of soapy water near the dog's bed and turn on a night light. If there are fleas in the area, they will be attracted by the light and jump into the soapy water, drowning them.

* It may be good to keep your dog in a kennel or enclosed area at night so that he doesn't drink the soapy water. Contact your vet if your dog has fleas. Your vet will recommend a specific treatment plan for your household. You will have to treat all your animals, including indoor and outdoor cats.

* Common options for killing fleas include a monthly treatment to be applied to the dog's neck, as well as various shampoos, sprays and powders. * It is important to have a specific treatment plan for your dog and its environment, as using certain products at the same time can be toxic to your pet. Try commercially available or natural remedies to kill the fleas. Commercial flea sprays and powders can be an effective way to kill fleas on your dog, in his bed, and in your home. You can also discourage fleas from nesting on your dog by dipping your dog's brush in lemon juice before brushing his coat. Thoroughly clean your house. You must vacuum and wash all carpets, rugs, beds, and upholstery to get rid of fleas and their eggs.

* To prevent fleas from coming back, wash your dog's bed at least once a week. American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. Spray or mist at home with a flea-killer to get rid of serious infestations. These chemicals are very dangerous and should only be used when there is no other way to get rid of the fleas.

* Some flea-killers come in the form of sprays, while insect bombs and nebulizers release the product after being activated. This will give you some time to get out of the area so that you are not exposed to the chemicals. * Wear a face mask to protect yourself while using chemicals. You can also have a professional fighter come to your house. * You will need to leave your home temporarily during this process, so make sure you have a plan for your dog and other animals. The evacuation usually takes 3-6 hours, but make sure to read the label carefully to make sure. 5Mow the grass in your yard every week to keep it short. Mowing the grass will prevent fleas from hopping on your dog when he spends time outdoors.

* Fleas prefer dark areas. Mowing the lawn exposes them to sunlight, which will discourage them from living in your yard.

* Vacuum your home at least 1-2 times a week to reduce the chances of your pet getting fleas. Vacuuming can remove fleas, cocoons, eggs and larvae from your carpets, rugs and furniture.

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Hercules Chapter Two

SUMMARY:The team gets involved in the investigation. Reid decides he will work on the Geological Profile by himself. Gideon, Hotch, JJ, and Morgan work on interviewing people and checking out crime scenes.

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Monday followed Sunday. Sunday consisted of Series 4 and 5 of Doctor Who. Garcia had wanted him to catch up for a while now. He got up, showered and dressed in gray slacks, gray button up and black waistcoat. He covered his mark, grabbed his refreshed Go-bag and satchel and walked out his apartment.

"Hey Reid! I was gonna come up. Want a ride?" Derek asked. Spencer nodded and stepped into the car.

"Hi Morgan. How was your weekend?" Spencer asked, fiddling with his shirt sleeves.

"Fun. Saturday night I went clubbing but didn't stay too long. and Sunday I cleaned up, did some shopping, and relaxed. What about you, man?" Derek glanced over and almost flinched. Spencer's eyes were bloodshot, face pale and taunt, shadows as deep and black as night under his eyes.

"Nothing much caught up on case files. and watched Doctor who, cleaned up a bit." Spencer didn't speak of the conversation with JJ, it was personal and he was still thinking it over.

"Sounds absolutely fantastic. Get a good-nah-did you finish all your case files?" Derek asked. Spencer nodded, grabbed his bags and hurried to the elevator. "Chill, my man. JJ will have your coffee." She and Morgan were the only two Spencer allowed to make his coffee. They arrived on their floor and JJ dutifully handed over a mug. the trio continued to the bullpen.

"Hey Spencer, are you feeling better?" JJ asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Not sure if it is all cleared up but you helped. Just want you to be happy." Spencer replied. Morgan frowned and filed the exchange away for future evaluation.

"And I put those files on Hotch's desk. he should be able to sign 36 pieces of paper." JJ walked away.

"36. Pretty Boy. You did everyone's case files again." Morgan demanded.

"Maybe?" Spencer said hesitantly. Morgan shook his head.

"Pretty Boy, you need to stop that. After reading that, you'll never forget." Morgan put his hand on his friend's head and ruffled his hair. Spencer sighed but smiled.

"Stop worrying about me. Now you don't have to kill a good weekend by case files." Spencer walked off to JJ's office. 'Please stop being so kind. It's hard to push these feeling away when you are so kind' Spencer thought sadly.

"JJ do you need help setting up the round table room?" Spencer asked. At her nod he gathered some materials and began tacking them up. When they finished, the two stood in silence.

"Spencer. If you need someone to talk to, remember I am here. Don't bottle it up." JJ rubbed his arm and walked out the room. Spencer brought a hand up the the rightside of his neck. Where his mark resided--the same mark he sees slightly hidden by the collar of Derek Morgan's shirt.

Spencer knew he was in love with the other agent. Morgan saw through his emotionless facade to the Spencer that was terrified, that was worried, that was a child trying to be an adult too fast. But he knew it was unrequited love. Extremely straight Morgan deserved to be with someone that would make him happy. Not someone he felt obligated to be with because of a matching black swirly sun on the right sides of their necks. Morgan deserved someone that could help him get through the aftermath of cases. Not someone who reminded him of them.

"Hey, JJ. What is the matter with Reid? He is acting funny." Morgan stepped into her office.

"I'm not sure. It deal with soul-mates though. He called last night. He wanted to know how I could deal with traveling and possibly missing my soul-mate. He also wanted to know why we would want someone to be waiting for us when we got home when we do what we do." JJ summarized. Morgan frowned and felt the urge to search Spencer out. The urge must have been on his face. "Let him go. You know Spencer, he will get through it. Come on, we have a case." JJ gestured to the bullpen and the team arrived in the Round Table Room.

"Okay Gang. This is unusual and you will see why. Portland, Oregon. 4 high school murdered. the first one: Leonard Davis was strangled. Second was Ophelia Basset was stabbed to death in the chest and abdomen. Third, Tabitha Wells was shot with an arrow to the chest. and the fourth was Everett Brown. He was killed by blunt force trauma to the back of the head. He was found on Saturday. They were all found at different places and preliminary results say killed in different places too. The victims are vastly different, in home life and overall appearance. The only connection between them is the RR carved into the right heel, Post-mortem." JJ explained.

"So nothing is consistent. We will work on the plane. Wheels' up in 30." Hotch said. JJ and the others began to gather the file that was spread through the room.

"I will get started as soon as we land on a geographical profile, with this many points of interest we will need one. I should get it done quickly." Spencer said.

"Good. JJ, Morgan and I can handle the families. Sorry JJ, with you being the only female on the team we are gonna need you." Hotch said, returning to the room.

" I'll handle the dump sites." Gideon said. With that the team packed up, grabbed their bags and head to the plane. 45 minutes later they were up talking about the case.

" Killing spree? Experimenting for the actual target? No sexual or sadistic elements present, that could be reserved for the true victim. What is going on here?" Morgan asked.

"He could be finally devolving. We can have Garcia check when we land." Gideon hypothesized.

"Portland PD has some space ready for us. and Garcia landed us room. unfortunately, its 3 with double beds. sorry. but we can land and get straight to work" JJ shrugged.

"Can I take a nap? I, uh didn't sleep much this weekend." Spencer asked. Hotch's forehead furrowed but nodded.

"Sure. We'll wake you when we are close to landing." Hotch said. Spencer was asleep before he finished. "I am sure he didn't sleep at all this weekend. Look at him. And with practically no connections he is gonna run himself into the ground on this case. Morgan, keep an eye on him? not obviously or he will resist and work harder." Morgan nodded.

A few hours later Morgan was waking Spencer up. "Come on, sleeping beauty. We are gonna land soon. Time to get up." Spencer groaned but sat up and rubbed at his eyes with closed fists. Morgan felt his chest tighten. 'He looks cute, just waking up'

About 20 minutes later they landed and were being escorted to the police station.

"Okay, My name is Chief Jeremy Yates. You must be the FBI folks." Yates was about 5'8", well built, buzz cut. The BAU introduced themselves. "These are my men and women. Let's set you guys up. If you need anything just ask." Yates showed them to a square room with blank wooden walls and a second room with two whiteboards and some cork-board.

"JJ, please." Spencer yawned. JJ nodded and took the outstretched mug. She quickly came back. "Thanks JJ" Spencer gulped down the coffee. "Give me 5 minutes and I will have a list of things I will need." Spencer ducked into the first room. He smiled at the blank walls. 5 minutes later, the victims and notes pertaining to them graced one wall, notes and pictures for the crime scenes were on one wall.

"Spencer, what do you need?" Hotch asked.

"An aerial map of Portland. I will also need a 10 block radius or 2 mile radius images around victims homes and any crime scenes. I would like these laminated if possible. I will also need a yard stick and colored expo and permanent markers. If I need to prioritize that list I need the markers, yard stick and aerial map first so can begin. Also make sure they are well stocked on coffee and sugar and milk. I brought my own tea." Spencer said. Morgan smirked from next to Aaron. "What do you find amusing Morgan?"

"You call me the alpha male. That was pretty Alpha-like there." Morgan's smirk grew.

"Sh-sh-shut up De-Derek." Spencer Stuttered. Derek grinned.

"Yes, sir. You got this handled? JJ and I are leaving. You know actually do something." Derek ruffled his hair.

"Derek! I can handle this. and for your information, I have taken down UnSubs before. Stop teasing me!" Spencer demanded, a smile gracing his features. Derek leaned close-suddenly serious.

"I know that, Pretty Boy, I know that. I will call you later." Morgan walked over to JJ. Leaving Spencer alone to gather his wits.

"He your's? " A woman asked from behind Spencer. Maddie her badge said. Spencer shook his head. Her eyes brightened and she made her way to Morgan's side. Spencer licked his lips, her presence leaving a sour taste in his mouth. He looked up to see Derek shake his head and Maddie's shoulders hunch.

"Are you Doctor Reid? Agent Hotchner said to give these to you. Unfortunately, we could only give you the aerial map. We have someone working on the others. They should be done tonight or tomorrow." A young man said. His badge read Matthew. His arms held a rolled up map and some markers and his left hand held a meter stick. Spencer nodded and walked into the room he acquired. He pointed to the table and Matthew dumped his loot. "Do you need anything else, sir?" Matthew asked. Spencer shook his head, walking out the door again. "Why did you ask Agent Hotchner to make sure we stayed overly stocked with sugar and coffee?" Matthew tried again. "Cause Pretty Boy here, inhales coffee like it's oxygen. and like a little coffee in about a quart of sugar. Spence, Baby Mama is online if you need anything. We all are heading out. Don't get a paper cut now. Check you later man." Morgan smiled and Spencer waved dismissively.

"Don't be stupid, Derek. I will see you later. Have fun." Spencer pushed him towards the door.

"Me? Stupid? Never am, Sugar, Never am." Derek called over his shoulder. Spencer laughed lightly and waved to the BAU team leaving. He walked into his room and set up the direct speaker line to Garcia.

Spencer tacked up the map and the key he created to go with it: Red= dump sites (pm) Blue= Victim's homes (pm) Black= Possible kill sites (em) Green=Place last seen (pm) Purple=?? Pink=?? Orange=??

"Why do you have colors with no meaning? and what does EM and PM stand for?" Matthew asked from the door.

"In case more info arises. the EX is for expo marker. That information could change as the investigation continues. the PM is permanent for obvious reasons." Spencer explained. " I have a bad feeling about this. I'm gonna need another cup of coffee. and Garcia." Spencer mumbled as he left to get coffee. Matthew knew that the last few statements weren't directed to him so he left, leaving the Doctor to his work. *********

Morgan was trying to get rid of the tightness in his chest. Seeing Matthew hanging over Spencer with pure awe and admiration in his eyes annoyed him.

"Morgan, you okay? You keep rubbing your chest." JJ pointed to his hand which was in fact rubbing his sternum. JJ was paired with Morgan to go to Lucy Basset's home to question her. Morgan nodded and she let it go.

JJ opened her door to see it was raining. Not pouring but not a light sprinkle either. She sighed dreading the walk to the door. Morgan tabbed her arm and handed her a black umbrella. JJ grinned in appreciation. They quickly jogged to the door. JJ knocking rather loudly. "Mrs. Basset? My name is Jeniffer. I am with the FBI. We're her to ask you a few questions about your daughter."

"Come in. Come in. I'm Lucy. Do you want a drink? A towel maybe for your wet friend?" Lucy asked. She was a willow-y woman, long brown hair, small features, green eyes.

"I'm Special Agent Derek Morgan. I am not that wet. We only had the one umbrella so I gave it to Jeniffer. But thanks all the same. We have some questions, do you mind?" Derek jutted his chin towards the house.

"I mind, yes. but if I can help find this bastard then ask away." She sat on a chair and JJ sat on a couch opposite of her. Derek stood, walking and looking around.

"Your daughter, Ophelia, did she uh make friends well enough in school?" JJ asked.

"She made friends fine. Nice to everyone. She was a darling. Never threw tantrums. She would take anything life gave her and walk right through it. Her father had toured 4 times. Once in the Gulf War, Once in Afghanistan and Twice in Iraq. They were long tours and it took a long time for him to assimilate to civilian life. But they were best of friends the two of them. This last time, some Iraqi militant got really close to the unit and threw and grenade. He jumped on it. Saved the unit. She was 16. Lia had seen him at his worst she knew exactly when he had bad day and how to help him. Something I didn't. I was a realtor for some high society people and development. half million, million dollar homes. I didn't pay any heed to my husband's problems. Didn't have that luxury of time. But when the news came she only smiled. said how proud of him she was. She said in the eulogy how she hoped that one day she could make him proud, she wanted to be a therapist for vets." Lucy took a shaky breath. "She took over the household when I sunk into my depression. She took the pension and paid bills, got two jobs to get more money inflow. I had some in the bank but not much. She wanted to use her college money to help pay bills. She was getting ready to sign the papers when she was found. It snapped me out of my depression. She was going to give up her future to become my caregiver. How was that supposed to make Martin proud? Now, she isn't here and I can never thank her enough or forgive myself." Lucy covered her face with her hands. JJ crouched in front of her and started rubbing her shoulders.

"Mrs. Basset, did you build this?" Derek pointed to a tri-self unit. Picture of a man at the zoo, the beach, melted marshmallows on his face, a Santa hat on, vampire teeth in, sat on the top shelf. The middle held a large white candle, barely used. and the third shelf was the man in combat fatigues and in a bunker and several men in a group.

"Yeah, it's a shrine to Martin. Something to remind me and Ophelia that he was watching over us. When Martin died, she stopped going to church. She refused to light the candle. We fought a few times about it. I said God has a plan. This is for a reason. She couldn't wrap her head around a loving, kind God sanctioning famine, drought, poverty, war, killing. and she stopped believing." Lucy's exhale was more of a sob than anything. JJ stood up.

"Thank you for everything Mrs. Basset. We appreciate it. If you need us, think of anything, have questions, here is my card and we are at the Portland Police Department. Thanks again." JJ gave Lucy a hug and Morgan nodded. The duo left quietly. *******

Spencer looked round the room, that he would be spending all his waking hours in. He was waiting on coordinates to mark his map so he could begin drawing his line. He could then start estimating where the UnSub lived. He glanced at the pictures on the walls. The RR catching his attention. He hit the "1" button on the speaker on the table.

"Home of the All-knowing. Speak and receive wisdom" A bubbly voice came over the speaker.

"Penelope, It's Spencer." Spencer directed his voice towards the speaker.

"Oh, Sugar, Speak to me." Garcia chimed.

"Anyone in Portland with initials RR?" Reid began pacing.

"Boy Wonder, How genius of you! There are four people with those initials. How do I narrow this down?" Garcia asked.

"I'm not sure. Hadn't gotten that far. Trace cards and addresses and cars. Maybe they can narrow themselves down. Then a 20 mile radius of the dump sites." Reid started twirling a pen like a drumstick.

"Sugar Muffin, you are so smart. Only three live in a 20 Mile radius but for two weeks one was away on business-or so says his visa. Oh, and one is dead. So you are down two, Sweet Cheeks. Anything else, Honey Drop?"

"Not right now, Garcia. I'll call if there is anything."

"Sure thing Stud." Spencer laughed and hung up. He trusted Garcia to send the info on the two remaining RR's to Hotch or Morgan. Spencer picked up the pink marker and wrote: SUSPECTS on his key.

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CV SQUAD PT.1 (M)

Podcast host/Youtuber/Influencer BTS & OC

CV SQUAD TAKE: MIAMI,NEW YORK, LONDON, LA

CV SQUAD TAKE MIAMI- PART 1 OF 2

WARNINGS:(There’s both some M/F & M/M smuttyness in here so I’ll let you find out which warnings apply to who) Some hand fun,Hella dirty talk, cum play, spit play, light choking, public sex, light mirror kink ,a ton of teasing between all 8 “Characters” All the boy’s are Bi in this BTW . Tatted and Pierced BTS (Not all but most)

JIMIN/OC MAIN FOCUS OT7 SUBFOCUS (MXM/MXF)

In this part Hoseok/Yoongi have a bigger roll in my opinion but again there all in it a ton

There is a lot of dialog in this one but it’s needed…I’m introducing 8 people sooooo lol

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AU SUMMARY : The “CV SQUAD” is made up of Jimin,YN, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Kookie a group of friends who run a podcast called “Candid Vibes” . That was created initially for a media arts project,in college which is actually how they all met! Now fast forward a good 4 years, a YT channel and millions of listeners later..and we have the CVSQUADTOUR. A four city tour spanning over 16 days, with guest appearances from some of their good friends over at “TEAMJTH” AKA Jin, Taehyung,and Hoseok. Follow along to get the full candid behind the scenes access to everything that takes place over the next 2 weeks, including the moments there definitely going to edit out of the tour vlogs!!! P.S the full backstory will be linked at the end!

***This is happening in real time, so in some scenes if there’s a [C] in front of the person dialog that means there talking into the camera. Or if it says [FILMING] that means there in shot but not talking directly to the camera***

****Wednesday July 4th, 5:45 AM,Valencia, CA -CV SQUAD HOUSE (Tour starts on the 5th in Miami) ***

“Ah fuck!!” A loud grumbled leaves Yoongi's chest as he sets the camera on the kitchen counter, ruffling his hands through his faded ice blue locks, readjusting his oversized cat eye glasses on his face before pushing the record button.

[C] “Aye, goodmorning guys, it’s ughhh fuck, 5:45 which is why the lighting probaly sucks in addition to the fact that I’m not Jungkook! Sooo as you guys know we all went out last night with the guys over at TEAMJTH, for a pre-tour dinner thing, which started at 7:30 but Y/N and Jimin didint get there till like 8 which, what the fuck else is new.” Letting out a slow exhale as his body just slouched along the back counter, taking a sip of coffee before continuing his thought.

[C] “ Well, Jin and I were the first to leave around, like 11:30 ish and I had the displeasure of spending the night here, because that’s the only way I’d ensure these asshats woke up on time. And when I got up this morning my phone said the last time the alarm went off was a little after 3AM..and again it’s 5:45 and I’m about to go wake them up because come look at this shit!“ Turning the camera away from his face to let it lead the way down the hallway and into the PR room, or “Hell” as Yoongi called it .

There was a room on the first floor that was originally meant to be a “parlor” but obviously that's not anything the 4 of you would need or want! So it was turned into the PR closet, as you guys were always being sent items to review, or even paid to post about it. It only took one of you missing an ad that couldve made you an easy 3k to realize this shit needed to be kept out of your bedrooms until the job was done. So inteased you have a room filled with numerous clothing racks and boxes, separated by CV member! But it was also where all of your luggage was sitting and it barely looked liked you guys were packed, or at least not 16 days worth!

Letting the camera pan the room as he let out an exasperated sigh, even in the dim lighting only fueled by the numerous neon signs along the walls it was still clear this room was a hot ass mess.

[C] “Can we all take a moment to appreciate the site in front of us, that is without a doubt bullshit!” Panning the camera over to the right, zooming in slightly, on all of your half-assed excuse for packing. “Yeah, so on that note, were gonna walk down the hall and wake up Jimin first, and then make our way upstairs to get everyone else.”

Making his way down a long dark hallway before making a right to head to Jimin’s room, until he hears an almost animalistic noise coming from the opposite direction. Heading to the laundry room instead only to find Jungkook, snoring,with his mouth open, on a bean bag chair..with a bag of chocolate covered lays to his right.

There was a very long pause, as the camera pans between Kookie and Yoongi, before his eyes flutter shut, holding the bridge of his nose between his index and thumb.

[C] “Ya know, sometimes...I just really don’t know what my life is….I really, really don't….” reaching down to shake Jungkook “Hey, hey,HEY! Kookie! Dude whyyyyyyy !? What are you doin on the floor in here of all places?” Pausing momentarily honestly hoping for an answer than even made a fragment of sense. Instead he was greeted with a displeased grumble as kookie attempted to readjust on the oversized bean bag chair .

[C] “Nooo no, no up! Get up, go shower, and finish packing NOW! You got like an hour and 7 minutes. And then your taking this damn camera back because I hate this thing! ”

The tone alone has the younger abiding Yoongi’s orders, far too tired to argue anyway slowly rolling off the floor, grabbing his chips in the process. Managing to get chocolate all over the collar of the white “OFF white” Jacket he slept in. While Kookie slugged his way out of the laundry room, still whining like a bart in the process.

Quickly whipping out his phone to check Jungkooks IG, letting out a relieved sigh at his last 3 posts which all had well over 600k likes. But more importantly Jungkook posted the sponsored post, prior to ruining the jacket...and that’s all that mattered!

[C] “One down..two to go….”

What he actually meant was Yoongi didn't need to wake up was Namjoon, well aware that he was already up and well…..that’s because that's whose room he started and woke up in himself….

Finally heading back to his initial mission, Jimin, turning in the opposite direction, making a right, then walking down four very random stairs that lead to his bedroom . Two black framed french doors sat cracked, the room initially was a sunroom converted to a bedroom because Jimin wanted to be on the first floor and the guest room “wouldn’t even hold my shoes “. So this was the alternative...

Upon opening it he finds the both of you in bed together, but there's nothing even remotely sexual about this if anything it’s comical. Both fully dressed, like shoes and all, how you managed to sleep in that skin tight hot pink body con dress, that barely looked like you had room to breathe is besides me. The upper half of your body was almost hanging half off his california king while Jimin’s foot was damn near in a ballerina point. Evident even through his leather dress boots, neck stretched so far to the side it was almost on his night stand. One hand draped over your hip while the other hung off the bed.

[C] “Why am I not even remotely surprised at this point!?.” A combination of frustration and amusement laced within his voice as he slumped to the ground. Letting a low cackle rupture through his throat, as he still tried to keep his voice at a whisper. Only standing in the door frame at this point. “ I swear I don’t get paid enough for this…..” Walking over to turn on the lights, but unfortunately Jimin only had mood lighting so the dim aesthetic really did nothing to stir the two of you.

Flipping the angle so the camera was facing him again before speaking into it at a hushed tone [C]“Offf course this boy has strip club hoe lighting to go with his damn silk curtains because why wouldn't he! Alright guys’ Imma set this camera on the nightstand, because these two are damn near comatose, and I need two hands for this! I’m not sure how much footage you will or won't get but I really need to get them up so blame Kookie for also being hungover if this parts shitty!”

At this point because of where the camera was sitting you could only see the bottom of the bed , but it was picking up the conversation taking place above it.

Yoongi reached over readjusting your body on the bed only causing you drape your arms around him in attempts to pull him in “No, no, no..Y/n get up..” Shaking your body until your eyes fluttered, making your roll over closer to Jimin, who welcomed you with no hesitation even in his sleep, always a cuddler even in the platonic sense.

“Alright fuck this..” Hopping on the bed between the two of you, shaking you both until your eyes fluttered open. Jimin’s even puffer than usual from lack of sleep, slipping into complete slits in his face. You weren't doing any better, suddenly your lash extensions felt like bricks hanging on your lids, as you struggled to keep your eyes ajar. A loud screech comparable to banche left your throat as you stretched,managing to crack a few bones in the process… “Yo, it’s like 5 to 6...you two need to shower and finish packing,private or not we still gotta go through TSA, and you know how LAX is...we need to be outta here by 8! Let’s get movin!!” He was far from yelling but there was no room for debate within the leverage he held as he spoke.

Rolling over to your side, resting your hand on your temple, eyes zoning in on a very faint mark behind Yoongi’s ear making your smirk slightly. “Where did you sleep last night?” Brow quirked at the sudden implied question, the devilish grin on your face transferring to jimins as he ruffled his fingers through his long dark locks. Currently almost jet black, parted messily down the middle with a couple pieces falling in his face framing that lethal jawline of his! Kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his white dress shirt, leaving his toned caramelized abdomen on display. Giving you a sneak peek at the roses that danced along his ribcage, as he readjusted next to you on the bed.

“Yeah Yoongi where did you sleep last night hmm? Needed a little stress reliever before tour even starts aye?” The playful yet taunting tenor in Jimin's voice eared an eye roll and middle finger from Yoongi.

“Fuck you both, I slept in the guest room thank you very much!” Snapping back with a snarl, while the two of you instantly exchanged glances, eyes meeting and rolling in the same direction simultaneously.

“Really!?” The word left both of your lips in unison, dry as all hell, as you tried to ease off the bed, your hangover knocking you right on your ass. Literally, plopping back down next to jimin, causing him to smile over at you fondly, stroking the side of your jaw. The contrast of the metal from his rings soothing your skin, nuzzling your face slightly into his palm.

The tone in both of your voices screamed “BULLSHIT”! There were things that happened every once in a while that were kept on the DL, even within the squad ,typically never confirmed or denied, just forever the butt of every, inside joke.

“How the fuck would either of you know different? Your drunk ass couldn't even make it upstairs!” The words slipped from his lips so effortlessly it was like he was already prepared for the two of you to give him that reaction.

“Bitch” Bringing your hand down to meet his ass, as he rolled off the bed smaking it so hard your palm burned from the impact. Earning a low hiss to leave his throat, a noise that was secretly pleasing to both Jimin and yourself if were being honest.

“No, but I’m serious, you two up! Up!” Shoeing his hands in your direction .

Jimin hopped off the bed first, throwing his shirt on the floor “For once, the little grimiln over there actually has a method to his madness, we need to get moving princess..” Abruptly grabbing you off the bed and throwing you over his shoulder before walking towards the door.

“Hey I heard that! You little shit!” Yoongi aimed a pillow at Jimin but considering he’s not even remotely athletic it landed on your ass instead! Earning a loud squeal from the sudden change of, well shit everything as now you're literally staring at the ground and his ass, in these skin tight leather pants.

The minute the two of you made it into the hallway and he walked up those 4 steps it was game over. All Yoongi could hear from inside Jimin’s bedroom was you literally screaming “Park, down,now put me down I’m literally going to throw up put me down!!”

Picking the camera off the nightstand as he plopped back down on Jimin’s bed , head jerking suddenly from the feeling of something rolling out of the pillowcase. Only to find it’s a bottle of lube, quickly looking at the brand before giving what appeared to be an approving nod, throwing it to the side before bringing the camera up to his face.

[C] “Well ladies and gentlemen..this is gonna be...interesting..to say the least..I’mma go make my rounds, make sure everyone is actually up. Make sure Y/N didn't puke in the damn hallway, I also need to check in with our boys over at TEAMJTH. I’m sure Jin’s the only coherent one, I know they were all over here at some point and I have no idea what time they left!” Pausing to pull his phone out of his pocket, letting his thumb hover over Jin’s contact.

[C] “ Maybe I’ll be somewhat nice and make a starbucks run….meh will see how I feel.But yeah, will check in once Kook’s sober so he can film because I’m sure this was a shit show! So on that note..I’m out! Peace!!”

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“How you wanna do this ?” Voice sitting barley above a whisper as he stroked your cheek, while you sat on the ground of the 1st floor guest bathroom. Hair all tousled to the right as your head rested on your arm, which was still braced along the toilet seat. A warm rag coming up to grace the back of your neck “You wanna shower here or go upstair-” cutting him off with a nod before he could even finish his thought. Needing to sit in the humidity before you even tried to walk upstairs. Nodding quickly before walking behind you to turn the shower up, stepping out into the hallway to grab a towel.

“Someone slept in her makeup…” Tisking lowly as he placed the towel on the counter, before walking back out into the wall.

“Fuck, yeah I know thank god my skin is damn near bullet proof or else I’d be fucked, remind me to never drink on a stomach fuled by soley the dessert menu! “ Rolling your eyes in frustration at no one but yourself as you slowly got off the ground.Feeling slightly light headed in the process, pulling your dress over your head. Only revealing a nude g-string, the dress was so tight you almost considered not wearing panties at all. As you stepped into the shower you heard the door open again, apparently he went to also grab you makeup wipes, only catching the tail end of your naked body as you disappeared behind the steamed glass.

Not even bothering to apologize because it wasn't the first time he’d seen you like that, sticking your head out the glass, extending your arms for the wipes, as you smiled over in his direction. “Thank you for taking care of my hungover ass…” Shooting him a lazy smile as you rested your head against the tile.

Returning the gesture with a slight bow of the head as he edged towards the door, “No need to thank me, I’mma go hop in the shower myself, I also sat some tylenol on the counter, but come find me if you need me okay?” The genuine care and concern in his voice forced you to give him a legit smile no matter how dead your body felt, Jimin was good people, you don’t meet a lot of them in this industry that’s for damn sure! Nodding in response, another thank you left your lips lightly before letting your body reunite with the steam.

“How’s she feelin?” Jimin heard Namjoon’s voice echo throughout the empty hallway , changing his direction from his bedroom over to the kitchen. Joon was standing behind the island shirtless, mixing together a protein drink, Jimin noticed the tripbod to his right that was holding his phone. Figuring he probably just filmed something, more than likely an instagram video. Shamelessly taking in Namajon’s honey dipped complexion, offset by his dark brows and ice blonde hair.

Joon went through phases were he choose to tone his body, always someone with a strong build so it didn't take much for him to build up muscle mass. In Jimin eyes he was the perfect combination of muscular yet soft all at the same time! A couple small tattoo’s dancing along his body, all quotes written in an old fashioned script. From various books, or artist that caught his attention, not one for random spur or the moment pieces they all held a lot of meaning!

A dimply smile pulled on Joon’s face as he observed the way the younger was damn near drooling “Thanks Chim, I’m glad your enjoying the progress I’m making at the gym” The smile quickly turned into a full blown smirk once he took in how red Jimin got, even though his tanned complexion.

Shaking his head lightly as he chuckled, slightly embarrassed, letting his eyes meet their freshly polished hardwood floors, before brining his gaze back to his elder. Raking his fingers through his hair before slowly letting them slide down his neck “What can I say, I appreciate the hard work that’s all...I know it’s not easy to stay committed!”Ending with a slight nod , that held equal amounts of sass and arrogance.

Strutting over to grab a seat in front of Namjoon “Are these any good, or are they just payin you well?”

A playful tenor rang through his voice as he recognized the very popular protein brand to his right. Finally putting two and two together, as far as his appearance and the tripod, he was clearly filming an AD for the company. Namjoon quirked his brow clearly not as amused as Jimin, while taking a sip, “Don”t try me, last I checked none of us were hungry enough to take a deal just because. We either actually like it or we don’t post about it..or did I miss something?”

Dropping his posture slightly, resting his chin on his knuckles as he locked his eyes with the younger Namjoon’s rebuttal had jimin throwing his hands up, waving his white flag immediately. “Touche, your right, your right! Lemme taste it..” He actually wasn’t asking more so demanding as he grabbed the cup, lacing his tongue around the straw before wrapping his lips around it.

Namjoon’s eyes narrowed into tiny slits at the sight, well aware of what this little shit was doing, making sure the diamond , from his piercing caught the end of the straw “Really? Is that what it is Park?” Cocking his head to the side slightly, there was an air of amusement that danced along his face while Jimin faked innocence, earning an eye roll from namjoon while he stepped back relaxing against counter. Putting his full abdomen, V line and all on display, while his joggers sat dangerously low...I swear the two of them secretly got off on constantly tempting each other! Though in all honesty it was USUALLY always harmless and just playful, the four of you flirts by nature.

“So what time did you go to bed last night?” Jimin tried to play it cool but Namjon knew he was digging..trying to see if anything happened between him and Yoongi.

“Ugh, around 1, a little after Hoe-seok made an apperance….fuck, you two missed A LOT!”

“What? OH the lapdance!? Fuckkkk I know! That’s the last thing I remember looking at one my phone, just wait until drama channels get a hold of it, Next thing you know there engaged to be married! “ Jimin rolled his eyes annoyed at just the thought of how everything suddenly became an internet headline.Not that it’s ever stopped any of them from doing whatever they want, when they want!

There was suddenly a mischievous glint in Namjoon’s eyes before he shook his head “Nah, there was another lap dance, that hopefully isn't on anybody's snap chat…” .

Jimin’s brows furrowed in slight confusion, and annoyance at the way Namjoon was dragging this out “Just fuckin send it Joonie I don’t have all damn day!”

A snort left namjoon’s body as he dropped his head on the island before continuing “ Alright ,alright, so when I got home, Kookie, Tae, Ryland, And morgan were chillin’ listening to The Weeknd doing jell-o shots. He was originally giving Morgan a lap dance,and like stripping and shit. Then I come in, we all know Hoseok can’t hold his liquor, I make a comment about his ass in those jeans he was wearing and the next thing I know he’s on my lap…and ugh, yeah...”

The hesitation as his jaw closed, let Jimin known there was more he wanted to say he just choose not too, now how much more is the question.

Jimin gazed back at him completely wide eyed, jaw damn near hanging to the floor, fuck what he would’ve given to be there for that! “Careful you might catch something…” Joon teased as he took his phone off the tripod…”Fuck, it’s almsot 6:30 you need to get your ass in the shower before Yoongi cut’s your balls off , he just left, and he spent all morning bitching!”

“Ughhh, fine but were texting about this whole ..”dance” situation later because I got questions! Also when is Yoongi NOT bitching, you just love being his little helper huh? Such a good little boy for him aren't you Joonie!!” The taunting almost demeaning tone in Jimin’s voice had his blood boiling, brow quirked, jaw extremely tight. His lethal gaze was daring the younger to even think about saying another word!

Jimin was well aware if they did have sex theres no way in hell Namjoon was bottoming. So he was hoping if he struck a nerve Joon would correct him which would at least confirm if his suspicion of them hooking up in the past was right. But clearly Namjoon was a little too smart for that one…

“Nah, more like I just know how to keep my shit together so I don’t get bitched out, now how about you be a good little boy for your hyung and go take a shower yeah!?” Now it was Joon’s turn to taunt Jimin , his tone alone had jimin shifting in his seat, low, calm yet authoritative all at the same time. All of the boys were Korean-American, so there were obviously some cultural things that just weren’t done as often in america, and referring to your male elder as “Hyung” constantly was one of them. But considering Jimin can find a way to turn anything into a kink he already knew Jimin’s underwear we soaked on command!

Jimin exhaled deeply it was clear as day he was soooo damn annoyed “Sure, anything for you hyung…” Tone dry and snarky as all hell, adding a very condescending enfaces on the honorary as he hopped out the chair, making sure to sway in his skin tight leather pants as he exited the kitchen.

“That’s it, such a good boy for me Jiminie, such a good boy..” Namjoon coaxed with almost cynical smile, earning a very deserved dual middle finger from the younger as he fully exited the space.

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“Can you arch for me a little, a little more, a little..yesss just like that...just lean into it a little...perfect now stay like that for me…” If Yoongi didn't know any, he’d probably second guess himself before walking into this room. Actually he’s still second guessing himself, but to his pleasant surprise, it’s a photoshoot not an orgy! . As Jimin, Namjoon, and yourself, laid across your fluffy white couch in an obscene amount of Clavin Klein while Jungkook took pics for an IG post. With all the traveling you guys were about to be doing you just didn't trust yourself to get some of these AD’s up on time so you were trying to cram as much as you could! Forcing yourself to do your infamous “5 minute beat” but begging Kookie to edit the fuck outta these pic’s because you still felt like literal death!

Jimin, opting to go shirtless with the briefs peeked out from under the joggers, namjoon kept on a hoodie leaving it completely unzipped, while you went for the short’s teasing a red and white thong above the waist band along with the matching bra. All of you going for variations of red, white, and blue due to the day at hand.

Rolling his eyes instantly at the sight in front of him “For your safety I really hope this means your all done packing and when the uber comes in 15 minues you’ll be ready to go!” Setting down a tray of drinks and bagels, face hidden behind a pair of oversized designer shades. The low rasp in his voice let you know he was just exhausted as the rest of you, but you still had shit to do regardless!

“You reallllly have no faith in us!” You could literally hear the pout in Jimin’s voice without even looking.

“The outfits were sorted on racks, when our stylist and Sara were here yesterday we just ran out of time between that conference call and getting ready for dinner to pack it all. There really wasn't shit to do!” You perked up, with a shrug reaching up to grab the Lavender tea, typically a coffee person but you knew since you were sick this morning, and still felt a little off this one was for you! Reclining your back into Namjoon’s chest slightly, while to stole your drink out of your hand, inviting himself to taste it. Brining one hand over to soothe up and down your arm before having the nerve to pass your drink over to Jimin instead of returning it to you.

“Alright, and were sure?! Kookie, all your equipment, is packed, labeled, secured!?” Raising his glasses up to look the youngest in the eyes, that infamous chipmunk smile, meeting Yoongi’s glare.

“Yesss Yoongi, that stuff’s been backed, and double checked, it’s good, were good!!”

Stepping back slowly with a nod of approval, clearing his throat before speaking “Even though the four of you are going to be the cause of my premature aging, wrinkles and receding hairline...I just ugh, want you to know I’m honestly really proud of you guys!This was just some little bullshit project we did to pass trade school, in hopes of one day working in our field. And you guys managed to turn it into a career, we were just hoping to be able to do what we love without struggling now look …” Pausing suddenly, you could hear his voice wavering, making you all equally teary eyed as this was NOT like Min Yoongi at all.

“For the record it’s the five of us, always has been, always will be, we wouldn’t have made it this far without you, hell we wouldn't have graduated without you honestly!” Jimin pipped in first, feeling the need to stroke his ego a little, even though he was speaking straight facts.

Yoongi was technically the eldest, and was wayyy better at managing the combination of partying and studying while living in LA! When you guys met originally 4 years ago , Yoongi was 21, Joon was turning 21, you were 20, Jimin was 19, and Kookie just turned 18. All at different walks in life, as you enrolled in this program for media arts just trying to turn your hopes into something feasible.

“Don’t ever forget that, Candid Vibes wouldn’t be what it is without you, and we love you too by the way, I think you were dancing around that phrase!” Smiling over fondly in Yoongi’s direction, as he tried to hide the smile moving up his face.

The three of you shared a quick glance before getting up to tackle Yoongi who gave a displeased grumped but you all knew he secretly loved it! Squeezing until his legs gave out and he was rolling around on the floor trying to break free.

“Alrigh, alright get the fuck off me!!!” Swatting in your direction. Face contorted in aggravation while the three of you cackled aimlessly honestly not even phased by him anymore. This was just the way he showed his love and you wouldn’t want it any other way!

“ While I go double check on the Ubers, quickly film your update for the CVSQUADTOUR IG account, and please just do another one over on your bags!” There was a plea to his tone this time as opposed to the normal hints of anger!

Jungkook mounted his phone on the tripod so you guys could film and the video could be uploaded directly after. Just a standard update, wishing them a happy and safe 4th of July,letting them know how excited you all were, and to keep following all of your socials for updates, and pop-up events blah blah blah!

2 UberXL pulled up, one solely for your luggage alone, the cars were also sponsored, the four of you used Uber on a weekly basis! The drive to the airport was damn near 40 minutes in traffic thank god you were flying private and the plane wasn't leaving until you got there. The 3 of you almost falling asleep the minute your bodies hit the seats, last night's festivities hitting all at once. While Yoongi made business calls making sure your house and other things were looked over while the four of you traveled. The only other girl on the team was Sara, who had the toughest job in your opinion, being your shared assistant. She left for Miami yesterday,since that’s where her girlfriend is for college, wanting a little personal time before you guys ran her ragged!

Amongst arriving at LAX a couple fans noticed you guys and of course you stopped taking pics outside and in the meantime the guys over at TEAMJTH pulled up!

[FILMING-THIS ENTIRE SECTION IS BEING FILMED CASUALLY PANNING BETWEEN ALL 10 MEMBERS WITH NO MAIN FOCUS]

Clearly they had a brand deal of their own, all of them in Tommy Hilfiger loungewear from head to toe, and they all looked damn good! Hoseok’s long burgundy locs messy pushed out of his face, while pitch black ray bans covered his eyes. His joggers were so damn tight you could damn near see the muscles flex as he walked. If you didn't know any better you’d think you were drooling, his toned arms fully exposed in his loose fitting white tank top, making his tan look even stronger.

“Jung fucking -Hoseok…” A low growl left Jimin’s throat he was standing right next to you as he said it, not even bothering to whisper, the two of you sharing a glance that read the same damn thing..this man was fine as all hell!

While Taehyung trugged behind him, pulling a Jimin, as his hoodie sat slightly unzipped exposing his chiseled chest and the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt, a couple thin chains dancing along his collarbone. His dark locks falling in his face from under his hood, this man had on looser fitting sweats, they were gray and he had on, no TYPE of underwear..none in site. Everything just slinging around as you walked.

“Oh fuck off…” You heard Junkgook whisper out to himself from behind the camera in a low almost aggravated tone at the site of Taehyung and you couldn't even blame him!

Last you had Jin in all black, fitted joggers and a pretty tight black tank top, and for the first time you realized how broad Jins shoulders were, and how nice this man’s arms were. His freshly touched up lavender locks bounced in the wind, offsetting the all balck outfit.

“Fuck..” left Nmajoon’s lips almost as if he was winded, at the sight of TEAMJTH approaching...yeah this was gonna ugh, be a fun little trip!!

All of the boys were openly Bi,as were you, there was no preference for any of you, you just liked who you liked. But something you‘ve noticed over the years is the 7 of them were a lot picker when it comes to their male counterparts. Yet they seemed to fit each others criteria effortlessly

Hug’s and hello’s were exchanged, but it was clear all of you needed a damn nap, the energy level was at a negative 2 right now!

Hoseok draped his arm around your shoulder as you guys made your way through the airport, keeping your body close to his as he made casual conversation. Voice sitting exceptionally husky due to lack of sleep but fuck if it didint sound good.

[JK IS STILL FILMING JUST NOT THE TWO OF THEM]

The two of you waited while the others went into the gift shop for snacks neither of you could be bothered to move. Leisurely laying his arm around your waist pulling you in to snuggle into his chest amongst hearing you yawn, repeatedly. As they say yawns are contagious, the moment his neck reclined, and that sinfully chiseled jawline went ajar, the light reflected on a piece of metal that you‘ve never seen before.

“Holy shit….” Glancing up at him, almost wanting to die as those words physically left your throat instead of staying in your head! Bringing his gaze down to meet yours, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Oh I ugh-I just noticed your tong-” A smirk moved up his face cutting you off mid sentence as he licked his lips before slowly letting the long wet muscle fall from his lips, letting you get a full view. But you couldn’t help notice the shape of it seemed a little..different.

“I got it done almost 3 weeks ago, we've just been video conferencing for all these meetings so you haven’t noticed. This one vibrates when you push it..that’s why it’s a little bigger…” His voice dropped to an octave that made your pussy do the tightest kegal imaginable. The look on his face proved that was kinda what he was aiming for, loving the way your body shuddered against his own.

Your throat felt uncomfortably dry as you gazed up at him, his eyes were locked on yours...dead set on making you fall apart in his arms and it wasn’t taking much. Clearly the universe decide to help you out, as the rest of the group slowly trampled out of the store. Jungkook leading the way from behind the lense. An almost arrogant smile curled up his face as he pulled back from you, easing back into casual conversation with the rest of the group.

~~~

[C] “Were walking through the airport….well fuck clearly you can see that, but were heading twoards the termal and I’m reallyyyy exicted!!” A squeak ruptured through your throat as you smiled over in Jungkook's direction. Jimin and Hoseok walking by in unison, fosseying there way towards the terminal Jazz hands, goofy ass expressions and all!

[C] “Kookie make sure you edit in some really dope Casey Neistat , type music, and editing on this part like I wanna look badd assss, slow - mos and all!” Namjoon hopped into frame out of nowhere earning a snort from kookie.

[C] “All right, let's go give it to me...I'll run ahead, and all of you give me your most badass strut and I’ll slow mo and edit that shit to the gods!!!” Kookie did as he said. Running to the end of the termal, counting down from 5 giving you all the signal to walk, and to be honest it was looking great. Until jimin had to end it with a casual almost “modest” if you will...slut drop upon reaching the end, and of course you couldn't be out done so you joined. Jimin just stayed in the position for a moment almost as if he were gracing the world with the view of his ass, before sticking out his tongue playfully at the camera to his right!

“Buss it down thotiana buss it downnnn” Hoseok cheered from the side at the site of the two of you, forever the hype man, encouraging you to live you best life. An obnoxiously loud cackle left both him and jin’s throat as they no doubt had that on their snap within seconds!

You can hear Jin and Hoseok in the background jokingly making comments about making it rain on both of you asses or something along those lines as you two strutted down the hall.

[C] I’ve never in my life seen Casey do anything like that…EVER” Yoongi’s tone came through the side stale as hell!!

“I mean, I support it, both the left and the right side of it…” Namjoon smirked back in Yoongi’s direction taking in the site of both asses swaying in front of him!

~~~

Jungkook, and Brendan TEAMJTH’s videographer lead the way into the plane first, and it was gorgeous, seating 14 comfortably had a mixture of chairs, couches, and a work space, one bedroom, and bath. In addition to an array of food, drinks and desserts, a special card sitting on the table next to an edible arrangement. Taking a couple pics to quickly upload to your IG account before getting settled .

There was someone from JETTLY waiting as you guys bored, showing you the amenities, introducing you to the pilot and such but there wasn’t a flight attendant present for the trip which was probably in their best interest!

“Strawberry or pineapple?” Taehyung brought his gaze over to Jungkook as he sat the camera on the table..shrugging nonchalantly, trying to hide the smile moving up his face.

“I don’t know surprise me..”

A smirk moving up Tae’s face at that “Close your eyes..” Dropping his voice slightly, as if it didn't already set at a sinful tenor naturally. Walking over to grab a piece of pineapple, biting into it partially to make sure it’s sweet. Flicking his index finger at the youngers bottom lip letting him know to open up, sliding the fruit into his mouth, while letting his finger lingers over his tongue. Making the younger smile slightly taking the hint, and lapping his tongue gently, fluttering his eyes open with a meek smile.

“You said surprise you…” Taehyung countered letting his lips hover over Jungkook’s before pulling back smugly making his way back over to the edible arrangement. Leaving the younger more than flustered….

“Alright guys, it’s gonna be a minute before we take off, since you're all finally in one place I need you guys to do one more update about tomorrow’s popup shop. Oh and we were able to get some of your merch there as well!! guys” Jackson, TEAMJTH’S manager spoke up, technically Jin,Hoseok, and Tae were just coming for shits and giggles. The plan originally wasn't a shared tour that’s why there only doing two shows.

But since it’s typical for you guys to have an alternating guest host at least once a month and your audience loves the threesum it just made sense. Of course since they were coming , pay was worked out, they will be compensated accordingly for the New York and LA shows as well as any of there merch that’s sold. Besides them being your friend’s the five of you just didn't do shady business!

The popup shop would be from 5-10 on the 5th, selling merch and a limited supply of brand collabs the 8 of you have done over the years!

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It was a little after 10 once the jet actually took off, the video was uploaded and your lives got to go on airplane mode! All of you forever grateful for the extremely dim lighting and the fact there were blinds draping the windows. The flight to Miami was about 5 hours and with the time difference by the time you landed it would be rolling on 8pm, you all had a 9:30 dinner meeting with your sponsors so sleeping was crucial.

All of you bundled up in different areas of the plane, the hum of music buzzed through the speakers, while your head laid alone on the couch kiddie-corner at the very back of the room. To be honest it seemed like you were the only one up, the light from your phone catching Jimin’s attention as he invited himself to snuggle up behind you. Sliding your phone out of your hand , placing it on the floor “You need to get some sleep…” the whisper hummed though your ear, as his hand found its home draping over your hip you knew he was right. Eyes burning like hell yet you couldn’t fall asleep…

Head covered under an oversized Calvin Klein hoodie, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, while his palm massaged your hip. A slow exhale left your body as you relaxed into his touch, “Fuck, I know..I just hate sleeping on flights!” A humm left his lips at that and you swore you could feel him smirking into your skin, as his hand slipped under the blanket, past the band of your shorts, toying with the hem of your calvins...A low chuckle left your throat, already well aware of were this was going, you kinda expected it just not this soon.

It’s been 4 months since anything sexually has happened between the two of you, and for some reason it only happens when your traveling. Maybe there’s just something in the air , it was in the bathroom at a brand event, in Bora Bora you found yourself on your knees in Moschino and he found himself shamelessly on his in Gucci. It was a great night, needless to say, the two of you ended up buying the outfits afterwards because there was no way in hell they could be returned!

“I’m surprised your over here with me actually…” Your words coming out slightly muffled as you tried to be respectful of the current atmosphere around you.

“And why’s that..” Bringing his hand down to soothe under your ass, while his lips left faint airy kisses down the side of your neck. Teeth grazing the thin chain around your neck, toying it between his teeth.

“Well, with the way you've been eyeing Hoseok the past two days I figured you’d jump on the opportunity to cuddle up under him...”. Turning your head slightly with a playful smirk waiting for him to bring his lips up to meet yours.

“Coming from the woman who almost creamed her panties when she realized he had his tongue pierced today?” Even though he phrased it as a question his tone came off very “matter of factly” leaving no room for debate. Tugging your bottom lip between his teeth, before lapping over it with his tongue,letting the tiny diamond ball of his own dance along your flesh. “How didn't you notice that last night?” Sucking your lip between his teeth, not even really expecting a response as he dug his nails into your ass, rolling his hips into you until your knead out slightly. Eyes fluttering shut, as you arched back into his touch, grinds your ass into him until you ripped a stifled moan from his throat!

Sinking his teeth into the side of your neck in response until you dug your nails in his thigh “We have a meeting behave….” A deep sigh left his lips but he abided anyway, using his tongue to assault your neck instead.

“I saw the way you were looking at him all night,I don't blame you, I was starting just as hard as you were baby.” Bringing his hand up to grab your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure, as his lips teased up your ear. Tugging your hoops between his teeth before sucking a nice little reminder right beneath your ear.

Sliding his hands past your panties to swipe of your clit, a low moan leaving both of your lips “Fuck, Hobi really did get your little pussy wet didint he? Can you imagine how good it would feel to have both of us smothered between your thighs? Telling you how sweet you taste and how good you look while you come.” His lips were literally buried into your ear as he spoke, trying to keep is voice as low as possible, the feeling of his breathe teasing your skin alone had your body shuddering. “God your always so sweet too, you know Hoseok has his cock pierced in 2 places right?”

That alone ripped another moan from your throat as he eased to two fingers in until the rings on his fingers were submerged with you heat. Walls flexing on command as he molded himself around you, curling his fingers upwards to tease at the roof of your pussy. Biting down on your lip so hard you thought you’d draw blood. Thrusting his fingers in and out at an agonizing pace, the girth between the two of them had you arching within seconds , sliding a third finger in and your walls welcomed the stretch effortlessly, as you coated him in your juices. “God your so fuckin’ tight, I bet I got you thinkin about him bending you over -”

“While I have your dick in my mouth? yeah that’s exactly what I’m thinking about. Me wrapping my lips around you until you come down my throat.” The words hissed from your throat as your heat pulsed around him you could almost hear your juices slushing around as he pumped his fingers in and out. “You always look so good when your begging, you turn into such a little slut it’s so sexy.” Now it’s your turn to tease, grabbing his face in your hands pulling his lips down to meet yours. Sliding your tongue into his mouth when you hear him let out an involuntary cry as you start grinding your hips back even harder. Allowing his tongue to map every area in your mouth, the cool sensation from the diamond ball in contrast to the warmth of his tongue has your biting back moans every second. Both of you kissing each other with the same amount of fever , tongues melding against each other, as he exchanged your hole for your clit. Placing the pad of his fingers against it before adding steady pressure, as he moved in swift circles.

“Or how about you fucking me, while Hoseok works you open with his fingers, god his hands are so sexy.Until your just begging for him to fuck you, you know how much you love to beg.” A low whine left his throat as he pulled back to lay his tongue flat against your neck, licking a long slow stride before sucking down lightly beneath your chin. Just enough to make you want more, even though you knew he couldn’t...

“Jiminnnn...” You whined slightly reclining your neck even more humming out against your skin in response, lips vibrating against your pulse as if he was actually curious as to why you were calling his name.

“god yes, making you fall apart up under him while you make me cum for you...making a mess all over you cock before he fucks you open with his.” Bringing his lips back over to yours with a slight growl, panting out against his tongue, not allowing yourself to pull away because your afraid of how loud you’ll become, needing his lips and tongue to muffle your cries, as you feel the heat growing in your stomach.

Sliding his oppiste had into your panites, gliding three fingers in knuckle deep, just keeping them stationary, only adding to the immense pressure building in your stomach.

“Your soo good, your fingers are soo good..” Moaning out against his tongue, as low as possible before sucking it into your mouth, his fingers always filled you perfectly, it never took much for him to get you off. Hoping the fact that his hoodie was draping over both of your faces muted out some of the noise.

The neediness dripping from his tongue aren't helping either as you grind your hips into his hand, helping chase your own orgasm. “Fuck I forget much of a promblem this mouth of yours is, your gonna fuck around and make me come from that alone, god your so fuckin sexy…” You could feel him start to build up momentum his fingers started working even faster, needing to feel you come just as bad as you “Your dripping down my hand right now, fuck I just wanna taste you, make you come all over my face.”

Burying your face in the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into the base merissily, edging you towards your release. “That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers baby, I can feel how tight your clit is, come for me, come nice and hard for me….” Panting out gainst his your hair as your muscles started to seeze biting down on his neck disgustly hard as you came…… body shuddaring in his embrase as he contiuned working your clit, easing you through your orgasm “Fuck yes, just like that...keep comming for me baby” No matter how sensetive you were you still kept rocking abck agaisnt him, his dick impposibly hard in his pants until you heard a low growl leave his chest. You knew Jimin well enough to know there was a 99% chance he just came….

A low chuckle left your throat at that ...reaching down in his pants as he swirled his fingers in yours. It was like the two of you worked off of one brain cell, brinings your fingers up to each others mouths, lapping your tongues around the digits effortlessly before bringing your lips together. Moaning out simultaneously the two of you tasted each other, the kiss was slow and lazy, letting his tongue have it’s way you as you were spent at this point. Eyes so heavy you almost couldn't open them once he pulled away “Get some sleep…” the words brushed against your lips with a lazy smile before kissing the tip of your nose. The scent of you rolling off his tongue as he spoke. “My entire bodies pliant right now...I don't have a choice, I’m not moving and neither are you!”

Placing one more kiss along your lips before readjusting the two of you under the blankets, before well needed sleep effortlessly washed over your bodies.

~~~~~

The feeling of someone’s hand roaming through your hair is what had your eyes breaking apart. It wasn’t Jimin though you knew what he felt like. These hands were longer, but equally delicate, eyes flutter up to see it was Taehyung. With a camera. Dead in your face.

[C] “Were hereeeee..” The words left his lips sing song like, back to his normal playful self, clearly sleep did him well. Soothing his palm over you back as you grumbled in dismay burying your face back in the blanket...until you remember the discomfort sitting in your panties from earlier, and you instantly felt the desire to hop up and run to the bathroom!

Stepping into the bathroom too quickly wipe down with a towel swamping out your underwear, putting a soiled ones in a bag and sliding them in your cosmetic bag. Upon walking out of course Hoseok would be the one waiting to use the bathroom.

Resting against the wall, shirt long gone, as his hands sat casually in his pockets, the look on his face just felt like he knew something. Or maybe you just felt awkward because you and Jimin got off to the idea of having a threesom with the man in front of you!

“Did you sleep well?”

“I ugh, yeah, yeah I did ..you?” Hoping to god your voice didn't come out as shaky as it felt.

Another all knowing smirk moved up his face, with a slight shrug “Meh, I mean...it couldve been better….” Easing his back off the wall to talk past you, body dusting against yours slightly as he entered the bathroom. Allowing you to get a full view of beautifully done back piece, Hosoek had one tattoo, and the thing was HUGE...taking up a good 70 percent of his extremely muscular back. It was an extremely detailed leopard, with a tone of tropical themed flowers around it. He got it done in Thailand..about 2 years ago over the span of 3 day!

The minute you returned to the main area Jimin’s eyes met yours exchanging the same look before randomly bursting out into a fit of laughter causing everyone else to glare in your direction. THIS is why the two of you were able to have sex every once on and while, because once it was over..it was over, the two of you were able to just revert back as if nothing ever happened! Walking over to investigate your damage, yanking his hoodie to the side, thankfully the brutal mark was low enough on his shoulder that any shirt with sleeves would cover it! But fuck if it wasn;t the deepest shade of purple imagiabele, a hiss left your lips at the site of it.

“Don’t worry about it, you know how much I get off on pain..” The words were barely audible as whispered out into your hair. Pulling back from you with a smirk, walking over to pack his blankets and such back in his luggage.

~~~

Once the plane officially settled and the 10 of you made your way to the airbnb it was pushing 8:30, and luckily the sponsors had a feeling this would happen and pushed dinner back to 10. But that still didn't leave MUCH time for getting ready.

Upon pulling up you all recognized the house, it was the “Santorini” very popular amongst influencers as it had 5 bedoroms 4 baths, nine bed all together, a hot tub, pool the full nine. Unfortunately you lot were far too rushed to explore or even pick out rooms, recognizing the car that was waiting outside thankful it was the hair and makeup duo you reached out to weeks ago through IG to do your glam while in Miami.

The house was a mess within seconds, all of you running around throwing clothes everywhere trying to find what you needed, the ten of you had never gotten ready so fast in your lives.

Jungkook and Brenden were ready first, within 20 minutes tops, the least high maintenance of the group, whipping out there cameras as they watched all the casos unfold. Even Though 80% would have to be cut as there were a lot of naked and or half naked bodies running through this house!

It was only a matter of time before Jackson and Yoongi were screaming that the car was outside and you all needed to leave ..NOW!

[FILMING]

“Fuck where are my shoes!?

“Who has hairspray, that won’t make my hair look flakey on my hair!?”

“Kim-Tae-fucking-hyung are you wearing my Saint Laurent boots!?”

“NO! My feet are bigger than yours ya dick!”

Everything and everyone was a damn mess, yelling from all ends of the house, no one really sure who the other was actually speaking too!

“Ahhh shit I gotta go I gotta gooo..” You found yourself running away from your glam team as they chased behind you with hairspray and fix plus,trying to spray you down in the process “Someone zip this pleaseee…” The first person you ran by was Namjoon, his silk paisley shirt sitting slightly unbuttoned giving you a sneak peek at his toned chest while reaching behind to zip up your dress.

[FILMING] ‘Shit I don't know if I like thissss..” You knew that whine anywhere it was Jimin giving himself a one over in the mirror.

[FILMING] “Your ass looks delectable Jiminie we gotta gooooo!!!” The praise came from Namjoon making the younger blush slightly as he licked his cherry stained lips, not hesitating to look at his ass in the frame one more time before abiding. Confidence instantly back on a hundred as he smirked, swaying away from the mirror while running his fingers through his hair.

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The 10 of you pilled into 3 luxury Ubers arriving to the “Lobster Bar Sea Grille” About 10 minutes late but hey, you tried, Jimin and yourself strutted together, the last two to hop out of the car. Hoseok came over casually draping his hand over Jimin’s shoulder. “I like these pants on you Jimine…” tone calm as ever as his hand gently brushed up Jimin’s thigh, making the older chuckle upon feeling his muscles tense under his hold.

Turning his head upwards slightly to meet Hoseok’s gaze, letting his tongue play at the corner of his mouth “Yea, I can say the same about you,they make your thighs look really good” Jimin’s voice dropped a little, adding that slightly whiny twang that never failed to get him his way! Eye’s shamelessly trailing up Hoseok’s body

A humm leaving Hosoek’s lips in response as his hand coily trailed down Jimin’s back, the slight whimper that left Jimin’s throat the lower he got didn't go unnoticed. Once Hoseok's hand reached his ass he didn't hesitate to squeeze it firmly in his palm until the younger knead out slightly. Pulling back with a smirk “Let’s ugh..go knock this meeting out so yeah?” Lips hovering over Jimin’s ear as he whispered into his skin. A low rumble ruptured through his chest at the way the younger was just putty in his hands. Typically Jimin had this effect on everyone else, he’s not used to being knocked on his ass, Hoseok’s a completely different type of creature that’s for damn sure. This time giving his ass a couple playful smacks before jogging over to Jin and Taehyung as the walked through the restaurant's doors.

“What. The. Fuck. Was. That.” Glancing over at Jimin with a smile, honestly you were kinda rooting for this, lord knowns he’s wanted to fuck Hoseok since they met.

“I have no idea, but if that mans dick isn't in my mouth by the end of the night..I’mma lose my shitt!!”

Upon walking in and exchanging hugs there appeared to only be seating left on either side of Hoseok..Jimin and yourself couldn't help but laugh as you took your seats, something tells me this was not a quisedence.

While Tae was next to jungkook Yoongi was sandwiched between Jin and Namjoon, and Jackson, and brenden were sitting in between the two Mike, and Jordan. They were behind the company sponsoring the actual aesthetic of the tour. Meaning they were the ones transforming these venues into the atmosphere all of your fans were walking into. Everything from lighting,seating, the podcast “set” the full nine. Each city was set to have it’s on vibe so none of the ‘set’s would look the same!

The night went well, not that you were surprised, you all knew time and place, and sitting in front of two men who were putting a shit ton of money into your tour was a place to act like professionals. But then midnight rolled around, and that’s when everyone started to get a little laxed Jimin and yourself were one in the same. The familiar smirk that tugged on his pouty lips as he sat in deep conversation with Hoseok told you to look under the table.

Only to find his fingers gently teasing over Hoseok’s cock through his pants, trickling up and down his zipper. Casually bringing his hand down to soothe up his inner thigh, fingers getting dangerously close to his length. Admiring the way Jimin kept gazing at him, the glint in his eyes were the perfect combination of innocent and sin all at the same time. You couldn't even help the smirk that tugged on your cheeks, feeling somewhat proud of you friend for finally going after what he’s wanted.

The sponsors left and graciously covering the bill, while the rest of you shifted outside towards the bar which set right off the water. But you couldn't help but notice Jimin get up to go to the bathroom, only for Hosoek to follow seconds later.

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Walking in to find the younger pressed against the counter raking his fingers through his hair, not forgetting to arch slightly with a cheeky grin once his eyes zooned in on Hoseok.

Tsking lowly as he shook his head, one hand in his pocket as he strolled over causally “Such a little cock tease huh?” Smacking his ass so hard, even Hoseok moaned out at the sting, pulling a sharp gasp from Jimin’s body. Making him fall forward chuckling lightly as he braced his weight on his elbows, grinding back into Hoseok. Turning his head slightly as his tongue flicked the roof of his mouth, locking his eyes with the elder as he felt him, digg his thumbs into his hips before grinding his clothed cock into Jimin ass.

Making Jimin moan out shamelessly sucking his plum bottom lip into his mouth as he zoned in on his own reflection.

“Ohhh, you like watching yourself get fucked? You like seeing how pretty you look while your bent over like a little slut getting fucked into the counter?” Rolling his hips a little deeper with a growl, bringing his hand up to take a firm hold on Jimin’s sinfully thick neck.

Brining Jimin’s body flesh to his, Hoseok’s blunt teeth sunk deep into a pulse point, making the younger strangle out a high breathy moan that bounced off every surface of marble in this bathroom.

“Fuck”. Hosek bit his lip, snaking his tongue down the side of Jimin’s neck to ease the sting, his body shuddering at the feeling of the metal brushing against his skin. “You sound so fuckin good and I haven’t even touched you yet…I wonder what you’ll sound like if IIII…..”

Finally bringing his hand down to cup Jimin’s throbbing cock as he rolled his hips into him electing another needy whine from his throat bringing something almost primal out of Hoseok’s body! “Jiminnnn, baby fuck...” The tone in his voice reflected as if he was in pain, which he was, his dick was ready to fucking explode.

The pet name and sudden hint of neediness in Hoseok’s voice had Jimin turning into complete mush in his hold.

Taking Jimin’s hand in his own, pulling back just enough to let Jimin squeeze his cock in his hands through the almost painfully tight fabric, making it twitch a couple times, and he swore Jimin’s knees went limp.

“You want it…” Phrasing the question more as a statement , as he turned Jimin’s head waving his tongue into his mouth, making the younger respond instantly swirling it around the muscle. Hoseok’s hand made its way back to the front of Jimin’s body , soothing it down his chest,before palming his length again. “Soo sexy…” slurred out against Jimin’s mouth, as he sucked his plum bottom lip between his teeth.

Jimin was the one to break away from the kiss “I’m over having your tongue in my mouth , I need your cock” Tone exceptionally bratty, nipping at the elders chiseled jawline,rolling his hips back even deeper “You want me on my knees here or at home?”

THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE FOR NOW! LOL

(Since this is the first chapter I kinda forgot that this one would be the longest for obvious reasons! So I decided I didn't wanna make this like 16 k...cut it off at 9.5 and if this is received well, Miami will be done in 2 parts. So if you enjoyed this and want more...show some love and hit up my ask.

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