#when you look at them cracks show and bias forms

[review-anon]

Who is this YouTuber you speak of and what is their problem?

I really don’t want to start an inferno of a flame war so I’m not gonna mention their name. Because they have really thin skin and I know without a shadow of doubt, if they are brave enough, they will try to start shit with me and get their fans to send death threats.

All I say is they are a prominent Danganronpa analyst and you most likely have seen some of their videos before and it seems like they are well written. Notice the word seems? Well it’s because if you are of a analytical mind you notice massive holes in their logic as they cherry pick evidence, are extremely Western imperialised and often ignore or even lie about the Japanese context, and act like they are better then everyone because they studied analytics at college.

I don’t like this YouTuber because they are an arrogant smug individual who causes a lot of problems within the Danganronpa community. For example they did a two part video on why Kokichi is seemly a bad character, but if you look at it, it’s very obvious they don’t like Kokichi and are trying to twist the narrative to make it seem like the problem is with the writing and not with them.

Kokichi is a controversial character and feel free to dislike him if you want. But don’t pretend he is badly written because you just hate him. That is a cardinal sin for an analyst there. I know I dislike Kokichi but I acknowledge it’s for a very petty and personal reason and I don’t let it discount the writing. And they also said so many fucking lies in their Chihiro video that it makes me want to scream.

Couple this with some more problematic views of theirs and point is I really, really don’t like this YouTuber. But while I could start shit with them, I’ve decided to be the better person and not do so. Because then I would be no better then them.

The only silver lining is they are losing interest in Danganronpa as a whole and don’t upload as much videos on it anymore so I don’t have to view this bile as much.

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LAY ME DOWN. chapter eight excerpt. unedited. featuring: the shaky next step in agnes’s journey to understand her powers. mentions of death. mentions of violence. ghosts. the not-great aftereffects of dealing with ghosts.

[transcript under the cut]

since the last major bit of writing from lmd i shared had pallas doing magic i figured it was only fair to show off agnes’s spooky ghost bullshit in this one!

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When they were younger and inquired after what it felt like to call a ghost, Fiver had told them to imagine trying to eat something in a dream only to have it start eating you back. Not in a violent way though, he elaborated, as if there was any such thing as magic devoid of violence. Calliope said it was like dunking yourself in fucking ice water, and then proceeded to empty her cup of cold lemonade over their head as a demonstration (they had cracked her tooth for that one, fingers shoved down throat to make him choke). Call it learned bias but they do not trust either of the two to have provided a factual account of the experience.

They’ve watched Agnes attempt this so many times. They know how it will go, best for beat. She will stand there for far too long. Perhaps there will be a faint shimmer in the air before her. Then she will drop her hand and stumble backwards like she’s been shocked and look at them all cringing and apologetic like she’s waiting for them to please help please tell me what I did wrong. And they will (or at least they will try to as best they can because this is not their area of expertise and the Director knew that she had to have known that when she asked this of them), and she will nod and apologize and trust their words and promise to do better next time. And they will both move on to more productive things and pretend the issue is being properly addressed. At this point it’s routine.

So when the space just in front of Agnes begins to warp itself slightly, a waver like one observed on a hot summer day distorting the blackberry bushes beyond it, they do not register it as anything of note. And when a visible shiver runs through her body, rustling the green at her feet and lifting the very ends of her hair and puffed cap sleeves of her blouse, they internally brace for the connection to shatter as it has so many times before.

Instead the emptiness her hand clutches begins to leak, to bleed, to congeal and resolve itself into an unmistakable something. Not so much the form of a human being but the absence of where a human being should be. A palness like fog spreading from the point of contact forming pressed palm and grasping fingers and arm and shoulder spindling into torso and neck until a blank, yawning, hole fills the approximate shape of a man standing in front of a girl in grotesque parody of a handshake, it’s outline futzing tenuously in and out of existence.

“Hello,” Agnes says, and her breath fogs in front of her face, even though the greenhouse is as artificially temperate as ever, even though Pallas’s shirt is currently glued to their back with sweat. What comes after is a sound like nails on a chalkboard, an echoing, rustling, scraping sound that fills the air in a spiral out from the now-visible ghost and washes over Pallas in the first blast of cold air when opening a window in winter that they realize is rendering into a spattering whisper of hello hello hello hello. The dead thing responding to Agnes, or maybe merely echoing her, they do not know enough about the specifics to say, they only know that this is something beyond dragged into the here and now where it should not be, so the way their nails bite into their palms upon hearing it is an entirely reasonable reaction.

Pallas has seen ghosts called by the skilled and unskilled, spoken to them and been spoken to, their experience with their powers equal and opposite has been about as through as it can be, but they’ve still never been able to shake the notion that there is a particular perversion in it. Vita at least deals in the tangible, the real, no matter how much it may warp those things the life they hold in their hands is always at least possible to hold. Perhaps Mortem is just as present to those born with it, just as natural, but Pallas has known enough of the things roaming the Haithwood outside to ever fully set their fear aside. In a world currently occupied by dying the act of brushing so closely with that death should be viewed with the utmost caution and the urge to grab Agnes by her shoulders and drag her back from what she has manifested is a natural byproduct of that caution.

Because they are aware of all of this they are also aware of how what she has done is incorrect, or at least incomplete. There should be features solidifying now, more words audible besides that rasping hello, but Morgan Chase is still as unformed as dough, a shadowless blotch sapping colour from cheeks and air from lungs and green from plant life. Agnes’s hair has fully lifted into a halo of dark, twisting waves around her head, her eyes glazed over almost completely. But still nothing more materialises beyond the unthing emptying itself in front of her.

Just as they’re about to intercede Agnes takes three wobbling, rapid, steps backwards and topples to the ground, the ghost saticing away into invisibility once again, though as Pallas moves they are uncomfortably aware of the fact that invisible is nowhere near gone. All that has happened is that it has been removed once again from their sight and whispered back into that state of being only Gravespeakers can perceive. But the dead man is still here, perhaps watching them right now, and the knowledge of that is a thorn pricking itself into the bottom of their foot.

Pallas forces their lungs to suck in air, then expel it, then they hurry to stand by Agnes. For a second she just lies on her back, limp as a dead animal in a way that will not fit into their mind, before sitting up with a great gasp of air. Pallas can see the grass she was just standing on has browned and withered and gone dead, and that she is shaking uncontrollably. Gooseflesh prickles her skin and her teeth chatter through bloodless lips as she raises her arms up to curl around herself. Pallas’s first thought is she’s going to bite through her tongue if she keeps on like that and their second thought is I can’t believe she actually did it.

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Jimin and Yoongi performed TM at The Final in Seoul...

AND OMG!!! I WAS THERE!

I took a chance on Jimin performing Tony Montana with Yoongi during the encore concerts and wrangled myself a Saturday ticket.

The stars aligned for me and like magic, there he was. Park Jimin, in real life. He performed not only Tony Montana but also, incredibly, Like Crazy. It was a dream come true!

Dont get me wrong, it wasn't ALL about Jimin. Yoongi is my bias, after all.*

But the reason i went, was in the hopes of seeing them together on stage for T.M.

It's really only hitting me now, 10 hours later as I queue to check-in for my flight home*°, how lucky I was. I'm trying not to cry in public. Yes, it was that good.

I cannot overstate the gloriousness of Jimin's live performance, especially for a solo choreo like this one.

He swirls and darts and glides through the movements like a murmuration.

He is a swan on water. He is an illicit drug. He is ambrosia. He is seduction.

He's the aurora borealis in human form.

The funny thing is, when he wasn’t transfixing us with his grace and his voice (and his hips), he was such a cute, awkward, lovable bean. And before he performed Like Crazy, he seemed SO NERVOUS. It was oozing from his pores.

There are moments in your life you will never forget, and Tony Montana in Seoul, at Yoongi's 2nd last show of his first solo tour, was one of them.

It was wild and exhausting, but totally worth it. 36 hours flying time and 36 hours in Seoul, arriving late friday night and leaving at the crack of dawn on Sunday to go directly to work on Monday morning when my flight landed.

(I readily admit I did a TERRIBLE job of videoing these performances. I have a special talent for taking absolutely rubbish footage. Even when I have a prime position and a very good camera my videos look like they were shot through a telescope on a rough sea. And often they're out of focus because I'm actually not looking at the phone once I hit the record button 😁)

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*Yes, absolutely Yoongi is my bias. Since day one, the very first time i saw any of them, it was Yoongi who grabbed my attention. I've always liked the moody, difficult boys LOL.

Jimin, however, has a place in my heart that will never be reclaimed or relinquished. Jungkookie is there by virtue of Jimin, because they come as a set.

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*° I wrote this in the early morning on Sunday 5 August and forgot to post it. Better late than never, I guess.

[animehouse-moe]

Well, Tumblr decided to bug out on me and I've now lost the original question that was asked, but someone had asked for my favorite series (be it manga/anime/movies/Tv/etc), and this was my response.

(first of all, so sorry for losing the question! I should have taken a screenshot or something when Tumblr wouldn't let me post)

It's all good, I enjoy getting these types of questions because they make me think about this stuff haha. I'm not one to really do well with the idea of favorites, so having to pin down stuff like this can be interesting for me!

That said, for this one I might just stick with anime for the list to make it a little easier. I can definitely do a top ten of manga or other stuff later on though. Also, this list will be in no particular order because I'd be stuck forever trying to figure out a satisfying order for them.

Sonny Boy

I think it's a very fair point to argue, that at this stage in his career, Sonny Boy is Shingo Natsume's magnum opus. There's just not much else to it. It's a series that he created, from his own mind and talent, and he executed on that. There are very, very few people that work in anime that can manage a feat such as that. In terms of story, I don't have any issue with claiming Sonny Boy is the pinnacle of high school storytelling. It stretches the fabric of reality so far that you might struggle to claim that it's about high school, but the longer that you spend with it, the more undeniable a fact it becomes. Or maybe you could generalize it to the human condition, or how the cracks in society will fester and form no matter the condition, or how authority will always appear in a self-serving manner, or this or that or any concept under the sun.

Terror In Resonance

Call me crazy, but there's quite a few reasons why this is the Shinichiro Watanabe anime for me. Bebop and Champloo have rose colored glasses that adorn every fan in the community, so I feel like it's hard to really take a proper look at it compared to Terror In Resonance (even though it has a similar amount of users on MAL). As a Mappa project, it is simply the best they've ever been from start to finish. As a concept, Watanabe's approach is impeccable as it examines the frustration and sorrow of displaced children in a society that never wanted them. It's powerful, concise, and from start to finish an incredibly focused series filled with some of the crowning achievements of animators in the industry. Seriously. Takashi Hashimoto, the animator for this cut, actually did all the math to calculate the speed of the smoke as it fell and moved. Some of the best work you'll see on an anime.

Vivy: Fluorite Eye's Song

I am a big, big fan of Tappei Nagatsuki's work, so being able to experience an anime that is entirely his vision of the work is really impressive. It's one of the biggest struggles with artists, I find. Understanding their work through different mediums. What you see as an anime is not what they created as a manga, or light novel. But this is different, it is Nagatsuki's (and Umehara's) sole vision, the entire intent behind their creativity. And WIT knocked it out of the park to an insane degree. As a post-AoT studio, they showed just how far they can push their creativity and execution on a series beyond human. Incredible story, incredible animation, arguably some of the best hand to hand combat we've seen in an anime in a very long time. It's just that good.

Cyberpunk: Edgerunners

Maybe you see a trend going on with my picks, and while yes it's partly recency bias, it's also a gravitation towards anime originals. I'll add a piece to that at the end, but this is about Edgerunners right now. I was in high school when the video game was first announced. That's a decade ago, now. I played the shit out of 2077 when it dropped, and I'm absolutely eating up Phantom Liberty currently. It is then, absolutely no surprise, that I've placed Edgerunners on a pedestal. But of course, there's also a reason that Edgerunners is in the top 100 anime on MAL, and why it's Trigger's highest rated anime. It's just that damn good. An incredible story revolving around Night City and the themes that Mike Pondsmith laid the groundwork for decades ago. A true tribute to the tabletop game and the genre at large.

The Tatami Galaxy

I don't think there's a way I couldn't put The Tatami Galaxy on this list, truthfully. Of course, that also encompasses the sequel ONA The Time Machine Blues, and spinoffs like The Night Is Short, Walk on Girl. Tomohiko Morimi is a genius, Yusuke Nakamura is an icon, and Masaaki Yuasa is a savant. Incredible work for such an incredible story and message about the pursuit of perfection and the beauty that lies in the present. Arguably, much like titles such as Sonny Boy, these are 100% must watch titles for an anime fan. I'd highly recommend the others still, but these two represent such core and important aspects to how people choose to lead their lives and the frameworks that they do so within, that I strongly believe it's a requirement. I also wrote a review on the novel when I read it in January of this year.

Heike Monogatari

I think history is a very important thing to understand. I also think that history can be presented as obtuse, disinteresting, or too literal - especially in relation to history stories or myths. Heike Monogatari by Science Saru is arguably one of the greatest examples of how to display a modernized version of such a foundational tale to the history of Japan. It's also an incredibly powerful moment for the director, Naoko Yamada, as it was their first real work since the arson attacks on her home studio of Kyoto Animation. Because of the weight of her past, her work beyond words on this anime feels that much more powerful considering its messages about the past and fear of the future. It's wonderfully emotional, and contains one of my favorite closing scenes to a series.

The Saga of Tanya The Evil

Light novel aside, anime quality aside (though both are great), there's a separate reason this title is featured on this list: the adaptation. It is, for lack of a better term, borderline insane as an adaptation. It bears almost no similarity to its source. The tone is different, the scope and scale differ, there's significant changes in terms of narrative, and even the order of large scale events differs. But still, somehow, it remains a fantastic series. Bearing nearly zero resemblance to what it claims to adapt, it is something that I love. It's an incredible feat, and the gold standard of its one-of-a-kind approach to adapting a light novel.

Mononoke

Horror is a very hard thing to do right, at least in my opinion. Many get suckered into thriller territory very quickly, and avoid the psychological nature of horror. The immovable nature of something fearful standing in front of you, the slow descent into madness and despair. Mononoke grasps that incredibly well, and earns a spot on this list because of it's appeal in that manner. Also, the art is just incredible, personifying the more classical style that would be associated with the creatures and myths that pepper the story. I'm incredibly excited to see what comes from the upcoming movie.

Welcome To The N.H.K

While it may differ between its three formats, the core of the story stands strong. Impossible to put into words, it's more of a descent than anything. A descent that turns inwards on each of the characters as they slowly lose their grip on reality, as they continue to fall apart, piece by piece. I have my qualms about how they choose to end it, but I am a very bitter man at my core so it's more a personal difference than a quality one. Regardless, if you want an acid trip down the rabbit hole of depression, mania, bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, and all manner of other illness, there's no better story than Welcome To The N.H.K.

Toradora!

There's something special about Toradora to me. Is it the era that the anime comes from? Is it the appeal to a classic style of romance without falling prey to the issues of the layout? I'm unsure. But something about it feels so… comfortable, to me. I could watch it again and again and enjoy each minute. It's probably not the best romance anime out there, but it's one that I'll always be drawn to.

And with that, the list is over. Just to provide some extra context and honorable mentions, I'd love to have put series like Alien 9 or Monogatari on the list, but the challenge with them is the fact that the first is a shorter OVA, and the latter is a much larger series encompasses nearly too much to explain in this sort of context. There's really quite a few series like that that I struggled with when forming this list, but they're still really great titles nonetheless.

Anyways, the anime original point. While it's sort of an unconscious thing, I do realize what I do with it. Anime originals present something that you can't experience elsewhere. They are the end all be all of their creative vision, and that excites me more than a manga adaptation. Following someone else's blueprint vs creating your own, obviously one is more interesting than the other. And that sentiment extends to some of the other titles on the list like Heike Monogatari which approaches a classic story with a radical new viewpoint, or Tanya The Evil which basically forgoes the vast majority of its source material. It's really something I struggle with at large with adaptations. So many people want to leave their marks on the work, but quit just short of doing so in a meaningful manner. Very few go the mile to say that they did something in regards to the work, and instead meddle with it in minor ways which can negatively impact its reception as the original material. A great example of valuable changes is Heavenly Delusion. The team under Hirotaka completely re-arrange the order of events in the anime, and in doing so elevate the series in a way that only they can. Anyways, I digress, a discussion that I should leave for another time. This is my list, it may not be the best list out there, but it is mine.

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RESULTS:

Disturbing Yourself For Fun SURVEY This survey ran from December 28th to January 19th. It received 59 responses. Well done! Thank you so much everyone who participated.

I'll show the results now, and then I'll discuss them down below. Some biases that should be noted: I don't have an audience of proshippers. There may be a slight bias in the direction of the people who typically follow my blog. However, judging by the results, I think someone outside of my circle brought it into a few other circles, because the results are varied. What sorts of disturbing scenarios did children play? (this question allowed multiple answers) I'm sorry i used the word 'de-limbing instead of amputation'

The two most common results were stories about depression, as well as stories about being abandoned. Similarly, romantic manipulation and child neglect were very popular. Even the most uncommon results were still about 20%, making them fairly common and likely.

Were you ever uncomfortable playing? (the most common answer was some form of yes)

How old were you when you were first self-aware of the discomfort? (most common was 1st-2nd grade, second most was 3rd-6th)

How did you get into writing disturbing scenarios?

(The one that got 0 was "i realized a lot of things during the MeToo movement, which is one no one selected, but applies to me, but I didn't take my own survey sobs)

The most common results were either that it was in a book or in a fanfiction, second only to 'something disturbing happened in a show.' Real life trauma was also a massive contributing factor.

Did disturbing stories ever make you feel comfortable?

They say disturbing things comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted...

My biggest theory of this project is "is disturbing content addictive" and to that, I can safely say, yes. Yes, it is.

The most common results were thoughts of "I shouldn't be doing this," "someone is watching me do this" and "I guess I'm just weird." However, 19% noted that it was having an impact on their trauma, and 22.4% observed that they had felt guilty over it.

The most driving force of disturbing content was, expectedly, curiosity. Children are curious. However, it should be noted that 30.2% wished that someone would acknowledge what they were doing and talk to them about it. 24.5% also acknowledged the recognition "This happened to me. Only my toys know."

Once again, I'm so sorry for all the cropping issues only providing half of the question. I completely understand that that's annoying to look through. You're welcome to take the survey if you want to, to see the questions better. I'm still leaving it open, now that my 'study' is complete:

Let's talk about fandom spaces.

Do you read disturbing fanfiction (I had to remove the visual because of the issues with the survey)

No, I don't read fanfiction: 1.7%

I do not read fanfiction that disturbs me: 3.4%

Yes, I have intentionally sought out disturbing fanfiction expecting to be disturbed: 62.7%

Yes, I have intentionally sought out disturbing fanfiction thinking "I can handle it" and was wrong: 39%

Someone I trusted showed me disturbing fanfic and it disturbed me: 3.4%

Yes. I enjoy being disturbed by high quality writing: 54.2%

I enjoy being disturbed by crack and bizarre stories: 18.6%

I find disturbing stories sexually appealing: 25.4%

I would like to imagine the 0 is the result of people being entirely truthful.

Around 50/50 of people are either morally conscious or physically conscious about certain kinds of vaguely described illegal/dangerous disturbing content. However, 13 out of 57 (22%) claimed true for both, 20 out of 57 (35%) claimed true for neither, and 23 out of 57 (40%) chose at least 1.

Adults more frequently ask the question, "What if I'm sexually into this?" They also tend to be more uncomfortable than children are when approaching disturbing topics.

squinting at the typos People also shared a lot of very personal stories. While I won't include excerpts from those, just know, I read every one of them and took the responses to heart. Thank you for your vulnerability.

CONCLUSION

I think it's really really telling that fiction is an outlet for people to express their fears and curiosities. After all, there is no one you can hurt inside fiction. However, the prevalence of it on the internet has been a lot of people's first exposure to graphic, violent, and sexual content. I'm not saying this with any intention, only to emphasize that this is the culture of the internet that we have been put into. That's the way it is, and when people are scared by something, especially when they are a child, they play with it so it becomes less frightening. This survey was just made for the express purpose of solidifying and acknowledging that fact.

There is nothing shameful about the way someone plays with their toys, but this survey has also demonstrated that violent, cruel play can lead to addiction and habituation of that play. It can be hard to find mundane things exciting when graphic and disturbing things are much more so. This is the process of desensitization. Just something to be aware of.

Personal experience: I'm someone who is very obsessive about my own morality. I'm someone who, when I was like 11, thought I was a bad evil irredeemable person because I used to make my warrior cat toys get pregnant??? Lmao... I'm not kidding. That's what that was. The degree of shame and self disgust was completely unreasonable.

And then, when I was 17, I tried to just let it all go. Basically acknowledge the idea that 'nothing in fiction really matters, go fucking wild.' And I did, and even though I got some sort of assurance from that scared 11 year old playing warrior cats, I was still looking at things that no matter how desensitized I was, horrified me. Horrified me. Made it very difficult for me to write stories that didn't involve horrifying elements. It was very hard to get my mind out of that place where the only sort of entertainment was the kind you could get through making yourself feel heart poundingly sick. Those stories have always been the easier ones for me to write.

There's no real point to this personal message, just that after all was said and done, I tried to focus on more wholesome things. And then, college hit. I prefaced this with "I'm psych student!" but I ended the study not as one anymore. I dropped out. I got really into Fear & Hunger and Kaze to ki no Uta as well as other disturbing shows. There is comfort in that.

I think, at the end of the day, to those people who can rotate their blorbo around in their heads, that's a form of playing!

Here are some interesting studies about playing:

[believe-you-me-you-believe-me]

Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round, for today we embark on a quest to explore the boundless wisdom of social media and opinionated media shows. Or, as I like to call it, the Digital Circus of Misinformation and Misdirection. Trust me, it's quite the spectacle.

Imagine this: you wake up in the morning, bleary-eyed, and reach for your phone. Within seconds, you're bombarded with a colorful array of posts, tweets, and videos from social media. What could possibly go wrong? After all, who needs vetted, peer-reviewed research or fact-checked journalism when you have Uncle Bob's Facebook rant about the government's secret plan to replace all cows with robots?

Social media is the modern oracle, where everyone is an expert. You don't need a degree or experience; you just need a Wi-Fi connection and an opinion. It's a magical place where flat-earthers and anti-vaxxers unite, spreading their 'wisdom' faster than a cat video goes viral. Why trust scientists who spent decades studying infectious diseases when you can trust Karen from high school, who swears essential oils cured her migraines and can probably prevent alien abductions too?

Now, let's pivot to the world of opinion media shows. Specifically, let's talk about those hosted by personalities on networks like Fox News. These shows are the epitome of intellectual rigor, right? I mean, who needs years of journalistic training when you have a flair for dramatics and a flair for the truth, which is as elusive as Bigfoot at a hide-and-seek tournament?

Picture this: a host, who shall remain nameless, standing in front of a flashy backdrop, spouting opinions with the confidence of a toddler wearing a superhero cape. These hosts don't need facts. Facts are for nerds. They have gut feelings and can tell you exactly how to think, feel, and vote. They portray themselves as journalists, but their qualifications are as substantial as a house of cards in a hurricane.

The beauty of opinion media is that it doesn't just inform you; it tells you what to believe. Critical thinking? That's so last century. Why form your own opinions when you can have them delivered straight to your brain, neatly packaged with a bow of confirmation bias?

And let's not forget the sheer entertainment value. Why watch a boring documentary or read an in-depth article when you can have a charismatic host yell at you for an hour? It's like reality TV, but with higher stakes and lower accuracy. It's infotainment at its finest, where the lines between news and fiction are so blurred, even Picasso would be impressed.

So, dear friends, if you're looking to form well-rounded, fact-based opinions, remember this: social media is a treasure trove of unverified nonsense, and opinion media shows hosted by uneducated morons are the pièce de résistance of intellectual bankruptcy. But if you enjoy a good laugh and a healthy dose of sarcasm, then by all means, dive into the digital circus. Just don't expect to come out any wiser.

In conclusion, trusting social media and opinion media shows for forming opinions is like using a sieve to carry water. Sure, it might hold a little, but most of it will slip through the cracks of misinformation, leaving you parched for truth. Choose your sources wisely, or risk becoming the next star in the comedy of errors that is modern media consumption.

[thefvrious]

Seven has known for a long time that his family is extremely unique. It's only been in recent years — months, really — that he's started to think they're special, destined for something. Being saved and, subsequently, loved by the angel and all the things that have happened since have him convinced of the matter. He wants to get to the bottom if it, but those burning questions can wait for all that time he's not in the company of his love. For now, Adriel consumes every thought. Seven's desire is like a hole cracked open in his chest, like a missing tooth — the wound hollow and aching without Adriel, only feeling right and whole when they get to indulge in moments like this.

"You definitely chose the kind of form to make a man weak in his knees. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" He asks, breathless and moon-eyed, as he regards the corporeal form of his angel in front of him. He's being wholly honest when he says he's never been more attracted to anyone in his life. Even when he's alone — perhaps especially so — Adriel's face is burned behind Seven's eyelids. He'll happily soak up as much time with them as he can get.

When Adriel deepens the kiss, Seven melts against him just slightly, his body slack and warmer than he's been since the last time they were together. He hums a delighted and satisfied sort of sound against the other being's lips then slings an arm over their shoulders like to keep Adriel close. "I never want to take more than I need... especially not from you." He confesses, his brow furrowing before another deep laugh rumbles u from his chest. He shakes his head, waves this statement away. "No way I'm anywhere near being the best man alive. Your bias is showing." Seven looks affectionately at Adriel then, warmth reserved for the angel dancing in his brown eyes.

Seven is amused by the sight of Adriel taking a drag off the blunt, even more amused at their bizarrely human response. It makes him grin widely before accepting the blunt back between outstretched fingers. He brings it back up to his own lips just to take what feels like the longest toke ever which he holds in his lungs as he tries to process what the angel is saying. It all makes sense, really. The big bad being upstairs can't be pleased with this brewing union, it serves to reason she's blocking the, but Seven doesn't really understand how it all works — why she's allowed it to happen in the first place.

"I'm grateful for the time we do have together." He confesses on the exhale, offering Adriel a languid little half-grin even as his arm hangs lazily off their shoulders. He leans in and presses his lips to the other's cheek, letting them linger there fora moment, relishing in all the sensations he's getting from all his senses. "What do you think happens when we continue to defy Her?" He asks, wincing because he's suddenly not sure if he even wants the answer. Then there are Adriel's questions to answer, too. "You don't need to apologize to me. I knew what I was getting into with an angel like you." Seven's grinning full on now, leaning in to steal another kiss greedily. "I think Six accidentally summoned the Devil and Three found another cat. Other than that, I'm afraid there's not much for me to report. We've just been up to the same-old-same..." As if the Devil thing wasn't a huge bomb...

Seven Devlin is not like other humans, that much has been obvious to Adriel for years. Prior to them actually having a conversation and beginning a romantic relationship, Adriel got to know Seven quite well while serving as his guardian angel. The man was a risk taker, he was wild, but he was also empathetic and understanding with the people he loved. The Devlin family, for all their chaos, criminal tendencies, and differing personalities, was a family full of love. Adriel felt lucky to now be on the receiving end of such care too.

Naturally this means that Seven never asks Adriel to come to him, he just desires it. He understands, as well as he can, that his angel's obligations are far bigger than he is, than their union is. He's patient and never gives Adri a hard time. They both wish for some more convention in their relationship but for now this will have to do. It's not like they have any other choice.

The sound of Seven's laugh is like nothing else Adri has heard before. It lights them up, fills them with warmth, makes them desire holding their human close and peppering kisses all over his body. This is love, true romantic love that Adriel will carry with him for the rest of his existence, long after Seven is gone. "I have told you many times that you can ask anything of me and yet you still do not. You are a good man, Seven Devlin, perhaps the best man currently living on this planet."

It's Adriel's turn to laugh at Seven's words, the sound light and delicate. "You are always surprised by me... I admit, it is quite flattering that you like this form so much. It makes me feel good to please you, even in a small way," he says before taking the blunt with a quirked brow. The angel stares at it, unsure whether they should engage in this behaviour or not. Before they can decide, Seven's lips are on his and it snuffs out all thought. Instinctively, Adriel moves his lips to deepen the kiss a little, then shifts his body closer once it breaks. It is at this moment that he remembers the blunt in his hand so he brings it to his mouth and sucks in a gentle toke. It's not what he expected in the slightest! It's harsh and foreign to their body, causing some uncomfortable coughing as they hand it back.

"There is not much to say. Everyone I care for has been in dire need of my grace and warmth. It feels... calculated, like a move from you-know-who, perhaps to keep me from you. I have missed you terribly," they answer once the coughing subsides. "I feel you at all times and know that you have missed me too. I regret that I have not been here as often as I would like to watch you. What have I missed in my absence? How is the family?"

[bluexiao]

Reader who wrote fanfics of them before they met and how they would react😳 dckz

fanfiction writer!reader w/ dckz

THEMES. modern idol au; crack; fluff

NOTES. kinda wanna do this with my babies (anemo boys) as well, any thoughts?

DILUC 

Would be quite surprised that someone like you is a fan of his–positively (for you). 

Of course, he wouldn’t be showing such a reaction right in front of you. He’ll actually try to control it, probably turn to face his head in another way as an attempt to hide–which turns out to be a failure, but nonetheless, you speak nothing about it. 

But it’s not really that hard to spot the scarlet hue on his cheeks, a shade similar to those of his hair, however, it was also quite hard to figure it out at first, especially with how silent he had been right after you reveal it to him. 

“I… see…” he clears his throat–was he unable to speak? Or unable to think what to say? Either way, it held the same result.

“I��m sorry… it must have made you uncomfortable… what am I even thinking to say such awkward things to you.” 

He notices the way you retreat your form from his and it sends a trickle on his fingers, urging him to reach out and before he knew it, his fingers were wrapped gently on your wrist. 

“No, I am not… it did not make me uncomfortable… well, it did came off as a surprise but, I don’t think I can ever be uncomfortable when it’s you.” 

He’d most likely create an account and follow yours–if you have one–just to support you–he doesn’t read fanfictions at all but maybe… he’ll make an exception for you. 

He’ll just be reading those that were his though, he’ll pretend the others do not exist–no kidding. 

CHILDE

Is actually quite surprised but tries to hide it by briefly brushing it off, especially in front of others. Though, if it was only the two of you, he’d still divert the topic to something else as he tries to compose himself deep down and comes up with a suave response. But in reality, he’s actually very flustered. 

Of course, he’d try to act tough, how unbecoming of him if he is known to be caught off guard by just something you had said. He has a high pride, you see–well, that everyone can. 

“Oh? Really? That’s… quite interesting…” Despite his efforts, however, you could easily tell just by the side forced grin he emitted and how it didn’t even reach his eyes. 

Clearly, “You must be uncomfortable, I’m sorry… I just wanted to tell you this since… you showed me interest and-” 

Now, CHILDE may have been caught off guard, but at the very least, he wasn’t really that bothered. And he’ll be damned if you begin to think like that and decide to give up on him because he ain’t giving up on you. 

“Shh, hey, hey,” he leans in and lifts your chin gently, urging you to meet his eyes and instinctively, you do, only to avert your gaze away, “come on, look at me, babe, I’m not uncomfortable or anything.” 

You met his eyes and weakly says, “Really?” 

At this point, he had already forgotten what just happened with just that simple look from your face–ah, how can you be this cute? How can he even resist this level of– 

He clears his throat and looks away. Maybe he’ll just forget the fact that you said you also write for the others. You two can just… discuss that… next time. 

KAEYA

Not something he expected, but is not that very much surprised. But still. 

Nonetheless, he would be even more curious. 

“Is that so? Then, what do you write about me?” he leans forward to you, arms crossed and a smirk plastered on his face. Amusing, he’d think. After all, he had never truly had the chance to meet someone like you, in a good way, nonetheless.  

“Come on, share a thing or two. Actually, what made you write fanfictions for me? I see, so I’m your… bias, then?” 

“Actually… uh… I write bias for all of you.” 

“All of us?��

“Yes.” 

Now if that is the case, he’ll find the situation quite peculiar, but understandable, nonetheless. He wouldn’t have expected himself that he’d be in a relationship with a fan, to which he’d think that you wouldn’t have expected the same–to an idol like him. So yes, understandable. 

Doesn’t mean he’ll just let you fall in love with the others though. 

Also follows your blog–if you have one–and stalks all of your works–especially those hat were his. 

Oh get ready to be teased even more the next day or whenever you post something of his. If you post for the others, he’ll tease you “Why am I not included? Come on, babe, you know how I love your writing”--liar, he just want to be loved, that’s all. And just the thought of you writing for him makes his heart flutter like a freaking butterfly. 

ZHONGLI 

Thinks that being his fan was the least of his expectations from you, but you… 

“You continue to surprise me, dear.” 

“Is this surprise… uncomfortable? I mean, I understand if you’ll-” 

Before you could go on a tangent about breaking it off–at least, that’s where he thinks your words would lead to, he reaches for your hand and takes it with his own, raising it to place a kiss on its back, effectively shutting you up, flustered over the sudden actions of the idol. 

“You did nothing of the sort, my dear,” he says, his voice soothing your worries in an instant, just as how he would whenever you hear him singing, “Say, just as you’ve listened to stories of the past, how about you tell me of the stories you’ve written? You’ve intrigued me with you confession and I do believe I have a lot of time to listen to you, just as you do to me.” 

Would actually listen if you tell the stories to him! Or make him read it. Actually, he’d like it even more if your loveable voice would be reading it for him as he rests on your lap or you lean on to his chest, him admiring you either way. 

Even if you wrote for anyone else from the other members, he doesn’t particularly mind, but of course, he is pleased with the fact that you have more stories for him–and it shows with how he requests for you to read most of his as he silently listens until the end of the each tale. 

He’d be quite of a skeptic though, like if you got his or the other members’ personality wrong or if he thinks they’d react differently, he would openly say them to you, but not in a rude manner, no, no. I mean, you cannot even rule him as rude because this man is very eloquent and respectful with every word he says. He’s merely doing this to help you in your characterization skills! Who knows, you might get a hit on your next writing! 

And he’s probably the type to create an account and follow your blog–if you have one–and have his notifications on. Such a supportive boyfriend, we love it. 

Reblogs and comments are very appreciated~

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Suga and Spice

pairing; chef!yoongi x female!reader

genre; fluff, humor, smut, established relationship, domestic au, chef au

warnings; mainly just wholesome fluffy content with a sprinkle of spice in the form of shower sex

rating; 21+ MINORS DNI

w/c; 3,588

a/n; missing my other bias and wanted to give him some lurv so here ya go. like + reblog if you enjoyed. feedback is always appreciated and helps keep this writer motivated. <3

networks; @ficscafe, @thebtswritersclub, @kflixnet

Your head was tilted back, eyes closed, and mouth gaping like a fish out of water. A moan that was on the borderline of being a whimper could be heard within the silence of the room as your partner gave out a sigh of content and on the verge of begging for more—

—he shoves another spoonful of the delicious and perfectly cooked food into your mouth to silence your whining that he knew was coming.

“You’re ridiculous, y/n.”

You opened your eyes to gaze into those of your lover’s and gave him a loopy Cheshire grin.

“How are you even real? Are you secretly AI? Is that how you’re so indescribably good at cooking?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head with mock annoyance, though the slight quirk of the corner of his upper lip said he was thoroughly amused by your shenanigans.

“You know what you should do, Yoongs?”

Dropping his hand to land flat on the table, he gives you his full undivided attention.

“What’s that, y/n?”

“You should marry me.”

He gave you a deadpan expression, and wordlessly grabbed your left hand with one of his own, holding it in front of you with your fingers splayed and used his other hand’s pointer finger to emphasize on the dainty but custom made engagement ring he slipped on your finger only two weeks ago on your birthday.

“Well I’ll be! Would you look at that?”

You leaned over the short distance to give him a chaste kiss on the lips, one he returned in kind without a thought, the action now second nature to the male. Never one to express his inner feelings, he only hopes that through his gestures and actions alone you’re able to feel what he might never say out loud.

Which you do, of course. Especially when you taste his delectable foods that he puts his entire heart and soul into.

“Did you still want to bake tonight? If not, we can just watch a movie or whatever.” He placed his hand over yours on top of the table, thumb mindlessly running over the groves of your knuckles as he asked, his eyes not once leaving yours.

Another thing you loved about Yoongi, that with you, he always maintained eye contact whenever possible. More of his love language coming out for you only.

“Sure! What did you have in mind for tonight, Chef Yoongi?”

He snorted at the formal words that inwardly made him swell with pride when you were the one saying them.

“Let’s make eclair’s. It’s considered a romantic dessert with the added bonus of it uses a lot of eggs so I can go through the extra carton you bought.”

“It was an accident! This is why I tell you it’s better if we shop together for groceries!” You whined childishly, making him crack a grin.

“I was only joking, y/n. But the recipe does call for quite a bit of eggs so it works out.”

Good enough for you. You’ve never made eclairs before, so Yoongi teaches you the ropes. This kind of pastry dough requires near constant mixing, so you trade off when your arms get tired. You eye his strong, toned arms dubiously as he mixes with a serious look of concentration when it’s his turn yet again.

“Do you even need to switch?”

“Maybe. Or maybe I just enjoy watching you work.”

You don’t miss the little smirk he gives as he says this and you narrow your eyes at his when he gives the whisk back to you. He leans on the counter next to you in what is clearly meant to be a seductive pose. He blatantly rakes his eyes over your figure as you painstakingly begin whisking again.

Deciding to give him a show, your own form of revenge to his snide remark from earlier, you lift the whisk out of the bowl and lick it as seductively as you can. This actually gets Yoongi to break, of all things.

“Gross! You’re still using that!”

“What? Afraid of a little bodily fluid?”

You’re talking about saliva and you both know it, but he’s never one to back down from an innuendo. So, he resumes his prior sexy stance and waggles his eyebrows.

“You know I’m not. The more, the merrier.”

It’s so absurd, yet true when it comes to him and his kinks that you can’t decide whether you want to laugh or jump his bones right then and there. Your thighs unconsciously rub together as your mind shifts from the innocence of baking, to one’s not so innocent.

Eventually, all the eggs are incorporated into the dough, so it’s ready for the oven. Just moments after the oven door is shut and a timer is set, you hear a loud crunch followed by something wet and cold on the top of your head.

“Oopsie.”

You gasp with wide eyed disbelief.

“You did not just crack an egg on my head, Min Yoongi!”

“I didn’t.” He shrugged off casually, before continuing smartly. “I specifically smashed an egg on your head – there’s a difference. My way includes egg shells.”

You feel some egg white drip on the shell of your ear and your body shivers involuntarily. You can’t help yourself any longer. You leap after him but he shrieks with laughter and dodges out of your grasp. The sound is like music to your ears with how rare it occurs.

Filled with a wild frenzy, you chase Yoongi all over the kitchen and into the living room when he flees there. He’s quick, and no matter how fast you run he always seems to be just out of your reach.

Instead, you go for a different approach. Scooping some of the egg from your hair, you hurl it at him. It lands square in his neck with a satisfying wet plop and you let out a whoop of victory.

“What? Is that all you got?” He taunts you, not phased in the least bit when he wipes the egg white onto his shirt without a care. Now he’s in competition mode, but so are you.

“Not even close.”

You take another scoop and rub the eggy mess between your hands until they’re nice and gooey. Then, you reach your arms out towards him in a signature zombie pose.

He laughs, eyes crinkling and gummy smile on full display as he maneuvers back into the kitchen. Using the farther side of the kitchen island as a barrier between you two, he stares you down, both hands splayed on the marble countertop trying to predict your next move.

Your eyes zero in on the egg carton placed dangerously close to him that was left wide open when he used one against you; that was your mistake. He follows your line of sight and instantly snatches the carton into his hands, holding it in a vice grip.

“I don’t think so, hon—.”

In an impulsive move, you juke him to the left but run around to the right, barely managing to corner him between the fridge and one of the counters. Yes! You plant your still grimy hands on either side of his shoulders boxing him and the egg carton in.

You’re completely out of breath, and as you realize this, you see Yoongi’s eyes dart to your lips and back. You mimick his line of sight and notice he’s panting just as heavily. Belatedly, you realize – you are incredibly turned on. Judging from the look on Yoongi’s face and the way he’s currently licking his lips, so is he.

In an instant your arms are wrapped around him and you’re kissing, the nearly empty egg carton dropping between you both and only making a slight mess on the white flooring, not that either of you really cared at the moment. His hands roamed the curve of your spine before landing underneath the curve of your ass instead. The kiss becomes more heated and intense, the bulge pressed against your lower stomach let’s you know exactly how into this your lover is, the fact only turning you on more.

It’s amazing. It’s blissful. And it’s hot as hell.

And then it’s ruined by you feeling yet another glob of egg drop from your hair and this time into your neck, the mucus like consistency makes your whole body cringe into the kiss and makes Yoongi reluctantly pull away from your impromptu make out session early.

“You okay?” His words are low, and you can hear the amount of desire he still feels for you in his voice. The tapping of his fingers on your ass let’s you know that he’s also clearly impatient and wants to continue.

“Yeah. Just, you know. Covered in egg is all.”

��And? So is the floor? Doesn’t seem to mind that we’ll just be cle–,” Yoongi pauses, considers something with a faraway look on his face, and then a devilish glint passes through his eyes. “You know, I may just have a solution for that.”

“Oh? Pray tell.”

“It’s obvious we could each use a shower, a good cleaning. And guess whose shower is big enough for two people?”

The idea sends a thrill through your entire body, and you wordlessly take Yoongi’s hand and lead you both to his master bathroom’s shower.

Not wanting to waste any time, Yoongi let’s go of your hand to make himself busy with turning on the water. While it’s warming up, both of your clothes come off in haphazard piles on the floor only a few feet away from the entrance to the shower. You barely even think about it, mind too consumed with the idea of what’s about to happen, but when you catch sight of Yoongi you have to pause.

You’re absolutely breathless.

His naked body is strong and taut, and even under the fluorescent bathroom lights he’s absolutely breathtaking. For a moment, you think back to the first day you two met, and it brings a warmth into your chest when you see just how far you two have come from that fateful day. You don’t know how you got so lucky to find a man like him, but you know you’ll never take him or what you two have for granted.

When he notices you staring, he gives you a sultry smirk.

“See anything you like?”

“Not sure. I need to look a little more.”

He takes a step closer to your now nude form and grabs your hand in his, gesturing for you to take a little twirl of your own so he can soak in the beauty that is your own body in all it’s perfectly imperfect glory, and you do, with a small giggle passing through your lips.

A woman is a mystery a man just can’t understand. But he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to figure out the mystery on how you somehow chose him of all people to spend the rest of your life with. His heart yearns to always be by your side and his soul wants nothing but to please you and give you a life you deserve.

To him? You’re his soulmate. His forever.

“You’re quite the treat yourself, you know? Dare I say, even more mouth watering than the eclairs.”

He gives you a loving forehead kiss, knowing those are one of your favorites, and steps closer to you to reach around you and feel if the temperature of the water was good. As he leans against you, you can’t help but run your fingers down his chest, nails only lightly scraping the unblemished skin you’re so envious of, the action making his chest rumble underneath your hands as he lets out a low growl. The sound shoots straight to your core.

Deeming the water good enough, he leads you into the shower and underneath the ridiculously large rainfall shower head that at this moment, your body is grateful for as it sags in euphoric relief. Yoongi chuckles at your reaction and realizes it’s better to actually get cleaned up before your little shower sex session.

So, first things first, you both make quick work of cleaning the egg off of each of your bodies. You take turns dunking your heads under the water, scrubbing at your hair with shampoo and conditioner, and neck with soap as you do. Yoongi does the same.

After you’ve rinsed your hair out for the last time, do Yoongi’s arms snake around you. Though, more importantly, you feel his body flush against your front, the contact of your now hardened nipples against his chest only spurs both of you on even more.

Feeling handsy, you grasp his butt, his hips, and then ever so slowly you trail your fingertips down his ‘V’ line. You hear his breath spike as your hand finds it’s place between his legs.

His own hands roam across your body and down until his hand slips between your legs and you can’t help but groan at the contact. Your eyes have maintained contact this whole time so you’ve been fortunate to witness the steady progression of the hunger that’s deep within as it makes its way to the surface.

Then, his mouth is on yours and you’re all in. The water runs over your bodies as you hold each other under the stream. You brace yourself against the shower wall and the tile is cool under your palm, your leg is wrapped around his waist and you’re basically standing on your tip toes with your other foot to accommodate him. You let out a low whine when you feel the tip of his cock tease your opening, your eyes falling closed reflexively from the simple amount of pleasure it brought you.

Yoongi is focused on your face the entire time when he fully sheathes himself inside of you and lets out his own little grunt of content. He gives you a moment to adjust before you’re tapping his ass with the heel of your foot to signal the go ahead. Then, his body is moving and you’re meeting him with each thrust of your own hips, the sound of wet skin slapping against one another reverberates within the enclosed space along with the rhythmic pattern of the water still falling on the shower floor around you.

Opening your eyes, knowing that Yoongi yearns for it, especially during sex, you have to bite your lip and will them not to close again when he does a particularly sharp thrust that has you parting your lips to reward him with a loud moan. The water has plastered his hair to his forehead, so you push it away, eyes locking in a deep gaze. They’re wild with desire and you know that yours aren’t any different.

His breathing is starting to get heavier, and you can feel him tensing under your hands. He forces himself to slow down his pace in order to prolong his release long enough to give you yours first, an unspoken rule that he’s created for himself, you being none the wiser.

With one hand holding himself up from crushing you against the wall, he holds his other hand underneath the stream of water around him for a second, and before you have time to register what he’s going to do, his expert fingers are already slithering their way down your stomach and finding a new purpose on your swollen bud. Your entire body arches into his from the unexpected contact that has your mind reeling with a few colorful words, some falling from your lips in a low chant that soon get quieted by Yoongi’s own words of praise.

“Does that feel good, baby?” A rapid nod of your head is all you can give in the current moment, eyes still locked with his. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?”

Your back arches, boobs pushing into his chest even more, with your hips picking up their own brutal pace against his as you chase your release with a fervor. He knows when your thrusts start stuttering and slowing down that you’re getting very close.

“That’s it. You’re doing so good. You’re almost there.” He dips his head into the crook of your neck to whisper the words into your ear, feeling your walls clench around him in a vice. He gives a moan of his own and it’s all you need as you let out a cry of relief once you reach your starry orgasm.

With a few more quick and deep thrusts it doesn’t take him long himself to find his own as his hips still against yours, his whole body weight leaning into yours has you squished between him and the wall with a breathy whine coming from you – both from the sudden weight and you still coming down from your high.

With what little strength he has left, he slowly lowers your leg so you’re standing on both, but makes sure he has an arm secure around your waist just incase you needed a moment to collect yourself and regain your own strength to stand on your own as he pulls his weight off of you.

“Sorry, needed a minute. Are you okay?”

His worried eyes flicker between your half lidded ones as you let out a breathy laugh at his question, though internally your heart swelled at his immediate need to make sure you were okay.

“I’m more than okay, actually. That was fucking amazing. Ten out of ten, would definitely recommend doing again.”

He chuckles, but doesn’t disagree with you. Pressing a kiss to your awaiting lips, he caresses your cheek before pulling away to turn the water off. Thus, ending your shower session. You detangle from one another to carefully step out into the now very cold air of the bathroom, the steam from within the enclosed shower no longer keeping your bodies warm.

He hands you your favorite robe that he makes sure is always clean incase you need to use it, and you take it with a wide grin, immediately shrugging the fluffy material on your nude body as you snuggle into the collar with a sigh.

He just smiles lovingly at you, and there’s a beautiful moment of post coital silence between you while you dry off, but then—

“Oh, shit. Oh no. No, no, no–,”

He runs from the bathroom, and for a second you’re confused on his rushed behavior, before your eyes widen in realization. The eclairs! Did the timer go off? You didn’t hear it.

Securing the robe around your body tightly, you briskly walk out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into the kitchen. You’re just in time to see Yoongi, stark naked except for a pair of oven mitts, pulling a slightly smoking sheet pan out of the oven. The smoke causes a brief cloud to linger above the kitchen and you hurry over to the kitchen window to open it and let the smoke naturally clear out.

You turn back around as he carefully sets the hot sheet pan onto the grill of the stove, then leans back against the counter next to it with his head tilted back, eyes closed, and a deep sigh emitting from his parted lips.

The corner of your lip quirks up at the sight, and you can’t help but let out a cheeky remark.

“I like this look on you.”

He spares you an affectionate, closed mouth smile as he opens his eyes to give you a mock glare. You walk closer to the male to see the extent of damage your shower sex caused. It wasn’t too bad, you don’t think. But you’re not the expert here. Focusing your attention on Yoongi, you see he’s already looking at you and your body fills with warmth knowing he’s never ashamed of being caught staring at you.

“Are they okay?”

He clicks his tongue, but his expression is neutral.

“A little burnt, but honestly could be worse.”

You nod in response. Okay. Crisis…averted? Mostly. Great!

He leads you back to his master bedroom where he fishes out some of your favorite clothes of his to wear for the night and you take them with a kiss to his lips. In the process, he finds some for him as well and you two get dressed in no time. Checking the clock on his wall, you both come to the conclusion that there’s still time to finish the eclairs.

Once again, you’re back in the kitchen and working on picking out the least burned buns, but other than that it’s pretty painless. Pastry crème in a piping bag, fill the buns, drizzle with chocolate – easy!

You triple check that the oven is off and there’s nothing else you’ve forgotten about, and then you and Yoongi sit down at the kitchen table to enjoy the fruit of your labor. It’s definitely a little over cooked, but who cares? Yoongi is glowing and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful.

The dessert is amazing, but how could it ever compare with the man sharing it with you? The rest of the night passes by in a blur of kisses, cream and chocolate. Then you let yourselves fall asleep in each other’s arms in your shared bed and it’s bliss.

You could definitely get used to this. And you will, considering you had the privilege of the rest of your life to do so.

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[massivecheesecakewolf]

Wow I don't know about tutelary spirit and how the Greys are confused about Danny's disappearing act(changing form) and I do like your idea of the item you mentioned and I have a follow up post here.

The simple act of the Greys existence change thing like this.

The citizens of Amity Park like the Greys bit more than the Fenton before the ghosts appeared by the fact that the Greys help the police when there is a major crime ( murder, kidnapping, and missing person report.) As unknown to the citizens the Greys are checking if those crimes are part of the paranormal. After the ghost appearance and the citizens noticed, while the Greys are good at ghost hunting, they are not willing to share their experiences and items as the last time they did some evil person used them to cause chaos so they don't do it so the Fenton got the citizens approval for letting them use the Fenton tech and share what they know ( even though heavily bias) about the ghost.

The Greys got some load of hunting ghosts off Danny back unknowingly as while there are some ghost problems that need Danny help with, the Greys do have experience hunting ghosts and with that Danny can keep his grades up and at the important point pass his C.A.T text without getting the answer (but the ultimate enemy still happens, as i will explain at a later post) and while Danny don't have the same experience fighting ghost as a protector spirit he has to train for a ghost problem that the Greys need help for. Danny's feelings for the Greys are at the beginning unsure and afraid as what he knows about the Greys is that they are mysterious experienced ghost hunters and the one teenage Grey (Joseph) is at Casper high and Danny doesn't know what he does and Phantom first experience with a Grey (Joseph) is lunch lady (mystery meat) and while Joseph have standard as he speak to the lunch lady about how attacking student and the responsible person who change the school lunch menu is not helping her case and after that problem is solve talk to Sam about why the lunch menu need balance (he also suggested to be more understanding of other people taste to understand why the lunch lady ghost attacked her) Danny are a bit unsure about the Greys, but at the show progress Danny and his friends be a bit calming at the Greys as they help Phantom and Danny help the Greys (even though there is a running gag where after Danny helped the Greys he just disappeared behind them and changed form while the Greys run past him looking for phantom for answers.

Joseph Grey repeatedly either found ghost problems before Danny appeared or found Danny Phantom fighting a ghost. Joseph yo-yo (called Requiem) is a magic item that when Joseph spins the Requiem it generates energy in that when it hits something (like a wall or a ghost) the impact is strong enough in that when spined for 30 seconds Requiem crack a stone wall ( the Requiem can store a lot of energy even though when not spined for 10 seconds all that energy is lost), and it can hit ghost even while intangible. Joseph does have some magical abilities like a spell that pulls a ghost into the ghost zone after one minute ( that why Joseph usually tangles ghost so they stay still for the spell to work), the other magic abilities are a spell that heals him ( after he stays still for 30 seconds), a passive danger Sense, and a limit break spell that enhance his combat skill at great level for one minute but he is weak for 5 minute after that so he better beat the ghost into unconscious before he becomes a sitting easy target or have other people (like other Greys or Danny), but he rather use his cunning to make his enemies make mistakes so he can beat them easily as he is great at improvising at a given moment like at the first lunch lady ghost fight where she in her meat monster mode he quickly misdirected her into a freezer make temperature really cold even though he put himself in a risk of cold damage to make her really slowed and easy to hit.

Edit: like in jjba, Joseph Grey (like Joseph Joestar, do you see the inspiration) always has a plan A: run away so he can get the ghost away from other people and think of a plan that can defeat the ghost.

The Greys do know how to use Fenton tech but they like to be not noticeable so they use their magic secretly and study the ghost before they strike unless the ghost about to harm people then the Greys strike fast(even Joseph knows how to use Fenton tech but he likes to use Requiem) when there is a massive problem like undergrowth, freak show, or Pariah Dark they are using all they got, not caring about secret when Amity Park are in danger, hell when the GIW appeared in Amity Park the Greys (for they hated the GIW in the past for hunting the Greys) just make the GIW hard for what they did in the past.

Double edit: there is also other supernatural and paranormal stuff like there is a psychic teacher who helps Danny without letting him know that the psychic teacher knows Danny is phantom And there is a cousin of Joseph who can summon imp because she likes imp( while she can summon other things, and Joseph calls her sometime about summoning circles and other things), Danny also fight some other supernatural things like there is one time he fought a vampire (think a mid game vampire: the masquerade character) and having trouble and the only two things save him is that, one: his blood while in phantom mode is toxic to vampire, and two: Joseph find them just in time and beat the vampire.

Danny Phantom AU where everything is the same except there's another ghost hunting (investigating) family who use occult and magic besides the Fenton who use science (and Danny who is a halfa but besides this point). I want to see the magic family (let's call them the Greys) wanting to one-up the Fenton while the teenage grey goes to Casper high and didn't notice Danny's unusually ghostly thing while looking for ghosts in Casper high.

The Greys have magical items( think like a compass that points to the nearest ghost or something like that.) And ghost warding magic with blood blossom crossbow but they have only a magic spell that pulls a ghost into the ghost zone that is situational( the ghost has to stay in a spot for one minute.) While the Fenton thermos is better at catching ghosts and got a ghost portal. While the Fenton are looking to capture a ghost to learn about it while the Greys learn the ghost past(by studying the ghost family history and even learn how they died, the Greys also help the police with murder cases to learn about a ghost death)to figure out their weaknesses and the reason for the ghost purpose for haunting Amity Park. When the Greys saw Danny Phantom fight ghosts they were confused about the new ghost that they didn't know about and try to figure out how Danny came to be but every time they tried to learn about Danny he just hid and changed form as his halfa state confused the magic compass as he is technically alive.

I want someone to write about where Danny help the Greys with a Teke-Teke (a Japanese urban legend there a bottomless lady spirit killed by train haunted a train station and kill people with a scythe) while the Greys are having a conflicted idea about either letting Danny help them or just getting information while fighting the spirit.

The Greys are a major power for Amity Park when they are pulled into the ghost zone by Pariah Dark because their magic item and training help against the ghost army and distracted Fright Knight from helping Pariah Dark.

The teenage Grey ( let us call him Joseph) is a student of Casper high and carries a couple of magic items ( the magic compass and a magic yo-yo that can hurt ghosts even while intangible) while trying to find a ghost (Danny) but his compass is having a weird moment while near Danny but Joseph didn't notice, but don't mistake him for a fool (think him as Joseph Joestar) as he first find Danny Phantom fighting the lunch Lady he misdirected lunch Lady into the freezer and with Danny help capture her,( after this as Joseph is turned Danny leave before Joseph ask about him).

Edit: the Greys absolutely HATES the GIW because they caused collateral damage and possibly death which means more ghosts and the GIW occasionally fight the Greys because they thought magic using are ghost ability as well making the Greys job harder.

Edit edit: When the Greys heard about halfa they thought the halfa are made from a relationship between a ghost and a human, not an artificial accident from a ghost portal. And the Greys can let a ghost possess them while still in control with power ( think geist the sin eater power).also Joseph is on one step higher on the popular ladder then team phantom because when Dash tried to bully Joseph he just sudo flip Dash to the locker in front of the A-lister and scare them.

[golden-straw]

// I've been meaning to do a headcanon post for the lovely Ms. Chalice, so here's some random hcs and some Chalice + Saltbaker oriented ones, since I have a lot of feelings about those two ;u; to any Saltbaker blogs (or any blogs, really) that want to interact, none of these have to apply to you, of course. They can if you want, though!

💛 Ms. Chalice Headcanons 💛

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• Her full name is unknown to basically everyone, but if she absolutely needed to have a fake first name, it would probably be something really simple like "Goldie". She only really likes being called Chalice, though.

• Like her show counterpart, she's quite the charmer, but diverges in a lot of ways. Rather than being manipulative and a loner, Chalice has become very lonely due to all the time she's spent being a ghost, which is why she tends to latch onto any friend she can get her little gloves on. This is also why she trusted Saltbaker so much.

• It took a while to get used to her new mortal form being so short and almost childlike, as she was much taller and stronger back when she was truly living. She's gotten accustomed to it at this point though, and doesn't let anyone underestimate her.

• Her untimely death was mid-battle, she only wishes she could have had a normal life. Watching the world change over the course of many, many years made her feel rather sad considering she couldn't be part of it. She might have a bit of a bias, but 1930 has been her favorite year so far.

• As a mortal, she spends a lot of her time strolling around and taking in the sights or hanging out with the cup brothers. She also likes to sing and dance in her free time, as well as help Saltbaker out at the bakery.

• As a ghost, she really doesn't do much. The loneliness of the astral plane really gets to her sometimes, but she can't help but admire how pretty it can be, with all the stars and whatnot.

• When Chalice and Saltbaker first tested those cookies, they were the ones that swapped places.

• Saltbaker was very eager to let Chalice go wild with his pastries, as she revealed she hadn't eaten ever since she died. It was the best food she had ever had in her entire (after)life.

• Post-epilogue, after Saltbaker was deemed safe to be around, Chalice stayed with him at his bakery since she had nowhere to go. He also worked very hard to help her find a permanent remedy for her predicament. It was the least he could do, no?

• Chalice isn't very sensitive unless it's personal (ex. she wouldn't care if someone told her something mean unless she knew the person or was friends with them), so Saltbaker's betrayal hurt a lot. Besides the boys, he was her first real friend in a while, and she looked up to him immensely. There was definitely some tears shed in private. She wanted to hate him, but her admiration and genuine care for him just wouldn't let her. She saw him as a bit of a guardian figure, after all.

• I believe in salt puns/chef puns Saltbaker. Chalice has a love-hate relationship with them, but can't help but crack a smile every time, only fueling the fire that is Saltbaker's self-righteousness.

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[seita]

uhm,,if u don't mind, can you also do the headcanon thing where the reader likes to hold hands, for monoma, shindou, and tamaki—? thanks!! keep ur work up i love ur writing!! 💕💕

on god i’ve never even read a monoma fic before so i HAVE NO CLUE HOW TO WRITE HIM. i also barely pay him any attention in the anime so i apologize if i have trouble characterizing him.....since tamaki is one of my fav characters im sorry his is so much longer but i have a bad case of bias,,,,whoops

i do not know why these particular headcanons r my most popular oneskflakfs what happened

⤑ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! | 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

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— neito monoma.

∴ everyone thought it was weird how you could stand to be around monoma so much. ∴ most everyone found him insufferable and extremely punchable. ∴ but not you. ∴ no, whenever he would give a sarcastic retort or make a joke at someones expense, you found yourself laughing. ∴ you just thought he was so charming. ∴ no one really dared to say anything about it, though. ∴ since you were widely liked by your classmates. ∴ you were sweet and affectionate. ∴ which posed only more questions of how monoma of all people managed to catch you attention. ∴ he certainly had no complaints though. ∴ no, he relished in the attention you showered him in. ∴ one thing he adored the most, however, was the physical affection you handed out like free candy. ∴ the first time you ever reached out and held monoma’s hand, he swore his heart stopped. ∴ his cheeks didn’t stop burning for the rest of the day. ∴ and every time he thought back to that first time, he would have the same reaction. ∴ you were elated when he didn’t shrug you off. ∴ instead, he squeezed your hand back and grinned at you. ∴ “you know,” he sighed one day, swinging your hand back and forth as the two of you walked down the hallway. ∴ “everyone thinks we’re dating now,” he said. ∴ “oh?” ∴ “yeah so,” he pulled you closer to him, “how about we show them how true that is?”

— yo shindo.

∴ shindo was a hard case to crack. ∴ on the outside, he held a goody-two-shoes aura of kindness and happiness ∴ but on the inside, he was cold, calculating, and manipulative. ∴ part of you was scared when you learned of that side of him ∴ but once you got paired with him on a project and ended up seeing a part of him even deeper than that ∴ you realized he wasn’t as bad as he seemed ∴ in fact, he could be quite kind and funny if he really wanted to be ∴ most times, he didn’t ∴ but still ∴ a friendship bloomed between the two of you -- though, friendship bloomed easily with you for anyone. ∴ that was just who you are ∴ shindo was surprised when you formed an attachment to him. ∴ after all, he was the last person he expected you to actually enjoy spending time with. ∴ he wasn’t the only one, either. ∴ plenty of people were surprised. ∴ you tended to keep the physical affection to a minimum simply because you assumed he wasn’t they type to be a fan of it ∴ until one day when he caught you wrapping your arms around a classmate’s and laughing happily as you did it. ∴ jealousy brewed in shindo’s heart and he didn’t hesitate to confront you on it ∴ “so, why don’t you ever hold onto me like that?” he asked, shameless and concise. ∴ you were surprised to be found in that position. ∴ but still, you grinned and reached out to take his hand in yours. ∴ “fine,” you giggled, “then you’ll be the only one i hold hands with, how’s that?” ∴ he grinned, “sounds perfect.”

— tamaki amajiki.

∴ this little buttercup, oh lord ∴ you were in his class and when i say he had heart eyes for you i mean everyone and their mother knew it because he is not good at being subtle ∴ in times when he was able to casually talk to others in your class, his face would burn red and he would stutter and tremble whenever it came to you. ∴ of course, you being the oblivious lil babie u were ∴ u had no idea. ∴ tbh u almost thought he disliked you with the way he avoided you. ∴ it took nejire clearing the air that tamaki did not, in fact, dislike you that you settled down and let that notion go. ∴ it took mirio corner tamaki and pressuring him into just talking to you for the two of you to get past the “classmates” stage and enter into “friendship”. ∴ tamaki was well aware of your physical affection. ∴ he watched you hold hands and hug everyone that would let you. ∴ one time he watched your hug mirio, the large boy twirling you around with a laugh ∴ and boy was he pouty all fuckin’ day even mirio was annoyed ∴ truth be told, you desperately wanted to give the elf-eared boy the same treatement but ∴ you felt like your relationship with him was so unsteady because of his flightiness and shyness that you didn’t want to risk scaring him away ∴ so you kept your physical distance ∴ but unfortunately that just made him doubt himself more. ∴ he went from annoyed and jealous to sad and insecure ∴ was he not good enough for you or something? ∴ “_____,” nejire finally approached you one day, “do you like amajiki?” ∴ you sputtered, “e-eh what do you mean? why are you asking? does he like me? what did he say?” ∴ nejire wanted to rip her hair out. ∴ so began a well-executed plan brought to you by mirio and nejire ∴ basically, the plan involved just shoving you into tamaki and hoping for the best ∴ surprisingly, it worked out quite well ∴ the second tamaki had his arms around you, holding you protectively so you wouldn’t hit the ground, everything seemed to click perfectly between the two of you. ∴ after that, you started to care less and less about keeping yourself from showing him your affection ∴ and surprisingly, he didn’t mind. ∴ that is, until he caught you hold hands with a friend of yours and was like ?????????why not me?????? ∴ of course he didn’t say it but ∴ it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out if he wanted to hold hands. ∴ so one day, as you walked back to the dorms with him, you slipped your fingers in between his with a grin. ∴ “you know, if you want to hold hands you can just ask me,” you teased, enjoying the way his ears turned red. ∴ as you entered the dormitory and went to go your separate ways, you turned to look at him with a grin, “i don’t mind holding my boyfriends hand, after all.” ∴ tamaki turned so red your classmates almost called an ambulance.

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[krysphycookiez]

bts | you as the female maknae

synopsis: you’ve become the female maknae of the famous worldwide sensation bts! let’s see how well you get along with these crackhead boys

genre: fluff, platonic, imagines

pairing: bts x maknae!reader

a/n: nothing much to be said except i pulled this out of my ass to make content for all y’all

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the moment seokjin saw you he already claimed you as his child, no questions asked

even though you’re only like- a year younger than jungkook, he babies you WAY more than him, and you don’t mind really

he would take you to do some of his favorite things with him like cook or even clean the dorms

also if anyone hurts you in any way, shape or form they are getting their shit rocked by seokjin’s- rather colorful vocabulary

also nags you a lot, especially during your early debut days when you were still in school

he just doesn’t want you to be lost in life that’s all, and he shows that really well

he raised you very well since your debut with him and the boys and he just wants you to be happy

definitely favors you a lot more than the others and the bias is super obvious. he once bought you a shit ton of snacks for your birthday and the rest of the members were shocked af

this of course means you bicker a lot with him like jungkook, the two of you even sometimes team up to go against your hyung

but he also knows when you’re feeling down because his parent instincts kick in, he knows when you’re feeling down the dumps so he does something to cheer you up

whether it’s make you crack up with a stupid dad joke or buy your favorite drink, he’d do anything for his baby

definitely screams a lot when he’s with you too

like- y’all can’t hide how much of a pissbaby the two of you are, that’s easily demonstrated in that one run bts episode with the zombies

overall he’s like an older brother to you and despite the bickering, he still luvs you so much

yoongi is soft for you and you only

definitely let’s you sleep with him in his bed when you have a nightmare, because he’s an expert at bedtime cuddles

also let’s you mess around in his production studio, and maybe even lets you help him compose a few tracks

if you aren’t a rapper he probably teaches you some basics about rapping and later on becomes a proud dad when you show off in front of the other members

he also probably makes tae jealous too lmao, give the boy some love

if you’re upset or angry at the other members he’s one of two members that can calm you down, just because he’s really calm and knows how to handle your emotions

also definitely spoils you with snacks and drinks too

and he’s also the reason why you develop led your evil maknae side

back then you were so shy and pure but then he came into your life with his savage ways and sarcastic remarks. he rubbed off of you too much

also if anyone dares to hurt you he’s throwing hands. this bitch is really scary, he will give haters a death glare if they even LOOK at you

you definitely cling onto him like a baby sloth at times when you’re in the clingy mood, and he just kinda lets you hang onto him until you go to another member

and he also teases you at times to when he’s feeling pretty bold

such as your height or your age and this sometimes leads to insult battles, it’s a 50/50 win for the most part

for the most part, yoongi is like your cool uncle and he will cut a bitch if someone even lays a finger on you in a threatening way

when you and hoseok are put together in the same room, nothing but sunshine and happiness radiates form the two of you

both of you are the residential mood makers of bts, and it really shows

back then when you were really shy, hoseok was the first to approach you and ever since then you’ve become a happy ball of fluff

he definitely hugs you a lot and does a lot of aegyo with you, or even hug you to show that you’re not alone

if you buy him sprite he’ll go nuts

this man loves his energetic drink and he will forever love someone who gets him that monstrous drink

you probably tried to give him monster energy at one point but he complained about the battery acid taste

LOVES spoiling you with gifts, try not to let him spoil you too much or the other members might get jealous

when you’re feeling under the weather he will be there in a flash to make sure you’re well enough and give you some chocolate to make you a bit happier

will shower you with love and affection at all times- especially on vlive cause he wants to make sure you’re loved

and you are trust me

you remind him of a happy little puppy and he just thinks it’s the most adorable thing ever cause he likes animals

and also he definitely will throw hands at haters- this man is scary when he’s mad

he’s like an equivalent to an older brother to you and it’s so endearing

take namjoon’s being done with the members bullshit 24/7 tendencies and mutiply that by 100 when he’s with you

you always do the most random shit around him its hilarious. whether it’s playing with his hair or just clinging onto him a lot

of course he still loves you he just always looks tired when you start being you

also definitely has helped you with your homework in the past cause he’s too smart for his own good

you once asked him to help you help with a cell mode project cause it was supposed to be big but yours just looked like an oversized bean

he thought it was adorable and funny so he helped you

also you go on beach walks with him when in a country with beaches, prolly looking for crabs too lol

you have definitely crashed one of his studio vlives and did something random, like how tae did

when you’re feeling sick he along with seokjin will nurture you back to health. he gets the medicine and stuff while seokjin makes you a nice warm meal

you have definitely made jokes where you are their child and they are the parents at it always results in a hell from the older male

you have probably given him a few ideas on some of the popular tracks like pied piper and black swan

you have a creative mind so when namjoon is feeling blank he turns to you for help, hell you even helped a lot with the hyyh era

and he’s also at ease when he’s around you because you smell like roses- sounds a little weird but it’s the smell of a lovely flower

namjoon would like to care for you like your a kid or his own little sister and be your guardian angel

first thoughts when you both saw each other; omg so cute

you and jimin are such sofies for each other it’s so adorable, always clinging onto each other and just being two puppies

of course that can always switch and the two of you can become such a petty and savage duo

the members definitely tease you two the most due to your smaller heights, which the worked the two of you to prank them a lot

never yoongi though, he’s scary asf

you two also have a lot of movie marathons, especially the avengers movies cause they are some of the best

if you’re a main dancer you two probably do a lot of dancing together in your free time, maybe even some crack dances as well

a little bit of playful flirting here and there, he’s so shameless when he’s around you it’s unreal

has also picked you up at one point and threw you over his shoulder just cause he wanted to prove to jk he’s not a weak midget

CUDDLES 24/7! both of you initiate a lot of platonic skinship it’s just become a habit at this point. also you two have definitely slept in the same bed before while cuddling

jimin is very emotionally intelligent, so he automatically knows when you’re in a bad mood or when you just feel sad. he’s the member trusted the most too to take care of you during- uh- your time of the month

he just wants you to be happy so he’ll gladly help you with any of your needs, even if it’s kinda unpleasant

seeing that both of you both had a lot of struggles, you two were very close and i guess that’s what made you guys click

jimin would be the shoulder you can cry on and your lovable squishy best friend

taehyung would be one of your bestest friends, even during trainee days

expect he was shy to you at first cause you were very young and he didn’t want to give the wrong impression on you

but overtime he grew to be his childish and weird self that we all love, and the two of you always lighten up the mood along with hoseok

definitely takes you on shopping dates when he gets the chance and probably makes you try on 1000 gucci clothes

sometimes you end up buying them but it’s a relatively small amount

also you like going to the food courts with him because you guys just have very light-hearted conversations while enjoying yourselves some delicious food

if he knows something is up with you but the others don’t notice, he would go and tell them to take care of it cause he doesn’t think he can’t comfort you well enough

but in reality he’s really good at talking with you, that 10% of genius shines in him and he manages to figure out what made you upset and help you

yeontan probably likes you a bit more than the other members cause of taehyung, and that’s a feat he’s proud of

both you and him also play a lot of games together with jungkook, and a lot of screaming to

the others think you’re getting murdered at times it’s funny

tae would also initiate skinship with you, though not as much as jimin, he prefers to just hug you and hold your hand

also if you’re a rapper he definitely asks you to teach him how to rap and sometimes it can be so chaotic

taehyung would be a really good friend to you and like a warm older brother

you and jungkook are the maknaes on top, even though there’s a one year difference

despite your close relationship, you two didn’t get along at first due to different views on certain things

but overtime your relationship mended and now the two of you are the closest friends can get

due to your young ages you use this to your advantage to get anything you want from the members

also, take your pranking with jimin and multiply that by a million cause hoo boy you two cause A LOT of chaos

skinship and platonic kisses for days off camera. he really loves you a lot and just prefers to show it off camera cause he’s a shy baby

you steal his hoodies and shirts a lot cause they are comfy and he either complains or just lets you take them

both of you have friendly competitions whenever you are competing for the members love and affection

which can lead to rather intense insult battles and the others watch in amusement

both of you are so close you two can just tell how you’re feeling with just one look in the eyes, and even communicate through facial expressions

yeah you guys are that close, and the other members haven’t fully accomplished a feat like that yet so they are amazed

jungkook also is pretty possessive of your guy’s friendships and often scares off others, even his fellow 97 liners

but in reality he’s just a soft bunny baby that doesn’t want you to leave him

you two probably had some dating rumors surrounding you, but at the end of the day nothing will change your guy’s amazing friendship

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wooooo we got another female maknae au! with bts, sorry i don’t have anything else, i have a one shot idea planned with yeonjun, taehyun and hyuka so please stick around for that!

this is @/krysphycookiez logging off... ♡︎

[inseongsfoxybae]

It’s okay

Pairing: Optional bias (H/N) + Female Reader

Genre: Angst + Fluff

Warnings: Desperate cries(?)

Words: +1,5k

Author’s message: Hey, foxies! Here’s a little message for our boys who are suffering because of Kingdom. Hope you like it ❤❤ Foxy kisses 😘

P.S: As english is not my mother language, it may contain misspelled. Also, sorry for any other mistakes :)

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It's Kingdom recording day and all of you were super excited about SF9's performance - you, your boyfriend, the boys. All of them have been worked so hard for this episode and you couldn’t wait to have news from your babies.

H/N left early this morning, giving you a tight hug and a passionate kiss before closing the door behind him. You knew it would take a long time, so you just did your things, trying not to think too much about your excitement for this special day. 

It was late at night when he messaged you: Baby, you can sleep. We still don’t finish here. You tried to fight your sleepiness and wait for him, but soon your tiredness washed over you and you fell asleep on your bed, your phone resting right next to your hand. 

Hours later, you opened your eyes and turned around to his side of the bed only so see yourself still alone, the sheets beside you cold and untouched. You reached for your phone to check, but there were no messages from your boyfriend, so you texted him: Babe, where are you? Is everything okay with your recording?

For the first time, you felt something bothering you, a discomfort you didn’t know, a sudden sadness growing into your chest. You got up and tried to focus on doing simple house tasks, like cleaning your room and preparing one of his favourite meals for when he got home, but that heavy feeling was taking control over you. 

Afternoon comes and he didn’t have answered back yet. You even texted their manager, but no response as well. So, you just sat on your comfy couch in your small living room and waited for him, glancing at the phone all the time to not miss any notice he could give to you. But nothing happened. 

~

It’s already night when you finally hear the beep of your door opening. You immediately get up, but your numb limbs can’t move more than that. From your spot in the living room, you hear his bag being thrown on the floor and a deep sigh leaves his lips. You listen to his heavy steps, carrying the weight of his exhausted body and heart. 

Once he enters the room, he finds you waiting for him with a small smile on your lips but teary eyes before he can say anything. He hesitantly walks to you with the saddest expression you’ve ever seen on him.

“Hey”, you quietly say, unable to keep your smile as you saw him so miserable.

"Can you hug me?", his voice cracks and he breaks down when you wrap your arms around his waist. 

H/N sobs desperately in your arms, hugging you tight with all the strength remaining on his aching body, helplessly gripping your shirt as his cries fill your small shared apartment. 

You let him cry, pouring all of these bad feelings out of his heart, slowly running your small hands over back, reassuring him he’s not alone, he has you and you’re here for him. Seeing him like this breaks your heart in a million pieces and you can’t barely control your own sobs when his legs lose their strength and his body weight supports itself on your small frame.

“Baby, let’s go to bed. You’re exhausted. Can you walk?”, you mumble onto his shaking shoulders, struggling to lead him to your bedroom.

You carefully put him sit on the mattress and help him to get off his clothes and wear his comfortable pajamas. Then, you gently lay him down and take your side beside him, pulling your big baby into your body. H/N rests his head in the space between your neck and chest, his warm tears soaking your flesh, while his arms loosely embrace you. 

“It’s okay, darling. You can cry as much as you need in my arms. I’m here with you”, you whisper softly, kissing his forehead as your hands caress his hair and back, squeezing him tight so he can feel all your warmth and love for him. 

“Doesn’t matter what happened, I know you did your best”, you hummed very close to his ear, lips ghosting over his skin just the way you know he loves to feel when he’s too stressed. “It’s okay, baby”. 

“No”, he weakly mumbles against your chest, breathing heavily. 

“Shh-shh… Talk when you calm down. Let it all get out of you”, you try to ease him, pulling him so close that now his body is on top of half of yours. “I love you so much, H/N”.

In response, H/N tigthens his grip around, snuggling closer into your neck as he takes deep breaths. As minutes pass by, his cries slow down and he’s calming ,finally able to speak some words. 

“Babe”, he quietly calls, and you lean back a little to look at his swollen face, wiping away some remaining tears of his cheeks. “What do you think of us? Are we strong enough? Are we worthy?”, his breath getting stuck on his throat. 

“Baby, of course you’re worthy. Why wouldn’t you be?”, you search for his eyes, but he’s avoiding your gaze, so you continue. “You’re the most talented ones for us and Fantasy will love you forever, don’t matter what”, you reassure him, softly caressing his head.

“We were last today, Y/N, and none of the other groups voted for us. And now I don’t know what to do”, he struggles to tell you as tears dare to come back in his eyes. 

Hearing these words breaks your heart even more and you lost your words for a brief moment, finally understanding why he’s like this now. You take a deep breath and hold his head with both hands to make him look at you. 

“H/N, I know it's been hard for you, for all of you. I know you’re giving all of you to show your best for everyone. I know how much you guys love each other and your fans and don’t want us to feel frustrated with you. But, baby, I also know how talented, hardworking and amazing artists you are. And I’m sure every Fantasy will never abandon you, even at the worst moments. Keep faith in yourselves, love. You’re our strength, let us be yours too, huh?”, you softly say, looking right into his eyes, feeling the weight on his shoulders slowly fading away. 

“I’m afraid”, he says under his breath, not avoiding your eyes anymore.

“Of what, baby? Who do I need to fight to protect my baby?”, you ask him seriously, but it makes him chuckle softly.

“We don’t want to disappoint you all. We just wanna make you proud of SF9”, he confesses, a small pout unconsciously forming on his lips.  

"And that's what you're doing. You never disappoint us, babe, and you won't disappoint us this time either. SF9 is our everything and we love you all anyways", you reassure him while giving him a small smile and he quickly nods, resting his forehead on yours. "Also, I'm sure your performance was amazing, so you don't have reasons to worry about it".

Your hands gently caress his cheeks, leaning closer to brush your lips on his, a soft touch that makes a warm wave of love and trust run through his body, this feeling that only you can give to him. H/N moves his hand up to the back of your neck and pulls you back for another kiss, a little more passionate this time but still calm.

"Thank you, Y/N! For always being by my side and for supporting us", his voice is just above a whisper, said like a secret that no one but you deserves to know.

"I love you so much, H/N. You can't even imagine", you breathe against his lips, eyes still closed, fingers running through his soft hair.

"I love you more than anything, baby. You're my world and my everything", he says back, pulling you even closer to his body, pecking your lips once more.

Neither of you dare to open your eyes or break the contact of your heads pressed together, so you stay quiet for a moment, just enjoying each other's presence, hearts beating at the same steady pace. Until a sudden thought pops into your mind and you call him back to earth.

"I made one of your favorite meals earlier. Wanna eat it?", you softly ask, but without moving a single muscle away from him.

H/N only shakes his head negatively.

"I can make you tea. It will help you to relax", you suggest, but his answer is still no.

"I just need you tonight. Please, let's just stay like this", he weakly mumbles and you realise he's almost falling asleep.

"It's okay, my baby. You can rest now. I'm right here with you", you place a soft kiss on his forehead, hearing a low hum from him as he quickly dozes off in your arms.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

I want to read a take of Lucian transforming for the first time in front of x and I will let you choose who x is, Peter (Ik you've already written that, but, whatever, there a different AUs haha), Tenth Doctor, another character you'd like to try out with him... I just love both the angst and the fluff of that scenario, too much to only read it once!

Well, I haven't figured out how I want to go about him transforming in front of Ten just yet, but I haven't written anything for the vampire prince au for this!

Gosh, I would love for this in front of another character, but I'm not sure who you guys would like to see me have Lucian paired up with next. (I am actually kinda tempted with Hardy tbh)

Warning: transformations, self-conscious behavior

On with the fic!

--

Peter had been married to Lucian for three months now, and in those three months he had gotten to know the man pretty well. Although he had come to notice something:

Lucian refused to ever change into his lycan form in front of him.

Any time Peter confronted him on this, Lucian would find some excuse to not talk about it, or would just simply leave the room. It drove the prince crazy, he found no reason for Lucian to want to hide this part of him away!

Was it because Peter was the same kind of vampire as those who had hurt Lucian in the past? Would that be why? No, that was stupid, Peter was fully aware of Lucian's true nature, as was his coven, and no one here really cared. In fact, everyone seemed fine with the lycans, they were no threat to them. Local werewolves, however, were, but no, not Lucian and his people.

Was he embarrassed? Ashamed?

There was no need for that! None at all!

Did Lucian think himself ugly as a lycan? Peter was sure he'd be the most handsome of them all, but then again, he's bias, he finds his new husband to be gorgeous and so handsome, so of course he'd probably find his other form that way as well.

There was a full moon tonight, and Peter was determined to see what the big deal was, even if he had to sneak out to do so.

--

He stayed up in his room, looking through the window, seeing Lucian and his people departing to the forest nearby, letting the guards know they'd be back in the morning. Peter waited until he were a distance away before he slipped out and escaped from his home, running off in the cover of night in a dark cloak to keep hidden. He jumped into the trees and kept above.

He could smell his husband and his people ahead of him, a distance away, but they were close enough. He could hear noises, strange sounds that didn't sound pleasant, followed by changes to scents in the airs, and the sounds of beasts.

Peter picked up his movements and in the light of the moon through the trees, he could see large, man-like beasts covered in hair, bulky in stature, and clearly powerful. There were wolf features to them and clothes were scattered about the ground.

In front of them was his husband, naked, and speaking to his people in their native tongue of Romanian, before he gave an order and motioned for them to run. Peter watched as the lycans ran off into the woods, leaving Lucian behind, watching them as they left.

Quietly and carefully, Peter slipped from the tree, hiding behind it as he peered at his husband. He watched as Lucian removed his necklace, setting it on a pile of clothing, then he removed his ring. A ping of pain hit Peter's heart, until he realized that this was probably best, it could get destroyed.

He observed as Lucian closed his eyes, letting out a small breath before rolling his head, his neck popping. Then his body tensed, and a sound ripped through the man's throat as his body started to shift, crack, pop, and reform itself before Peter's wide, horrified eyes.

He had never seen a transformation before like this, outside of seeing other vampires from other species show their other faces, and his kind only had small changes to their bodies when becoming more vampiric.

But this, this was something that sent a shock of fear through Peter's soul, as he watched what looked like a painful change of bones and muscles. He watched his husband's skin become gray, leather-like, and his body became hairier, his fingers getting longer and clawed, his legs shifting and changing to becoming more like a wolf's.

But the face, oh, that looked nightmarish.

His skull clearly shifted and changed, his mouth and nose becoming a snout, his ears moving position and becoming pointed, and his eyes went from being hazel to that beautiful milky blue that he had shown Peter before, to pools of black, like the night sky.

Lucian stood there, panting, before letting out a roar that shook Peter to his core. He took a step away and heard a crack under his foot. A branch, he must have stepped on a branch and broke it.

And Lucian heard it.

Peter froze at the lycan came charged towards him, slamming him down to the ground, snarling, baring teeth that could easily bite through Peter's skull.

"No, no! Lucian, it's me!" Peter exclaimed, throwing up his hands to pull back of the hood of his cloak.

He could see the expression on his husband's face change from anger to shock, then quickly to some kind of guilt and shame. He removed himself from Peter and backed away, nearly falling over himself on his two legs.

Peter sat up, frowning, getting to his feet. "Lucian, love, it's alright." He tried to comfort, moving closer, but Lucian backed away. Peter stopped, frowning, but held out his hands.

"It's alright, Lucian, you didn't hurt me. Just surprised me." He tried to smile, but Lucian wasn't coming any closer. "Are... is this why you didn't want me to see you like this? Were you scared you'd hurt me? Or that I'd be scared of you?"

Lucian was hesitant, but he nodded. Peter's smile quickly dropped and he ran a hand through his hair. "Shit. No, no, don't... you'd never hurt me, I know this. And... yes, I was a bit scared, it looked so painful, your transformation, but I'm not scared of this."

He gestured at Lucian's form, before deciding to sit down in front of the tree, his back against it. He patted his lap. "Come here, let me look at you."

There was more moonlight here where he sat, he wanted to see Lucian's face, wanted to see how he really looked. Carefully, Lucian dropped to all fours and approached, looking at his husband with those large, black eyes.

He looks so very different from the Lucian Peter saw all the time, but he could see it, he could see that this was indeed his husband. He put his hands on Lucian's face, ignoring the flinch the other made, and bent down, kissing the top of his snout, then between his eyes, then his forehead.

"You're so handsome." He was right, his lycan was the most handsome of them all. "Scary, but in a good way, a way that I know this is the man I married." And that he loved.

Lucian sighed and shifted closer, laying down on Peter's lap. "Do you want to stay with me a bit before you run off to join your friends?"

There was a nod in response and Peter smiled, scratching behind one of Lucian's ears. He heard another sigh, and knew the man was enjoying this, Peter decided to refrain from making any jokes. He'd save them come morning.

"Alright, we can just sit here until you're ready to go run around and do whatever it is your wolfmen do."

[ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff]

The Sight of You (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: Spencer’s disturbing dreams about his childhood bring him back to Las Vegas to face two of his childhood’s greatest enemies: his estranged father and his ex best friend.

AN: it’s a friends to enemies to lovers fic! Set in the episode “Memoriam” 4x07

Content Warnings: usual Criminal Minds stuff, mentions of child death, childhood trauma, descriptions of a dead body. Let me know if I missed anything!

Despite seeing Spencer around Pre-k, Y/N did not trot over to talk to him with their brightly coloured rucksack swinging vigorously and violently behind them. They walked faster instead once their parents had dropped them off. Spencer did his best to catch up to Y/N but lost them around the corner in the sea of students seeking their next class. He was meant to be one of them. Adjusting his glasses as they slipped down his nose, Spencer noted that he needed a new prescription before entering his own class and preparing to focus on a subject he was already well-versed in.

It was lunch time when Spencer finally found Y/N. They were sitting at the furthest end of the table in the canteen. But Y/N cowered away from him, his shoulders drawn up defensively.

“Are you OK, Y/N?” Spencer asked before getting to what was more significant to him: “Do you know when you will be free to play again?”

The next sentence out of Y/N’s mouth stung like a nettle. They stood up, their face contorted in their fit, and they pushed Spencer hard on the shoulders.

“Go away! I can’t look at you! You make me feel sick, you and your family!” They cried.

They went silent when Spencer was laughed at by those who heard what was said. Just grabbed their lunch and moved away, leaving Spencer spellbound in the middle of the canteen, heartbroken and with a new opening for a potential chess partner. Maybe that man they saw last week at the park would be kind enough to join him again.

But there was no replacement for Y/N, who now never said a word when they caught a glimpse of Spencer being bullied – only dithering about on the spot before fleeing the scene moments before a teacher would show up.

Spencer was hurt; that hurt warped into hatred when he was next out with his mother and father. They were at the shopping mall and had just bought Spencer his new glasses. Going down the escalator, he saw Y/N. They were smiling and skipping between their parents, a new pair of shoes shiny on their feet.

The second they spotted the Reids, Y/N ducked behind their parents. Spencer could still see their face: brow furrowed, eyes squinting, hands shaking now that nothing was holding them. Their parents didn’t seem to notice. They kept talking and walking even as Y/N stopped in time with the Reids stepping off the escalator.

Sudden footsteps running away was what dragged the public’s attention to a suddenly absent child.

“Y/N!” The parents called out as they chased after the four-year-old. They were quick past the Reids, not stopping to say ‘hello’.

Spencer kept his eyes trained after Y/N’s fleeing form, right until his mother’s face came into view. Diana looked saddened; she too was staring after the L/Ns. Turned to his father. William was composed but his eyes were turned down and watering.

For making his parents react like that to their mere presence, Spencer despised Y/N.

---> ---> ---> ---> ---> 

 The burning hatred from adolescence staled once Spencer reached adulthood. The protective nature that spawned from it for his mother remained.

Which is why, when Diana Reid casually mentioned Y/N when asked about Riley Jenkins, Spencer froze up.

“You remember Y/N?” He said stiffly.

Diana didn’t notice her son’s change in tone, “Of course, you two were opposites but you got on so well. So sad what happened to them.”

The first guess was that she was referring Y/N’s repeated attempts at running away before Reid cut contact with neighbourhood gossip at age fourteen. He didn’t bother with a second attempt to understand what his mother meant.

“I don’t care about Y/N. I want to know if you remember Riley.”

“And I told you: Riley was a boy you made up.”

“No, Mom, he was a real boy who lived in our neighbourhood, and somebody killed him. And, I don't know, I think-- I think that dad might have had something to do with it.”

“He was real?”

“Yes. And...”

“He was on that little league team, too.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

The whole case was surreal - “case” being a very loose term.

When they got into his office, Spencer thought that perhaps things might simmer down a little. Unfortunately, as soon as his father spoke about their history of similarity in appearance, Spencer’s usual comfort of statistics and facts on the elderly and pets failed to conceal his abandonment issues.

William Reid was clearly affected by Spencer’s accusations, calling the idea of fitting the profile thus being Riley’s killer “absurd”. Furthermore, he was confrontational when asked for access to his files and demanded a warrant. Coupled with Lou Jenkins’ absolute certainty that William was not involved in Riley’s murder and Penelope asking him “you sure about this?” concerning invading the aforementioned files, Spencer was very close to snapping.

“I really wish people would stop asking me that.”

Then there was the envelope posted beneath his motel room door. Suspicious timing aside, there was a brand-new suspect basically handed over on a silver platter. One Gary Michaels whom Spencer couldn’t remember him but he couldn’t be sure that he didn’t know him. Uncertainty being the feeling he hated the most.

This man could fit the profile; his previous of exposing himself to a minor was a precursor to molestation. But that wasn’t what Spencer wanted to hear from the shady file slipped to direct his attention away from William.

Garcia reported back about his father’s drives, “No kiddie porn, no membership to illicit websites, no dubious emails, no chat room history.”

“What about his finances?”

Hotch joined the conversation, “We went back ten years. No questionable transactions that we can find.”

Spencer sighed while Emily decided to crack a joke: “Well, he did buy a ticket to see Celine Dion six months ago, but I think we can overlook that.”

“He’s smart. Is it possible he kept things under the table?” Spencer persisted.

“Well, of course,” Hotch answered, “But from what we can tell, Reid, he doesn’t fit the profile.”

“We can tell you other things about him, if you want to know.”

A peace offering on behalf of Emily. Clearly she had improved after her night out and subsequent hangover. Spencer gave the go-ahead and Emily listed her profile:

“He's a workaholic, he actually logs more hours than we do. He makes decent money, but he doesn't spend a lot of it. He has a modest house. He drives a hybrid. He doesn't travel much. He stays away from the casinos. Um, and according to his veterinary bills, he has a very sick cat.”

“He appears to spend most of his free time alone,” Hotch added, “He goes to the movies a lot, and he reads. And from his collection of first editions, it seems his favourite author is-”

Spencer interrupted his boss, “Isaac Asimov, I remember that one.” He pressed his lips together. They were right; William Reid did not fit the profile.

Garcia piped up once more, “He does have one other major interest. On his home computer, he's archived, like, a ka-jillion things on one common subject.”

“What?”

“You, kiddo. He's got, like, everything that's been published online. Every article you've been quoted in, pieces you've written for behavioural science journals, He even has a copy of your dissertation.”

“He's keeping tabs on you,” Rossi said, That's saying something.”

But Spencer smoothly dismissed this attempt to make excuses for his father, “Yeah, he googled me. That makes up for everything. I'm going to get some air.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

After getting said air, Spencer went to the local bar and began playing an computerised poker game. His paying attention was only to distract himself, clear his head with something he knew he could control. And thankfully, a chance interaction with a lady at the bar spawned the inspiration for a sporadic hypnosis session.

Doctor Jan Mohikian allowed them a session. Reminded of the limitations that a four-year old’s memory could provide, not including the bias he already had as a son and a profiler, Spencer lay on the couch. His feet hung over the end so that his head could be comfortable in a pillow. There was no time for self-consciousness with Rossi in the room observing. He closed his eyes and felt his hand be placed upon Doctor Mohikian’s body.

She spoke low and calmingly, “I want you to hold my wrist in your left hand. And if you should feel any fear, I want you to squeeze, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Go back to the night you were just telling me about. You're at home, in your room. You can't sleep because your parents are arguing.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

 His eyes were closed still, but the couch shifted into a bed. His bed. A floor below, the faint shouting between his mother and father was heard. There was someone else there too. A child wailing, and it wasn’t him.

Suddenly his father was at his side, touching his arm, saying, “I know you’re awake. Daddy loves you; you know that?”

Spencer didn’t want to be there, and then it was the following morning.

Putting his glasses, the room fell into focus. His mother was there, she didn’t see him because she was too busy looking out the window. Her body language told him that this was not a meltdown, but what she saw was distressing. She’d been crying. As she walked away into the house, she hid her face as if she knew Spencer was watching and she wanted to hide her reaction from him.

Spencer ran to the window the second Diana had left the room.

His father was in the back garden and burning clothes. A bloody shirt, a tiny cardigan, landed on top of the pile already set alight.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and wake.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

 And Spencer was shocked out of the scene, back to the doctor’s couch and gripping her wrist with an iron grip. Rossi was by his side, bringing him back to peace with his voice.

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

 Derek was clearly disturbed that Spencer was very set on his father being a paedophilic murderer as much as he had been that Spencer was taking something that was said after his mother’s fit seriously. He continued however to assist with Rossi in Spencer’s investigation.

As if everything else hadn’t been hard enough, the captain took some time to agree to holding William Reid in custody. Finally, he settled for twenty-four hours. William was as resistant to the questions as he had been upon the initial reunion. All he could say was that he didn’t hurt Riley. Spencer wore him down, getting him to drop the Gary Michaels bomb plus the threat that he “didn’t want to go down that road”.

Garcia’s search of Gary Michaels’ DNA on the databases brought to light that their suspect was dead. Buried across state lines, beat over the head with a pipe or bat, and the body was discovered in 2001.

“Maybe it wasn’t Riley’s blood on the clothes he was burning.” Derek was about to hang up when Garcia began to speak again, a new discovery ready for her team.

“Also, Todd found something in your father’s finances. There was a standing order for a therapist, specifically a child therapist from 1985 to 1995. I thought it was for Spencer, but William left when you were twelve, and these sessions continue irregularly after he left you!”

“Who was the patient?”

“One Y/N L/N. Local to North Vegas, born 1980 to Shelly and Finley L/N.”

Both Rossi and Derek looked away from the phone to Spencer and he knew. He knew he’d have to face another villain from the past – like a knight in one of Y/N’s stories.

“Still alive?”

“Yep, already pulling up an address. There’s a lot of short leases attached to this name. Lucky for you, they keep going back to live with their parents.”

Spencer wasn’t entirely sure that he could handle two bitter reunions in one day.

“We’ll send off the fingerprint while we visit Y/N. They could have been a potential victim of Michaels before he died. They might know something.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

It was a normal home in a normal neighbourhood. Spencer had never visited Y/N’s house. Their play-dates were always at the park.

“Hello, Mr L/N,” held up their badges, “I’m Agent Derek Morgan, this is Agent David Rossi and Doctor Spencer Reid. May we come in and ask you some questions?”

“Sure. My wife is uh out at work at the moment,” Finley opened the door wider and stepped aside for the trio to enter, “I’m the house husband as it were.”

Looking about the kitchen, Spencer spied several photos of an adult Y/N but very few of them as a toddler and even less as a teenager.

“You have a child, Mr L/N?” Rossi asked.

“All grown up now, Y/N,” Finley smiled with a nod. Then he squinted at Spencer, “You’re not related to William Reid by chance, are you?”

Masking his bitterness, Spencer said shortly, “He’s my father.”

Finley seemed in awe at the prospect, so Derek redirected the conversation back to the matter at hand, “What was Y/N like as a child?”

Nodding still, like a bobble head, Finley looked weary at the notion, “Troubled. They were very young when they withdrew into themselves. Used to run away from home a lot. I don’t know what happened, but Y/N never told us.” He then jumped to protect his child’s reputation at present, “They’re doing better now, went to therapy and they’re doing very well for themselves.”

“I’m glad to hear.” Rossi replied.

Finley continued his defence of Y/N, “They’re a published author, they write fantasy things for kids and young adults. We’re very proud of them.”

“Did Y/N know Riley Jenkins when they were a child?”

“Riley Jenkins, that’s Lou’s kid who died, right?” Finley sought confirmation and, when he had it, he spoke, “Not personally. I think they might have played at the park once or twice. Before he died, Y/N would play with anyone. But you… you know that.” And Finley gestured to Spencer, much to his disgust.

“Is Y/N in the area?” Spencer asked briskly.

“Well, they’re due for a visit in a few hours. They went on holiday.”

“They still live with you?”

“A month ago, they got a new flat in the city. But they’ve got their own room here, for whenever they need it.”

“May we see it?”

The wallpaper was barely visible beneath exam revision notes, posters of Fresh sheets on the bed and the clear space on the floor were the only tidy things about the place. It was a haven of organised clutter.

A chess set caught Spencer’s eye. It sat upon the windowsill, recently dusted. The pieces were not that of a classic set; each was painted prettily but with enough error to indicate it was a personal touch.

“You and Y/N were close then?” Derek was holding up a photo album. Upon inspection, the photograph the page was open on was of Spencer and Y/N dressed up for Halloween as Doctor Frankenstein and the Monster respectively – accurate to the book of course.

“Yeah, ‘were’,” Spencer turned back to the chess set. He didn’t bother to ask when his friends had figured out he knew Y/N.

Rossi decided to further test the waters, “You think that Y/N could have killed Riley?”

“Of course not. A four-year-old couldn’t kidnap, tie up, rape, and kill a boy their own age. No violent history that indicates they would ever do something like this. Do I think that Y/N knows something about what happened and my father is trying to keep them quiet? Yes.”

Rossi moved beside Spencer, picking up the knight. Except it wasn’t a knight. It was a wizard of some kind in purple robes.

“We’ll stay up here for a bit then go down once Y/N’s inside and settled,” He gestured with the knight to the window. Spencer blanched as he spied a cab at the end of the driveway. The trunk was open and someone was retrieving a suitcase from within.

Y/N appeared around the corner, waving off the cab and turning to the house. Mr L/N appeared on the drive and they met in the middle for a hug. Over Mr L/N’s shoulder, Spencer could see that Y/N had grown into their chubby childhood features. They looked genuinely happy.

He would have to go through with it, but he didn’t have to like it. And he couldn’t go hide in the bathroom like with his father.

The trio plodded down the stairs when the sound of the front door closing was replaced with a joyous gathering in the kitchen. It all changed when Y/N went to take off their jacket and caught sight of the three FBI agents standing in the doorway. Taking out his badge, Rossi led the way.

“Hello, Y/N, I’m Agent David Rossi, this is Agent Derek Morgan, and Doctor Spencer Reid. We’re looking into the death of Riley Jenkins, and we were hoping to ask you some questions.”

To the naked eye, very little changed about Y/N’s appearance. To the three profilers, there was a visceral reaction: Y/N’s right hand started trembling, the hard swallow, the dropping of their gaze from Spencer to the floor.

“OK,” They said, a great deal quieter than they had been with their father.

Rossi sat next to Y/N at the dinner table. Derek was beside Rossi; Spencer stayed standing. Mr L/N stayed in the kitchen, at Y/N’s request.

“Can you tell us what you remember about Riley?” Rossi began.

“Not very much, I don’t really remember much about school.”

“Oh, you don’t?” Spencer blurted, “Well, I do.”

Derek glanced back at him with a look that just screamed “shut the hell up”. It seemed to cut down Y/N’s resolve, their jaw quivering.

“Sorry, can you give me a moment?” They stood up quick, the chair legs scraping loudly against the floor as they walked just as fast to the kitchen. Through the open door, Rossi, Derek, and Spencer watched Y/N grab a glass from the open dishwasher. The water from the tap hit the bottom of the glass harsh, crashing out like a wave of the ocean hitting a cliff. Y/N didn’t seem to care. Their hand dripped water onto the surface as they chugged back some of the drink before returning to the table with a topped-up glass.

“Are you alright?” Rossi inquired, leaning closer to Y/N.

They answered wearily, “Fine, just feeling woozy.”

“You’re a writer?”

“Yeah, you’re a writer too. My mom reads your stuff before bed.”

“Bit of an odd nightcap,” Rossi said with a little chuckle.

Y/N shared that smile for the briefest of moments, replying “You’re telling me.”

From their pocket, they pulled out some painkillers, popping them back with a slug of water then speaking again. “I remember Riley was smaller than me. Still figuring out coordination, but he liked to play chase. I know he was killed; I didn’t find out how until I looked into it last year.”

“Why did you look into it?” Rossi gently probed.

Y/N rubbed two fingers back and forth across their head as they spoke, “I was back here, I felt sick so I went for a walk in the park, and I just remembered him tripping over while trying to tag me. No one ever told me what happened, just that he had to go away. I wanted to know what happened to him.”

“Are you sick often?” Derek asked suddenly, his voice soft to match Rossi. Spencer grimaced at the treatment Y/N was receiving but said nothing.

“Headaches and stomach aches mostly.”

“You get them whenever you come home?”

“I do. Figured I was allergic to something but never figured out what.”

That would have to be a very quick response, like a dog allergy. And coincidental, seeing as the symptoms didn’t start until they saw Spencer.

“Y/N?” called their father, “Can you come here a moment please?”

“May I?”

“Of course,” said Derek and Y/N was out of the room. Derek pivoted in his chair to include Spencer in his theory, “I think they know something, but they don’t know they know it. I think they repressed this memory like you did, Spencer. We should take him to the therapist, see if we can jog his memory.”

“You can’t be serious,” Spencer covered his face with his hands, dragging them down with irritation.

Derek was persistent though, “Spencer, like it or not, Y/N’s linked to this investigation. Put aside your differences for a moment, please.”

Spencer all but squawked, “Put aside my differences?”

“You have brought a lot of bias to this case. Let us at least pursue this lead.”

“Sorry,” Y/N interrupted Spencer’s retort, sitting back at the table, “He needed someone to get unhook the loft door. Mom usually does it.”

“That’s alright.” Rossi waved a hand dismissively. Once Y/N accepted that, he moved in with Derek’s suggestion, “You know, some people have strong physical reactions to memories, trauma. Maybe you’re not getting sick. You’re rejecting something.”

“Rejecting?” repeated Y/N. There was no doubt in their voice, more cautious curiosity.

Derek nodded, “A memory, repressing it, and your body has linked the physical responses to your home. We think it has something to do with this case, and we’d like to see if we can retrieve any memories you might have. Would you be alright to come with us?”

“Yeah,” said Y/N, though they didn’t sound too certain, “Yeah sure.”

The resigned, too tired look on their face, and Spencer felt a tug in his chest. A longing to see Y/N smile like they had when they first entered the house. He’d rather hate someone who was happy than someone who suffered the same as him.

Leaving the house, Spencer took a deep breath of fresh air.

“Spencer?”

He ignored Y/N’s voice for a moment, but he couldn’t disregard Y/N standing in front of him and speaking again, “Spencer, can we talk please?”

“I’m busy,” He said, already walking off as he pretended to call someone, “Hey Garcia.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

 “Hold onto my hand, use it as an anchor, and squeeze when you feel fear.” Doctor Mohikian accepted Y/N’s hand on her wrist and their silence nod as they lay back on the same couch Spencer had been just hours before.

“I want you to think back to your childhood, back to when you were five. You’re at the park, your parents are on a bench watching nearby to keep you safe. What do you see?”

“Spencer Reid.”

Derek and Rossi glanced at Spencer, who did not react. They kept quiet so that Y/N could immerse themselves in the hypnosis.

“What’s he doing?” Doctor Mohikian continued.

“Teaching me chess.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

Sat on opposite sides of the table, Spencer and Y/N’s eyes were glued to the chess pieces that were neatly organised between them. Spencer was thinking strategy. He could not say the same for his companion Y/N. They reached a hand out and hovered over the pieces before finally selecting their last knight.

Their tongue clicked as Y/N trotted the piece on the spot.

“What’s this one again?”

“The knight,” Spencer recited, “It moves two spaces up, down, left or right, and another step perpendicular to the first direction.”

“Brave creatures riding into battle,” Y/N narrated before continuing their clip-clopping to its new position, “Pawns in the game of war.”

Spencer didn’t understand how they were coming up with this whilst playing. Well, actually, he did. Because Y/N was clearly not playing to win. They were playing for the best possible story.

“Where do you think this story will end?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t know.”

“You’re lying,” said Y/N, pushing back the sleeves of their white cardigan, “Come on, you can tell me, with your magic powers.”

“It’s not magic. It’s logic.”

“That’s magic to me,”

Narrowing his eyes, Spencer decided that he should give his friend the information they sought: “I see checkmate in fifteen moves.”

“See? Magic! The gift of sight!” crowed Y/N, clapping their hands together. The cardigan sleeves fell back in place as they did so. Spencer felt his cheeks heat up; he dropped his head so he could smile in privacy while Y/N began to decide their next move.

“How’s your mommy today?”

Shrugging, Spencer said, “Better than normal. But that means a bad day is around the corner.”

Y/N nodded solemnly. “Do you want another ice cream? I got more birthday money.”

“No thank you.” Spencer moved the piece but was immediately intercepted by Y/N, “You’re getting better.”

“Fank you.”

“You’ll have to wait longer to beat me though.” And he snatched Y/N’s knight away, just as planned and much to Y/N’s dismay.

A new voice from their left spoke, “Hey you’re pretty good.”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

 Y/N’s grip tightened on Doctor Mohikian’s wrist, “Someone’s with us.”

“Who do you see?” Doctor Mohikian asked patiently.

“A man. He’s asking us if he can watch us play, listen to the story.”

“Do you want him to stay?”

“No,” Y/N flinched, “But Spencer keeps talking to him. The man won’t go away.”

“It’s OK, it’s OK, you’re safe, Y/N.”

Y/N flinched again, this time letting out a whimper, “He’s on the floor.”

“Spencer is?”

“No, the man.”

“What’s he doing on the floor?”

“He’s,” Y/N began panting, their face tensing and body jerking, “I can’t get to him. There’s glass in the way and the ground is shaking.”

“Y/N.”

“I can’t look, I’ll be sick! Whenever I see them, sick.”

“OK, you’re going to wake up in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”

Their eyes snapped open with the click of the fingers and Y/N leapt out of Doctor Mohikian’s couch. Their head aimed over the bin by the door and they retched. Nothing came up but their stomach continued to squeeze up

Spencer fidgeted in his seat, trying his best not to look at Y/N. The choice words of the session, three in particular, wrapped around his head.

“Floor”.

Y/N had seen Gary Michaels inside, somewhere that wasn’t the park.

“Glass”.

A window, Y/N was watching what Gary Michaels was doing.

“Sick”.

“Go away! I can’t look at you! You make me feel sick, you and your family!”

“Them”.

It wasn’t just Michaels in the room alone. They had been a witness to his murder.

Derek’s movement to help Y/N took Spencer out of his analysis. Sweaty, Y/N was led back to the couch, the bin between their legs, head lolling forward. Spencer tried to move beside them for questioning, but Y/N winced and began heaving again. He felt that ache in his chest again. He was causing this and nothing he could do would change that. Not until they both knew what happened to Riley and Y/N got help through it.

“What did you see, Y/N?” Derek asked as he replaced Spencer’s spot beside them.

With watering eyes, Y/N looked at Spencer, “The man we played with, he was on the floor. His head – thank you.” They accepted the water from Doctor Mohikian, gulping some back, “It was smashed in.”

The three agents left the room, Doctor Mohikian following after Y/N left to get some air.

“It’s logical to assume that Y/N tied that sickness, that repulsion because of what they thought they saw your mother be involved with, to you and your family,” Doctor Mohikian evaluated.

Interrupting again, Spencer stammered his way through his analysis, “That’s why they avoided me. They associated me with being ill. It’s probably also why they ran away so much; they had to get away from this horrible feeling they had associated with their home.”

Doctor Mohikian shook her head, “We won’t be able to use this in court, I told you when we started.”

Derek’s phone started to ring. As he answered, Spencer somehow managed to slip away for long enough to find Y/N. They were leaning against the ramp’s railing in front of the practice, their body lifting and slumping with each deep breath they took. Against his better judgement, he moved toward them.

“Y/N? Can I have your number?”

The breathing slowed again.

“I need it to call you with an update on the situation as soon as we get one.”

Without looking up, Y/N pulled out their phone and handed it over to Spencer. He punched his number in a new contact, using this time to gather the courage to maybe say something else. The hurt and pain went beyond him now. Y/N was suffering and had been much longer than he had.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Spencer said quietly, hoping that his didn’t add to the illness, “I hope you feel better soon.”

Their head still down, Y/N croaked, “You too, Spencer.”

“Spencer, get over here! We got a match on a print on Michaels’ body!”

 ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

“What makes you think Gary Michaels killed your boy?”

“He admitted it,” Lou Jenkins said, as monotonous as he had been for the last fifteen minutes of the interrogation.

Derek’s quickfire was on Jenkins instantly, “You beat a guy with a baseball bat, he's going to admit to a lot of things. How do you know he was the right guy?”

“I know. He approached another kid in the neighbourhood.”

“And how do you know that?

“I was told by a concerned party.”

“Who? Another parent?”

Jenkins leant back in his chair, “That's all I'm going to say on the subject.”

“Who was it?” Spencer suddenly spoke up.

Caught off guard at his interjection, Jenkins awkwardly parroted himself, “I told you that's all I'm going to say on the sub—"

Reid slammed his hands on the table, getting right up in Lou’s face, “Who was it?”

The door opened, Detective Hyde appeared, “Agent Reid?”

“Do not interfere with this interrogation, detective,” shouted Spencer, “This is not your case anymore!”

Once again, he was cut off. This time, by the arrival of his own mother, Diana, and her admission of guilt: “Spencer, it was me”.

  ---> ---> ---> ---> ---> 

  Of all the things this case had brought him, Spencer least expected to be sitting in a room with his mother and father together for the first time in years. To have Diana explain to him how she was involved in a child’s murder was also up there with the unthinkable.

But he stayed quiet and listened to her confession.

The reveal that she had seen Gary Michaels playing chess with him and Y/N, that she and got a feeling that something was wrong before anything had even happened, opened the story. Lou Jenkins’ involvement was next on the menu. Two days after the chess game, he drove Diana to Michaels’ house, disclosed his history of child abuse, and demanded she leave while he went into the house.

Upon reaching the point where she entered the house, Diana struggled with her words. William reached over and took her hand.

She described seeing Lou with the bat, standing over the body, slipping in the pool of blood, finding Y/N standing in the window and their face, their little face as innocent as the white cardigan that covered their shoulders and absorbed the blood from Diana’s hands as she shook their shoulders.

“And the rest... It's all dark after that.”

William continued for her. Diana came home and brought Y/N with her. Eventually he came to understand what had happened and decided that nobody could ever know.

“You were burning her bloody clothes,” Spencer concluded.

His father nodded, “But the knowing, you can't burn that away. It changes everything.”

“You paid for Y/N to go to therapy.”

William didn’t seem surprised that Spencer knew this, going straight into explaining: “They went into a dissociative fugue state after seeing what Lou had done. When Diana brought them home, they were just stiff. I asked them for their home number, to call their parents, but they started screaming and throwing up. We had to take them to the police station.” He mopped his brow with a handkerchief, “They needed help, but their parents couldn’t afford it. And they didn’t know what had happened. I couldn’t drag another person into this, Spencer.”

“Is this why you left?”

“I tried to keep us together, Spencer. I swear to you, but the weight of that knowledge, it was too much.”

“You could have come back. Could have started over.”

“I didn't know how to take care of you anymore. When I lost that confidence, there was no going back. What's done is done.”

“At least now you know the truth,” Diana made an effort to smile at her son

Choking on his words and the overwhelming remorse he felt, Spencer refused to look at his parents any longer, “I was wrong about everything. I'm sorry.”

And William said something that Spencer had been waiting for, for a long time, “I am, too, Spencer.”

  ---> ---> ---> ---> ---> 

  All of this was repeated when Spencer walked with Y/N through their old park the following day. Filling the final gaps in the memory would hopefully bring some respite to them both. Or at least maybe something to start the recovery process, easing Y/N’s sickness and Spencer’s pain.

“I’m sorry for my behaviour during this case,” Spencer sniffed, “When you said we made you sick, back when we were four, I thought you had seen my mom during one of her episodes and thought she was a freak, like everyone else.”

That stopped Y/N in their tracks, their hands coming up to cover their mouth, their eyes misty, “Oh Spencer, I’m sorry too, I’m so, so sorry I caused you so much pain.”

Spencer’s hands rushed up as if to create belated damage control, “It’s ok! I hurt you too. I made you sick.”

“That wasn’t your fault though.”

“It wasn’t yours either. We were kids.”

Almost pedantic, stropping, like a child again, Y/N moaned, “It’s all been such a waste. We could have been friends all this time!”

“We can be friends now,” Spencer pushed his hands down into his pockets to stop them flailing about anymore. His sentence was phrased more like a question.

One that Y/N gladly answered, “I would like really that.”

Sitting in the reply for a moment, Spencer followed up on his concerns, “How are you feeling? I mean, are you feeling sick again?”

“A bit, but I can handle it.”

Spencer could not see any changes in their behaviour from the day before. So obviously they were lying about that. But he didn’t protest. The lie meant Y/N wanted to stay with him, which was good - Spencer wanted that too.

They kept walking, only in silence for half a minute before Spencer broke it again, “I read your books last night.”

“Yeah?”

“‘The Siege of the Lost Faiths’ in Rogue’s Mask, that was our first game of chess.”

“It had by far the best narrative,” Y/N dragged their shoe a little on the grass before coming to a stop, “Do you still play?”

“All the time.”

They nodded over to where the old chess tables still stood, “Fancy a game before you go?”

Spencer grinned, “Just promise that this is the only setting where we’ll be on conflicting sides from now on.”

“Promise.”

Brushing the debris from the table, they both took their places opposite each other. From Y/N’s bag was revealed a box, spilling their painted chess pieces across the board. Remembering how they had stood in Y/N’s room, Spencer helped to set up the match. They took their seats opposite one another. Y/N was the green side, Spencer the purple.

Spencer moved first. After a second’s deliberation, Y/n moved their pawn.

“Isn’t there a story with this one?” Spencer said, an implicated teasing in his tone despite his shyness.

With an equally bashful eye roll, Y/N started their new story, “First begins the battle with the royals on both sides sending intrepid messengers to meet and pass along their deeds.”

Spencer took Y/N’s pawn. As he lifted their piece away, he spoke quietly, “One not as intrepid as the other.”

A gasp dropped from Y/N’s smile. He had never joined in the narrative telling before, always too taken up in the match to invest in whatever story they spun. 

“He’s not a coward,” They said, still smiling, much to Spencer’s delight, “Prisoner’s dilemma, he just couldn’t trust the other with his life.”

“Did they know each other before this battle?”

“Yes,” Y/N moved a knight across, stealing Spencer’s pawn, “They were brothers who once shared a crib and now they share a grave.”

Throughout the game, Y/N continued the story with Spencer asking questions just to hear them talk more. The maturity of the stories had grown just as Y/N’s voice had. They knuckled their eyes a few times, but they didn’t complain about the headache.

“I know what endings you like,” Spencer moved his rook, “Checkmate in five.”

Y/N didn’t seem to mind that little dig, “This’ll have to be a short story instead then.”

Spencer’s next sentence got away from him, trailing off the closer he got to the end of it, “You could write an anthology series, if we see each other again and play more games.”

Where Spencer’s voice disappeared, Y/N’s returned with invigoration, “That’s not a half bad idea, Spencer.”

The checkmate never came. Y/N diverted the ending into a draw.

“A peace treaty has been forged by the survivors, because too many lives have been lost to justify this violence anymore. If only they realised sooner that no blood had to be shed for peace to rule the lands.” And they smiled at Spencer, clearly chuffed as they leaned back in their chair, “Bit of an upgrade from the horse noises, I’ll say.”

Spencer rotated the purple knight – the illusionist – between his thumb and forefinger, “I liked the horse noises.”

“You should have said during the match! I’d recreate them, for you.”

One by one, the pieces were placed back into their box until the last piece remained in Spencer’s palm: the knight or Soren the Illusionist, distractions and deceptions but he loved the tricks that delighted most of all. Just like Spencer with his magic tricks but a little to the left. The character was always one of Y/N’s favourites. Some solace away from the pain of thinking of who he was based on.

Y/N pushed Spencer’s hand away, closes his fist around it, “Keep him. He was made with you in mind anyway.”

The information sank in and Spencer’s nose wrinkled with the little smile on his face as he cupped the little Illusionist, “I’m Soren?”

Nodding, Y/N confirmed, “You’re Soren.”

“But what about your set though?”

“I can always make and paint another knight,” and Y/N tilted the piece upside down in Spencer’s hand, revealing the signature on the underside, “You and him are the originals, it’s only fair you stay together.”

In a moment of pure instinct and nostalgia, Spencer clicked his tongue as he twisted Soren in time with the noise. Y/N let out a burst of laughter that dragged the air out of Spencer’s chest.

“Hey, do you wanna get dinner tonight?” He said, running out of breath very quickly as a result.

It had a similar effect on Y/N, “I thought you – don’t you have to get back to Virginia?”

“I have time for dinner. For you.”

  ---> ---> ---> ---> --->

 The bookstore was packed but the breath of the patrons was held as one. All eyes were watching the mini stage where a crouching figure lifted their head up slowly. A jump as the tension broke with the figure leaping up to their feet with a bang.

Y/N pushed up the brim of their cap. Snatching a deep green hoodie from the purple trunk – silver constellations painted on the sides – they swung it over their back before picking up the page where they had left off.

“Nasima looked up at Mason and said, ‘Well that was just unnecessary.’”

A burst of laughter shot through the pre-teens in the front row, spreading to the adolescents sitting further back who had grown up with the author’s other works, finally reaching the adults at the back where Spencer was fiddling with his cane. He adjusted the sleeve of his costume absentmindedly. He was just like everyone else in the room: captivated by how Y/N was so immersed in their reading.

They had just mimed kicking down a door, plus sound effects from their mouth. Swapping back and forth between the two conflicting characters arguing with one another, changing between the hoodie and the cap with every other line of dialogue and taking both off for the role of the narrator, it was certainly a workout.

An exaggerated breath was drawn into Y/N’s lungs, flopping over in a melodramatic state, which caused another laugh in the audience.

Spencer’s nose scrunched up as he grinned. He knew this was part of the scene; he’d seen Y/N rehearse this story in their sitting room. It was so much better to share this with an audience, for their reactions to fuel Y/N’s energy.

Y/N finished the short story A Battle of Bent Truths with a flourish, leaving the rest of the anthology for their audience to read in their own time. The kids were up on their feet first. Some of them were jumping up and down as they applauded with the rest of the shop. Y/N gave a big grin as they bowed, sweeping their cap off for extra drama.

There was a book signing and a photographer that followed, and Spencer waited patiently at the end of the queue, thankful that the store allowed him to bring a chair along with him. He was happy to entertain his godson and friends with a few tricks to pass the time.

“Another one please!” Henry jumped up and down when Spencer revealed his card.

A minor commotion arose by the photographer’s backdrop. There was a teenager was crying; she was clutching her copy of Untold Tales of Human Nature. Y/N was holding their shoulders, rubbing gently and speaking softly. Only half paying attention to his next trick, Spencer kept an eye on Y/N as they hugged the teenager, looking near tears themselves.

“Spencer?” J.J tapped him on the shoulder and Spencer realised that Henry was looking a little mad to have lost his godfather’s attention so easily.

“Sorry, Henry, can you pick another card please?”

When they reached the front of the queue, JJ went up first and took Henry and his pals up to see Y/N. They instantly recognised JJ and welcomed her with a tight hug. Henry was delighted to see his favourite babysitter and show them off to his school friends, boasting that they had read to him before today.

“They read me bits for bedtime, Mommy!”

“I know!” JJ tickled his cheek, “I read them to you too.”

“Who do you like better?”

“Mommy,”

Y/N gasped, dropping to their knees which made Spencer wince, “Henry, you wound me!”

Rossi approach next, knowing that once Spencer got to Y/N, they would not be left alone.

“You really know how to captivate an audience,” He kissed them on both cheeks, “Though don’t take offence if I don’t use the same tricks at my readings.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it! Thank you for coming.”

Y/N then caught Spencer’s eye and began meandering over to him with a smile they were desperately trying to stifle. Spencer rose from his chair, meeting Y/N in the middle.

“Hi, Spencer.”

With his free arm, Spencer flaunted his cloak, “Who is Spencer? I’m Soren the Illusionist!”

Giggles from his godson, his godson’s gang, his co-workers and friends, they almost caused Y/N to lose their composure. They held on just long enough to continue the banter.

“Oh, forgive me, you look so much like my boyfriend.”

“Hmmm, he must be very handsome,”

And Y/N burst into peals of laughter, waving their hands about, “OK, stop, stop, stop, I can’t.”

“Hey!” Spencer pretended to take offence, pouting as Y/N brought him into a hug.

“Don’t worry,” They kissed his cheek between giggles, “You are so very handsome.”

“To think you were once sick at the sight of me.”