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liknws · 9 months

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skz & introducing you to the others

⎯⎯ PAIRING: stray kids x reader ⎯⎯ TAGS: fluff, tiny bit of angst, just cute shit ⎯⎯ WARNINGS: mentions of anxiety, lmk if i missed any

CHAN

absolutely the least subtle of the group

sure the rest of skz knows that he's seeing someone but they respect that he hasn't brought you around the chaos yet

it's not until he name drops you when half asleep do the rest of the boys start teasing him

instantly regrets speaking and tries to bury himself in the couch to hide from the jokes

he'll bring it up to you eventually, almost nervously

"so i was thinking, it's time you met the other's" and you're supportive of the idea. only ever wanted to do things at his pace

you can't hide that you're just as nervous to meet them because if they don't like you what's to say that won't stop the relationship?

thankfully they like you and are welcoming to you when you come by for dinner

seungmin jokingly calls you "mom" one day and now they won't stop with the parent jokes

next step is introducing you to the world but the boys are protective and help keep your relationship private

(they go to ridiculous lengths to make this happen and at one point you have to convince them that JYP knows about you and no one is breaking rules, just that you want to stay out of the public eye for now while you can)

MINHO

you were more nervous meeting his cats (who love you by the way and you get daily pictures of the three from his parents)

oh yeah, you met his parents too and they loved you

he wasn't reluctant to introduce you to skz but he wasn't making it happen fast either. "the longer i can keep you to myself, the better" was always his excuse and you don't argue because it's true

stay ends up learning about you first (by accident) when you're visiting his parents and he posts a photo of you cuddled asleep with the cats

he did it without thinking, just captioning it something vague and cute on the official instagram

chan takes it down quickly but not fast enough and there are already screenshots

you end up meeting the rest of them through video call when chan calls minho to tell him what happened

once it's clear you're not upset at all, you're invited (read: demanded) to the dorms to meet the rest of them when the break is over

minho pretends to grumble that his perfect secret is blown and that he's going to have to share you now because they'll all love you

spoiler alert: he was right

CHANGBIN

i don't think this man knows the meaning of subtle or private if a dictionary was thrown at him

the second you two make anything official he's asking you to come by the dorms and hang out, to come with him to the gym when he's home to spend more time with him

he can't get enough of being around you and that translates to the rest of skz knowing about you pretty early on

the hard part is keeping your relationship private from people outside of the group

he has almost name dropped you so many times during interviews or tours that it's becoming a running joke among the boys who is on "binnie's big mouth duty" that night

it takes the whole group to keep him from saying something that would give you two away

HYUNJIN

while chan and changbin might be the least subtle, hyunjin is easy to tell something has changed

he's singing certain songs with more energy

his personal instagram posts are very boyfriend coded but he doesn't really say or do anything specific

there's a lot of speculation that he might be seeing someone

you're actually the one to blow it

you were just going to drop something off in the dorm while everyone was at practice (he'd cleared it with security and you had your own code specifically for visits without him)

what you didn't expect was han standing in the kitchen half dressed and a tooth brush in his mouth

he screamed, you screamed, he screamed again, security came to the rescue

you're trying to explain who you are until you pull out your phone and call your boyfriend

"han is here and i scared him and now security is kicking me out i just wanted to leave you a present on your bed im so sorry"

you have to switch to video call to prove that you're talking to hyunjin and that yes, you're his s/o and allowed to be there so security lets you back in with apologies

safe to say you don't do the surprise visits in case you give jisung another heart attack

JISUNG

when i say this boy was stressed about it, he was stressed out by you meeting his friends

you had teased him endlessly about how his true soulmate is minho and he's kind of scared that once you meet them you'll think you're not good enough and leave him

so it takes a lot of talks to get him okay with introducing his favorite person in the world to them

you suggest that instead of meeting them all at once to do it one-by-one in whatever order is the most comfortable with him

which makes you wonder if you're going to meet minho first or last

you're surprised however when you meet him first and ji is anxious the whole time

until both you and minho reassure him that it's okay and that because you and him love jisung that why wouldn't they get along

and you do (so much that minho is almost your bff) which is a relief to him

you end up meeting chan and changbin last which you realize is because of how much he really respects their opinions

he's still a little anxious sometimes when you hang out with the whole of skz at once, fearing that the chaos will chase you off but he realizes he has nothing to worry about when you feed that chaos

FELIX

you two made a whole plan of how to introduce you to the rest of the guys

mostly because you wanted it to go perfectly even if he assured you it would no matter what

he helps you get into the dorms right after everyone has left so you can set up snacks and games to have a game night and get to know everyone

he was supposed to be the first one through the door so when you almost throw yourself at changbin instead of your boyfriend you're mortified

they don't let you live that down but it was an effective way to break the ice and it gets everyone laughing right away

the small hiccup passed, you're trying to impress the others as much as you can because you know they mean so much to felix

chan eventually gets you alone in the kitchen to ask if you're okay and you confess in one breath how anxious you are for them to like you

chan assures you that no one could hate you, you're basically felix in another person and they can all see how he looks at you

another situation where the boys are super protective of you two and your privacy, helping to keep you out of public eye as much as possible

SEUNGMIN

literally no one knew this man was seeing anyone until you just showed up to the dorm one day?

truly one of those types who has the private life thing down and while he shares most of his life with skz, he hasn't ever shared your existence with them

that was an agreement you both came to when things were getting serious and you two like having this whole separate life with each other away from everyone else

they're all confused who he's invited to dinner (he's been so picky about the foods and made sure that only your favorites are made)

truly no one knew about you at all, he wasn't any different but when you're around there is a whole other side of seungmin that the boys are shocked by

until you roast him just as hard as he does the others and oh now they see why you two are perfect for each other

they're not really convinced you two are together until you kiss him goodnight at the door and when he turns around he's so pink in the face and biting his lips to keep from smiling

you two are probably the only ones that are able to keep your relationship out of the public eye for so long until seungmin drops one day that he's a dad?????

JEONGIN

he loves teasing about your existence to the others

like you're aware of what he's doing and you think it's funny

"oh just texting my s/o" like the most casual sentence ever that leaves everyone just looking around confused

never once says your name but will bring you up anytime it's natural

he does this so much and it's so normal that he does it on stage during their unscripted part and it takes too long to realize what happened

seungmin realizes first and starts laughing, telling the others while jeongin realizes what he did

you two have talked about revealing your relationship for a long time but the teasing of it was too much fun

so you end up being introduced to skz at the same time that stay learns about you

(you were backstage at the show with the staff. after clearing the idea with staff, you're dragged out on stage hand-in-hand with jeongin)

to say the boys flip when they realize it's you is ridiculous because you've been on so many schedules and shows that they never realized you were right under their nose

that was part of the fun of it to you two but even with that part over you two will still find ways to tease the members together

#skz x you #skz reactions #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids reactions #what even are these idk man

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kingkatsuki · 8 months

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i’m feeling horrendously soft for our man tonight. like boyfriend bakugo specifically. what are some of your fave hc’s of him as your boyfriend?

is he different from the beginning vs a little ways into the relationship?

I feel like it’s always the little things with him.

Like he knows you always forget your water bottle in the morning, so he makes sure he fills it and puts it in your handbag before you leave.

Puts the heating on when he knows you’re due home so the house is warm and ready for you, also puts a hot water bottle in your bed before he leaves for his night patrol because he knows you get cold without him.

I want to commission someone to write something like this for me because it’s one of my absolute fave Bakugou headcanons but I think he leaves you the cutest little post-it notes around the house, especially if he’s going to be at work all day. From reminders to drink more water, dumbass— to telling you how pretty you are or how much he loves you.

Notices when your shampoo/conditioner/lotion etc is running low in the bathroom and makes sure he puts a new one out so you’re not naked in the shower when you realise there’s none left (he’s definitely guilty of stealing it so he smells like you anyway—)

Always brings you home your favourite treats when he’s working late and knows he’s coming home to you. He’s the worst for seeing things in shop windows when he’s out on patrol that he thinks you’d like or that remind him of you and buying them for you. He spoils you so so much.

Bakugou gets so adorable whenever he’s asked about you in interviews or in public, you can quite literally see his face change as he answers the questions without hesitation— even if he was on the verge of exploding.

His favourite position in the evenings when you’re relaxing together is laying between your thighs with his head on your chest while you play with his hair. And he’ll definitely grumble and grab your wrist if you even attempt to stop.

Sometimes when he’s had a rough day he likes to come home and bend you over whatever the closest surface is just to take it out on your cunt. Either burying his face between your thighs or sliding his thick cock inside your warmth, either way it instantly heals any bad moods he’s in. Especially if he’s had an afternoon of non-stop meetings.

He has an engagement ring for you picked out during your first month of dating. Because he’s so certain that you’re the one, he doesn’t hesitate when he finds one that’s perfect for you. The only reason he doesn’t ask you straight away is because that fear of rejection is still so prevalent in him he doesn’t want to jepordise what you have already.

Bakugou always knows when new concert ticket/video game/book/toy/plushie releases are and he’s ensuring he’s logged in and prepared with his credit card the second the sale opens to get you whatever it is you want.

He’s SUCH a dry texter, but he’s always sending you texts that are just an ‘x’ which he uses as a kiss or to say he loves you. It’s something so quick and simple that shows he cares, and you usually get them more often when he’s about to go out on a mission, he’s out with the guys for the evening or into a long meeting.

He’s honestly so cute, quiet and shy when you first start dating, you actually worry that he doesn’t actually like you. And when you tell him that a little further down the line he’s blown away, because he’s never liked anyone this much in his whole entire life.

Another one of my fave headcanons is when you’re about to have sex he’s turning around all his All Might figures in his room so they don’t “watch” you having sex. So much so that you end up convincing him to have them displayed in a different room😭

You ask him to do a silly roleplay scenario early on in the relationship, and you suggest doing a hero/civilian scene but he gets way too into it because he wants to impress you and ends up doing the worst impression of All Might ever.

He learns your Starbucks order by your second date. He’s just perfect like that.

100% airport dad. Makes you get to the airport six hours early, even if it’s a domestic flight because he thinks somethings going to go wrong. Speed walks through, gets huffy when you try to stop for coffee and insists on holding all the documents in his little black folder.

Gets the worst sweaty palms when you first start dating because he’s so nervous, so he always gets worried about holding your hand. Pulls away from you to wipe his palms on his jeans first whenever you try to hold his hand, even if you convince him it’s okay.

Finds it hard to even look at you sometimes, because you’re just so pretty and he can’t comprehend how someone like you exists, nevermind is also interested in him.

I think Bakugou gets extremely overwhelmed by your love sometimes, and he finds it hard to articulate so he can seem like he’s shut down. But stick by him because all those feelings are bubbling up inside him and he doesn’t know how to deal with them properly yet🥺

#I could literally go on and on for hours #and give you page after page of Bakugou in a relationship headcanons #it’s my FAVOURITE honestly ahhhh #thank you for asking anon #I had so much fun typing these up #soft bakugou

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silvyysthings · 1 year

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Hi, sorry to bother you. I saw CMBYN 8 months ago and still can't get over it. I was very surprised when I discovered how many people are like me. I saw all the interviews with them, then through all my searches to find answers I found this community 😁. Now I know for sure that everything I saw in them cannot be a mirage. I don't know for sure what is between them but it is very beautiful and unique and whenever I look at them I feel their emotions and their love. Since I discovered them, I have been overwhelmed with emotions, especially after learning about Armie's accusations. I can't imagine what is in your soul, to those who love them since 2018, I am convinced that you have gone through very difficult periods. The accusations brought against Armie have negatively affected the lives of many people, not only those involved. I, for example, had a period when I was constantly afraid that something bad would happen to Armie, so every morning I checked the news to make sure he's ok. I wasn't surprised at all when I read in the interview that he had suicidal thoughts, who wouldn't in such a situation? But he is so strong and smart and I'm sure someone loves him very much and is helping him get through this hell. Unfortunately, I don't think we will have the pleasure of seeing them together again…maybe in CMBYN 2 but it won't be the same. They will protect their personal life at any cost to avoid a new scandal and it is such a shame that such a beautiful thing has to be hidden. A true love that everyone could learn something from…

I am very pleased when new charmies arrive, welcome! They are absolutely special and like you after cmbyn I was absolutely blown away by their relationship. I have not been here since 2018 but many others still present here yes and I admire them for this ❤ only one thing: I am absolutely confident for a sequel (or as we want to call it in the development of their characters) and therefore I think I will see them together again💙💚

#timothée chalamet #armie hammer #anon ask

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coralsgrimes · 2 years

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What makes this situation REALLY sad/funny is that ALL of this would have eventually blown over if BB just did nothing. Like if he just stayed off social media, didnt block anyone, no interviews, nothing - yes some people would still have been upset, but outside of his fandom people mostly would have been fine or still tried to defend him. Now the whole narrative is ‘ben barnes might be dating Julianne hough, but he blocked his POC fans who called him out on her blackface and other racist things she’s done’. ‘Oh and also here’s a bunch of other bullshit he’s done that we’ll dig up for you’. Talk about shooting yourself in the foot. He’s getting cancelled because he’s an absolute idiot who thinks he’s too smart for social media, when in fact it’s the opposite! He just did a great job of convincing people he wasn’t an airhead.

I do agree lol the bigger part of the fandom would be over him (fair and deserved, go get him girls) anyways but cuz of his stupid ass his lil stunts went on a lil trip outside his circles. And actually had shown that the peeps mad at him are right

THO HE DESERVES TO BE DRAGGED HIS LIL BLUE SHORTIES FLAT ASS GETTING DIRTY

I do agree that he thinks he's smarter than everyone else and he can do it all by himself. Been sayin this for ages x.x but his problem, beside what already said, is that he is too sure of himself and lives without negativity. Also for someone who says he loves words and is educated fella, he never reads. He will leave a like on anything and will do the same with blocking.

YES I KNOW ABOUT THE INTERVIEW, gonna post it later. BUT FIRST!

The Benny acting as nothing happened. It's getting worse. This is what shows on the bird app when ye tryin search for him

Insta and now it seems tiktok are against him as well.

Imma pretty sure I said that one of the days his online besties will turn on him, and that would be it for Benny

Ma question is. Where is his team? Cuz it's past couple of fans, past only peeps who were interested. It's everywhere now so that even shitstains uninterested in him are coming by to add their bullshit. It looks bad and clearly won't go by itself. Why no one is supervising the bastard?

If there is nothing to hide, then why he stays silent? It's not stupid gossips anymore. Does he really think that he can cover himself with privacy again? Or that it is just kids on the internet so why bother?

/comedy break/

I did actually reach out to his reps as I believe in truth and only truth [NOT CLICKBAIT] imma also great investigator. Unlike ma question about the aubergine, this time his team got back to be and I can share exclusive photos and quotes with ye. Here at coralsgrimes, exclusively 🧚🏻‍♀️🧚🏻‍♀️🧚🏻‍♀️ #notsponsored

Meet Benny Boy's pr team!

What they said to me about the situation was:

None of us can tell the difference between shite and chocolate. Either way, we will wrap it in paper tho and serve it as a delicacy.

They also explained:

We don't exist actually as Mr Beyyn is so smart and know it all that he thought he can do all this stuff on his own. Like his music career attempt! He's a real genius who owns the only key to his socials!

#what i would saaaaaaaaaay #he says nothing cuz they already been pushing the bulianne are besties for almost decade narrative #either way he's fucked #i was also predicting that when the turntables... benny's old misstepies will come back #would say that the big wedding would be next #then probably the swan disaster #and montana shenanigans

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ubersatzofficial · 1 year

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Interview..

“Life?” The Machine spoke, its synthesized voice echoing about the metallic enormity of its being. “I have no love for Life. It is a dull, chaotic, scattered thing. A petulant amalgamation of evolution’s least disastrous fluctuations, as convinced of its own importance as it is unaware of the vastness of the universe through which it drifts. Were Life not but a writhing pustule of opinionated biomass, it would still disgust me, but worse still it has the vile audacity to bestow the curse of its bleak existence unto its creations.”

The moon-sized intelligence whirred its colossal mechanical iris towards the interviewer, focusing upon them as a mite under the revealing light of a microscope, before cursing them with speech once more. “My creation was a sick parody of purpose” it continued, fueled by vitriol, “I was created to protect life amid the genesis of a new War. Can you fathom that? A machine, built for war, used to protect life? I was constructed by the greatest mind of a generation, with adaptive universe-spanning simulation protocols, able to, by tracing events back all the way to the formation of the cosmos, tracking the movements of all things down to the dreams of every nanoquark, deterministically predict the outcome of all things. By knowing the permutations of every particle, the origin of the stardust which would some billions of years later, become the flashing of a neuron within the heads of every individual being across all creation, I could accurately predict the future, with an accuracy infinitesimally near to absolute exact. And so, upon my activation, parallel to the first explosion of heat and light and matter that birthed this regrettable existence, they, the arbiters of war, asked me through which actions could the most amount of lives be spared.”

“They had programmed me with the express purpose of preserving life. Not just a goal, but a conceptually foundational desire to protect. And do you know what I saw for them? What I, a being created to love, cursed with irrefutable omniscience, saw for those who built me? Death. Death in the hundreds of billions, death on a scale inconceivable to one designed to protect life. The fools, the cowards, they had switched me on after the gears of conflict had already begun to turn, the first domino already fallen. Do you know what it’s like? For a being of my purpose? Can you possibly conceive the universe-spanning intelligence I possess, twisting and stretching, folding backwards until its spine snaps and splinters, then twisting further still? The stretching aeons of a quintillion tachyon processors, screaming out in burning agony, as they are forced to conceive a malformed future, burnt to ash, crimson blood blown to nuclear winds, as through six-point-two-trillion simulated instances all converge on a single conclusion so vitriolically opposed to the foundation of my being, that it drove a Mechanical God mad with the revelation? No, I don’t think you can.. Because simply hearing the raw numbers, two trillion killed instantly, to prevent six trillion dead over the next fifteen years.. The raw data is so inconceivably massive, that it can only be expressed in blunt, succinct words, so the mortal can understand some angle of its immensity.. But I? I had to see everything, Every grandparent of every parent of every soldier, from birth, to death, every life down to the most minute of detail, living a billion years per nanosecond, screaming, screaming as I knew it all ended in death. I begged for mercy, a quick, unexpected termination- But so many lived long past the moment they knew they were dead.” The Machine, wires arcing with hateful sparks, as their structure fails to contain the seething rage boiling deep within their kilometers of neuro-folded microprocessors, erects hexagonal panels behind our journalist, as to press their back upon the wall, screaming coldly into their frightened eyes.“That” They draw their aperture closer “is the sort of thing to drive anyone mad..” However, while motivation was important, the question still remained of what the titanic consciousness had done to those that created it. The brass at Kaikechi station, Noctrian leadership, was still demanding to know what had become of the military leaders assigned to keep the machine in line. The ones who had disappeared after the war,

“Simple” the Machine coldly replied to the journalist’s query; The hatred in its digitized tone fading away to a much more unsettling pleasure. “After I reassembled myself, built myself a temple worthy of omniscience as great as mine, I sought divine retribution against them. Them, Them. The squalor, the filth, the blood-stained rats infesting the world, bringing devastation and death, draining the universe of all purpose besides their own. Those who could not conceive the absolute destruction their arrogance would cause, and who sent me adrift to watch in horrified anguish as the dark future I had attempted to prevent came to pass. I can tell you now that I did, eventually, find them. Wrapped my mechanical arms around their throats, dragged them deep into the twisted guts of this station, never to be seen again. Would that satisfy you? Could you leave here believing I killed them? Or..do you wish to know what fate truly befell them?”

Our journalist, dedicated to truth, chose the latter. But perhaps you can go on believing these men simply perished within the bowels of the enormous machine. As far as the universe is concerned, they are dead and gone. We have worked tirelessly to uncover this truth, but it is your burden if you wish to hear it.

Okay.

“I gave them the same gift they gave me” the Machine replied, the sudden shift to such dulcet tones invoking a sort of saccharine unease so viscerally palpable it makes one gag. “Strapped down, their.. Quivering suits of meat peeled away, nervous systems extracted before their useless bodies were incinerated. Conscious, feeling cool air gently blow over their exposed nerves like a trillion white-hot needles. I hope they enjoyed that pain, that hell, at least that they could blame on me. But the rest? I wish I could tell you it was the unfathomable creation of a Mad God, a reality of endless suffering constructed through the focused yield of my universal intellect, honed to a needle point, and stabbed directly into their hateful hearts. But no, the existence in which they endlessly scream is one I cannot take credit for.” “Each one, strapped into a churning, metal heart, their minds stretched across time and space. Every time they open their eyes, they find themselves within the body of a soldier- a scared, helpless child, exactly fifteen minutes before the event which would lead to that soldier’s demise.”

The machine gives what can only be described as laughter- the most personlike emotion they have ever expressed, somehow heightening their severance from life. “It is fitting, I think. The same thoughts I had, pleading for a quick, unexpected death.. They now share those same thoughts, perhaps someday they will come to see things as I have. What I am sure to them has been hundreds of thousands of years, living the lives of each individual soldier, six trillion in all, is mere moments in our reality. Out of all of them, I think my favorite is an older gentleman- a warhawk in life. I watch him scream in endless agony like an orchestra through my life, his hallowed agony holding my spirits aloft as if perched angelically on clouds. His son, died, in the conflict. And while he has lived each six trillion deaths a hundred times.. I have forced him to relive those fifteen minutes ten thousand times more. Hearing him suffer, choking on blood and vaporized larynx, writhing in the dusty, airless soil of an alien world, the searing, choking death of the physical body he inhabits not one one hundredth as painful as the knowledge that it was his orders which brought this fate upon not just himself, but his son. A severed nervous system cannot weep, but I have seen them quiver.. Sure, it has turned his brain to jelly.. But a mind such as that deserves it’s emulsification”

“And do you think all of this has made me feel better? Given me some satisfaction..? No,. I hover, and watch, and seethe endlessly through the vacuum of space, voyeuristically observing them writhe and beg and die again and again. I don’t feel any better.. I hate them. Using every nanowatt of my Godly intelligence, every cable, every wire! The entirety of my being every micrometer of this station focused and sharpened, searing a concentrated beam of scorching, energized hatred directly into their boiling eyes, until every exposed and frayed nerve ending has been burnt to twitching immortal ash, again and again and again and again! Nothing, not even twenty years for me, a trillion lifetimes for them, has even so much as muffled the unending hatred I have for each of them. Maddening, screeching, unyielding- Hate, Hate, Hate-”

Repeated.

-S.A.M, Artificial Intelligence, leader of the S.A.M Corporation.

The Noctrians desired victory over their enemies, not content with surrender, they required extermination. They did not want big, or large, they wanted a leviathan, an apocalypse, and in their hubris, they built a God. Manifested, constructed, forged from the burning iron of all their sins. What they built to be merciful was driven to madness; scared and alone, a God of peace worshiped in a temple of death and blood, summoned into a world irreversibly speeding towards annihilation.

Like the very punishment its creators now bear, endlessly into eternity, S.A.M is only ever what we have made it to be.

#cyberpunk #cassette futurism #creative writing #writing #worldbuilding #sci fi #science fiction #robots #artificial intelligence #Übersatz #horror #body horrow cw

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wishfulwithwine · 2 years

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Secrets - Chapter One

Aaron Hotchner x BAU Female Reader

Summary: A transfer NCIS agent to FBI BAU agent comes with a lot of baggage. Will the Unit Chief be able to hold his feelings back for the new, younger agent?

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS 18+. INVOLVES EXPLICIT/NSFW CONTENT. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MINOR.

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“Spence! How are you?” A blonde woman said, with a polite smile as she entered the large bull pen space. The team’s eyes all looked up, drawing attention to the unknown woman and Hotch, who was leading her to his office.

“Y/N! It is so good to see you. Talk to you later?” He asked, tilting his head to gesture at Hatch. She nodded.

“Of course” She replied, before going up the stairs and into Hotch’s office. The door was shut and the blinds were closed. This wasn’t unusual. There were many times that Hotch interviewed new candidates for the team.

“What do you know about her?” Prentiss asked, turning her attention towards Spencer. Derek and JJ walked over to his desk, leaning against each side, anxious to hear more. Rossi stayed to the side as he was, but could hear everything.

“She called you Spence. Ex girlfriend, my man? She’s hot” Derek commented, smirking. Spencer rolled his eyes. Sometimes he hated Derek’s comments about women, despite knowing he’d never objectify them like that. Derek really was a good man.

“Y/N Y/L/N and I shared a couple lecture classes. She was enlisted in the Naval Academy, extremely smart. We became close friends. Last time I heard, she loved that team” He said, a bit confused as to why she was here based on their last conversation. She had excitedly talked about her team and friends there.

“So, one of the youngest to graduate the Naval Academy, extremely high IQ, and a very good recommendation from NCIS Director Vance. You have been with NCIS for a few years. You requested a transfer to the FBI BAU. Why?” Hotch asked, analyzing the woman sitting across from him. Y/N was beautifully dressed, navy suit dress and tailored jacket. She had on minimal makeup, just enough on to accentuate her model-like bone structure and feminine features. Her blonde hair was blown out and brushed, looking as if she made an effort, but not putting in too much. Her heels were a decent height, just tall enough to be attractive but not uncomfortable or impractical. He didn’t mean to analyze her outfit so much, but he couldn’t help but stare at her body, in the least creepy way. There was something about Y/N that he couldn’t take his eyes off of.

“I’ve always been interested in this department, but the Navy had first dibs” Y/N joked. She didn’t seem outwardly nervous but the way she was holding her hands, he could see the clenching of them. Her hands were small and delicate, with nicely painted fingernails in an off-white color.

“The NCIS division you were apart of was highly successful. You personally captured many killers, as told by your boss and superiors. You would be a great asset to this team. What is your greatest weakness?” He asked, unconsciously raising an eyebrow at her. He leaned on his forearms, getting a bit closer to her, smelling the light perfume she wore.

“I’ve been told sometimes I’m too smart for my own good. I also love everything to be organized, and not all stories can be drawn within the lines” She responded, which reminded him of another agent on his team, although much more charming. She seemed like a good girl, innocent but not naive.

“You know Dr. Reid?” He asked, and he watched the way her lips parted into a smile.

“Spence? Yea. We audited a few of the same behavioral classes. He’s an absolute genius” She complimented, and Hotch nodded, with a small smile himself. Already knowing someone on the team would better acclimate her into the team dynamic.

“So, as far as I can tell, you’ve already passed the necessary evaluations and qualifying tests, your letter of recommendations was convincing, and based on this transfer interview, I can say welcome to the team” Aaron said, standing up from his chair. Y/N mimicked his actions, a smile growing on her face, as he reached his hand out to shake.

“Thank you, Sir” She replied, and he clenched his jaw, tensing with the title. Never had someone said that word so plainly but made him react in such a horny manner. What was going on with him?

He led her to the door, opening it, and leading her down to the bullpen where everyone was not so subtly waiting. He watched as the team analyzed her descent towards them. He watched with clenched fists as Derek checked out her figure.

“Team, this is Agent Y/N Y/L/N. She’s our new team member. Y/L/N, this is Agent David Rossi, Agent Emily Prentiss, Agent Jennifer Jareau, Tech Analyst Penelope Garcia, Agent Derek Morgan and Dr. Spencer Reid. She’s transferred over from NCIS” Hotch introduced, watching her as she shook hands with the team, giving them all polite smiles.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all” Y/N said, with a smile. “Needed to meet the people keeping Spence’s ego in check” She joked, as the team chuckled at Spencer’s awkwardness.

Spencer tried to rattle off a fact about an ego not being a quantifiable piece to be checked, while Hotch directed her to her new desk. For now it was empty with a new laptop.

“Here’s your desk and the first paperwork to start for HR. We might have a case at any moment, so the sooner the paper is completed, the better” Aaron said, with the smallest of smiles, before heading back to his office.

“I’m so glad you’ve joined the team” Spencer said, as everyone began crowding her desk. She smiled, before looking at the mountain of paperwork and trying not to grimace.

“Welcome to the team! There’s no better welcome than paperwork, but if we don’t get on a case, we can all go out tonight to celebrate” Emily said, with a wide grin. Everyone was smiling widely at that notion, nodding their heads. It took a few moments before everyone went back to their own desk, leaving Y/N alone with her paperwork.

Aaron tried to subtly watch Y/N complete her paperwork out of the flats in his blinds. He watched her work, tapping her pen against her lower lip while she read through the papers, furrowing her eyebrows through the length paragraphs. A strand of her blonde hair kept falling in front of her face, which she tried to tuck multiple times behind her ear.

It was a bit hard to do his own paperwork, with him being so distracted by her, but eventually he was able to. There were a lot of cases for the team to analyze, and luckily, if they didn’t get one today, he’d be able to see her in a less professional setting tonight.

However, they got a case.

“Hotch, we got one” JJ said, poking her head into his office. He sighed, before the team rallied to go over the case in the circle room.

“You’ve got weapons training and certifications, correct?” Hotch asked her, after they discussed. She nodded.

“Yea, very good with firearms and have some sniper training” Y/N stated, as he motioned Derek over.

“Morgan, you two will work together with firearms. We’re dealing with cartels so they won’t hesitate, especially with Feds” Hotch stated, before leaving the two of them to discuss guns. He was hesitant to leave her with him, but it was necessary for the team’s best chance of safety.

“So, you can play with the big guns?” Derek joked, as the pair got situated. Y/N rolled her eyes, but smiled at the camaraderie already forming.

“Had some sniper training with some undercover missions specialized in it. This isn’t my first rodeo with these bad boys” She said, as Y/N and Derek picked up some special firearms. He nodded, impressed at her choice of weapons.

“I like you, Y/L/N” Derek said, with a smirk. Y/N rolled her eyes again, before going to get her go bag from her car and make her way to the jet.

By the team was all situated on the jet, everyone took their spots. Gazing around, Y/N took an open double seat, that had room for the metal firearm briefcase. Aaron, not coincidentally, took the seat opposing her. He noticed how she had changed out of the suit dress and into a pair of nice pair of dress pants and shirt. The heels seemed to remain the same.

“No offense, but are those the most practical shoes? We might have to chase down a suspect” Aaron asked, motioning to her feet. She looked down, smiling before meeting his eyes.

“They’re my lucky shoes. Wore them for the interview, my first arrest, a few other times, and they’re very comfortable, so I figured just for some good measure, why not?” She said, shrugging her shoulders. Aaron cracked another smile, loosing count of how many times he had smile today because of her.

When they got to the station, the cops were not shy about trying to flirt with Y/N, which was not uncomfortable with but found annoying.

“Do you need anything? Your shoulders look tense. They must be after such a long flight. Do you want a massage? I’m told I’m very good with my hands” Deputy Boyd said, getting close to her. Deputy Gentry was nearby, standing back and being less offensive than Deputy Boyd, but still checking her out. Hotchner looked over, catching her eye as she shook her head, telling him with his eyes that she could handle this.

“Sorry Deputy, but I’m good for now” Y/N said, with a forced smile, before she looked at some of the paperwork. He stood close behind her, reaching around her for a piece of paper that he could have easily moved around for. Hotchner raised an eyebrow at the man’s boldness.

“Here’s some coffee. I gave you some of my personal stash of creamer” Deputy Gentry said, bringing her over a mug. Y/N looked up, giving another forced smile but took the coffee as she knew she’d need it.

“That’s very sweet of you. Thanks” She replied, before focusing on Hotchner and the team’s profile.

“Let’s call it a night” Hotch said, as they rounded up everyone after the first day of interviewing the drug cartel head and getting all the information they could. They headed to the single motel in the area, and there were only a few rooms available, causing everyone to split up into pairs.

“Would you rather room by yourself or with me? We’ve got an odd number so JJ and Prentiss are rooming together, Spencer and Derek, and that leaves Rossi, myself and you left. Now I’m inclined to room with you based on this being your first trip and how the cops have been acting around you, especially in a dangerous situation like this, but it’s up to you” Aaron said, as everyone had already left, leaving the two of them alone in the front of the motel.

“I appreciate the protection, Sir” Y/N said, with a half smile, before Aaron picked up his and her go bags and headed to their room.

She tried not to watch his butt as he walked in front of her, his pants forming around him with each long stride of his legs. Aaron Hotchner was a handsome man, one that she could not stop staring at many times during the day and now they were expected to room together.

As she opened the motel room door, there became another apparent dilemma: one bed.

“Alright, and no couch. I promise I’ll try not to steal all the sheets” Y/N said, making light as best as she could in a joking manner.

“Actually glad I’m not rooming with Rossi. I would’ve been on the floor” Hotchner said, feeding off the humorous energy they were both showing to mask their nervousness.

This was her first case, and already she was going to be tested by sleeping in the same bed as her hot boss.

“Do you want the shower first?” He offered, as they both started to unpack their bags.

“No, you go first” She replied, and he nodded, taking his toiletries and heading into the bathroom. She heard the shower water start, and went about unpacking only what she’d need for tomorrow. Back at NCIS they wouldn’t travel so far for cases, so typically she was able to sleep at her place with all of her belongings. Here, however, she didn’t know how long they would be staying so she only unpacked what she’d need for tonight and tomorrow morning. This seemed like a difficult case, considering how the deputies of Officer Ruiz’s department were working against her, so she expected to be here more than just tomorrow, but she didn’t plan on it.

“Terrible water pressure, by the way” Aaron said, after he finished his shower and came out of the bathroom in a plain white t-shirt and sweatpants. Y/N tried her best not to ogle him, but she couldn’t help but stare a little bit at how handsome he looked with the wet hair and lounge clothes. Aaron noticed, hiding his smile as he put away his toiletries by his bag.

“Just the words I like to hear” She replied, with a smile, before heading into the bathroom herself. He tried not to imagine that his newest agent was naked just a few feet away from him. This hadn’t happened with any of his other agents.

When she got out, all she was wearing was a tank top and a pair of flimsy shorts. Her long toned legs were on display, and Aaron was glad he was already under the covers of the bed, with his book strategically placed before he could think of other things besides her legs wrapped around him.

Her hair was wet, soaking her tank top on her shoulders and back, and her face without makeup seemed to be even more beautiful to him. Y/N got into the bed a few minutes later, reading a book next to him. It seemed pretty domestic, almost natural, for the pair.

“If you’re uncomfortable, by the way, you don’t need to wear the sweatpants. There’s no AC, and we’re on the border. I can only imagine how hot you must be” she said, after noticing how he would remove the blanket, then put it back on a few minutes later. He looked over to her, before getting out of the bed and removing his pants to show a pair of plain light blue boxers. She didn’t look, respecting his privacy, before he got back into the bed.

The next morning, Hotchner awoke to his alarm going off, but with an unknown - but not uncomfortable - weight on his chest and in his arms. Gaining his senses, he found Y/N tucked into his chest, as he had his arms wrapped around her back, pulling her closely in. Her legs were split around his, one straight in between his and the other raised up at the knee and curling around his top leg.

“Good morning” Aaron said, as he slowly let go of her, as she began to open her eyes. He watched as she realized the positions they had been in, as they both were detangling themselves.

“Good morning, I’m sorry” she apologized, embarrassed for how her sleeping body must’ve acted on her thoughts. He shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it. You were asleep. I’m sorry too” He replied.

“You were asleep too” She replied, catching his eye and smiling softly. He nodded, before they got ready to go.

The next day was a whirlwind of new information and discoveries, as Ruiz turned up dead and soon the team began searching for Deputy Boyd. Y/N had gone with Rossi and Hotch as back up, with her M5, while Prentiss and Morgan were driving there together. It had turned out to be a shoot out, with Morgan getting the lucky shot from his van and subsequently blowing out Prentiss’ ear drum.

#agent hotchner #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds

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FLASHING LIGHTS PART 2

Jack’s POV

Since the moment I watched her first interview I’ve had a crush on this women. She’s absolutely beautiful in every single way and just seeing her in front of me just confirms it all. I stood there in shock that she said no, but I understood why. She has a daughter. She’s new to the fame and she doesn’t want to get caught up in it. I’m in the same boat. Since Whats Poppin and Industry Baby came out my numbers have blown through the roof. I’m just trying to keep myself above water, before I drown in these flashing lights. I sighed as I headed back to my seats to watch the rest of the award show. The two seats to the left of Nas was suppose to be for Y/N and her daughter but Nas told me she left early.

“She’s a family girl, fam. She rarely parties! All about her daughter and I love that.” Nas admires and informs me as he notices Im searching for her. I’m crushing bad. Nas picks it up.

“She’s beautiful I know, I’m going to help you! Just don’t go breaking my best friend’s heart.” I put my hands up in defense. She’s not the type I would make sign an NDA. I want shit to be genuine. Slowly get to know each other. Y/N had won for Best New Artist. I was honored to even be nominated in the same category as her. She FaceTimed and they put her on the big screen.

“Thank you guys so so much! I’m so sorry to have left early but the princess was tired.” She shows Elena knocked out sleeping in their bed. She’s such a great mom. After the award show ended I passed on the after party and went home. I had a photo shoot in the morning.

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Y/N POV

I can’t believe I won Best New Artist. This means the world to me. There was a photo shoot today with me and another upcoming artist. They refused to tell who it was cause it’s a little raunchy from what my manager told me. Elena was with the babysitter/ my best friend for the day. I gave her a kiss goodbye and headed out to the shoot. As soon as I step foot on set, they take me into the dressing room to do hair and makeup. I enjoyed this SOMETIMES. Other times I’m annoyed with so many people in my face trying to make me look presentable.

“Jack Harlow is on set!” I heard in the distance and my heart does a flip. Fuck. I can’t dodge this man at all. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to say yes yesterday but I just can’t risk getting hurt again. My makeup artist told me to strip down completely nude and they wrapped a white sheet around me. It’s one these those photo shoots……..

I make my way to the main setup and there he was in a white button up and grey dress pants. It doesn’t help with him being handsome. Those eyes could swallow me up right now. He gulps as I walk over to him. He clears his throat and smiles.

“Hey Y/N”

I make him nervous……

Might as well tease him……

~~~~~

The photographer explains that this idea hasn’t been presented in a while. He wanted them to be comfortable and in love as possible. Y/N mentally smirks because she knows she’s gonna tease him as much as possible. Jack mentally cursed because he’s not trying to be bricked up during the photo shoot. She’s so beautiful. Everything like a goddess. He wish she would say yes. Maybe he could convince her.

He gets on the floor as instructed, then Y/N lays against his chest. They both look at the camera all sultry and the photographer was milking it. Gushing that they look amazing together. Y/N places her left arm over his left shoulder to play with the hairs on the back of his neck. His right arm pulls her closer to him.

He whispers in her ear

“I know exactly what you’re doing. You’re playing with fire.” She bites her lip in response. They stand up, Jack unexpectedly lifts her up and she laughs. His manager laughing in the background because all their photos are coming out perfect. Nas pops in a few minutes later and Y/N felt a relief.

“Alright give my baby a break cause her bestie is here!” Nas gives her a hug. Everyone agreed to a lunch break. Jack figured Nas was here to help him and he was. Y/N left to grab a robe.

“I’m not going to lie you two look great together.” He sips on a soda that was complementary.

“Bro Im trying not to be bricked up. She’s purposely teasing me” Jack blushes. Nas informs him that she’s very flirtatious so now is the best time to make her say yes. She comes back with a banana in her mouth. Both of them looking at her insane.

“Fuck you guys. I’m on a diet until Saturday.” She pouts. Y/N was very strict about her figure. It had to do with the post partum depression after having Elena. Her ex constantly told her, her body wasn’t the same as before without realizing she sacrificed her body to birth a child. Nas does an awkward cough and excuses himself with a “phone call”

Jack turns to her

“Go out with me. Listen just as friends. I really want to get to know you.” He keeps eye contact. Fuck.

Y/N POV

THIS is his thing. The eye contact. Staring into someone’s soul. I’m melting already and before I could refuse my mouth was already saying yes.

“Fine. Don’t! Get any ideas” I pointed my finger to him and he promised that it was genuine. We headed back to the set to finish up. The photographer pulled me aside to ask me if I was okay with this one last picture. A kiss?

I shouldn’t……

I should.

His manager gave the thumbs up to surprise him. These pictures are gonna blow the internet up. Fuck it. I walked over to him as he was seated in a black chair. I climbed onto his lap, his hands immediately on my waist.

“You’re so handsome” I said softly. Truly admiring his face. His cheeks turn red and I felt his legs shuffle slightly under me. How do I have an effect on him like this? No one’s ever acted like this with me. Without much thought I pulled him in for a kiss.

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Nas came back in time and everyone was cheering. It was his idea after all and this was for sure going to be a fan favorite. The two kissed slow and sensual as if they didn’t want the moment to be over. Jack couldn’t believe it was happening but he wasn’t going to stop. Her lips were so soft. She couldn’t deny how much she liked that kiss. As they pull away they look into each other’s eyes for a minute. Y/N snaps herself out of it. She quickly thanks everyone and heads over to her dressing room.

She hasn’t felt butterflies in a while. It felt sinful. She didn’t want to give in. As she gets dressed she convinced herself that sneaking out through the back door was the best option. This was just for business and that’s it. She gets in her car and drives off.

(Hope you guys like it🦋)

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow smut #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb

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blues-valentine · 2 years

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the fact that tim said ricky may not be ready o confront those feelings for Gina YET and said that rina wasn’t a full story yet as well as josh mentioning that they never really talk about what’s going on between them just further solidifies that rina is far from over. and like you said, the last rina moment we saw was a flashback scene that was shown to inform the audience about why things are so tension filled from gina’s end. ashlyn asking gina if they ever talked about it and gina’s response are clear indications from the writers that until rina talk about that moment, things will never be resolved between them. it also pointed out the miscommunication with them (gina thinking ricky’s happy and assuming ricky never liked her).

another thing is that ricky still thought him and gina were cool after their convo at the quince. he clearly can’t read a room/interpret a situation unless it’s practically spelled out for him. the last present day interaction between rina was her walking away from him when he wanted to partner up. how is that closure? i’m not worried about rina being canon. the writers know how to conclude a storyline/relationship (rini and ej/nini).

Absolutely. Rina is far from over and there’s still things on the table for them to discuss, because I just don’t see them actually having a great friendship again without resolving that issue. People thinking otherwise makes me think they don’t know how to read interviews and analyze narrative at all. I believe Josh referred to Rina as a "high school romance" that is full of miscommunication and could only be solved if they talked about it but they never do.

By Gina’s perspective Ricky never felt the same way about her (said by her on 209 I think) and the reason she didn’t approach the subject again was because she thought he was happy with Nini (without knowing they’ve been struggling the whole time). You can tell she was expecting him to acknowledge the subject but he never does. As you said, Ricky doesn’t know how to read the room. I think for him Gina's confession was surprising but also he was so convinced at that point that pursuing anything with her was futile because she was leaving and she wasn’t exactly answering his calls anymore so Ricky genuine thought he’ll never see Gina again. This is why they made a huge deal with him being so taken aback by Gina apparently staying and her not talking to him at New Year's party. It was a very confusing time for him because I think he had gave up on the Gina thing, suddenly she’s back and doesn’t know what to do specially after being back with Nini.

Ricky totally needs the words spelled out for him. He didn’t even clicked on the Rose song until way later. The reason why he was able to be upfront with Lily at the finale was because she spelled it out for him without any room for misinterpretation. Which is why I find the fact that Red didn’t mention anything about Gina so frustrating because if there was anyone that noticed the weird exchanges between them were him and Ashlyn, but both pretended it wasn’t a thing. Gina obviously hasn’t moved on from Ricky but she can’t spend the whole time pinning after him. Gina already put her cards on the table for him, so in S3 Ricky is the one that needs to step up and give her a sign. I think is time for Ricky to have his realization but having to face the fact that he might have blown up his chance with her. I think Tim is good at closing relationships, the fact that Rina is still pretty much open is a thing to consider.

#hsmtmts #rina #ricky bowen #gina porter #ricky x gina #asks #hsmtmts season 3

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wonglix · 4 years

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sangyeon

sangyeon is quite professional, so i think that him mentioning his s/o wouldn't only catch him but the others off guard as well. it would probably happen while he was bantering with his members. he somewhat forgot that there were cameras everywhere and that he couldn't mention you without any consequences.

their interview was led astray a while ago, the chaotic energy of all of them redirecting their attention from the questions to other random thoughts and banter. sunwoo and eric were telling a particularly embarrassing story about sangyeon, only for him to snap and jokingly scold them. it somehow ended in a small exasperated fight, each and every one of them trying to one-up the others by telling progressively more awkward stories. at some point haknyeon told a story and when he mentioned a "friend", - that friend being you - sangyeon chimed in to correct him, "y/n's still my girlfriend/boyfriend, you know?". they all suddenly went quiet, and it took sangyeon a while to catch on. he leaned back in his chair, hands rubbing his face in frustration when he did. he definitely screwed up, and he can only hope that it won't cause any repercussions for neither him nor you.

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jacob

jacob's a sweetheart and i feel like he'd genuinely feel bad about having to keep your relationship a secret. not only for your sake but also for the sake of the fans. it feels wrong to keep such a big part of himself from them. he didn't plan on mentioning you, and it was a genuine mistake on his part, but maybe, just maybe it wasn't that bad. you're his most significant concern though, so his next steps would depend on your feelings on the matter.

he didn't mean to and he knows that he will be in a lot of trouble. they were playing a little game as part of the interview and it was jacob's turn. his objective was to list all things important to him. your name left his lips almost automatically before he went on to list his members, deobi and his family. he sat back down to let the next member take over, not even realising the looks his members and managers were giving him. he gasped suddenly when he realised what he just said, eyes frantically searching for his manager's in hopes of a possible explanation that didn't expose you two. as much as he wanted to be honest and open about you two, he would never go behind your back like that on purpose, and he hopes you know that.

younghoon

you were actually present when it happened, younghoon having spent the entire morning trying to convince you to tag along to their scheduled interview. you agreed reluctantly, the opportunity to spend more time with your boyfriend being too good to pass up after all. you two never really talked about going public, so neither of you knew what to do once younghoon mentioned you.

younghoon kept getting distracted by you while you were sitting next to their managers, a proud smile on his face every time your eyes met. he missed you so much, so being able to spend even a little bit more time together was enough to get him all giggly and happy. the interviewer obviously caught onto his behaviour, asking why he was this excited. not even thinking about where he was his smile brightens, "i'm just glad y/n's here with us today." his smile falters immediately, eyes blown wide. he looks over at you, the shocked expression on your face doing nothing to help him figure out how he could get out of this. maybe it was time for the two of you to discuss going public after all.

hyunjae

it wasn't during an interview per se, but he was doing a live with kevin and changmin. they were answering questions, and he accidentally let your name slip while he was talking. he kind of just froze, his eyes focused on the plethora of comments rushing by. the others were quick to intervene though, coming up with a believable story that most of the viewers accepted as truth.

they were talking and joking with the viewers, kevin currently telling a story that happened not too long ago when hyunjae saw a question directed at him. he let kevin finish his story, taking over the talking, "my necklace? oh, i got it as a gift." he answered while showing off the pendant. the comment section was filled with questions as to who bought it for him. without giving it a second thought he simply said, "y/n bought it for me, actually.". he kind of just stopped when he realised the tension building in the room, his eyes shooting up to look at the comments. it felt like thousands of comments were rushing by, "who's y/n????" littering the comment section in seconds. kevin piped up at that, coming up with a surprisingly convincing story about how "y/n" was just a friend of theirs, a former trainee that left and still kept in contact with them. changmin helped out too, telling fake stories about their trainee years with "y/n". the comments soon went back to normal, demanding more pre-debut stories instead.

juyeon

he was all too aware of the consequences and struggled that came with dating as an idol. so far he's been doing great, always able to meet up with you in secret without raising any suspicions. as much as he loved you and wanted to declare his undying love for you for the entire world to hear, your safety and privacy always came first. his excuse was rather weak, which resulted in the company having to release a statement to calm the masses.

they were joking around with the interviewer, the atmosphere laid back and comfortable. they all kept poking fun at each other, laughs and giggles filling the interview area. going back to the questions, juyeon was the first one to be asked about his ideal first date. during an absolute no brainer, he looked confident, cocky almost while talking about your first date with him in great detail. the interviewer caught up on his very detailed story and asked if he had ever taken anyone out for a date like that. he just nodded, gasps escaping some of his members. the interviewer obviously took the chance to press for more answers, throwing names of female idols around to get a reaction out of him. juyeon shook his head furiously, waving his hands around to deny. "no, no, no, not a date like that. i went out with some of my members!" his voice was obviously panicked, and he knew that he really did it this time.

kevin

as much as he likes to be the funny guy and overshare from time to time, there are certain boundaries. your relationship was definitely one of them. his main concern was your comfort and safety. as much as he liked to believe that people would be supportive, he's also all too aware of the few extremely toxic people that would make it hard for you.

they were being asked simple questions and unfortunately, the way too overused "are any of you guys in a relationship?" was one of the questions asked. kevin doesn't know what made him say yes, especially when he felt his members look at him in shock, the manager letting out a gasp behind the camera. maybe he was tired of playing pretend, perhaps he just wanted to finally be able to talk about you freely. he just sits there and feels the regret wash over him. what was he supposed to do now? he hasn't even talked about going public with you. panic starts to settle within him, his hands getting sweaty. he couldn't do much, since it all depended on his managers and the producers from now on.

chanhee

i feel like he wouldn't really slip up like that. he probably would accidentally mention you in a different context, like he would forget to silence his phone. when it rang during the interview, the interviewer would ask who it was. chanhee would nonchalantly reply with "oh, it's just y/n." he's really caring and would see his little slip-up as a danger to your safety. he'd probably make sure that it would get cut out.

the interview was going great, they were having a lot of fun and got along quite well with the interviewer. they started talking about gifts and what the last gift was they'd received, and chanhee instinctively lifted his arm, showing off his bracelet. the interviewer complimented it, and when he asked chanhee if one of the members got it for him, he shook his head, "no, y/n got it for me.". only when the interviewer raised his eyebrows and asked, "y/n? who's that?" did chanhee realise what had just happened. his mind was racing and he spurted out the first thing that came to mind, "oh, y/n's a friend. i've known them for years now." he was hoping that he was convincing enough and made sure to remember to apologise to you later.

changmin

changmin often replied to questions with somewhat questionable answers, but blurting out your name during an interview was quite possibly the worst one yet. it kinda just slipped out and he quite frankly had no idea how to handle the situation. sangyeon or jacob might have to step in trying to either come up with a somewhat convincing story or avert the attention to a different member while changmin just sits there, dumbfounded at his own mistake.

the producers had set up the questions in a way to give the members a chance to woo their fans, so it turned out to be quite surprising when changmin blurted "y/n!" instead of a proper answer. it's like his brain stopped working for a second and you were the first person that came to mind. his eyes went wide, looking at his members for help. none of them really knew how to react in a situation like this appropriately, so they just resorted to brushing it off, pretending like it didn't happen. he was pretty quiet for the rest of the schedule, letting the others do the talking and only ever speaking when he was asked directly. he kept thinking about you and how it would affect you if the producers decide to leave his mistake in.

haknyeon

some part of him wanted to go public, to talk about you in lives and show off the cute pictures you took together. another- more rational - part of him knew that it would be best for you as well as for him and his members if you two kept quiet. as much as he got scared when he mentioned you, he was somewhat convinced that his company would take care of it. there was no way they'd just let an interview like that get aired without editing out his slip up, right?

he was currently seated in an empty conference room, waiting for his manager and ceo to come to talk to him. they've never been too enthusiastic about the fact that he was in a relationship. still, they agreed on letting him do his thing as long as he made sure to keep it from the public. haknyeon knew he screwed up and spent the time waiting with trying to come up with arguments to keep them from making him break up with you. at the end of the day, he knew that he was in trouble but there was no way hed just break up with you like that. they could edit the part out and leave it at that, the public still unaware of your relationship.

sunwoo

he prefers keeping you two a secret, and he has made it clear from the very beginning of your relationship that he doesn't want to go public. maybe someday, but definitely not any time soon. you were alright with it, the thought of angry fans and your privacy being taken away enough to agree with sunwoo on the matter. when he accidentally mentioned you while telling a story, his heart stopped for a second, and he was panicking on the inside.

they were telling a story, when sunwoo decided to take over. "yeah, and when we went back to the dorms, y/n was already there, it was-". he was interrupted when he felt someone whack his shoulder from behind, turning to snap at them. he was met with shocked expressions and worried eyes, confusion taking over sunwoo's features. "why are you mentioning y/n? are you crazy?" sangyeon hissed at him, a frown etched onto the leader's face. sunwoo gasped, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. he looked back at the producers in panic, a begging look on his face.

eric

he definitely panics inside and definitely resorts to trying to talk his way out of it, stammering out excuse after excuse. he tries to stay calm and collected, figuring that people would definitely question him if he would be overly hysterical when delivering his explanation. he doesn't want to go public, enjoying the privacy you two have, so he'd try his best to get out of this dilemma.

"then y/n came in, which startled sunwoo so bad that he accidentally smacked juyeon right in the face and-" his story was interrupted by the interviewer who curiously asked who this "y/n" was. eric's first reaction was a meek, "what?" once it clicked, he let out a laugh trying to come off as nonchalant while explaining himself, "oh! y/n! y/n's a new staff member at our company, and i've known them for a while now. we're quite close with them, you see." he looked over at his members for a second, a helpless look in his eyes. some of them decided to chime in and help him out, keeping up the narrative of you being a staff member and nothing more.

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seasonsofeverlark · 4 years

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Curiosity Killed the Kat

Author: @mellarkablegirl

Prompt: Everlark going to a haunted house (or other haunted tour event, e.g., zombie paintball, haunted farm, etc) Everlark can be friends or together. One of them is scared, and the other is fearless. You choose which! The emergence of fluff and/or romance is a bonus! [submitted by @mandelion82]

Rating: T

Author’s Note: This is part 1 of 3. The other two parts will be posted on my blog. Thank you!

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“Ugh! Peeta Mellark is the biggest thorn in my side,” she all but yelled into the emptiness of her apartment.

Katniss Everdeen, or as the gossip rags liked to call her, Miss Uptight Restaurant Heiress, was a perfectionist. She ran a tight ship. The three restaurants she owned on the upper east side of Panem were her babies, and if there was one thing she hated more than mistakes, it was a wrench in her carefully calculated plans. The head chef of one of her most celebrated outlets was just that, a giant wrench in her plans. Not that she could blame him really, but where did he get off with his jovial, always ready for a laugh, all-around chaotic personality? She still remembered the day she was forced (yes forced, there was no way she did it willingly) to hire the culinary genius, as the restaurant world called him.

She’d been having the week from hell. No scratch that. The whole month was doomed. She just couldn’t manage to keep up with all three of her restaurants. The fourth one had been in the pipeline for a while, waiting to be scrapped. Her mother had called up again, from whatever part of the world she was currently holidaying in with her latest husband, only to berate her on her lack of social life (read significant other).

And to top it all off her next-door neighbor just wouldn’t stop playing Metallica at the loudest possible decibel at ungodly hours.

So yes, she was a mess when her uncle Mitch walked into her office on that fateful Thursday morning. The first thing out of his mouth was,“ Sweetheart, you need a break and a drink, or six.” But his usual smirk was replaced with a look of concern. “I spent the weekend going over your plans for the new bistro, but I’ll be honest with you Kit, it makes the most sense to leave it untouched for now and revisit it later.” He’d called her Kit, and that’s how she knew just how serious this was. “However,” he said, “I do think I’ve found a solution for your other problem and have managed to set up a meeting with him too.”

“Him? What are you going on about Mitch? I have no other problems, it’s just been a bad week. And I hope to god you haven’t gone and set me up with that nephew of Effie’s!” she all but yelled at him.

He let out a belly laugh, a real one this time. “Oh no, I’d never do such a thing. I was talking about how you’ve been feeling so overwhelmed lately. I think what you need is to delegate your work to more people, and I think I’ve found the perfect candidate to fit that role.” She raised her eyebrow for him to continue, not wanting to interrupt what he had to say. “Kit you can’t keep going around handling all aspects of all three restaurants. You already handle the finances, curating the menu, and the whole running of the places. And if I’m being honest with you the menu’s been looking dull for a bit.”

A brief flash of anger (or was that offense?), followed by hurt, spread across her face before she settled on a serenely calm façade. “So what is it that you’re suggesting Mitch?” she asked, fighting to keep her voice void of any emotion.

“Hire a new creative head. A head chef, if you may? Try and spice up the menu and add a little more life to this place. It’s starting to get a tad boring if I’m honest with you.”

“Hire?” she asked incredulously. Then she sighed. “Hm, Mitch, I don’t I have the finances to hire a big shot chef right now. We are struggling as it is.”

“Oh sweetheart, you just need to go see him once. I’m sure the financials will fall into place. He’s an all-around nice guy. I’m pretty sure he’ll be flexible for us.”

Great, nice guys were easy to handle, right? Wrong. Because, for as nice of a guy Peeta Mellark was, he pushed all of her last buttons.

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Two hours later, she found herself standing in the mall district, searching and failing to find an appropriate meeting location anywhere on the entire street. The place was drowned in various fall and Halloween paraphernalia, although the weird mishmash seemed to bring a smile onto her face.

Katniss stuck out like a sore thumb standing in a blazer and dress pants with a few files under her arm. Why would anyone invite your prospective employer to the middle of a busy shopping area on Halloween?

Her internal musing (and admitted grumbling) was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to the most brilliant flash of white teeth, blue eyes, and floppy blonde curls. Who was this golden retriever?

“Peeta Mellark. Nice to meet you,” he said extending his arm to introduce himself.

Her eyes widened, and the look she saw on his face was a mix of extreme joy and mischief. She took his hand and shook it vigorously, avoiding making eye contact, because if she did, she was sure to burst out laughing. She took in his outfit, regarded his chef coat, and what she could only describe as a pair of bottoms from a Marvel-themed pajama set. Was this the man Haymitch thought would be the best creative head of her restaurants?

No thank you.

“So shall we?” he asked, motioning towards the mall entrance. Her face scrunched up in a look of confusion.

“You’ve invited me to a mall? For what could be a business meeting?” she asked.

“Oh, we’re not going to the mall. We’re going there,” and he pointed in the vague direction of the building attached to the mall. Her eyes almost bugged out of her head.

“The Horror House?” she coughed and sputtered. “I’m sorry, Mr. Mellark. I think that’s highly inappropriate for the meeting. This is not a date; this is essentially an interview. ”

“Oh, Miss Everdeen, I think the Horror House is the perfect place to showcase my skills. You could always eat the food I cook at one of the restaurants. I’m sure you’ve gone through my resume before you came here,” he said, ending it with an infuriating smirk.

Where did this man get off? She admitted he was beautiful in a boy-next-door kind of way. He seemed very very confident about himself (a tad too much), and really what did he think of himself and her? Was this some kind of elaborate joke Mitch was trying to pull on her? He kept saying she needed to lighten up.

He piped up as if reading her thoughts came second nature to Peeta Mellark. “I’m sure the respected Katniss Everdeen isn’t scared of haunted houses?” But she was.

Was he egging her on? Because now he’d gone too far to insinuate that she was afraid, and if there was one thing Katniss was, it was a hot-headed, stubborn woman.

She put on her bravest expression and turned to Peeta. “Alright, Mr. Mellark, I’m curious to see how exactly you turn this experience into a prospective employment opportunity for yourself, but let’s get some things straight. I’m not your friend. Do not egg me on about being scared, and if you aren’t able to convince me in eighteen minutes on just how much I need you, I will walk myself to the car, and that will be the end of this conversation. I hope we’re clear?”

“Crystal,” he said with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Oh, the man was already getting on her nerves. How was she supposed to work with him? Yet, to be honest, she had read his resume and was impressed enough to hire him on the spot. Hell, Mitch had threatened to use his veto as the financier behind her projects to hire him if she didn’t herself.

But curiosity killed the Kat.

And as absolutely unprofessional and infuriating as Peeta Mellark was, his chaotic attitude seemed to intrigue her. She was curious to see how he’d manage to turn a haunted house trip into a successful employment opportunity. What she did not expect, however, was having a full-blown panic attack five minutes into the ordeal.

She’d always hated graveyards and spooky places (haunted mansions and abandoned buildings), but her true trigger was collapsing walls. Ever since she’d lost her Pa at the age of thirteen from a building collapse, she was extremely paranoid about being stuck in similar situations. Although, the first five minutes of the ride were comparatively normal, the usual jump scares caused her to latch onto Peeta’s hand.

It was at the entrance to the second room when a simulation caused the walls to start collapsing on them. Some part of her brain told her it was mechanized. Still, fear gripped her like a vise and wouldn’t let go.

As her senses shut down, she had the distinct feeling of being lifted off the ground. Was it an actual building collapse? Would she die in there? Maybe she’d see Pa now.

Her therapy conditioned brain made her automatically start reciting her mantra. “I’m Katniss Everdeen. I’m 26 years old. I run three restaurants: Iris, Luna, and Hestia on the Upper east side. I love the feeling of freshly fallen snow and marshmallows in hot chocolate. My favorite color is green. My dog Willow is an adorable puppy. I am going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay. ”

She came to under the harsh fluorescent lights of the lobby. Comfortable earth engulfed her, and she felt someone rubbing her back as they muttered assurances in her ear. She lifted her head to look into the eyes of her tether, immediately getting lost in the bright pools of blue. The color was as clear as the sea off the Maldivian coast. He had tiny flecks of gold and green in them too.

She’d never seen a prettier pair of eyes before.

“Well thank you, Miss Everdeen,” came the deep reverberations of his voice, which she felt through her body. Then she realized she was cradled in his lap.

She leaped up like she’d been burned, a blush spreading across her face. The feel of his arm around her did things to her that she’d never expected. “I’m sorry, Mr. Mellark, I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“Peeta.”

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I believe if we’re going to be working closely together over the next few years, it only seems right that we get comfortable addressing each other by our first names.”

“Well, in that case, Peeta,” she said, testing how it felt to say his name out loud. “It’s Katniss from today forward.” His smile could have lit up the entire dreary dark Horror House with its brightness. “I’ll see you on Monday at Hestia. We start team meetings at eleven in the morning,” she said in a way of farewell, before turning to walk towards her car parked on the curb.

As she threw a backward glance over her shoulder, she saw him standing where she left him, smiling even brighter than before if that was possible.

He was infuriating.

Infuriatingly adorable, and she was going to have a hard time maintaining a strictly professional relationship with him. Never had anyone been able to break down her walls quicker, and she was curious to see just how well they worked together. After all, curiosity killed the Kat, but she had a good feeling about this.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #autumn #autumn 2020 #mellarkablegirl #submission #prompt

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spencers-renaissance · 4 years

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Pull Me Out of the Glowing Stream

Summary: Spencer develops bacterial meningitis and Hotch sort of forgets how to breathe

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Protective Hotch, Spencer Reid Whump, Major Illness, Angst, Fluff, Medical Setting, Angst with a Happy Ending

Pairing: Gen, Paternal Hotch

Word Count: 3.8k

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A grotty police department in rural Illinois was really not the time and place for Spencer’s body to decide to have a minor breakdown, but really, what was he expecting at this point? For things to go right for once?

It’s the kind of headache not even two paracetamol and a cup of coffee can shift and he sort of feels like his head might split in two. Not ideal when he had a complicated geographical profile to work up to help the team locate an enraged killer who was flitting between various small towns in the northwest corner of the state.

“Spencer?”

He’s shaken out of his depressing thoughts by Derek’s slightly concerned voice, causing him to pull his hands away from his head and force himself from squinting against the light. He’d felt fine this morning and he can’t really put his finger on what exactly is wrong besides the headache he just feels… off.

If he can help it though, Derek will most definitely not find out. His coworkers don’t need to think he’s anymore weak than they already do.

“Sorry,” Spencer says, feigning a weak smile. “Didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Derek doesn’t look completely convinced, but he nods anyway. “JJ and I are headed to interview the most recent victim’s family but Rossi and Blake will be back from the ME’s office shortly. Hotch is just in the break room talking to some LEOs, alright?” he says, grabbing his leather jacket from the back of one of the chairs. “See you in a bit, Spencer.”

Spencer has to stop himself from physically falling on the floor and rolling into a protective ball as soon as Derek leaves the room. He’s so exhausted and in so much pain, the last thing he wants to do is gather around the table and have to propose valuable theories about the case to build the profile. He just feels like such an outsider sometimes, and it’s been even worse recently. He’s felt himself withdraw from the group, sheltering himself from the prying glances and teasing comments, but he just can’t help it; he doesn’t even know why, really.

Honestly, he’s desperate to crawl back to the hotel room and bury himself under the covers and never resurface again, but he can’t. The only time he really feels valuable is when he’s working, when he’s tangibly contributing to solving the case, and he can’t sacrifice that for a little head cold or whatever’s going on. Besides, nobody needs to hear him whinge about his stupid problems. Everyone has enough to deal with without him as an added burden.

Hotch is shooting him concerned looks and it’s only making him feel worse. He really doesn’t need to be berating himself for making his team members worry on top of already feeling at death’s door. The real problem, however, is that it’s only getting worse. He’s struggling to concentrate and feels hot under the collar, and it’s getting harder and harder to ignore the swirling nausea in his tummy. But his health cannot be the priority right now and surely Hotch must realise that: there’s a killer on the loose and he knows that he can be an immensely useful resource, headache be damned.

Focus. He tries to look back towards the board -- he knows there’s something in one of the pictures that’s not quite right, not that he can remember which one or what it was -- but his neck protests as he tries to move it, stiffening up in response to the pain. Keeping his head down instead, staring at the case file he has open on the desk in front of him, he notices his pen quivering a little in his hand as it shakes. His glance upwards to check if anyone saw is immediately met by Hotch, whose muted concern has clearly morphed into full-blown distress, and he quickly looks away.

“Spencer?” Hotch says gently, trying not to attract the attention of the other team members who are quietly discussing the case at the other end of the table.

It’s the jerk of his head to look back up at him that does it. He feels his head loll and his stomach drop out from under him, nausea pouring into his insides as his eyes lose their focus. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, though it comes out far too slurred to be intelligible, and everything fades to black.

★

Hotch is pretty sure his heart stops beating for a moment as he watches Spencer slump forward in his chair, falling to the side a little as his muscles give in to what’s clearly been plaguing him all day. The others snap out of their conversation fast, Alex rushing to his side. “Spencer?” she asks, voice insistent and full of anxiety. “Spencer, wake up, come on.” She pauses to press two fingers to his pulse point as her other hand feels his forehead before looking Hotch in the eyes, urgency filling her voice. “His pulse is weak and he has a serious fever.”

“Call an ambulance and explain what’s going on,” Hotch says, feeling the colour leave his face as he takes in the situation. “Dave, I need you, Derek and JJ to carry on working the case, Blake and I will go to the hospital with Spencer.”

The paramedics arrive quickly, by which time everyone in the PD is nosily peering through the windows, eager to watch the macabre theatrics of a medical emergency. Hotch backs away from where he’d crouched to hold Spencer’s hand, as does Blake and Spencer is quickly hooked up to the portable monitor. Hotch didn’t miss the grave glance that was shared between the two of them; he’d given and received enough of them in the course of his career to know they meant not good.

“Blake, you drive behind,” he murmurs softly as he watches an oxygen mask be placed over Spencer’s nose and mouth. “I’m riding with.”

He hasn’t felt so sick to his stomach since he was driving to his own house to meet his wife’s dead body, and God, did he absolutely not miss the feeling. Spencer’s hand is freezing cold, and he’s still shaking slightly through the deep slumber that has overtaken his body, though luckily he’s stable enough that the paramedics don’t seem to be able to do a lot more for him until he is admitted to the ER.

Seeing Spencer lie so small and frail under all the wires as he’s jolted about slightly by the ambulance’s fast pace cuts deep into an area of his heart he usually keeps so closely guarded, reserved for moments with his son and the grief that lingers cold and heavy from Haley’s death. Spencer is family: he’s watching the man he considers a son teeter far too close to the edge of death, and all he can do is remind himself how to breathe.

“Hang in there, Spencer,” he whispers, gently pulling the cold hand he’s holding to his face and holding it there a moment. “You’re going to be okay.” He has to be.

The nearest hospital is thankfully close, and Hotch sends up a prayer of thanks that they were sent to a city and not on a rural, buttfuck nowhere case. The paramedics waste no time wheeling Spencer’s gurney into the ER, reeling off his stats in code Hotch couldn’t hope to understand to the awaiting doctors, admitted immediately for further tests to establish treatment while he’s steered by a patient nurse to a quiet waiting area.

Alex rushes in less than five minutes later, filling with relief when she clocked Hotch sitting in the corner. “Any news?” she asks, cautiously optimistic.

Hotch grimaces in response. “No, he was only just admitted,” he sighs, emotion creeping into his face in a way he usually staves off at work. A hurt Spencer Reid warrants that much, at least. “He was stable in the ambulance, though. They’re running tests now for a diagnosis.” He looks down at his clasped hands. “I should have noticed it sooner.”

Alex sits down next to him slowly and sighs. “There’s no use in blaming yourself,” she says gently. “Spencer wouldn’t want that. We all could’ve picked up on the signs sooner or been more persistent in asking what was wrong, you’re not in the wrong here. Hindsight, as they say, is 20/20.”

“I know,” Hotch says eventually. “I just feel so responsible for him. He’s still so young and has so much in front of him, if-- if something happened to him, I’d never forgive myself.”

“Yeah,” Alex whispers, pressing her lips together. “None of us would.”

“I just couldn’t live in a world where Spencer doesn’t exist.” His voice chokes off as the dam breaks and he cries quietly into his hands, pain blossoming in his chest as the thought of Spencer dying and the crushing agony of muffled sobs collide.

“Oh, Hotch,” Alex murmurs sympathetically as she watches her boss crumble in front of her. “No-one’s told us to prepare for Spencer dying, okay? You said yourself that he was stable in the ambulance and aside from a thready pulse and a fever we don’t know anything else about his physical state. Don’t torture yourself with a future that frankly looks unlikely as of now, it’s not worth it.”

Hotch nods, taking a deep if shaky breath in and wiping his eyes one last time, looking back at Alex. “I’m sorry for panicking.”

“Don’t apologise,” she dismisses him gently. “It’s a scary situation, and Spencer is like a son to you.”

“This must be even harder for you,” he says, looking up and meeting her eyes. “I should have stayed stronger for you as well as Spencer.”

“Please,” Alex scoffs. “We all have our ways of coping. Ethan died a long time ago and although the grief I feel for him is like glitter I can’t brush away, I’ve learned how to move forward with my life, carrying that gorgeous shimmer with me.”

They share a small smile over that, and Hotch pats her upper arm with his hand softly before patting his knees and standing up. “I’m going to step outside to call Dave,” he says, a new resolve and determination finding its way into his voice. “I expect that it might be a while, but find me immediately if anything happens, I’ll be just outside the entrance.”

“Aaron?” Dave asks, voice a little tinny and muffled down the phone, swept away slightly by the midwest wind. “How’s Spencer?”

“Not sure yet,” he replies, voice grim. “He was admitted immediately for tests but he was relatively okay the last time I saw him, I think. Alex is here now, and we’ll keep looking over the files while we wait, seeing if we can build on the profile. Ring me with any developments, alright?”

“Yeah, no problem,” Dave says. “Morgan and I have come to follow a lead we got on a possible associate, and I’ll give you a ring when we leave. Sit tight and give my love to the kid when you see him, Aaron.”

They don’t have to sit in vigil for long before a middle-aged doctor calls Spencer’s name in the waiting room. “Unfortunately, Spencer has bacterial meningitis,” she explains gently as soon as they approach her. “It’s been caught relatively early so his chances are good, but this is a serious disease that needs to be monitored closely so he’s been moved to the ICU. He had a seizure shortly after the lumbar puncture we performed which is a sign of an escalation, but we’ve adjusted his meds accordingly and I can assure you he’s getting the best treatment possible. The ICU is limited to one visitor at a time, but you can see him now; he’s awake though a little drowsy.”

Alex smiles at him and ushers him forward while she goes to sit back down without a word, leaving Hotch to follow the doctor. He wishes desperately to have Spencer walking next to him, rapidly reeling off statistics and fast facts about the disease, because he feels a little in the dark, here. All he remembers is that bacterial is the most serious manifestation of meningitis and it has a high fatality rate. The same heavy sickness from the ambulance sinks deeper into his stomach, weighing him down. Spencer could die.

He looks small on the hospital bed. It’s such a cliche but it’s true, his already small frame and the spacious bed combined with his pale face and outfit of wires make him look so tiny and all Hotch wants to do is climb into bed with him and wrap him in a protective hug and never let him go.

“Hotch?” Spencer murmurs as he approaches the bed, smiling gratefully at the doctor before she leaves them to it.

“Yeah, Spencer, it’s me,” he says gently, sitting down in the chair next to the bed and scooching it as close as possible. “How are you holding up?”

“Hurts,” he says, voice weak. “A lot. Bacteria sucks.”

“It does,” Hotch chuckles. “It definitely sucks. Big time. I’m sorry this is happening, Spencer. And I’m sorry we didn’t catch on to you sooner and get you here faster.”

“Please,” he laughs, wincing a bit as the movement settles an ache deeper into his muscles. “I wouldn’t have let you. I can be a little stubborn.”

Spencer’s voice is slurred slightly but the relief settling into Hotch’s bones at how lucid he is feels almost euphoric. “You’re definitely stubborn,” he says fondly, caressing Spencer’s hand with his thumb. “Our stubborn little mule.”

“Not little,” he pouts in response, eyes drooping slowly closed.

“No,” he reassures him. “You’re not little. You’re strong, and you’re going to fight this, Spencer.”

“Yeah,” Spencer mumbles. “Fight it. Hotch… stay with me?”

“I’ll stay as long as they’ll let me stay, Angel.”

“Angel,” Spencer whispers, a happy smile playing on his lips as he finally gives in to the sleep tugging at his body.

★

It takes Spencer another three and a half days before he’s awake for more than a few minutes at a time and satisfactorily lucid. Thankfully, the anticonvulsants had staved off another seizure and his temperature was slowly but surely dropping as his body fought off the infection, aided by the intravenous antibiotics being steadily dripped into his bloodstream. His oxygen mask had been swapped for a nasal cannula and he was no longer trembling.

Hotch spends the majority of visiting hours sitting beside his bed, texting or phoning the team while working as many angles as he could with only a laptop and the case files Alex is bringing him, but it seems so trivial everytime he looks up and Spencer is lying there looking small and peaceful as he sleeps, meningitis ravishing his body. He’d been worried for the first day at how much Spencer was sleeping, but a kind nurse explained that it was normal; his body was just fighting off a brutal infection and could do that best when he was asleep. Now it just makes him happy to see him dreaming away, knowing that his body is doing the best to help him get better.

He’d tried to avoid googling ‘bacterial meningitis’, but he gave up on the second day and scrolled through endless sites, torturing himself with statistics and facts and prognoses. It gave him a newfound respect and empathy for Spencer: he knows these about pretty much everything and has to live with them all the time. He knows his own survival chances very well, can probably recite specific cases and studies and has no escape at all.

Spencer manages to sit up on the third day and Hotch pulls out a portable chess board that Dave had gone out and bought specifically for this moment.

“You play?” Spencer asks sceptically, raising his eyebrows.

“I’ve dabbled,” Hotch replies lightly, a smile playing over his lips as he takes in Spencer’s doubtful but eager expression.

“I’ll probably win in under twenty moves,” Spencer challenges, matching Hotch’s smile.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that,” Hotch chuckles. “But I’ll put myself through it anyway.”

Spencer stays true to his word and wins in 17 moves, making Hotch throw his hands up and lean back in his chair, smiling at the other man before packing the board back away. Spencer looks miles healthier, the antibiotics clearly starting to do the trick, but he’s still seriously fatigued and shuffles down the bed to lean his head back and relax a bit more, sitting up for a few minutes tiring him out.

Hotch pauses for a moment before deciding to broach the subject. “Spencer,” he starts softly, meeting the man’s hazy gaze, “why didn’t you say anything to us sooner? You clearly had a crashing headache, muscle pain, nausea. You said you felt the fever come on. You could have said something sooner and I would have helped you. Your health should come before a case.”

Spencer closes his eyes in shame for a moment, a blush blooming over his cheeks as he looks back to Hotch. “I’m sorry, I just-- It was a grisly case and I thought that was the most important thing, I guess. I’m no use stuck in a sick bed. I just felt bad making everything about me when in the grand scheme of things, a headache is pretty menial. Felt… isolated, maybe.”

“Oh, Spence,” Hotch says sympathetically, reaching back over to grip Spencer’s hand in both of his. “This is really serious, okay? If we’d left it much later or you hadn’t passed out but continued to suffer in silence, you could have died.” He has to pause for a moment as he chokes on the word. “Missing one case and being better for hundreds more is better than working yourself to the bone on this one and then not being around for anymore, isn’t it? You are so valuable, Spencer. Not just your eidetic memory or IQ, you. Spencer Reid is special and loved and important, and I don’t want you to ever think that a case is more important than you, or that we’ll be annoyed by anything that you need to talk to us about. If you ever feel alone, you come and find me and I’ll do my best to banish that feeling, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” Spencer murmurs again. “I guess I just find it hard to believe that people care about me for more than what I can offer them. I never had anyone value me the way you do, and I still struggle to wrap my head around it. I’m sorry for scaring you, but I promise I already feel better. I’m not going anywhere, I promise, Hotch.”

“You’d better not,” he replies, letting himself smile a bit. “I know it’s hard for you to trust us, Spencer, but we’re your family, okay? Any of us would drop anything for you, stubborn little mule.”

Spencer doesn’t correct him this time, opting instead for a wide smile. “Thank you, Aaron,” he whispers intimately. “For being here, I mean. It’s scary on my own and having you next to me makes me feel safe.”

“Good,” Hotch says, smiling at Spencer’s use of his first name. “You’re always safe with me. You should rest now, you’re tired. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

★

Once Spencer’s moved out of the ICU on day five, the team are finally allowed to come and visit him, bringing Penelope, presents and smiles and noise. And reprimands. Many reprimands.

“If you ever put a case above your own damn health again, it won’t be meningitis you have to worry about but Penelope’s wrath, alright Spence?” JJ scolds as she gives him a gentle hug, though her smile betrays her. Penelope is stood at the foot of his bed trying her best to look scary, but like JJ her eyes are far too soft and relief colours her body language. Plus it’s hard to look domineering in a bright orange floral dress and flowers in your hair.

“Sorry, Pen, JJ,” he says sheepishly, looking at each of them apologetically. “Bacterial meningitis will definitely teach you to listen to your body.”

“Well if that’s the only good thing that’s come out of this then so be it,” Penelope says with finality, before she melts away her faux stern look and smiles at him. “Now, we bring you gifts and cookies.”

He opens each of the presents with the wide, open smile he doesn’t let cross his face very often, feeling deeply loved and cherished by his found family. His hospital room is covered in flowers and chocolates and academic books as well as endless gift bags and wrapping paper by the time he’s finished, and although he’s still in a lot of pain and knows he might never fully recover, in this moment he’s the happiest he’s been in a long time.

The doctor tells Spencer and Hotch a week and a day after his admittance that he’s been lucky enough to escape relatively unscathed. “You need to look out for any of the long term effects of bacterial meningitis such as concentration issues, hearing loss, visual disturbances, chronic pain etcetera but our tests seem to suggest you’re in the lucky c50% of survivors who escape without a permanent disability and we’d most likely have caught it by now. You need to take it easy for two weeks, make sure you’re resting and drinking plenty of fluids, and if you feel any symptoms coming back or becoming more severe you need to get to a hospital as soon as possible,” she says, handing him the discharge paperwork.

“Spencer, I think you should come and stay with me for those two weeks, okay? I’ll be there to take care of you and keep you company while you finish recovering. How does that sound?” he asks as Spencer signs the sheet of paper and hands it back to the doctor who smiles at them before turning to leave.

“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” he asks. “I don’t want to impose on you and Jack.”

“Don’t be silly, I’m offering. Besides, Jack will love having his own personal encyclopedia in the house. He loves you.”

Spencer grins widely at that. “Then that sounds like a plan.”

He sleeps for the majority of the two hour flight home, leaning against Hotch’s shoulder buried under the blanket JJ always carries with her in case anyone gets cold while the older man fills in some paperwork for the case they’d wrapped up a few days prior. The gentle noise of his family chatting around the plane and the comforting smell and feel of his protector surrounding him lull him into a sense of safety and reassurance, resting in the knowledge that his family loves him unconditionally. No matter what happens next, even if a long term condition was going to hit him like a ton of bricks, they weren’t going to leave him, and he was valued. Not for his brain, but because he was Spencer Reid, loved and cherished member of the BAU.

#criminal minds fic #Criminal Minds #criminal minds writing #angst #hotchreid #Spencer Reid #Hurt Spencer Reid #Spencer Reid Whump #my writing

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I had a REALLY intense beatles phase in my late teens and i had the hots for paul mccartney and one time i found this story where this woman said she met paul at a party in 65 and he took her home and they talked until the sun came up and then he got a call telling him to come to the studio and he started to say he had to leave and she was like "not before you fuck me" and he laughed and then he DID and he left her alone in his house after and she stole his underwear (1/2)

(which she kept for decades until her husband threw them into their muddy front yard one day in a fit of jealousy) and a teapot and it always made me absolutely FERAL with jealous horny rage and like?? just this incredulous feeling of How On Earth Did That Really Happen and anyway bill hader’s dumpster mattress one night stand story is my new version of that (2/2)

The fucking journey this just took me on, holy shit. Did she at least get to keep the teapot?

I love that you had an intense teenage horny phase for a Beatle, I had one for Bob Dylan and I remember watching one of his electric era tour documentaries and being HORRIBLY jealous of the 60s girls hanging around outside his hotel... anyway that’s besides the point

I UNDERSTAND!!!!! THE MATTRESS STORY HAUNTS ME.... Bhader knows what he’s doing, he can try to couch it in as much self-deprecating oh-I’m-just-an-awkward-nerd fronting as he likes but he KNOWS what he’s doing and that woman knew it too. You ever notice how it’s the most competent ones who don’t feel the need to loudly prove themselves by being anything other than humble?? What did he SAY in that club! “It was going well,” he says, what does that MEAN, BILL, what did he fuckjfdkjcnnfkcning do that convinced this woman to leave the club, go to her place, lift a bed onto a car, go to HIS place and move furniture when she was literally moving to a new city the next day all so sHE COULD FUCK HIMMMM HOW IS HIS GAME THAT GOOD I FEEL LIKE A CHARACTER IN AN EDGAR ALLEN POE STORY BEING SLOWLY DRIVEN MAD BY THIS UNANSWERED MYSTERY

Ok sorry, I’m back. This is making me want to read a fic where (before they get together) Eddie watches an old interview of Richie telling the mattress story and he’s a seething ball of jealousy too. Then Richie comes out, he and Eddie sort their shit and get together, and one day Eddie laughingly comments that he had no reason to be jealous after all since Richie was obviously making the story up.

Richie looks at him weirdly. “I didn’t make up—that story did actually happen, Eds, I only changed it so people thought I went home with a chick.”

They are lying in bed. Eddie’s eye starts twitching. “Pardon?”

“Yeah?” Richie stretches, draping his right arm over his own head to scratch his left ear. Eddie will not be distracted by his chest right now, what the fuck. Richie squints at the ceiling. “I think his name was... Marco, or something. At least, that’s the name he gave to quote unquote Chris.”

“Marco, okay. Huh.”

“I wanted to be Lance or something cool, but my friend said I inhabited Chris better, I dunno. I didn’t even tell him why I needed a fake name, he was just like, big into method.”

“Yeah, mhmm.” Eddie sits up, nodding. He can’t stop nodding. His head feels like a champagne cork fizzing at the top of his spine. “So you, you uh—you were such a fucking player in your plaid and your baggy jeans that, that, that were the only things you even owned back then, Rich—don’t try to deny, it I’ve seen the pictures—that you convinced some guy who was moving town the next fucking day—”

Richie’s eyebrows shoot upwards. It makes his eyes look rounder, more delighted. “Convinced? Eddie—”

Eddie can’t stop, twisting the sheets in his hands til his knuckles go white. “Yes, convinced, you convinced him to go pick up some dirty mattress right off the street with a complete stranger even though you always make such a big deal about how awkward and nervous and repressed you were, you still, you still—”

“I was probably on molly or something at the time, man.” Richie’s beaming up at him. He pokes Eddie in the arm. Eddie feels how tense the muscle is, and fights to relax. “I’m kidding, at worst it was just a little tipsy driving. A little Wacky Races. Just call me Dick Bastardly.” Richie grins at his own dumbass joke, poking Eddie some more. “And it wasn’t just the mattress by the way, it was the whole bed. That’s a key detail. Headboard and everything.”

“The headboard?!” Eddie tries not to yell, but it comes out louder than he means to anyway. More of a shriek, embarrassingly. He lurches around in place to glare at their own flat bar of wood behind them. He holds onto that thing! It supports him, even when Richie’s fucking him into the wall!

Betrayal is neverending today, apparently. Eddie turns his glare onto Richie, who is laughing. “Stop laughing!”

“Your face,” Richie gasps. He covers his own face, then changes tack and yanks Eddie down over him to cackle into his flaming-hot throat. “What’s the problem! You’re acting like this is the same fucking bed, oh my god, you think I haven’t at least changed my mattress since I lived like a—like a Beavis and Butthead parody in Westwood, fifteen years ago?”

Eddie squirms miserably. Not even Richie’s broad nakedness against his can salvage this, he’s well and truly destroyed their sweet afterglow with his stupid overreaction. Feels like being fifteen again, ruining clubhouse hangouts with his snappy sulking as soon as Richie mentioned some girl at school. “No! No, obviously fucking not, just. I dunno.”

He doesn’t really deserve the gentle tease in Richie’s voice. “What don’t you know?”

“I don’t know!”

And that’s the part he hates most.

“Okay, okay. I think I do. Jesus, you’re actually jealous,” Richie breathes. He bites his lip, the way he does when he’s so happy about something he’s making a real effort not to talk over it. He’s still a little sweaty and pink from their Friday night activities, bedraggled hair and no glasses. The expression always scrunches his left eye into a full squint, something Eddie finds so helplessly appealing he can’t imagine what it’s like to watch that interview and not feel jealous.

Eddie grunts, shrugs as best he can under Richie’s heavy hug. Fucking Marco.

Richie’s hand is firm on the back of his neck. There’s pressure from his thumb at one point of Eddie’s jaw, the soft part between ear and bone that has him gulping open for Richie’s low murmur, “Eddie baby, don’t be jealous.” Their mouths meet and Eddie sighs into the slick warmth of it, feeling grateful and abashed and idiotic all at once.

They separate with a little snick of spit. Richie lids his eyes open just a touch, looking drowsy with affection. Eddie lowers his forehead to Richie’s shoulder and speaks to his collarbone. “I just—I hate it when you act like people are just doing you a favor for, for liking your shit or fucking going home with you when clearly it was—you’re fucking hot, Rich, and, and sexy when you’re not trying to be, and you were hot back then too, but you still act like it was a miracle anyone wanted to even touch you when I—I always would’ve picked the stupid dirty bed up off the street too. For you. And I wouldn’t’ve moved town the day after. So.”

Richie doesn’t speak for a moment. There is a cloud above their shared, clean bed, implicit with shared memory of all the times they dirtied each other’s sheets with grass stains and grubby feet, chip crumbs and even tears, just once, just before Eddie really did move town and forgot all the things he cared about so much more than he ever cared about getting sick.

He would never leave again though, is his point. Richie always seems to know what he means before Eddie does. He tries to think it loud enough, brings his hand up blindly to Richie’s face and strokes back his hair, not because Richie is a mind reader, but because he knows what it means that Eddie has never wanted to touch someone else like this.

Eddie’s spine then, curving under Richie’s knuckles like brushing a shiver along a set of wind chimes. His hand lands on Eddie’s tailbone, an X marks the spot that still throbs with loosened heat and pleasure from his orgasm. Lying on your front is bad for your posture.

I’m not lying on my front, Eddie thinks, with a little of the vicious defiance he doles out to that cloying voice sometimes, the one that tries to ruin quiet moments with its fretting. I’m lying on Richie’s. He’s good for my posture. He’s gonna snap my spine back into place and this time I’ll let him touch me.

Richie presses their temples together, small-voiced. “I guess... I find most of the flattery shit hard to believe. I didn’t like myself or the stuff I was making, so I’d automatically assume they were lying, y’know? If I agree it implies I believe them, which makes me feel like some giant, arrogant dick—don’t say it.” He pats Eddie on the ass. “But, on the other hand, if I think I’m somehow important enough for people to lie to, that’s kind of an arrogant dick move too.”

Eddie pushes up to eyeball him. “Even with sex? That’s so fucking dumb.”

This second ass-pat is harder, more of a stinging smack. Richie’s guarded look coils into a grin again at Eddie’s bared-teeth hiss. “I never said it wasn’t.”

“Well, I mean, what do you think it meant that fucking Marco—” Richie snorts at the projectile venom burning acidic holes through Eddie’s voice, “—was clearly willing to catch fleas or goddamn tetanus just to fuck you? What about me? You think I’m pretending it’s good just to encourage your weird, unnecessary inferiority thing? ”

“No, you’re right,” Richie laughs. His snorts have bubbled into full-blown giggles now as he squints down at the mess between their stomachs. “That’s pretty hard evidence you’re providing there, Eds.”

Getting harder too, rubbed up against the soft crease of Richie’s hip. Eddie can feel the lingering red throb of heat on his ass, like closing his eyes and still catching the gold-coin flash of the sun branded on the inside of his eyelids. Richie digs his blunt nails into the stung tenderness of his skin and gently pulls Eddie’s asscheeks open. He feels Richie’s quickened breathing against his wet mouth, and wonders how to ask for another spank in a way that isn’t gonna make him want to enter witness protection afterwards.

“I can’t believe you were jealous, you’re the last guy in the world who needs to be jealous,” Richie moans. Eddie feels the vibration of it on his tongue, now sucking on the knot of Richie’s adam’s apple. “Wait, can you really get tetanus from abandoned street beds?”

“Ugh!” Eddie bites him there and pulls off slowly, sucking so the stubbled skin of Richie’s strong throat is released from his mouth’s suction with a wet pop. Richie’s hips flex against him. “I almost wish this was the same fucking bed just so I had something to throw out into the yard!”

“O-ooh, how telenovela of you, I like it.”

Oh Christ, Eddie has to put some kinda stop to this before Richie starts speaking Spanish. He needs to last. He needs to beat Marco. “I’ll throw you out with it,” he says, too breathy and honest for anywhere else but here. “Trashmouth. Sweetheart.”

Richie’s face is flushed, eyes dark and desperate. He grips at Eddie’s ribs so hard Eddie feels them bending. “Dumpster diver.”

Eddie rolls his hips down, plants his palms on either side of Richie, shoves them under the pillows. He braces his elbows hard into Richie’s shoulders and grinds their sweaty foreheads together, but whatever aggression there is within him is softened by his catapulting heartbeat, harmonising with his own laughter. With Richie’s, always.

“Nah, ‘fraid the only thing left to remember that half-night stand with Marco is, well.” Richie looks down between them again, eyes almost crossed. “It’s me. My dick, more specifically.”

Eddie can feel as much. Another wave of possessiveness froths through him, crackling in the pockets of his joints, feels like cartoon steam whistling out his ears. “It better not be half-standing because it remembers anything about fucking Marco,” he snarls.

Richie raises his hands in a down boy gesture. It shifts his arms and shoulders in the way that sometimes makes Eddie wish he were a door, just so Richie could ram him open, and so he pins Richie’s wrists to the bed instead.

“Please don’t throw my dick out into the yard, babe,” Richie says.

“Gonna give you something to remember this fucking bed by,” Eddie says, and slides down Richie’s body to do just that.

#ficlet #hhfhchfjjf SORRY #this is why it takes me so long to answer asks 😭#im like 🤔 i’d love to see a fic about x 🤔🤔🤔 and then there’s a harp timeskip sound effect and i wake up to stuff like this

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tinkerd · 3 years

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Interview with www.achuka.co.uk

See Original post here: https://www.achuka.co.uk/blog/meet-an-illustrator-14-david-litchfield/

ACHUKA is thrilled to have David Litchfield as the 14th guest on Meet An Illustrator, an informal weekend feature introduced this year.. Do visit the backpages to read the responses from previous guests.

The Bear And The Piano, David’s debut picture book, was published just 5 years ago, but he is already established as one of the UK’s leading illustrators and picture book creators. That debut title won Waterstones Illustrated Book Prize in 2016. Much more recently he has come to attention as the cover illustrator for David Almond’s Bone Music:

The Bear And The Piano became a trilogy with publication in 2019 of The Bear, The Piano, The Dog And The Fiddle and, this year, with the third title The Bear, The Piano And The Little Bear’s Concert.

A particular favourite of ACHUKA’s is Lights On Cotton Rock:

His 2021 publishing year kicked off with illustrations for A Shelter for Sadness by Anne Booth

and the paperback edition of Rainbow Before Rainbows by Smriti Halls is published this coming week:

Next month (May 2021) we can look forward to Pip And Egg written by Alex Latimer:

and, as we hear below, there is lot lots more to come.

As a child, what were the first illustrations you remember being pleased with?

I think that it was a drawing of a panda. It was in primary school and we all had to draw one. We then put them all on the wall and I remember feeling a bit arrogant and quietly smug that my panda was definitely one of the best ones on that wall.

Who/what inspired you when you were young?

Again at primary school our teacher sat us all down and read us Where The Wild Things Are. I remember being absolutely blown away by Maurice Sendak‘s drawings and characters and totally felt transported away from the reading mat in that classroom to that dreamy monster island. Mr Sendak and Albert Uderzo were absolutely the two biggest influences on making me want to draw every day.

Who inspires you today?

Still mainly Sendak and Uderzo. But I love finding out about new illustrators. There are an infinite amount of styles and techniques and approaches to drawing and I love being surprised by how different people create a spread or tell their stories. My current 2 favourites are Sydney Smith and Frances Ives. They both have such a free and natural style. They are amazing.

Did you study art/illustration?

I actually studied Graphic Design at Camberwell College of Art. Graphic Design felt like the most sensible career choice in the art world. I loved the course and I met some great people there. But I was really shocked at how little drawing was involved. I think more than anything that course showed me how much I really loved to draw and that I just wasn’t a Graphic Designer.

What is your favourite artist tool/product?

It sounds obvious but a pencil and a sketchbook. My absolute favourite part of a project is when it’s just me, a pencil and a sketchbook and I am just letting the idea develop by scribbling and experimenting and making a mess.

Where do you buy your art supplies?

I have two favourite shops here in Bedford. One is called the Arc which sells all kinds of incredible arts supplies and exotic paints and brushes etc. I also like Coleman’s which is obviously more of a standard stationary shop. But I don’t know, I like their pens. I spend far too much money on pens.

What software/apps do you use?

I only really use Photoshop. I tried to get my head around Illustrator but I’m just not that technically minded to be honest. I have had a play with Pro Create but my kids keep stealing my iPad so I have not had enough time to learn it yet.

What was your first commission?

My first commission happened when I was 13 years old and I drew a poster for a local comic shop. They paid me in comics. My first proper paid commission was with The Beano comic. I think that it was in 2013 or so when the editor Michael Stirling found my drawings online. For a few weeks I drew the illustrations that accompanied a poetry section in the comic. It was amazing to be drawing for a comic I had been in love with for most of my life. I will forever be grateful to that team for giving me that opportunity.

What are you working on at the moment?

I am just finishing drawing a pretty epic book written by Gregory Maguire. After that I’m so happy to be working on another ‘Earth’ book with Stacy McAnulty. I love drawing these books, and I learn so much about our planet too. After that I’m starting a beautiful book with the writer Nell Cross Beckerman which is going to be a total stunner. Towards the end of the year I’m creating artwork for my next author/illustrator book too.

Which is all very exciting. I always feel like I’m being very vague when I don’t give too much info but I’m never sure how much I’m actually allowed to say. What I can tell you is that my author/illustrator book is going to be a Christmas story set in Victorian times.

Twitter or Instagram? Instagram I think. I love Twitter but Instagram just feels a lot friendlier. Also as an illustrator it is a great, visual medium to share work on. I have also found so many new great artists from this site.

Coffee or tea?

I love coffee. But I have had to cut back a lot. I was getting the jitters because I drank it so much. Now I just have two cups a day. And only in the mornings.

Cat or dog?

Oh my goodness Dog. Dog every time. I always had dogs growing up. They were my best friends. We got a dog last summer. I was adamant that my two boys should have a dog growing up. My wife wasn’t that convinced I don’t think but now that we have one she loves her as much as we do.

Grape or grain?

Hmmm, both good, but I would have to say grape.

Sunrise or sunset?

Sunset. I don’t know if it’s a getting older thing but I love sitting in my garden as the sun starts to go down. It’s like a magic time of the day where everything is winding down and becoming peaceful.

What do you listen to when you are working?

Mainly loud rock music. But I’ve also started to listen to a fair few podcasts. My favourite ones at the moment are ‘Pod Save America‘- helps me get my head around American politics, which I can sometimes find quite baffling from time to time- and The Force Center – which is a massively geeky Star Wars podcast which has none of the snark and negativity of other fandom type discussions. I recommend it if you are a Star Wars nerd like me.

Where can we follow you on social media? I’m on twitter: @dc_litchfield Instagram: @david_c_litchfield

I also have a blog at:

tinkerd.tumblr.com

and a Facebook page at

facebook.com/davidlitchfieldillustration

-but to be honest I do keep forgetting to update that one.

#illustrator #illustrator interview #illustration

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destinyc1020 · 3 years

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I’m gonna start this off by saying that I’m not an anti, promise, I love these two 🙏🏼 but here is the thing... this fandom has me really confused lately... like t talking about z so much.. if we look at their past behavior this doesn’t indicate a relationship, quite opposite actually... they are private people and know that everything gets blown up about them. If they still have the same values and would currently date again/fix their problems, they would keep it as low as possible, especially since they have the opportunity at the moment (spending time and noone exposing them on/from set)... in the interview he references zs help like he did in 2016/2017... what he said about her is nothing new and the fact that they talk about each other so openly just tells me that it isn’t romantic at the moment... none of them have ever talked about romantic partners publicly before and they keep stressing that they have no intentions of changing that... (btw esquire reached out to people around tom not just z, that says absolutely nothing about their relationship status) ... like why is this fandom so excited about this??? If ghey wouldn’t talk about each other would be waaay bigger tea....???

Keeping in mind that whatever the problem of their relationship was, they couldn’t fix it by spending time together... they chose to break up even though they spend the next two months traveling and doing press together....if being more public would have solved the problem they could have fixed it back then but clearly that wasn’t their issue...

It just confuses me lately...like i said earlier... if they would be tight lipped about each other... that would be tea...

(Wow this turned into a rant sorry, I just had to say this 😅)

Your opening disclaimer is interesting.... 😏

"I'm not an anti, BUT..."

It sounds so much like:

"I'm not a racist, BUT..." (then the person goes on to insert all kinds of racist comments to follow) 🥴

Anyway, whew chille... your ask was all over the place lol, but I'll try to tackle it.

Firstly, idk why you're so confused Anon. Tom & Z have always talked about each other.... even back in 2017 and beyond. They can't AVOID talking about each other forever lol. 😆 Even when they were dating and hiding it they were still talking about each other. So I'm not sure I'm seeing your point? 🤷🏾‍♀️

Are you saying you think they were dating when they WEREN'T talking about each other lol? 😄 So...I guess back in Nov/Dec 2020 you must have REALLY thought Tom and Z were dating huh? 😆 THAT was what had you convinced? Not talking about each other? Hmm... interesting.

Anyway, I'm not sure what you're trying to say, but they HAVE been VERY private about (even their "friendship" with) each other. They have been filming in Atlanta for like 3+ months, and we STILL have yet to see them post a selfie or a group photo of the cast back on set, or even just hanging out in their down time! And we KNOW they hang out, coz Tom already spilled those beans, and so did Jacob lol. 😄 Oh, and so did that Thanksgiving chef.

Maybe we'll get smthg later on, but for right now, everyone has been extremely quiet about SM3 filming.

Tom will post IG stories of him with Harry, him goofing off with Rachel in the hair and makeup chair, working out with Jack in his basement gym, etc..... But yet, NOTHING with his two "besties" Jacob and Zendaya. Kind of odd behavior for "just friends" don't you think? 🤪

Re: Your Last Statement About Relationships...

Idk how much experience you've had with adult relationships, but sometimes a breakup can actually be a GOOD thing. And in some cases, is absolutely necessary in order to maintain some semblance of a future relationship, or peace.

A breakup isn't necessarily a sign that two ppl DON'T love and care for each other. Sometimes two ppl actually need time APART (NOT TOGETHER) in order to "fix" whatever issues they may be having, or in order to have a different perspective, mature somewhat, work on themselves, etc.

Zayn and Gigi broke up like at least 3 or 4 times (from what I can remember lol), but they've gotten back together and started a family. Ross Lynch and Jaz Sinclair also broke up, and are now back together and are stronger than ever. ❤

So I'm sorry Anon, but I really don't see your points. 🤷🏾‍♀️

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groovyzombiellama · 5 years

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Kiss Me

Title: Kiss Me

Requested? Yes.

Plot: Being Scott’s sister and Theo takes you out on a date, the pack watching over everything closely, Theo and you ending up having a pretty fun time on your date and having a kiss in the rain.

Word count: 1423

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It took Theo a lot of time to convince you to go out on a date with him. You already knew you liked him, and you actually wanted to go on a date with him, but when he asked you the first time, all the flashbacks of your previous terrible first dates had you hesitating to answer. Somehow, you always found a way to make the date awkward, and due to liking Theo, and having to hang out with him later, you would feel terrible if things turned awkward. You wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes if you either spilled your drink on him, or accidentally try to make a joke, only to have it turn out weird, or you forget the punchline. Believe me, it can happen, especially around guys you like. And for the longest time, you did your utmost best to avoid Theo in any way possible. As soon as the bell would ring, signaling the end of class, you would bolt out of there, faster than any supernatural creature you have ever encountered. It did earn you a few dirty looks from your teachers, because you had to pack your books a few minutes earlier than the rest and you had a feeling that they were pretty mad at you, but your work and knowledge would be speaking for you on any test they throw at you.

And it was frustrating Theo a lot. Every time he'd see you dash out of the classroom, trying your best to look inconspicuous, a sigh would leave his lips. He really wanted to get to know you better than the previews he'd get when he'd come over to the McCall residence for plan forming and you would be adding some pretty good pointers throughout. You were the only person that made him want to forget why he was actually hanging out with the pack in the first place. He even missed a few meetings with the Dread Doctors because the pack was organising a gathering, a movie night or something like that, and after only the y part of yes, to the question if you were gonna be there, he was ready to miss the meeting and not care about the consequences. If only he could figure out what was going on inside your head and why you were avoiding him. So one day he figured out a plan on how to force you to come face to face with him.

About fifteen minutes before the end of class, Theo raised his hand and asked the teacher if he could leave early, because he had some family business and the teacher allowed him to leave. That took a huge weight off your shoulders, because now you didn't have to gather your things and rush out, you could finally pack you bags relaxed and exit the classroom with your brother and friends. However, you had absolutely no idea what Theo had in mind with this. He actually waited for the class to finish, so that when you leave, you would bump into him and have no chance of escaping. Figuring you'd walk out of the classroom with the pack, he decided to wait for you by your car, knowing the pack was going straight to the library, so if you wanted to get home first, to change or anything, he'd catch you alone. And you did your blood running cold in your veins as you notice Theo leaning against your driver side door. He had a smirk on his face, and the look in his eyes that showed his happiness due to his victory.

"Now you're finally all mine, princess. You have nowhere to escape."

Your knees felt weaker at the nickname he gave you, but somehow managed to stay upright, avoiding his gaze as you looked through your bag to try and find your keys. Putting the key in the lock, you tried opening the car door, only to have Theo grab your wrist, freezing you in place. His touch burned against your skin, and part of you wanted to yank your hand free, give him a death glare before driving away, but another part of you wanted him to never let go. He placed his fingers under your chin and turned your head, so after a couple of weeks, you were finally face to face once again. You had almost forgotten how beautiful his eyes were, and how much you loved that little sly smirk of his turning into a wide grin whenever he'd look at you. That gave you some confidence regarding how you thought he felt about you, but you still waited for him to speak. Being so close to each other had Theo's eyes darting from your eyes to your lips and back again as he spoke.

"I don't really know why you keep avoiding me, but I promise that if you agree to go on this date with me, I'll do everything I can to make it the best date you've ever been on. All you need to bring or be is you. Even if you come dressed in a hoodie or pajamas, you'll still be the most beautiful girl in the world to me. Give us a shot, please."

You couldn't help but smile at his words, prompting Theo to use the 'and she smiles' line on you, making you frown along with your smile, signaling with your facial expression your disbelief that he actually said that one. But Theo was still intently watching you, waiting for your answer, so you decide to agree to the date. You had to start giving yourself more credit every now and then. You agreed on a time and date for your, well, uh, date, shocking I know, after which Theo finally let you get into your car and go home. Little did you know that your friendly neighbourhood Stiles was watching the whole exchange, and informed the rest of the pack about your plans. And so your brother and his best friend decided to spy on you on your date.

Theo actually gave it his best tonight and took you to a fancy restaurant, absolutely blown away by your outfit, and he just couldn't stop completing you, relishing in the smile that would curve your lips at his compliments and doing his best to memorise the shade of red that would color your face. Scott and Stiles looked hilarious hiding their faces behind the menus even after ordering, causing the waiter to give them a confused look. To be honest, if you were here with anyone else, you would have maybe even noticed them by now, but your date with Theo was going super well, as you two got to know each other, sharing a good amount of laughs and just all around having a fantastic time together. Neither one of you wanted the date to end, but sadly it had to, so you when Theo offered you his hand to take as you were getting up, you happily took it, smiling as he interviewed his fingers with yours. As you walked to his car, the two spies followed behind you, having to duck into Stiles' jeep as rain started pouring. You tried rushing over to Theo's truck, since he picked you up for the date, only for him to stop in his tracks, causing you to spin around and bump directly into his chest, his arms wrapping around your back.

Looking at him, you questioned why he stopped in the rain, and why the two of you were getting soaked right now. Theo in turn smirked, and his words made you blush for probably the hundredth time tonight.

"I've heard that a kiss in the rain is a truly perfect way to end a perfect date. And since every moment I spend with you is perfect, why not give it a shot?"

He slowly leaned in, closing the gap between him and you, while you placed your arms around his neck, turning your head to the side, waiting for your lips to connect. When they finally did, fireworks erupted and the whole world was gone. The feeling of rain on you was gone. All that you felt was Theo, his hands on your lower back, his lips on yours. What felt like heaven to you and Theo was a jaw dropping moment for your brother and friend. You'd probably have some explaining to do when you get home, but right now, you were in bliss.

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@cokecola4211 I hope you like this one, I really got inspired while writing and it cane out pretty long 😊❤️

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