#rethinking public spaces

[uzurakis]

Yess so glad to see more Sakamoto days fans 😏 may I request some Nagumo headcanons with him being in a relationship, kinda curious about how’d he be like in an argument with s/o

ೀ ׅ ۫ . YOICHI NAGUMO RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ?

SFW and NSFW under the cut!

n. i just recycled and elaborate the sfw ones from the asked i got from my 🎲 anon, added other things also. i love writing my stinky rascal . . hope u enjoy ^3^

the dynamic in a relationship with nagumo will be natural & playful so it allows the relationship to develop organically. your relationship with him is built on a foundation of mutual understanding and subtle communication. instead of a formal confession, his consistent flirting and genuine expressions of affection serve as his way of showing his feelings.

his love languages would be heavy on physical touch, means that he expresses and receives love most profoundly through physical closeness and touch. accepts pda; in fact, he prefers to take the lead. never let him take his hands off of you, somehow. pulls you by the waist and gives you a nosy kiss. he enjoys spending quality time, although his profession occasionally prevents him from doing so. however, he will make the most of his time with you while it is available.

really clingy in private. won’t let you get out off the bed by hugging you from behind. he’s also the big spoon most of the time.

he talks in his sleep when he’s comfortable with you, murmuring about how much you mean to him and lazy smooches here and there. likes to pretend to be asleep as well so you continue to caress him in bed when he’s ‘asleep’.

traps you in a hug every single time. nagumo just comes out of nowhere to hug you, not letting you go, and says “caught youu” and carries you in bridal style around the house.

if you love his tattoos, he definitely walks around naked in the house. also, the sign that he truly trusts you with all his life is when he tells you the meaning of each tattoo he has.

put your belongings at the topmost shelf so you need to call him for help or hides your stuffs in the most random places ever.

you guys have board and card games around the house. monopoly? uno? guess who? snakes & ladders? just name it.

i’ve seen so many times others saying he loves to play pranks, i definitely agree. intentionally getting you on your nerves just for him to apologize with another set of pranks. he’s just silly like that.

contrarily to beliefs, he likes to mull over after you guys argue and gives you space as he rethinks and reflects his actions. when he apologizes after a big fight, he takes both of your hands and swings them left and right as he explains, still teases but with a nervous smile this time.

a flirt, teaser, prankster, drama queen, what else?

he MATCHES YOUR FREAK, did i tell you he’s a nasty in bed? one hell of an experimentalist, doesn’t mind doing anything with you. his rage is huge, i’ll tell you that. vanilla? roleplay? waxplay? pegging? all down, just name it.

quickies at inconvenient times. you guys have a meeting in 10 minutes? 4 minutes is enough to do your thing in the public bathroom together.

likes to steal glances to your tits when you guys talk. i believe he’s a tit guy rather than ass. though, in public, his hands tends to uncontrollably go down to your ass when he circles you by the waist.

too good at nipple play.

nagumo likes you make you squirt, his personal favorite. however, for him, he likes it when you give him a handjob.

talks & coos to your pussy likes its you!

in bed, he likes it when you go rough, i think it’s really going to turn him on. just ride him i swear. might be one of his best times in life.

crack jokes during it, he’s quite humorous doing sex. compliments you in a funny way and says hilarious things also. expect your sex won’t be too serious and just all laughs & giggles.

doesn’t give a fuck about bounds, so semi public and publix sex are often.

@uzurakis

[loviingpedri]

hidden commitment - pablo gavi

prompt: what would happen if your relationship was exposed?

warnings: cursing, grammar issues, stalking (paparazzi), mentions of insecurities, angst (happy ending, ofc!)

credits to owners for all images

you and gavi have been a secret for 6 months. it felt like peaceful without anyone getting into your personal business. every moment with him became more special.

“should we take a walk?” gavi finally had an off day. he wouldn’t want to spend it anywhere or with anyone except with you.

“of course. favorite place as usual?” replying with his smile, he kissed you on the lips and went off to get ready. matching hoodies and matching sunglasses never seemed to fail.

it was very therapeutic to take morning strolls. nobody can spot you in the dark, and it was rare that anyone was even awake. an opportunity to catch up in life should never be missed.

"you look good." gavi approached behind you, sneaking his arm around your waist.

"i was thinking the same thing about you. we do have quite the taste." taking a quick kiss to his lips, it was time for the adventure to begin.

walking out the door, the cold crisp breeze hit your face instantly. the air felt fresh and clean. holding hands with your beloved, the wind picked up, intensifying gavi's scent.

an intensifying, yet subtle mix of a sweet apple that gives relief after a sunny day. his eyes reflecting a sign of almonds and honey as they were filled with love for you. his eye color reminding you of deep, dark, yet candied honey. the inside of an almond representing his pale, creamy skin. you only noticed the special details of him that nobody else could.

talking about the most random things possibly. cracking random jokes that changed the topics within minutes. becoming nostalgic of old memories that summarized how the past few 6 months were able to happen.

toning out the sound of crickets and birds, excusing the rustling in the bushes as an animal. lost in your own laugher, neither you or gavi could hear the camera shutter. pictures being taken as you were wrapped in gavi's warm embrace, synching heart beats. images spreading online as quick as the way gavi spun you in the middle of the street. the night disappearing and fading away just as your smiles after discovering the pictures were all over social media.

gavi was inflamed. you were confused. you just wanted one peaceful night. maybe even even more. it wasn't ideal to go public so early. none of you had a full conversation on this. it would put too much stress. worse part was, nobody was mentally prepared for this.

the media went crazy when it was posted. articles after articles with the pictures were all over it. different angles, different interactions, it really exposed both of you.

"gavi, what do we do?" an overwhelming sense of panic and anxiety came upon you.

"i don't know, okay? this is just as fucking complicated as it is for me," he held his head with his hands as he sat on the edge of the bed. mumbling spanish curse words under his breath. "shitty paparazzi always has to do something."

you rose from the bed. "we need some space right now. contact your publicist, immediately." grabbing your phone and leaving the room, gavi needed time to process things correctly. he was better doing it in silence, as his anger would get the best of him.

opening the guest bedroom door, the emptiness instantly coming into contact with you. the only background noise is the air condition on the highest setting possible.

sitting in the empty room for a few minutes, your phone began to blow up with notifications. follow requests from instagram and tiktok were taking over your screen. how the fuck did they find you?

suddenly, texts from your best friends were pouring in. sending countless articles about your relationship. you took a deep breath. opening each article with your eyebrows becoming furrowed. lies, upon lies were written. the false information that was feeding the media made you rethink of your decisions of this relationship.

next were tiktok videos being sent. opening the comments, your insecurities consumed every inch of you.

'she bagged gavi? she's not pretty enough for that.'

'look at her in those clothes. gavi shouldn't be with someone that weighed that much.'

'did she get lip fillers? she needs a refund from whoever did them.'

'even if she was a gold digger, she should be buying better clothes than that.'

'there's no way she is a gold digger, that money could've been used to do plastic surgery.'

without realizing it, tears were flowing down your cheeks. you put your hand over your mouth to cover up your sobs. you were hurting inside, but you couldn't stop scrolling through the comments. soon, you heard gavi yelling in anger into his phone. your head was pounding. too many thoughts, emotions, and problems were piling.

your heart beat increasing rapidly. your vulnerabilities crashing like waves in your mind. the hurtful comments struck your skin as thunder. the saltiness of your tears streaming. your heavy breathing to stop your anxiety. you were crumbling into sand.

hearing the bedroom door open, you wiped your tears quickly. gavi walked through the door ready to speak, but stopped in his movements. he could see the redness in your eyes of sadness.

"have you been crying, my love?" he sat next to you on the mattress, slowly reaching his arms out. feeling his warm embrace, something wasn't right.

"we need to talk." both of you said at the same time.

"you should probably go first." you told him in a whisper.

"no, it's okay. you're going through a rough time."

"i know you just got off the phone with your publicist. what's the next step we should take?" he cleared his throat. he looked scared to speak. opening his mouth, a lump formed.

"it's better if we take a break."

silence.

he imagined you being hurt. your pupils told him otherwise. you were thinking the same thing.

"i understand. i think that's best for the both of us." he nodded as he stood up. indicating he was going to pack his stuff, he seemed more hurt than he did. him and his publicist discussed other options if the first one didn't work out. he imagined you fighting for your relationship, but you were seriously going to let it go like that. gathering his belongings, he realized that he didn't know how much to pack. his head was in denial of emotions. he packed up and left without any formal of goodbye.

——————————————

two days had passed after the unfortunate events. gavi had ensured he would have full security around the house to protect you. it was then you realized that it was sunday. meaning you had to go grocery shopping or else you would starve for the week.

changing into a little red top that revealed some skin, pairing with a leather jacket and leather pants. the realization hit you that you needed to cover your face. one person recognizing you could end in you becoming surrounded in a crowd full of questions. taking a red scarf given to you by gavi, you wrapped it around you, making sure to cover the lower part of your face.

meeting up with a security guard at the market, it was like a normal grocery shopping spree. until, you accidentally bumped into someone. this caused your face to be exposed.

"holy shit, you're y/n!" you gave the person a quick smile before rushing into another aisle. word must have gone around fast. you were circled with a crowd of people. some having cameras ready. the scarf was long gone from your face.

"y/n! is it true you're dating pablo gavi?" smiling was the only answer you could give them. smiling was another way of apologizing by running them over with the cart.

cameras continued to shutter and the flash nearly blinding you. "who is this man right here? is he your boyfriend? are you cheating on gavi?" you tried to hide your facial expression, but that was one of the dumbest questions you've ever heard.

apologizing to the cashier for the commotion, you grabbed your things and left. driving around multiple circles due to cars following you. you nearly fell to the floor after the experience.

"need some help with the bags?" you jumped in fear. getting a closer look to the couch, of course pablo gavi was sitting there.

"holy shit. you nearly gave me a heart attack." passing the bags towards him, he shared his gummy smile.

"you should really change the locks." putting the cereal away, you looked at him confused.

"how come?"

"it was that easy for me to enter."

"gavi, you had the key. we're on a break. besides, why are you here?" putting the last thing in the fridge, you poured yourself a glass of water. looking into his honey eyes as he sat down across the kitchen island.

"i wanted to apologize for putting you into this mess. i'm sure we can get through it though. it would be better to do it together, not really alone."

"are you asking to get back together?" you hid your smile behind your cup, taking another sip.

"yeah, i guess you could say that. we could go out for dinner tonight."

"can't believe the famous gavi is asking me out." he winked at you.

there was no more hiding. love was meant to be expressed. you couldn't escape the paparazzi, but it was no secret that you were happy. pictures of you holding hands at a restaurant really sealed that the world can mind their own business.

[heartbeatlicense]

would you do satosugu discovering their "friend" (both of them have a fatass crush on m!reader) is a teen dad, and just all of them chaotically taking care of a baby. (like those collage students raising a baby tiktoks?)

ok so technically i only write for blue lock buttttttttttt… i am more than willing to make an exception for this. this is also my favorite niche of satosugu fics so im super honored someone requested it from me

tags: male reader has a foster daughter bc hell yeah girl dads, unnamed child bc that's too much for me, reader is a sorcerer, found family but in a janked up kinda way, whipped satosugu, pre-hidden inventory so everyone is in high school in this this a long one yall

part two coming soon!

★ when assigned an extremely harsh mission, you find an orphaned child barely a year old within all the rumble. you soon found out her family was recently killed in the destruction. unsure of what would happen to her after this, you decided to take her as your own.

★ scared of any judgment, you didn’t tell anyone about her so only a few higher-ups were aware. luckily you were allowed to live off campus so you two could have more space and privacy.

★ however the physical effects of raising a kid all on your own at such a young age were certainly showing. you came to school visibly worn down, often falling asleep in the middle of class and taking more absences than usual.

★ the first people to notice, of course, were gojo and geto. as nosy as they were, they tried not to push it, knowing you had just come back from a really taxing mission. though they did get more and more suspicious whenever you didn’t let them visit your new place.

★ however one day, they did spot you out in public wearing a baby carrier with, of course, a baby they’d never seen before resting right inside. they immediately came up to you and bombarded you with multiple questions before you got them to chill out and explained everything.

★ wanting you to take some time off (and win you over), they offer to take care of her regularly. who were you to refuse? after all, it is free babysitting and you were already using up so much money hiring actual babysitters.

★ during their first babysitting job, you thanked them profusely before going back into your room and instantly falling asleep the moment your body hit your bed, taking a very well-deserved nap.

★ you see, gojo was already pretty hesitant about you having a kid around. this was before he took in megumi so he found basically any child gross and annoying. (though he’s somehow even more attracted to you now that you’re a dad.)

★ coughs dilf lover gojo i mean what?

★ so when gojo picked up your baby for the first time, she immediately cried when they made eye contact and he got so so personally offended that he started rethinking this whole babysitting thing.

★ the first thirty minutes or so of taking care of your kid went pretty okay. that was until she started crying again and neither of them knew why.

★ you see, these idiots have no idea how to care for a child.

★ they frantically tried to calm her down and figure out what was wrong without needing to wake you. they checked if she was hurt in any way, she definitely wasn’t hungry since they already fed her, nor did she need to be changed. gojo even called shoko to see if she could do anything.

★ when they eventually saw her crawling towards your room and sobbing right outside your door, hesitantly let her in to see her climb onto your bed and lay down with you, realizing she just missed you the whole time. that entire experience made them so exhausted that they almost climbed into bed with you. but when they saw the gratitude on your face after you woke up, it made it all worth it.

★ luckily the next few times they watched over her, babysitting got more and more easy as she grew used to them.

★ they start coming over so often to look after her that your place basically becomes their second home.

★ geto is in charge of doing her hair since the last time gojo attempted it, it was just a big mess of hair ties and ribbons. geto’s definitely not complaining since he loves to get her ready. in fact, geto does a lot of the responsible stuff when taking care of her since gojo, hmm what’s a nice way to put it, lacks a lot of the necessary skills.

★ oh yeah, remember what i said about gojo hating younger children? yeah, that completely changes as he spends more time with your daughter. he’s almost always playing with her or showing up with a brand new toy or stuffed animal just for her. he ends up loving her so so much and wants to be her cool fun dad.

★ unfortunately both of them are way too nice when it comes to disciplining her. they let her get away with so much. late bedtimes, too much tv, grabbing any treats she wants off the grocery store shelves. how can they not spoil such an adorable little girl like her!?

★ what’s also unfortunate is how they try to drag you into it.

“come on, y/n. let loose a little. cake for dinner does sound pretty appetizing right now.”

“come on. just let her watch ten more minutes before bed.” gojo lazed on the couch with her on his lap. “besides this cartoon is starting to get good.”

“come onnn… just let her buy it.” geto held up a sparkly pink dress you already told him she doesn’t need with his own sparkles in his eyes. “she’ll look so cute in it. i promise i’ll pay you back.”

★ their hearts explode whenever you’re affectionate with her. they love the way you gently rock her in your arms while humming a sweet lullaby, slowly lulling her to sleep. the way they see you kiss her forehead after placing her into the crib before quickly turning around and acting like they weren’t staring the whole time. they fall head over heels for you for probably the twentieth time by now since they met you but those times were definitely the hardest.

★ they’ve been in her life for a good while so when she begins talking more frequently, she starts calling them her papas as she does with you. gojo aka former “ugh kids are so gross and icky” feels his heart combusting whenever she calls him that and he owns that title proudly. meanwhile geto feels so endeared and honored that she sees him that way.

★ “we’re not the stepdads. we’re the dads that stepped up!” looking asses.💀

★ the secret of you having a kid doesn’t last for long since these two can’t keep quiet about it. they’re just way too happy and want to show her off. especially gojo who scrolls through 100s of photos of her while gushing about her to basically anyone who’ll listen. shoko and nanami are the most common targets whenever this happens.

★ he even ends up showing photos of you and your daughter napping together (that you had no idea he took), making you snatch his phone away in embarrassment.

★ whenever you guys go out on family dates to go to the beach or picnicking, geto always takes the time to dress her up with pretty hairstyles and cute little outfits. he absolutely loves doting on her.

★ they love her with all their hearts and would do absolutely anything for her. she’s so lucky to have three weird dads take care of her and raise her. a very odd and… unconventional family dynamic but an amazing one nonetheless. this family only grows bigger and bigger once gojo takes in megumi and geto practically adopts mimiko and nanako.

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✧ 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄: Showing their love/care to you. [requested] ✧ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌: Call of duty ghosts ✧ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Logan walker, Hesh walker, Keegan russ, Thomas merrick, kick ✧ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Romantic ✧ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: all fluff ✧ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Safe.

Logan walker:

He’s a soldier boy before he’s a man.

The way he puts himself between you and the street without thinking. The way he touches your back lightly when you both walk through a crowd.

Logan as i see him has never got an experience with dating nor loving.

Acts of service? 10/10. He is just so obedient man.

If you're cold? He doesn't ask — he just tosses a blanket over your body and tucks it around your neck with a quiet:

“Better?”

Always watching, always remembering.

Doesn’t talk much in crowded spaces, but his eyes are on you. Watching your expressions, reading how tired you are, seeing how you shrink a little when the world gets too much.

He’s the one making dinner, pulling you into a quiet couch hug with no questions, just comfort.

A Homebody When He’s With You

His voice gets lower/quiter when he’s relaxed around you.

Barely audible sometimes, half-whispered. He speaks softly like the whole world could wait while you talk about your day.

(from the grunting in the missions logan make they are always soft, like a young man voice :()

When he's off duty, he's so domestic.

He likes doing dishes with you. Will dry the cups quietly while standing beside you, listening to the water run.

Wakes up early and lets you sleep.

He’ll sit on the edge of the bed tying his boots, moving slow so the mattress doesn’t shift.

Sometimes he’ll just look back at you, still asleep, with this unreadable expression — something between awe and guilt, like:

“How did I get this lucky?”

Lowkey Physical Affection

Rarely initiates in public, but…

His hand always finds you. Lower back, shoulder, brushing his fingers against yours in crowded areas. Just enough to ground you both.

Loves being near you in silence.

He’ll sit on the floor while you read. Lean against the wall while you fold laundry. Sometimes just lay a hand on your ankle while scrolling through something with that faraway expression of his.

His kisses are firm, slow, and rare.

But when he does it? It's like the world stops for a second. Like he needs to make sure you feel it — like it’s a promise without words.

Protective but Calm

Never panics — but he notices everything.

If someone’s staring too long, or you look uncomfortable with someone’s tone, he doesn’t even need to speak. One look from Logan is enough to make anyone rethink their entire day.

Keeps one ear open at night, always.

Doesn’t sleep deeply when you're next to him — not because he’s anxious, but because that protector instinct doesn’t switch off.

If you shift too much or sigh in your sleep, you’ll feel his arm pull you in closer, heavy hand settling on your side like armor.

Love Through Routine

Never forgets dates.

He doesn’t make a show of anniversaries — just wakes up early and makes your coffee exactly the way you like it, sets it next to a small box: a keychain, a photo, something quietly sentimental.

“Been a year,” is all he says. But his eyes? Full of it.

Has a drawer at your place.

It’s organized with military precision. A flashlight. A change of clothes. A spare knife. Some of his favorite socks.

It’s not just storage. It’s his way of saying: this is home too.

Leaves notes when he can’t say goodbye.

Folded post-it stuck to the fridge:

“Didn’t want to wake you. I’ll be gone a few days. Lock up. Don’t forget to eat.”

Always signed off with just: –L.

Quiet, Gentle Jealousy

Never aggressive. Just observant.

If someone flirts with you? Logan doesn’t interrupt. But he’ll step a little closer, brush his hand over your lower back, speak in a voice lower than usual:

“something wrong fella?”

He is ready to throw hands.

When He’s Hurt (Physically or Emotionally)

He’s terrible at letting you help him.

Will absolutely downplay a wound.

“It’s nothing. Just scratched.”

But the way he winces when he sits down gives him away. You patch him up, and he’ll mutter something like:

“…you’re too good to me.”

Emotional pain? Comes out in subtle ways.

Like longer silences. Shorter sleep. Distant stares at nothing.

When that happens, you just sit near him, maybe bring him a beer.

After a while, he’ll just lean his head on your shoulder and whisper:

“You keep me grounded.”

close to your ear, maybe after a long day when he’s lying beside you with a hand on your chest.

“…Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Hesh walker:

Oh do not get started (glaze time), ok joking.

When He Loves You? It’s in the steady way he holds you when the world’s too loud.

It’s in the fact that you’re the only one who’s ever seen him let his guard down — seen the grief behind his father’s death, the guilt after missions, the fear of losing people again.

And when you hold his hand, when you choose to stay with him through all of it — he looks at you like you’re the only calm in the storm he’s always in.

This is love for him.

His Love Language Is Reliability

He never makes promises lightly.

But when he does? He keeps them. If he says he’ll be back Friday, it might be 3AM — but he’ll be at your door.

Helps you with practical things: fixing things around the house, picking up your meds when you forget, standing behind you while you try to figure out the grill, whispering an advice in your ear with a grin while holding your waist.

That makes you slightly feeling tickled.

"You can’t cook steak like this sloppy, sweetheart. Let a lieutenant man show you how"

Protective, But Never Overbearing

If your job ever involves risk, he doesn’t coddle. He respects your strength. But he makes you promise to check in.

“You’re tough. I know that. Just let me know you’re safe, yeah?”

If he ever sees someone flirting with you, he won’t confront them. He just walks up, puts a hand low on your back, and looks down at them with a smile that isn’t really a smile.

“Hey, baby. Ready to head out?”

The look in his eyes makes it real clear: back off. But he’ll never raise his voice.

Carries a photo of you tucked into a side pouch.

It’s not a fancy photo. It’s candid — probably a shot you didn’t know he took, you laughing at something dumb he said.

And If you ask about it? “It’s not for me. It’s so I don’t forget what I’m coming back to.”

Casual Domestic Stuff that Feels Like Forever

He shaves in the bathroom with the door open

He always leaves something of his behind when he leaves.

A shirt on the bed. His dog tags hanging over your mirror.

Hesh likes driving with you, windows down, one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. No destination. Just motion, and being beside you.

He Remembers Everything You Say

The snack you offhandedly said was hard to find? He carries three of them in a tactical bag, offers one with a casual,

“You said these were gold, right?”

You tell him you had a bad dream while he was deployed. The next time he’s back, he spends three nights staying up late just talking with you, gently cuddling with you and rubbing your arm until you fall asleep.

"I'm not gonna go anywhere tonight"

Warm Physical Affection

Resting his forehead against yours.

One of his signature moves — a quiet, a grounding gesture. If he’s had a rough week, or you look tired, he’ll do it.

You’ll be doing something mundane, and he’ll wrap his arms around you from behind, chin tucked into your shoulder.

Calls you things like:

“sweetheart,” “trouble” when you tease him, “my love” low and serious, and sometimes, “sunshine” when he's really in the mood to make you melt.

Keeps you in the loop, even when he can’t tell you everything.

“I can’t give you details, but we’re not going far this time. I’ll send something, alright? Just so you don’t wait up wondering.”

He hates secrecy when it comes to you, even though it’s protocol. So he shares just enough to give you peace of mind — always careful not to cross lines, but never leaving you in the dark.

Does quiet perimeter checks when he visits your place. He won't say it aloud unless you ask, but he always checks the windows and locks when he gets in.

Keegan p. russ

What Love Looks Like With Keegan.

He’s the kind of man who stays.

Through hell, through silence, through fear.

You could break, and he’d still be there beside you. Steady.

Keegan may be cold to the world — but he’d give you his entire heart without ever saying a word about it.

But when something breaks him — like losing someone, or a brutal memory — he’ll find you, wordless, and just rest his forehead against yours.

You feel the quake in his hands. You hold him through it.

He doesn’t need comfort. He needs you.

When He’s Sick or Injured

He will 100% downplay injuries.

“It’s nothing.”

He only lets you treat him because you insist — and even then, he looks away, jaw tight, muttering:

“Don't have to.”

But when you’re sick?

Cold exterior drops a bit.

He doesn’t hover — but he stays in the same room. He brings you water, makes soup, and sits at your feet reading/staring while his elbows rest on his knees in silence.

"Not good with this shit taking care of sick people thing"

But you look at the blankets he tucked around you and the meds lined up perfectly on the table…Yes he is. and professional about it.

Everyday Moments Where You Feel His Care

He hates talking on the phone. But if you text him "home safe?" after a mission — he'll always reply within a minute.

Simple messages:

“Yeah.”

“Be back soon.”

“Missed you.” (only after long missions and he’s exhausted)

If he wakes up before you, he always checks the locks.

You never have to ask. It’s just what he does.

He moves around the apartment in silence like a ghost, making breakfast maybe, turning the heater on, folding the blanket over you again.

When you’re stressed?

He doesn’t give speeches. He just sits beside you, takes your hand, and stays. His thumb brushes the back of your hand — over and over. Steady. Reassuring.

He’s not jealous. He’s possessive in the quietest way.

No scenes. No words. Just closer.

His arm brushes your back. His eyes track anyone who gets too close.

If someone crosses a line? You don’t even see him move.

You just hear the words,

“You’ve got five seconds to back off.”

If you’re in danger? He’ll burn the world down. No hesitation. Tactical. Lethal. And once you’re safe, he doesn’t even brag.

He just pulls you close, checks you over with rough, fast hands and a voice low with fury:

“Are you okay? Tell me right now.”

Physical Affection That Comes Slow but Meaningful

I don't see him as a fan of PDA.

But in private, when it’s just you and him in low light, laying side-by-side with only the hum of the city outside — he’ll slip a hand on your waist/back. Callused, warm, anchoring.

His hugs are rare. But when they come? You melt.

Arms around your waist, head buried in your shoulder, quiet inhale like you’re the only place he can breathe properly.

He kisses you like it’s the only thing keeping him human.

No rush. One hand cupping the back of your neck, eyes closed, like he’s grounding himself in you before the world turns to noise again.

Keegan is not touchy or loud about love.

But if he lets you close, you know you mean everything.

You’re the only person allowed to see his silences not as distance — but as calm. He doesn’t need to fill the air when you’re in it. That’s his love language.

When Keegan starts falling for you, it’s not some rom-com moment — it’s in how he lingers in your doorway a second longer before leaving.

How he always walks you to your door.

You never have to tell him twice what you like or need. He listens. Quietly. Closely.

He remembers every detail — your tired tells, your comfort movies, the exact way your breath catches when something bothers you.

He may not comment — but he will adjust everything to protect you from it.

Thomas Merrick

WE ARE WILDING HERE

Sigh i just i know this man shows his love in a rough way and can be so lovely partner at the same time :(

Merrick is the kind of man who believes “if you say it, you better mean it.”

So when he says “I love you,” — it’s not daily. It’s not light.

It’s rare. It’s honest. It lands like an oath.

He doesn’t toss the word around. When he gives it to you, it’s for life.

He’s not the romantic in the movie sense. But he’s romantic in the quiet, strong ways that matter:

Carrying your bags without saying a word.

Fixing your door hinges or changing light bulbs like it’s second nature.

Teaching you how to shoot “just in case, darlin’.”

Holds the door. Always. Walks on the street side. Knows your order by heart.

He’s not performative — this is just how he was raised. “You take care of what’s yours. That’s it.”

When he’s off duty and finally unwinds, it’s simple:

Just jeans, a quiet record playing, a drink in his hand, and you curled next to him on the porch or couch.

He doesn’t talk much during these moments — just rests his hand over you and watches.

Someone disrespects you — even subtly — you’ll see his entire posture change. Shoulders square. Chin lifts.

He’ll handle it with a look or just a sentence.

“You might wanna take that tone elsewhere, partner.”

Calm. Cold. Final.

He does background checks on anyone you mention from work. You never asked him to — but he just needs to know you're safe.

“I don’t trust easy. You know that.”

If You're Sick or Hurt

Wraps his whole day around taking care of you.

Brings water.

Keeps your meds on a schedule.

Reads labels twice.

His version of comforting is “practical love.” He tucks you in, sits nearby, and talks in a low, grounded tone: “You just rest. Let me handle everything else.”

It takes a long time for Merrick to open up emotionally.

He doesn’t like weakness. He doesn’t do breakdowns.

But when something gets to him — like losing a brother-in-arms — you’ll see him quiet. Real quiet.

And then he’ll just say:

“He didn’t deserve to go like that.”

And he’ll just let you hold him, for once. He won’t say much else — but you being there means everything.

You walk past a shop window and mention something off-hand?

Next week, it’s in your hands.

He shrugs “Figured you’d like it. That’s all.”

He smells like cedar, gunpowder, and soap.

When he hugs you, it’s like every storm disappears.

His hugs are solid. Full-body. Protective.

Not the type to rock you gently — more like you just got caught in a safe storm.

He hates leaving without saying goodbye. Even if you're asleep, he leans in and whispers:

“See you soon, sweetheart.”

Kick

Ok straight ti flirting.

“So, what’s someone like you doing in someone like me’s life?”

He grins as you roll your eyes, then leans in and kisses your cheek like he just won the lottery.

He’s shameless. He loves seeing you roll your eyes.

He’s the kind of partner who pretends not to care about couple-y stuff… but he’s always doing it anyway.

Quietly restocks the things you always forget

He won’t mention it, though. He’ll just act like it’s always been there. “What? You think this place runs itself?” tell him thank you.

Smart-Mouth with a Soft Spot man.

He likes to make a lot of jokes to tease you and he knows if he had gone too much or not.

But if someone makes fun or a joke on you he just goes with "..."

or with "You done?" if he is brave enough.

But under the sass, he’s lowkey obsessed with you.

Like—not clingy. Just always aware of where you are, how you're doing.

You say, “I had a bad day,” and he's already halfway through setting up your favorite comfort routine.

You send him selfies?

He sets them as his lockscreen, background, tablet wallpaper, and maybe puts one in his HUD just for the hell of it.

His excuse?

“Motivation. Don’t judge my methods.”

Always calls you before missions. Even if it’s 10 seconds.

“Hey. Just reminding you: you’re stuck with me, and I’m coming home.”

He lives to get under your skin—but in the softest ways.

Rewrites your shopping list with things like “kisses, [energy drink name] and popcorn.”

Plays dumb so you’ll explain something, cause he just likes to hear your voice, see how deep and rumbling about it.

But when you’re overwhelmed or low?

He’s instantly serious.

Just leans in and asks, quietly,

“Alright, what do you need from me?”

He acts tough. Smart mouth. Tech genius. But the second he’s home, he's melting.

Pulls you into bed face-first.

Buries his face in your neck.

Whispers, “Didn’t even realize how bad I needed this.”

Submissive? Yeah, lowkey.

He doesn’t call it that. But if you ask him to lay back while you handle things? He’s smiling. Proud.

“Told you — I got the best taste.”

You initiate anything romantic or physical?

He blushes. Denies it. But the look in his eyes is pure putty.

“You tryna end me? 'Cause it's working.”

Sends memes, inside jokes, and voice notes from base.

The voice notes always end with a mumbled:

“...love you. Don’t say it back if you’re in public. Don’t wanna make people jealous.”

When he’s sick?

He’s dramatic. Whiny.

“Babe...this is how I go. This is the end. Remember me sexy.”

But when you’re sick?

He’s silent, steady, doting. Doesn’t let you lift a finger.

Teaches you about tech if you're interested.

Gets overly excited explaining it.

Lets you solder something and says:

“You're hotter when you’re holding a wire cutter, not gonna lie.”

If i keep talking about this man the post gonna be NSFW bye.

[astrolook]

👫💖🌈Kundli Matching: The Cosmic Tinder Swipe Right

Note: Just a heads-up, these are my personal observations and patterns over the years when it comes to kundli matching. It’s not always about perfect alignment, but more about understanding the deeper cosmic connections between two people. Everyone’s journey is unique, and while kundli matching can offer insights, it’s the personal effort and growth that truly shape relationships. 🌟

Kundli matching is like western astrology's version of synastry compatibility, focusing on how two people’s charts connect to see if the stars are aligned for a strong relationship.

Kundli Matching is used for marriage as it’s believed to bring harmony by ensuring that the couple’s energies align well.

What Can Be Seen in Kundli Matching?

Gunas (Points): These points assess mental, emotional, and overall compatibility. The more points, the better the match.

Doshas (Flaws): These highlight areas where there might be challenges in the relationship, like communication or temperament. If one has Saturn or Saturn Rx in the 7th, we look whether the other has either Mars or Sun in their 7th to neutralize the effect.

Planetary Positions: The way planets are placed in both charts shows how the couple’s traits and life paths might interact.

Nakshatras: These show emotional compatibility based on the moon’s placement in specific constellations.

For Gunas (Points),

Less than 18 – Not exactly a match made in the stars. Maybe rethink that marriage plan. 18 to 24 – It’s decent, might work, but keep the compromise button ready. 24 to 32 – Very good! You’re on your way to a successful, loving partnership. 32 to 36 – Now we’re talking! An excellent match with high cosmic compatibility.

In Kundli Matching, we use a 36-point system to measure compatibility, while synastry looks at aspects between planets.

It dives into spiritual and life purpose alignment, whereas synastry focuses more on personality traits.

For example, your Sun in 12th falling on their 10th house, let's say in Leo, you light up their career zone like a spotlight on stage, they see you. They might admire your confidence… or feel a tiny bit overshadowed. Basically, you're their motivational speaker and main character energy, all in one. ☀️👑

You, as the Sun person, you shine quietly (12th house style), but in their world, you're full-blown billboard energy (10th house Leo). They see you as someone who adds to their public image (also a victory on their side) even if you're not trying to be seen. Meanwhile, you’re just over here vibing in the background, wondering how you became their personal icon. 😎🌞

Another example, let's say you have you Sun in 1st falls on their 7th house Taurus, it’s giving “I could marry this person” vibes: stable, shiny, and grounded. You tick their relationship boxes without even trying (which makes it both dreamy and confusing). They're torn between framing you in gold or wondering if it's too good to be true. 💍🐂

You, as the Sun person, you're radiating main-character energy in their life. You feel confident, seen, and like you naturally hold space in their world. Lowkey wondering why they keep calling you their "ideal type" without blinking. 😎🌟

✨ Now, hold on as it's not all sunshine and sparkles. Just because your Sun falls in their 10th or 7th house doesn’t mean the script always stays romantic. Relationships evolve and in kundli, layers unfold over time.

In Vedic astrology, we go beyond overlays. Like I’ve mentioned before, planets aspect, and that changes the game. For example, if your Sun lands in their 10th house, it also aspects their 4th house, so while you might boost their career or public image, you could also unknowingly stir stuff at home (dominance, ego clashes, drama, or family tension).

Also, if your Sun’s in an air or fire sign, the debates can be fiery like passionate convos turning into full-blown “who’s right?” standoffs. 🔥💨

So yeah, while overlays can show attraction or significance, kundli matching considers multiple outcomes, including house lords, aspects, dignity of the planet, and overall chart context. One placement won’t tell the whole story, we read the whole vibe.

We also have to look at:

Where your DK (Darakaraka - the lowest degree in birth chart) falls in their chart shows how you relate to them in love, and what kind of partner you play in their life.

Where your AK (Atmakaraka - the highest degree in your birth chart) falls in their chart reveals your soul’s lessons and how they might trigger or support your personal growth.

....and vice versa.

Beyond romance, there are several other factors that shold be taken into account from both of your charts :

To predict children for you both, we have to combine both charts and check where your 5th house and its lord fall in each other’s charts. usually childbirth is seen from woman's chart. When combining partner's chart, it can tell us whether the partner is fertile or childbirth supports them. Putrakaraka (PK - 5th highest degree in your birth chart for childbirth) in both charts.

Your mother-in-law can be seen from your partner’s 4th house and its lord, and where that falls in your chart. In natal, we usually look at 10th lord but when combining a partner's chart, it can give a lot of details about how their mother play a role in your life depending on the house it falls and vice versa.

For in-laws in general, we check the 8th house and its lord in both charts as this shows in-law dynamics, family karma, and legacy themes.

Kundli matching is just like synastry, but with extra steps and a few more cosmic outcomes. Think of it as astrology’s deep dive into not just “who’s the one,” but why they’re the one beyond the surface level vibes. It’s not just about the attraction, it's about understanding the soul-deep connection, karmic lessons, and how your energies blend on a deeper level. After all, you don’t just want to know if you click. You want to know if you’re on the same page for the long haul, through thick and thin, with a little cosmic guidance along the way. 🌌💫

Wanna dive deeper into your chart's layers? ✨🔍 DM me for a full astrology reading, a 5 or 8-year marriage report, detailed synastry, or a kundli matching breakdown 🌙💬 Check out my pinned post for pricing and more info 💫💸

Let’s decode your cosmic chaos together ⭐💖

[beardedmrbean]

Transgender advocates are pushing back on activists who resort to “unreasonable” tactics, with some admitting they “cannot vilify” critics — as support among Americans for their biggest issues plunges.

Transgender rights came in dead last in a Gallup poll that asked 2024 voters to rank the 22 issues that factored into their ballot decision, with 36% of survey respondents rating them “not important.”

Drilling down into polling on specific issues — such as transgender bathroom policy, trans athletes competing in female sports and laws allowing gender-questioning youth to procure medical sex change treatment — reveals support from many Americans is waning.

Some LGBTQ activists recently told the New York Times they believe the worrying dip in support is attributable to the zealotry of the movement, which emphasizes shame and forced compliance while discouraging any critical debate.

“We have to make it OK for someone to change their minds,” Rodrigo Heng-Lehtinen, executive director of Advocates for Transgender Equality, told the outlet.

“We cannot vilify them for not being on our side. No one wants to join that team.”

Advocates cited tactics — such as stripping distinctions of “male” or “female” from abortion and childbirth topics, being fanatical about pronoun use and likening even unintentional misidentification of a trans person to an act of violence — has not helped grow their coalition of allies.

“No one wants to feel stupid or condescended to,” Heng-Lehtinen acknowledged.

Rethinking how the issue is advocated has also become a part of the Democrats’ ideological reckoning following their decisive loss in this year’s election.

The Trump campaign seized on Vice President Kamala Harris’ past support for taxpayer-funded sex change operations for prisoners, and turned her pushing of LGBTQ issues into one of the most effective campaign ad slogans of the election: “Kamala is for they/them. I am for you.”

Even a small group of Democratic members of Congress have started testing the waters in defiance of the trans lobby.

“Here we are calling Republicans weird, and we’re the party that makes people put pronouns in their email signature,” said Rep. Seth Moulton (D-Mass.).

His office was protested by trans activists after he suggested transgender athletes competing against biological females could have an advantage or even injure other competitors — which has happened and continues to happen.

Tufts University’s science department chair purportedly claimed that the school would be cut off internships with Moulton’s office over his concerns, but the Boston institution quickly clarified that was not the case.

Mara Keisling, founder of the National Center for Transgender Equality, pointed the finger at activists for devoting so much energy to debating losing issues.

Among them, she told the Times, were the demonization of “Harry Potter” author JK Rowling for her stance against the encroachment of biological males into female spaces, and pretending that any objections to transgender women in sports are invalid and rooted in discrimination.

The issue of sports, in particular, Keisling noted, was an instance where Americans moved away from sympathizing with trans activists.

“We looked unreasonable,” she told the outlet. “We should be talking about the 7-year-old who just wants to play soccer with her friends.”

[kallistoriae]

my ultimate classics reading list for the summer

[scholarship i really need to read to figure out what i want to focus on for my master’s. i’ll try to go through as many of these as i can. i ask for recs on some topics at the end of the post!]

SEXUALITY & GENDER (generic) —

*Female Homosexuality in Ancient Greece and Rome, S. Boehringer (to finish)

*The Routledge Handbook of Classics and Queer Theory, ed. E. Haselswerdt, S. H. Lindheim & K. Ormand

*Exploring Gender Diversity in the Ancient World, ed. A. Surtees & J. Dyer

Greek Homosexuality, K. Dover (to finish)

Controlling Desires: Sexuality in Greece and Rome, K. Ormand

Ancient Women Writers of Greece and Rome, B. A. Natoli, A. Pitts, & J. P. Hallett

*Sexuality in Greek and Roman Culture, M. B. Skinner

Dangerous Voices: Women’s Laments and Greek Literature, G. Holst-Warhaft

Postcolonial Amazons: Female Masculinity and Courage in Ancient Greek and Sanskrit Literature, W. Duvall Penrose Jr

*"Monter au ciel : Kallistô et Artémis dans la mythologie grecque", S. Boehringer in La religion des femmes en pays grec. Mythes, cultes et société, ed. L. Bodiou & V. Mehl

Among Women: From the Homosocial to the Homoerotic in the Ancient World, N. S. Rabinowitz & L. Auanger

Performing the Kinaidos: Unmanly Men in Ancient Mediterranean Cultures, T. Sapsford

RECEPTION

*Deep Classics: Rethinking Classical Reception, ed. S. Butler

Critical Ancient World Studies: the Case for Forgetting Classics, ed. M. Umachandran & M. Ward

Reimagining Greek Tragedy on the American Stage, H. P. Foley

Antigone on the Contemporary World Stage, ed. E. B. Mee & H. P. Foley

OVID

The Cambridge Companion to Ovid, ed. P. R. Hardie

Tragedy in Ovid: theater, metatheater and the transformation of a genre, D. Curley

*"Oscula iungit nec moderata satis nec a uirgine danda: Ovid’s Callisto Episode, Female Homoeroticism, and the Study of Ancient Sexuality", J. H. Oliver ✔️

GREEK TRAGEDY

*Objects as Actors: Props and the Poetics of Performance in Greek Tragedy, M. Mueller

*Ritual Irony: Poetry and Sacrifice in Euripides, H. P. Foley

The Cambridge Companion to Greek Tragedy, ed. P. E. Easterling

Reading Greek Tragedy, S. Goldhill

*Iphigenias at Aulis: Textual Multiplicity, Radical Philology, S. A. Gurd

Electra and the empty urn: Metatheater and role playing in Sophocles, M. Ringer

Looking at Antigone, ed. D. Stuttard

*Private Lives, Public Deaths: Antigone and the Invention of Individuality, J. Strauss

GREEK TRAGEDY: GENDER/SEXUALITY

Citizen Bacchae: Women’s Ritual Practice in Ancient Greece, B. Goff

*Marriage to Death: the Conflation of Wedding and Funeral Rituals in Greek Tragedy, R. Rehm

*Female Acts in Greek Tragedy, H. P. Foley

Demanding Witness: Women and the Trauma of Homecoming in Greek Tragedy, E. L. Weiberg

*Language, Sexuality, Narrative: The Oresteia, S. Goldhill

OTHERS

Sappho and Homer: A Reparative Reading, M. Mueller

Exposed: The Greek and Roman Body, C. Vout

Disability and Healing in Greek and Roman Myth, C. Laes

if you have more recs that seem to fit the topics i’m focusing on or that you think could interest me, please tell me! i’m also looking for anything on: gender non-conformity in Roman myths; the family (its structure and collapse) in mythology; incest in antiquity/ancient literature; recent studies on the reception of the House of Atreus

not exclusively classics-related but if there are books on literary analysis/theory that you think are really important and could be helpful, PLEASE tell me. + scholarship about queerness or weird things with Bodies or time/space distortion or trauma theory that could be applied to ancient lit, and other similar things that could be useful when analysing classics :)

[starlitsprout]

In Case of Emergency (II)

(Spencer Reid x Medic! Reader)

Warnings: violence, mentions of assault, blood, slow burn, cursing, and eventual smut 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

word count: 3,300

Amidst an increase of injuries out in the field, a new team member is assigned to the BAU. A medic. Tasked with keeping the team alive, but when an unexpected threat challenges her ability to think on her feet, the team is forced to rethink their assumptions of their newest member.

Next | Previous | Beginning

Chapter Two: First Case

The team landed in Chicago just after sunset, stepping onto the tarmac as the crisp night air settled over the city.

Four women had been murdered in the past two weeks, all strangled and posed in public spaces- parks, alleyways, bus stops. No signs of sexual assault, no robbery, and no apparent personal connection between the victims. The Chicago PD was stumped, and the media was already running with the story.

Inside the local precinct, the officer in charge of the case briefed the team. A tired-looking man in his fifties, he ran a hand through his graying hair as he pulled up the crime scene photos, re-introducing the team to the case.

"All four victims were young women, ages twenty-four to thirty. They were found early in the morning by city workers or pedestrians. No eyewitnesses, no camera even caught the attacks," the officer explained. "The coroner ruled the cause of death as strangulation by ligature, but we haven't been able to identify what was used."

You stood towards the back of the precinct's conference room, taking in the gruesome images. The bodies had been positioned deliberately- hands folded across their stomachs, legs straight, eyes closed. Almost... peaceful.

JJ spoke up first. "He's not just dumping them- he's posing them. That suggests remorse. "

Hotch nodded. "Or it's a ritual."

Morgan studied the photos, frowning. "What about defensive wounds?"

The officer shook his head. "Minimal. No signs of a struggle. We don't think they were bound or incapacitated beforehand, either. It's like they didn't fight back."

You glanced at Reid, who tapped his fingers against the table, his mind already working.

"That could suggest a method of control, something that keeps them compliant," Redi said, his voice quickening with thought. "There are cases where killers use intimidation, coercion, or even psychological manipulation to subdue victims. But there's also the possibility of a chemical agent."

Your interest piqued. "A sedative?"

Reid nodded, flipping through the coroner's reports. "If the toxicology results aren't conclusive, we should check for less common paralytic agents- hydroxybutyrate, scopolamine, and even muscle relaxants. Some tend to metabolize quickly and wouldn't show up in standard tests."

Hotch turned to you. "We won't be heading out into the field until we get more information on the unsub. Could you go to the coroner's office and follow up?"

You nodded, standing, happy to be able to help the team. "On it."

Reid stood up quickly as well. "I'll go with her."

Hotch barely blinked before nodding, and out the corner of your eye, you could see Morgan smirking. "Alright. The rest of us will go to the crime scenes and see what we can find there."

As the team split up, you and Reid made your way to the coroner's office, walking side by side down the cold Chicago streets.

“You really think there could be a paralytic agent?” you asked.

Reid adjusted his satchel, his expression focused. “It would explain the lack of defensive wounds. Even in cases where a killer has overwhelming physical strength, victims typically scratch, claw, or attempt to break free. These women didn’t.”

You nodded, thoughtful. “If we find proof of that, it could tell us a lot about who we're looking for.”

Reid glanced at you with a small smile. “You catch on fast.”

You smirked. “Was that a compliment, Dr. Reid?”

His lips twitched. “Maybe.”

You laughed, and for a brief moment, the weight of the case felt just a little lighter.

The coroner's office was cold. The kind of artificial chill designed to preserve the dead and make the living feel uncomfortable. The air was thick with formaldehyde, and antiseptic.

You had spent enough time in med school around cavaliers to be unfazed, but the smell still lingered in the back of your throat. It always did.

The city's medical examiner greeted you both with a weary nod, leading you toward the sterile steel tables where the latest victim lay.

You and Reid stepped up beside the body as the medical examiner pulled back the crisp white covering. You immediately noted the pallor of the skin, the slight lividity around the neck, and the absence of external wounds beyond the ligature marks.

Reid spoke first. "Any signs of petechial hemorrhaging?"

The examiner nodded, gesturing toward the victim's eyes. “Yes, consistent with strangulation. But what’s strange is the lack of bruising around the trachea. Typically, in manual strangulation cases, we’d see deep tissue damage. The hyoid bone is intact.”

You leaned in, studying the marking with a clinical eye. "That means the unsub wasn't using brutal force. He applied even, calculated pressure- enough to cut off oxygen without crushing the windpipe."

You frowned slightly, slipping a glove from your bag and brushing your gloved fingers near the victim's clavicle. “See this slight indentation here? That suggests a flexible ligature—probably soft, something like a silk scarf, a thin rope, or medical tubing.”

Reid nodded. “That would make sense if he has medical knowledge. He would know how to strangle without causing excessive bruising, making it look almost… peaceful.”

You exhaled, removing your glove. “Which matches the way he posed them.”

The examiner glanced at you both. “You were right to suggest testing for chemicals—I ran an extended toxicology panel, and there were trace amounts of scopolamine in her system.”

You and Reid exchanged a sharp look.

“Scopolamine,” you muttered. “That changes everything.”

You and Reid returned to the precinct with the new discovery, presenting your finding to the team.

The both of you stood before the team who had just come back from the scene. You began to explain your findings. "Scopolamine is a powerful drug that can cause disorientation, suggestibility, and even temporary amnesia"

"If our unsub is using it, he could be convincing these women to follow him willingly," Spencer spoke, perfectly finishing your own thought process.

Prentiss frowned. “If he’s using scopolamine, that suggests a level of medical knowledge or access.”

You nodded. “It’s not something you just buy over the counter. He’s either making it himself, or he’s stealing it.”

Morgan reached into his pocket and retrieved his cell phone. "I'll call Garcia and ask him to check the hospital and pharmaceutical suppliers' records."

A few moments later, Garcia's voice came through the speakerphone. "Okay, I’ve got three reported thefts of scopolamine in the last six months—two from hospitals, one from a university lab. I threw in that last search to cover all our bases."

"Thank you, babygirl, you're the best." Morgan flirted before exchanging goodbyes with Garcia.

“That gives us a starting point. Let’s get a list of employees and students who had access.” Hotch spoke sternly.

Reid crossed his arms. “Given the control he has over his victims, he may have a background in psychology or persuasion techniques—maybe even a history of domestic abuse or coercion.”

Morgan leaned back. “You’re thinking he’s done this before?”

Reid nodded. “Not necessarily murder, but manipulation, control, coercion—this level of precision suggests experience.”

You shivered slightly. The idea of a man practicing on victims before escalating to murder was sickening.

JJ turned to the map. “If we can predict where he’ll strike next, we might be able to stop him.”

You studied the locations of the previous victims. Something clicked in your mind.

“These sites… they aren’t random.” You pointed at the map. “They’re all near major commuter areas—train stations, bus stops, places where people might be alone for a few minutes.”

Reid’s eyes widened slightly. “That’s… that’s good. That means he’s hunting in a pattern.”

Hotch nodded. “Morgan, Prentiss, take a team and set up near the Red Line train station—if he follows the pattern, that could be his next hunting ground.”

As the team moved into action, Reid turned to you, an impressed look in his eyes.

“You saw the pattern before anyone else,” he said quietly.

You shrugged. “I just… noticed.”

He smiled slightly. “I think you’re going to fit in just fine.”

You felt a warmth spread through you at the sincere praise from the resident genius of the BAU.

A black surveillance van was parked a block away from the suspected target site- a deserted alleyway near the Red Line train station. It was late, and the streets were quiet expect for the occasional car rolling past and the distant hum of the city's night life.

Inside the van, you were once again meticulously setting up your medical bag. Which was packed with epinephrine, suture kits, clotting agents, and emergency airway tools, among many other things. Everything had a place, arranged neatly for quick access in case things went sideways.

Reid sat across from you, watching as you adjusted the straps on your Kevlar vest. His eyes darted to the array of supplies, curiosity flickering across his face.

"You carry all of that with you on every case?" he asked.

"Pretty much. Never know what could happen; it's best to be overprepared than under. Even if it means my bag weighs tons." You smiled, zipping up the bag and adjusting the strap across your body.

He nodded, shifting in his seat. "That's smart. But also, extremely prepared."

You smirked. "That's what being a combat medic does to you. It might not be exactly the same as chasing serial killers, but if there's one thing the military drilled into me, it's always be prepared for the worst."

Reid blinked, processing. He tilted his head slightly in your direction. "It explains a lot, though."

"Like what?" you teased, resting your chin on your hand.

He hesitated before continuing. "Like why you're calm under pressure. and why Hotch trusts you in the field despite your..." He trailed off, suddenly looking unsure of his words.

You giggled. "Despite my 'cute and innocent' demeanor?" Recalling what Garcia had said about you previously, all of which the team, including Reid, had agreed with.

Reid gave you a sheepish look. "I didn't mean-"

"Oh, don't worry, Spence, I'm well aware of how the team sees me." You leaned in slightly, lowering your voice, a surge of playfulness and confidence overtaking you. "I'm just the innocent little medic, not a tough profiler. But between you and me?"

Reid swallowed hard as you got closer to him.

"I'm tougher than I look," you whispered, smirking slightly, then leaning back to rest your back against the van's wall.

Reid visibly blushed, the tips of his ears turning red as he fumbled for a response, once again surprised by you. There used to be a time when he would only allow one specific person to call him Spence, but when you said it, something shifted within him...he didn't mind it.

Reid cleared his throat, clearly trying to regain his composure. "W-Well, statistically, people tend to make assumptions based on outward appearances, but the reality is often much more nuanced."

You laughed softly. "I might have only gotten to know you for a small period, but I'm guessing that was a very Reid way of saying 'don't judge a book by its cover.'"

Before he could reply, Garcia, who had hacked into the city's surveillance, began to speak through the comms.

"Alright, my lovelies, we've got movement near the target location- unidentified male approaching a woman near the alleyway. Could be our guy.

You and Reid immediately snapped into work mode, grabbing your gear and pushing the van doors open.

The moment you stepped onto the street, making your way to the alleyway, you saw it.

A woman slumped against a wall, body limp.

"Reid, cover me." You said, rushing toward her, Reid nodding behind you, pulling out his gun, walking slowly to check the rest of the alleyway and informing the rest of the team on the situation.

You dropped to your knees beside the woman.

Immediately checked her pulse- weak and erratic. Her breathing was shallow, and her lips were turning blue.

Scopolamine.

"Stay with me," you murmured, pulling a vial of naloxone from your medical bag. With a steady hand, you injected the reversal drug into her thigh.

Seconds felt like an eternity as you monitored her, willing her to breathe. Then-

A sharp gasp.

Her chest rose violently, lung sucking in oxygen as she coughed.

You sighed in relief, hand on her shoulder. "You're okay. Just breathe."

But just as you began to catch your own breath-

A shadow creeps around the corner of the alleyway.

Your instincts screamed.

Before you could turn, you felt a hand grab your shoulder, yanking you backward.

The unsub.

Adrenaline surged through you as your military training kicked in. You twisted your body, using the unsub's momentum against him as you threw a sharp elbow into his ribs. He stumbled into the wall.

You didn't hesitate. Spinning on your heel, driving a kick into his stomach, crashing him to the ground.

The second he hit the pavement, you reached for you gun-

But before you could fire, Reid's voice rang out.

"Y/N!"

The unsub suddenly sprang back up, shoving you down to the floor and lunging straight for Reid.

No.

Your body moved before you could think.

Gun still in hand. Finger on the trigger.

BANG

The gunshot echoed through the alley, and the unsub collapsed, a bullet lodged in his shoulder.

Before you could stand back up, the rest of the team arrived, Morgan and Hotch moving to secure the unsub while Rossi and Prentiss checked on the victim. Sirens echoed in the background.

But Reid? He was immediately at your side, eyes scanning you for injuries.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tight.

You nodded, adrenaline still surging. "Yeah, I'm fine. My back might not be in the morning, though." You attempted to joke to help shift the mood.

He exhaled, relief washing over his face. Then, he offered his hand.

You took it, letting him pull you to your feet.

"You saved my life," he spoke.

You smiled. "Told you I was tougher than I look."

Reid's lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something else, but Morgan's voice cut in.

"Damn, doc, remind me never to underestimate you again."

You grinned, glancing at Reid. "Did you hear that! I think they might be starting to come around!"

Reid playfully shook his head as you cheered, awe still written all over his face.

And maybe, just maybe, a little bit of something else.

The hum of the jet engines filled the cabin, a low, steady vibration beneath your feet as you settled into your seat across from Reid. The team was exhausted but in good spirits—case closed, unsub caught, and, thanks to you, no fatalities.

You could still feel the adrenaline thrumming through you.

Rossi leaned back with a smirk. “You know,” he mused, looking at you, “I was skeptical at first, but you handled yourself damn well back there.”

JJ nodded, smiling warmly. “I have to agree. You didn’t just patch people up—you kept a cool head, you read the scene, and you made the right call under pressure.”

Morgan grinned, pointing at you. “Give her some more training, and she could be one hell of a profiler.”

You blinked, surprised at the praise. “Oh, uh… thanks?”

Prentiss chuckled. “He’s right. You’ve got the instincts. The way you handled that unsub? Textbook situational awareness.”

Even Hotch, ever stoic, gave a small nod of approval. “If you’re interested, we can start incorporating more profiling training into your role.”

Your heart swelled a little at that. You had expected to be babied by the team for a while—especially after the whole ‘sweet and innocent’ first impression—but now? They actually saw you as capable.

“Wow, I—yeah, I’d love that,” you said, beaming.

Morgan smirked. “Still can’t believe you took down an unsub twice in one night.”

You laughed. “Beginner’s luck?”

“Yeah, sure,” Morgan drawled, shaking his head with amusement.

Reid had been quiet throughout the conversation, but you could feel his eyes on you. When you glanced over, he was already looking, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Impressed, Reid?" you teased.

Reid blinked. "I-um-yes, actually," he admitted. "Your level of medical expertise combined with your ability to assess danger is- well, statisically- extremely rare. It's very impressive."

His genuine admiration made your chest feel warm. You weren't used to someone analyzing your skills and appreciating them.

You smiled, leaning back in your seat. "High praise coming from you; you're the genius."

There was a moment of quiet between you, comfortable yet charged, before you shifted the conversation.

"So Dr. Reid," you said with a bit of humor. "Do you have any exciting post-case plans? Or is it all work and no play?"

Reid huffed a small laugh. “Well, statistically speaking, agents of the Behavioral Analysis Unit have a high tendency to engage in solitary activities after emotionally taxing cases, such as reading or watching television.”

You grinned. “Is that your fancy way of saying you’re planning a solo book night?”

Reid hesitated before giving a small nod. “Yes, actually. But I was also thinking about rewatching some Doctor Who episodes.”

Your eyes immediately lit up. “Wait—Doctor Who? Are you a Whovian?”

Reid blinked. “A what?”

You gasped, hand flying to your chest in mock offense. “Reid. Whovians—fans of Doctor Who. You’re telling me you watch the show and don’t even know what we’re called?”

Reid’s brow furrowed. “I—well, I suppose I knew the term existed, but I never personally identified with it.”

You squinted at him playfully. “Mm-hmm. Sounds like a closet Whovian to me.”

His lips twitched, amusement flickering in his eyes. “And what would that make you?”

You grinned. “Oh, I’m loud and proud. I take my Doctor Who very seriously.”

Reid tilted his head slightly. “Do you have a favorite Doctor?”

"The tenth," you answered immediately.

Reid gave a knowing nod. “I suspected as much. You seem like a Ten fan.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What does that mean?”

“Well, Ten is often considered the most charismatic, the most sentimental. He leads with heart rather than just intellect,” Reid mused. “You… seem like the type of person who values that in people.”

You stared at him, momentarily caught off guard by his insight. “Huh,” you murmured. “That’s… weirdly accurate.”

Reid smiled faintly. “I do profile people for a living.”

You shook your head, still smiling. “Okay, genius, what about you? Who’s your favorite?”

Reid shifted slightly, a little more reserved. “Eleven.”

You grinned. “I knew it! You totally give Eleven energy.”

Reid’s eyebrows lifted. “How so?”

You crossed one leg over the other, studying him. “You’re ridiculously smart, sometimes talk a mile a minute, and you’ve got that whole charmingly awkward but incredibly endearing thing going for you.”

Reid opened his mouth, then closed it again, clearly thrown. A slight flush crept up his neck. “I—uh—”

You laughed. “Don’t worry, it’s a compliment.”

He cleared his throat. “Right. Well—um, thank you.”

You leaned forward slightly, dropping your voice just enough to make it feel just a little bit suggestive. “You know, I was actually planning a Doctor Who marathon soon.”

Reid’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, curiosity sparking in them. “Oh?”

“Mhm.” You tilted your head. “Comfy clothes, way too many snacks, yelling at the TV when things get emotional. The full experience.” You let a beat pass before adding, “Could be fun to have some company.”

Reid blinked, his brain clearly processing at full speed. “Company? As in…?”

You smiled. “As in you, Spencer.”

Reid’s lips parted slightly. “Oh.”

You bit back a laugh at how comically stunned he looked. “Unless you’d rather watch alone.”

“No!” he said quickly, then seemed to catch himself. He straightened slightly, schooling his expression. “I mean—I’d like that. It sounds… fun.”

You smiled, a little softer this time. “Good. Then it’s a plan.”

Reid’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Yeah… a plan.”

Authors Note:

Ooooof, this was a long one! Haha! Sorry about that one. I really have fallen in love with this series, and once I started writing, I couldn't stop. I hope y'all enjoyed some reader and Spencer nerdy fluff at the end! I thought it would be a nice addition to such a case-driven chapter. Also, writing the case part was a bit of a challenge! But I tried my best and I hope it was good! I'm planning out the next chapter already, but I'm a bit torn between writing some more fluff or doing another case-driven one. Oh well, we'll see! If anyone has any suggestions, please do let me know! I'm open to any and all ideas!

Thank you for reading! <3

[fangirlfuel]

Stolen Seconds

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You hadn’t seen him in over a year.

Not in person, anyway.

He was still everywhere—on screens, in headlines, on race day broadcasts where you’d catch glimpses of his focused face and the way he adjusted his gloves with the same precise movements he used to have when holding your hand.

Carlos Sainz.

The man who taught you what passion looked like when it was on fire. The one who kissed you like he had forever, then walked away like it meant nothing.

---

Your story began in Monaco.

You weren’t from the glamorous circles he moved in—you were a data analyst, a junior embedded with the Ferrari tech team through a collaboration with your firm. It wasn’t supposed to be permanent. A three-month exchange, max.

But then you met him.

He was… unexpected.

Not just charming—most drivers were—but kind. Observant. Grounded.

He noticed things. The way your hands fidgeted when you were nervous, the way you bit your cheek when you were deep in thought. He asked about your family. Your dreams. Your stupid Spotify playlists.

You never stood a chance.

Neither did he, really.

Your romance wasn’t loud. It was late-night texts in hotel rooms, stolen glances between engineering meetings, and long conversations in empty paddocks. He was so achingly real with you, it felt like a world apart from the cameras and curated smiles.

But being with him meant compromise.

He was constantly gone. Racing schedules swallowed time. Public appearances consumed weekends. And you, ambitious and determined, refused to be the girl who gave up her career for a man who might not stay.

So when it ended, it wasn’t with screaming.

It ended with silence.

A text he sent after a fight left unresolved.

Maybe this isn’t working anymore.

You never replied.

---

And now, here you were, badge clipped to your lanyard, standing inside Ferrari HQ in Maranello, as part of a high-stakes project aimed at refining race strategy in the final stretch of the season.

You thought you were safe. Your role was on the tech side—data modeling, AI-assisted forecasting. Far from the drivers. Far from him.

Until Team Principal Benedetto walked in during your third day and said, “We’re restructuring the ops support teams. You’ll be working directly with Carlos Sainz for the remainder of the season.”

You blinked. “Sorry?”

He smiled as if this were a gift. “You’re the best for the role. And Carlos trusts you already, no?”

You didn’t answer.

But fate did.

---

Barcelona was the first weekend you had to be physically close.

It started off stiff. He said hello. You nodded. Conversations were technical, clipped, overly formal. You worked well together, which was cruel.

He remembered your working style. Still gave you space when you got lost in your data. Still deferred to your insights before making a decision. Still looked at you like he saw things no one else could.

On Sunday, after a rough qualifying, you found him pacing in the back of the motorhome. Everyone was scrambling to rethink tire strategy. You tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

“Softs for the start,” you said. “Trust me.”

His eyes searched yours. “You always say that.”

“And I’m usually right.”

He paused, then—God help you—smiled.

“Still smug, I see.”

“Still annoying,” you shot back, but the corner of your mouth betrayed you.

And just like that, the ice began to melt.

---

It was gradual, the way you began orbiting each other again.

Coffee runs became casual check-ins. Meetings bled into offhand jokes. One night in Zandvoort, you walked back from dinner alongside each other instead of taking separate cars.

He talked about his father, his doubts, the pressure of legacy. You told him about your promotion, the offer to move to the States, the way your apartment still smelled faintly of his cologne no matter how often you washed the sheets.

Then came the night in Singapore.

A disaster race looming, data unclear, and the strategy team deadlocked.

You stayed up until 3am rerunning simulations. Found a window—risky but potentially race-changing. You didn’t run it by the lead strategist. You went to Carlos directly.

“If you want to win, this is how,” you said, shoving the numbers at him.

He studied them. Then looked at you.

“Do you still believe in me?”

You hesitated. Then: “Yes.”

And he nodded.

And he won.

---

After the race, you avoided the cameras, ducked into the operations tent and buried yourself in data again.

Carlos found you there.

His suit was half unzipped, still smelling of sweat and champagne.

“You saved my race,” he said.

You shrugged. “You drove it.”

He stepped closer. “We make a good team.”

You finally looked at him. Really looked.

“Maybe we always did.”

He smiled, a sad sort of smile. “I was stupid. Back then.”

“So was I.”

“Can I try again?” he asked. “Not to fix the past. Just… to know you now?”

You didn’t answer right away.

But you stood.

And took his hand.

And this time, it wasn’t stolen seconds.

It was a new start.

One you both chose.

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Found this when I was scrolling through my drafts, forgot about it , this was like the short Idea I saved in my drafts telling myself that I I'll develop it later but I completely forgot about it. 😅

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[mika-thexd]

RAHHH omgee I can't believe my little au of rindou got popular (my delusional ahh) so after a few brain rots and writer blocks I FINALLY wrote a part 2 of this!

Asshole Playboy! Rindou, who started to withdraw himself from his supposed "friends" (who were only friends with him because of popularity) because they found out he was actually soulmates with you— the girl he's been bullying.

"I can't believe your soulmate is that freak" they snickered as he sat down with his "friends" (watch him break their jaws on a random Tuesday night for you) "you can't have a chopped soulmate bro, go find another girl" one of the boys said as they hollered in laughs.

His patience snapped when he heard that, cracking his fingers in the process. Then, the sound of plastic hitting someone's skull rang through the air. The silence thick as Rindou glare down at the boy— shocked by the sudden physical violence.

"Next time you say something about my soulmate like that I'll punch your skull into your brains"

Asshole Playboy! Rindou who slowly gets sick cause of you. (lovesick) He can't think of anything but you, he can't breath without you, heck, he can't walk straight without him thinking of you.

Asshole Playboy! Rindou who got it bad, like the kind of love where you make random poems that sound ass, the type of love that makes you create songs, the type of love that makes you think that love conquers all. This isn't like him at all

Asshole Playboy! Rindou can't do anything about this love, because of his insolent little stupid ass that decided to bully his fucking soulmate, the one that's supposed to be your other half for fucks sake, yeah no this is so his fault.

He dragged his hands across his face "fuck, onii-chan what do I do" he cried as he turned to his brother— who just rolled his eyes and turned his attention to him.

"You got this bad rin—" he sighed heavily "yes I know" "exactly, that's why I can't help. I'm not the one that decided to bully a girl that happened to be my soulmate"

Rindou stared into space— aka the ceiling, then groaned, "can you atleast try to help?" The desperation present in Rindou's voice, Ran just sighed in defeat, already tired because his beauty sleep got disturbed.

"Fine, but I need to sleep after this"

Asshole playboy! Rindou who did every combination of apology that his brother advised him. From flowers to letters, heck! Even guilt tripping (that didn't end well)

Asshole playboy! Rindou who was ready to give up, but when he goes back to that fuck ass school and that public hallway (heavy on the public) all he can see is people making out with their soulmates or people slinging their arm on their soulmates, and he thinks, 'damn I fucked up' and stare into space

Asshole playboy! Rindou who aspires to be those people one day... ᴰᵃᵐⁿ ᴵ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ

"C'mon y/n can't you just... Forgive him?-" "hard no"

Hina sighed as she ate her ice pop while looking at a certain group of people, a certain group of people where Rindou was. As she gazed at Rindou she can't help but pity him, I mean yeah he does deserve it but damn you didn't make it easy for him, she would even argue that it was petty.

She looked at you then at Rindou, it's clear that the situation is complicated but it both took a toll on you. Looking at Rindou she could see the dark circles under his eyes and the lack of a sparkle in it, then when she looks at you she could see your pale skin and tear marks.

Yeah she needs to fix this

"I know you don't want to forgive him but atleast give him a chance..."

"..."

"It's for closure Y/n— what are you looking at me like that? You both are acting like a couple in a break up"

Asshole playboy! Rindou who got so desperate, this is something he wouldn't do, this is not him! What is he doing!

Asshole playboy! Rindou thinks while rethinking his whole life decisions.

Asshole playboy! Rindou who thinks that this will be all worth it when this will give him a chance to be forgiven.

Asshole playboy! Rindou who shows up outside your door on a Saturday night with your favorite flowers. If you won't forgive him with letters then he will make you hear him out with his own words.

Asshole playboy! Rindou who hesitates to ring your doorbell.

The ring of the doorbell rang through the silence, his hands shaking and getting clammy. Damn he thinks, the things I do for this girl.

Finally the door opened and you came out, rubbing your eyes with messy hair— the kind of messy where it looks like it was meticulously placed, the air got knocked out of his lungs, you were a perfect definition of pretty.

"Hah! Your face wouldn't even pull a girl"

"None of this wouldn't even happen if you were born pretty"

"Look at that freak right there, I bet she writes those fuck ass fanfiction"

His hands notably tightened around the flowers, shaking and going pale with how he held it.

"C'mon Emma it's 3 in the morning, stop showing up in random hours to rant about Dra-"

Your eyes noticeably darkened, and your once neutral and tired expression got replaced with rage, hatred, and... A touch of sadness. "Oh... It's just you" your voice spoke with venom on the last part. He flinched, but he waited for you to finish your rant so he can apologize, so he'll know what he can say.

"I won't forgive you Haitani" ouch, he thinks, he pursed his lips in a thin line; he knew it would be this hard, but hey, anything for you.

Before you could shut the door he put his foot as a baracade. "Haitani, you know that I won't forgive you-"

"I know, I know just- please I need you to hear me out" "no! I already told you the last time that I won't ever forgive you"

"Please y/n, I know that you won't forgive me but please..."

"Just let me try"

Asshole playboy! Rindou who prayed to every Lord or God out there that this will work, that this plea will make you hear him out. To have a chance to make up for all those mistakes, to own up to his mistakes and take the hit.

Asshole playboy! Rondou who finally felt fear for the first time in years, he can't screw this up, he already did the first time, he can't fumble again.

A beat of silence passed— your mind thinking of possible ways you could avoid this, you could either shut the door to his face again and have him annoy you for weeks again. Or have him take the hit and let him try to be your friend.

"..."

"You're annoying as fuck, you're lucky my parents are away for a business trip"

Rindou's arms visibly relaxed and his grip on the boque softened. "Wait— really? You'd hear me out—?"

"Don't get too comfortable yet, just because I let you have your chance doesn't mean I'll do this again, so make it worth it."

You spoke with a flat tone with passive aggressiveness. You motioned for him to go in and he does— albeit with a little bit of hesitation. He set down his shoes on the doorstep and carefully maneuvered behind you— as if he was walking on glass.

"Sit" a simple order was enough to sit down on a nearby chair, while you were across from him. "Explain before I kick you out"

"I know that you will never forgive me, but— I want to make up for all the things I did. Even if it'll go down the drain because you won't forgive me"

You pursed your lips and sighed. This'll be a long night of arguing, you thought.

Asshole playboy! Rindou, who was actually more passionate and awkward than you thought; the day where he was with a one-sided argument with you, you thought how he was truly driven in making you forgive him, or atleast hear him out. And you said "I'll give you 5 months and that's it"

Asshole playboy! Rindou who, deep inside is still the awkward little boy in middle school that can't over his crush, he'll write letters, make songs, and make a playlist for you. Although you would never know about that, he'd rather die.

Asshole playboy! Rindou who will endure those five months of convincing you, five months of reluctance change relationship, and five months of his ego getting crushed because of how many people call him soft, just so you could forgive him.

I mean, what's five months of endurance to you?

A/n: ts took so long and I even wrote this while in a writers block so I apologize for it not being romantic enough or for the lack of tension in the air I'm not really experienced with writing lovey dovey scenes because of my aroace tendencies

[ninetailedfoxmanchi]

Mafia! BTS - What They'd Be Like with a Y/N who Is Successful

A/N: I got a request a while ago about Y/N standing up for herself like in a public space if someone bumped into her or sth even though she's always really compassionate, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about the Y/N I usually write. I'm also taking a course in feminist literature and it's making me rethink everything I know about life and society btw.

Obviously this is all fiction and a safe space in any case, whatever our desires and fantasies may be, but I just wanted to put it out there that I could do some requests where Y/N is just as strong and successful (even for prompts I already did). I think it'd be interesting to see how the members' dynamics would change. If not, I've got plenty to work on :) still, let me know what you'd prefer!

Disclaimer: Regardless of whether Y/N is confident or shy or financially successful or poor, the level of her compassion, autonomy and self-determination is unquestionable. There's power in allowing others to take control as well as having the control yourself; neither represents a weakness in the character.

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Jin

I think Jin would have such a hard time when you wouldn't let him pay just like you would feel when he insisted on paying. Other than that he would be immensely proud of your success (for some reason I see Jin with someone who is in law, an attorney or a court interpreter) and how hard-working you are. Although it was hard for him to get you to relax around him as you always keep everything under control, it just made Jin appreciate it even more - that out of all people, he is the one who can make you let your guard down.

Namjoon

Needless to say, Namjoon worships you. He never thought he would meet his match but then you came along with your brilliant mind and swept him off his feet. Although you make your own money, he doesn't want you paying for anything. He loves taking care of you. You didn't let him in the beginning but accepting a gift or a beautiful dinner from Namjoon soon made you realize you weren't surrendering any of your hard-earned power. Namjoon respects your work and your desire to build your own career independent of his power and connections. Besides, there's nothing that turns him on more than seeing you on top of your game.

Yoongi

You would definitely meet through some work-related thing and seeing you take care of business would strike a cord in his heart. Much to his surprise you agreed to go out with him the first time he asked you but he soon realized you weren't settling for mediocrity and are perfectly comfortable in your own company. Getting to know you only drew Yoongi closer and although he always gave you space, whether that meant you paying for the date or driving, Yoongi always had your back.

Hoseok

A part of Hoseok might feel threatened by your business at first, not because he wouldn't wish you success but because he would feel insecure in what he could offer you. He had always taken care of his partners financially before and you were the first who didn't want (or need) it. Still, you're so clever and witty that Hoseok couldn't help but fall for you and it changed his attitude completely. When you began to let your guard down, he truly realized you trusted him with your worries and problems and that was the real way he could take care of you.

Jimin

Jimin loves it. He loves your confidence, your independence and admires your success although he also loves when you let down your guard and allow him to take care of you for once. Jimin likes it when you talk to him about work, even if it's just complaining about a lazy employee. He feels like he is a part of your world that way. You don't mind receiving presents and going on luxurious dates that Jimin pays for because he is so reassuring about you having power and money of your own. He doesn't think about it when you pay for a vacation; money isn't on his mind like that.

Taehyung

Taehyung is a lot like Jimin. His confidence knows no limit when it comes to celebrating your success. He doesn't feel threatened in the least although he is almost always the one to pay, be it a nice dinner, a flight to a luxurious resort or an extravagant accessory. When he does it, Taehyung isn't thinking about the money at all because he has more than enough of it and so do you. He is very transparent about his feelings for you and his attitude towards your career.

Jungkook

Out of all of the members, Jungkook would have the hardest time accepting how self-sufficient and hyper-independent you are. He likes to take care of his partner, not just physically but financially. It is not so much about control rather than Jungkook needing the feeling that he has a purpose. He is always thinking about how to make your life easier without compromising your sense of self. You worked hard to achieve the success you had and Jungkook respected every aspect of it. There was a lot of compromise needed from both of you to achieve a level of comfort of intimacy where neither of you felt threatened. But once you overcame that barrier, nothing could come between the two of you.

[mummyemmatojames]

36. A Tough Day: An Accident and a Lesson in Care

Hello, dear community. Emma here, your Mummy-in-training, with a heavy-hearted update on our MDLB and FLR journey. Yesterday was rough—I feel terrible after an incident that left James upset and me questioning how I’m handling our rules. I neglected his needs in a way that led to an accident, and I’m still reeling from the guilt. I’d really appreciate your thoughts on how to move forward and prevent this again.

What Happened

We were out shopping in the afternoon—picking up some groceries and a new formula flavor I wanted to try since he’s been lukewarm on the last one. At one point, James quietly asked me to go to the toilet, following our rule that he needs my permission in public. I was distracted— juggling bags, checking my list—and I brushed it off, saying, “Mummy will take you in a minute, sweetheart.” I meant to follow through, but I got caught up in the checkout line and totally forgot. It slipped my mind completely, and we headed to the car without a stop.

As I was loading the boot, James started fussing from the backseat about the new formula I’d shown him—grumbling that he didn’t like the sound of it. I was already frazzled, so I popped his dummy (or “dumdum,” as we now call it) in his mouth to settle him (he’s not allowed to speak with it in). I figured it’d calm him down while I finished up, and we started the 10-minute drive home. But a few minutes in, I heard him fussing again—little whimpers that turned into semi-crying. I glanced back and saw his face crumpling, and then he whispered, “Mummy, I really need to pee.”

My heart sank and when I looked down I realised he’d had a tiny accident right there in the backseat—not soaked but a tiny wet patch—because I hadn’t taken him when he asked. I pulled over as soon as I could and let him pee in a bush, grabbed some wipes and a spare pair of pants from the boot (thank goodness I keep extras), and cleaned him up as best I could on the side of the road. I took him home, nursed him to try to comfort him, and changed him fully, but he was furious and humiliated the whole time. “You forgot me, Mummy,” he said, his voice shaking, and even after nursing, he pulled away, still upset. He’s been quiet and distant since, playing with his train set but not really engaging with me.

My Guilt and Reflection

I feel awful—like I failed him as his Mummy. He trusted me to take care of his needs, and I let him down by forgetting something so basic. The dummy didn’t help—it kept him quiet when he was trying to tell me he couldn’t hold it anymore, and I missed the cues because I was too caught up in my own head. I’m kicking myself imagining if this had happened in the shop—him having an accident in public would’ve been so much worse for him, and it’s only luck it didn’t. My poor boy was already embarrassed enough in the car; I can’t bear the thought of it being more public.

This was a wake-up call. I’ve been so focused on rules like asking permission, nursing, and the dummy to keep him in his little space that I didn’t think about how they might backfire if I’m not fully present. He’s thriving with the structure—emotionally, physically—but today showed me I need to balance it with better attention to his immediate needs. I can’t just brush him off and assume he’ll wait; he’s my little boy, and he relies on me to follow through.

Rethinking the Rules

I might need to tweak some things so this doesn’t happen again. The permission-for-toilet rule works at home, where I can take him right away, but in public, it’s trickier—I get distracted, and he’s too shy to push when I delay. Maybe I should let him signal me quietly if it’s urgent—like a tug on my hand—or just take him the moment he asks, no matter what I’m doing. The dummy’s great for calming him, but I shouldn’t use it to silence him when he’s trying to communicate something important; I’ll save it for comfort, not control, in those moments.

I also need to be more mindful when we’re out—keep a mental checklist so I don’t forget what he’s asked for, especially something as basic as a toilet break. Nursing him after didn’t fix it this time—he was too upset—and I hate that he’s still furious and humiliated. I’ll talk to him later, once he’s calmed down, and apologize properly, but I want to make sure I’ve got a plan to prevent this moving forward.

What Do You Think?

I’d really love some advice from the community—have you ever had a moment where a rule led to an accident like this? How did you adjust to make sure their needs weren’t neglected? For those with permission rules in public, how do you stay on top of it when life gets busy? And if you’ve had to rebuild trust after a slip-up—especially when they felt humiliated—how did you approach it? I feel so bad for my poor boy, and I want to get this right.

Thank you for being here as I work through this guilt. I love our dynamic, but today reminded me I need to be as attentive as I am strict—James deserves that from his Mummy.

With all my love (and a lot of regret), Emma (aka Mummy) 💕

[wonton4rang]

how do u think bnd boys wld act around you when they’re high?

bnd legal line being high or involved in drugs is one of my favorite concepts, oh myyy. plus, most of these came out as smut kinda thingy so yeah 😔

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why'd you only call me when you're high?

pairing: bnd legal line x reader.

warnings: +18, smut, mentions of drugs usage, dirty talk, pet names.

summary: how would bnd legal line act around you when they are high.

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sungho; let's go to a parallel world where he might do drugs cause i honestly don't see him into it but yeah. i feel like he would turn into this excessively touchy/ funny guy that would just not know the concept of personal space. he would sit besides you, his hand on your thigh while it went dangerously close to your heat only for him to laugh at your blushed cheeks and kiss your lips to whisper against them "you would look so pretty sucking my dick right now". and it was great, yeah, if the other members were not sitting across the room in the other couch.

riwoo; he goes into subspace and i'm a 100% sure, he would be so lovey dovey and happy, making those awful jokes with a numb tongue before he goes completely quiet. tbh you didn't noticed at first but when you looked for him with your eyes and saw him facing the floor while he played with his fingers, you knew he was wasted. so you just made your way to him, holding his hands and softly kissing his lips, whispering a loving "wanna get out of here, baby?" that only made him excited because he knew what you meant, whenever you looked at him like that he ended up w his dick wrapped by your pussy and his legs shaking and hurting due to the intense sex you gave him. and he quickly forgot anything and everything that was making his head go to places.

jaehyun; myungjae is such an ecstasy boy, damn. he's horny asf 24/7 and when he gets high?? he could even come across as too dirty or pushy because he is making you rethink everything you say when he makes a sexual joke about it, his hands getting freaky on your body, grazing your boobs under that shirt, your thighs and even lifting your skirt a bit so he could go further. but it was all in public so you would tell him to shut it off, only for him to take you to his car and fuck the shit out of you on the backseat.

taesan; dongmin gives me one of the strongest "if i did drugs, i'd smoke weed" vibes ever, like damn. so be aware that when he got high he would be almost the opposite, his jokes wouldn't be as innocent as always, his eyes won't look at you the soft and loving way they always did, and his voice would turn two tones down while he barely responded to whatever you were saying because he was so lost in the way your lips moved he did not gave a single fuck about what you were saying. so he would start a kiss, a rough one, suddenly towering over your body and giving zero to none space for you to even backup or take the lead if you wanted to. he would be demanding, rougher than usual and very quiet, he would probably adventure and try new stuff only to be really ashamed when he came down from his high. but it was that or him simply listening to the music blasting out his speakers while he starred at the ceiling with your head laying on his shoulder or his lap and he played with your hair.

leehan; i feel like leehan could be two sides of a coin, no in between, he could either be super scary or super cute. i feel like he wouldn't like to do drugs as a daily basis so he would do it at a party, his head spinning so much his eyes could only register light schemes, he would love the vibe too, specially because you always were there with him to take care of his pathetic self. yeah, that until you both got back at home, he is typically one to be very active sexually so if he is on his "scary" side of the high, he would push you against the wall, whispering a mean "you're such a fucking slut. teasing me all night when you knew i couldn't fuck you there", his voice low and his alcohol infused breath hitting your face and it honestly made you nervous because you knew he wasn't thinking right. but oh well, he still fucked you and you were the one asking for more afterwards.

[icallhimjoey]

Perhaps if the birthday boy is so private he should rethink celebrating in front of a crowd of people next to the DJ at a party in a public space?

Of course videos and pictures are going to be shared. Maybe don't message his friends on social media, but to criticize people for sharing that which was meant to be seen and reacted to?

agreed

[crimsonender]

Whipping Girl is good from rhe excerpts i have seen, just appropriated by worse ppl (like hot alostatic load). Serano literally says, sexism is not unilateral in the rethinking male priveledge section of the book

It's not bad but I don't think it's the be all end all of trans feminism. I'm rereading a bunch of feminist theory for a video I'm doing. Starting and ending with Julia Serano wrt intersectionality and trans politics is like engaging with Allison Bechdel as the be all end all of feminism.

I also kinda wanna shake the woman for pretty much exclusively referring to trans people assigned female at birth collectively as "FTMs" and that probably being the source of this style of labelling trans people thusly in more recent years. (AFABs, Theyfabs, FTMs, TME, etc.) It clearly all just comes from how Serano talks about trans men in WG and if I had to make a guess, in her public speaking roles and lectures as well. For a while now because of anti masculinity in queer spaces, especially anti trans-masculinity and a fear of masculinity presenting itself where it "ought not to belong," Trans women get to be women, but trans men, afab trans mascs, and afab nonbinary people are always reduced to their body parts in a lot of rhetoric, to capitulate and pressured to shrink ourselves in order to soothe the fears of our out groups. (and sometimes our in groups!) And if we try to talk about that and the effect it has on us and our ability to live our lives and interact with the people around us, we're "feminizing ourselves as a gotcha." Trans women get to have a liberation. They get to have wins like Whipping Girl. Trans men are regulated to the background and are allowed only the scraps of the achievements earned by the cis and trans women around them (after they're done with them of course) and when trans men do manage to achieve victories, it's appropriated and our identities are often erased.

[dcnatural]

Valentine's At Wayne Manor

Word Count: 1090

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Jason Todd x Tim Drake x Reader

Rating: General Audiences

Synopsis: It's finally time to reveal your relationship to the public. And there's no better occasion than a Valentine's Day Gala.

A/N: Work written for the @macrocest winter bingo, filling the prompt for "valentine's day dance".

A/N: This work is a sequel to Below Wayne Manor and Above Wayne Manor. Unlike the previous parts, this one is non-smutty. Thank you to all the read, liked and/or commented <3

By the time you left your bedroom and made your way into the ballroom, the Wayne Manor Annual Valentine Gala was already in full swing. Like always, your father had spared no expense, and the vast space, with its polished marble floors and towering windows, had been transformed into a fairy tale forest, with twinkling fairy lights, cascading ivy and delicate heart-shaped lanterns swaying gently from the vaulted ceiling. A string quartet played something slow and haunting melody that lingered in the air. Distinguished guests filled the room, their faces adorned with smiles and laughter as they mingled, sipping on their drinks and nibbling on hors d'oeuvres. The manor was always impressive, always immaculate, but tonight, it pulsed with an almost theatrical romance, the kind that Gotham rarely allowed. It was the perfect scenario to announce your relationship.

Standing in the grand staircase, you analyzed the room in search of your brothers, your long dress rustling slightly as you shifted on the heels that Bruce had gifted you for the occasion. Dick, Tim, and Jason huddled together by the bar, their backs to you, engaged in what seemed like a serious conversation.

As if sensing your gaze, Dick turned and met your eyes. He flashed you a grin that made your heart skip a beat, and you could practically feel your cheeks turning pink. With a deep breath, you started descending the staircase, making your way towards your brothers and ignoring anyone who tried to strike up a conversation with you. 

As you got closer, you caught snippets of their conversation.

"...I still think it's a bad idea," Tim was saying, his voice low but tense. "Bruce will kill us."

Jason scoffed. "I died once already, don't worry, it's not that bad."

"He'll get over it," Dick replied, ignoring Jason's joke. "He can't exactly disown his own daughter, can he?"

You reached them just as Dick was about to respond, and he glanced up at you, his smile softening. "There she is," he said, stepping away from the bar to greet you with a hug. "You're looking stunning," he murmured in your ear. 

You blushed even harder at the compliment, smoothing a hand over the deep emerald green fabric of your gown. "Thank you. You look quite dashing yourself."

Dick released you and placed his hand on the small of your back. "Come on," he said, gesturing to Tim and Jason, who joined you, Tim interlocking his arm with yours. Jason rolled his eyes at the gesture, but didn't reject it when Tim offered him his free arm. 

"Let's show Gotham what the family that watches over them is really like," Dick whispered, winking at you, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement and nervousness.

"Are we actually doing this?" you asked, suddenly rethinking the plan.

Dick leaned down to press a soft kiss to your temple. "Now it's too late to go back, baby."

As the four of you walked through the ballroom, heads turned. Whispers followed your every step. You could see the shock and curiosity on people's faces as they tried to process the sight of you and your brothers together. It was clear that the gossip mill would be working overtime tonight.

Bruce was standing by the fireplace, speaking with Mayor Hill, Selina by his side, when he spotted you. He lifted a brow, eyes flicking over the four of you as the room quieted, Gotham’s elite sensing that something was about to happen. Selina smirked, swirling the champagne in her glass as if she already knew what was coming.

You inhaled sharply, feeling Tim’s grip on your arm tighten slightly in silent support. Jason stood tall, the ever-present mischief in his eyes tempered by something steadier, something protective. Dick, ever the showman, flashed you a quick, reassuring grin before guiding you toward your father.

Bruce's expression remained unreadable as you stopped in front of him, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Dad," you started, voice steady despite the rapid beating of your heart. "I wanted to take this moment to share something with you. With everyone", you added, head turning slightly to address the room.

Bruce didn't respond immediately, just studied you with that quiet, assessing gaze of his. You had grown up under that look, the way he always saw everything, understood everything before anyone else did. But this… well, this, he hadn't seen coming.

"We are in love," you continued, your voice stronger now. "Dick. Jason. Tim. Me. It's not conventional, it’s not what Gotham expects, but it's real." You forced yourself to hold your father's gaze, determined not to waver. "And I won't hide it just because it might make people uncomfortable."

The silence that followed was deafening. Somewhere in the crowd, a socialite let out an audible gasp. Eyes widened, whispers swelled, the entire room hanging on Bruce Wayne's reaction.

For what seemed an eternity, his gaze moved between the four of you. Then, finally, his expression softened. Not much, but enough. "Are you happy?" he asked, his voice calm, even.

You swallowed, feeling a lump form in your throat. "Yes," you said, meaning it. "I am." 

"Duh", chimed Jason in agreement, at the same time Dick let out a firm "Yes" and Tim nodded eagerly. 

Bruce nodded once, as if that was all he needed to hear. Then, in a move that sent another ripple of shock through the room, he placed a hand on your shoulder. "Then that’s all that matters." The approval in his voice was unmistakable.

The hush in the ballroom broke all at once. Some murmurs scandalized, others intrigued. Selina let out a low, appreciative laugh, raising her glass in your direction. "Now that’s a Valentine’s Day announcement."

Jason let out a breath that was half a scoff, half amusement. "Well, that went better than expected."

Tim, still gripping your arm, muttered, "Bruce is way too calm. This is suspicious."

Dick just grinned, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "Told you he wouldn’t disown us. We know too much," he added with a wink.

You laughed, tension melting away as your father gave you one last approving nod before turning back to his conversation with the mayor, because of course, Bruce Wayne wouldn't let even this derail his business dealings.

The Wayne name would be the talk of Gotham tomorrow. But for tonight, you had nothing to hide. Nothing to regret. You were in love, and for once, the weight of expectations didn't feel so heavy.