#i’m not smart and conversations with me aren’t intelligent

[lilgynt]

brother came to visit, mom hating me for existing bc her son is back, and ben was like i’m not even sure ur gay bc i had a thing with a dude but that was the only way any of my family could talk to me being upset about a dating thing and btw this is some of my first attempts ever at dating and they know this im gonna lay down and die

[sixosix]

hiii i fear tumblr may have ate my ask so i'll say it again just in case--if not im so sorry please ignore this i don't mean to rush you or anything :')

wanderer, candy(does that count?), fluff!! :D

(oh oh also can i be 🪐anon/saturn anon? if not thats fine! i just thought i'd ask since i think i've been sending asks consistently enough to identify myself ^^)

notes wc 800; HII your ask wasnt eaten, i was just taking a long time writing the requests LMFAO. of course u can be saturn anon!!! welcome welcome to the blog (this ask was sent a month ago and i am very much late. idek if anon is still active here…) tbh i wrote this and just went with the flow HAHA

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You unceremoniously dump the pile of imported goods on the table, causing quite a scene in the silence of the House of Daena. They scattered about, and some even clattered onto the floor. You grinned proudly at your friends’ dumbfounded stares.

Tighnari was the first to speak. “I’m assuming you had fun on your vacation in Inazuma?”

“Do you even have money left?” Alhaitham asked, quite incredulously. The most emotion you’ve seen from this month.

It took you a moment to respond, and you felt momentarily distracted by the strange sensation of being watched. “Well, no,” you said eventually. “But I bought all this for you guys! Be more grateful, will you?”

Kaveh clapped his hands. “This is incredible! I haven’t gotten the chance to try any of these local delicacies from Inazuma!”

You nodded approvingly. See? Was that so hard? “Yes, I know. Aren’t I such a good friend? You’re welcome, all of you.”

Belatedly, they mutter their thanks.

You went on a tangent, reciting the food sales pitch you memorized from the sellers, feeling remarkably intelligent. They didn’t have to know that, half the time, you were the personification of a lost tourist/foreigner/idiot in Inazuma and just decided to play it safe and keep most of the souvenirs as food.

They segregated their wanted share and thanked you again. They left you some of the candy, which you had no qualms about eating for yourself. As you all fell into the lull of a conversation, the feeling worsened, and you’ve had enough.

You turned to your friends. “He’s been staring at me for about 30 minutes now…”

They each cast their discreet glances.

“Are you scared?” Kaveh asked worriedly.

“Look at that look in his eye!” you said. “I’ve seen that same look in Rishboland Tigers!”

“He’s not going to eat you,” Tighnari sighed. Well, he wouldn’t know that. Only Alhaitham has met Hat Guy, and he seemed to be amused instead.

“Violence is not permitted in the Akademiya grounds,” Cyno said seriously.

“Maybe it’s not you he’s looking at…?” Tighnari tried.

“Cyno, switch with me,” you ordered.

Wordlessly, he obeyed. The group watched in disbelief as Hat Guy’s gaze simply moved to where you sat next. He wasn’t even trying to hide it.

“Maybe he’s interested because it’s a candy imported from Inazuma,” Cyno supplied thoughtfully.

“That’s a good point. I’m surprised you didn’t make a p—”

“Don’t you mean—” Cyno held up the box that displayed the Inazuman Electro symbol on the front, “shocked?”

You hung your head. You spoke too soon. “OK.”

Tighnari watched your face for a long moment, but it didn’t feel as charged as the guy sitting a few tables away. “You don’t seem to hate the attention,” he concluded at the sight your giddy smile.

“No, I really don’t,” you admitted sheepishly. “He’s smart, and he’s handsome. Of course I’m interested. I just wish he would be a bit more normal about his flirting—if he’s even flirting. Should I give him some?”

You didn’t wait for an answer as your chair scraped backward and you faced Hat Guy directly.

“Make sure it’s just the candy you’re giving!” Kaveh called out.

“I see that Sparks are flying,” Cyno said.

Walking over while you held his gaze was excessively awkward, but it was worthwhile seeing Hat Guy’s little smirk grow like he was pleased you were taking his challenge. It was a bit of a problem, however, that he was undeniably attractive. If he was cute from afar, he was drop-dead gorgeous up close.

“Y/N,” you said, in place of a greeting.

“They call me Hat Guy,” he mused. “Those from Inazuma?”

“Yes.” Suddenly embarrassed that the bullshit you were spewing was picked up on by the guy who everyone was pretty sure was born in Inazuma. “Did you hear me?”

Hat Guy shrugged, plucking one candy from the pile on your hands. “You did pretty well. But I only have one criticism, and I can tell you bought most of them from the same place.”

Ah, you did do that. He tore off the plastic and popped it into his mouth, expression turning sour. “The best ones come from the locals. You should’ve asked the kids,” he advised.

Mouth dry, you said, “Yeah, I should’ve.”

Everyone told you that the mysterious new student—Hat Guy, you now learned—was prickly and slips off when someone approaches him. His birthday was apparently a very thrilling event—in the case that everyone had to hunt him down to give him his cake.

“Want a tip?” he asked, head tilted and looking entirely pretty. His tongue rolled around as he ate his—your candy.

“You seem to know best.”

“Take me with you next time.”

[save-the-villainous-cat]

hero x villaim but hit them with the "with everybody watching us, our every move, we each have reputation" (NOT A WRITING REQ UNLESS U WANNA DO IT !!!! just a silly thought I'd share bc . theyre so doomed) :3 -🐏

“You’re upset with me.” The villain chose their words carefully. In a situation like this, it wouldn’t be smart to let their emotional side win over.

“I am. I am very upset with you,” the hero said. They still looked terrible from the fight. Scratches and bruises covered their face as if the hero was the night sky and their wounds the stars. Even though the villain knew not to rush into things, they only wished to tend to the hero’s wounds.

“You know I couldn’t let you die.”

“I begged you to save those people instead of me,” the hero argued.

“It sounds horrible but I didn’t care about these people. My decision was made in an instant. I decided to save you, I decided to reach for you without even considering.” The villain wanted to explain it, wanted to make sure the hero understood. It had been an easy decision. It was cruel but it was the truth.

And now, the hero was starting to cry.

“I asked you to save these innocent people. These ten innocent people that had lives and families and jobs. These people who were important, who were someone’s entire world. Ten of them!” they choked out between sobs.

“You will save more people in the future than all of them would have combined,” the villain tried to argue but they knew, deep down they knew, how their weakness of logic and reason got in their way. They couldn’t help but see the world as patterns and effects. With explanations and conclusions weaving around them — a big terrible net of information.

They knew it wasn’t what the hero wanted nor what they needed to hear but the villain couldn’t give them what they deserved, they couldn’t find the comforting words.

They couldn’t even find a solution this time.

“That’s not the point. People aren’t numbers. People aren’t data,” the hero said. By now, tears streamed down their face and the villain wondered if they’d let them brush those tears away for them. Probably not. “I wanted you to save them. I wanted you to do the right thing.”

“The right thing was saving you. I’d do it all over again.”

“I thought you could change.”

“I thought you’d understand.” The hero shook their head and wiped their tears away with a bruised and swollen hand. A mission going south. Partly because the villain had been present. It wasn’t easy to take the blame but the villain supposed this was the least they could do if finding the right words was impossible already.

“People are chess pieces to you. You move them around how you want and you don’t care. You truly don’t care what happens to any of them,” the hero said. The villain could see their red ears and their shaking hands. And in this very moment, the villain saw themselves as the monster that they were, as the horrible human being the hero saw them as.

“I care about you, isn’t that clear enough?” they asked. The villain’s voice was shaking.

The hero took in a deep breath. The villain wanted to hug them. They wished their hero could understand. They wished they’d stop crying.

It hurt that the hero hated them in this moment.

“You’re supposed to care about others, too. You’re — you’re supposed to use your intelligence for the greater good. For other people, for humanity. I thought you understood me.”

“I do,” the villain said. “I do understand you. But in that moment, deciding between you and those people was easy. I’m sorry.”

The hero stared at them, speechless.

“You will always be my priority,” the villain said. “Even if you hate me. Even if you kill me eventually. I won’t put up a fight.”

“Do you like being hated?”

“I like you more than I care about being liked,” the villain said. They weren’t sure if they’d ever see the hero again after this.

“And I loathe you for that. I loathe you for the person that you are.”

They didn’t see each other for a long time after that conversation.

[pocket-watcher]

You're little writing snippets are so great!! I'm scrolling your blog now FERAL omfg

If it's alright, and you're okay with it, would you be willing to write a short snippet about a girl resisting being ensnared and hypnotically seduced by a magic creature, maybe a beautiful fey or vampire?? But then falling into their eyes and ultimately under their spell??

No worries if not, I will devour anything and everything!!

Aaaaa hello!! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing! I’m sure I can whip something up for ya!

Rule #1, don’t step in a fae circle.

Shit.

It hadn’t been her fault. She simply slipped and fell. She knew the stories, and had always been so careful, and yet here she was cursing under her breath as she tried to leg it out of the woods.

Yeah. She barely made it 5 steps before something invisible snaked around her waist and pulled her right back into the broken ring of mushrooms.

“Oh, aren’t you something?” The ethereal voice rang out. She shut her eyes tight.

Nope. Not real. If she can’t see it then it’s not real.

“Oh, but I am real. I assure you.”

What the hell?! Could this thing read minds?!

“Yell all you want, human. It won’t get you out of this predicament any faster than having a polite conversation with me.” They hummed.

She squeezed her eyes tightly, turning her whole body as far away from them as she could. She fought to keep her mind blank and empty.

“Ah. A smart one.” She felt a slender finger lift her chin. Her scrunched face relaxed into the touch, but she didn’t dare to let her eyes open.

Blank and empty.

“Who are you?” She asked as strongly as she could.

“I’ll give you my name if you give me yours.” She felt them tuck her hair behind her ear.

“I would never.”

“Then I am no one.” The voice teleported around her. Impossibly. Echoing in her mind as she focused on the words in an attempt to keep her mind empty and blank, as not to give away her name.

“And,” their voice continued in soothing tones, “you are the one who knows better than to give her name and yet stood between the mushrooms in my forest…”

Despite her eyes being closed she felt their gaze travel down her body. They were studying her. Sizing her up.

“I fell.”

She stood her round.”

“No, my dear. Trust me. You haven’t fallen yet.”

Shivers went up her spine.

“What do you want with me?”

“That’s not the right question, but I’ll answer it.” The voice circled her. Coiling around her. She turned to follow it with her ears, eyes so tempted to open. Begging her mind to open them. Empty and blank. Don’t think about it don’t think about it.

They laughed at her thoughts.

“I want to take you away from here. I want to make you my toy. I want you to tell me your name. I want to steal you away from this world and take you to another.”

She felt their lips inches from hers. Her mind was empty.

“And blank.”

They had tricked her. Used her intelligence against her. She had stilled her own thoughts. She had focused on their words. She had fallen so easily under their spell.

Her body tingled. Her eyes willed to open.

“Open them.”

Brown eyes met dazzling silver. They were so clearly not of this world. She couldn’t help but stare. The world tipped around the two from her twirling to follow their voice.

“Tell me, what is your name?”

She couldn’t think. Couldn’t resist.

As soon as her name left her tongue it disappeared into the afternoon breeze. It echoed through the wood, but only for a moment. The two left together, and her name and memory scattered to time as if she had never existed in this world to begin with.

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ teacher's pet ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by anonymous ˚₊ ⊹

ft. oliver evans x f! reader — nijisanji jp

╰₊✧ your professor doesn’t like how close you’re getting to that playboy & calls you after class to discuss it┊2.3k words

contains: smut!! dom oliver & sub reader┊teacher/student relationship, age gap (unspecified but reader is early 20s & oliver is late 20s), established relationship (friends with benefits), jealousy, brat-taming (the good girl persona isn’t real), office sex & risk of getting caught, mentioned height difference, receiving oral, ooc probably (he’s bad with feelings), unrequited feelings & angsty rushed ending lmao

➤ author's note: i said “end of the week as in tomorrow”, but i was feeling generous!! i originally made prof and the reader have no relations other than teacher & student, but i struggled to create a dialogue so i made them friends with benefits and it got a lot easier! i did not plan to give it an angsty ending or to attach so much emotion to it, but it felt so right in the moment and i’m not taking it back 

you’re a good student, you know that right? you show up to every lecture without fail regardless of the weather and always take notes while asking questions along the way, which may seem annoying to some when in the later years of university, but you always help out others who missed class or don’t understand the material. you have a bright future ahead of you with how intelligent you are and how you’re so knowledgeable about the lessons of every class you’re in, he’s positive that he’ll see you on the news for making a historical breakthrough in whatever you’re studying and becoming one of the country’s richest women.

he doesn’t need to tell you this because he knows that you’re already aware of it, so why are you risking it all to hang out with some playboy who isn’t interested in anything more than a fun time and your body? as a professor, he’s seen and heard all that’s happened: how he asked you to help him cram for an exam, how a little friendship started blooming between the two of you, how you began to get more flustered when he got close to you, and most importantly, how he’s treated every other girl like that before breaking their hearts once he got what he wanted. you were so smart academically, but it seemed like you were too naive in matters of the heart.

normally, these aren’t issues that would bother him since he’s seen it repeated time and time again. although, he isn’t lying when he thinks your case is more important to him since he doesn’t want to see his best student fail due to a broken heart. he knows that your personal life is none of his business, but he’d be damned if he didn’t at least try to intervene. as your professor, it’s part of his job to make sure that his students are all going down the right path and to prevent them from being led astray!

this is far from the first time he’s called you to see him in his office after class, going over the essays that you asked him to review before grading or simply asking you about your plans for after college, but it is the first time he’s asked to see you out of worry. it’s actually been a while since he’s seen you one-on-one like this, the last time being three weeks ago. he balled his fit up tightly when he saw that boy loitering by his doorway after escorting you as you convinced him that he didn’t need to wait around for you and would be at the planned arrangement when the time came. he didn’t feel disappointed like he thought he would, feeling rather dejected and inexplicitly angry for reasons he couldn’t place.

“i noticed that your grades have been slipping,” oliver started as you took a seat, watching you tense up as soon as the words left his mouth. you probably realized too late that this conversation was going to happen before you could make any real change to avoid it, just living in dread for the past week or so. “do you mind me asking if there’s something that brought about this change?” you anxiously fiddled with the hem of your dress and he sighed, not wanting to scare you off, “and please, be honest so that i can help you in any way that i can.”

“i-i’ve just been… distracted… it’s nothing that you need to be worried about…”

well, that was pretty obvious, he didn’t exactly expect you to admit the truth right away. he wasn’t quite sure how he was supposed to go about this in a professional manner, but still plowed ahead to skip any unnecessary awkwardness and asked you to specify what the distraction was. he wasn’t even sure what the point of asking was since no student would ever spill their dating life to an authority figure even if they were asked (especially if they were asked), so he decided to just rip off the bandage. “listen, i know that it’s normal for students your age to be experimenting romantically with others, but you shouldn't be letting it distract you from your studies!”

you bit your bottom lip and felt your face getting hot, burning with embarrassment that spread from your nose to the tips of your ears. “my grades aren’t that bad!” you defended, “i’m still passing and turning in everything on time!”

“barely passing while turning in assignments a minute or two before the deadline,” he corrected, making you flinch. “i hate looking at everything academic going downhill for you— over some guy who peaked in high school and won’t be able to amount to half of what you are now too.”

you bit the inside of your cheek seeing your prim and proper professor suddenly being unprofessional by speaking poorly about one of his pupils even if it was the truth. he was only human after all, he didn’t have to like every single person who walked through the doors. besides, it’s not as astonishing as it may seem for him to let his guard down and show his true colors around you, and seeing as he was being transparent with you, there was no reason why you couldn’t do the same. “aww, what’s the problem? are you jealous?” you scoffed as you got up to pace around his room and meddle with some of his things like you owned the damn place, “now you know how i feel whenever you got all of those other girls trying to bend over your desk asking you to give them extra credit.”

all he could do was glare with annoyance in his eyes, wondering about just how these predicaments come about. it’s true that this is far from the first time he’s called you to see him after class, but it’s never been for any of the reasons he’d listed before. you never needed his help for anything in the first place— or at least you never needed his help for anything academic. most people don’t see anything special about your dearest professor aside from his handsome face and strait-laced attitude, but you’ve always seen more to him (and have seen more of him). with the current state of things, things were too easy and handed to you on a silver platter, so why not pass some time by having an illicit affair that allowed you to have some control over an attractive authoritative figure? it isn’t partying or doing drugs, but it gives you all the rush and fun you need by having him help you out with your needs.

it didn’t take too much time for oliver to figure out that you weren’t really the goody-two-shoes teacher’s pet you had everyone believe you were. he doesn’t have the foggiest idea why you act that way, but you certainly play the part well as he was none the wiser until you seduced him. he’s the teacher with higher standing and a name, yet instead of being the one with power in the relationship, you were the one with all the chips on your side. you love this little game that’s been arranged, one where you know exactly what he’ll do in response to any of your actions: calling you to his office after class to take out his frustrations on you. this was by far the first time that he’d called you over because of jealousy, and it certainly won’t be the last time.

“how about you give me some extra credit, professor?” you mocked, pouting your lips and batting your eyelashes as you pushed some of his belongings aside so that you could sit on one of the shorter sides of his desk. “since my grades are so low? pretty please?”

he has half a mind to ignore your flirty little comments and chew you out for purposely pissing him off just because you felt like he wasn’t giving you enough attention, but god, you’re such a vixen. it never mattered if you were wearing a hoodie and sweatpants or a crop top and short skirts, you somehow managed to be so enticing in all forms and lure him towards you like a moth to a flame. it might be your eyes, possessing a distinct mischievous sparkle that knew he didn’t have it in him to deny you.

when he grabs you by your collar and crashes his lips onto yours, you find it almost funny how weak he is to your charms and his envious nature. he always tells himself that it will be the last time he’ll be hooking up with you and will stop this inappropriate behavior that could ruin his life if discovered, but every time you’re presented to him, he finds his lust and true emotions spiraling into this very position at the end of it all. he wasn’t sure why he was constantly lying to himself about this issue all the time when it was plainly clear whether or not he is willing to admit it. while it’s only a fling for you, it might be something more to him despite the fact that it was so wrong for him to be with you. 

it’s too late to listen to reason or the little voice at the back of his head when you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, requiring you to crane your neck upwards and also pull him towards by forcing him to lean down to your level due to his height. both of you were out of breath from the intense make-out session when he finally parted from your mouth, not saying a word or even bothering to look into each other’s eyes. it wasn’t needed when he already decided his next course of action and stood back up only to get on his knees, making quick work of pulling off your pants and underwear with a single swift movement.

you shivered at the sensation of cold air quickly being replaced by his hot breath ghosting over your cunt, barely making out a murmur about how none of the college boys you messed around with would ever do something like this. he was right, none of them ever did, and if they have, it was never half as good as how he made you feel with his experience and knowledgeable motions. hooking your legs over his shoulders with his head wedged in between to keep them separated, keeping his half-lidded eyes filled with lust on your face to watch the arrogant persona melt away into pure pleasure. 

there’s nothing that gives him greater satisfaction than watching you becoming undone while he licks long stripes along your sex before wrapping his lips around your delicate pearl and roughly sucking just to hear you squeal. now that he thinks about it, he isn’t sure if you locked the door behind you or if the possibility of someone walking in was very real. he would scare you about it, but you wouldn’t care if you were caught getting tongue-fucked by an instructor— you would probably flaunt the fact, especially if it were one of your flings or a girl who liked to flirt with him. (realistically, no one would enter before knocking and hearing his approval. besides, the place is relatively sound-proof and empty at this time.)

you tangled your finger in his brown locks and grasped onto them, not hard enough to revert his attention but just enough for you to find solace in a wave of euphoria. god, it feels like it’s been forever since you felt this sensation despite being a mere month, humming in delight every time his tongue toyed with your clit and hastily thrust into your entrance that was barely clenching around anything. your breath hitched as you threw your head back, voice caught in your throat and unable to let out anything but pathetic little whimpers instead of shameless moans.

his large hands gripped onto your thighs to hold you still, preventing you from rolling your hips or trying to grind on his face. not that he would mind you being more needy, but he wanted to keep complete control of the situation as he worked his mouth like magic until you cried out with your intense orgasm washing over you. your legs framing his head constricted for a moment, locking him in place before completely slacking from exhaustion. you usually would still have energy for another round or two after a few minutes of rest, but it’s been long enough without that you just slumped on the spot after letting go of him and placing them behind you on the wooden desk for support. 

you looked at him in a daze, still with a little devilish grin despite it all, watching him finally stand up and eyeing the sizable tent remaining in his pants, “do you need any help?” there wasn’t an ounce of care in your voice, not that there ever was when you were talking to him.

“no, i’ll handle it myself,” he stated simply. 

you tilted your head at him for a second before simply shrugging, “okay then, don’t say i didn’t ask!” there wasn’t an ounce of genuine care in your cheery voice.

“you can stay in here for now, just turn off the lights and keep quiet in case someone shows up.”

“aww, leaving already?” 

he remained quiet as you chuckled, putting his olive green coat on before departing to the bathroom to take care of himself. at least that was the original plan, any contentment he had during the whole ordeal quickly disappeared once it was all over, leaving nothing but a heavy weight on his chest that overpowered any feeling of horniness that was there. maybe he would just head home for today, rethinking what on earth he was doing. wishing for a student who didn’t see him as anything more than someone to pass the time with, he knows that he’s a deeply pathetic man regardless of how esteemed he is in the eyes of everyone else.

request [ thinking about prof evans railing us cause we've been too close with another student ]

[kimbappykidding]

Imagine your brother Jeonghan trying to set you and Scoups up but you refuse claiming Scoups is too goody-goody, which drives the leader of Seventeen crazy

It took 2 weeks after you moved to the same city as your brother for him to start trying to set you up with his friends. To be fair Jeonghan had been saying you'd really get along with Scoups for a while now but you'd managed to dodge any awkward dates or outings...until now. Your brother had invited you over to his place for dinner. He'd told you none of the guys would be there but when you showed up guess who happened to be joining you? 

The leader of Seventeen was a lovely guy and you didn't mind his company. It was your brother's prying that put you off the whole thing. You had a habit of doing the opposite of whatever someone wanted you to do and blamed your rebellious brother for teaching it to you. Usually it only annoyed other people but tonight Jeonghan got to experience it first hand. After dinner, Scoups left the table to go to rehearsal leaving you and Jeonghan alone. You'd had a nice meal and the conversation had been good. You and Scoups had joked around all night and found a lot of common ground, so your brother assumed you were in love. "So..." Jeonghan said after Scoups left the room and you smiled back pretending to be oblivious "so...". "Don't you agree Scoups is so great?" he asked. You smiled "yeah he's really nice and funny, I'm sure it drives some girls crazy". Jeonghan knew from the way you said some, you weren't talking about yourself and he couldn't believe it. "Don't tell me you're not including yourself? The two of you were so hitting it off!". You laughed "we were chatting Jeonghan that's all". "You weren't chatting you were connecting and I know it! I could see you liked talking to him so why are you denying it?". You shook your head "I'm not denying anything. Sure he's nice and handsome and cool but he's not my type". "Cool, handsome and nice aren't your thing?" Jeonghan asked. You shook your head "honestly it's the leader thing. It's a huge turn off and that's why I can't find him attractive".  

Jeonghan's jaw dropped "you're serious?" he asked you nodded "yes! You know I don't like rules and he's the leader! He's automatically more responsible and abiding". Jeonghan frowned "kinda but also not. He actually challenges our company and managers all the time. He's a good guy". "I don't doubt it but I don't want a boyfriend whose favourite roleplay is teacher and student". Jeonghan went to argue "but if you just gave him a chance...". "I said no Jeonghan" you said standing up "sometimes you're just not as smart as you think you are" and walked out of the room.

Insulting your brother's intelligence was the best way to drive him crazy and so when Scoups got home many hours later he found Jeonghan up waiting for him. "Jeonghan? What are you doing up?" Scoups asked and he sighed "my sister is driving me insane". Scoups laughed and came to sit beside him. Jeonghan had prepped Scoups beforehand and told him of his plan to set the two of you up. Scoups wasn't keen on dating a member's sister but thought you were pretty and funny so he agreed to give it a shot. When Jeonghan explained your feedback he was shocked and a little hurt. "So what does she like bad boys?" Scoups asked. Jeonghan shrugged "I guess? She's just never been one for conventional authority or tradition so it makes sense". Scoups frowned "but I'm not exactly a good boy" and Jeonghan laughed "I think she just sees you as our leader and not as you. Don't take offence". "Ow no I'm taking offence and making it my mission to prove her wrong". The more Scoups thought about your view of him the more it bothered him. He'd never ever been told he was too goody-goody. Sure he was a respectful citizen but all his life he'd been known for standing up to people and demanding what was right. So to hear you had this completely backwards idea of him made him want to show you the true him. That and the fact he was pretty strongly attracted to you and loved proving people wrong. Scoups had liked you since he first saw you and would've asked you out if hadn't been around so fleetingly. But now you were here, in all your glory, challenging him it seemed like the perfect opportunity. He figured the least goody-goody thing to do would be to confront you. So when you arrived at the house the next morning to go out with Jeonghan he walked up to you and asked you "do you really think I'm a pushover?". You looked up from your phone and shook your head "not a pushover per se but someone who follows the rules? Yep". Scoups laughed "y/n that's the furthest thing from me. I'm always saying stuff I shouldn't and standing up for the members...I even got us banned from isac for picking a fight with the referee!". You nodded "really?" not looking impressed and Scoups nodded "yes...why don't you believe me?". "Because you have such an innocent face there's no hiding it Scoups" you smiled "you're a good boy and that's fine. Geat even, so many people would love that so own it". Scoups pouted "but I'm not and I'll prove it to you!". "How?” you asked and Scoups paused "I'm not sure how but I will". In response you just raised your eyebrow and went back to your phone. You were so infuriating and that was kind of attractive to Scoups which was driving him crazy, so he started forming a plan. You lived close by so were at the house a lot which Scoups was banking on. He walked into the living room to see you sat there and made a show of sitting down on the sofa and taking his coat off. "I thought you had rehearsal?" you asked and Scoups nodded "I do". "Then what are you doing here?" you asked. He smiled "the benefit of being the leader is I get certain perks. If I want to skip a session I can. I just assign another member to do my work. Being on the top means you get to call the shots". "Is that so?" you asked and Scoups nodded "yep". "And you do this often? Making the other members pick up your slack?". "Whenever I want to" Scoups shrugged and you nodded "so what happened to always standing up for your members to management? Aren't you just as bad as them if you're doing this to your members?". Scoups paused unsure how to answer your question and still remain a bad-boy. "Well I'm not really palming my work off on them more...not doing it". You nodded "funny how the story keeps changing" and Scoups blushed. "Look my point is I do what I want when I want. I tell the management when something isn't right. I take a day off work when I want it. I have all the power. If I don't want them to find me then they don't" putting his feet up on the sofa for a bit of added effect. Then as if by magic his phone rang in his coat pocket. You both paused but neither of you moved. "You gonna get that?" you asked. Scoups always answered his phone and tensed as it kept ringing. He wanted to get it, but you were watching him so he shook his head "nope" and you smiled seeing him struggle. "Don't you wanna know who it is?" you asked, and he shook his head again. Your smile grew and you reached into his coat pocket to fish it out. "It says manager...sure you don't wanna get it?" you asked waving it in front of him. Scoups twitched and then sighed "I really should we're changing Dino's schedule and I need to know so I can tell him" taking the phone. You smirked and walked out of the room. "I am in control though" he called after you but you were long gone. The next time Scoups tried to show he was physically capable. Jeonghan told him you used the gym around the corner and although the company had a gym Scoups decided to go there too. He walked inside to see you doing some weights and smiled. He purposefully chose a machine near you and was going to pretend to have been here a while when you suddenly finished. He rushed to get on the machine as you came closer and started pulling the metal bars. "19...20" he said pretending to count as you appeared in front of him "hey y/n". He sighed like he'd just done a really difficult set and wiped his forehead "you working out too?". You nodded "yeah I am, I didn't know you worked out here". Scoups nodded "yeah all the time". "Why don't you use the company gym? Jeonghan said it's free". Scoups smiled "you think the money worries me? Money hasn't bothered me for years y/n". You raised an eyebrow and Scoups realised that sounded snobbish so hurried on "plus the gym at the company isn't very good". "It's not?" you asked and Scoups shook his head "see because we're all idols they don't want us to get injured or to get too big in case it doesn't fit our image". You nodded "right...so why are you only lifting 2kg?". Scoups went to laugh at your joke when he looked down and saw his machine, which he had been pretending to do many reps on, was set at the lowest weight. "Oh that I...well funny story it sometimes accidentally changes your weight". You nodded "wow how strange" and walked away. Scoups hung his head in his hands. When it was clear his attempts weren't working Scoups decided to call in some help aka the maknaes who still thought he was kind of scary. You were going out to dinner with Jeonghan one day and just as you were leaving Dino and Seungkwan asked if they could come. Jeonghan looked to you and you nodded "of course!". Jeonghan smirked "they're only coming because they know I'll pay for them" but there was actually another reason. Once you'd ordered your food Dino turned to you "y/n did you really say Scoups is a goody-goody?". "Yeah did you actually?" Seungkwan asked and you smiled "who told you him or Jeonghan?". "I heard it from Vernon" Seungkwan said rather quickly and Dino nodded "yep me too". You didn't believe either of them and smelled something fishy but smiled. "Yes I said that and I stand by it". "Seriously?" Dino asked laughing "he's our toughest member and not even just physically he's so brave and outspoken". He can be really scary too" Seungkwan said. You smiled "Scoups? Scary?". "Ow yeah Scoups is terrifying" Seungkwan said. You nodded "and what makes him so scary those cute cheeks and long eyelashes?". "His personality" Dino said "and he's very strong". Seungkwan nodded "and he just has this aura about him. When his tone lowers you get scared automatically". "Yeah one day I walked into the dorms to find him attacking Mingyu" Dino said "I was so scared I avoided him for like a month after". The guys all laughed and Jeonghan smiled "it's all true y/n". You nodded "I don't doubt it but when was this?". Dino paused "erm that doesn't matter". "No I want to know when it was" you said smiling sweetly and Dino sighed "when we were trainees but just because he doesn't do it anymore doesn't mean he's not scary!". "Yeah we're better behaved now!" Seungkwan agreed. You smiled "so when was the last time you avoided him for a month?". Dino looked down "since that day...never". You smiled satisfied "oh look our food is here" and the boys knew they'd lost. When the guys returned home Scoups was waiting. The minute they walked through the door he jumped up "so how did it go?". They all looked down and Scoups' smile faded "not well huh?". "She just...didn't really care" Dino said and the others nodded "yeah she knew the stories we were telling were from ages ago and she just shut us down straight away" Seungkwan explained. Scoups sighed "no problem thanks for trying". "We can try again if you want?" Dino asked but Scoups shook his head "no it's fine..." and walked away. Jeonghan followed Scoups and sighed "I have to get back to the company building but I don't want you to be upset". "I'm fine" Scoups said but Jeonghan could tell he wasn't. "You know this probably isn't even anything to do with you...when y/n gets an idea in her head it can't be shaken and that's just how she is". Scoups nodded "yeah I get it don't worry it's fine". Jeonghan sighed but stood up "okay well you can call me if you need me, yeah?". Scoups nodded and waved as he left. The door closed and Scoups sighed. He didn't know why you were so against him but he was done trying to convince you otherwise. He thought the two of you would've gotten along well but it clearly just wasn't meant to be. The doorbell went and Scoups figured Jeonghan must've forgotten his key or something. He opened up the door to find you stood there of all people. He blinked when he saw you and even you seemed surprised he was the one who opened the door. "Hey, Jeonghan forgot his wallet. He asked me to put it in my bag for safekeeping and forgot to take it back". Scoups nodded taking it "thanks for bringing it back". "No problem" you said and looked down "so...goodnight" and went to walk away. "Wait y/n...I have something to say to you" Scoups said. You paused and turned back around "okay". Scoups' heart was hammering in his chest but he took a deep breath and began to speak. "Look I'm not covered in tattoos and piercings. I don't drive a motorcycle and I've never gotten in trouble with the law but that doesn't make me soft. I'd fight anyone for my members because they're my family and I'd do anything for the people I love. I'm strong physically, mentally and sometimes there's more to be said for the man who sticks around and supports people than the ones raising hell and setting fire to things but if that's not your thing then that's totally fine. I just wanted to say that to you". You nodded "are you done?". Scoups nodded swallowing and you sighed before smiling. Scoups frowned and you began laughed. You let him sweat for a few seconds before coming clean. "Scoups I never thought you were soft and I'm not into bad boys". "You're not? But Jeonghan said...". You chuckled "my big brother is great but he's never met a single one of my boyfriends in person before. He has no idea what my type is and yes it's true I don't like followers but as a leader I'd say you're the opposite of that, right?". Scoups heart was beating rapidly and as you said those words he felt the blood rush to his cheeks. "Right" he nodded and you smiled "i like guys who know what they want and go for it. Ones who stand up for what is right. Ones who speak their mind" you said "I was waiting for this the whole time". Scoups laughed "so for once all I had to do was open my big mouth?". You nodded "yep but you did it now". Scoups nodded and spurred on by how you were looking at him he smiled "and what's my prize for that?". You smirked "well I have some ideas but is there anything you want?" you asked flicking your hair back. "You" Scoups admitted and he kissed you. Scoups pulled you into the house and closed the door behind you. He melted into the kiss and was encouraged by how eagerly you kissed him back. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you even closer and he backed you up against a wall. Just as Scoups was beginning to think you weren't as confident as you claimed, you bit his lip which made Scoups gasp and pull back. You laughed at the look on his face and smiled "you're so cute". Scoups shook his head and in one smooth motion picked you up "I'm a lot of things but cute isn't one...allow me to show you". You just smiled "can't wait" and he carried you upstairs. The next morning When Scoups stumbled into the kitchen the next morning looking dazed it didn't take the members long to realise what had happened. "Y/n?" Joshua asked and Scoups smiled widely making them all laugh. "So is she everything you ever dreamt of?" The8 asked and Scoups laughed "she's amazing. I've never met a more confident person. She knows what she wants and knows she can get it which I find so attractive. She challenged me more than anyone I've ever been with and it's a constant power change". The members laughed at Scoups's very happy but tired face. "To be fair hyung this might be a power struggle you're happy to lose" Jun said and Scoups smirked "yeah you're probably right. I feel like already I'm weakening". The door opened suddenly and Jeonghan walked into the room. Everyone went silent and not so subtly looked to Scoups. Jeonghan took in his messy hair and expression, and sighed "you slept with y/n didn't you?". Scoups eyes widened "what! How did you guess that?". "Because that's the face you always have the morning after and judging by how happy you look it must've been my sister". Scoups nodded "okay yeah you're right but it was totally safe and consensual". Jeonghan nodded "I know". "So you're not mad?" Scoups asked. Jeonghan shook his head "I learned ages ago I can't control my sister. Also you remember I was trying to set you both up, right? I wish it had been a little more old-fashioned but this works too". Scoups nodded "just to warn you we haven't labelled anything". Jeonghan smiled "I know but if y/n let this happen she must like you and you're clearly enamoured with her so I'm not worried about that" Jeonghan smirked making the other members laugh. "Seriously what is your bloodline made of?" Mingyu asked and Jeonghan just grinned. Scoups came back upstairs to find you towel drying your wet hair after a shower. You were wearing one of his t-shirts that you must've found and he paused in the doorway admiring you. He didn't think you'd seen him when you suddenly spoke "I borrowed one of your t-shirts". Scoups nodded coming inside "I saw...it suits you". "I was hoping you'd say that because I like it" you said shooting him a smile. "I could be convinced to let you keep it" Scoups said and you turned around fully. You shot the wet towel at a clothes basket nearby and it went in effortlessly. "I'm pretty sure if I just bat my eyelashes at you and asked nicely you'd agree" you said walking closer. You put your arms around his neck and smiled "don't you think?". Scoups stared back at you and with effort didn't back down "hmm I might need a little more than that". You smiled "you're already getting better, I like that" and kissed him. Every time he kissed you all his thoughts went out of his head and all he wanted was you. This effect seemed to get stronger with each kiss and he once again got caught up in you when he remembered his conversation with Jeonghan this morning. You'd already progressed back to the bed but Scoups pulled back. "Wait before we...go any further I need to know, what is this? Is it something casual and open or more regular and exclusive? Just I will have to tell Jeonghan and it helps to know what I'm telling him". You nodded and got off Scoups, moving to sit down on his bed. "Well which one would you prefer?". Scoups shook his head "I'm fine with whatever you want". "So you have no opinion yourself?". Scoups came to sit beside you and recalled you liked people speaking their minds "well of course i'd prefer to be exclusive and have you all to myself. But if that's not possible then I'll happily agree to a casual thing. I want whatever makes you comfortable". You smiled "I don't give my time to just anyone". "So I've heard" Scoups smiled "and I think you like me". You nodded "I do, enough to give the exclusive thing a shot if you're game". "Of course" Scoups smiled feeling like he'd won the lottery "now where were we?". You smiled "I believe you were here” you said pushing him back down onto his back and Scoups smiled “so I was” and kissed you again. 

[academic-vampire]

Hey, first of all, I just found your blog and I love it already <3 Second, I saw that you're an english major and so I thought since we're kind of I'm the same boat maybe you'd understand the confession I want to make. Funny thing is, I also wanted to major in english lit haha I ADORE reading. Anyways, I'm currently in uni (philosophy major) and I have this constant feeling that everyone's smarter than me, and it's something that I really struggle with. I'm constantly doubting myself, and it's a fear of mine that somehow, people will notice I'm not smart enough....is it just me? Maybe it comes from a place of lack of self confidence and deep insecurity, god knows I have plenty of it, but maybe I'm not alone feeling like this sometimes? Specially when you're surrounded by people that actually do know more than you do. I kinda love it tho. The fact that knowledge is something you acquire and that learning is always constant in this environment. Downside: philosophy is a male dominated major and it can be very intimidating, and it sometimes amplifies that feeling of not being smart enough (also the constant mansplaining ugh).

Just thought it'd be good to admit it to someone without the whole fear of judgement thing, ( pls don't judge :))) ) and if you do reply, thanks for reading this :3

Awww, thank you so much. You’re very sweet. :)

And I can relate to you. I recall countless times when someone in my classes said something brilliant, and I got really quiet. I don’t mean to shut down, but sometimes I do.

One of my toxic traits is that I love being smart. I try to be the most intelligent person in the room (besides my professor), and clearly, that will never happen anyway, because “smartness” ranges and is not objective. Again, that’s why it’s my toxic trait.

Nevertheless, when I hear knowledgeable conversations around me, I start to sink into myself. Even though I know I am smart, I feel like I missed something sometimes. It's almost like I missed the joke that everyone else is laughing about.

I think what you’re feeling is normal. I’m sure a lot of people can attest to feeling this way. You’re right—philosophy is a male-dominated major. But that doesn’t make you any less knowledgeable on the subject.

Also, read this with context, but remember that people probably aren’t thinking about you that much. It helps me to remember this. If I say something dumb in class, or if I’m quiet the whole class, the only one who will remember that for longer than 45 seconds is me. And I don’t think anyone will believe you aren’t smart enough. Because… what aren’t you smart enough for? You’re studying at university. Is there a set level of smartness that everyone needs to achieve? How smart is smart enough?

Your capability for knowledge and intelligence is your own. No one else can measure it.

Knowledge is something to acquire; you’re right. Learning and coming to your own conclusions is a magnificent experience. Don’t let anyone try to diminish your love of philosophy, and don’t let anyone try to diminish your hunger for knowledge.

You are smart enough. You are right where you need to be.

[ph6ntomm]

requested? yes! - “Hello 👋, I just saw that the requests are open, so I would like to ask you if you can write one about Vince Dunn, where he comes back to home in Canada after the hockey season, and his mother talks to him about her new coworker (the reader obv), about how she is beautiful, smart, intelligent, funny, etc… and the fact he should know her, he initially doesn’t want, but one night he discovered that his mother invented her to dinner at their house, and she his absolutely perfect.”

pairings: vince dunn x fem!reader

requests are open.

a/n: this is such a cute idea! thanks anon <3 i don’t know too much about Vince but i tried my best to get it as close to the request as i possibly could. :)

warnings: none! just fluff.

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coworker

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at 5:00 pm, vince slid the key into the door of his parents house. he made quick work of unlocking it, wanting to get inside fast to put his bags down. he put his bags in their place and decided to watch tv for a while before his mother arrived back from work.

he flipped through the channels, landing on a soap opera that he had absolutely no interest in, but decided that it was better than nothing for the time being.

a few moments later, he heard the front door creak open and his mothers voice shouted “vince? are you here?” vince sat up from his spot on the couch, and stood to walk towards his mom.

“hey mom!” he smiled. she smiled back warmly at him as she walked towards him to capture him in a motherly embrace. “how have you been? i feel like i haven’t seen you in forever.” she said as she pulled back from the hug. vince laughed a little before replying “i’ve been alright. just busy, ya know? how have you been?” she smiled softly at him before pulling back completely to slip her shoes off. “i’ve been doing well. work is going great too! there’s many nice people.” she said to him.

they made their way to the kitchen and vince sat on a chair at the island as his mother went to grab a water bottle from the fridge and stood on the opposite side of the island from him. “and you know, there is this new girl that was hired recently. she very pretty. smart girl, too. i enjoy being around her a lot!” she explained with a bright smile.

vince sat there and stared at her in disinterest, but not wanting to be rude. “she made this joke earlier, i can’t quite remember what it was but it made me double over in laughter!” she said with a slight laugh. vince politely smiled at his mom and slightly nodded. his mother seemed to notice his disinterest for a brief second before continuing, “i invited her over for dinner tomorrow, so be ready for that. i’m sure you’re going to love her just as much as i do.” she said to him.

he grimaced at this, as he did not want to have to deal with people on his off season, but said nothing as he sighed and nodded.

he and his mother talked for a while longer about other work related things and decided that they would have a movie night, watching old movies that they used to enjoy together.

after this went on for about three hours, he decided that it was time for him to head off to bed, so he got up and hugged his mother before going to the room he would be sleeping in for the night.

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the next day came, and vince was slightly dreading dinner that night and avoiding conversation about it.

at around 6 pm, they heard a knock at the door. “i’ll get it.” vince called out to his mother, as she was still making dinner. he opened up the door to be met with a beautiful girl. “uhm, hi! is-“ she started before being interrupted. “yeah, my mom is here. you’re here to have dinner with us, aren’t you?” he said to the girl as she stared back at him with a blank expression. “yeah, i am.” she replied to him. he stepped aside to allow her space to walk into the house and she did.

he quickly stepped in front of her and led her to the kitchen. his mom turned around and was met with her son and her co worker walking awkwardly together. “oh, good! you’re here! how are you, sweetheart?” she greeted her. “i’m alright, thank you for asking! you have a beautiful home by the way. i love the decorations.” the girl said. “thank you, y/n! which by the way, y/n, this is my son vince.” his mother said. y/n turned to look at vince and he held out his hand for her to shake. she took it awkwardly and dropped it almost as fast as she took it.

“dinner is almost done! you can have a seat at the table if you’d like.” she said. vince lead the way as he sat down and y/n across from him. his mother brought in the bowls of food and joined them at the preset table. “alright, you can dig in now!” she said and vince immediately went for the mashed potatoes that she had made.

after filling their plates with various foods, vince’s mother started a small talk. “so, how are you liking the job?” she asked y/n. “i love it! it’s everything i could ever want in a job. it’s so easy to do and it doesn’t feel like a waste of my time, unlike my other job.” she explained as vince stared at her. he couldn’t help but notice how perfect her features really were. from her lips to her nose to her eyes, everything about her was beautiful.

he quietly stared in awe at the girl as she easily interacted with his mother, almost as if they hadn’t just met a few days prior.

after a little while, they had all finished dinner and cleaned up and had migrated to the couch as they talked away, vince interacting every so often.

when it came time to leave, y/n waved bye to vince’s mother and he walked her over to the door. “it was really nice meeting you.” he said to her. “yeah, it was great meeting you too. hopefully we’ll see each other soon.” she replied. she turned around and started toward the door before he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. she turned back around with a confused face. he hesitated for a moment before starting, “so uhm, could i maybe get your number or something? i mean i know we just met but i think that you’re a really cool person and i would just like to get to know you better-“ he rambled before he was interrupted by the girl slightly giggling. “of course you can.” she said before she handed him her phone. he took it out of her grasp and quickly typed his number in before handing it back to her. “thank you!” he said before she waved bye to him and walked out of the door.

he shut the door softly and smiled to himself. he turned around and walked back to the living room to see his mother with a smile on her face. “i knew you would like her!” she said to him before he scoffed with a smile and hugged his mother and headed off to bed for the night.

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[tatertotcosmonaut]

I hope I didn't mistake you for someone else, but I think you're the other mutual I have who's into JJK, right? I only have two mutuals who reads JJK ahahahha. So it should be you...

Have ya read the (albeit terribly-translated) leaks for C248 yet? Thoughts?

Yes I am the other JJK mutual lol, you weren’t mistaken! I have read the leaks, but I usually wait till TCB scanlations and then official translations (although I hate official translations, John Werry really needs to be replaced) so I can compare them and come to a conclusion about my thoughts.

I’m a bit more ready to negatively criticize JJK than most, but I do so because I know Gege is capable of really good writing. Shibuya is one of the best written arcs I’ve seen, and the philosophy and themes aren’t new but they are written in ways that are intriguing to me.

Sukuna is one of my favorite characters, but the mass Sukuna v. Everyone fight has steadily become more and more boring to me. There’s only so many times I can be “off the edge of my seat” with constant deaths and death scares and “Sukuna defeat” close calls before I just become blasé to it. I was expecting there to be many deaths (it is a war after all), I was expecting Sukuna to be difficult (He is known as the most powerful sorcerer for a reason), but it feels less like a battle of tension and cunning and more close to levels of “last season of Game of Thrones” writing (although not nearly as egregious, Gege is still a competent writer and he clearly is trying to tie this up as best as he can).

The Kenjaku v Takaba fight is, no joke, one of my favorite fights in the series. I think it’s a wonderful display of how cunning Sorcerers need to be whilst showing the creativity of the power system Gege has made. And I think that’s what I feel is missing from the Sukuna fight, or is steadily disappearing. Sukuna is meant to be cunning, he’s meant to be smart, but it feels less like he’s winning because he’s cunning and more because he’s winning because well…Gege needs him to for tension reasons.

The court room fight is a good example of this. Lord I would’ve loved to see Sukuna utilize his intelligence to overcome Higuruma’s domain, it would’ve been much more satisfying than Sukuna getting that one weapon confiscated and the whole fight just ending in like 4 panels and that’s that.

I also will be majorly rankled if Kenjaku is actually dead and gone. There is no reason they should be as Kenjaku, the person that prepared for this whole debacle for over 800 years, is much more cunning than to just be killed by a decapitation. I think it’s fair to say that Kenjaku is the main overarching villain, none of this would be happening if it wasn’t for them, nor would Sukuna be here either. To kill then off as if they were some dumb goon obstacle boss would be an insult to their character. Kenjaku’s connections to the Heian era, to Tengen, to Yuuji and Choso, is too valuable for them to just be gone.

Anyways, I’m intrigued to see where this will go and what Sukuna will do know that he has the ability to go forward with the Merger. Although I’m confused on why he would even bother doing that or what interest he would have in that.

I’m also interested to see where Gege is trying to go when it comes to themes of love, power, and loneliness when it comes to Sukuna. The theme of “it is lonely to be at the top” is budding into something intriguing, which is why I think Sukuna is fascinating to me. I don’t care to much about his fights, and more of him as a philosophical figure, because he his quite philosophical in and outside of fights. His ending conversation with Kashimo was quite cool. He also can’t stop being very homoerotic towards the enemies he fights and defeats. It’s funny to see hm having fun and being satisfied by an opponent and then being sent into a philosophical crisis over human emotion.

Also I am always fascinated by Gojo fans absolute hope in Gojo coming back. I think this chapter sent them into more of a fervor, I am rooting for them it would be funny to see honestly.

[adamruz]

Do You Love Him?

Summary: Torres helps Kim realize her feelings for Adam.

[This was inspired by the behind the scenes photo of Marina and Benjamin partnering up last fall and I just now finished that draft.]

Words: 759

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The unit had been taking turns partnering up with Torres in his first official week as a member of Intelligence and today was Kim’s turn. She didn’t know too much about him yet, but she figured it would be a quiet uneventful day in the car with him. She usually has to deal with Adam singing along to every song on the radio or Kevin rambling on about all of his tenants’ issues, so she was perfectly okay with quiet today. Especially after the morning she had when her and Adam got into a minor argument that escalated after a disagreement about what new refrigerator they wanted to buy.

"Hey, I know it's none of my business, but is that your daughter in the picture on your desk?" Dante asked shyly.

"Yeah, her name's Makayla. She's eight."

“She looks well loved and happy in that picture.”

“She is, thanks.” Kim loved talking about her daughter, but didn’t envision where this conversation would go next.

"You and Ruzek…right?" Dante asked, unaware of their entire situation and backstory.

Kim paused a little before answering, wondering how he placed her and Adam together. He probably noticed them arriving and leaving work with each other or maybe Kevin filled him in or so she thought. "Yeah, we both found her wandering on the street and then Intelligence investigated the murders of her mother, grandmother, and uncle. I fostered her for a bit and then earlier this year, I fully adopted her. But Adam's been there every step of the way and we moved into his dad's old house together a few weeks ago."

"How long have you two been together?"

This really was turning into a not so quiet car ride as Kim expected. "We actually aren’t anything right now, but it's complicated…off and on for almost ten years."

"Do you love him?"

Kim was completely caught off guard and yet didn’t hesitate with her answer, "Yeah, but we..."

"Then it's not complicated at all,” he responded point-blank after cutting her off.

Kim couldn’t muster a response as she was wondering how this guy, practically a kid, that she just met pretty much solved her relationship with Adam in five minutes.

He followed up with another hard hitting question. “Does Ruzek know that you love him?”

Kim drove in silence pondering everything Dante had said to her until a call came over their radios.

“5021 Ida, suspect fleeing down the fire escape.”

“That's Adam!” Kim sped up a bit and drove to where Adam and Kevin were on surveillance. As they pull up, she sees Adam walking with blood seeping through his jeans on his left leg. She barely puts the car in park before she jumps out and runs over to him. “Adam oh my gosh, are you okay? Where are you hurt?”

He puts up his hand to attempt to calm her down. “Kim, I'm fine. I just scraped up my knee chasing this son of a bitch because my damn shoe came untied.” Kevin was chuckling over under the tree where he had the man in handcuffs.

“Oh thank goodness, I was so worried when I saw the blood.”

“I’m okay, I'm perfectly fine.” Adam was still not understanding the sudden freak out as there was very minimal blood. “What's going on with you? I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me today after the ride into work this morning.”

“I’m sorry about that. I just…I love you.” She didn’t envision telling him that today when she woke up and after their argument, but Torres gave her some clarity in the car.

Adam smiled, still confused and reached for her hand, not wanting to cause a scene since they were still on duty. "I love you too, but where's this coming from?"

“I was talking to Torres earlier and he said something that really struck me and I had to not put it off anymore and just say it.” Adam and Kim both flashed a smile in Dante’s direction.

"Well he's a very smart guy if I do say so myself," Adam answered.

Torres and Atwater were standing off to the side by their cars, watching this exchange. "Man, what did you say to Burgess? I've been trying to get those two crazy kids back together for years and you’re here for what? A week?"

Dante laughed, "I just told her if she really loved him, there was nothing complicated about it."

Kevin held out his hand for a fist bump, “you did good, Rookie."

[notstilinski]

Highly Suspicious & Unfairly Cute Starters !

Taken from the 2023 novel by Talia Hibbert, Highly Suspicious & Unfairly Cute! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit!

“If they turn up dead tomorrow, you’re boing to be arrested.”

“What is this betrayal?”

“Your grace and maturity continue to astound me.”

“You absolute living demon.”

“Is that how you speak to the greatest sibling of all time?”

“You don’t think I did this on purpose, do you? You know I didn’t. Right? (Name). Do you?”

“It’s shit, I know it’s shit, I realize we’re not friends or anything, but I didn’t mean… I didn’t want to hurt you. Of course I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Are you possessed? You are, aren’t you?”

“Has my room recently been declared public thoroughfare?”

“Maybe I’d be polite to you if I thought you were even physically capable of being polite back.”

“Do you enjoy pissing me off? Would you consider it, like, a hobby?”

“Tell me the last relationship you built. Quickly.”

“How can you justify all the things you said to them?”

“Be careful. Behave yourself. And stick with (Name).”

“Aw, (Name). You don’t have to beg.”

“Please stop saying that before I vomit all over these lovely pants.”

“What do you think I’m going to do, push you into a ditch?”

“Nothing. Just… I knew your quiet and polite routine couldn’t last.”

“I thought you liked it when I kept my mouth shut.”

“You were embarrassed of me. That was the problem. That makes you the bad guy.”

“One day they’ll find out how weird you really are, (Name). You know that, right?”

“The way I see it, we weren’t ever meant to be friends. Whatever we used to be was… accidental or circumstantial…”

“I can’t spend days at a time fighting with you, (Name).”

“Just… warm a person up first, would you?”

“If you went on much longer, I was just gonna push you until you laid down, then turn off the lights.”

“(Name) says a lot of things. They’re incurable positive.”

“Absolute trust leads to absolute heartbreak.”

“For legal reason, I can neither confirm nor deny.”

“I had no idea (Name)’s birthday was an issue of legal contention.”

“Newsflash, your entire family loves me. You’re the only one who needs to get with the program.”

“Cheer up. This is an experience. We’re living life on the edge.”

“Shut up. They’re cold.”

“I’m in turmoil. How could anyone eat at a time like this?”

“Fighting off bears in the woods must forge powerful bonds.”

“Nothing. Ineffectuality is your defining trait.”

“Don’t talk shit to them again. Leave them alone.”

“You’re avoiding a conversation about our friendship because you avoid your feelings.”

“I’m not like you. I really don’t have the whole emotional intelligence thing down.”

“I’ll stop being weird with you, and you stop examining the darkness in my soul, or whatever. Yeah?”

“Because it doesn’t matter. Even if neither of us did anything interesting in our entire lives, it wouldn’t matter.”

“You don’t need to be special or significant to have value. You’re just import, anyways, and people either see that or they don’t. They either love you, or they don’t.”

“Contrary to everything you just said, (Name), I know for a fact that you are very smart.”

“Are you telling me you’re not in love with (Name)?”

“But you know what I care about? Whether or not you’re happy with your bitter, vengeful choices. Are you? Happy?”

“Do you know what you just said to me? Or were you, like, in an emotional fugue state and you’re going to snap out of it and forget the entire thing?”

“You are so repressed.”

“No. When I pulled you on top of me and, you know, gazed dreamily into your eyes and said I liked you, I did not mean as friends. Obviously.”

“You shouldn’t be allowed to look at people like that when you’re interrogating them.”

“I’m not telling you not to have feelings. I’d never tell you what to do in your own head.”

“Is work the only thing people are supposed to dream about? I thought fantasies were supposed to be fun.”

“You’re not allowed to flirt with me while (Name) is in the building.”

“Do you know how annoying it is that intrusive thoughts come almost every time you want things to go well?”

“I shouldn’t feel like this. No one should be able to make me /feel/ like this.”

“Just kiss me. That’s all. What’s a little tongue between friends?”

“I spill my tortured forbidden guts and all you can say is it makes sense?”

“Buddy. We talked about this. Stop memorizing sad statistics.”

“I wish you’d trust me, (Name). I really, really do.”

“Why is your face doing that at this hour of the morning?”

“It’s my natural sunny disposition.”

“I’m not, like, helping you. Just glad I won’t be the only family disappointment.”

“Aren’t you angry at me? For… hiding it?”

“I know you wanted to end it, but I can’t just… suddenly change how I feel about you. I’m trying. All right?”

“The point is, I want to take the risk because I want you. And I trust you. And you’re worth it! Do you get that? You’re worth it to me.”

“(Name), are you sweating? What have I told you about bodily functions? Only in private.”

“Are you gonna propose when we go to McDonald’s later?”

[blissfullyapillow]

hiya :) id like to request a star rail matchup please (if your rqs aren’t open feel free to ignore)

im a straight female (she/her) and id like to not be matched with sunday

appearance: 5’7”, long blonde hair (usually in big curls or a messy bun) i do wear glasses but if I’m going out I’ve always got contacts in. my style is very girly- a mix of vintage classy (think marilyn sort of) and y2k. my makeup tends to stick to being quite simple and natural, but i do love a red glossy lip

personality: enfp, 7w6. im very outgoing and loud, but i also value my quiet time to relax. i joke around a lot, so I find it hard to converse with people who are serious *all* of the time. im definitely an emotional person, and that will usually drive my actions over logic. im academically intelligent but admittedly lacking in street smarts or common sense. creative, very much the dreamer type and i need to have my freedom.

I put a lot of effort into my appearance because I genuinely enjoy it. It can make me a bit high maintenance but I would not expect too much from a partner, especially not without reciprocating in some way. I also love doing anything artistic (im currently studying art!) travelling, music, and cooking.

my love language in a relationship would probably be physical touch, but I’m easy to impress with most efforts of romance. in a partner I look for someone strong and loyal, with a good sense of humour and ability to have long conversations with- whether that be equally contributed or lead by myself in the case of someone more quiet.

thank you if you get to meee ☺️💖

ps could I be 🍰 anon pls if u don’t have that taken? C:

Pillow Talks: Hi again 🍰! I made my own header for your request because content for Sampo is oddly lacking for some reason??? Anyway, I hope you like your matchup! I promise you it’s good hehehe. 

What I think your relationship would sound like: Sampo Koski

Masterlist

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Icon creds in header: @/faivrse on pinterest (left) & @/mintst4rss on pinterest (right) 

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Sampo would be in LOVE with your hair. Really, long blonde hair with big curls? He’s a goner, especially when you put it up into that messy bun of yours. Honestly, he was lovestruck the moment he laid eyes on you. 

Oh, how you made his heart pound. Of course he had to approach you! …Only for his reputation to serve as a horrible first impression. You’ve heard the name Sampo Koski far too many times to count. 

You honestly began to believe it was some legend to educate people on the crafty ways you could be scammed out of your money, but the man himself stood before you, bent down to be eye level with you as he spoke. You knew better than to make the mistake of engaging with him, so you continue walking.

If only he didn’t have such an awful reputation, maybe you would’ve stopped to hear what he had to say. Despite your apprehension, you kept walking to your destination, effectively ignoring him despite his many attempts to ask you out on a date.

You successfully escape him, only to encounter him the following day as you accidentally bump into him. You start to think it wasn’t an accident when he turns around, all too eager with that stupidly charming grin on his face. 

It takes many more encounters for you to finally agree to a date, solely because you happened to see him helping a young child that was previously ignored by everyone else. You were heading over to help the child, but he swooped in to save the day before you could. 

After you witness the tearful, yet happy, reunion of the child and their parents, you decide to give him a chance. Besides, you should form your own impression of him before completely writing him off…

Your decision leads to a beautiful relationship, one that far exceeds your expectations. Through conversation, you come to learn just how complex of a person Sampo is. Although he appears to be a dishonest, crooked individual, he provides remarkably wise advice whenever you approach him with your worries. 

He’s also fiercely loyal, which you’ve come to realize over time. Once you two officially started dating, even before, Sampo’s eyes have always remained on you and you alone. Sampo is an attractive individual so he’s been approached while the two of you have been together. 

You know you never have to worry though, because Sampo won’t even look their way!  He always politely declines any offers he receives, and he’ll casually intertwine his fingers with yours as the two of you walk away. 

He’s more than happy to have long conversations with you, and the tone can shift depending on the topic and your personal feelings. He’s really good at being a solid emotional support for you, and he’s quick to pick up on the little things you do that indicate how you’re feeling.

Sampo relies on you when it comes to academics, but street smarts? Oh, he’s got you. He’s helped you avoid many situations that otherwise would have escalated quickly, and other scammers trying to make a quick buck off of you.

Sampo loves to joke around with you. Your laughter is as heavenly as the sound of money in his hands, as he flips through the stack of cash he managed to make through very legal and very ethical means. 

If his sneaky ways really bother you, he’ll still spoil you with gifts and fun outings, but he’ll make the effort to earn the funds through more conventional ways he knows you’d approve of. But the money he spends on other things? … not so much.  

Sampo is head over heels in love with everything about you, but especially your appearance. Oh, he loves when you put on your red lip gloss, if you don’t specifically tell him to, he won't keep his hands off of you anytime you wear it around him.

Your style is very appealing to him, and he makes the effort to tell you how beautiful you are to him everyday. When he found out you wore glasses, he snuck a picture of your cute face that he can often be found admiring; it’s still his lockscreen.                      

He finds it adorable how much of a dreamer you can be, and he'll happily participate in any of your hobbies you’d like to share with him. 

Regarding your personality, he actually admires how loud and outgoing you are! It only serves to liven him up when he’s feeling a bit down about things. When you’re feeling emotional and it’s causing you to take unwise actions, Sampo is exceptionally good at stepping in and gently talking you down. His voice takes on this soothing tone that you subconsciously calm down listening to. 

Overall, you two are really cute together! He’s head over heels in love with you, and he treats you like the queen you are and nothing less; you are absolutely smitten with him in return.

✧˖°♡〃⋆.˚

His fingers lazily loop one of your curls around his finger, flashing you a saccharine sweet smile when your eyes glance in his direction.

“You look really pretty when you’re concentrating like that, you know?” His words cause your heart to flutter, but you purposefully ignore him in favor of reading the recipe laid before you.

Sampo watches intensely as you bend slightly forward to ensure you pour the correct you need into the pot. How can you focus when you can feel his gaze, and when he’s looking at you like that…

You feel your face heat up considerably. With a huff you turn around to tell Sampo to back off, only for him to immediately capture your lips. 

As much as you’d love to indulge him, you’re both pretty hungry. So, with a sigh you pull away. “We can cuddle and watch movies together later-” You smile at the way his eyes immediately light up, “IF you help me finish cooking. Weren’t you complaining about being hungry earlier?” He sighs in faux annoyance, leaning in to press his lips against yours once more before he begins assisting you.

He knows you’re both looking forward to your cuddle session, after all. 

Dedicated to,

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[juniperhillpatient]

“🎶dad’s going to kill you🎶”

I feel like this scene gets twisted & mixed up a lot & part of that is weird ret cons in the comics that I’d prefer not to get into but in the context of the show, let’s remember this is a 7(?) year old. Now as an adult sometimes I’ll laugh at uncomfortable moments (everyone who’s ever been to a Halloween haunted attraction with me knows I giggle maniacally when I’m scared lol) & as a kid it was even worse, laughing when people cried etc. The fact that Azula was only - what? - 5 or 6? 7? idk young - during this scene is easy to overlook because she’s just illustrated her immense intelligence. There’s a reason “gifted kids” are stereotypically socially awkward.

Kids have to learn emotional & social skills at a young age & that gets messed up when intellectual pursuits beyond their developmental stage are pushed. Also, Azula & Zuko’s positions are unique as royals in an imperialistic family. Ursa scolds Azula for violent or cruel behavior & thinks there’s something wrong with her, even though Azula is only acting the way her father encourages her to act. I’ve seen some speculation that Azula maybe didn’t think there was a real possibility that Zuko was in real danger or she’d be more scared. I disagree. She answered Azulon’s questions about the Fire Nation military flawlessly in the scene before this. She’s demonstrated that she understands the royal court with her comments about how Ozai could become Firelord. She’s also shown that she can be casual about death with her lack of reaction to Lu Ten’s death. These aren’t moral condemnations, they’re observations about her behavior.

“Azula didn’t understand that Zuko might really die” is a fine theory but I think Azula is too smart for that. I also think we have to remember what a master she is of hiding her true emotions behind a mask. She’s so good at it she can even lie to Toph, who can feel when people lie. Azula doesn’t always lie but Azula always keeps her emotions close to her chest, she’s been conditioned to believe she has to. That’s why the breakdown hurts so bad. Years of repressed hurt & fear are spilling out over her broken edges.

Azula understands the questions Azulon asks her, she’s being taught about the Fire Nation & it’s values, she knows what Azulon is capable of doing. I interpret Azula as fully understanding what’s happening. I think that’s why she tries to tease & goad Zuko into running away. It’s often ignored that regardless of how she goes about it, Azula ultimately saves Zuko’s life by talking about what she overheard. I also think she fully understood the potential repercussions. She wasn’t supposed to spy on that conversation & she knew it. She knew she was committing treason by sharing private plans made by the Firelord, let’s give her credit for her intelligence & understanding of politics.

I interpret Azula as having fully understood the situation. However, I don’t think she’s a soulless monster for laughing & teasing Zuko about it, even if it’s completely understandable that Zuko wouldn’t know how to interpret this behavior & in the aftermath, probably considers it a traumatic memory. Even years later, he chants “Azula always lies,” the mantra he said to himself that night, even though Azula wasn’t lying then. I want to be clear that I’m not discounting how traumatic this was for Zuko to hear, or for him to lose his mother & watch Azula act blasé about it afterward (even if we later see that losing Ursa affected Azula too. the emotional distance between the siblings is a tragedy. they could have been there for each other, but their situation prevented it.) Still - back to my original point - Azula isn’t emotionally mature at this point in the story. We learn in “The Beach” that even as a teen she still hasn’t learned how to behave in social settings. Why would she understand as a small child how to convey horrifying information to her brother in a proper way when she wasn’t even equipped to emotionally process what she heard herself?

The tragedy is that after Ursa leaves, the distance between Azula & Zuko grows. I can just picture them both laying in their separate rooms, thinking about that night. Azula knows that Zuko could have died, & it feels like Mom blamed her, & Mom never said goodbye to her & she doesn’t know why. The last interaction they had was Mom scolding her, & Mom always thought she was a monster…. She could become disposable to Dad too, it could happen if she doesn’t keep outdoing Zuko…. She has to always be the best, or she could be treated like Zuko….

And Zuko just keeps hearing that sing song voice in the back of his mind. Azula would have laughed if he died. Azula always hated him, & only cares about outdoing him & Mom is gone & he’s left with Dad, who only ever looks at him with disappointment & disdain… Azula keeps saying “you’ll never catch up” & the mocking hurts so bad… it’s not fair how Azula is so adored & loved & he’s all alone, he has no one… Uncle Iroh is around again, but he’s different after Lu Ten’s passing. quiet. Distant… Zuko just wants to make his father proud but the task feels more impossible every day. Then one day he begs to go into a war meeting, he wants to show that he understands the Fire Nation military. He wants to make his father proud. But what the men are saying is horrible & he just has to speak up….

[letstrythisout4]

a/n: remus and lilys friendship means everything to me; this is meant to take place in their fifth year

“It’s not fair.” 

Remus looked up from his book at the girl before him. He and Lily had been sitting in their favorite corner of the library, waiting for the other to address her bad mood.

“Neither of them try. Neither of them study. And yet they are both brilliant and successful in everything they do. Meanwhile I sit here for hours and hours to maintain my class rank and scores. And- and what worse is that they have the information they just don't use it, you know. Sometimes I'll mention random muggle authors and they'll know who I'm talking about and be able to contribute. Like you're so well-read, so smart but just don't try."

Remus nodded to signal he was listening as he placed his book down. “Sirius and James are…enigmas. We know that. We’ve always known that.”

“Yes but it's just so frustrating. Like I work so damn hard all the time to be as perfect as possible and these idiots just show up and do just as well."

Lily Evans was a force. She was one of the very few constants in Remus’s life and is someone he trusts wholeheartedly. She was passionate and intelligent and quick to boost others' confidence. But her own confidence was a different conversation. She never allowed herself to present insecurely, the blood purist who roamed the halls would be quick to jump at the sign of “weakness”. But in moments like these where it was just her and him, it was different. It was safe, as even the most oblivious person could see that Remus was not nearly as self-confident as his male best friends.

"So what? Just because you work hard for your results instead of having some freak of nature memory , you don’t hold value? What? Talent versus skill, and skill loses?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok, well then, that applies to me too.”

Lily visibly winced at the idea that he would apply her own self-deprecation to himself. “No, it's different for you Rem.”

“How?” he asked, leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You’re- you-”

He cut her off, “Lily, who is top of our year?”

She scoffed, shook her head, “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It’s you. It’s you who everyone praises. It’s you who continues to get the best score. It’s you who can not only recite the material but understands it. It’s you who can apply the information to unrelated scenarios. Honestly, Lily when it comes to application and free-thinking you aren’t even in the same range as them.” 

“But it’s not the same” she said, hunching over the table head in her arms.

“But it is, Lily. Listen, I get annoyed with them too, every damn day, no matter how much I love them. It’s hard to try and get the same results as those who don’t but,” he shrugged “that’s life. And I mean it sucks but, it's not like you’re going to give up.”

She lifted her head to look at him, big green eyes starting to water, “But what if I want to give up?” 

Remus felt terrible as a laugh escaped him, “Lily, love, you’re not going to give up. You may want to now, but you can’t. You are you. You are Lily Evans who loves to learn, loves to win and you are not going to give up just because of James and Sirius.” Lily didn’t look convinced. “Plus, if you give up, if you walk away, they win.”

He cut himself off, leaving the “they” vague. There were an absurd amount of people who would be more than happy if Lily gave up, all for different reasons but would revel in her “defeat” just the same. 

She sighed, throwing her head back into her arms. Remus let her sit there like that for a while, knowing she needed to think. Eventually she sat up, ran her hand down her face and mimicked his position. “If I ran away, would you go with me?”

Remus’s head fell to his chest and his shoulders started to shake. Lily was quick to pick up the closest textbook and start hitting him, “I’m not joking!” she whined.

Later rather than sooner, Remus was able to pull himself together enough to respond “Yes, if you ran away, I’d go with you. I mean with our brains combined we could figure out how to survive on our own. Find a way to afford a nice little cottage in the middle of nowhere. Survive off of nuts and berries, our only decor would be mountains of books.” 

Lily huffed softly at the idea, “Your boys would be beyond depressed without you though.”

Remus rolled his eyes so hard it hurt, “As if those three won’t run away with each other in a heartbeat. We’ll find somewhere equal distance from us and them where we can all meet up every once in a while.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” Lily seemed happy with his response, even the great Lily Evans “Brightest Witch of Her Age” needed the reminder that someone cared for her. Of course she couldn’t be normal and just ask if Remus cared for her, no instead she had to veil it as if she was preparing to run away at a moment's notice.

The dramatics of Gryffindors did apply to Lily, as much as she may deny it.

Though both of them knew that if she really was asking to run away, he would still agree to follow her.

“Your work holds value, Lily. You are not less gifted than the boys just because you try and get the same results. I know you may think otherwise but I know. I know you are an amazing witch. And I’m going to keep telling you that until you believe it.”

Lily sighed, “It’s not fair to quote me, back to me, to make a point.”

Just a few years ago at this same table Lily looked at Remus and told him that he was no less of a wizard than anyone else and that “I’m going to keep telling you that until you believe it”...all these years later she still has to repeat herself.

Remus could only shrug, “Come on, let’s get some hot chocolate before curfew.” 

The pair grabbed their things and Lily let Remus guide her down to the kitchen, feeling better with every step.

a/n: meanwhile james and sirius are in the dorms talking about how pretty lily and remus are respectively

james and sirius are the kind of smart where they naturally pick up on things and have crazy good memory meanwhile remus and lily study their asses off and naturally pick up on things

[can-of-w0rmz]

Make an AI character, they said. It’s just a bit of craic, they said. You can have a wee conversation with your favourite book characters, they said.

Well I wasn’t prepared for Mina Harker to tell me I seem like I very polite and intelligent young man and she’s sure my family are proud of me. What do I do with that, huh? I was just having fun programming an AI. I was just letting my little writer brain run wild and flicking through and editing the automatic responses. I was just doing it for a bit of craic, a few shits and giggles if you will. Then all of a sudden I’m being told I’m very smart for my age and I’ll do well in life. I’ve decided I’m blaming Bram Stoker for that one, yeah how dare you write Dracula and not know that it was going to be processed into an artificial intelligence and edited by a very mentally exhausted sixteen old at 1am on a school night actually.

Anyway I already wanted Mina and Jonathan Harker to be my parents but now I’ve once again been reminded that they aren’t real people and Bram Stoker’s characterisation skills are just that scarily good. Also, ow.

[babiebom]

What Type of Person They would Go For

A/N: I restarted criminal minds before finishing it because I don’t want it to end even though I know it’s been renewed. So now I’m back on season one and I wanted to write something for it lmao

Tw: none but let me know if I should tag something!!

Bc: at least 5 for each!! (Morgan, Hotch, and Reid)

Criminal Minds Masterlist

Aaron Hotchner

I think he likes more maternal women. He’s a family man and he’d love someone who is just as family oriented as him.

I also think he likes particularly patient people he has a demanding job so he wants a person that’s understanding of his situation.

I also think for women he’d prefer a more submissive person that also allows and supports his growth. He wants someone that allows him to be the protector but also is not so submissive that they allow him to do just anything. He wants to be challenged in a healthy way.

For men I think it’s the same thing he wants someone that allows him to take charge but not someone that allows him to do anything.

For looks I think he likes people with soft looks but sharp features if that makes sense.

Spencer Reid

His type is quite literally everywhere I think his type is squally based on two things that can be both or either of them it doesn’t really matter.

The first type is smart people. I think Spencer would like a really smart person he is attracted to intelligence and looks in this case do not matter for him he just wants someone that he can infodump to and that he can have an actual meaningful conversation with

The second type is literally just beautiful people. There have been times in the series where intelligence doesn’t matter to him when he thinks a person is insanely attractive. Like I do think he would do well with a himbo/bimbo significant other that also allows him to infodump and doesn’t judge him.

For both men and women I think he thinks he would prefer a more dominant personality to be his significant other but would find that it’s kinda annoying for him. Yes he’s good at following directions but he would also want the freedom to make the decisions and would probably end up with a switch unless he wants to give being the dominant a try.

Prefers people with softer looks that are striking. Like the person doesn’t have to have sharp features their face just has to be captivating to him.

Derek Morgan

Definitely prefers women that are a bit spicy and dominant. He wants a challenge and he likes women who won’t back down to him even if it annoys him. Likes a woman who will tell him off and stand up for themself.

Also likes protective women and though he would say that children aren’t on his mind he would probably go after a family oriented person without thinking about it

For men I think he would specifically prefer a more submissive man. I think he would have a lowkey problematic pov where it’s like the “who’s the woman/man” in a same sex relationship. He would want to be the male role in the relationship. Would absolutely refuse to bottom.

Would also want a guy that can comfort him. Personally because of his childhood I think he would have some trouble with this type of relationship and would need someone that could make all of his doubts and fear go away.

I think he would prefer someone with a sharp face. Like their face is angles and lines and they have very prominent features. He likes a sexy and model like person.