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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 20 days

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Sea Sickness

Luke Hughes x fem!reader (established relationship, but still new)

Idea: Reader gets nauseous from being on the boat at the Hughes’s Lake House and snuggles up to Luke.

Requested: Nope.

Author’s Note: I know I’m bouncing around who I’m writing for, but I’m on a NHL spree right now. I also get nauseated if I'm on a boat or in the ocean for too long. Fun Fact: I wrote the beginning part of this on a note card while working by myself in the OR today. We had a really long case where I just had to check up on people during the middle of it (hence why I wrote this on a card because I don’t like going on my phone when I’m in the OR. It's unprofessional). I don’t know any of these people personally. The closest I’ve gotten to the team (that wasn’t just playing in the band at the games or when they were walking past us down the 2023 red carpet in tampa) was a tuba was talking to some of them in his plane row on the ride back from that trip (he ended up being the tuba you see in the senior picture from 2024) and one of the coaches had to share our bus on the way back from the 2023 frozen four game with his wife and two young daughters (I kept trying to get the younger one to smile at me unsuccessfully). Someone from my hotel room also shared the elevator ride up with the entire Fantilli family the night they lost that game in 2023 (I think Adam also won the Hobey Baker award that same night). I’ve also been playing my lego lord of the rings game. Anyway, enjoy this little blurb.

Tagging some of my favorite Hughes/NHL writers, love y’all.

@wineauntie @thedevilrisen @winterbarnesblog @sc0tters

I forgot to mention that this is kinda based on the cute stuff @bedsyandco writes

I'm now sad when I'm uploading this because a friend from college drumline has an incurable brain cancer. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers (he's only 19 or 20).

Requests are still open. Feedback is always appreciated. Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new. If you want to only be tagged when I upload something for a certain character or shows, let me know as well.

Warning: None, just general fluff. Feeling sick on a boat.

Word Count: 488

Being on a boat wasn’t your most favorite thing in the world, mainly because the last time you were on a boat, it got stuck in the middle of the laek and had to be towed back to shore (true story), but when your boyfriend Luke invited you to spend the weekend at the lakehouse with ihs brothers and friends, you weren't going to say no. The weekend had been filled with lots of eating, playing outside, and the boys being competitive at every game they pick up (even the old board game you brought to teach them how to play). Just trying to keep up with them all was exhausting, so that’s how you ended up on the back of the boat enjoying the warm air instead of diving into the water again. The boys had been going back and forth between wakeboarding and chatting on the boat deck. With them supplying the lake with plenty of waves, the constand up and down was starting to make your stomach sick. You scooched over and made yourself comfortable laying your head on Luke’s shoulder. He then opened his arms and wrapped you in his warm embrace so you could crawl on his lap and snuggle closer to his chest.

“You feeling ok?”

“Yeah, just want to stop the constant movement.” It was getting to a point were you just wanted to stop the constant movement. It being really hot out didn’t help either.

“We’ll head to shore soon. Then we can cool off inside.”

Being wrapped up in Luke’s embrace with his fingers gently carding through your hair or down your shoulder leaving goosebumps in their wake and shading you with his fit body definitely helped keep your mind off of your stomach and the boat’s ever shifting movements. Luke wasn’t much of a pda person, but you always encouraged him to show little bits of it at least in front of his family or close friends.

Little did you know, that’s exactly who was eyeing the interaction. Jack, Quinn, Trevor, Cole, and Dylan all had stopped what they were talking about in favor of watching the interaction between you two. Eventhough they were not all related, they felt like proud older brothers seeing Luke be so considerate and affectionate in front of them. Of couse they’re all going to tease him relentlessly later about this, but they were gentlemen in regards to respecting the timing and the moment.

“Just lay down and close your eyes. We’ll be on shore soon.” You snuggled deeper into Luke’s neck keeping your eyes closed and focused on his soft skin, his natural scent, and the way his warm body curled around yours. He even tugged on your legs to pull you fully into his lap as his large frame wrapped around your body fully encasing you in his warmth and comfort.

Nothing better than enjoying the summer with those you love.

#nhl imagine #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #hughes brothers #luke hughes fluff #luke hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #quinn hughes x reader #nhl #nhl players #hockey #hockey imagine #new jersey devils #nj devils #umich hockey #umich imagine #umich x reader

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 3 months

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i love this

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 3 months

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His cutie smile. (Also, MSU wasn't even good enough to get a bowl game, they can't talk).

his little laugh at the end

he is so🫠🫠

#luke hughes #cutie boy

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 4 months

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The only thing more patriotic is this same team sining their hearts out to the national anthem. Rutger's face makes me giggle every time. (I don't reblog stuff much, but I'm on a hockey spree, and some of these guys played for Michigan (including captain Rutger)). Link: https://youtu.be/j-0WyzwyQqs?si=BuxH6vljkvXvP6Io (this was the only short clip of it I could find)

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this is the most patriotic thing i have ever seen 🫡🇺🇸

#Youtube

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 5 months

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@kimistorm *gives forehead kiss*

@thedevilrisen @lvkehvghes @thatintrovertedwriter @pocketsizedq

*places big leaf on head and gives forehead kisses*

reblog this to put a leaf on your mutuals head

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 7 months

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Paint the Night Sky

Bang Chan x member!reader (more like the love he gives all his members)

Idea: Based off of this: https://youtube.com/shorts/zQg00zBAK30?feature=share

Member!reader and maybe felix takes bang chan shopping and gets him some colorful clothes and stay asks who designed it and he's cute about saying it was her

Requested: Nope.

Author’s Note: I know no one asked for anything Stray Kids related, but I wanted to do something short for Bang Chan’s birthday! (me face palming and picking this up a year later the day after his birthday, but on my birthday) I am working on some other ideas, including a pt 2 to Late Night Talking, a couple Spencer Reids, and Bucky Barnes one but I am trying to make those longer and more like an episode, so they’re taking a bit longer to write. Also, if anyone is a STAY and wants to talk Stray Kids, message me because I would like some STAY friends pls. Last thing, I couldn’t tell you what their dorm looks like now, so just imagine that they still all live together. I also couldn’t find Chan in a pink hoodie, but I feel like the pink dolfin one would be a hoodie he’d like. The title also sucks. lol.

Warning: None, just general fluff.

Word Count: 570

You walked into the dorm with Lee Know after a bit of personal dance practice. It’s nice to practice with everyone, but it’s also nice to do some one-on-one practice to really help with your improvement. And who better than Lee Know to guide you.

“Do you want to help me make some food?” Lee Know asks you as he heads toward the kitchen.

“Yeah. I’ll put on something for us to listen to in the background.” You pull out your phone and see that the recent episode of two kids in a room came out, so you put that on as the background noise.

You start by cutting the cabbage to put in the tteokbokki. While Lee Know searched the freezer for something to fry. You both continue to make food for the boys as the episode plays in the background. There’s one particular bit of audio that catches your attention though.

Chan: "I need someone to go together. I can't shop at all."

Felix: “You Always Buy Black Clothes. You look like a Reaper.”

This got you thinking and you had to ask Lee Know to be sure. “Lee Know-hung?”

“Hmm”

“Does Channie-hung wear anything colorful?”

It took a second of silence for Lee Know to come up with an answer.

“I don’t keep track of what he wears.” That was the most Lee Know answer he could come up with. “But if he does, then usually the stylist put him in it.”

“Yeah, he wears a lot of black.” That got you thinking and your mind set on what to do tomorrow.

You two continued preparing food as the rest of the boys came in from doing their various activities throughout the day. When you saw Chan come into the kitchen, you enact your plan.

“Channie-hung, you doing anything tomorrow?”

“I was going to be in the studio then do Channie’s room, but I got nothing planned for the morning.”

“Good we’re going shopping.”

“Ok.” No an argument or anything, but Channie would honestly do anything for us.

“Be ready to leave at 8.”

*Time skip to next morning*

You and Channie head down to the shopping district in Seoul. Could you have done this online? Yes. But it’s like Christmas shopping. It’s better when you get out there and get the full experience.

You had to pull Chan away from anything black and white because he has a million of those already. You had to do that more times than you can count. You ended up going with a baby pink hoodie and baby blue shirts just to ease him into color more.

“You sure you like…” Before you could even finish, you were captured in one of Chan’s hugs. One of the ones that is fruitless to attempt to escape.

“It’s cute! I love it Y/N.”

Chan wore that hoodie all the way back to the dorms. You parted ways when Chan went to the studios and you went up to the dorms. A few minutes later, you see the notification of Chan doing Chan’s Room for Stay.

Transcript from the live.

“Hi Stay. Hi. Hellooooooooooo. Welcome to Channie’s Room.”

“Chan you look so lovely. No, Stays look more lovely. Chan you look so cute. Yeah, um… Y/N picked the sweater because I’m told I need more colorful clothes *stands up so Stay can see his sweater* it has dolphins on it. I like it.”

#bang chan #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #bang chan x y/n #bang chan x female reader #bang chan x gender neutral reader #stray kids 9th member

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 8 months

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According to Know Your Meme, on August 18th, 2005, Erwin Beekveld brought forth this work into the world. HAPPY TEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY, THEY’RE TAKING THE HOBBITS TO ISENGARD.

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 10 months

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Reblogging this for my nostalga sake. I rewatched the good parts of this movie more times than I could count. I love these two.

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 11 months

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 11 months

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I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 1 year

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Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 1 year

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no way no fucking way....

NO fuckifn way

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 1 year

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You'll Never Be Alone

Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Idea: Based off of a lot of what @spencer-reids-adventures writes (which is really good btw) where reader and spencer have come up with a system where if either one of them has a hard case they force eachother to sleepover which ends the night with always talking about what's on their mind.

Requested: No

A/N: I’m making the background of the reader being a pediatric nurse before she joined the FBI/BAU because I want to be a NICU nurse (and it also gave me a reason to have made it a hard case especially for the reader). I switch a lot between who’s thoughts I’m speaking. **I love you if you get this Stray Kids reference.** Let me known if you want to be tagged when I write for a certain fandom. I finished this on a night shift (why is that the only time I ever have motivation to write), and I'm studying hard to take my NCLEX in a few months (the test you have to pass to become a nurse). I'll be sure to pick up my writing after that.

Let me know if you want to be on my tag list when I write or if you only want it to be for certain fandoms.

Requests: Nope, but requests are Open. Fandoms I write for in pinned post.

Warnings: Some season spoilers (just the themes, mainly in Spencer’s), infant death and kidnapping mentioned, child pornographer mentioned, hard cases, mental stress, mention of Spencer’s past drug use, Derek misinterpreting a situation, please tell me if I missed any.

Word Count: 2,122, wow one of my longest yet

We all trudged our way back into the bureau after one of the worst cases we had in a while. Cases involving kids were always hard and ones we put all our effort into, but this one involved infant kidnapping. That hit me at a deeper level than everyone else because I used to be a NICU nurse before I decided I wanted to join the BAU. Also, infants don’t deserve anything bad to happen to them. They literally are not strong enough to do anything to anyone.

I dumped my to-go bag on my desk, louder than I intended. I felt everyone’s eyes on me after that. “Sorry.” I mumbled.

Hotch and Derek were the ones to discover the bodies of the five missing infants and three more that were unidentifiable and decomposing in the basement of a manic bipolar who, apparently, had a miscarriage. That was my only saving grace in this case. Neither Spencer nor I had to see the bodies. I’m glad Spencer didn’t have to see them as well because I knew that he couldn’t forget that image no matter how hard he tried.

Spencer started packing up the paperwork from his desk adjacent to yours. "My place or yours?"

You knew he didn't mean it in a sexual way. You also knew there wasn't an answer option of 'I want to be alone right now.' Those were the rules you and Spencer set for yourselves.

It was after he came to you because a case affected him so much that he had the temptation to start using dilaudid again. He just needed some distraction then because he couldn’t go back down that slippery slope. Never again. You both made a pact that night that if there was a case that shook you to your core that you would not spend the night alone, no matter how you felt. Many bad things can happen when you’re alone with your thoughts after hard cases in a job like this.

“Mine. I got better food and you know it.” That made Spencer smile knowing that even through a hard case you still kept your sarcasm up. He also knew that it would break as soon as you were behind closed doors. You needed to be somewhere where it was safe to be vulnerable.

“Mine has my library though, and I know how much you like it there.”

“Fine, but you’re reading me Harry Potter to sleep and getting take-out.” At the end of the night, you didn’t care where you slept. You had some clothes at his apartment anyway.

You drove the both of you back because the subway was closed (it was the middle of the night, so obviously). The car ride was silent as you both were trying to figure out what to say or if any words needed to be said. It wasn’t awkward silence**, but comfortable silence. Once you parked, you and Spencer made it up to his apartment.

Spencer’s apartment usually gives you the warm homey feeling, but it just made you feel safe. Safe enough to break down. You stood no more than a few feet in the doorway and rivers of tears started coming out of your eyes. Your mind saying words of blame. ‘THEY WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE IF YOU HAD DONE MORE!’ ‘YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE IN THERE!’ ‘YOU SHOULD HAVE SAVED THEM!’ Your mind making your body numb and you couldn’t do anything but drop to your knees in Spencer’s front room. Your eyes flowed rivers of tears down your face as all your walls broke.

The arms of Spencer around your shoulders broke your intrusive thoughts. He slowly lifted you up and guided you to lay on the couch with your head in his neck. He allowed you to cry and be vulnerable and he gave your forehead kisses as silent words of reassurance. Spencer has been through more than enough in his life, yet he still chooses to show kindness to others. “I can’t get them out of my head. I didn’t even see them and I can’t get what their tiny bodies would look like out of my head.” It would be worse if you had an eidetic memory, but you didn’t say that. You were just feeling so defeated and helpless at the moment.

He let you fall asleep on his shoulder with him rubbing your back. You woke up being under covers in his bedroom with Spencer nowhere in sight. You still felt the sting of your eyes from crying so much last night. You walked into his living room to find breakfast, clearly ordered, set up in his living room. “I waited until you got up before I got your phone set up for Harry Potter.” His hair sticking up in many different directions from having obviously slept on the couch.

“Please tell me you didn’t sleep on the couch in your own home.” That would have made you feel worse if you kicked Spencer out of his own bed.

“No, I slept next to you in case you woke up from nightmares. I also got you breakfast from that Mom and Pop place you liked that does white chocolate chips in pancakes. Also, Hotch gave us both the day off to recover.” You looked at him as if he was your world, because to be honest, he was. There’s no one else who would treat you this way. Spencer was truly one of a kind. His cute curly hair stuck out every way while he wore a Washington D.C. sweatshirt. Probably one of the only ones he owns and that he was probably forced to buy in a downpour you suspected.

You sat on the couch next to your breakfast, raised your arms, and made grabby hands toward Spencer offering, more needing, him to sit with you. Spencer makes his way over to you looking the most comfy he has looked in days. You both sit on the couch and enjoy your breakfast while watching Chamber of Secrets. It was what you both needed to recover. Good food and good company.

The time when you got to pay it forward to Spencer was after a case in Vegas. You had mixed feelings about cases in Vegas. You hated the hot weather and it was a city of dreams, failures, mobsters, and addiction. It was also where Spencer was from and you knew he liked visiting his Mom, but you hated how many bad memories of his childhood the city brought up for him.

The case you were working was women who had their skulls cracked and left in the desert with carvings in their abdomen. Not your typical case, but working it wasn’t too difficult. The team ended up narrowing it down to a 30 yr old man who lived in Nevada his whole life. When we arrested him, in the act of dropping another body stupidly enough, Spencer didn’t move a muscle. He just slowly lowered his gun as Derek did the muscle work of arresting him.

Spencer was silent on the way back to the hotel and no one dared push him. He would open up on his own time. Once everyone exited the SUV, you took over the drivers wheel and searched for the nearest grocery store. You got jelly filled chocolate frosted donuts, Spencer’s favorite, and indian takeout.

You trudged up to his hotel room and fully expected Spencer to not open his door when you knocked. And you were right. You were met with silence and a still door. You sat down on the gross hotel floor and leaned your back against the door. “Just let me keep you company Spencer.” You knocked your head against the door, planning to sleep out there until he opened it up. Apparently you didn’t have to wait too long before you stumbled backwards because you didn’t hear the door knob.

When he opened the door, Spencer just looked defeated. All you could do was raise yourself up and wrap him in your arms. You slowly guided him to the bed with the food as he held onto you like his life depended on it.

“I knew him.”

“What?”

“I knew him. He used to bully me when I was taking high school classes at age 11. I couldn’t do anything about it then because no one would believe me and my Mom was having bad episodes then, so no one would believe her.” He just hiccupped and sobbed into your shoulder letting it all out, and you kept rubbing his back. “Seeing him again just opened up old scars.”

You couldn’t pretend to know what pain he was going through, but you knew you weren't going anywhere. You just rubbed his back and laid him down to try to lull him to sleep by running your fingers through his hair and whispering words of reassurance. You assured him that you would be there to scare away any nightmares and keep the demons away.

You fell asleep like that until morning, until there was a knock on the hotel door. You tried to slowly untangle yourself from Spencer’s arm grip and answer his hotel door, and of course who is it, Mr. Chocolate Thunder himself (you guessed that or Hotch).

“What do you want Derek?”

“This is Spencer’s room.” You looked at him dumbfounded and you’re pretty sure you had bed head.

“Yeah … and?” Those were the only words that it took for Derek to show those pearly whites in a smirk.

“Ok, I’ll let you get back to taking care of him.”

“I was, but not in the way you’re implying.” You whisper-shouted defensively. “We all know this case was tough on him. I didn’t want to leave him alone overnight.” That kinda brought Derek’s mind out of the gutter, because although he teases Spencer to no end, he does look at him like a little brother. He just smiled and nodded.

“If you don’t answer your phones, I’ll stop by when I get news about when the plane’s leaving.” He left it at that before leaving you be.

You couldn’t sleep much after your encounter even though you were back in Spencer’s arms, so you slept on the plane ride back. Spencer on the other hand, had gotten the best sleep he had after a hard case in a while. He was busy playing cards and giving facts to Derek about the history of playing cards.

“The most common theory of why there are 52 cards in the standard deck is that they correspond with the number of weeks in a year, given the fact that there are 365 individual symbols in a deck of cards, and that the 13 cards match the 13 lunar cycles, and that the 12 court cards match the 12 months of the year.” Spencer explained with his normal air finger movements to match.

“You seem more peppy after a case than usual Reid.”

“Well this case didn’t affect me as much for some reason. I didn't need as much time to recover from a hard case.” Derek already knew the reason. Everyone knew the reason. That’s what made it hard having a family of profilers. No secrets can be kept for long.

“She likes you, you know. And it could turn into something more if you asked her out pretty boy.” Spencer always knew the risk of trying to make something more between friends, the pros and cons of possibly losing that friend always laid heavily in his mind. Was it worth the risk? After seeing first hand how you treated him last night when he was at his lowest (well, not his lowest, but one of his low points), it may just be something more. The topic was left at that as they finished up their card game and the plane landed back in DC.

Because of the jet lag, Spencer wasn’t tired and he gauged that the nap you took on the plane ride was effective. This may be his golden opportunity before he overthought and talked himself out of it. He waltzed his way around to stand next to you at your desk while you packed up your case paperwork to do at home.

"Hey, do you maybe… I don't know. Want to get some food then go to that drive in theater outside of town? Together? As a thank you for staying with me last night." He had no idea if what he was saying was working or cringy. He'd never done this before. However, you shyly smiled at his shuddering mess.

"Yes Spencer. I would love to go on a date with you."

Well it apparently worked.

Summary rest of it: I might do two cases, this first one of the reader being stressed and the 2nd one of spencer being stressed. Everyone trudges into the bureau really exhausted and spencer says something that the reader needs to come to his place. They go to his place which we know has a wall of books but some other nerdy things and is very warmly for the reader. Once she sits on the couch she cries into her hands. Spencer comes to her side and hugs her while she cries into his shirt thinking it’s her fault the infants died (the UNSUB could be doing it because their kid died due to prematurity/miscarriage and the kids he stole died due to physical abuse because he obviously wasn’t taking care of them). Spencer stays with her and comforts her with words saying even though it’s upsetting that they died, it’s not her fault and they’re not going to be suffering anymore. She can’t get them out of her head but she does mention that it’s probably worse for spencer because of his eidetic memory.

Spencer’s case could be in vegas and the unsub could be a kid who bullied him a lot and the case is just bringing up memories and tearing open old wounds. Spencer trudges through the case insisting everyone he’s fine. They end up staying the night after the case ends and decide to leave in the morning. Reader ends up leaving to go to the corner store to grab tons of snacks and bangs her head on his hotel room door to knock. She doesn’t even ask if he needs someone to talk to because she knows he’ll say no but he does need someone. No matter if he wants to talk or not, she wraps him up in a blanket, feeds him good food, and maybe he does start talking. Morgan could try to get in the room once spencer’s asleep and the reader has to untangle herself from spencer’s arms to open the door and tell him off. Even though Morgan does tease them a little bit, he does say if he’s okay now, he’ll check up with spencer in the morning. When he does check in with spencer (either at the bureau or on the plane), spencer says he’s doing better than he usually would after a hard case like this and he’s not sure why, but morgan knows why obviously. It could end with morgan giving spencer a nudge saying he should ask her out, spencer could rephrase it and actually ask her if she wants to have a movie night just the two of them as a thank you for staying with him when he needed it.

#Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds family #criminal minds masterlist #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #bau #BAU Family #bau!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x fanfiction

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 1 year

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one thing I like about Tumblr is, in 2019 I reblogged a piece of art from 2017 of a book written in 2015 and Yesterday in 2022 someone liked it, and this is how this website is supposed to work, I have art made this week in my queue next to stuff from 2014, 2013, 2012, hell even 2011, sometimes I post 10-11 year old fan art from accounts that haven't been active since before One Direction broke up. Nothing is ever truly dead and gone on here, you can always dust off an old treasure and say "hey gang look at this!" other social media isn't set up like that, if you wonder why it feels like The Batman was released 100 years ago, its because corporate media wants you to move on! go to the NEW THING! BUY! etc but hey guess what I have fan art of Battinson being emo in my queue. So if you're a fan artist, writer, gif maker, or just fan who wants to gush, guess what, here, here we're still spreading around old art, gif sets and someone will be happy you made something new in the tag

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 2 years

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Hey!💖🥹 so idk if you take requests but..

Okay so I’m watching this show called bonded on Netflix and it made me think.. How would the batfam react to a dominatrix (female/male/gn) S/O?? Like when they’re getting to know more about them and they find out or they are told? I’m just curious who would be supportive/down and who would be like “hell nah I’m out”

Batfam with domatrix reader

Requested: Yes, Hi, I’m still open to requests.

Author’s Note: Hi, of couse I take requests (just not many people send me any :( ). School just really started picking up so I’m a bit behind on writing things. I’m still trying to write the 2nd part to Late Night Talking as many people have wanted one.

I had to get really out of my comfort zone to write this because I’m more of a softee in and out of the bedroom (with the 0 relationship experience I’ve had). I had to pull out the extravagant side of me to write this. I also just drabbled off what came to my head since I feel like I’ve been neglecting you guys and not writing much. I don’t think I did the greatest on this, but please give me feedback as I’m trying to write for more fandoms.

Also, this is the first time I’ve written a male reader role (in Tim’s part, I’m not sure when they decided to make him bisexual, but he has a boyfriend in the Batfam webtoon comic, so I’m going with it). I decided to write mainly for the boys and their s/os since I don’t think I could do the girls (or Duke Thomas or Bruce Wayne) very well.

This is just my opinion, I’m not a Batfam encyclopedia, don’t spread hate.

Warning: Lots of smut talk, no actual smut but still very descriptive, bondage, restraints, mouth gag, genital gag, submissive and dominating talk. I put it all below the cut, so that some people can avoid this type of writing if they want to.

Word Count: 628

Most to least supportive/into this kink when they found out about their s/o being a dominatrix (I’m assuming in the bedroom). I think all of the members of the batfam would have to be in a really serious relationship to trust their s/o to be dominating them without any fear of that s/o using it to their advantage (like their s/o being a villain or something like that).

Most: Jason: growing up on the streets and probably hanging around bars and night clubs all night, he’s probably been exposed to this culture at a younger age than most people. He would probably be one to feed the fire as well. When he’s tied up, he would say things like “I’ve been good for you ma’am.” “Have you now?” He probably wouldn’t make a move or fight the restraints even knowing he can break out of them easily. He would take whatever you gave him and wouldn’t say a word of resistance, even if he was laying naked for hours on end. I’m not sure how he would feel about being hurt/whipped because I feel like it would bring up bad memories of the crowbar and when he died. Again, he would want to have a talk with you before you start, but he would encourage your confidence if you were nervous saying “you can’t hurt me more than I have been.”

Dick: Well, his main relationship in the comics is with an intergalactic alien queen, aka Starfire, so he’s not the most innocent of the batboys. I’d think he’d also be the one to run his mouth a lot while tied up and bonded together, so I just imagine that at somepoint, the reader uses one of those ball gags or just chokes him a little knowing that they could never choke Dick to death, but being able to get that man to stop talking is a power move in itself. He probably would also be the one who would be mostly okay with a cock cage (not sure if it’s called that)/ball choker. I feel like he is so a leader and 50% serious 50% not in the field that he needs someone to put him in his place sometimes. That’s where his dominating s/o would come in. If they were also on his team or figured out he did something risky and stupid, then they would have to put him in his place with phrases like “you really are just a dum toy are you?” “You can’t even satisfy Gotham, how could you satisfy me?” Dick does have a brain in him, it’s just dum sometimes, so as with the rest of the boys, there is probably a talk beforehand on how far this belittling talk can go.

Tim: He would probably be willing to try it if his boyfriend wanted to be the dom, but I think the logical side of his very smart brain would go into overload at some point. He probably would be wanting to make sure that neither of them get physically hurt and that there is a long conversation beforehand about safe words and limitations. Since he is more of the brains, he would also probably be trying to find ways out of the restraints, since that’s what they do in their vigilantism and he probably wouldn’t get full on leather or lock restraints just thinking that those could be used against them at some point.

Least: Damian is a very traditionalist and he’s grown up with restraints being used to keep someone captive, so it would take him a while to understand how someone can like being tied as if they were being held captive. A dominating s/o would be seen as, I think, a challenge and with Damian being taught to be the best, there would be a lot of role-switching that night if they ever decided to go further. I don’t think he would ever want to or could be completely submissive. If he really loved his s/o there would be a long talk with some rules on how far it could go and he worries about this type of play in the bedroom.

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 2 years

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Hi is there a second part to late night talking? I massively enjoyed the fact that they bonded over animals

P.s glad I've discovered your account

Have a nice day x

Hi, first of all thank you for enjoying it. I like writing little bits of animal knowledge into my Damian writings. Second of all. I'm in the middle of my University Marching Band week and school starts right after, so I'm really busy at the moment trying to memorize music and check off material for nursing school. Thirdly, I have a couple of other ideas for Damian, but no direct sequal to Late Night Talking, mainly just because I don't know where to take it. Other than some light brotherly teasing of "Damian likes someone?" and them meeting again somehow, I don't know where to take it. If someone wants to give me ideas, I'll gladly continue it. I liked writing it a lot. Thank you x

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kaitlynpcallmebeepme · 2 years

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Late Night Talking

Damian Wayne x Reader

Idea: Damian wayne x reader where he gets kicked on her fire escape and knocked out. She takes him in and tries to patch him up. His brothers get scared about his disappearance and go to find him not wanting to leave her company (she could be wanting to be a veterinarian and he's listening to her talk about cow's 4 stomachs (completely Dr. Pol knowledge, not actual veterinarian knowledge))

Requested: Nope.

Author’s Note: I tried to start this during my night shift, but I'm really tired right now and I work again tonight, so I need sleep (I ended up finishing this about a month later). This is Reader POV most of the time. Both reader and Damian are about 16, but I’m still thinking of the art and costume style of the Batman vs Robin animated movie instead of JDL: Apokolips War Damian. Family dynamics are based on the Batman: Wayne Family Adventures Webtoon series where they all have a somewhat working relationship. I have ideas in the works, but requests are still OPEN. Feedback is always appreciated, especially since I don’t know if I characterized Damian correctly. Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new.

Warning: Injuries and blood mentioned, Veterinarian knowledge (that’s completely Dr. Pol based, should not be used for any factual diagnosis), a shirtless Damian, the Batfam crashing the party (although you only hear Batman and Nightwing talk), tell me if I missed any warnings

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Curled underneath a cave of blankets, I was reading Murder on the Orient Express for the ten billionth time. Snow was falling outside of my room in Gotham, building up a layer on top of the fire escape outside of my window. I needed a break from reading all of my other Veterinarian books. I haven’t even applied to any college for undergrad much less to be a Veterinarian yet, but if I was going to get an internship somewhere before school, then I wasn’t going to limit the animals that I worked on. I’m currently reading about a cow's four stomachs.

**THUD**

What the fuck was that. It sounded like something dead hit my window, but louder. It better not be another bat. I got in trouble from my parents trying to help one that was almost dead on my fire escape. I put down my book, grabbed a baseball bat I kept by my bed for intruders, and made my way toward my window. When I opened the blinds, there was this dark limp figure spread out over my fire escape. Through the darkness I could make out an R in a lighter color on his chest. Robin. Wow, Robin is almost dead on my fire escape. I opened the window and tried to assess what I could of his current condition. A sword layed next to him and his face was cut and bruised up with a pretty bad one around his eye as the snowflakes started to cover his unmoving long eyelashes. I poked his ribs with the end of my bat. He groaned in pain. Well he wasn’t dead, at least that’s good. Figuring it was a better idea to have Batman and Robin on my good side, even though I couldn’t think of a reason I would be on their bad side, I decided to help the injured boy instead of leaving him vulnerable to the jaws of Gotham.

I grabbed Robin’s wrists, hoping that they were not broken, and started to drag him into my room. He groaned out of pain every time I pulled, but he didn’t fight me. Probably didn’t have the energy anymore. I needed to figure out why he was so weak. I picked him up as best as I could with my weak arms and laid him on my bed. I didn’t care if he got my sheets bloody, they would wash out. I quickly went back to the window, whipped all the snow off my balcony so no one suspected anything, shut my window, latched it, and closed my blinds. No one is seeing this vulnerable Robin. The city needs him and the rest of the Batman group to be strong and fearless.

I looked at the rise and fall of his chest, ok he’s breathing. No hugely bleeding spots that I can see, but I’m not sure if he’s going to let me take off his suit to get a really good look. I slowly move my hand toward his neck, but retract it before I can get too close. Best to try to see if he’s awake now and establish at least a working relationship.

“Robin.”

“What?” He didn’t sound confused, so that’s good. He kinda sounded like he was giving me the cold shoulder, but I’m not going to take it too personal. He probably had a rough night.

“Ok, well, my name is Y/n. I’m not going to hurt you or fight you. You landed on my balcony half dead and really hurt. I’m not going to force you to do anything, but is it okay if I take off your suit or parts of it to make sure you’re not extremely hurt or bleeding anywhere else?”

“No.” I was expecting that. “You’re asking me to drop my guard and be a defenseless civilian.”

“First of all, even in your REALLY battered state right now, I’m pretty sure you could kick my ass if you wanted to, not gonna to lie. Second of all, would anyone who’s trying to help you hurt you?” That was probably a stupid question. He’s probably been double crossed countless times.

“In my line of work. Yes.” Figured.

“Okay, it’s your choice to bleed out if I can’t figure out if you’re bleeding at all.” I picked up whatever book was closest. Dang it, some of his blood got on the cover. Well, it made Murder on the Orient Express more murderous. I just kept reading my book on the floor. He could leave if he wanted to. I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t even turn when I heard him grunting through the pain and rustling my bedspread. I thought I was going to hear his boots hitting the ground next to me to make his way out of my room, but that’s not what I heard at all. It sounded like the clicks of a keyboard and then the sound of metal hitting each other and the soft thud of it hitting my bedspread. I turned to look up at him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his chest plate armor off along with his cape/hood, but his domino mask was still on. That would be enough. His chest was littered with old white scars, purple and green bruises at different stages of healing, and some new red cuts that he probably got tonight. I put my book back down and grabbed some exam gloves while he heaves himself to lay back on my bed. “Anywhere you’re super concerned about?” Figured it would be better to ask. I’m pretty sure he hurts all over, but I couldn’t tell that, and I currently can’t see any gushing blood on his skin. Just some pretty purple bruises that scored his ribs, some small but long cuts that were bleeding near the top of his chest, and a couple of white scars painted his lower abdomen. For someone you assumed who’s been through a lot to be his age and fighting with Batman, he didn’t look too bad. He shook his head no at me.

I left him on my bed and returned with a small bar soap and a small plastic bucket, which I use to shave my legs with, filled with tempered water, and a couple washcloths.

I got the washcloths wet and dabbed them on the soap so it wouldn’t sting his cuts too badly, but clean his slightly dark skin so there would be a less chance of infection. I kept looking up at his eyes. His emerald green eyes. Part of my brain wants to look at his eyes just for pleasure and the other wants to make sure his nervous system is okay.

“Why do you keep staring at my eyes? Do I look that bad?” Even though his facial expression was completely serious, I couldn’t tell if it was a joke or not. I decided to play it safe and repeat the first logical thing that came to my head.

“Well, I’m watching the skin behind your eyes because I don’t know what other people hit you over the head tonight. So if the skin behind your eyes turns black, also called racoon eyes, it could mean you had severe head trauma and your cerebrospinal fluid, which is the fluid surrounding your brain and spinal cord, is leaking and you need way more care than I could provide. You would need a hospital at that point.” His facial expression to me couldn’t tell whether to be impressed or offended.

“You seem too young to be a doctor.”

“You seem to young to be Batman.” Damn my big mouth. I was SURE he was going to march out of my room. He did stare at me with an ‘if looks could kill, you’d be six feet under’ look. Better try to explain myself quickly. “Both of my parents are ICU doctors who specialize in trauma, and since I want to be a Veterinarian, some of their knowledge rubs off on me.”

I tried to avoid his eye contact after that because I couldn’t tell whether I was on his good side or not. I couldn’t do much with my limited current skill, but I squeezed his skin together to make the skin as close together as possible before I put some gauze and bandages over them, which were Superman bandaids ok, don’t judge me. I look up at him while finishing my work to find his deep emerald eyes focusing behind me where my books lay. I turned over my shoulder to find him staring at my Veterinarian book.

“You like animals, because you keep staring at my Vet book?”

“They’re nicer than people sometimes and that’s the reason why I’m a vegetarian now.” You’re just glad the thick air between the two of you has broken. He was actually becoming a better person to talk to.

“You just gotta make sure you replace your nutritional intake that you would have gotten from meat. That’s the main mistake people make when going vegan is they become too deficient in protein.”

“Why do you want to be a Vet, may I ask?” I sat next to him on my bed as I was done patching him up and we were just talking like old friends at this moment.

“Animals are just so complex it’s really cool. For instance, cows have four stomachs and if they have gas trapped in their 4th stomach, how you fix it is you twist their head so their sense of balance gets off, roll them on their back, listen for the stomach which would sound like a balloon, sew it to the belly wall, then roll them right side up so the stomach stays in the correct place.”

“I actually have a cow that I rescued from a slaughterhouse.” He shared this fact before thinking that maybe he shouldn’t mention it. What was she doing to me?

“WOW Really?!?! I mean, I don’t think you would let me see them because that would reveal your identity, but that’s still really cool.”

**BANG!!**

A noise of someone landing not so gently on my fire escape silenced the room. Robin put his finger to his lips and I nodded in response not wanting to move or make a sound.

He silently got off my bed and crept over to the window, making sure to stay crouched out of sight. He slowly moved the curtain to peek through the glass. After a moment he threw open the window.

“What are you doing here?”

“Your tracker was off and you weren't answering any of your calls. We tracked your last location to around here and found the balcony with significantly less snow on it figuring you had to go into hiding.” Ok that HAD to be Batman, there was no way that deep scary voice wasn’t him. Even though you haven’t had any interaction with him before, and you’d like to keep it that way, that’s just what you’d imagine him sounding like.

“Who you got in there birdie that you had to take your shirt off for?” Ok this was a completely less mature voice than Batman. I suspect it’s one of the other and maybe former robins, but I couldn’t tell which one without being able to look out the window.

“I didn’t want to leave her company. I’ll be out in a sec.” Robin closed the window with more force than you think he intended.

“So there IS a SHE! We were scared you were dead again.” You heard muffled through the window glass and THAT you couldn’t help but laugh at.

I picked up Robin’s suit as he turned back towards me and I helped him get it on without messing up my stitching job too much. As the final pieces of his hood came on and he picked up his sword, he turned towards me in the darkness of my room.

“So this is goodbye I guess.” I say with only a little sadness behind it. I mean, what else am I supposed to think. He landed on my balcony by accident. He has no obligation to me, nor would I think he would want an obligation.

“Don’t be certain of that beloved.” Woah, I like that nickname. “I might just crash on your balcony on purpose next time.” He said with a smirk. He turned and opened my window and left without a trace. Well, not exactly, because I heard multiple metal clanks of the fire escapes from multiple people jumping on them. Maybe tonight wasn’t the worst night to get lost in a book.

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