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axailslink · 1 year

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When we're thirty

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: Being best friends with Riri is a gift especially when neither of you are aware of your attraction to each other.

Snippet from the fic: “ "she tryna flip these inside out" you grab some of your perfume ignoring riri as you spray it on your wrists, chest, and ankles. Riri watches and waits until you're finished to say "why you spray your ankles?" You smile to yourself and Riri's dead serious now "you better not be ready to give up no cooky tonight bitch did you shave too?" ”

Dating for you is so common and Riri can't be more fucking annoyed in her life about it. "Could you at least act happy for me?" Riri glances up from her phone and shakes her head "absolutely not. I would but seeing as you've dated half the campus now I'm not saying shit." You scoff and put on your necklace "I'm pretty sure that was your way of calling me a whore" Riri nods "your words not mine" you groan and snatch her phone tossing it on her bed "stop being a dick and just be happy for me plesse Ri. You always telling me how I should get with a girl who cares for me as much as I care for them and this girl might be her." Riri nods "I mean maybe... No one else has made it even close to a third date with you. They look at you wrong and you get rid of em aren't you worried people might think you a...how do I say..?" You cock your brow wishing her to say the word you know is forming on her O shaped lips "you best not. I ain't no hoe I ain't just fucking very body not every body gets that luxury okay? You gotta be something special to see me naked. Especially for free." Riri laughs and shakes her head "I must be "something special" because I've seen you inside and out miss Y/n" you roll your eyes and reply "you're my best friend..." Riri nods "exactly and as your best friend I'm telling you this chick is tryna slide in your jeans" you. Can't help but laugh at Riri's terminology "girl what?"

Riri nods pulling on the belt loop of your ripped jeans "she tryna flip these inside out" you grab some of your perfume ignoring riri as you spray it on your wrists, chest, and ankles. Riri watches and waits until you're finished to say "why you spray your ankles?" You smile to yourself and Riri's dead serious now "you better not be ready to give up no cooky tonight bitch did you shave too?" You don't answer Riri's question instead you grab her by her wrist and pull her to you "hug me and see if you can smell this perfume" Riri does as asked and nods but she doesn't let the whole spray thing go away in fact she continues speaking about it as you make your way outside the door and to your car.

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Upon your return it's written all over your face Riri doesn't even have to ask she just grabs a blanket and puts on some cartoons "come here." You do as requested immediately kicking your shoes off and taking your jeans and top off before getting in bed with Riri. "You're going to love this" no she's not she truly hates seeing you sad or upset even if it means she was right "don't say that" "at this point you the only girl I'm vibing with we should get married if we're thirty and still single." Riri laughs and kisses your forehead "you're ridiculous you'd hate fucking me cause I wouldn't let you be on top." You laugh and shake your head "see that right there I ain't no fucking pillow princess you gone get this loving cause you act like you can't be touched but we both know a little something something..." Riri cocks her brow "so what? You saying you could strap me down?" You sit up and nod "fuck yeah I could strap you down and wear you out just saying." Riri bursts into laughter causing you to scoff.

"Wow so you really don't think I could wear you out?" Riri shakes her head as she holds her laugh "man whatever not only that we couldn't get married because you a player you date everybody I'd get jealous." You chuckle and lean your head against her chest "I wouldn't date everyone if you were my girl. Only you. You care too much unlike the girls I be with... You notice the smallest changes I'd have my hands full." Riri finds this the best timing to say "and your mouth" you slap her shoulder and sigh "girl shut the fuck up and cuddle me. Remember I'm heartbroken." Riri opens her legs so you can lay in between on her chest. Riri watches as you fall asleep and shakes her head "when we're thirty."

A/n: ah sweet best friends who secretly yearn for each other but don't want to ruin a good friendship. I think imma make this correlate to the long fic I'm supposed to be posting.

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reidscanehand · 2 years

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Politics of Lonely

Inspired by this song by Isabel Pless Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAUfem!Reader Category: Hurt/Comfort/Fluff TW: discussions of loneliness, cursing, self-doubt This is, honestly, a pretty self-serving write on my part, but I really need something like this and, since that likely won’t happen, I wrote it. I also really love Isabel Pless’ music, so any chance I have to introduce people to her stuff is a win in my book. Hope you like this and love you! xx

~ If success is subjective, then what's the objective of a lonely life fully lived well? - Isabel Pless ~

Spencer Reid is not a stalker. Truly. And he never had any intention of finding out Y/N’s Saturday schedule. In fact, knowing anything about it at all makes him feel incredibly weird. However, the mind works in mysterious ways and a genius mind even moreso. Meaning, that, once he accidentally happened upon a part of this regularly occurring and particularly well-kept to schedule, he just so happened to be able to slowly (not nearly slowly enough for his comfort) piece together her schedule for the rest of her day off.

Seeing her at his favorite bookstore had been a completely unexpected (though entirely pleasant) surprise. His favorite booksotre isn’t exactly a secret, and he knows he mentioned it to her when she’d asked him about a certain edition of Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, but he somehow had never anticipated actually seeing her there one Saturday morning.

But, sure enough, he turns the corner and there she is. He immediately turns back behind the shelf, out of her view, pressing his back into the endcap, his breathing suddenly far more labored than he’d expected. It’s not exactly a secret either that Y/N is a beautiful woman. And to see her, standing in a pool of light, almost comically, perfectly provided by one of the gorgeous skylights in the store, was a quite a sight to behold. The crush that’s been burdgeoning since her arrival to the BAU fills his chest fully, as though his heart is accepting what his mind already knew: he more than likes Y/N.

“Spencer?” her voice breaks his reverie. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yes,” he manages to say, “why would I not be?”

“You’re leaning against the bookshelf pale as a ghost and breathing like you’ve just run a mile,” she states, her smile perking up the ends of the sentence with disconcerting charm. “I’m just making sure you’re not running from someone or something.”

“I, um, read something that scared me,” Spencer says, lying desperately (badly).

“Oh?” Y/N asks, her eyebrow arching upward and her slight smile deepening. “What were you reading?”

“Um,” Spencer drops his eyes, thrilled to see an abandoned book right near his foot. He leans down and picks it up, not even glancing at the cover. “This one.”

Y/N glances at the book, then looks up at Spencer, her face alight with barely contained laughter, “A Guide to Pigeons of North America?”

Spencer looks down at the book in question, he’s horrified to see a (rather terrifying) picture of a pigeon on the cover. Fucking hell.

“Um...yeah,” Spencer almost sighs at his own stupidity, “I, uh, I’m scared of pigeons.”

Putting himself in such an awkward position distracted him from how overwhelmed he felt as Y/N spoke to him. Simply enough, they’d chatted for a few minutes about books, which only reconfirmed the two things he already knew to be true: 1. Y/N has excellent taste in many things, especially literature. 2. It wouldn’t take too much for him to fall in love with her.

As they walked out the door, she’d eyed him carefully.

“What is it?” he asks softly, barely resisting the urge to reach over and push her hair back over her ear.

“Would you, um,” she chews her lip, like it’s her turn to be nervous. “Would you like to, um, get a coffee with me?”

Spencer stares at her for a moment too long, a tad caught up in the blissful spring weather and how pretty she looks in her little dress and how the sun is shining just so and-and she’s floundering.

“You don’t have to, obviously, I just usually go to get another coffee after stopping here and...and I just figured you might-”

“I’d love to,” Spencer cuts her off, his own voice sounding far away in his ears.

She stares at him for a moment, a smile overtaking her features, “Wonderful.”

And it had been wonderful. Truly wonderful. Maybe the best Saturday Spencer had had....ever? They walked to the coffee shop, where Spencer easily deduced she was a regular, just as she seemed to be at the bookstore. She’d then walked him to the Farmer’s Market, picking out produce for her week and gathering bits and bobs for her dinner that evening.

As they parted ways when he walked her back to her apartment, she stared up at him suddenly, eyes still shining with remnants of smiles from the afternoon.

“Thank you for...for spending time with me today,” she almost whispers, her voice is so quiet.

“Thank you,” Spencer corrects her slightly, “for letting me tag along.”

“It’s...um, it’s just that I usually...” she trails off, her face quirking up awkwardly, “I usually do this alone. And I don’t mind being lonely, I guess, but it was...nice, more than nice, really, to have someone to do it with for once. I know my...preferences can be kind of boring, so I really appreciate you...wasting an afternoon with me.”

Without a second thought, Spencer lurches forward, tucking her into a tight hug that she settles into almost instantly.

“I had so much fun,” he assures her, before releasing her from the hug, arms still around her, staring down at her intensely. “And it certainly wasn’t a wasted afternoon.” She beams at him and hugs him again. They say their goodbyes and he walks out, dusk just settling in, a smile still on his face.

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He’s hoping to have another opportunity to ostensibly...run into Y/N, to sort of maybe...extend the afternoon into an evening, somehow gathering the courage to ask her on a date.

But, cases get in the way. Case after case hits the team like a neverending treadmill, keeping them going for almost a month non-stop. They return from a rather harrowing case in Kentucky and, the team assumes, anyway, Hotch draws some sort of line with Strauss.

“We’ll work tomorrow, starting at 10,” Hotch announces as the team takes their seats on the jet, “just for paperwork purposes. But then the weekend and Monday, you’ll have off.”

Everyone practically cheers with joy, chats already brewing about plans for the long weekend. JJ texts Will, excited to spend the weekend with her boys. Emily texts some old friends, planning to meet up with them along with Derek and Penelope. Rossi laughs when they ask him to join, then sighs deeply and admits that he’ll need the Saturday off, then he’ll need to work on his newest draft on Sunday and Monday in order to keep his editor off his back. Hotch taps out, too, excited to finally spend a weekend with Jack.

“What about you, Y/N?” Derek asks. “Wanna meet us at the bar tomorrow night? I hear Emily’s friend is single.”

She giggles demurely and then rolls her eyes, “Actually, I think I’m going to see if my sister wants to drive down from Maryland to see me. We’ve been meaning to catch up for a while now.”

Spencer’s happy Y/N has plans to finally see her sister, who she’s mentioned missing quite a bit recently, but he’d sort of been hoping to see her on Saturday, if just by chance.

“What about you, Pretty Boy?” Derek asks, turning the attention to Spencer. He feels his face turn beet red.

“Um...I, uh...” he flounders for a moment then clears his throat, “I’ve got some books to read.”

The rest of the team seems happy with that answer, but Spencer can feel Y/N’s eyes on him, a gaze he avoids as the plane takes off back home.

~~~

“Are you sure you don’t want to come out with us tonight, Spence?” Emily asks over the phone. It’s around 10am on Saturday morning and Spencer’s pouring a second cup of coffee - a necessity as this is the second call he’s received about this evening’s festivities.

“Why are you guys so annoyed with the idea that bars really aren’t my thing? Besides, it’s not like I’m the only one not coming. JJ’s with Will and Henry, Hotch is with Jack, Rossi’s still working, for God’s sake, Y/N’s with her sister-”

“Y/N’s sister cancelled on her,” Emily corrects him offhandedly. “I was sort of hoping to convince her to come, too, but-”

“When did that happen?” Spencer demands abruptly. There’s a pause as Emily’s clearly taken aback by his reaction.

“Yesterday afternoon after you left,” Emily explains. “She’s pretty down about it, actually, which is why-”

“I have to go, Emily,” Spencer interrupts her. “Thanks for the invite, but I’ll be busy.”

“Busy?” Emily asks incredulously, even as Spencer hangs up. “Busy with what?”

~~~

Spencer’s not exactly sure what his plan is here, in fact, he most decidedly doesn’t really have one. But he knows...he knows he should do something. On his way to Y/N’s apartment, he passes the Farmer’s Market, his height and the open air facility making it possible for him to look around, not seeing her there and moving on. He passes the coffee shop, walking in and almost blindly ordering his favorite, tacking hers onto his order without thinking twice. He looks around, hoping she’ll just happen to be there, but determinedly continuing towards her apartment complex when he still doesn’t see her. It’s a last ditch effort at the bookstore, but Ron, the owner - seemingly fully aware of the situation - tells Spencer without any prompting that Y/N hasn’t been in today.

So now he’s standing in front of her door, the slightly lukewarm coffees in his hands making him feel even more awkward. He knocks quietly, considering doing it again when the door suddenly opens. He almost can’t breathe when he sees her. The usual glow around her is dimmed slightly, her adorable matching pajamas still on despite noon swiftly approaching. She looks tired and sad somehow and it tugs at his heartstrings.

“Spencer?” Y/N asks, looking up at him in astonishment. “What are you doing here?”

“I, um,” he chastises himself inwardly for being so unprepared. “I know how much you were looking forward to seeing your sister and I’m sorry she cancelled on you. And I know it might be...be stupid, but I thought that maybe...maybe you’d want to spend another Saturday with me? And then maybe...maybe we could just spend more time together generally? Because I...the most fun I’ve had in ages was the Saturday I spent with you and I...” he trails off, staring at her, cursing himself for his own discomfort.

“Spencer, I appreciate it, but I don’t want you to feel like you have to hang out with me just because I’m...lonely,” Y/N says sadly. “I don’t want to drag you along just because-”

But he cuts her off then, the determination of earlier in the day settling over him again as he places the coffees on the ground next to her door, stepping forward and reaching for her hands, which she - thankfully - allows him to take easily.

“I know,” he whispers, “I know what it is to be lonely. And I wanted you to know that...if you want, you don’t have to be...lonely, that is. Because I’d...I’d like to...love to, really, be with you. Spending time with you isn’t anything but a joy. You wouldn’t be dragging me, if anything I’ll damn near skip along beside you.”

Her eyes have widened, mouth parting slightly, but that makes her laugh and smile as she meets his eyes again.

“Really?”

“Really,” he nods, smiling down at her. “Not just today, but...for however long you’ll have me, actually.” And with that he presses a kiss to knuckles of her hands, bringing them to his chest.

Y/N smiles up at him and he can tell it’s the first time she’s smiled in a minute. She meets his eyes again, the twinkle from that Saturday over a month ago returning as she glances towards his lips.

“Would you like to go to the bookstore with me?” Y/N asks sweetly, her eyes flicking back to his mischievously.

“Yes,” he whispers, stepping closer, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

Her smile deepens, “And then maybe the coffee shop? I think the ones you brought might be cold.”

“Yes,” he chuckles softly, tugging her impossibly closer and dropping a kiss to her shoulder. Y/N shudders slightly, but smiles into his chest, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“And then the Farmer’s Market?” she suggests shyly. “I could make us d-dinner, if you’d like to stay.”

“I’d love to,” he replies almost huskily, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“We could eat outside,” she whispers teasingly, starting to laugh.

“We could,” he answers, pulling away slightly to look down at her properly, “if a picnic’s not too funny for you.”

“It’s not that,” she shakes her head. “It’s just that we’ll have to be careful.”

“Careful?” Spencer asks, pushing the errant lock of hair behind her ear, like the universe giving him a second chance to do so.

“Yeah,” she nods, clearly trying not to burst into laughter, “you know, to avoid the pigeons.”

Spencer rolls his eyes and tugs her back into his chest, finally pressing a kiss to her lips.

~ “I think you’re the one.” - Isabel Pless ~

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alicedash2 · 6 months

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Hello there I hope your doing well I really love your work so I want to request somthing so I just imagine this werid thing but hear me out what if the red hair pirates recruited a cute female crew member thats super bubbly ,sweet, kind cute ofc and she comes from a village that believe in some radom god she also has a tattoo that represent the god on the side of her leg.Oh and also i can imagine just her being a suprise a first lol 😂

And her oufit that I drew on papper:

Can you please do a fanfic about this plesse 🥺🥺🥺 have a amazing day!

RED HAIRED PIRATES X TN WHO HAVE A TATOO

(I'm sooo sorry for that be sooo short! I have no ideas for 🥺)

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One day, YN was in the village, which was a peaceful, beautiful village and much adored by other people for its culture, and one day, the ship of red-haired pirates arrived and visited the village, that's when they met YN, she was so cute and kind man who won all the hearts of the crew, Shanks, invited her to his crew, which YN accepted with huge smiles

while YN was sitting, distracted, she ended up revealing a tattoo on her leg, Shanks was curious and surprised, he had never seen a tattoo like that

-Do you have a tattoo?- Shanks walked over and sat next to YN, but not too close

-Yes! Did you like it? It's a representation of my God, my village is very religious too- YN smiled kindly and revealed the full tattoo

- it's a very beautiful tattoo! - Shanks observed in detail

As Shanks talked to YN, Shanks also made a point of calling one by one to see YN's tattoo, YN told him everything about his religion and the representation of his village, how they celebrated religious days and events, everyone ended up falling in love by YN and her culture

At first, it was a big surprise, as it was something different from what they had seen before.

YN even had certain different customs, but never being judged, what mattered was the heart of the beautiful young girl on the ship

#one piece #one piece x reader #akagami no shanks #shanks #shanks x reader #shanks x y/n

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unholygroundinholyplaces · 8 months

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Mei meinis soo cute and pretty abd i wish she woukd love me more i love her so much i just wanted to take thing slow i was wong plesse i think it would be fun to have her last namr hehe i live her so so is mu h

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fullsunstrawberry · 1 year

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omg get well soon plesse do things that clear your minddd

i’m loving the update so excited for the next omg 😭 i can’t believe it’s part 16 alr

your graduation is so soon i hope you have sm fun frr 🫶🫶

i’m so ready for this year to be over my finals are next week i’m dreading it 😭 why did i pick math as a major i’m so mad at myself

also my boyfriend is in japan right now visting his parents so i’m all alone - my best friends all go to different colleges (one in florida and one is AUSTRALIA) but australian friend is coming back in the summer so i’m so excited to see her omg

the wedding is going for sure! i picked the songs for the family dance so now i need to start choreographing it (the songs are nachde ne saare, make some noise for the desi boyz, ghagra, and then gallan goodiyaan - definetly check them out) i’m going to be super busy but unfortunately my cousin had his wedding a couple months ago and i NEED to show him up by my planning skills so you got to do what you got to do yk

i wrote way to much but i like talking to you so i hope it’s okay 😭 sorry if i don’t respond as much i’m about to be super busy

make sure to take care of yourself and don’t overwork - have lots of fun for your last few weeks as a highschool student okay?? love you babeee 🩷🩷

tysm! been organizing everything around me :)

i can’t believe i’ve been posting every day ((not counting today lol))

i have no clue what’s happening with my graduation party… 3 other people are graduating in my family so we all agreed to have it together 💀 but i’m special because it’s my high school graduation and the other ones are graduating from college (or two year college) but my best friend isn’t gonna be able to go because she’s going to Columbia :((

i made a playlist of those songs!! i’ll make sure to listen to them and tell you which one is my favorite <3 also i BET yours is gonna be better 😤😤😤

i love reading everything you send me <3 i know i say it all the time but make sure to also focus too on yourself （╹◡╹）♡

#my love <3 #i love this ❤️#erin-calling <3

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jobrookekarev · 1 year

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So I Showed up on Your Doorstep

Chapter Nine of Eleven: You Know, When It’s Time To Go

Words: 4,384

Chapter Summary: Jo, Alex, and Luna head back to Seattle, leaving the farmhouse behind.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson, and Jo Wilson/OC.

Characters: Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, Luna Ashton-Wilson, Izzie Stevens, Alexis Stevens, and Eli Stevens.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences.

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Airplane, Friendship, Kids, Toddlers, Soft!

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That night in the barn was their first of many nights together and they haven't spent another night apart. Jo moved to Alex's bedroom and Luna's pack-and-play moved with her. Although she often slept over in the twin's room, giving them plenty of alone time. Something they took full advantage of.

Jo’s days are filled with love and she found herself leaning into Alex and kissing him freely. Much to the twins' excitement, Luna’s happy squeals, and Izzie’s knowing smile. However, they both knew she and Luna couldn't stay at the farmhouse forever.

Their little vacation bubble burst two and a half weeks later with a phone call from Tom’s lawyer. It's a summoning to court in Seattle to fight the restraining order and abuse accusations. She knew this would come, but Jo still broke down after the call. Alex held her and told her she was safe and she believed him. He promised to go to Seattle with her and protect her. She's not alone anymore and she never will be. So a week after that they were all ready to go.

“Okay,” Izzie said as they went over the checklist on the notepad in her hand. “You have Luna's diaper bag, your suitcase, and your purse. Alex's suitcase is with him upstairs as he's still packing. Alex's carry on bag is here, you have lunch and extra snacks, and you've got your tickets on the phone. Plus, phones, tablet, keys, wallets, and of course, Ellie?”

“Yep, that's everything,” Jo confirmed as she pointed out every single bag and pointed to where Luna was holding Ellie.

Jo looked at the tickets on her phone. Their flight left in three hours. It would take one hour to get there, another in security, and an extra hour of wiggle room in case Luna had a meltdown or something else went wrong.

Jo looked over at Luna who was playing with the twins. They had set up an airplane on the couch and had an airplane window view video on the TV. Jo watched them for a second, Eli was flying the plane with his stick on tie and captain’s hat. Alexis was serving the drinks with her play food while Luna sat with Ellie and made sure her elephant had their seat belt on. She was trying to tie the imaginary seatbelt with the ribbon she had just like Alexis taught her, but her cubby toddler fingers just fiddled with it. The three of them were trying to savor every moment together. They had protested Jo and Luna leaving the moment they told them a few days ago.

She pulled out her phone and took a video of them just playing. Izzie put an arm around her and laid her head on her shoulder as they both watched their kids play together. Jo loved their sweet little bond and she didn't want to take Luna away from them. She wished they could stay here, in this moment. Since becoming a mom, Jo had learned to take as many pictures and videos as she could. It was always these sweet little moments that she wanted to bottle up and keep forever. Videoing them was her way of doing it.

Suddenly Luna got frustrated as she yelled and whined. She held up her hands that were tangled up in the ribbon and looked over at Jo as she stepped forward to rescue her daughter's fingers. However, Alexis and Eli raced over to Luna first. Alexis pulled her into her lap as Eli sat down in front of her.

“I can help you, Luna,” Eli said as he delicately put his fingers over hers and Luna nodded.

“Eelp pless,” Luna said as Alexis gave her a hug and Eli started to undo the string on her hands.

Izzie let out an awe at the cuteness and Jo smiled as she video taped all of it. She wasn't used to Luna having the help of a big sibling. Luna was the one who acted older and helped out with Scout in her own little ways. Meanwhile, with Meredith’s, Ben and Bailey’s, Teddy and Owen’s kids, she refused their help and insisted she try to do it on her own first before she reluctantly let Jo help her. She always thought that Luna would be her oldest, helping her younger siblings. Now, Jo wanted this for her, she wanted Alexis and Eli to be her older siblings.

Eli untangled the string and wove it into a circle before setting it down as he leaned in to kiss Luna's hands. “All better?”

“Yeah,” Luna nodded as Alexis giggled before setting Luna back down.

Luna walked over to Jo and showed her, her free hands. Jo smiled and picked her up as she snuggled her little girl close and kissed her hands as well. “Did Alexis and Eli help you, baby girl?”

“Yeah, eelp,”

“Did you say thank you?”

“Tank ooh,” Luna said with a wave. She always waved when she said thank you.

“You're welcome,” the twins replied in unison.

“I'm going to miss this so much,” Izzie said with a sigh as she held out her arms for Luna’s who smiled as she pulled away from Jo as she reached out to Izzie.

“Me too,” Jo said in agreement as they looked over at their kids.

“Oh I could just eat you up sweet girl,” Izzie smiled and Luna laughed as Izzie peppered her head with kisses and gave her a gentle squeeze.

Jo laughed as Luna wiggled out of her arms and went back to her play with the twins. They watched them for a moment before Izzie looked over at the bags.

“I guess we should start loading up the car,” Izzie said with a sigh as she looked over at Jo.

“Yes, I suppose so,” Jo said, although she made no move to do so.

The thought of actually going back and facing Tom turned her stomach and she put a hand on her stomach. Jo turned away from the kids to face the kitchen as she tried to keep her lunch down. The kids had noticed her throwing up often, although Jo managed to hide her anxiety from them. Although they played it off and said she had the stomach bug. The twins had been so sweet and offered their favorite movies and Lamby, which was the white fluffy lamb hot water bottle cover. Jo’s heart ached to miss them already.

“Oh no,” Izzie said as she watched her and grabbed the plastic bowl from the countertop. “Just take a deep breath, Jo. It's going to be okay. Alex is going to be with you, protecting you and Luna every step of the way.”

“I know,” Jo said with a nod as she did as she was told and breathed deeply in through her nose and out through her mouth.

Jo had always had a nervous stomach, but it had been worse the past couple of days. Her nausea had popped up the day of the court summoning. However, it had gotten worse when they bought the tickets back to Seattle. The thought of going home should have been a comfort, but instead, it terrified her. Tom’s presents threatened her world back in Seattle. She only took comfort in the fact that Alex was coming with her and that all of her friends and family in Seattle would help her.

“I’m okay,” Jo lied, her breathing steady again, but her stomach still felt unsteady.

“Just take a few more deep breaths,” Izzie said with a kind gentle voice as she started to rub low circles on Jo's back.

Still, she took a few more deep breaths, standing upright after a second. She knew it was passing as she sighed, but then she looked at the bags again and her stomach turned again. Jo leaned forward and threw up in the bowl. Izzie quickly pulled her away from the kitchen and into the bathroom down the hall. Although Jo's nausea soon passed and she didn't throw up again, it left her tired as she sat on the floor as Izzie flushed the vomit down the toilet.

“I'm sorry. I can wash the bowl in a second,” Jo said as she looked up at Izzie.

“Oh nonsense,” Izzie said as she rinsed out the bowl and set it aside. “You're the sick one, you don't have to clean it up.”

“I used to do it all the time when I was a kid.”

Izzie sighed as she looked back at her in the mirror. It was the look of pity and horror that flashed across people's faces when Jo let slip the mistreatment from her childhood. Alex never got that look, he was the one person who knew as he had horror stories of his own.

“Well, you'll never have to do so again so long as I'm here and I'll tell Alex to do the same,” Izzie said as she caught Jo’s eye in the mirror.

Jo smiled too, she loved that Izzie took care of her like a big sister would. she’d never had that and never wanted it before. Now that she had Izzie, she was reluctant to leave her. They hadn't discussed what would happen going forward. She knew Alex would stay with her, but would that mean the twins would travel? Or Alex would go back and forth? Would Izzie travel with them or stay in Kansas? It was a conversation and decision they had all avoided making.

Jo and Izzie got up and went back to the kitchen. Izzie gave her some anti-nausea meds and Jo sat on a stool at the kitchen bar as her stomach settled. Izzie came over to her and they both sat together and watched the kids play. Finally, Alex came down the stairs with the last bag, and just like that, the moment was gone. Jo looked back at their bags on the floor and she knew it was time to go.

“Ready?” Alex asked as Jo nodded, she looked over at Izzie who sighed and pulled her in for a hug.

“I'm going to miss you so much,” Izzie whispered as she hugged her tighter.

“I'm going to miss you too,” Jo said, as she squeezed her back just as hard, not wanting to let go.

But they finally pulled apart, although they kept their arms linked. Alex hugged Izzie too as they gave each other a squeeze.

“I’d tell you to be careful and not do anything stupid in Seattle, but I'm sure Jo will keep an eye out for you,” Izzie said to him as Alex chuckled and shook his head.

“You know I will,” Jo said with a smile as they exchanged a giggle.

Alex shook his head. “I'm a grown man, I can take care of myself.”

“Of course, you can,” Izzie said with a little smirk.

Alex nodded and grabbed a couple of the bags as Jo and Izzie grabbed the last few. They took them out to the car and loaded it up. Jo double checked Luna's car seat and blanket and made sure that Ellie was still with her. She had always been an easy travel kid. Thus, she was hoping that Luna would either nap in the car or on the plane.

Unlike her, Jo was always nervous to fly. She preferred the car rides that took longer but got there in their own time. Maybe that was a bit of lingering nostalgia from the time she lived in her car. Although it was rough at the time, for a while it was home. As she looked around the farmhouse she couldn't help but feel torn between going home and staying just a bit longer.

Finally, they got everything packed up and all that was missing was themselves and Luna. They walked back into the house to see the kids still playing airplane. Although this time they were strapped into their seats as they flew through a storm. Eli yelled at them to hunker down, while Luna and Alexis hugged each other. They all screamed with each pretend jolt of the plane and pretend to bounce and sway from side to side.

“Alright guys, time to take a pause,” Izzie said, grabbing the remote and stopping the video as they all looked over at her with a sigh.

“Is it time for Luna and Jo to go?” Alexis said as she clung to Luna with a large Karev pout.

“I'm afraid so, my sweet girl,” Jo said as she knelt down and held her arms up from Luna, but Luna looked up at Alexis and snuggled back into her arms.

“No!” Luna insisted as Eli came and hugged her as well and just like that Jo's heart broke.

“Can't they stay just for a little bit longer, we're not even done playing airplane,” Eli protested as he matched Alexis's pout.

“I'm sorry buddy,” Alex said with a sigh. “It's time for us to go. The plane takes off in a few hours and we need to be there on time.”

“But you don't have to go,” Alexis protested, and it was the familiar argument they had heard in the past few days. “Jo and Luna can just stay here forever like Daddy did.”

“You guys know that Jo and Luna aren't like Daddy. They can't stay here forever baby girl,” Izzie said with a sigh as she went over and sat next to Alexis.

“I know it's hard, but Luna and I need to go home to Seattle. This isn't the last time you guys are going to see each other. You three are going to come visit us in just a few days,” Jo said as she tried to smile and remain hopeful.

Alex came over too and grabbed the fourteen piece paper chain they had made that morning. “See in just fourteen days you guys are going to come visit us in Seattle.”

“Yeah,” Izzie said with a smile as she nodded. “And we're going to see Grandma Robbie, Auntie Meredith, and Auntie Bailey. We're going to stay with Luna and Jo in their penthouse this time. We're going to go on a ferry ride, see the Space Needle, all the whales, the ocean, the beach, and everything!”

“If we're going to go to Seattle in fourteen days,” Eli said, holding up ten fingers. “Why can't we just go now?”

The twins had been eagerly looking forward to their trip to Seattle. However, they desperately wanted to go with Jo and Luna instead of without them. However, they all agreed that it would be best to wait until the first hearing was over. Jo was nervous here in Kansas enough and she didn’t want the twins to see her that anxious.

“I need to clean up the penthouse, it's very messy,” Jo said with a shake of her head as Alex chuckled.

“But we could help you clean up, we're good picker uppers,” Alexis added although they all knew it was a lie.

“I'm sorry, guys this is the way it is and unfortunately it's not going to change,” Izzie said with a sigh as she gave each of the twins a reassuring squeeze. She looked down at Luna and brushed the hair out of her face with gentle fingers.

“Come on guys, it's time to go,” Jo said with a gentle whisper as she was sad to admit it as well.

Luna finally got up and went over to her Mama as Jo swept her up in her arms. She gave her a hug and a kiss before setting her on her hip. They all pause for a second, looking at each other. None of them wanted to leave this moment and part ways, however temporary, but it was time to go.

Alex put his hand on the small of Jo’s back and the two of them got up to go as Izzie and the twins followed them out. She got Luna settled in her car seat, although the toddler started to whine and protest immediately. Jo almost didn't have the heart to fight her, but she still got her buckled in. Alex started up the car and sat in the driver's seat as Jo got into the passenger seat next to him. Izzie and the twins stood on the porch and waved to them as they pulled out of the driveway. The sorrow on their faces was mirrored in Jo and Alex’s.

“Say bye-bye, Luna,” Jo said as she looked back at Luna in the backseat and waved to the twins and Izzie on the porch.

“Bye-bye wove you,” Luna said to them. She aggressively waved as much as her little arms could.

“Bye-bye, we love you too,” Alexis and Eli shouted back as they waved as big as their arms could.

Jo and Alex waved goodbye as well. Right up until the moment they turned onto the main road and the little farmhouse disappeared. Tears sprung into Jo's eyes and Alex looked over as he saw them. He gave her hand a squeeze before handing her a few tissues. Jo didn't want to leave the farmhouse for good. She didn't want it to be a place that she just visited on vacation. She began to rethink the idea of Seattle being home. Maybe it was time to go.

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The plane ride home was rough. Luna fussed and then had a full-out tantrum on the plane for the majority of the flight. It didn't help that the plane was turbulent and her nausea came back. Jo and Alex did everything they could think of to help, from cuddles and movies, to videos of the twins and Izzie. There was a brief interlude before landing where she was placated by a movie. But only so long as she sat on Jo's lap, cuddled with Ellie, and was wearing Nana's hat. By the end of the flight, everyone was frustrated with them, although Alex bought everybody drinks and snacks, which seemed to help.

They finally landed in Seattle and Jo and Alex let out a sigh of relief. They ran to get off the airplane and got their bags as quickly as they could before taking Jo's car back to the penthouse. Alex smiled as he settled into the idea of being back in Seattle and watched the skyscrapers light up the night. He was still surprised when they pulled up to the skyscrapers that Jo called home. They parked underground and took the elevator up to the penthouse. He half expected Jackson to meet them at the door, but Jo inputted the code and opened the door up to her home.

The penthouse was definitely hers. It was covered with colorful rugs and macrame art, with kids' toys scattered around and dead plants in the kitchen. There was a tan leather couch instead of their white one, but he understood why she didn't keep it. This was Jo and Luna's home and not his, yet.

“It's not exactly the loft is it,” Jo said as she absentmindedly swayed with Luna in her arms the toddler had finally passed out the second she got in her car seat.

“No, it's got much better views though,” Alex said as he looked out through floor to ceiling windows

“Yeah, it's definitely better than the workers at the docks and Highway 99,” Jo said with a smile as she watched him take it all in.

“Jo is that you?” Link's voice came down the landing as his heavy footsteps came on the stairs.

“Yeah, we're home,” Jo replied back as she went out to greet him although Alex hung back.

Jo had told Alex that they had lived together ever since Jo moved into the penthouse. Now they co-parented Luna and Scout together. Alex was glad that she wasn't alone. She always had a hard time living alone. He was grateful that Link was there for her when he couldn't be. He also knew Link would protect Jo, even from him and especially after the letter.

“Thank god you two are home,” Link said, wrapping his arms around her as he held her and Luna in a hug before he pulled back.

He held her face as he studied it. The bruises had faded into a light yellow that Jo had mostly hidden with makeup. But he picked up her wrist as Jo sighed.

“I'm fine, I promise,” Jo assured him, but Link wouldn't be placated.

“You got x-rays and everything and are you able to send those to me? I'd like to give it a second look just to make sure the fracture is clean and you don't need surgery or....”

“I'm fine, Link I promise,” Jo said, giving him a reassuring smile. She pulled her wrist back and placed her free fingers on Luna's back. “But I'll send you the x-rays if it'll make you feel better.”

“It would,” Link said as he gave her a soft smile and put his arms on her shoulder as he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

Jo closed her eyes and smiled and for a second, Alex got the feeling that something deeper was going on between the two friends. However, Jo looked back at him with soft eyes filled with love and he knew he loved him with all her heart. Link caught sight of him too, sending him a glare although he didn't say anything as Jo shot him a look and Alex took a tentative step towards them.

“It's good to see you again, Link,” Alex said with a nod. “I'm glad to hear that you've been taking care of Jo and Luna.”

“Yeah well, that's what good friends do,” Link said, clearly resenting Alex for not doing the same.

“No fighting tonight, please,” Jo said with a deep sigh as she looked between them.

They both nodded in agreement and Alex took her hand as she pulled him upstairs. Jo led him into the master bedroom, to their surprise it was clean and Jo was very thankful that Link had done that for her. She went over to the crib set up in the corner and gently laid Luna down. Jo made sure Luna still had Ellie and her hat before she put the blanket over her. Jo stared down at her daughter for a second before she reached down and kissed her head. Then she pulled back and looked over at him.

Alex put the bags on the bench at the end of the bed. He wasn't sure which door was for the closet or the bathroom. Jo just sighed and started to strip. She took off her jacket and pants and kicked off her shoes and her shirt and bra until she was only in underwear. Then she dove between the covers. She laid down on her stomach with only her head poking out on her pillow as she let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes. Alex smiled and he started to follow and took off his shoes. It had been a long day and they were both exhausted.

Jo reached out for the water bottle on the end table. She always woke up thirsty in the middle of the night. She opened her eyes and frowned as she saw that her nightstand was empty.

“Shoot I think Link took my water bottle downstairs and washed it,” Jo said with a growl as she frowned at the offending empty nightstand.

“I'll go get it,” Alex said standing up, he was still in jeans and a shirt, unlike her.

“You don't have to,” Jo said, although she made no move to get out of bed.

“Considering that I'm the only one dressed, I think I have to,” Alex said with this smile as he looked down at her and just shook his head with a smirk.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

Alex went back downstairs and wasn't surprised to see that Link was still there. He was picking up a few of the toys on the floor that must have been Scouts with the basketball game playing on the TV. There was instantly an awkward tension in the room as Link caught him and glared at him. Although he continued to pick up the toys on the floor.

“I'm just getting Jo some water,” Alex explained to him although he didn't have to.

“Yeah, I washed her water bottle after she left. It's in the rack next to the sink.”

“Thanks, man.”

Link nodded and returned to picking everything up. Alex got the water bottle and filled it up, watching the game for a little bit. Then he put the top on and made sure it was secure before he went to go back upstairs. However, Link saw him getting ready to go and stood up in front of him.

“Look, I'm glad that Jo was able to go to you for protection. I'm also kind of glad that the two of you are back together. Jo loves you a lot and she seems happy again, but that doesn't mean you're fully forgiven. If you ever hurt her, I won't stand by and let it happen again.”

“This time around I know better, and I'm not going to hurt Jo. I promised her this and I promise you too.”

“Yeah well, we all know how well you keep your promises,” Link said, sending him one last glare before returning to the couch and letting Alex go back upstairs.

Alex knew that was true and he secretly wondered if Jo worried he would break his promise again. However, he hoped that his actions proved his devotion to her. He went back to the bedroom and handed the water bottle to Jo as she smiled and took a few sips of water. After he finished stripping down to his undershirt and boxers, Jo held open the covers for him and he slipped under them. Alex laid on his back and stared up at the ceiling as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in. Jo let out a sigh and smiled again as she laid her head on his chest.

With Jo in his arms, back in Seattle, it felt kinda like home. He fell asleep with this feeling of home inside his heart. Even though half of his heart, the twins, were still in Kansas. They would be here soon enough and his heart will be whole.

#jo wilson #alex karev #grey's anatomy #jolex #luna wilson #izzie stevens #eli stevens #alexis stevens #atticus lincoln #otp: home and heart #grey's anatomy fanfic #my work #my writing #my fanfiction #SISUOYD

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writeroutoftime · 1 year

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Hello!! ❤ For the Valentine's blurbs ~ Can I please request prompt 1. "After all...I'm just a girl, standing in front of boy, asking him to love her." for either Steve Harrington or Andrew!Peter Parker x female reader, plesse? Thank you SO much for your beautiful writing! ❤

HI there, lovely! Honestly, this is one of my favorite quotes on the list and love both of those men, so this will be a fun one to write! Thanks for sending this my way and for your sweet comment, it really made my day!! 🥰

if you want to request a Valentine’s Day blurb, check out this post

#ask #lovely anon

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thefitfulfire · 2 years

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I'm so tired.

Tired of caring. Tired of trying to plesse people. Tired of myself.

I am exhausted by attempting to grasp why I will never be enough for the one person who was supposed to love me the best. Who was supposed to be there for me, support me, guide me. I will -never- be good enough for her. Never make the right choices, never love the right people. Who I am is not enough.

She's too busy being emotionally beaten by her own mother, greedily seeking affirmation and sympathy from everyone and giving none of her own. She is willfully blind to how her behaviors mirror her mother's, yet continually demands a selfish level of "respect" because I am the child and she is the mother and it'll never change.

She had to get affirmation from the priest that letting me and my wife wouldn't be a sin in the eyes of God, because she's "already lost touch with one daughter, she would hate to throw me out on the street".

My own mother.

I wish to the gods it didn't hurt the way it does. But it hurts so much. And no one understands.

I can't afford to leave, but I must. For my sanity, for my marriage. I have no prospects and hardly any money. Sometimes I really do wish I was dead.

#anxiety #depression #suicidal thoughts #family trauma

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theman-and-themachine · 2 days

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Vanny thoughts??

I luv her. Obbessed with this gif also. Mesmerizing.

I think vanessa is just some fucking dork. I dont think shes a computer Genius but she does know like fucking. Basic coding languages and like ffmpeg or some shit. I think shes a linux user.

I do think she learns very fast tho, Especially when somethings to her advantage. and has had constant knack since childhood of reverse engineering shit to her advantage. Boy who figures out how to hack shitty multiple choice test reader in school to Girl who is hacking massive robot ais and uncovering classified documents(specifically fazbear related shit. Which is probably more strongly hidden than some goverment documents.).

I think she has ocd and i have a couple of projecting headcanons that i will never delve into.

I THINK VANNY, FURRY BUNNYSUIT VANNY, ID HAVING A GRAND OL TIME. Reduced inhibition or some sort of mind altering shit, im not sure of. While in furry mode, i think vannessa is having the best time of her life. I do think she probably has one of the highest kill count(and kill count by proxy??) In the fnaf universe. To be honest. Which is great i hope shes having fun. Id let her [ABSURDLY LONG BLEEP]

BUT. Also. She leaves Vanny mode and has the worst time of her goddamn life. Being riddled with guilt and panic but this time its ACTUAL ACTIONS YOU TOOK instead of just fears. Idk. Idk. Vanny is ocd horror . To me.

ANYWAYS UHHH Meta-thoughts, im so mad about security breach vanessa. The trailer vs. Actual game. God. Shes such a cool idea and cool charavter design (to me.) But. Man.

I like what they did in the movie with her, i think its the best possible thing they couldve done with their sort of condensed story. IM SO GLAD SHES AN IRRATIONAL FUCKING LOOSER. i love movie vanessa so much. I love that tiny ass jpegbof her smiling like :D. She geniunely makes me so happy. AND BY GOD SHE BETTER BECOME A FUCKING RABBIT. BLUM HOUSR PLEASR MAKE HER S FURRY PLEASE PLESSE PLEASE PLEASE.

BUT also, games vanessa and movie vanessa are very different characters in my mind. I love them both tho. Mwa mwa.

I think the suit was made like that because vanessa refused to buy more fabric than she needed to, so vanny+glitchtrap just sort of found scraps and did it themselves. BUT it could also be from damage and repairs, from victims fighting back.... which is a very fun idea that i'll need to think about more.

I DOO, though, think the pawpads were 100% vanessa's idea(that bill is.pissed about). They have little metal conductive whatever, the stuff gloves have, so she's able to use touchscreens with the suit on.

Uhhh i think vanny smells. I think vanny smells like CarpetSamples (exaggeration). I dont think that thing is getting washed more than it needs to be. Crust pants of a fursuit. (This adds to the appeal)

Im scrolling back up to watcg her little dance. Look at how happy she is. VANNY IS HAVING THE TIME OF HER LIFE.

Im gonna post this for now but i.might reblog and add more... and you can send more questions if you wish. I love questions

#dottxt

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isekaisyouwithmyforearmlaser · 1 year

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i want to talk to someone so bad i feel so bad about it though i just got out of a hospitalization Nd im on leave from work vause im on new meds stabilizing and i still want to KILL MY SELF i just have to cope w it because im taking guardianship of my little sister becaude my mother is a child but also not really but also i am her parent and im just so tired and i also have to catch up on classes and i am truing to stay positive and tell myself yes people love me. yes people care. yes i habe friends. yes i have family. but the teuth is i feel very alone. and myvfriends are uncomfortbal around me i think. and i push peopld away or i talk to much or i cling. and i have a mom but she is not my mom. and i have a dad but he is not my dad. and i have a brother but he is not mu brother. and im teying not to be mad but my brain is being weird. and i love my sister and i will always put myself first but i am so mad because i see myself. and im crying out to myself asking why did you do it? why did you let devin die? why did you let mom hurt like that? why did you let him touch you? why did you let your brother touch you? when you were a child and when you were a teen their faces change but theyre the same evil person and people. why are you hurt. wyy are you hurt and where are your parents. and i dont have any. and neither does my sister. my sister is not me but she is. all she has is me who she loves so dearly her weird brother something thing. and i try so hard but i am so afraid. of her being hurt. she didnt kill devin. she didnt do any of that. things happen naturally. it can be me but not her. pelsse plesse please please im so scared

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a-court-of-messy-break-ups · 2 years

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#nesta #acosf #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian #stan nesta #nesta deserves better #nesta stan #i love her so much plesse #acotar #fuck acosf cassian istg #no one can fix her she can do that by herself #looking at you r/hysand #acotar memes #anti acosf

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magsamaire · 6 years

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When the litter box is getting cleaned

#i jusy #i love her so much plesse look at my cat

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kirozai · 2 years

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Hello! If you dont mind, what do you think the archons and traveler will do when they found the god!reader outfit? Will they keep it for themself? Or try to wear it?

Please leave this if you dont want to, have a nice day and plesse take care of yourself!

hmmmmm lets see yes….. mwhahahah

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beautiful.

obsessive worshiping, genshin cult, cult, religion themes, self aware, soft yandere theme.

zhongli

he would never ever touch your things without asking. he is a respectful person and unless with your permission, the farthest he will go is organizing it to make it clean. ( im looking at you mui) he most likely wont fit in your clothing. unless your like… 190 cms.. i doubt you are, i mean if you are then if you want him to wear your clothing then he’ll try it out! depending on what your clothing is, for example maybe its cultural hed love to find out your culture and learn about. ( respectful acolyte friend) other than that i dont see him doing much other then cleaning it or ignoring it.

baal

baal is quite similar to zhongli except she wants to know how you got it. “its a very incredible piece of art” she’ll always say, even though its just clothing. if your into lolita fashion she adores it! more masculine type of clothing? great! lets see mommy baal in masc clothes! or maybe even androgynous! i cant thunk of any fashion on the top of my head but lets just say she rocks any type of fashion you like! she likes giving you colors from her own nation to wear around (respectfully ofc) so thats about it from baal!

venti

venti will steal your clothing. hoodies, dresses, pants, coats, bags, anything he can get his hands on! he loves loves loves wearing your clothing! adores the way it feels on him and it makes him feel closer to you! hell, he might even give you some of his own clothing to wear!! i mean anything you want! he likes to put his hat on you because he says it looks cute/handsome on you! venti is like uhhh a raccoon. he takes your stuff doesnt give it back and gives you his stuff in return for your stuff. its like a business transaction.

aether

aether loves truing out new clothing. especially yours! hes tried liyue, inazuma, and monstadt’s clothing before. and your from another world as well! so he wants to see the diffrence of yours and his clothing! maybe you like techwear and compare your clothing to his! your clothes are much darker and convenient when adventuring. or maybe you like aesthetic type of clothing! he loves the designs and aesthetics! or maybe you like coords and lolita fashion! he always complements your outfit whenever you see him! he loves wearing your clothing as well! unlike venti though he actually asks

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yayyy! 2 post in one day! can i do three??

thank you anon for your request !

kirozai out

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#genshin self aware #genshin baal #genshin ei #self awareness #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #oneshots #soft yandere #genshin zhongli #zhongli #venti #genshin venti #ei #baal #clothes #omgbaalplsmarrhme

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reidscanehand · 2 years

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Re-Lighting

RCH 3K Celebration

Based on the song “Burn Out” by Isabel Pless

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAUfem!Reader

Category: Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

TW: burn out, exhaustion, mentions of victim’s deaths in typical CM cases, body dysmorphia, mentions of Spencer��s drug addiction and his deep-rooted insecurity because of it, mentions of Diana Reid’s schizophrenia, cursing

I was so thrilled to receive an anonymous request for another Isabel Pless song! I love her stuff and I was so excited that someone else feels the same way. Thank you so much to the anon who requested this and I hope you all like it! xx

Flashback to skipping my classes And pacing my floor I loved a blonde boy in high school But not anymore Now I plan out my life with every guy in the grocery store Who looks my age Or looks my way

He didn’t mean to notice, but he notices everything she does, so it’s hardly shocking that when she starts wearing baggier clothing, starts hunching over and trying to hide herself away - folding her legs more, crossing her legs, folding herself to be smaller and smaller - Spencer notices.

Or, rather, he’s sure everyone notices (they are the some of the best profilers in the world), but he feels like he can’t let it go on. He also notices that she’s stopped eating in front of the team. When food is brought in on cases, she takes it to another room or doesn’t eat at all. At one point he leaves the office during the day for a doctor’s appointment and sees her eating lunch in her car. It’s worse when Penelope has them all over for dinner. She arrives late (on purpose, he’s pretty sure) and claims she’s already eaten, though he notices her looking hungrily at the food Penelope provided.

And he wouldn’t say anything. He wouldn’t say anything if he didn’t care about her. But he does. He cares about her so much that it becomes impossible to keep his mouth shut about it.

“Y/N?” he finally asks one day.

“Hmm?” she responds, not looking at him. This last case had been absolutely exhausting and filling out the case reports turns out to be no walk in the park either. It’s taken him longer than it usually would, but that means everyone else is barely getting through their reports. Y/N’s taking even longer, if that’s possible. It’s because she can’t seem to get comfortable in her seat.

“Are you okay?”

Her head snaps to attention, eyes meeting his, slightly too wide and horrified for it to be nonchalant.

“Yes,” she manages to say, tightly. “Why do you ask?”

“You just...you look uncomfortable,” he almost whispers. No one else is watching them, all too involved in their work to care. Plus, Spencer flirting (or, really, attempting to flirt) with Y/N is hardly news at this point.

“I’m not,” she answers sharply. She gets up and goes into the kitchnette. He waits a moment, knowing that he probably shouldn’t make it too obvious that he’s following her. Should he even follow her at all?

“If you don’t get in there and fix whatever you messed up,” Penelope warns in a harsh whisper, walking past him suddenly, “I’ll make it even more impossible for you to use your computer than it already is.”

He jumped up at that, more worried about the fact that he’d messed up something with her than Penelope’s warning - though anything that would make it harder than it already is for him to simply answer emails is worth looking into.

Spencer finds her standing in the middle of the kitchenette, staring idly out the small window at the end of the tiny space.

“Y/N,” he whispers, “I didn’t mean to-”

“How much do you know?” she asks suddenly, not looking at him. For a moment, he considers lying. He considers telling her that he simply misspoke and just thought she looked tired and wanted to offer to do some of her paperwork. But no, he can’t lie to her. He doesn’t want to.

And I smoke out the window When my parents are home Leave a light on at night if I'm sleeping alone And my mailbox is full But no one calls my phone anyway

“You’ve not been eating in front of anyone. You’ve been exhausted. You’ve been wearing baggier clothes. You’ve been trying to make yourself...sm-smaller,” he finally manages to say.

Y/N sighs deeply, finally turning to face him. A few tears have run down her cheeks, “Guess it was too much to hope that the best profilers I know wouldn’t notice, huh?”

“Y/N, I-”

“Spencer,” she cuts him off, “I’m fine. Just a bit tired, is all. This last case-”

“Bullshit,” he hears himself say suddenly. He’s sure he looks just surprised as she does at his sudden outburst. “You’re-you’re not...you’re not exhausted because of the last case.”

“Spencer, that man died-”

“Yes, it was awful, I know; I was there too,” he says, his tone and words still as surprising to his own ears as they are to hers. “But that’s not what’s going on with you and we both know it.”

Her eyes are wide and filling with tears that he can tell she’s trying to hold back.

“Y/N-Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to...I didn’t mean to snap at you like that,” he whispers. Spencer steps forward, opening his arms to wrap around her. He hesitates, worried he’s overstepped, but to his astonishment, she steps into him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her face into his chest. Small, but present tears begin to shudder through her body.

“Y/N,” he whispers, pulling her impossibly closer into his chest.

Think I burned out awhile ago Maybe I'll re-light one day

“I’ve had body dysmorphia since I was a teenager,” she explains quietly. “And I’m just...I’m just so tired.”

“What do you mean?” he asks into her hair, still holding her close.

“It’s just,” she sighs so deeply that he can feel it before he hears it, “between work and...and...other life stuff and this I’m just so...so-”

“I think you’re just a bit burnt out, Y/N,” Spencer whispers softly. She snuggles deeper into his chest just a moment later.

“I think you’re right,” she replies quietly. They stand like that for quite a while, miraculously undisturbed by the rest of the team. She eventually sighs again, to which he rubs his hand over her head.

“Spencer?” she asks quietly.

“Yes?” he replies, only just resisting the urge to tack on a term of endearment.

“Do you think I’ll ever...not be burnt out again?”

He chuckles slightly at that. She pulls away and looks up at him in surprise, “Why are you laughing at me?”

“I’m not laughing at you, sweetheart,” he replies, not even minding the endearment. “I’m laughing because you’re the brightest person I’ve ever met. You practically emulate sunshine.”

“So what does that-”

“What I mean to say,” he quickly amends, pulling her even closer, “is that even the sun is dim from time to time, but it always comes back, just as bright.”

The smile Spencer receives at that comment warms his soul more than any sunshine ever could.

So I take shit from the people Who talk to me like I'm ten What if I write a good song Then never do it again? Every time that I think I'll snap I just bend into place Will I ever break?

She didn’t mean to notice, but she notices everything he does, so it’s hardly shocking that when he starts fidgeting more, taking far longer to read things than he normally would, and sharing less and less facts with the team, Y/N notices.

Or, rather, she’s sure everyone notices (they are the some of the best profilers in the world), but she feels like he can’t let it go on. She also notices that, even when it’s just the two of them hanging out at either of their apartments - a recent, but exceptional addition to her daily life - he talks less in general, sits further and further away from her.

And she wouldn’t say anything. She wouldn’t say anything if she didn’t care about him. But she does. She cares about him so much that it becomes impossible to keep her mouth shut about it.

“Spence?” she asks, practically feeling the question boiling just below the surface.

“Hmm?” he hums in response. She looks over at him, a fair bit away from her, perched on the furthest side of his couch away from her while she’s sat in the armchair. She brought over a new edition of Edith Wharton’s ghost stories, hoping his interest in the book would give her an excuse to bring up her worries. What she didn’t expect was for Spencer to take fifteen minutes to read the introduction, leading to a silence far longer than she anticipated. But she still has to ask.

“Are you okay?”

Spencer’s head snaps up from the book, eyes immediately meeting hers, “Yes. Why?”

The curtness of his reply only serves to make her more uncomfortable.

“It’s just that lately...lately you’ve been...different,” she explains quietly.

“No I haven’t,” he replies far too quickly, his voice tight and crisp.

“Yes,” she argues, “you have.”

“Oh, really?” he fights back, already too defensive. “How so?”

“You, well you-” she sighs, annoyed at her own reticence. For a moment, she considers lying. She considers telling him that she simply misspoke and just thought he looked tired and meant to offer to leave so he could get some rest. But no, she can’t lie to him. She doesn’t want to.

I take back roads to work to avoid the left turns Leave my old friends on read When they say they're concerned Only listen to songs where I know all the words by heart

“You’ve been quieter, more wound-up on cases, you look exhausted, you’re reading slower, and you’re so...so distant.”

She finishes speaking and meets his eyes again. He looks ashamed.

“Spencer,” she whispers, “I’m not trying to make you upset.” She stands slowly and moves to the couch, sitting on the other seat, but closing the space slightly. “I’m just worried about you.”

“I don’t deserve your worry, Y/N,” he rasps, clearly trying not to cry.

“Of course you do-”

“No,” he almost snaps, tears now freely falling down his face. “No, I don’t.”

“Spencer,” she whispers, trying to reason with him gently, “why do you-”

“Do you know why I was able to talk to that teen unsub on that case in Denver?” he asks abruptly cutting her off. “Hmm? Do you know? I know you do.”

“Because...” she trails off, confused at his tone, “because you’re good at your job?”

“I wish that was why,” he bites out, tears still falling. “No, it’s because he got addicted to painkillers. And guess what? I was a junkie, too. No better than a fucking unsub. Still could be one, probably-”

“Spencer-” she tries to cut him off, but he’s still going, talking himself into a horrible whirlwind of self-hatred.

“I deserve to feel like this. I deserve to be despised and hated and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she cuts him off, but it’s almost unnecessary as his own sobs cut him off. She throws her arms around him out of impulse, almost pulling away, but his arms are wrapped around her before she can move.

“Spencer,” she whispers into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

Think I burned out awhile ago So where's my fresh start?

He cries for a while and she lets him, rubbing his back and combing her fingers through his hair. His tears finally die out. She thinks he’s fallen asleep, but he sighs into her shoulder.

“My mom isn’t doing well,” Spencer suddenly whispers. “And then work’s just been...hard since Denver. It’s hard to c-cope...relating to a serial killer.”

“Spencer,” Y/N says gently, “you know that...that that’s part of what makes you so incredible at this job, right? Not that you relate to them, but because you allow yourself to feel empathy for them? To recognize all of the elements of their situations?”

“That’s...that’s very generous of you,” he says after a moment.

“It’s just the truth,” she corrects him. “And I’m so sorry about your mom.”

“It’s...it’s okay,” he breathes into her. “The schizophrenia is just...it just is what it is.”

“Spencer,” Y/N whispers, running her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. “You’re allowed to be upset about stuff like that. Holding all that in...I can’t even imagine....” she trails off in deep though for a moment before saying, “I think you’re a bit burnt out, Spence.”

“I think you’re right, Y/N,” he whispers after a moment’s pause. He tightens his grip around her waist and they sit in the quiet of his apartment, their heartbeats aligning.

“Y/N?” he asks quietly.

“Yes, Spencer?” she replies just as softly.

“Do you think I’ll ever not be burnt out again?” His words so vastly resemble her own from all those months ago that she almost laughs, just as Spencer had then.

“Of course you will, Spence,” she assures him. “You’re the strongest person I know.”

The smile she receives at that comment makes her heart beat stronger than it ever has.

Oh, oh And I zone out completely while watching TV Time slips through my hands Barely touches me I can't picture myself past the age of 33 And I go through the motions And movements alone Leave a light on at night Just in case you come home Clear my mailbox for you But you don't call my phone anyway

Thankfully, it doesn’t take either of them too long to realize that their mutual burn out was so easily cured by not rest or a break, but by each other. They seek each other out for comfort and support before the dam finally breaks. It’s unclear who is responsible to this day, but one kisses the other and the other kisses back. They’ve been in love the whole time, after all, an emotion so overwhelming that their exhaustion in trying to hide it or fight it in any way is entirely understandable.

But the smiles they share when their love is realized are the strongest and brightest they’ve ever been.

Think I burned out awhile ago Maybe I'll re-light one day

“God,” Rossi sighs to himself from the other end of the jet. “They’re almost sickeningly in love, you know?”

The rest of the team looks down to the jet’s sofa where Spencer and Y/N are giggling over a book of poetry, hearts practically in their eyes when they look at each other.

“I’ll admit it,” Emily says, “it’s a little sickening, but nice to see.”

“It’s not sickening in the slightest,” Hotch disagrees quietly, looking down at the couple in question.

“What do you mean, Hotch?” asks JJ.

“I know what you mean, Boss Man,” Derek chuckles. Emily, Rossi, and JJ look at the two men in confusion, but Derek and Hotch merely share a glance before looking back at the young couple.

The three confused agents look too, as hard as they can.

“Oh,” JJ says quietly, speaking for all three as they finally see it. Y/N and Spencer are so deeply and obviously in love that they’re practically glowing.

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