#if i eat any more of the food in my fridge i'm going to freak out bc i'm normal neurotypical and well adjusted thank you for asking

[mashmouths]

i'm going to taco bell does anyone want anything

[ginax0916]

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏.𝟕𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

*𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐧𝐨 𝐉𝐞𝐝𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐥*

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Y/N POV:

"Y/n I'm home! I brought some food too!" My brother Jack yells from downstairs.

"Ok I'll be down in a sec!" I answer back.

I exit out of Netflix and close my laptop setting it on my bedside table. I put on some slippers and a hoodie as I go downstairs. I see my older brother Jack setting food on the table and walk straight to him.

"How was football practice?" I ask as I sit down next to him talking a sip of water.

"It was alright, Anakin wasn't there today so it was boring honestly" Jack frowns while taking a bite out of his food. I simply nod in response and continue to eat.

Don't get me started on Anakin though. He's been my brothers friend since elementary school. And oh boy he's so handsome. He's tall, has fluffy golden hair, ocean blue eyes, strong and so much more. He's basically the dream description of a guy. He's also only one year older since I'm only a year younger than my brother, which really isn't so bad. He stays over a lot so him and I are friends as well. He's just so good looking it makes me mad. He comes over practically everyday and he just makes me so damn nervous sometimes.

"Are you even fucking listening to me y/n?" Jack exclaimed.

"No I'm sorry what'd you say?"

"I said that Anakin just texted me asking if he can sleepover for the weekend because his parents are gonna be out of town. I was asking you if you're ok with it" he asked.

"Oh yea I don't mind" I smile at him, but truth is I do mind. Obviously I'm not gonna tell my brother that because he's gonna ask why and I'm not going to tell him I have a crush on his hot friend. But I really can't avoid him, he's always with my brother.

"Are you sure? You don't seem too convinced" jack questioned.

"Yes it's fine I promise, he's fun to be around anyway" I say back.

"Alright I'm gonna go call him then" and with that he disappeared into his room leaving me alone in the kitchen.

𖢻𐮚᯽𐮚𖢻

It's now Friday, Anakin is supposed to come over today after school to stay over for the weekend. I'm pretty much freaking out and I honestly don't know why. I've been around Anakin so many times plus he's slept over countless times. Although I haven't seen him in over a month since he's been pretty busy that might be why.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the doorbell ringing.

"It's Anakin open the the door please y/n!" Jack yelled.

"Ok ok calm down I'm going" I yelled back.

I swung the door open and oh fuck. It's only been a month and he seems taller and stronger too. His hair got longer as well and he just looks different. But in a good way.

"Hey Anakin" I smiled stepping aside to let him in.

"Hey y/n" he smiled back.

He set his stuff down on one of the kitchen chairs and turned to look at me. An awkward silence filling the room.

"Uh jack should be down any second" I smiled awkwardly.

"It's fine don't worry" he laughed. 

Again the awkward silence. Where the fuck is Jack?

"Hi sorry I was in the bathroom. What's up dude" Jack dabbed Anakin up.

I walked to the other side of the counter and grabbed a soda from the fridge while they were both doing their little catch up talk. But as I sipped from the soda I couldn't help but stare at Anakin.  He was wearing grey sweatpants and a black hoodie. He looks so good just standing there. He's resting his hand on the counter so you can see all his veins defining his hand. Fuck I shouldn't be thinking like this he's my brothers best friend. But I can't help it I mean who wouldn't fall for him?

I didn't even realize for how long I had been staring at him until he turned to me.

"You ok n/n?" He chuckled.

(n/n = nick name)

"Uh yea I'm fine" I said back feeling my cheeks burn red I quickly looked away hoping neither of them noticed. I'm pretty sure they did though. At least Anakin probably did.

"Alright we'll be in my room if you need anything." Jack said as they walked away.

I hummed in response as I sat down in the living room couch. But when I looked up I was met with Anakins gaze looking at me from over his shoulder as he followed Jack up the stairs. I blushed and slightly smiled, he smirked in response.

What is this man doing to me.

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It's almost 3 am right now and I can't fucking sleep. I've been tossing and turning for hours and I can't fall asleep. I've tried everything like counting sheep, reading, going on my phone, even listing to white noise but nothing is working. So now I've just decided to go downstairs and get something to drink.

I opened the door to my room and heard some noise downstairs as I walked down the stairs. I'm not thinking much of it though could just be the wind or some shit. I make my way to the kitchen and open the fridge. I decide on just an ice cold water. I close the fridge and jump back in fear when I'm met with Anakin standing there looking at me.

"Hey hey calm down it's just me" Anakin slowly says as he steps closer to me.

"Fuck don't do that you scared me" I say back shaking a bit.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to" he laughs.

I laughed at him taking a sip of the water and setting it down on the counter next to me. He stared intensely at me, his gaze making me nervous. I couldn't take it anymore so I turned around. 

"Don't look at me like that" I giggled, my cheeks tinted pink.

"Look at you like what?" He grabbed my waist and turned me around so I was facing him again, making butterflies erupt in my stomach. I didn't respond though I was too nervous to even breathe.

"Hmm? Come on answer me" Anakin gently spoke as his hands still rested on my hips.

"I don't know how to explain it" I said very quietly looking down to the ground unable to hold eye contact with him.

"It's funny when you get all shy and nervous" He laughed quietly as he gently grabbed my chin making me look at him again.

I simply smiled at him while looking into his beautiful eyes that glowed with the little light that there was. I then reached my hands up to play with his soft hair which had gotten so much softer.

"Your hair got longer" I quietly said being careful not to wake up my brother.

"It did yea, should I cut it?" Anakin asked as  he stared into my eyes.

"No don't I like it" I entangled my fingers into his hair rubbing his scalp making him close his eyes and ease into my touch.

"Does that feel good?" I laughed teasing him. 

"Shut up" Anakin smiled.

Anakin pulled me closer to him by my hips and held me closer. My hands still playing with his hair. I looked into his eyes, then down to his lips unable to keep my eyes off of him. His lips look so soft and pink and fuck I just want to kiss him.

We inch closer and closer together. Anakin thinks I didn't notice but he's been staring at my lips the whole time too. I have to kiss him I have to. It's not that I want to anymore it's that I need to. So fuck it.

I lean in crashing my lips against his. Chills go up my back as adrenaline rushes through my body and the butterflies in my stomach go crazy. Anakin immediately kisses back cupping one side of my face with his big hand. I also move of my hands that was in his hair to cup his cheek rubbing his cheekbone while doing so.

Anakins POV:

She finally kissed me. I've been waiting for this moment for so damn long. I've just never had the courage to do it myself.

Our lips moved in sync, connecting with each other like puzzle pieces. She currently had one of her hands cupping my cheek and the other was rubbing my head which felt so fucking good. I had one of my hands on her hip and the other on the side of her face too. But I could feel her knees wanting to give out on her any second since she was leaning most of her weight onto me.

"Jump" I mumbled as I brought both my hands down to her ass giving it a small squeeze indicating her to jump. And so she did, then continuing to make out with me.

She straddled my waist with her arms wrapped around my neck. I carried her to the couch and sat down with her still straddling me. Y/n then looked up at me resting her forehead on mine, her pretty eyes staring right into mine.

"I can't believe we did that" she quietly laughed.

"I liked it though" I said back unsure of what she would respond.

"I did too" she smiled.

She yawned and I kissed her cheek and hugged her while smiling. Y/n hid her face in the crook of my neck getting comfortable in my embrace. I kissed her temple and rubbed soft circles on her back.

"What if my brother finds us here?" Y/n asked nervously, still laying on my chest.

"Don't worry about that right now ok? We'll figure it out" I softly said while playing with her hair.

Y/N POV:

"Don't worry about that right now ok? We'll figure it out" Anakin said while playing my hair.

I simple nodded in response and lifted my head up to peck him on the lips. He smiled into the kiss making those butterflies in my stomach go crazy again. I then got off from on top him and instead cuddled into his side, my head on his chest and my arms wrapped around his body. Anakin pulled me closer to him and rested his cheek on my head.

And with that I fell asleep cuddling with my brothers best friend.

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A/N: idk how I feel about this one honestly I feel like it was too boring :/

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Baby gazing part 2 The weekend

Just fluff mentions of pregnancy, babies brief mention of changing diapers and some good-old nature fooling 18+ just incase . Chris wvans as a father if that's a warning Comments Welcome and reblogs welcome to not repost translate or publish anywhere

Part 1 here

With our little one on my hip I poke Chris awake with one foot.

He groans

But the minute she giggles his head pops up

"Is that a giggle my little Oh come to daddy:

He holds his hands open then its like he sees her on my hip and freaks instantly so:

"You shouldn't he hold her like that give her to me, come on."

"Chris I-"

"Give her to me and you sit relax."

"Chris I have to chang-"

"I'll change her you sit there relax I'll bring her back to be fed then ill make us breakfast. just relax"

"No buts I got her baby." He kisses me on the forehead

"Ok."

"You ready to get changed all cleaned up baby? yea we gunna dress you cutie hu? ill put you in a cap. shirt." He bounced her as he walked out of the room.

Why argue when he wants to do everything? I could get used to this again. He hasn't been like this since the first few weeks after bringing her home but to be fair we are both sleep deprived and now were gunna be more so because- shit I had to make sure things were ready for Miles. But they won't be here till 2. Though ah no worries its easy just an extra.

Baby we'll tag team.

Chris comes back in with her and while I. Ferdinand her he comes back with a huge breakfast.

Did the fridge break or something.

"No I just wanted to make sure we had enough food here. It's not just you, you have to worry about."

He wrapped his arms around me and then petted her on the head she looked up at him and then smiled as much as she could. Which is unusual as she doesn't like to be disturbed when she is eatting.

So much fruit and sweets my brian is wanting the sweets but the baby- God she'll be too hyper with sugar from the fruit. Maybe some will be ok.

When she was done Chris took her back

Chris wa-

Let me hold her

Chris

Babe no I'm holding my baby

"She's my baby too" I pouted

"You always hold her let me"

"I want to"

"No, please babe," he gave me this sad woe is me look.

"Fine fine but if she has to be changed."

"I'll be all over it."

"Oh you will?" I thought." I've been eating broccoli the past two days and boy is Chris in for a surprise.

She kept reaching for me but Chris said no she tried to crawl but nope daddy dragged her back to his side. He had 2 girls who aren't happy right now. Both of us pouting and fo once I wasn't going to try and make her laugh she has good reason to pout- daddy has to learn.

He insited on putting her down for her nap and me taking a nap- who was I to argue with that. Ill take any nap. Then the glass alarm woke me up leaving me to wonder what he did to our guard-baby now....Then he came running in with her

"Ok it's ok see look mommy is right there" he came standing right next to the bed but wouldn't give me her. I'm wondering where the tissue box is so I can knock him over the with it then she had screamed so loud and high

"Here here here's mommy" he has never handed me the baby so fast in her life. The second I brought her to me she quieted down.

"I hope your happy your made your baby girl cry."

"I wasn't trying to I just-"

"It doesn't matter"

"But I"

"right now she wants her mommy all day she's been wanting her mommy"

"Honey but... look Let's just lets all lay down ok."

"Ok"

Then He slid his hand to support her belly and her and was able to move her enough to that a lot of her weight was on him and not me. I still didn't get it but hey he wants her butt in his face let it

He he was rubbing her butt, which is also his way of checking her diaper, then she shot him a dirty look and shuffled towards me more ans layed her head down on my chest. Her favorite pillow. I couldn't help but laugh.

Not like that I smacked his shoulder

But the rest of this day he was going crazy not letting me get up. I had to sneak to make sure we had stuff for Miles.

"What are you doing"

I jumped hearing Chris voice behind me hold our baby who had reached for me but Chris put her arms down.

"Chris what are you doing? Give me my baby!"

"No you're supposed to be resting-"

"Christopher Robert Evans I swear-"

The door bell rings. Great it's gotta be Jamie and Kyle and Miles.

"This is not finished" I point. pushing past him and walking to the door.

"No honey whose here? you shouldn't be around people its flu season." He comes after me.

"Hey guys"

Miles reached out for me.

"Hi Miles,"

"Someone got an admirier" Jamie said handing him to me

"Who wants a baby biscuit?"

His face lights up. This is going to be an easy weekend.

Nah I just give him cookies. I found it works on dogs and men. Uh that's not what I meant," I chuckled

"Babe no what are you doing?"

he tries to take Miles from me.

"Chris stop what are you doing"

"You shouldn't be holding him"

" What come on."

"Fine gime me her-"

"No."

"Chris we have company "I say through my strained teeth.

"But you still shouldn't be holding him. Think of the baby."

They look at me.

I shrug my shoulders. I

"fine but put her down please."

"Its fine I can handle two. i'll have to get used to it anyway."

Kyle and Jamie give me a look my shoulder goes up and down. I'm completely lost.

"Alright its just the weekend."

"Exactly"

"Ok he is expecting a baby biscuit it is in the pantry ill get it"

"No you sit I don't want you straining"

"Chris"

"Go"

"Ok ok"

Chris puts both of the babies down in the play pen and then to go get then thier cookies.

"Come on you guys sorry about him I wish I had an excuse he's just acting nutty today."

"You guys want coffee" He yells from the kitchen. They both nodd thier heads.

I reply "3 coffees"

"Nice try"

"That man is pushing me right now. I'm allowed the odd coffee while breast feeding and right now I need it or he'll need a new place to live. He driving me nuts Won't let me hold her at all."

"Are you- He's acting like you're pregnant again"

"Oh you have no clue I mean the breakfast me made it was so huge and -oh god."

"You aren't"

"No no I made a joke last night I totally forgot it was about watching miles that we'd have 2 babies in the house I made a joke hed have less than 9 months who knew he'd not realize this morning we have everything ready for miles I swear just-Wait a minute this could work."

They look at me

"I get a weekend off and Chris plays daddy for two babies oh this would really work. You think I can pull this off all weekend?"

"Oh yes," Jamie nods "You have to for women everywhere."

Chris comes back in to give the babies their cookies in the pen and then returns,

"two coffees and a non caffeeinated slightly sweetend ice tea for you."

He sits down and puts one hand on my stomach. Yep he thinks I'm pregnant.....

This is going to be a fun weekend.

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@nana1000night @sapphire-rogers @sparklybarbarianninja @patzammit @coltrainbat @hawkeyes-queen

[itsscromp]

Venom x reader platonic

Hey Hey again. The first headcanon I ever posted is officially my number one top post, The love it has received means the absolute world to me. so you guys deserve a full story. I bring forth the epic bromance between y/n and venom. enjoy :) word count:1.8k

Could your life get any worse than this? Not only were your bills racking up like folded laundry.

"I'm sorry y/n but because of budget constraints we can't keep holding staff, so I sadly am gonna have to let you go."

"What... no you can't, my rent just went up. Just put me in a different position, I don't care if it pays less, I need this job !!." You were on the verge of tears.

"I encourage you to file for unemployment payments. This decision wasn't taken lightly. You were one of our best..."

'Save it." You stormed off, packing your things and heading home, not even saying goodbye to your co-workers. Why... out of all the people they could've let go, it had to be you. Fucking great.

Heading home, you burst into tears, the amount of stress has been building up and it's reached boiling point. You couldn't hold it in any longer. After having a good cry for a while, you felt drained. Physically and mentally exhausted. You didn't want to do anything else. So the only thing you wanted to do was sleep. Walking into your bedroom and changing into your pyjama's you climbed into bed. Hoping to god it was just a dream. You tossed and turned, realising the power company cut you off cause you missed the deadline. so now your fan wasn't running, It was 85 degrees outside on a summers night.

"Fucking even more great"

You went over to your window and opened it just a smidge to let some cool air in. It worked, for now, tomorrow you'll move your butt to social services and file for unemployment until you find another job. Climbing back into bed, you didn't even bother wrapping yourself in a blanket, it'll be too warm. So you opted to just stay out of it.

As you slept though, a black goo-like being crawled its way into your window, it crawled its way over, climbing up onto your bed and then onto you, seeping through your flesh, disappearing inside your body. This didn't bother you as you only just rolled over in your sleep.

The next morning you still felt drained, But you had to head down to social services and file for unemployment. getting dressed and making coffee, you suddenly felt like you hadn't eaten anything in ages, so you reached into your fridge. you realize that everything inside has gone off, no power no food.

"Oh come on..." And you also realize your kettle wasn't boiling too.

Skipping everything and throwing all your food out, you headed to social services and filed for unemployment. But the noises kept bothering you for some reason, It seemed too loud, the speaker calling out the ticket numbers. The babies crying. Some people yelling. It was almost too much.

"Ticket number A295, Please proceed to register 4"

The speaker called out and you shook what happened out of you and went over to the desk. Filing everything and were successful, they say your first payment should be received in 48 hours. So in the meantime, you have to make do with what you have. After which you headed to a food place and ordered breakfast.

"Hungry..." A voice called out, it sounded menacing. Looking around to find the voice you found nothing but just the people in line.

"Weird... You muttered to yourself, ordering your food you waited until the voice spoke up again.

"Food... sustenance... !!!!"

This was freaking you out by the minute. The waiter brought you your food and you devoured it, almost animalistic, you never acted like this before, it was just... so good. You had too stop when you saw people staring at you for how you were eating, plus also chewing loudly.

Going home, you sat there wondering what was happening, Vulnerable to loud noises. Even hungry, hell you even had an increased craving for chocolate, what the hell was going on !!!

"Y/n...." The voice called again.

"Who's there ??", Show yourself !!!"

Then the black goo appeared again, wreathing out of your body and revealing its face, it had no eyes, just white patches, and lipless and razor-sharp teeth. you were so scared you tripped on your coffee table almost falling to the floor but stopped midway, a tendril wreathed out of your back and stuck itself out on the floor before slowly rising you back to your feet.

"I got us." The creature spoke up

"What... what or who are you"

"I am venom, and you are mine"

What was this some kind of mind trick, you rubbed your eyes and looked again, no your mind wasn't playing tricks on you.

"You were that voice in my head"

"I can feel, see and hear everything you can, I can also read your thoughts."

You sat down on the couch trying to comprehend what was happening, First everything that just happened now your some host to an alien parasite.

"Parasite !!??"

"You read my thoughts, didn't you."

"I am not a parasite, you are..."

Then a bang on the door

"Where's that rent y/n !!!!"

Oh fuck your landlord, your 3 weeks overdue.

"Look I don't know how you got out but you need to go away"

"Very well..."

Venom then wreathed back inside your body as you went to the door and opened it.

"Look I'm sorry but I will have your rent in 2..." You felt a sharp pain as your landlord punched you to the floor, he reeked of wine.

"What the hell !!!"

"3 weeks y/n, you know what I do to people who are three weeks."

He was about to curb stomp you to new Year until you raised your hands and then it got covered in the goo. they looked larger and strong.

You then tossed him to the wall as you got up, the goo seeped back into your skin.

"What the hell was that !!"

This spooked your landlord way too much, he bolted for his life.

You kept trying to comprehend what happened.

"This is crazy"

'You haven't seen shit yet"

"What happened, why did my arms get covered in goo ??"

"I was protecting us, You are my host. it is my duty to protect you, we are bonded for life."

"So we're buddies ??"

"Something like that"

You felt the sting in your face from the punch and went to investigate in the mirror. but when you looked, you didn't even see your reflection, you saw venom. but it was slightly different. your saw his head but his body was large, very muscular and had veins all over.

"What the.." you gently touched your face as venom seemed to mimic the movements in the mirror. "This is weird."

"Like I said, you haven't seen shit"

Over time you continued to know venom, He is of an alien species called the symbiotes, who need an oxygen-breathing host to survive. Like you venom felt out of place and was a loser on his planet, you felt sorry for the poor thing.

"On my planet I was a loser, like you"

"Venom... I had no idea..."

His head wreathed out of your body.

"That was why I chose you as my host, you and I. We are not so different, But we together can be so much more."

There was even a point when venom decided to make breakfast for you.

"You know what always cheers me up in the morning y/n ?? sausages and brains"

You poured your orange juice just trying to enjoy the morning while venom had multiple tendrils out of your body, grabbing ingredients, chopping mushrooms and cooking the sausages. One tendril turned on the radio and started to sing along to the song.

"You say either, and I say eyether, you say neither, and I say nyther, Either. Eyether, Neither, Nyther. Let's call the whole thing off... OW OW Hot hot hot !!" He almost burnt himself as the pan caught fire and caused the smoke alarms to go off.

You moved to the table as Venom then pulled your chair towards it, he then started to massage your shoulder as he kept cooking in the background while also stretching his tendrils downstairs to get your mail.

"Cheer up old pal" He brought you your breakfast after finishing cooking it, Multiple breakfasts, eggs and toast, mixed with a milkshake and coffee and waffles

"Tada !!'

"This... looks delicious venom..." It looked barf inducing, but the fact he did this for you and the thought that counted, you started to smile.

"Ketchup ??"

"Sorry ??"

He squeezed the ketchup bottle too hard and it splattered all over your face.

"Oops"

But all in all, having venom changed your life for the better, it made you feel like you had a friend who could understand you and would always protect you.

You were on your way to Mrs Chen's to get Venom some chocolate and tater tots.

"Mixing it up today or the usual ??"

Hmmm what is that one with the golden filling that's delicious ??"

"That would be caramel venom"

"Then that"

But as you were looking for the caramel chocolate, Mrs Chen was getting robbed at gunpoint.

"Hurry up with the money Chen !!!" the thief demanded

"Is this it ??' venom spoke up, you told him before about bad guys and good guys when you were watching a movie, and it inspired venom to want to do the same thing. Even you as well.

"Yep"

As the thief continued to aim at Mrs Chen, the gun was knocked out of the thief's hand and was constrained by venoms tendril.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you"

As you walked over to the thief, Venom then wrapped around you, turning you into what you saw in the mirror. Tall large and muscular.

"You come in here again, in fact, you go anywhere in this city. Preying on innocent people, we will find you and we will eat both your arms and both your legs and then we will eat your face right off of your head. Do you understand ??"

The thief couldn't respond due to fear, he only muttered.

"No."

"Yes, so you will be this armless, legless, faceless thing won't you ??, rolling down the street. Like a turd in the wind."

"W..w..what the hell are you ??

Half of venoms face uncovered to reveal yours

"We are venom"

You smiled before venom covered your face again and then tossed the thief out the door and across the street, Mrs Chen mortified on what happened, looked at you as venom seeped back into your body.

"Oh...Umm, you see I have a parasite so... yeah, night Mrs Chen" with that you walked out

"Parasite !!, take that back immediately"

"Nah don't feel like it" you smirked

"Apologise !!!!"

"Ok ok I'm sorry buddy, I'm just teasing you"

"All is forgiven but of one thing.."

"What's that ??"

"You forgot the tater tots and chocolate"

A host to an alien, but it became the bestest friend possible, you two would achieve so much together. you knew it.

Taglist and fellow venom fan: @callofdudes

[neodoodles24]

Even while developing a way for Unum, Steno and Igneo to make their way home to Reyse, a question still rung in Kori's mind: what exactly is Unum?

Kori, with the help of Unum, runs tests to study Unum's biology, to see how they differ from an average Reyment. However, the results end up bringing about more questions than answers...

"Unum, do you remember when I ran all those tests on you?"

"Of course! Nothing like being poked and prodded for hours by a friend!"

"Well, the point of those tests was so I could cross-reference your body with that of a typical Reyment. That way, we can at least narrow down whether you're from this planet or not."

"And?"

"I got the results of those tests back, and, I don't want to alarm you, Unum, but... You don't HAVE biology."

...

Unum leans over to Igneo.

"What's biology?"

"Ever heard of gonorrhea? It's like that."

Unum pumps their fist, excited to live another day.

"No, it's not- Is this not alarming any of you??"

Kori looks to Steno to back her up.

"Maybe you should explain what that means so we actually know what we're supposed to be freaking out about."

"Unum's body is completely lacking in any of the functions that normal bodies, whether from Reyse or Phaara, should have. Digestive organs, a nervous system, a bloodstream. Unum quite literally HAS NO BRAIN."

Kori aggressively gestures to her giant computer monitor to make her point clear.

"Maybe that's why they're so dense, huh? Everything's in one ear and out the other with 'em."

"I wouldn't say that. I would prefer to say 'open-minded'!" Unum tells Igneo, while having no mind to open.

"Now, what I want to know, is why do you eat or sleep if you don't have any functions that require you to do those things?"

"Because... I want to?"

"You don't feel hungry or tired ever?"

"I'M SUPPOSED TO FEEL THOSE THINGS?"

"YES!"

"You feel hungry when you need to eat food!"

...

"Like right now."

Igneo leaves to go ransack Kori's fridge.

"DON'T DRINK STRAIGHT OUT OF THE CARTON AGAIN!!"

"YOU DON'T EVEN DRINK MILK!!"

"TWO OTHER PEOPLE LIVE IN THIS HOUSE, SMARTASS!!"

Unum, Kori and Steno are left alone, pondering everything that just happened.

"I have a lot on my mind right now, Kori."

"Yeah. I don’t think I've ever seen something as weird as your body. How do you even function without ANYTHING? Where do your body's openings lead to? Your mouth, nose, ears? How do your eyes work. As a scientist, there's nothing I hate more than looking for answers and then ending with even more questions."

"...What? No, I was thinking about why Igneo would go drink milk after she said she was hungry."

[cryptidsurveys]

Monday, September 16th, 2024.

When you get married what do you think you’ll put most of your focus and money into? I can't really answer or predict this now because so much would depend on our life circumstances.

Would you freak out if you were to get pregnant by the last person you hooked up with? Uh yeah. For more than one reason, lmao.

Who in your life causes you the most stress or negative feelings? Even though there are people in my life who cause me stress (one or two in particular), I think a lot of it has to do with my mindset. I've come a long way, but I'm still learning how to put things into proper perspective, be secure in myself and my own abilities, brush things off, etc.

How many chances do you tend to give people before enough is enough? It just depends - on what they've done, how much they mean to me, whether or not they're genuinely trying to change... Also, speaking of "enough is enough," following my blow-up over Diane, she basically won't even look at me. Pretty sure she even went so far as to intentionally turn her back to me when I brought a kitty up to the office the other day (he chills up there during work hours). Like giiiirl, I only have so many olive branches, especially when you consider the fact that I shouldn't have to be the one extending them in the first place.

Have you ever had a teacher that also taught your parents? No.

What’s the most you’d be willing to spend on a pair of shoes? I retired a pair of hiking shoes last year that cost around 120 dollars, but they also lasted for about a decade. I'd be willing to spend that kind of money again for a good quality shoe.

What’s something you complain about frequently? Work drama and feeling burned out. Welcome to the real world, I guess…? It still beats rotting in bed while slowly sinking further and further into insanity, but…maybe not by much. :P No, but on a serious note - it's better. Truly. I might feel frustrated, upset, confused, and exhausted at times, but at least I don't feel utterly hopeless and suicidal. I'd rather endure the chaos of life and human interaction than go back to what I was doing before. It's just hard to adjust to social dynamics after spending so many years in isolation and missing out on so much development and experience. People don't really care about your past, your mental health, your explanations - they just want you to act right.

Have you had any confrontations with anyone lately? Not directly, but indirectly. The Diane situation. The Alex situation.

Do you have anything planned for the summer? Summer is nearly over. My autumn plans mainly consist of trips to the Mountain Park to enjoy the changing leaves, attending the Chili Festival, and eating as many fun holiday foods as I can.

Do you walk fast or slow? Fast.

What form of public transport do you use most often? I've only used public transportation a few times in my life.

Is there any alcohol in the fridge? I don't think there's any in the entire house.

Is any part of you sad at all? Yeah, but it's not a predominant part. The last few days have been better. Little annoyances here and there, but nothing terrible. Plus, I only have to get through one half day (Tues) and one full day (Sat) of working with Alex and then she's GONE.

Are you someone who worries too often? Most definitely. It probably wouldn't be inaccurate to say that 90% of my problems come from worrying/overthinking. If I could just shut my stupid brain OFF…well, then I would be too powerful. ;D

Have you ever been completely alone with a boy in his room? Yeah.

Is the last person you kissed older than you? Yeah.

Are you the type of person who seeks out revenge? Not really. I even try to refrain from taking pleasure in someone else's negative karma. Not because I'm such a wonderful person, but because I don't want to face my own karmic backlash.

Do you like falling asleep listening to the rain? Yes. <3

Do you honestly have feelings for someone at the moment? I don't.

Are there things in your life that you’ll never be able to get over? Probably.

Are you afraid of falling in love? Yeah.

If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be? A million bucks.

Did you ever build furniture forts as a child? I loved doing that! We'd even make forts out on the back deck and sleep in them when the weather was nice.

Are there any songs that inspire you? You could say that. Mainly classical songs. Sometimes they give my life this movie-esque vibe.

Is there anything on television worth watching at the moment? I wouldn't know.

Have you ever had an online meet-up? Like a meet-up group type of thing? No. But I've met people in person after originally meeting them online.

What is bothering you as of now? Nothing serious. Even my headache from earlier feels a lot better.

How does your hair currently look? Short and brown.

Are you close to any of your aunts/uncles? I'm not.

Do you plan on losing weight any time soon? There's almost always a desire, but I tend to maintain within a range.

When was the last time you used a disposable camera? Years and years ago.

What should you be doing right now, besides this survey? I should probably do some housecleaning, but…eh. I just want to relax.

Who did you last say goodnight to? My dad and my kitties.

Do people gripe about your work ethic often? That was the last thing Diane said before I flipped out; something like, "It looks like nobody does any work back here." Maybe it wasn't meant for me specifically, but oooh boy. I give too much of my time (for free!!!) to be muttered about like that.

Do you tend to wear a lot of make up? I don't wear makeup.

Is it still possible to kiss the last person you kissed? I am waaay overthinking the "possible" bit because yeah, I suppose it's technically possible, but would I want to? No.

Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? Because.

Where were you last night? I was at the animal shelter until 5:30pm and then I was at home.

Do you own any jeans from American Eagle? I think I have a light blue pair somewhere.

Do you hate it when people smoke around you? No. I smoke as well, so.

Have you ever been to Florida? No.

When’s the last time you screamed really loud? Idk.

What will you be doing tomorrow? I'll be at the shelter from 7:30am(ish)-12:00pm.

Are you friends with the people you were friends with 2 years ago? Yeah.

Do you honestly have feelings for someone at the moment? No.

Where did you buy the shirt you’re wearing right now? My dad got it from me from a store in the mall.

Are you wearing jeans? I'm wearing dark blue sweats.

Have you ever kissed the last person you texted? Yeah.

Has anyone ever called you a whore? Yeah.

Who were you last in a car with? My dad. I went to lunch with my parents at Fuel & Iron last Thursday.

Are you in a good mood right now? I'm in a pretty decent mood.

Has anyone ever told you that you have pretty eyes? Yeah.

Have you ever played the guitar? Not very well, but yes.

Could you handle living with the last person you talked to on the phone? I think it's best that my mom and I live apart.

Do you ever take your anger out on others? I try not to, but there are times when it happens.

What grade is the last person you texted in? My mom hasn't been in school for a long, long time.

Has anyone seen you in your underwear lately? No.

Where’s your phone right now? On my dresser, charging.

Have you ever liked someone older than you? Yeah.

Are you the oldest child? The youngest? In the middle? Only child? I'm the oldest child of two.

Would you rather be called ‘honey’ or ‘baby’? Honey.

[weaponizedhorse]

Okay so there is bonkers, insane, major fucked up drama going on in my family rn.

So it all started like a year and a half ago when my grandma's sister Dee Dee died. Dee Dee was complaining about shortness of breath and other things but she had some GOP club thing to go to so she refused to go to the hospital. Then she had either a heart attack or congestive heart failure. She died and wasn't found for like 2-3 days.

So my Uncle Tommy freaked out and made my grandma move into his house, and took away her car so she can't drive. Okay fine whatever. But pretty quickly they started treating her like shit. Under the cut I am gonna list all the fucked up shit she has had to deal with B4 and after they told her she had to leave cause it's a lot. but then for some unknown reason my uncle Tommy called my Uncle Timmy and the pussy told him to tell my grandma she was kicked out. So my grandma was in the hospital during this and Tommy that absolutely piece of fucking shit went to her doctor and told him that my grandma was "medically non compliant" and that he didn't want her released to his house. He wanted her sent to a convalescent home. My grandma is the most compliant person ever. How fucking dare he mess with her medical shit.

There is a ton more but basically my uncle Timmy is in Louisiana with her RN and she is flying in tomorrow and I get to see her on Thursday. I'm just so mad at Tommy and his whole family the sacks of shit. I'm just so glad she is coming out here where she is gonna be loved.

Examples of shit they would do to her :

Yell at her for having the TV to loud. Yell at her for talking to loud (this is all in the middle of the day) my grandma would call us whispering which was depressing. They have a small part of a shelf in the fridge. Then she got kicked out of the fridge so they moved her to the fridge in the garage, then she got yelled for going in the garage. Yell at her for everything like loading the dish washer wrong and gave her a lecture. They would make food that they KNEW she could not eat, once made them extremely spicy soup and my grandma doesn't have a fucking gallbladder, then when she doesn't eat

So because she did not eat when she literally could not eat the food. They stopped telling her that dinner was ready. They would tell my grandma "we are going out to dinner" and not even ask her if she wanted to go. She started keeping candy bars in her room so she had something to eat. And what is even more fucked up is my grandma's mom was bipolar and would make these really fancy dinners for herself and then make her kids eat mayo toast, so Dee Dee ended up OCD and my grandma ended up "hoarding food" but just like making sure there was **always always** canned food in the house like she did not ever want any of us to be hungry ever. So for Tommy to know that that happened to her as a kid and then to basically withhold food from her is so fucked up beyond anything I can say.

After he told her to leave:

My grandma went with movers to get some of her stuff off of Karen's (yes my uncles wife is named Karen) "property" and they tore her a new one Karen was like "Get off *MY* property" and Tommy said "They can't come in the house and if they do *I* am going to direct them"

Apparently my grandma is missing shit like a generator that Tommy basically stole. After my grandma was in the hospital she wanted some candy bars because she wasn't allowed to eat them at Tommy's house So she bought a bunch of them and brought them back after Tommy " unquote graciously let her back into his home. And Cole, my cousin, told her "you're not going to eat those in this house". What the fuck is your problem Cole??

[olsenmyolsen]

Spider (Dates)

Part 30 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~5.8K

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Y/N POV

"Alright, come on, Y/N. Run it one more time. We only got the space for...8 more minutes." I hear a chuckle as I flip Marlana off before her voice disconnects from the booth I'm in.

I take a deep breath before sending a thumbs up to the few people on the other side of the glass.

This song has been killing me for the last two months. Between learning how to play the piano and placing the right words for this song, it's been the opposite of easy. Robbie has offered to help, but I've been very close guarded when it comes to this track.

It's Goodbye.

The one I thought up the night Liz told me we couldn't be together.

So that's why. But also, I want to see the awe on people's faces when they hear it Saturday night.

Especially hers.

Before you ask, yes, we've seen each other since I texted her about the paparazzi pictures. It's going good.

Well it was.

Anyways I'm getting ahead of myself.

_

Eight Weeks Ago

_

Aubs POV

"So when do you want to go drop off the guitar?"

Lizzie shrugs next to me. "We can do it sometime in the afternoon." Lizzie looks back down at her phone. "Okay. Be sure to text Y/N back."

Lizzie clicks on a playlist we put together years ago and blushes.

"I just did."

Y/N POV

After my second shower of the morning, I find myself parked at James' countertop, eating a bagel sandwich and downing a latte from a shop not too far from here. I was lucky they opened as I was running by because my stomach was starting to become real upset with me.

As I scroll down the never-ending thing that is social media, I'm pretty surprised not to see Robbie, mine, or Elizabeth's name trending. Trust me, I don't want the attention, but after last night I was kinda expecting it. But that's not to say that pictures are starting to circulate.

There's one of Robbie and me at the restaurant.

Here's one of us getting into James' car. Oh, and another.

I roll my eyes as and laugh as I look through the tweets and quote tweets.

@Lizziesfutureex Is Walmart Jesus really with Y/N Y/L/N now?!? Eww

@OlsenMyOlsen Y/N looks so pretty, but wtf is going on here

@Wandaismommy save Y/N!!

@witcheswhores can we just agree that robbie looks healthier now

I close my phone out as I toss the last bite of the bagel into my mouth. Fuck. Bagels might be my latest food obsession now.

Once the trash is put away, and the counter is wiped down, I hear the sound of a key jingling in the doorway.

"Y/N?"

"In here!"

James rounds the corner looking like a little rough. He stayed with Andrea. Did he not get any sleep- ewwwww, never mind! "What?"

I look up at James' confused face. "What?"

"Is there something on my face you looked grossed out?" I shake my head. "Nothing." James rolls his eyes as he sets his keys on the counter. "Did you talk to Max?"

I watch as James makes his way to the fridge. "Yeah. She was freaking out about pictures of Robbie and I."

"Robbie and you??"

I sigh as I grab my phone and show the pictures along with everyone's hot takes. James laughs away. "What?" He looks to me. "It's just you're you, and yet here you are being photographed and gossiped about." I roll my eyes. He's right. It's funny but frustrating. "Yeah. Anyways Max just wanted to know what the fuck was going on, and once that was out of the way, she started asking me about our dinner before she had to go."

"Is she doing okay with.." James puts his head to his hands. "What's her name?"

"Ivy?" You dummy. "That's it. Are they good?" I nod. "They're great. Ivy's good for her." James smiles. "That's good." James holds a smile on his face. "What?" I smile, wanting to know what he's thinking. "Nothing." Ugh. "Don't nothing me. Come on. Spit it out."

James leans back against the kitchen countertop. "It's just nice to know that I'm finally happy. My sister's happy. My family is great. You're finally here, and about to start you're own little journey." I laugh when he uses the word little. "It's all great." I nod to his words. "It is. Andreas making you soft." James laughs up and lifts himself from the counter. "Is not! Sports Sports. Sports. Fighting. Podcast! There! All better!" I break out into a fit of laughter because of James' very serious face while doing this. If you didn't know that Max and James were related, you would now.

Two peas in an idiot pod.

"Anyways, I'm going to shower and do some errands. Need anything from the store?"

I think for a moment. "Maybe some fruit and veg. You don't really have much going on, Mr. Frozen Chicken Nuggets." James glares at me before laughing along. "It's the inner child in me- you know what? I'm not explaining myself to you." James starts to walk away to his room. "I'll see you later!" "See ya!" I laugh to myself before looking at my phone again.

I watch as text notifications come in.

It's Liz.

Hello Y/N! No worries, I believe you. My interview should be out on Friday! Thank you.

I'm reading through each word I get carefully. Somehow I still can't believe I'm texting her again. It's like my mind and body haven't caught up to the fact that yes. Liz and I are speaking, and I fucking miss her.

Just as I'm about to formulate a response, I get this text:

I do miss you, and I'm not trying to rush you or anything, but whenever you are ready I'd love to take you out. Just let me know. 🤍

See you soon.

A smile spreads its way onto my face. I'll be ready soon, Olsen. Just for you.

I head to my current room and think of a response back to Liz.

Aubs POV

"Did you know I almost married Michael Cera?"

Even behind the sunglasses, I watch Lizzie's eyes shoot open. "Aubrey, what the fuck!" I laugh as Lizzie manages to get that sentence out with a mouth full of food. In contrast, Clay looks at me with his mouth agape. "When?!" I shrug my shoulders. "Years ago. In Vegas." We were both two little weirdos making it in Hollywood around the time. We fell in love, and that was that, but things don't last forever.

"He is a little cutie." Lizzie rolls her head at Clay. "Why are you telling us this?" The Olsen leans back into her chair with a smile. I shrug my shoulder again. "I don't know. I guess I was just thinking about the future or past I guess. Like, what if I did get married? Or do I even want to do that now? I don't know. Love's weird." I start to pick at the remains of my lunch salad.

Clay didn't have breakfast, and Lizzie and I were feeling a little pecking after shopping and walking the rest of the morning.

It made it all worth it to see Lizzie scoop up some books she's been dying to read. Oddly enough, I remember her grabbing some children's books for some reason. Hmm.

Anyways here we are outside a little cafe. A place Lizzie recommends because, according to her, "those idiots with the camera don't know about it." So yeah.

I look up when I realize neither of the two seated at the table have said anything. I look to see Clay watching a happy Lizzie on her phone. "What's up?"

Lizzie doesn't respond, which leaves Clay left to clue me in. Clay leans over. "Lizzie just realized she missed a text from Y/N." Ooh! "What about?" Clay makes an "idk" face and turns back to look at his bestie.

I lift my foot up from the floor and kick Lizzie's chair, earning a look that would kill me. Man, she can be so scary.

"What?" I scoff. "Don't what me, Olsen, what's got you all smiles?" Lizzie looks at Clay, who just looks away, sipping his water, before her eyes come back to me.

"Y/N." She replies a little cheekily. "And?" Lizzie starts to blush.

Y/N POV

I shut the door to the Uber as it drops me off in front of Robbies.

With nothing but my good looks, a backpack borrowed from James full of my journals and notebooks, and my phone, I begin walking toward the front door.

I'm still in awe of the house. I know for a fact Lizzie picked this place out. It's modern but inviting. I take my eyes off the hose as I stop at the door and ring the bell.

I feel my phone buzz in my hand.

It's a text from Robbie. "Doors unlocked. Come upstairs."

Seems unsafe, but whatever.

I let myself into the house, and fuck, it's enormous. Like it's vast but small at the same time. Like its full of furniture from wha I can see, and it looks like people have lived here.

I slip my Vans off near the front door. If you walk around with shoes on in a home. Why?

Immediately in front of me, on the right-hand side of the house, is a staircase leading up. "Up we go," I mutter to myself as I start walking up the stair. Each step echoing off the wall. As I reach the top, I come to a split. Left or right.

"Robbie?"

"Over here!"

I turn my head to the left and follow where his voice came from. I pass by an open door that looks like a home office before arriving at another open door with Robbie on the inside. This also looks kike a home office. Except as opposed to white and sunny, this one is filled with dark browns creating a cozy workspace. Robbie looks up as I open the door wider. "Hey!"

I wave at Robbie as I find myself unable to speak now. I think it very quickly dawned on me where I am and how incredibly awkward this whole situation is. I mean, driving him home is one thing. But being inside this house actually about to sit down and work on something together is another.

"Y/N?"

I'm pulled from my spiral by the sound of Robbie. "Hmm?"

"I- forget it." Robbie waves his hand as he stands up. Grabbing some books with him before he stops and grabs a big piece of paper. "What are your thoughts on this?" Robbie spins the paper around so I can look at it better.

"What is it?" It looks cute, but I don't know what it is or what it's for.

"It's a storyboard." Robbie moves the paper behind some other things on the desk. I just nod my head. "For what?"

"Children's book." Oh! "Really?" Robbie looks up and smiled. "Really. I'd like to take credit, but.." But we both know who helped.

"What's the fox's name?"

Robbie starts laughing as he comes out from around the desk and starts showing me back down the hallway I came. "It's Hattie." We start making our way back down the stairs before we wind up in a big kitchen.

Yep. Elizabeth has left her mark here.

I watch as Robbie goes to the fridge and pulls out two waters. I try to take a look at what else he might have, but the door closes too quick. I thank him as he hands me the water. "So, not a fox?" Robbie chuckles before getting a move on again.

This time we stay downstairs as Robbie walks us into a soundproof room full of instruments, cables, a monitor, etc. "No. Not a fox." On the walls are records and pictures of Milo Greene, as well as some with Lizzie and the band. In each photo, she's in, she's giving a wide smile and thumbs up to the camera.

I don't think I really ever noticed, but she has some weird-looking thumbs. Still cute, though.

I jump at the sudden strum of some cords, causing my head to snap to Robbie, who wears an apologetic look. "Sorry." "That's alright." Robbie shakes his head and stands his guitar up next to him. I turn my head back to look at a photo of Lizzie with... Taylor Swift?!?

I hear Robbie move behind me as I stare at the two lovelies in the photo. I don't think I've ever seen a celebrity be star stuck, but clear as I day I see it in this photo.

Let me tell you; it's not Taylor who's star-struck.

"What's the saying?" I turn to Robbie, confused. "Pictures taken before disaster?" I tilt my head confused, before he points back to the photo. "This?" I ask, also pointing. Robbie nods. "Lizzie embarrassed herself in front of Taylor that night. You don't know the story?" I slowly shake my head.

Robbie puts his head in his hand before running a hand through his hair.

"Okay, so..."

Liz POV

Lunch with Clay came and went without Y/N messaging me back. It doesn't even say she looked at the text. I know I'm overthinking, but after the events of the last 48 hours, the progress we have made is monumental.

I just want to keep that going.

I just want my Coffee Girl again.

"Lizzie, if you look at your phone again, I will take it." I put my phone away while mocking Aubrey. I turn to look out the window before I feel a slap land on my thigh. "Hey!"

"Don't think I didn't see you, Olsen!" I lean forward so Aubs can see me before rolling my eyes, earning a laugh from the actress next to me. "You know you deserved it."

I lean back in the passenger seat as we pull up to my gated community. I guess Robbies gated- where I used to live! Aubrey rolls her window down as I hunch myself over the center console.

"Ah, Ms. Plaza! It's been a while!"

"Oh well, you know I just couldn't stay away from you any longer, Matt!" I don't know why but Aubrey loves to flirt with Matt. The first time I watched it happen, I thought Matt's cheeks were going to be left permanently red from him blushing.

But after years of it, he's used to it.

They've even gone out once or twice, believe it or not!

Anyways. "Hey, Matt!" Matt leans himself down in his little booth to see me. "Ms. Olsen! I was starting to wonder if you were coming back." I roll my eyes. "Just visiting, and it's Lizzie; you know this, Matt." Matt nods. "You're right. Sorry, Lizzie." Matt opens his mouth before stopping himself. "What?"

Matt glances at Aubs before continuing. "Will you always just be visiting from now on?" I take in Matt's question before nodding. "I will." Matt looks a little disappointed but keeps his face professional. "Would you like me to ring Mr. Arnett and his guest?"

Aubrey shoots her head from me to Matt. "Guest?"

"Yes, Aub-" "Ms. Plaza." "Yes, Ms. Plaza."

Before Aubrey can say anything else, I stop her. "No, thank you, Matt. That's alright." Matt simply leans back up and allows us to enter the gates. "Bye, Matt!" Aubrey gives a little wave before she starts driving us to the house.

"So, are we not going to talk about it?" I turn my head. "Talk about what?" "The guest." I shake my head. "Robbies allowed to have people over." I watch as Aubrey shakes her head now. "Is he seeing anyone?"

"I don't know," I reply honestly. "What does it matter anyways? We're not together." Aubrey smiles at that. "Yes, but it shouldn't take him this little time to get over you."

"Aubs, I slept with Y/N before Robbie, and I officially ended things." Robbie wanted a break, but still... We turn down a street as Aubrey starts talking again. "I know that, but what I'm saying is, is that it shouldn't take him this little of time to get over YOU! You're Elizabeth Fucking Olsen. I'd be pissed if Robert moved on that fast."

I start laughing now, understanding why Aubs is getting worked up.

"I still fucking hate Boyd for what he did," Aubrey mutters as we pull into the driveway. Aubrey turns off the car and unbuckles herself while I do the same. However, I stop her before we exit the car.

"I appreciate it, Aubrey. I really do. But Robbie and I are done. He's allowed to move on no matter how hot I am." Aubrey smiles and rolls her eyes while we pull each other into a hug. "I still fucking hate Boyd too."

_

"Besides, it's probably his band," I say, closing the trunk with the guitar case in hand.

"Hmm."

"His guest." Aubrey makes an ohh face. "But where are the other cars?" I look around the drive and only see Aubreys and Robbies. "Yeah, you're right."

"Did I get in your head?" I sigh. "A smidge." But I take a second to shake it off before ringing the doorbell, and only minutes later am I greeted with Robbie in the doorway.

Aubs POV

I keep my eyes on the bearded man as he welcomes us into Lizzie's home.

I said what I said.

"Sorry to show up unannounced." Lizzie shines an apologetic look towards the man's way. Robbie quickly dismisses the apology saying it's not needed. The whole time he keeps his eyes on her.

He is looking healthier.

I don't bother removing my flats, knowing we won't be here long. But Lizzie removes hers while keeping her eyes on Robbie. It looks like they've moved on and started talking about the guitar in her hands. I would pay attention better, but a pair of Vans resting by the front door has grabbed my attention.

As Robbie and Lizzie make their way deeper into the house, I stop and examine the shoes.

Woman's pair.

Interesting.

I stand up and try to follow the voices of the other two. I find them in the living room. Lizzie has the guitar case resting up against the couch.

"As I said, it's Y/N's, and I was thinking in my free time you could start teaching me some stuff again, or you could just look after it until I need it or she.. needs it." I look back from Lizzie to Robbie and back. "Yeah, it's no sweat. I'd be happy to look after it." She smiles at Robbie, who gives one back before diverting his attention to me.

"Hey, Aubrey, how have you been?" We share a quick hug. "Good. Looking after this one!" I bring my body closer to Elizabeth's before wrapping my arms around her, causing her to giggle. "Then she's in great hands."

I lean in and give a kiss on Lizzie's head. "Yes, she is." This makes Lizzie lift herself off of me. "Alright. Alright. I'm going to check on the garden now. Aubs wanna come? Robbie?" Robbie and I look at each other. "You two head out. I'll be out soon." Lizzie nods as Robbie begins to walk towards a hallway.

"Come on, Plaza!" Lizzie starts pulling my hand to show me her ever-growing garden.

Now I've seen Lizzie smile, but there's something about her looking at her own garden that makes every other smile dwarf in comparison.

"It's beautiful." I pull my eyes away from the green to look at Lizzie, who frowns a little but shakes it away and starts walking towards a covered area that houses her tools and gloves. I follow her and watch as she scans the area around her.

She really misses it.

"Lizzie, you okay?" Lizzie looks at me curiously. "Yeah. I'm happy I can finally use and see my garden again but coming back here hit me harder than I realized." Lizzie walks over to a plant that I have zero idea about and starts snipping some leaves. I briefly asked her why she's doing that, and she said it was time or whatever. I mainly just watched her work, kill a spider she named Tom and work some more before she spoke up again.

"Aubrey?"

"Yeah?"

"I just thought, what if Y/N was here? Like what if I showed her the garden? The house. You know a place to live.. but we just started talking again, so I don't know.."

I watch as the brunette dismisses her thoughts and continues her tasks.

I pull her onto a side hug and tell her, "It'll work out." Because if I have a say, it will work for Lizzie. No matter what.

I release the Marvel star from my grip and pull my phone out.

It's been a while since Robbie said he'd join us. And when I say while. I mean a whiilleee.

"Lizzie, I'm going to be right back." Lizzie nods her head to me and smiles. Caring more about her plants right now, but I won't fault her this time. I make my way down the very constructed and planned walkways in her backyard before reaching the back doors. As I go to open it, it slides open.

"Oh shit! Fuck Robbie!" I clutch my heart as Robbie looks at me with a face full of guilt. "Oh my God, I'm sorry! I thought you saw me!"

"It's okay. Shit." Robbie laughs to himself as he calms down from the scare. "I was just coming to go use the bathroom."

"Oh, okay! You know where it is so.." Robbie moves out of the way, and that's when I notice the faintest sound of music coming from the hallway Robbie had turned down earlier. I turn my look to Robbie and notice him holding a binder. "What's that?" I ask once inside the house while Robbie steps out.

"Oh, it's something Lizzie and I started working on, and I just wanted to know her thoughts on it since we-" "Oh, okay!" I smile, cutting him off, closing the back door.

I make my way down the hall knowing there's a bathroom there. Not far from it is the room where I can barely make out someone singing.

Maybe Lizzie's right. Maybe it is one of Robbie's band members. What's their name Marlana? That's it! Just leave it only, Plaza. You're just being paranoid. I open and close the bathroom door behind me.

Y/N POV

It wasn't much longer after Robbie told me Liz's embarrassing Taylor Swift story that the weirdness was broken, and we could get to work.

We finally got on the same page regarding the song I Love Leaving and started running down lists the two of us had put together. And we were flowing.

We knocked out: Are You Thirsty? (By Johnny Fritz) A solo song for Robbie that needs a little more called That Funny Feeling (By Bo Burnham), and we fiddle around with All Eyes On Me (By Bo Burnham) some more before the doorbell went off.

And then Robbie was gone for a while.

He came back briefly to let me know that'd he'd be a minute, but that turned into way longer, so I just started flipping through my journal pages. Writing what came to mind here and there. Playing on Robbie's guitars while he wasn't in the room and skimming through some unfinished songs until finding Goodbye.

Having lyrics and words is one thing. Finding the right cords to play is another.

But it was working. Whatever I had was working.

So long, goodbye I'll see you when I see you You can pick the street I'll meet you on the other side

So long, goodbye Do I really have to finish? Do returns always diminish? Did I say that right?

I take a pause as I hear the door open behind me. Slowly turning myself around, I was fully expecting my eyes to meet Robbie's. "Hey, Robbie, I just had this-"

Not the eyes of Aubrey Plaza.

Not only that, but she looks pissed.

Her closing and locking the door confirms that.

Under any other circumstances, this would feel like a dream, but with how tense her jaw looks, I'd say it's the opposite.

I calmly put my guitar down to the side without my eyes leaving hers. "You're Aubrey Plaza?!" The Parks and Rec lover in me is freaking out. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

Safe to say, this was not the reaction I was expecting.

"What do you mean?" I gulp as Aubrey takes a step closer to me. "Are you fucking Robbie?! Don't you dare lie to me!" I almost gag at the words she just said to me. "Are you serious?! No. Not in a million years. He's handsome and caring, but god no!" Aubrey's face softens from pissed to confused. "Then what are you doing here?"

"Me? What about you?!"

"I'm here with-" Aubrey stops and steps closer to me again. "I'm here with Lizzie!" That's when I take note of the hushed tone she's using. She's here with Liz!! "Now, what about you?!!" I quickly gesture to the scene behind me, not using any words at the thought of Liz being just outside this door.

I watch Aubrey look behind me. "Are you two in a band or something?"

"Or something." Aubrey makes a questioning noise. "Does Lizzie know?" I shake my head no. "Robbie and I talked about doing this before I ran into her at the airport, so I haven't had the right time or opportunity too."

"Will you?" I shrug. "Hmm. Y/N?" I sharply look up. April Ludgate just said my name. "Do you still love Lizzie?" I nod without a doubt. A sly smile appears on Aubrey's face. "Well, I'm going to get back to Lizzie, and whatever's going on in here." Aubrey gestures to the room. "I better be the first to know." I start to laugh but stop once I see the look on her face. "And don't worry, Y/N, you're secrets safe with me. I know how much you care for Lizzie. Sometimes all people need is time. Lizzie's willing to give you that. I know you know that she loves you." I nod again to her words and let myself smile. "Thank you."

Aubrey unlocks the door and opens it. "No problem. Although next time you receive a text from an unknown number, you better answer, or I'll die and haunt you for all eternity." Before I can even process the words that were just spoken to me, Aubrey is already gone and out the door.

"Does Aubrey Plaza have my number?" I quietly say to myself before feeling my phone buzz in my pocket. When I pull my phone out, I see I have a text from Liz from a while ago and a new one from an unknown number. That's Aubrey.

I decided to look over the Olsens text first.

Liz POV

So it turns out we're all set to put our finishing writings on Hattie Harmony!!

I couldn't believe I had forgotten about Hattie until I saw Robbie walk out with the papers for it. Ugh, Hattie's so cute.

Robbie and I sat outside talking over how we want the story to connect to younger kids but the more we talked, the more it made sense that it's not just a kid's book. It can be for everyone.

Our thoughts were only interrupted when Aubrey came back outside. She was gone for a bit. Oh God, I hope she didn't go into my bedroom again.

I watch as Aubrey makes her way closer to Robbie and me.

"Hey, Lizzie, you almost done?" Aubs gestures towards the garden, and no, I'm not, but now that I'm in town, I can always come back. "I can be. Why, what's up?" "Nothing. It's just getting later, and I figured Robbie might want some more time with his guest." Aubrey darts her eyes toward Robbie.

Shit. I completely forgot that Robbie has someone over right now. I quickly stand up and look at him. "Oh my Gosh. I'm so sorry. Matt mentioned you had someone over, and we're taking up your time." Robbie seems to relax a little. "Hey, no, it's alright. Truly."

I still feel bad, and now I kind of want to leave. I don't know why.

"No, we'll get out of your hair," Aubrey speaks up for the both of us as I move past her and head to a container of compost and dump the dead stems and leaves I've collected. I set the bucket down and behind, washing my tools and my hands before placing everything in its area. By the time I'm done, Robbie and Aubrey are already inside.

_

I close the back door behind me, and that's when I feel my phone buzz. I quickly look up to see Aubrey waiting in the kitchen while Robbie walks back down the stairs.

"Oh, my God!"

"What!!" Both Aubrey and Robbie react very quickly. "It's Y/N!" I hold up my phone, catching Aubrey's eyes glancing to Robbie while his face relaxes. Weird. I ignore them and look at the device in my hand.

"Okay, Friday or if not maybe some time next week? Remember something relaxing."

I cover my mouth with my hand, and I can't believe it. She actually wants to!

I double-check my schedule before typing back a cute response and let my mind begin filling millions of date ideas. This will be our first date since everything happened.

"What is it?" I look up at Aubrey, who is now in front of me. I cheekily show her the texts earning a squeal and a hug from her. I look around to see Robbie moving his attention to Y/N's guitar case. Aubrey places my phone back into my hand and gives me a nudge.

"Hey, I can take that to the room if you want?" I watch as Robbie tenses up. "No. No, that's alright. There's someone in there right now."

That's when I do hear the faint sound of a woman singing.

Their voice is beautiful.

"Someone?" I question. "Not part of Milo Greene?" Robbie shakes his head and looks away. That's when my eyes grow a little wider.

"Robbie, it's okay if you're seeing someone." Robbie goes to argue, but I cut him off. "It's fine. We'll get out of your hair. Thank you for taking care of this." I walk up and brush my hands along the case. "I'll let you know if I or Y/N ever need it." Robbie nods along. "Okay. Thanks, Lizzie, and I'm sorry ab-" "It's fine." I walk up to him and pull him into a hug. "I'm just happy you're taking care of you." I hear Robbie sigh into my neck before we release our grips.

Aubrey waves bye as we start gathering our stuff heading for the front door. That's when I notice a pair of Vans by the door. Who's Robbie dating a skater girl? "I'll see you soon!" I call back to Robbie without my eyes leaving the shoes. Hmm.

Y/N POV

This time I'm facing the door just in case it's not Aubrey or Robbie who decide to pay me a visit. God, do I tell her? I get trapped in thought before the door opens.

Before Robbie can even speak, I do. "Why the hell didn't you tell me Liz was here?!" Robbie looks shocked. "How did you know?" "Aubrey paid me a visit!" Robbie starts to slightly chuckle. "She's good." "Once again, why didn't you tell me!"

"I figured you'd freak out!" I roll my eyes. I hate it when men are right. "But they're gone, and Lizzie dropped off your guitar." My guitar? Oh! I get up and follow Robbie out of the room and down the hall. On the couch, rest my guitar case. I walk up to it and brush my hands along the sticker Davey made before moving my fingers down to the clasps, unlocking them.

Inside was my guitar, but what was on top of the guitar was unexpected.

"Did you know about this?" I ask Robbie as I reach my hand into the case. "I had no idea."

Liz POV

"Who do you think Robbies seeing?"

Aubrey immediately starts laughing at me, leaving me confused. Aubrey looks towards me before looking at the road again. "Oh, you're serious?" "Yeah.." "Lizzie, we don't even know it was someone he's seeing. Maybe it's a band member."

"Maybe," I say before looking out the window. It was definitely not a band member or a new band member. Their voice was too different for being a part of Milo Greene.

I shake my head and look down at my phone. Smiling at my open texts with Y/N.

I'm taking her out.

I get to take out my Coffee Girl.

Y/N POV

1

Dear Y/N,

Right now, I'm writing to you from my rooftop garden. This is the first letter I'm writing to you. I don't know how many I'll write, but my text and calls don't appear to be getting answered anytime soon. I don't know if you'll ever see this or even want them, but I'm still doing it.

It's been four days since you left.

Believe it or not, I never wanted this to happen. I miss you. Just when we were becoming something more, I fucked up. I will always be sorry and full of regret for the things that I said.

You mean more to me than I think you will ever know. Truly. You captured my heart within our first date. Meeting someone like you made me realize that there is no one like you.

I still love you. I always will. It's not puppy love or me being trapped in the honeymoon phase because we never had one. We sprung forward and back before we even knew what we had.

But when I asked you to be my girlfriend, I knew. 

Love like this is real.

I love you, and I'm sorry.

Yours, Liz Coffee Bitch.

I haven't opened the other letters from my guitar case. Over the last couple of days, I've only read and re-read this one. Like I am now.

Re-reading it before my date with Liz.

It's now 5 pm on Friday. It's been two days since working with Robbie, and I've just been relaxing and enjoying my days. I explored LA a little bit. Kept up on my running and have just been waiting for tonight.

Liz didn't give me a dress code, but I decided to dress comfortably.

I felt my phone buzz in my hand and look down.

Aubrey 🔪

She just left Be sure to practice safe sex 😉

Jesus Christ.

A/N: I think this chapter is just okay but idk.

Part 31

[unhonestlymirror]

@forgotten-seas Okay, where do I start.

As a former russian-supporting Ukrainian, I know a lot of russian artists, whom I still find not bad people. I know that most of russians I am personally familiar with don't support "special operation" - despite the fact there is a Huge cultural abyss between us, which I recognized completely after February 24th.

Nevertheless, I don't interact with them at all. I don't reblog russian artists because

If a russian artist lives in russia, they go to the store, cafeteria, pharmacy, barbershop, etc. They go there and they pay for the food and service, because they need to eat, drink, etc. Where do you think those money a service providing place has received go next? Right, the state budget. Now the next question: Where does the money come from for tanks, missiles and other shit? The money for Viagra which is given to russian soldiers for massive rapes of women, children, men and animals? Do you think that all the money is taken out of the air?

I can't forbid all people to support russians, because "I can't control human hearts"(c) But it is in my power to regularly spread information about what is happening in my country. For people like you to write to me "this is hatred of Russians!", to justify yourself in front of your gnawing conscience that you may be financing genocide. It's good. This means my job here is done. (although let's be objective, am I promoting hatred of russians? I'm just sharing information, events, thoughts and feelings of people who are directly in Ukraine. If I was spreading hatred, I would say something like "ALL RUSSIANS ARE NAZI!!! WE NEED TO DROP A NUCLEAR BOMB ON THEM!!! IF YOU MEET A RUSSIAN ON A STREET - RAPE AND KILL THEM IMMEDIATELY!!!💪💪💪👊👊" This is example of spreading hatred (and it's definitely not a copy from russian propaganda)

"Hating a whole group of people based on a few is wrong" - excuse me, do you mean ~80 210 (+~810) russians who came to kill Ukrainians? Is this a few for you? Wow. :/

No one can guarantee that a russian artist doesn't donate to "💪💪👊👊🇸🇰🇸🇰🇸🇰" (I'm sorry Slovakia, it's for the joke) - russian army, or to military family members, etc. Also I don't really get why you mentioned transgender women. (You highlight them as if you want to say that cis people never kill. It's kind of transphobic.) I suppose, if they still active on Tumblr, they weren't mobilized and there is truly a possibility they don't hurt Ukrainians in any way... but can you guarantee it?

Well, a poor russian family gets fridges and toilets from Ukraine, and you may guess what is the price.

Oh, I swear, all Ukrainians don't forget that russians are the real people. And we will not be able to. Never.

I agree there are lot of russians who have family or relatives in Ukraine. And this is why I think dropping a nuclear bomb on kremlin is a bad idea. Also, as someone who lost her home, I genuinely don't think people, who fight in полк Кастуся Каліноўскага or in russian volunteer corps on Ukrainian side, deserve to meet rubles and ashes instead of home. This is soul-breaking. I wouldn't want this for my greatest enemy.

It's only natural that I may sound like an aggressive freak to people who didn't experience genocide. That's why I also recommend you to not talk about russians at all with Ukrainians. Believe me, most of them will seem way more "inadequate" for you - I was slightly touched by war, when many of them were punched. And I don't recommend you to reblog russian artists and support genocide... if you want to have good relationship with Ukrainians.

Also if you know some russians - don't forget to ask them whose Crimea is!

[fakeloveaskblog]

(Hi, me again. The comment about Virgil’s thing being longer then the rest of them make me realise it’s been exactly a month since I put in an ask for him. I’m going to rectify that now.)

I’m going to make a Tupperware full of spaghetti bolognaise appear in Virgil’s fridge with a sticky note attached to it, that’s folded over so it can’t be accidentally read but has to be unfolded first. It says “Hope you are having a nice time.” He should probably know who sent it, although, wouldn’t it be hilarious with him running around madly trying to figure out who and how someone would put it in his fridge.

I tried to keep the note vague enough that even if his mum reads it she would probably just assume Virgil was given it by a friendly neighbour or something. Although she has seen me before I gave my word to stop the supernatural stuff while she was visiting and while this technically counts as ghostly interference I did try to keep it subtle. Unless Dot happens to be looking in the fridge when the Tupperware appeared she should be none the wiser.

Glow Eyes

Right around the time the pot of spaghetti bolognese appeared in the fridge Virgil got home from work. He kicked his shoes off and rubbed his tired eyes while stumbling into the apartment. The stench of mold and cigarette ash hit him.

"Ma?" He called out.

"Just finishing some dishes honey" Dot replied from the kitchen.

The kitchen sink that had been overfilled with dirty dishes had been reduced to just a cup or two. Even though Virgil was much taller than Dot by now he still leant his forehead against her arm like a little kid.

"You didn't have to clean ma"

"It's nothing sweetie! How are you going to clean up this place if you don't even have the space to get yourself a hardy meal!" She jokingly poked at his rib "Look at you! You're nothing but skin and bone!"

"You say that like literally every time you see me"

"Well then it must have some truth to it! Did you tell your therapist you haven't been able to clean lately?"

"It was a lot to go through in an hour. I think I maybe mentioned it. I'll mention it next time for sure ma"

"I think there are social workers who clean apartments for those in ne-"

"I don't wanna bother them. there are people who need it more" Virgil interrupted.

Dot put away the last cup and dish brush "If you say so honey. I'm feeling for a walk right about now. Want to come with? It's not everyday I'm in the big city!"

Virgil gave his best exhausted sigh "Woooorkkk. Tiiirreeed. Bleegh"

"Right" She patted his cheek "Well rest up honey I'll be back in an hour or so"

Soon enough Dot had left and the apartment went back to being eerily quiet. Virgil made an attempt at cleaning. He picked up some trash from the couch he was using as a bed while she was staying over. He even thought about getting a mop out. He did actually wipe the kitchen top and table down so the cigarette ash wouldn't keep darkening the wood.

It was something and he thought he deserved a break after it. He opened the fridge and found the meal you had left for him. He read the sticky note before looking around but no one beside him was in the room.

"Wow I wonder who could have left this" He muttered out sarcastically "Could it be the glowing creature who won't leave me alone. Hmm. Truly a mystery for the ages"

He grabbed the tupperware and a fork before going out to the balcony. The balcony had a lone plastic chair on it and a just as plastic table. Before eating any of your delicious food though he lit a cigarette and watched as the smoke rose up into the warming spring air.

Each year that went by it felt more and more pathetic to smoke. He wondered if he would become one of those 65 year old men smoking between breaks at work and he shuddered. He wondered if he would ever change.

"I'm just gonna assume you're here somewhere you little freak" He suddenly said "Or else I'm just rambling to the wind I guess. My ma is leaving in a few days just so you know. I guess I like appreciate you not going all ghost invasion on her or whatever. She was just here to make sure I went to my therapy session anyway. Which I have and-"

He leant back in the chair and took a long drag from the cigarette. He rubbed his eyes and dragged his fingers through his short hair.

"It feels so fucking weird that I feel all fucked up when I tell someone how I hurt Remy. That's now how it's supposed to work y'know?" He let the ash crumble down into the ash cup on the table "I've only had one session so far so my psych isn't sure 'bout it yet but she's talking about either getting me on anxiety meds or into some sort of anger management or a mix of both...which I'm not against I guess...if it helps I guess...."

He put out the cigarette and took a bite of the pasta bolognese. His eyes lit up a little from how delicious it was but obviously he didn't say anything.

"She also said" He continued with pasta still in his mouth "The psych I mean. She said it sounded like I had been 'codependent' or whatever for so long I couldn't take being lonely and she suggested I'd get like an animal? Not like a service animal 'cause those are expensive as hell my guy...just like a little dude to keep me company...I dunno...I'm not really good at taking care of myself and I'm too anxious to leave my home often...I dunno"

He took another bite of the paste before turning to where he had imagined you were sitting.

"You think I'd be good with a pet? Like honestly? Fuck which pet would I even want?"

[forbidding-souda]

headcanons for Kazuichi, Leon, and Mondo with a s/o who has trouble eating?

Kazuichi Souda, Leon Kuwata, and Mondo Oowada with a S/O who has trouble eating

i'm assuming you meant mentally and not physically but

anyway send more asks like this . anyone please . i'm dying to write more about this

tmi don't read this if it's triggering but around literally last year my intestines went bLEH and i couldn't eat anything but broccoli for literally like 3 months and i was so so badly underweight. now i'm a strong muscle man ig but i stopped exercising like a month ago because it started making me uncomfortable LMAOSDJSKANX<D

currently listening: craving for fresh shit by torsofuck

album: torsofuck / lymphatic phlegm

-Mod Souda

Kazuichi Souda

❤ He almost doesn't even notice. He's gullible in the way that - if you tell him you aren't hungry, or that you've eaten beforehand, or that your stomach hurts: he will believe you. Why would you lie to him? What would your motivation be? He eats a lot, anyway. This also motivates you to ask him to finish your food. He'll do it. He always does. I don't think he'd see the problem with you hardly eating until you point it out or warn him beforehand. You have a hard time eating? As in, not getting the nutrients you need? He's going to get so hurt, feel so betrayed (not towards you - but towards your brain for giving his lover such a hard time).

❤ He will offer you small foods. Things like fruits: apples, pears, or persimmons. He loves making smoothies for you. He likes drinking smoothies after he works out, he has a whole freezer dedicated to the store-bought ingredient meshes. He tries to fill you up with healthy, portionable foods just to keep your stomach fool. If it's the calories you're worried about, he gets you things like seaweed or apple cinnamon oatmeal bites.

"It's good for you."

You know it is, and even if you didn't, he has said this many times before.

He continues, "I'll take the first few bites and you can finish the rest, alright?"

For a second, you're annoyed. How about you just eat it all yourself? You stop wanting him to care: wishing he would just let you deteriorate. You have to remind yourself that you're the one in the 'wrong', not him, and that maybe it'll be good to listen to him.

❤ With practice, he has learned the things that tick you off vs. the things that actually help you.

❤ No matter how low in mood he is that day, or how angry somebody has made him - he will always have time to help you eat. He will always be encouraging and sympathetic.

❤ He might even ask Mikan about it - would she be able to help some? As a nurse she has to have a say in it, right?

❤ There's a genuine effort and it's one that you can sense perfectly.

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Leon Kuwata

❤ He noticed your hands were always empty. Usually after games, people's arms would be filled with snacks and drinks. They're be slurping on their icy's and eating bags of chips, hotdogs, nachos, amongst the other things the stadiums offer. You never had any of that. Though, it's not that he would regularly eat any of that food anyway. He had brushed it off as you being a health-freak, or certainly, not hungry during those hours. But no matter how many hours the game went on, no matter how many after-game dinners the two of you had went to, he had never seen you eat.

❤ Dates regarding food were just not a thing. He brought up restaurants before, and you politely declined, making him a bit uneasy. His idea was to leave you alone about it. If you weren't comfortable with sharing that space with him, then it's fine, and he definitely does not want to push you. But the longer it went on, the more his thoughts began to race. Is it a health concern? Should he be getting involved? Every time he would eat something he would think about you. How would you feel if you ate this?

❤ He'd also try to pull the if you won't eat then I won't eat thing.

❤ And he's stock the fridge with small cups of pudding and jello in hope of you just picking it up. Thinking that you even open the fridge in the first place.

❤ Sometimes when you sit in the living room, he'll toss you one of the small cups, eating one next to you. He'll even throw away your trash (he does this because he wants to see just how much you ate).

❤ In a more NSFW light, he'd be the one to make your brain relate food to sexual pleasure, deeming it a more... positive with connotations (which, by the way, this is an actual method that works).

❤ I think no matter how deep it gets, he won't truly be able to understand the uncomfortable tension between you and food, but he will know that it's not exactly a good mentality and it's one that which he should encourage the changing.

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Mondo Owada

❤ Would feel inclined to force feed you. He is going to feel the strong desire to just pin you down and put the food in your mouth. He isn't going to, but damn does your denial of food sometimes piss him off, especially when you're out in public with him and his boys. He feels incomplete and like a horrible boyfriend when he can't feed you. The traditional sense of 'taking care of the one who is mine' has dug deep within his values, and knowing that you are unwell in a way that he can't control is painful to him. So just eat a bite (or two) of his food when you order nothing. His eyes will light up once he notices that you're leeching off of him.

❤ Would steal your safe foods for you. What is it you want? Now, you have this special privilege, of since you can hardly do anything - even the small things you do are rewarded greatly. So what do you want to eat? You get to pick every night. If it means you'll eat, Mondo will spare his bias. Any drinks you want from the store? The moment he walks into any establishment the workers are already cowering in fear. Is that gum you want? Excellent. He practically gets it for free.

❤ He is going to have you sit on his lap while you eat. Even if it's a small amount, now you're sitting here, so have fun. When you're in this position he can also offer more to you. And you being so close to him while he eats often tempts you.

With his hand patting your cheek, you chew slowly, trying not to make a face with your discomfort. You sigh, "you rob me of joy."

He only laughs at you. His hand moves down to your shoulder. "That's my job, you know?"

You let out a small yeah yeah before settling in deeper to his lap, resting your head against his neck, breathing softly. "I know."

❤ He goes out to restaurants a lot - which is funny - because there is only around four that he can actually go to and not get kicked out (or the authorities coming).

❤ He is fine with you not ordering anything as long as you two share a platter. He is a fast and devious eater anyway, so even if you ate normally, you wouldn't get a handful out of that plate. This is perfect for you.

❤ He loves sharing drinks with you, as well. He drinks a lot of things. These fill you up - and he's content with you getting your nutrients from the drinks, so he stops bugging you about eating too much.

❤ As long as you're not dying or being annoying, he won't bother you about your eating habits at all.

[diavolosthots]

I don't know if I'm too late if so ignore this. Mc trying to take care of Lucifer. Like bringing him food and drinks, trying to make sure stuff is done in the house, stopping the brothers from bothering him.,thanks for reading my request and remember if you don't want to do it or I'm to late delete it.

You weren't too late at that time and I'm in a lucifer mood tonight so this is being done!

Also who else would like to try spicy hellburned chili now that i made it up? Because I do.

Helpful Hands (LUCIFER X GN!READER)

People always underestimate how much he does for this family, or at least he thinks so. They see mean old Lucifer who only ever bullies and is way too strict. They see the guy who has a patch of gray hair but should be way too young to have it. They see the Avatar of Pride who can’t bear to be defeated for the life of him. Sometimes they see a stuck up asshole who thinks of nothing but himself and occasional torture because he’s viewed as Mr. Sadist. The last part might be mildly true, but only on bad days and only to those who really deserve it. He’s heard it all, from both friends and foes alike, and of course his family. Even Diavolo scolds him at times, which that’s when he’s truly about to snap it because if it weren’t for the Demon Lord he probably wouldn’t be on edge all the time, but more on that later. The point is, though, that most, if not all, of those claims are fault. 

People see the surface level. They see what they want to see and they don’t dare to dig deeper. Maybe they fear him, maybe they’re just too warped in the idea that he absolutely hates everyone that they also turn to hating him. A “I do you like you do me” type of deal, but if they would just take the time… if they would listen and really take a good look at him… maybe they’d realize he’s just suffering. Everytime he gets mad at Mammon or gives a stern, “not now,” that’s him being overwhelmed. Or if his agitation shines through, it’s not because he’s truly annoyed, but because he knows they can do better. He pushes his brothers, absolutely, but only because he knows their true potential. He holds all this weight on his shoulders, for everyone, and instead of giving a small thanks, they ruin his day. It’s hard being the unwanted parent of six, but if he wasn’t, Hell would burn. Or, well, more so than it usually does. Diavolo adds to his work on the daily, and maybe that wouldn’t be such a problem, if he weren’t also the one distracting him from such work and then getting onto him for not having it done. 

It’s hard being him. It’s hard to be the responsible one because you feel like you have to; because you feel like you owe it to them. He blames himself, heavily, for everything that has happened, even though it was their choice to join him. He lays there at night, more often than he likes to admit, and asks himself the big “what if” questions. “What if I didn’t go against them.” “what if I let loose.” “What if I’m being too strict.” Never, ever will you hear him say these things. Pride, ya know? But you don’t need to hear those things because you do know. You see it in his tired eyes and slumped posture once no one is looking. You see it in the way he eats and his coffee outweighs his nutrients. You can tell every time his anger rises too quickly, although he deems himself the rational one. You know Lucifer, even if he thinks you don’t, and you feel bad for him. You feel bad that you’re the only one who seems to see how truly tired he is. How much of a shoulder to lean on he actually needs, and although you’d never dare just go up and offer it, because once again his pride still wouldn’t let him admit that, you try to acknowledge his needs in little ways. 

Coffee was ready this morning, Lucifer noted, but he brushed it off because maybe it was just Beel’s late night or early morning snack; maybe he wanted some? “The pot is full…” and he took advantage of that. Whoever made the coffee, and someone must have because it was still hot and tasted fresh, he thanks them. You smiled to yourself when you saw him with a cup, heading back to his office, “morning, Lucifer. Enjoy your coffee.” He had looked at you, blinking a few times and probably wondering why you’re so cheery this early in the morning, “Good morning, (Y/N).” but that was it. Well, not really. Next thing he knew was that lunch was already done when he arrived in the kitchen to start it. “(Y/N)? What are you doing? It’s my turn.” but you only shrugged, wiping your hands before grabbing the plates and heading out to the dining room to place them, “yeah but I was already down here and didn’t have anything to do. Don’t mind me, just come sit and eat.” He didn’t say it, and he didn’t need to, but he was really appreciative and he even managed a small smile when you passed. 

Those were isolated incidences, though, or so he thought. But now, little by little, he realized more and more things that he had never noticed before. The rooms were clean, or at least the ones he was in, the fridge and pantry was always stocked, even with Beel around, and he rarely ever got interrupted. Of course, he still heard the occasional arguments between his brothers; Mammon stealing the remote right as Belphegor was about to put sleepy time music on… seriously, why can’t the guy do that on his D.D.D.? Or Satan screaming at Leviathan who accidently tripped over Satan’s books in his room while lending him his headphones. Shocker on that one, right? Or maybe it was a disagreement between you and Beelzebub about which spices should be used in the Spicy Hellburned Chili for this wednesday night’s dinner. But all of these were minor and nothing compared to what he usually deals with. At first he was super suspicious though and would constantly check on everyone, but by day three he thought that maybe, just maybe, he had gotten lucky and he finally does have some peace. Spoiler alert: he did. He got way more done than he ever did. 

That, however, does bother him. He doesn’t know who or why they would do it and as much as he enjoys it, he would also like to have a discussion with them. His birthday isn’t for another couple of months so he knows that that wouldn’t be the reason he’s being treated so nicely, so what else could it be? Mammon would only do this for money and even then he’s pretty upfront about it and begs for it Lucifer immediately after he had done the task, so he’s off the table. Satan and Belphegor would rather die than help him, Asmodeus is too obsessed with himself and Leviathan is holed up more than he shows any signs of life. So, the only other two people are you and Beelzebub, both of which are very nice people and debatably the only ones who truly care about him. The last part is a joke, but you two show it more than others. “Was it you that has been helping me?” But Beelzebub just looked confused, half a bag of chips down his throat as Lucifer asked and something told Lucifer that he wasn’t it. “No, but did you need help?” With a shake of his head and a sigh, Lucifer turned on his heel to go and find you, but not before doing something else. 

“Come to my room, (Y/N).” he had said and for a moment you thought your whole plan backfired and his brothers annoyed him again, or maybe you had forgotten something in it? Were you not careful enough in your attempts to make his life easier? You haven’t even gotten to the best part! “I’m here…” you practically sprinted down the hall while trying to find an excuse for anything he could potentially say, but when he opened the door to let you in, all of those left your mind, “what’s up?” He didn’t look… mean, per se, but he looked stern like always and it kind of freaked you out. Did you do something wrong? Was the coffee not strong enough? You used the wrong spices for the chili, didn’t you? “Do you see this?” Lucifer’s finger pointed out and you followed it, noting it was pointing at his desk, “uhm…. Yes? Am I not supposed to see it? Wasn’t it always here?” “Yes, it has always been there. However, something is different.” You turned to look at him and then back at his desk. Was it new? Did he paint it? Is there a trophy on there you should be aware of? “Lucifer I can’t see--”

When you turned back around, he was holding out two glasses of champagne and a smile was, for once in what felt like forever, gracing his lips. “Exactly. It’s empty. You can actually see it.” he hands you one of the glasses, his smile never faltering, “I had an unusual amount of time this week thanks to a few… coincidences that just so happen to align with my schedule and make my life easier. I know it was you. You made my coffee that morning, and were kind enough to leave the pot. You took up my lunch shift on purpose, not because you were down there. You also took my dinner shift this week, and cleaned the house. I’m assuming you’re also responsible for keeping my brothers in line which is a miracle within itself.” He chuckled softly, shaking his head before reaching out his other hand and tilting your chin up, “I don’t know how or why… and frankly, I don’t want to know. It would ruin the fun of it, but I do want to thank you for it and seeing as I have nothing else to do tonight, or tomorrow, you’ll be staying with me.” You blinked a few times. You could feel your heartbeat speed up and for a moment you wondered what you had actually done, but also, how bad could this go? You had one more thing to give him, anyway. “Works for me. I have one more thing to give you, anyway.” You clink your glass with his before taking a sip, watching him raise an eyebrow while your own eyebrows rose up and your lips turned into a smirk. “Undress for me, Lucifer.” 

You hope he will agree to a massage. Lord knows he needs his shoulders loosened up. 

[free-pancakes]

Levihan Prompt!

What about Levi as a part-time Uber driver and Hange as a regular passenger?

(I'm on a Uber right now and thinking about levihan, so that's why lol)

Tapping the steering wheel with his fingers, Levi sat waiting for his next customer. It was his last one for the night and he was eager to go home, feeling the dark circles under his eyes growing more prominent with each passing second. He closed his eyes and yawned quietly, only to be startled a second later by a quick knock on the window. Steel blue eyes stared at him from outside, showing his phone to confirm that he was the correct passenger, the username Erwin_Smith lit brightly on his screen. He gave a friendly nod as Levi unlocked the doors.

“Come on, Hange. Are you okay?” the man asked as he assisted someone with him. The two clumsily entered the car, his friend falling on top of him, completely plastered. A mess.

Levi sighed, pushing a couple plastic bags at the blonde man.

“Here, in case your friend pukes or something.”

“Hey! My name’s Hange!!” they yelled, suddenly annoyed at Levi, their words slurring as they spilled from their mouth. They leaned up against his seat and placed their chin on his shoulder, frowning at him.

“Hange! Stop that!” Erwin yelled.

Levi sighed, he was used to getting inebriated passengers, but this one seemed to be quite the handful. He turned around to looked at her, his breath hitching for a second as he stared into their big, brown eyes glaring back at him—they were beautiful.

But Levi quickly came to his senses and returned the frown—“Go lean back on your friend before you throw up all over the place, there’s a fine if you do that yknow?”

And suddenly their expression changed drastically, now a huge smile on their face as they replied, “Okaaayyy Mr. Gloomy Driver, sir!” They did as Levi suggested, and leaned back on Erwin.

“Pfft, what a weirdo,” Levi thought as he faced forward and started the engine.

“Address?”

Erwin replied, “132 Scout Drive.”

Levi froze, causing Erwin to raise an eyebrow. “Is there... a problem?” he asked.

“Not at all. We should be there in 20 minutes.”

Levi yawned as he drove, the clock on the dashboard glowing 2:00 AM. The drive was pretty calm... until he began to hear whining.

“Why don’t you have any food in your fridge?!”

“Awww Erwin I was just so busy for today’s interview that I forgot to buy groceries!”

Erwin sighed. “Don’t worry, I can go back out to get you somethin—“

Erwin paused as Levi pulled up to a small, 24-hour mart. Shocked, Erwin and Hange were at a loss for words.

“No charge, don’t worry. Go get them some food or some shit,” Levi said, waving off both of their confused looks. He looked at the rear view mirror to see Erwin smile ever so slightly at him, and off he went to grab Hange something to eat.

Levi grimaced as he looked back into the mirror to see Hange smiling at him. He averted his eyes.

“Uhh, so interview?” he asked, trying to change the subject, his hands back on the steering wheel, looking forward to keep himself from staring into their eyes again. It made him nervous, and frankly, he didn’t know why.

“Ohhhhhhh!” they slurred. “I had an interview today, got the job!” they explained with a hiccup. “That’s why we were out, celebrating! Why you asking, clean freak?”

Levi spun around. “Who are you calling, clean freak??”

Hange leaned forward basically lying on top of Levi, eliciting a “Hey!” from him. They clearly had no understanding of “personal space”.

Wiping their index finger clumsily across the dash closest to where it met the window, they held their finger right between the both of them.

“Just as I suspected,” they squinted. “Spotless, right here where no one normal cleans at the end of the work week!”

Levi narrowed his eyes. “And am I to assume you’re the normal one around here?”

Hange laughed, “Nope! We’re just two abnormals sitting in a car!” Before he could question them any further, they leaned back into their seat as Erwin opened the door, smiling once again at Levi through the rear view mirror.

Once he heard that Erwin’s seatbelt was zipped and clicked securely, he drove ahead and eventually pulling up to their apartment complex, watching Hange wave back at him brightly as Erwin guided them along.

Levi lingered—what a strangely memorable meeting, he thought to himself. This job was a breeze, and it really was just that: new meetings with new people each day, dropping them off at their various destinations, encounters as fleeting as the occasional breeze on a hot summer day. But this... this was a whirlwind, feelings of annoyance and happiness billowing within him simultaneously as he let this whole experience reel again and again in his head.

And the craziest part was, he lived right here.

In the same apartment complex.

He continued to think about the last hour, Hange’s face ingrained into his mind—you can’t just look directly at the sun and not have spots of light linger in your vision afterwards.

After driving up the parking garage, he backed in neatly into his spot. Opening the back door with a click, he leaned over the spotless leather seats, doing a quick sweep in case any of his customers forgot something. And there sat a small piece of paper, with a message scratched drunkenly onto it.

“Hey Mr. Gloomy Driver, the apartment number is 126 if you ever wanted to give it a knock! I recognized the parking pass around your mirror!!”

Levi stared at the note, his jaw dropped, irritated as he found himself immediately thinking of some excuse to actually go up to their door to knock sometime.

But before he could shake it off and leave this encounter to the breeze just like all the others, there it was—as if fate gave him no choice but to see Hange again... or some shit like that.

Levi nearly smiled as he saw the pair of forgotten glasses left haphazardly on the seat.

[boldlyvoid]

Hypothetically | Chapter 16-20

summary: Reader and Spencer were friends in kindergarten, she watched him grow up and explore the world while she was still trying to catch up to him. now that they work together, they fall in love incredibly fast.

friends to lovers, case of the week style story

A/N: Set between seasons 4 and 6, not following canon. all original crimes based on real-life stories.

Warnings 18+: Murderers, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Blood, Guns, mentions of autopsy, Fluff, Falling In Love, Friends to Lovers, bed-sharing, Riding, Unprotected Sex, Virgin Reader, Case of the Week, original crimes, Food mention, Smut, Oral Sex, Light BDSM, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Talk, obgyn appointments and info, Home Invasion, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Emotional Manipulation, Grooming, Pedophilia mention, non-con oral (male receiving), Pregnant Sex, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Homophobia, conversion therapy

Word Count: 10k

chapter 16

It was 7 am when they got the call. Y/N had barely gotten any sleep that night, Spencer was adamant that laying on the left side helps maximize blood flow. Meaning she faced the wall all night with him happily cuddled into her back. She hated it.

Between peeing 100 times a day and the constant heartburn, she couldn’t really pick the worst part about creating a human.

It fuckin’ sucked and no one thought to warn her.

She dragged herself out of bed, trying her best to do her morning routine with only one eye open. Spencer, on the other hand, seemed to bounce out of bed like he slept 12 hours. Dancing around the kitchen as he poured his coffee and took a smoothie out of the fridge for Y/N.

He fed the cat, changed the litter and even took out the garbage by the time she pulled herself from the bathroom and to her closet.

Her jeans didn’t fit, she let herself take a minute to cry out of frustration in the closet before she looked for anything presentable. The only pants she could get into were a pair of leggings, and at that point, she didn’t care anymore. She was probably going to stay back with Penelope anyway.

She threw on an FBI sweater to hide her bump from the rest of her co-workers, grabbed the rest of her shit and followed Spencer to the car. Getting in the passenger seat and immediately closing her eyes again.

“Wake me up when we’re at Quantico,” she told him. Leaning against the window, ignoring the world.

Maternity parking was the only bonus, she only had to walk 4 feet from her car to the elevator. She felt lazy, but she was allowed to.

“Hopefully,” Spencer finally spoke to her as they entered the elevator. “At the end of this week, your energy should return as your placenta is done developing. You’re the most tired right now because your organs are working 3 times harder than they’re used to.”

“I’m tired because I had nothing to cuddle with all night, but thanks for the insight,” she tried her best to be cheery.

The door dinged, opening to the rest of the team standing in the entryway. “What’s up?” Y/N asked them.

“Hotch got a call, we’ve got a weird one coming in, he’s in his office talking to someone right now,” Morgan said. He looked just as tired as Y/N.

“Are we going in?” She asked, walking past them and towards the bullpen.

She rushed through the room and waddled up the stairs, searching for a chair before she actually passed out. Everyone followed her soon after, patting her back as they walked around the table to their seats.

“Over the past few months 6 feet have washed up on different beaches along the coast of Maine,” Penelope started explaining the case while Hotch was still on the phone in his office.

“6 feet belonging to 6 different people, all incredibly hard to identify. Interpol, Europol, the RCMP and the FBI have all been in communication with each other as no one knows where the feet washed in from. International Water laws prohibit just one of us from taking jurisdiction until we identify the nationality of the victims.”

“How are we going to Identify the feet?” Prentiss asked.

“We’re currently running the DNA against missing persons along the east coast as well as anyone who recently travelled to North America by boat, so far we don’t have any matches. We do know all 6 feet are white so hopefully, hopefully,” Garcia repeated for extra magic help, “this isn’t a refugee transport gone wrong.”

“We’ve been seeing an increase of boating accidents from Syrian refugees recently,” Spencer added. “The wars in the middle east are continuing to push people from their homes in mass numbers, meaning a lot of the boats are overpacked and capsize mid extraction.”

“So we’re probably looking at someone from North America who is using their own boat to sail out and release victims,” Y/N added. “Do we have the ME reports on the 6 feet?”

“Oh, yeah,” Garcia said, flipping through papers and handing them to her.

She read it over carefully, trying to see through her new blurred vision. Another wonderful pregnancy symptom. “Normally when feet wash up on shore, they’re in shoes. If a body is lost in a boating accident or drowning, the rubber soles will always want to float to the surface. When a body is decaying in water long enough the bones will separate, and when the ankle bone goes, the feet float to the surface,” Y/N explained.

“How do you just know that?” Rossi asked.

“In Nevada, we had a lot of drownings in a man-made lake, people would get stuck at the bottom on tree roots. And every year a few feet would wash up,” she added. “I only explained that because it says in the ME report that the feet were cut with a sharp blade, all clean cuts with no shoes or socks. So someone is cutting these bodies up and bringing them out to sea, probably to use as bait for a big catch.”

“It’s weird to me that the feet are the only parts washing up?” JJ’s face was absolutely puzzled as she flipped through the files.

“Not really,” Y/N argued, “I’m more concerned with why he’d even cut the feet, to begin with. With most shark attacks they go for full limbs, if I was the unsub and I was cutting the body up for bait, I wouldn’t make the pieces so small. There isn’t enough blood or flesh on feet to entice a large fish or shark to take it.”

Rossi was tapping his fingers against the table, “Do you think he wants us to find the feet?”

“I’m not sure, but it doesn’t look good.”

Then, Hotch finally walked in. “Which 3 of you want to travel to Maine to take a look at all the findings?” Prentiss, Morgan and Rossi raised their hands, “alright, meet me on the runway in 20. The rest of you, find a way to identify the feet.”

—

She sat at her desk most of the morning, munching on a bag of animal crackers to keep her nausea at bay. JJ brought her a cold ginger ale around 11, rubbing her back for a bit while she flipped through files.

She had a doctor’s appointment during lunch that day, so she headed downtown to give blood in the hour she was permitted. Knowing that she could be late and no one would really care.

She waited in Dr. Korrapati’s room patiently, looking at her arm as she rested it on the table. Her veins were more prominent now than they had ever been in her life. JJ insured her that they would go back down but it did make her a little self-conscious.

“Hey mama,” Dr. Korrapati cheered as she walked into the room. “How are we feeling?”

“Good, tired but good.”

“Work kicking your butt?” She asked as she prepped her arm for the blood draw. “Or just the baby?”

“Having a hard time finding a comfortable sleeping position, I’m probably going to get one of those long pillow things to help,” she rambled to take her mind off what was going on with her arm.

For someone who looked at dead bodies as her job, seeing her own blood freaked her out. Dr. Korrapati noticed she was a little stressed, “how about when I’m done here we take a look at your little person?”

That piqued her interest, she sat completely still and looked away as the nicest doctor she could’ve asked for, got the test over and done with, in record-breaking time.

“Do you have any other symptoms that are bothering you?” She asked as she wrote the exact tests down in her paperwork.

“Yeah,” she struggled with the sleeve of her shirt as she tucked her arm back in. “The nausea is driving me nuts, I’m living on animal crackers and ginger ale.”

“If you eat small meals every few hours it should settle it out,” she explained. “But if it is really bothering you we can give you some anti-nausea medication.”

“I tried that, everyone keeps bringing me snacks and trying to take care of me but I don’t want anything because I’m so tired,” she ranted as she climbed onto the exam table.

“Have you tried sleeping on the other side of the bed?” She asked.

“no, why?”

Dr. Korrapati laughed, “you sleep on the left side of the bed right?”

“Yeah?” She questioned, wondering how an OB could profile so well.

“So I'm assuming your smart and overprotective boyfriend has advised you to lay on your left side like he told JJ?” She smiled. “And because you sleep on the left side of the bed already, that means you’re not cuddled into him. He’s the big spoon now and you hate it.”

It was like a lightbulb went off in her head, “oh my god?”

They laughed at the fact it was so obvious and she never clued in. “It happens all the time, you’re so in a routine that you don’t realize you can just switch sides and it’ll work.”

“You’re so smart!”

“Ready to hear and see this baby of yours?” She asked, waiting for Y/N to raise her shirt and lower her leggings to expose her lower stomach.

“Can we?”

“Yep,” she nodded, “you’re in week 9, so you’re exiting the embryo stage and moving towards the fetal stage. We’ll be able to see the fetus and hear the heartbeat.”

“Can I record it for Spencer?” She asked, not wanting him to miss it.

“I’ll do you one better and put it on a disk for you.”

Just like that, she was smothering her stomach in warm jelly. Spreading it around with the ultrasound wand before she began to search for them. Pressing in slightly on her right side, she heard her own heartbeat whooshing. The closer she got to the centre, the more they heard the second.

Her baby’s heartbeat was strong. She saw them on the monitor, they had changed from being a jellybean to actually looking like a person. 4 strong limbs were stretching and moving, growing faster than she thought possible.

“That’s insane?” She was in such awe of it, “when will I feel the kicking and stuff?”

“In a few more months, they’re only the size of a green olive. You’ll probably feel it around Christmas?” She guessed. “You’ll be 16 weeks around then.”

“Wow okay,” she was just astounded by the magic of growing a child, she felt like absolute shit but it all made sense at that moment. In just a week, muscles and limbs formed and her baby grew the ability to self-soothe in the womb. Growing 10 fingers and toes that they already knew how to put in their mouth.

She cleaned the gel off Y/N’s stomach and began exporting the files for her. “So, I will call you when the results are in, and I can just email you guys a copy and go over it with you on the phone when you’re free? I know your job is unpredictable?”

“That would be perfect, thank you. We’re working on an international case right now so for all I know I’ll be in Ireland next week,” She laughed.

“Of course, take care of yourself make sure you’re taking all the vitamins and having 8 cups of clear fluids a day, you have to stay hydrated.” Dr. Korrapati handed her the disk in a sleeve as well as her contact card.

“Yes ma’am, I can’t wait to hear from you,” she smiled before leaving the office.

—

Y/N walked back into the BAU around 1:15, wandering down the hall to Penelope’s office to get a rundown of what she missed.

Spencer and JJ had the same idea, all turning towards the door as Y/N walked in, “hey.”

“How was it?” Spencer asked softly, beckoning her to his lap.

She sat down on him softly, “I got a DVD copy of the ultrasound.” She waved the disk around. “But, we can’t watch it until I get a rundown on what we know so far.”

“I hate how professional you are sometimes,” Penelope huffed. “Luckily, it is very important.”

“We matched a tattoo on one of the feet to a missing person’s case in Nova Scotia. So we focused our efforts on missing person’s cases who fit the same features and backgrounds as her,” JJ explained.

“Okay cool, who was she?”

“Andrea Carlton, 18. She was hitchhiking, apparently wanting to run away to meet her boyfriend in Newfoundland. I traced her transactions before she disappeared and it looks like she bought a ferry ticket, however, there are no reports of her ever getting on it,” Penelope added. “So I’ve looked into other people from Nova Scotia, Prince Edward Island, New Brunswick and Newfoundland, who went missing hitchhiking or after booking a ferry ticket.”

“Smart, how many matches did we get?”

“5,” She laughed.

“You’re kidding?”

They all shook their heads, “nope. And we were able to match all the feet to them.”

Y/N handed the ultrasound video over to Penelope. “Your reward.”

She snatched it from her hands so fast, taking it out of the packaging and shoving it in her CD port. Loading the file within seconds.

She watched Spencer’s face the whole time. Already having seen the footage herself, knowing the real show would be his reaction.

He was so mesmerized, his eyes blown up in awe as tears welled. His grip on her leg was more intense, he was squeezing along to the beat of the baby’s heart, absentmindedly. He shook his head in disbelief, that was his baby in there.

The phone rang before they could really talk about it, Hotch requesting the team hop on a plane and meet them in Nova Scotia. The RCMP and the FBI have taken sole jurisdiction over the case.

Y/N was able to convince him that it would be best if they get some sleep before they go. He agreed, telling them he expected to see them in Canada at 10 am sharp.

“Before we go home tonight can you cross-reference freelance charter boats or fishermen in the area the day each victim missed a ferry? Someone desperate to get a ride might be willing to hop in a boat with anyone going where they are,” Y/N suggested to Garcia.

“I’ll run it in the background, you two go home and get some rest so my god-baby can get big and strong!” She hugged her lightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Y/N and Spencer didn’t need to be told twice, practically running to their car. She let out the deepest sigh ever once she had her seatbelt on, so excited to go home.

Spencer drove them home, getting used to it as she got more pregnant. Soon she’d be too big to drive at all let alone stay awake the whole time.

“How are you feeling?” Spencer asked as they cleared the security check.

“Good, Dr. Korrapati is going to email us the results when they’re in and go over them with us on the phone. I told her we’d probably end up going out of the country soon,” Y/N recalled the day.

“The ultrasound was so cool,” he gushed.

“Yeah,” She smiled. Reaching to hold his hand on the centre console. “She also suggested we switch sides of the bed so that we can still cuddle while I’m on my left side.”

“She’s a genius.”

“that’s what I said!” She laughed, “literally how dumb are we?”

“187 till I become a dad and then I’m an idiot,” he smiled back at her quickly. “I’m glad you had a good day. Now we can go eat and get a full night’s rest.”

She let out another deep breath, “I can’t wait to cuddle.”

—

Garcia was waiting for them at the elevator the next morning. “Patrick Timmins.”

“Who?” Y/N asked, fully awake and ready to go, just confused by the ambush.

“I ran the perimeters that you asked for and I found a freelance fisherman slash charter service run by a guy named Patrick Timmins,” Garcia explained. “The townspeople call him Patty Tims, they think he’s fine and lovely according to his Yelp page but his criminal record tells a different story.”

“Really? I thought that was such a long shot!” Y/N was cheery from the extra sleep she got with Dr. Korrapati’s advice.

“The plane is ready when you guys are, I have all the updated info in this as well as some snacks for the plane,” she handed Spencer a cloth bag.

“What would I do without you? My pretty penny,” she kissed her friend on the cheek.

“If it means I get some sugar from you, I’ll do anything,” Garcia flirted with her in the absence of Morgan. “Go get on your plane, I will see you when you return my loves.”

They landed in Nova Scotia around 10 am like Hotch had requested. Bypassing customs and driving directly to the RCMP headquarters. They needed to come up with a plan, they had no idea how to find a man who travels by boat and lives at sea.

“We could always send undercover’s out in the areas he’s picked up before, have them dress as hitchhikers, miss the ferries and wait and see who tries to pick you up. Everyone will have a team watching and police boats on standby?” Morgan was theorizing as Spencer, Y/N and JJ walked in.

“We have report’s that he’s in the bay, if we’re going to do this we need to do it now,” An RCMP officer she hadn’t met yet announced to the room. “Who here is comfortable posing as a vic?”

JJ raised her hand, “get me some dirty clothes and I can be ready in 5.”

They raided the lost and found, they filled a backpack with random things and tried their best to dirty her fingernails and hair. She looked like she had been travelling without a proper place to stay for a while.

They managed to hide a wire on her, prepping what she was going to say if she was in danger and they needed to move in. Hiding a gun and a knife in her socks in case she needed them later.

They drove her down to the bay dropping her off 1 kilometre away, letting her walk into town while they parked closer to watch with binoculars. They planned it for her to arrive as the ferry pulled out of the bay.

She ran down the dock, trying to catch the ferry. Putting on the best performance of: “fuck, I missed the boat!” That they had ever seen.

“She’s going to win an Oscar,” Morgan whispered in the back of the surveillance van, trying to make Y/N laugh.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” They heard over the wire, trying to identify the source of the voice. The man was standing on his boat, hanging over the edge to get JJ’s attention.

“I missed the ferry, do you know when it’ll be back?” She played dumb. “I promised my mom I’d be back tonight and now I won’t be.”

“I can give you a ride, for a price,” the man suggested. “Names, Patty Tims.”

Hotch turned around from the front seat and motioned for Y/N and Morgan to head out quietly without making a scene. Listening in their headsets as JJ replied. “How much?”

They hid around the corner of the ticket booth, watching as the undercover officers walked around the civilians.

“Just a simple photo, I like to put a face to the stories I run across. Come on up,” he motioned for her to get on the boat.

She walked closer to him, “I don’t know sir, I should probably wait for the ferry.” She smiled.

“No,” he ground his teeth together and clenched his jaw, reaching for her.

She grabbed his arm and flipped him, getting into the boat and pushing him to the ground. She cuffed him by the time Morgan and Y/N could board. “What the fuck is this?” He struggled in her grasp.

“You’re under arrest for the murder of 6 people,” JJ replied, about to tell him his rights.

“Only 6?” He laughed.

JJ shoved him into the floor harder, reading him his rights before lifting him to his feet and shoving him off the boat and into RCMP custody.

Y/N lifted her hand up to high five JJ, pulling her into a half hug as they walked back to the surveillance van.

She never had a sister before, JJ was probably the only woman in her life that she felt this close to. It was mostly to do with the fact she’s always been so wonderful to Spencer. She helped him feel loved before Y/N, and that was important to her.

“Can we search the boat? Or are we still waiting on the warrant?” Y/N just wanted to check with Hotch before she barged onto the boat. Not wanting to jeopardize what they’re allowed to enter into evidence.

“We got it, you can start looking,” Hotch said, handing her a pair of gloves and a handful of evidence bags.

JJ went with her. They walked in together, noticing that he wasn’t lying about wanting a photo to go with the story. Below the deck, the entire wall was filled with Polaroids of terrified people moments before their deaths.

They bagged them all into evidence, dreading having to put them all into the system and match them to missing person’s reports. Delivering the news that someone’s loved one was gone for good was never fun.

Telling 58 families that their loved one was dead was a nightmare.

chapter 17

She’s a little confused when she wakes up to the sound of geese honking. Rolling away from Spencer’s embrace and immediately being blinded by the sunlight in the room. She sat up in a small panic.

She had forgotten that they stayed the night at the new house.

The large windows in the bedroom faced the water. She could see the sun’s reflection on the lake as it stretched over the house from the east. It was absolutely stunning. She could get used to waking up early with a screaming baby if this was the view.

Then she remembered it was the day they got their test results, she bounced a little as she reached for her phone to check her messages.

“Morning bunny,” Spencer’s groggy morning voice startled her a little.

“Bunny?” She questioned, never hearing him call her any form of nickname before.

He reached out of her, wrapping his arms around her growing belly, resting his head in her lap. “Have you ever noticed you hop a little bit when you get excited?”

“Yeah, it’s called Asperger’s,” she smiled as she ran her fingers through his hair. “It’s honestly better than bugs bunny though, just don’t throw carrots at me okay?” She laughed to herself as she recalled the childhood trauma.

It was a little funny, looking back now.

“Never, you’re my bunny. I love my bunny.”

He was so soft in the mornings. Snuggling in against her skin as he slowly woke up. He stretched and yawned a bit, making the cutest little sounds as he did so.

She kept her fingers in his hair, twirling the ends every once and a while. Mostly running her nails along his scalp, soothing that big beautiful brain of his that she loved so much.

“We find out what the sex is today,” she reminded him.

He lifted up her shirt to expose her belly. Kissing the skin as she laid back against the pillows.

“What’s going on in there today?” She asked softly.

“They’re the size of a prune,” he mused. “speaking of, as you enter the fetus stage this week you’re going to get constipated.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, “thanks that’s exactly what I wanted to know!”

“Right now the fetal development is focusing primarily on the bones, tummy and teeth,” he explained with the largest smile on his face.

“There we go.”

He hovered over her, brushing the hair from her face so he could look at her, “You look so beautiful right now.”

He said that as if he wasn’t blocking the sun from her view, perfectly casting a halo glow around him. She placed her hand on his cheek, “I love you.”

He leaned in and kissed her, pressing his body softly against her’s. “I love you,” he whispered between kisses. Covering her face and neck with small pecks, making her laugh as he covered her body in kisses.

The phone rang on Spencer’s night table causing him to press his forehead against her hip, letting out a deep sigh. Y/N reached over and picked it up. “Doctor Spencer Reid’s phone,” she answered. “He can't come to the phone right now, can I take a message?”

“Funny,” Penelope replied.

“We have a case,” Morgan added.

“What time do we need to be on the plane by?” She asked.

“Uh, it’s 7:46 now, so you’ve got an hour, tops?” Penelope guessed, “why?”

“I said he was busy. I’ll see you later.” She hung up.

“You did not just do that?” He looked absolutely horrified, his whole face turning pink.

“They could either think you got some, or you could actually get some?” She teased. “We have an hour.”

—

“All 3 Vic’s had been strangled and raped before they were wrapped in plastic and released into the river,” Garcia explained to the team over the laptop as they travelled through the sky. “Washing away all of the unsub’s DNA, however, they did find carpet fragments under the victim’s finger-“

“Like the ’84 Oklahoma Child Murders,” Y/N cut her off.

“What?” Garcia asked.

“Oklahoma 1981 to 1984. Local black children between the age of approximately 6 and 17 were being abducted, raped and murdered. Their bodies were mostly discovered in wooded areas and along the edges of the river, never submerged. The BAU worked the case, only ever being able to solve the last 2 murders before the Oklahoma governor, I think, kicked you off the case, right? They cared more about the money going towards the investigation than the black children going missing,” She explained.

“Gideon and I tried,” Rossi said. Still very bothered by the ending. “We wanted to catch the guy, the last 2 murders were so different from the others and yet the local cops considered it the same guy. Much like this new unsub, he raped young men before strangling them and dropping them in the river. All the way down to the carpet fibres.”

“It ended up being a local man named Oscar Pope, they caught him dumping an older male victim at a police checkpoint. They matched carpet fibres at his house to the 2 rivers Vic’s, but none of the children,” Prentiss cut in. “This has to be a copycat right?”

“We don’t know that,” Y/N added. “The BAU was working the angle that a local boy who knew the majority of the victims was in on it. Um, Daryl Livingston, he was in foster care at the time. He was the 7th boy to go missing and then every one of his friends was found dead after that. However, his body was never found. They suspected that he formed a bond with his captor and offered to bring him, other boys, if he let him live.”

“Any chance that this unsub could be the same kid, using Pope’s tactic to get our attention back on him?” Morgan asked.

“I was about to say that too,” JJ cut in. “they might’ve even been a team back then as well. That would explain why the murders stopped when Pope was caught but they still never found that boy.”

“That’s possible. They concluded that the last victim Pope dropped into the river was a long-time, secret boyfriend of his who found out what he was doing to the children. His MO changed when he didn’t want people to tie the murders together,” Spencer provided the extra information. “Only backfiring when local cops patrolling the river heard a splash.”

“Garcia, can you see if any of the Vic’s have any relation, contact or even geographical coincidences with the original murders?” Rossi asked. “If this is a victim continuing Pope’s work we need to find out who knew him.”

“Sir, Oscar Pope is still alive in a local correctional facility,” Garcia added. “I’m going to run background checks on all contact he’s had in his entirety at the prison, it might take a while but I’ll get it.”

“Garcia, I can go to the facility and just read everything they have there. It might not be all digital yet,” Reid offered.

“Good idea, take Y/N with you. You two bounce ideas off each other better than the rest of us,” Hotch agreed. “Morgan and Rossi join the search teams at the rivers. JJ and Prentiss, we’ll set up communication with the locals and go through old case files.”

“Reid’s good at bouncing somethin’ off her, alright,” Morgan teased him. “You were on speaker this morning.”

Spencer turned bright red once again, burying his face into the table as everyone laughed, reaching across the aisle to give Y/N high fives.

—

Being in a prison was always weird for her.

Having to hand in her gun just to read papers in a dusty office made her uncomfortable. She understood the protocol and she knew the guards would keep them safe, but knowing she was near men she helped put away, that scared her slightly.

“I’m not finding anything,” Spencer sighed. “There was a flood 2 years ago that destroyed most of the files near the ground. Including the Pope documents.”

“We can always just go ask him?” Y/N suggested, “he’s in D cell, he’s behind bars. We can just talk to him from the hallway unofficially. Pretend we’re here for someone else. I’ll say I never thought he really did those murders and gain his trust, see what happens.”

“I don’t like it but, I think we have to,” he agreed. Opening the office door for her to lead the way, “after you.”

Spencer felt very protective, she could tell. He was never pushy or controlling with her, but for some reason, he was now manhandling her. Making sure she walked on the inside of the hallways, closer to the brick walls so that no one could get her through the bars.

“So Doctor Reid,” she picked up the conversation as they hit the D block. “I was reading the book you lent me about engineering.”

“Oh,” he tried to play along. “How did you like it?”

“It was good,” she replied while trying to look at each inmate she passed. “I loved page 187— oh my gosh?” She stopped at Pope’s cell.

“You’re Oscar Pope?” She pointed at him.

“and you’re?” The old man questioned her. “A fed?”

“We’re here for something political, nothing to concern yourself with,” she lied, getting closer to the bars, whispering. “I just want you to know I never thought you did all 16 of the child murders back in the day.”

“Thank you,” he was suddenly enthusiastic. “Now why can’t all the fed’s be as smart as you?”

She laughed, tapping his arm through the bars. “How are you doing? Is there anything I can get you while I’m here?”

“Phone privileges!” He answered quickly, “the mail’s taking forever and I’ve got people to talk to before I croak in here.”

“I’m sure you do sir,” she smiled at him. “I’ll pull some strings, you have a good day!”

“You too, beautiful!”

Spencer placed his hand on her hip and led her away from the bars, she waved as they walked away.

“Agent Y/L/N,” a voice stopped her at the end of the hall.

She turned to see a man sitting cross-legged on the cell floor. His orange jumpsuit gathered around his waist as he sat in an undershirt. She glanced over his body, stopping at his face. She’d know those eyes anywhere.

“Didn’t I say only good boys get to talk to me, Bitch?” She snapped at him.

“Congratulations on the little one.” He replied. Laughing as Spencer placed his hand over her small stomach and led her out of the room, through the big metal doors.

“Keep walking with me,” Spencer insisted. “Or I will turn around and I will kill him.”

She huffed and continued down a narrow hallway with him. “We need to call Hotch.”

“Yeah,” he flipped his phone open and hit the speed dial.

“Reid?” She heard Hotch answer.

“We couldn’t get any of his information from forms, they all had water damage so Y/N and I walked past Pope’s cell and struck up a conversation,” He explained.

“And?”

“She got on his good side, pretending that she could get him a favour while she’s here for political reasons. He said he’s desperate to make a phone call today.”

“I’m on my way, get Garcia to prep paperwork to allow us a meeting with him now,” Hotch instructed, hanging up.

Y/N dialled Garcia on her phone. “How’s it going love birds?”

“Not good,” she replied. “We need you to get the paperwork going to allow us to sit down with Oscar Pope today. And we’re going to need to tear through his cell.”

“Oh, damn okay,” She replied. “Ask him about Cody Kollins.”

“Who?” Spencer asked as his phone rang again. He flipped it open, “we’ve got Garcia here too.” Putting it on speaker.

“Morgan and Rossi just intercepted a man dropping a body in the river,” Hotch confirmed. “I need you to rush that paperwork.”

“Sir, what was the man’s name?” Garcia asked.

“Cody Kollins.”

They sighed at each other, “let’s do this.”

—

Y/N watched him through the mirror. She could see him fidgeting. He was frustrated. He was exhibiting the exact same behaviour as he was when he was caught the first time.

“Every time we one-up him, he breaks down,” she whispered to Spencer. “Even in his interrogation tapes, he was like this. When they found the single patch of carpet left in his closet and were able to match the fibres, he lost it. He likes to play it cool and under control, he wrote the story and he wants us to stick to it.”

“How upset do you think he’d be if we went in there and told him we actually caught the original killer and he’s going to be released pending DNA testing?” Spencer suggested.

She tilted her head, biting her lip as she thought. “I think he’d be violent.”

“Sit here,” he said as he walked into the interview room.

She hated having to just watch. It helped that Pope was cuffed to the table, and the table was drilled into the concrete floor, Spencer wouldn’t get hurt. The guards are right behind the door. It’s fine.

“Sorry for the abrupt interrogation, I promise this isn’t what you think,” Spencer smiled softly. “We have reason to believe that the original killer has returned, the state is running the DNA now.”

Y/N watched as Pope’s right eye started to twitch, his finger on his leg was tapping at an odd rhythm as Spencer talked.

“The second we can prove you had no hand in any of the killing’s we’ll issue a pardon and your discharge papers will be filled out,” Spencer finished his sentence and moved to open the door once more.

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot,” he hissed. His voice was completely different than it was when they were speaking in D block.

“Why?” Spencer asked, easily playing the innocent and stupid role.

“You think some crazy-obsessed, fuck toy of mine whose doing half-assed attempts at my signature, is the real killer!!!” Pope spat his confession out. Literally covering the table in spit as he became more feral. Shaking violently.

Spencer walked right out of the room. Y/N watched as Pope smacked the table, tugging violently at the cuffs, scratching himself all up. The guards had to run in and hold him down, shooting a sedative into his neck.

“Jesus,” she whispered. Taking her phone out of her pocket to call Garcia, when she noticed the voicemail notification in the bottom corner. She ignored it, calling her friend instead.

“Hey,” Penelope answered quickly. “So turns out we were right, who would have thought, Cody Kollins is actually Daryl Livingston.”

“We just got a confession from Pope,” Y/N shared her news. “They had to sedate him so we’re going to come back to the station. Wait until tomorrow to interview him again.”

“Yeah, sounds good, Hotch and Morgan are in with Livingston right now,” she updated them. “Make sure to eat something when you get there.”

“Yes mom,” she teased, hanging up and smiling.

Spencer put his hand out in an invitation to hold it. She interlocked their fingers and followed him back to the filing room, gathering their things before exiting the prison.

She sat on the passenger side of the SUV, she and Spencer just sat there and took a few deep breaths. Processing everything the exact same way, quietly and on their own.

She cut the awkward silencer by taking out her phone and playing the voicemail. Putting it on speaker.

“Hi Y/N, this is Doctor Korrapati calling. I’ve emailed you your results. The gender is at the bottom, under the little read more button, in case you wanted it to be a surprise. Call the office and let us know when you’re free to go over the results and we’ll book you in, as far as I can tell everything looks good, so don’t feel the need to rush. Take care!”

Spencer looked over at her with a soft smile on his face, reaching out for her hand once more. Holding her hand with both of his now, “do you want to do this?”

“I’m ready if you are?”

He nodded, watching her contently as she opened her email up, finding the right one and scrolling to the bottom. Her heart fluttered a little as she looked at the read more option.

She took a deep breath and clicked on it.

Chromosomal sex: XY

“Well?” Spencer asked softly.

“I’d really love to tell you,” she bit her lip trying not to laugh, “but I don’t remember what this means?”

He laughed, shaking his head as he looked at the screen. He blinked with glossy eyes as he read it, a light chuckle escaping his lips as he cried softly.

It had to be a girl, she knew he wanted one. She convinced herself in that millisecond that it was a girl.

He reached over and placed his hand flat against her belly. “Hi Matthew,” he said softly.

“You’re kidding?” She couldn’t stop herself from crying.

Spencer wrapped her up in a hug, the two of them happily crying into each other. She wasn’t sure if she was giggling or sobbing, she just knew she was shaking in Spencer’s arms with happiness that this was her little family.

He kissed all over her one cheek as he held her close. “I love you so much,” he reminded her.

She pulled back, wiping her tears off on her shirt sleeve, laughing at the serendipity of it all. “I love you too, dad.”

“I have to drive, don’t make me cry again,” he laughed, wiping his own tears before tucking his ever-growing hair behind his ears.

“Let’s go.”

—

Y/N sat beside JJ in the break room of the police station, salad bowl in her lap, shovelling the dressing-covered leaves in her mouth.

They weren’t tasked with anything until Hotch and Morgan attempted to get some info out of the unsub. “Were you crying earlier?” She asked.

“A little,” Y/N smiled at her. “We’re having a boy,” she whispered.

“Oh my god!” JJ whispered back at her, reaching out for her arm and shaking her a little. “I have a feeling your little guy will be bigger than Henry was so he’ll fit into all Henry’s summer stuff when he’s born!”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah!” She confirmed. “By the time he grows out of everything I might have a second boy and we can rotate it around again,” she laughed. “This is going to be so fun.”

“Matthew and Henry are going to be best friends,” Y/N smiled.

“Matthew,” she repeated. “That’s a nice name, I like it.”

“My brother’s name is Levi, I thought it was a nice way to keep a family name in my baby’s life, and his middle name is going to be Gideon,” she spoiled it for Spencer.

JJ looked a little emotional, “sorry it’s just so surreal thinking about me and Spencer having kids who are friends.”

Y/N moved her dinner out of the way and hugged her then, holding her tightly. “You better not be pregnant too,” she whispered in her ear. Not wanting to give it away if she was.

JJ just laughed, rocking Y/N back and forth in her embrace, not answering. “Right?” Y/N asked again.

“We’re trying, so who knows,” JJ replied.

“Shut up?” Y/N pulled back and stared into her eyes to see if she was telling the truth or not. “Holy shit? Since when?”

“Honestly, I think the night we celebrated Canadian thanksgiving,” she laughed. “You and Spencer got us talking about babies, and you got Henry to sleep through the night, so this is technically your fault.”

“JJ,” Y/N started to cry, “I’m so happy for you.”

“They’ll only be a few months apart, so they’ll be best friends too,” JJ smiled. “This is going to be really fun.”

chapter 18

For Christmas this year, Y/N just wanted to be fully moved into their new home before they had to leave for Vegas. Spencer followed through with the present. Inviting the entire team over for drinks if they promised to stop by Y/N’s apartment and bring a few boxes to the new house. It was basically just free labour.

She spent the night nesting while her friends drank in her kitchen. They understood why she was nervous, she was going to tell her parents about the baby and the engagement, and the house, in 3 days.

It was all going to be a lot.

She was 16 weeks along as of Christmas Eve. Waking up the morning of their flight to a weird twitching sensation in her gut, like butterflies or a muscle twitch but right where the baby would be.

“Spence,” she shook him awake. “Spencer.”

“What’s wrong?” He sat right up, squinting at her as he tried to figure out what was going on.

“It’s like, I don’t know how to explain it?” She worried.

Spencer placed his hand on her belly feeling the slight flitter. “He’s kicking.”

Spencer’s early morning smile was the best, he tackled her back against the pillow and dug his face into the crook of her neck. “That’s my baby in there.”

“I wouldn’t have known,” she laughed, wrapping her arms and legs around him. “We have to go to the airport soon.”

“I know,” he mumbled into her neck.

“If you get up now, we can go get breakfast before we have to board?” She enticed him, “we can get sprinkle donuts for the flight.”

“Okay,” he said as she freed him from her grip. “Are you nervous?”

“I know they’ll be happy, just not ready for them to ask why I didn’t say anything sooner,” She explained. “I’ve been really distant since I got the job, I’m really excited to spend time with them this weekend.”

“Same,” Spencer smiled. “Come on you two.”

They took a 9 am flight one-way to Las Vegas. Y/N slept most of the ride, spending the last 45 minutes just snuggled into Spencer’s shoulder as he watched a documentary on some form of science or math. She couldn’t hear what it was about, all she saw was a man writing out numbers on a chalkboard.

She ran her hand over her belly lightly. There was no way she could walk into her mother’s house in a few minutes and just pretend it wasn’t there. It was there. So were the 5 pounds of baby weight on her hips and the swelling in her face and knuckles.

She was pretty quiet during landing and baggage claim. Thinking in her head what she was going to say to everyone, how she would explain it. She sat in a cab beside Spencer, absentmindedly following him through the airport they’ve both been through at least 20 times.

It was a short trip to her parent’s house. Spencer traced little shapes into her leg with his finger to distract her. A flower, a 4D cube, the words I love you. It was sweet, non verbal comfort was very important to her.

When they arrived, she stayed in the cab to pay while Spencer got their bags out. Taking as long as possible so she could avoid it a little longer.

Biting the bullet, she took a deep breath and walked out into her parent’s front yard. Taking the handle of her suitcase and dragging it up the walkway.

She walked right into her house, her parents and brothers all standing up from the living room and rushing into the entryway. She was wrapped up in 7 hugs within a matter of seconds.

“You look so different,” her mom said as she pulled back from her hug. Holding her arms as she examined her, “what did you do?”

“I got pregnant,” she replied, scrunching her face as she waited for their response.

She could’ve sworn she went deaf at that moment, reaching down to cover her bump as everyone cheered and jumped around her. She was pulled into a group hug before she could process anything. Laughing awkwardly at the whole experience.

“Be quiet, he can hear this week!” She laughed.

“He?” Her father inquired.

She looked back at Spencer, smiling at him. “It’s a boy,” Spencer confirmed.

“Holy shit!” Her brothers cheered, high-fiving each other. “When are you due?” Harrison asked.

“June,” she smiled. “3 days after mom’s birthday, see I do remember it.”

“Come sit,” her mom insisted, pushing everyone out of the way and dragging her to the couch. “Put your feet up, how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” Y/N insisted. “You’re almost worse than my co-workers.”

“Are they taking good care of you?” Her father asked.

She waited for Spencer to join her on the couch, they had all been so excited about her they forgot he was there. “Yeah. Um, we have a lot to tell you,” She explained, holding Spencer’s hand for comfort.

“I asked Y/N to marry me,” Spencer announced. “I am so in love with her, this baby is a dream come true and I’m very excited to become a part of your family.”

Her mom cried, tossing her hand over her eyes as she sobbed. “Mom,” she was so overwhelmed with everything she started to cry too.

“You’re a wonderful man Spencer,” her father interjected. “It’s an honour to have you.”

Spencer smiled and nodded towards him, silently thanking him for the approval.

“So, it’s kind of insane how it all happened. It wasn’t intended, but we love him so much already,” Y/N glowed as she spoke. “Are we going to tell people the name yet?”

Spencer nodded, “we can.” He smiled down at her with such wonderment, the moment she had been scared of for 16 weeks turning out to be the best time she’s had with her whole family in one room.

“His name is Matthew Gideon Reid,” Y/N smiled. “After my favourite brother, no offence Harry, and Spencer’s mentor.”

Levi was her more emotional brother. He was her best friend growing up. The 5 year age difference gave them the time to grow up separately but still find common interests to bring them together. They were the closest in the family before she moved to Virginia full time it became hard to keep up with him as much.

Now they were both parents, their kids only having a 3 year age difference. Meaning next year there would be 2 little ones at Christmas.

“That’s a lovely name,” Levi smiled. “Thank you.”

“It’s whatever, don’t expect our kids to have your name either,” Harrison replied as he held his wife close, pretending he was a little offended.

“We also got a house,” she added to change the topic, “Jason Gideon, he kinda gave us his place in Virginia.”

“You’re kidding me?” Debbie gasped. “For free?”

She laughed, “it’s complicated.”

“I grew up without a father, and Gideon neglected his son for his work at the BAU,” Spencer chimed in. “We bonded, and he wanted his house to be used for good. He specifically asked for us to fill it with love and laughter. We’ve just finished moving into it. You can visit any time!” He panicked and rambled by the end.

“I don’t know if you know this,” her mom tried to joke with them. “But there’s this thing called a phone, where you can call your mother and tell her these things.”

“I wanted to!” she hurried the words out. “But I’m still working in the field, I was weary with who really knew besides the team. It’s my only weakness on the job.”

“I get it,” Debbie smiled. “Honestly, I’m so happy for you both.”

“Thanks, mom,” Y/N choked back tears. “Sorry,” she laughed. “Pregnant things, y’know.”

—

Visiting hours at the nursing home changed during the holidays. Spencer and Y/N were permitted to enter anytime between 8 am and 10 pm, giving them lots of time to spend the afternoon with Y/N’s parents before visiting her.

They borrowed her dad’s truck, driving to the nursing home with a special gift for Diana. Spencer had spent the last 2 weeks making a scrapbook page about Matthew for her, he knew how much her book meant to her and he wanted to add to it.

Her mom’s co-workers all stared at them as they walked in hand in hand. Her bump on show under the T-Shirt she chose to wear.

Diana was in her room, then walked down the long hallway to her suite. Knocking lightly on the door, waiting for her to greet them.

The door swung open, “Spencer!” She cheered. Hugging him tight in her arms.

“Hi mom,” he held her just as tight. Knowing he was a mama’s boy always made Y/N’s heart flutter.

She pulled back and looked at Y/N, “you look so nice!”

“Thank you,” she smiled. Stepping in close to give her a hug as well.

Diana welcomed them into her room, closing the door behind them. Y/N took a seat on the couch while Spencer looked around at the new things she had on display.

“I made you something,” he said softly, taking off his bag and pulling the pressed cardboard out of the protective sleeve. “here.”

She held it in her hands, looking at the ultrasound photo they got a few weeks ago at the anatomy scan. “What is this Spencer?”

“You’re going to be a grandmother,” he explained. Watching her run her fingers over the words on the paper. She was in shock, she had nothing to say. She just looked at the photo.

She quietly walked over to Y/N and sat beside her, “may I?” She asked, holding her hand up.

Y/N leaned back a little, “absolutely.”

Diana placed her hand on the bump lightly. “I was so worried I wouldn’t get to really experience this one day,” she whispered. Trying her best not to cry. “Thank you.”

Y/N cried, not realizing how special this must be for them. She was so focused on her family that she forgot that this was going to change Diana’s whole world. She now had 2 boys to love unconditionally.

“His name is Matthew?” Diana asked, running her hand over the bump softly.

“Yeah,” Y/N smiled. “He’s due in June. If you can, you can fly out and stay with us for a little?”

“I’d love to,” Diana replied. “I have enough points for a trip, and I’ve been feeling really good on my medication.”

“If your doctors clear it all, Debbie and you can fly in together,” Spencer confirmed.

“Wow,” Diana smiled like Spencer. Wide thin lips, straight white teeth, big rosy cheeks and glistening eyes. She hoped Matthew inherited it too. “This is my best Christmas yet.”

—

Y/N woke up Christmas morning with Spencer cuddled into her side in her childhood bedroom. She slipped out of his grasp and sat in her windowsill instead.

She pulled her knees to her chest as best as she could now that she was pregnant, looking at the lone swing across the street that swayed in the December morning breeze.

It should be 8 am back at Quantico, her parents must have let them sleep in while they opened presents. She could see Chloe in the front yard trying out her new car. Levi smiled as he pushed her down the road, Lizzie filming the whole thing on her phone.

Her whole life was so different from the last time she really sat on the windowsill in her bedroom. Back then she was about to move to Virginia, graduating college in Nevada and getting into the training program at the academy. Harrison was already there at Fort Meade, she was about to move into his house with his wife for the first semester before settling into DC. Levi and Lizzie had just started dating, Chloe wasn’t even conceived yet. And she had no idea when she’d run into Spencer.

She rubbed her hand over her belly as a tear rolled down her cheek. She couldn’t wait for the day that she was pushing her own child on that swing across the street. The day she and Spencer tell him about the love story that bubbled between two kids with books who looked at each other for years before they fell in love.

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked, removing her from the moment she allowed herself to have.

She wiped the tear from her cheek, “they’re happy tears. Go back to sleep.”

“Come cuddle?” He pouted, his big puppy dog eyes drawing her back to the bed.

She snuggled into him, running her fingers against his bare chest as she watched him breathe. “Can I tell you something?”

“Always,” he kissed the top of her head.

“When I was 17, I had my appendix out.” She rolled over and laid back, showing him the 3-inch scar on the right side of her stomach. “It was pretty bad, they said I would have died if my mom waited 15 more minutes to get me to the hospital. They had to fix parts of my stomach and intestines that were eaten by the ruptured appendix bile.”

“I had no idea,” he whispered, running his finger along the scar. “I always thought that was just a scratch.”

She shook her head lightly. “It was December 5th, ’98. They uh,” she took a deep breath before resuming. “They put me on a drug called Dilaudid, they told my mom it was a non-addictive version of morphine and that I’d be fine but, I kinda got addicted to the pill version when they let me out,” she scrunched her face as she told him. Not wanting his opinion of her to change.

“You’re kidding?” He asked, a chuckle fell past his lips as he sat up. “In my second year at the BAU I was kidnapped by a man with dissociative identity disorder and he drugged me.”

“Dilaudid?” She asked, sitting up too and shaking her head in disbelief.

He laughed at how absurd it was, “yeah.”

“I moved to Benadryl for the sleepy and calm effect after I couldn’t get any more refills and didn’t want to admit I had a problem, and weed in college” she added. “but I haven’t even taken a Tylenol in the last 5 years now.”

“I had a small problem with it after everything, but I’m also clean now,” Spencer smiled at her. “Why did you want me to know?”

“Because I don’t want to take any drugs when I deliver the baby, even if I beg for them I don’t want them to give in. I talked to Dr. Korrapati about it but I wanted you to know too,” she explained. “Being in here all night got me thinking about a lot.”

He wrapped his arms around her and tackled her back against the pillows. “I love you,” was all he said.

“I love you too?”

“Seriously,” his voice was so soft and low. “I’ll never stop.”

chapter 19

She woke up to the feeling of hair tickling her face. She swatted at her face to try and get it to stop before opening her eyes. She blinked into the early morning sunlight, only to Spencer looking down at her, his hair long enough to tickle her skin.

“You were snoring,” he whispers down to her. “Also, Happy Birthday.”

She smiled, pulling him down and into a hug. “Thank you.”

Every morning with Spencer for the last 10 months had been special. Something about the warmth of his body against hers, and the sunlight bouncing around their new bedroom made this morning her favourite.

It was so calm on the water. She could see the snow settling on the ice as the sun made it glisten like diamonds. The birds had all but disappeared for the winter, the stillness in the world was lovely. It was like time stopped with Spencer laying in her arms.

“What do you think Penelope has planned at work today?” She asked him softly, playing with his incredibly long hair. It was almost longer than hers now.

“She told me to bring you in after 8.”

“So does that mean you have to distract me for a little while, Doctor Reid?” She teased him.

He pushed himself up, leaning on his arm as he hovered over her. “Any requests?”

She spread her arms and legs out like a starfish. “Have at ‘er,” she couldn’t stop herself from laughing as Spencer just shook his head.

He dipped down to her belly, blowing a raspberry onto her protruding bump. “Good morning to you too little dude,” he whispered against her skin. “Go back to sleep.”

She shoved him lightly, not able to stop herself from smiling, “he is asleep, leave him alone.”

It was the best morning ever.

Every time she thinks that she’s reached peak happiness she discovers another level. It felt like every time he touched her, she wanted to describe it as the best she’s ever felt.

When they finally got dressed and made their way downstairs for the morning, she found it incredibly odd that he wasn’t asking her what she wanted for breakfast, like he did every morning. Very concerned that she had all her meals and then some.

She fed the cat, picking him up and giving him a little snuggle after he finished his breakfast. “You are getting so big and chunky buddy, I might have to change your food timer.”

He meowed at her, sounding really pissed, making her laugh. “Fine but when you can't climb all the stairs in this house it’s your fault.” She placed him back on the ground and watched him wander into the sunlight. Plopping onto the hardwood and stretching out. Just living the life.

“Ready to go?” Spencer asked.

“Yeah, are we stopping for breakfast?” She asked, the second trimester making her hungrier than ever before.

“Penelope has it covered,” He said, placing his hand on her back as he leads her to the foyer.

“Oh this’ll be good,” she smiled, putting her shoes on before arming the alarm and heading outside.

Spencer locked their beautiful green front door, it was colder out than they had expected. He held her hand as she shivered slightly, they walked down the 3 steps together, Spencer not wanting her to fall if it happened to be icy.

Seat heaters were a blessing from god. The car was freezing when they first got in, the heater barely kicked in by the time they reached Quantico. Living 10 minutes away now was really nice.

Up the elevator they went, she was basically bouncing with excitement. “See?” Spencer nudged her with his shoulder. “Bunny.”

“Shut up,” she smiled as the door dinged before opening.

They walked into the bullpen to find it empty. She took off her coat and placed her bag on her desk before slowly walking up the small set of stairs and heading towards the briefing room.

All her co-workers were sitting around the table waiting for her and the boy wonder to arrive. Strawberry cheesecake danishes sat on a tray on the table, a strawberry milkshake in front of Y/N‘s regular spot.

“Happy Birthday!” They cheered as she walked in.

“You guys!?” She was so flattered. Never in her life has she been thrown a party by someone who wasn’t her mother. “Thank you.”

“Sit, sit,” Penelope insisted. Placing a danish on a napkin and putting it on her spot on the table. “I know you can’t have ice coffee right now, I thought a milkshake was the next best thing.”

“I seriously love you, come here,” she pulled Penelope into a hug, kissing her right on the mouth as everyone cheered.

“See that?” Penelope blushed. “Kisses are how I should be thanked around here.”

“HR already hates us,” Hotch made everyone laugh, “don’t push it.”

They all ate breakfast together, sharing stories from their weekend. They decided to spend New Years’ apart, everyone taking time to themselves for the first time ever.

“Where did you go, Prentiss?” Morgan inquired.

“Sin to Win weekend in Atlantic City,” she sighed and leaned back in her chair.

“Oh my god?” Y/N looked at her with absolute astonishment.

“What’s that?” Morgan and Spencer asked at the same time.

“Nothing.” Emily and Y/N replied in unison. Making a look at each other that screamed: ‘tell anyone and I’ll hurt you.’

Like a saviour, the fax machine in the briefing room turned on, spitting out 15 sheets of paper in a few minutes. Penelope cleaned off the table while Hotch ran everything over.

“Last night a family in Boston had their home burned down with them inside it,” Hotch explained.

“How is that something for us to look into?” Rossi asked.

“Because the unsub broke in and turned the water off and tampered with the gas system, causing CO2 to render them unconscious. He stabbed the father to death in the bed before laying gasoline all over the floors and lighting the house on fire.”

“Damn,” Y/N whispered under her breath. “That is personal.”

“I’d say,” Hotch agreed.

“Who was the family?” JJ asked.

Garcia looked through the sheets of paper spewed across the table. “Thomas Greenway, 61. His wife Alison 43. And 2 children aged 8 and 12.”

“We need to head to Boston,” Hotch announced. “I’ll call about prepping the plane. Y/N you can stay here with Garcia if you’d like, your insight will aid her search greatly.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind,” she smiled at Garcia. “Good luck out there.”

“Wheels up in 30.”

Everyone sighed before standing up. Spencer leaned in and kissed Y/N softly before standing up. “I’ll see you later.”

“Come home to me safely Doctor Reid.”

He smiled down at her, fixing his shirt before he left with Morgan.

“I hate to see him go, but I love watching him leave,” She said softly towards Penelope, making her laugh in the process.

“Come on mama, let’s go to my office,” Garcia said, putting her arm out for Y/N, the two of them skipping down the hallway with their arms linked as the team filled the elevator.

Y/N sat in Garcia’s office and immediately put her feet up, still drinking her milkshake as she flipped through the case files. “Can I suggest possibly the dumbest thing ever?”

She laughed, “shoot.”

“So, homeboy here breaks in and knocks out a family with co2 poisoning, just to stab the father to death and light the house on fire.” She ran it down once more, “What if we just search mothers stabbed before dying in a fire and just see if this is some traumatized kid, at this point that’s what they all end up being.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Garcia said, typing away as she added the parameters. “It’s like you can see the fucking future?”

Y/N threw her head back in a laugh, “did you get something? Seriously?”

“Adele Hollis was found dead in a burning apartment building in Boston in 1978. ME reports say she was already dead from co2 poisoning before she was stabbed 6 times in the chest. The whole apartment complex went up in flames after the unsub doused the bed in gasoline and lit her up.”

“Well fuck,” Y/N replied. “Does she have children?”

“Yes, her son Cameron was at school when it happened. He was 8, he moved in with his step-dad shortly after, they ruled him out and never found the guy,” Garcia added.

Y/N leaned across the desk and dialled Hotch, the plane hadn’t even left yet. “I think I found the unsub?”

“How?” Hotch asked.

“I jokingly asked Garcia to search and see if there are any men whose mothers died in a fire after being stabbed cause we deal with sooo many traumatized kids, and we found one,” she laughed at just how insane it sounded.

“Video in and give us a rundown.” Hotch hung up. Ever the conversationalist.

Garcia and Y/N squeezed into the same frame seeing everyone gathered in the little plane seats. She gave them the basic rundown of her findings, watching them all shake their heads at the fact she solved the case already.

“Have the local PD issue a warrant and bring him in. Can you check and see if he knows the victims?” Hotch asked.

“On it sir,” she smiled, clicking away.

“How did you do that so fast?” Morgan has to ask, “it’s not human.”

She laughed again, “If I’ve learned anything in the last 10 months it’s that traumatized little boys can fuck up a lot of people’s lives.”

“Preach,” Rossi added.

“Um, guys,” Garcia’s tone changed. “Cameron Hollis’s birth father is the father who was stabbed in this case.”

“You’re shitting me?” Y/N couldn’t believe it. “Do they have any kind of relationship?”

“His father is on the birth certificate but it looks like Adele left him when Cameron was 3, after some domestic disputes that had the cops at their door. She was remarried when he was 6, it doesn’t look like they ever really talked,” Garcia explained while continuing to dig.

Y/N watched through the monitor as the team gripped their seats, the plane was taking off now. They would be in Boston with this guy in just a few hours.

“Thanks, Lady Wonder,” Morgan winked at the camera for Y/N before leaning in and turning the monitor off.

She sat back and put her feet up once more. “Best birthday ever.”

—

They had Cameron Hollis in custody with a full confession before 5 pm that day. Everyone was beyond thankful that they would be back home with their families shortly.

Y/N had said goodbye to Penelope shortly after, driving home to have some alone time. Rossi would drive Spencer home, they lived close enough now that they could all carpool if they wanted.

She had never been in their new house all alone before. She took the time to just walk around and admire everything, being thankful that her life ended up like this. Not taking a second of it for granted.

She sat down on her bed finally, taking her phone out and calling JJ.

“Hello bestie,” she answered.

Y/N smiled, “Hey, do you think Will could find a babysitter tonight?”

“Probably, why?”

“Tell him to drop Henry off and head to my place. I’m going to have pizza delivered and you can come here with Spencer when you land,” Y/N offered. “Have a date night with us.”

“That would be amazing, I’ll call Will right now. See you later,” JJ sounded happy. It made her smile.

“See you.” She hung up, laying back against her bed softly.

She changed quickly before heading downstairs, wearing a pair of leggings and an academy t-shirt. She was getting too big for almost everything she owned now.

She placed an order for a few pizzas to arrive at 8:30. Next, making sure she had more beer in the fridge, for the nights when Will wandered over with JJ. They had visited almost every weekend since she and Spencer moved in.

That’s when she saw him.

chapter 20

Previously...

The dream was always the same:

A man would get into their home, he knew their schedule, he knew when she’d be alone.

He’d get in without any trouble and he never made a sound. She wouldn’t even know he was in the room until she felt the cold metal gun press against her face, as shaking hands instructed her to tie her own behind her back.

He’d always use her supplies. Duck tape, shoelaces, scarves. Anything at his disposal that he didn’t have to bring with him. Almost as if he didn’t fully choose her to be his victim until the very last minute.

He assaulted her all for what felt like hours, stopping occasionally to cry in the bathroom or eat a snack in their kitchen. And he always showered at the end. Sometimes, he’d wrap her up in a housecoat, put her sheets in the wash and sincerely advised her to invest in a better lock for the sliding door.

Then he was gone.

Slipping into the night, on his way to become someone else’s nightmare...

There was a man in her yard, he was dressed in all black, with a backpack wrapped around his shoulders and a ski mask on his face.

He couldn’t see her from where she was in the kitchen, but she could see him. She ducked to the floor and crawled towards the stairs, booking it up the steps and grabbing her gun. She made sure it was loaded, grabbing a second clip from her nightstand and tucking it into her pocket. Then she detonated the alarm system from the remote on Spencer’s bedside table.

She crawled into her closet, making herself look like a pile of clothes.

And she waited.

She felt a little insane, she tried to convince herself that it could be anyone from a neighbour to a lost person from the trail. For all she knew, it was someone from the academy lost in the woods.

She tried to calm her breathing, calling Will with her cell phone. “Hey, JJ just filled me in-“

“There is someone in my backyard in all black with a backpack, how fast can you get here?” She panicked in a whisper.

“Fuck, okay, I just dropped Henry off at the sitter. I’ll be right over, stay put and I will call you when I’m there,” his southern accent came out more when he was stressed.

“Okay, thank you,” she hung up and took a deep breath.

She closed her eyes, listening to the sounds in her house.

She remembered what the house sounded like that morning. The stillness, the quiet peacefulness of her and Spencer in the bed only 12 feet away from where she was now hiding.

She remembered the way the floors creaked as it popped and settled with the heat, how the tree outside would sometimes tap the window, the sound of snow tumbling off their roof. Passing cars on the main road kicking up gravel, the odd bird singing in the cold breeze, her own heartbeat in her ears.

Then she heard the alarm turn off with its overly happy welcome home chime. Only knowing one man would be able to disarm her alarm system without a code, and he was in the air right now.

“Open,” she heard the alarm’s voice as the door opened.

Footsteps travelled along the hardwood floor in wet shoes. She listened to the sound of the wet rubber on hardwood explore the first floor.

There were 2 people in her house, splitting up as one went to the kitchen and one went up the stairs.

She aimed her gun at the doorway, aiming to shoot anyone who walked through the door in the leg. Not wanting to kill anyone who she knew that might’ve gotten in for a different reason, unannounced.

In the rare happenstance that this wasn’t her worst nightmare coming true.

Her hands were shaking as she kept the gun pointed for what felt like hours, just waiting for him to find her. The door handle started to turn slowly, she heard the sound of the old metal grinding ever so slowly.

The first thing she saw were his eyes, yet again. The same eyes that haunted her dreams, the eyes every woman she spoke to for 2 years remembered from behind the ski mask.

Fuck Wichita, he was her own personal nightmare. He had been for a while. Those eyes, big and black all the way around, not a single glimpse of colour or life or hope. Every single dream came flooding back as she saw him in her doorway, the same aura of death, destruction, loneliness and despair from all those months ago was now filling the most special place in her home.

He still hadn’t seen her in the closet, looking around the room carefully as she watched him. Waiting for him to get closer, and closer to where she was. Finally peeling back the wooden closet door.

“Surprise, bitch,” She said before aiming higher and shooting him between the eyes, knocking him down.

She stood and stepped out of the closet, “Travis fucking Johnson,” she shook her head as she looked at the man bleeding on her bedroom floor. Taking his pulse to ensure that he was dead.

She couldn’t hear anything for a second, trying her best to zone in on the sound of someone tiptoeing in her kitchen, “WHO ELSE IS IN MY HOUSE?” She screamed.

Suddenly she could hear the sound of a car on the gravel and then a door slamming. She stepped into the hallway, gun pointed, looking over the railing towards the front door.

“Y/N?!” Will yelled. Gun pointed as he entered her house.

“I’ve got one down, I think there’s another in the kitchen,” she replied.

“On it.”

Y/N looked down the hall, none of the upstairs rooms were open, every door exactly how it looked when she ran up the stairs. She headed down the steps when 2 shots were fired.

She quickly ran to the kitchen to see another man on her floor behind the counter, his feet the only thing she could see as he laid there, dead. Will was standing over him, taking his pulse.

“He’s gone,” Will confirmed.

Y/N finally let herself panic, shaking as she tried to catch her breath, pulling out a chair from the counter and sitting down. Her adrenalin was running wild in her bloodstream, she didn’t even know how to speak let alone think about what had just happened.

“Y/N,” Will’s soft voice brought her back to reality. He was right beside her, wrapping his big strong arms around her to try and calm her down. “Shh, it’s okay.”

“Who was it?” Is all she asks him.

“I have no idea, who was upstairs?” Will asked.

“Travis Johnson, from my first case with the BAU,” she calmed down a bit, breaking away from the hug to get off the chair.

She walked around the counter island, looking down to find another man she knew, bleeding on her brand new hardwood floors. “Oh my god,” she felt sick at the sight.

He smelled the same, stale and rotten. The same look on his face even as he slipped into eternal damnation. Empty as when he was alive, pure evil down to his core. Dead to match how he felt inside as he did those awful things to undeserving mothers.

The second worst man she’s ever come in contact with.

The Winnemucca Womb Raider.

She backed up into Will, he held her close so she didn’t drop to the floor, helping her back into the chair. “Do you know him?”

“Yeah,” she felt herself starting to cry. “How? They were both in prison?”

“We need to call the police,” Will said softly before taking his phone out.

“911 what’s your emergency?” She could hear the muffled woman’s voice as he pressed his phone to his ear.

“This is Detective William LaMontagne Jr. Two men just broke into my friend’s home and tried to kill her,” he explained the situation, making her shutter.

She watched as he talked to the woman, suddenly not able to hear anything as her body slipped into shock. She was completely numb. In the last 10 months she hadn’t fired a single shot on the job, and yet on her birthday, the one time she's alone, she has to kill someone in her own home.

The place where she was supposed to feel safe and happy. Where her new life with Spencer and Matthew was supposed to start. They promised Gideon love and laughter, having that dream stripped from them when Pure Evil stepped over the threshold.

It was just like the dream, the last one she had before Spencer wrapped himself around her, calming her down.

This time he wasn’t here, he didn’t even know that this had happened, he wasn’t always going to be there to save her. She pulled herself back into the moment, calming herself like she had all those years before him.

She wasn’t a damsel in distress, he knew that.

A man walked into her home, the one time he knew she’d be alone and vulnerable.

That was the only part of the dream that matched.

Unlike her dream, she wasn’t a victim. Not in this house. Not in her space. Not ever.

The sound of the sirens echoed in her ears finally, she turned to the commotion of officers running into her new house. Will walked them through it all, telling them who Y/N was and that this was her home. How she saw a man in her yard and hid before killing him upstairs.

“Ma’am?” A stranger in a uniform tried to get her attention. “Ma’am, can you come with me?”

She nodded, standing up and finding support in the man’s arms. He wrapped her up in a silver blanket before he led her outside and into an ambulance. She had her vitals taken and an oxygen mask placed on her to help her calm down.

“Is the baby okay?” She asked the EMT, pulling the mask off her face so he’d hear her.

“Yes,” he smiled. “Strong heartbeat, no signs of distress but you need to relax so we can keep it that way.”

Will climbed into the ambulance then, taking her hand in his, “hey doll, are you okay?”

She nodded, “just a little shook up.”

“I called Spencer,” he said softly. “They’re 30 minutes from landing, then him and the team are on their way. No one told the team about the prison break in Oklahoma, they didn’t even think to connect them back to you.”

She sighed, “two cases in 2 different states, where the offenders ended up going to a 3rd state to meet and do time together and bond over the women who put them away. Makes sense.”

“You put them both away?” He asked.

She nodded again. “I basically made it my life goal to get Travis Johnson, he’s the reason I have this job, he’s the reason I’m pregnant right now,” her words trailed off into whispers. “I saw him in November, he congratulated me when he saw the bump.”

“Who was the other guy?”

“The Winnemucca womb raider, he would kill pregnant women by strangling them before removing their wombs,” she looked at him, horrified. “They wanted to kill us...”

She wrapped her arms around her own stomach, she had almost forgotten to worry about him. To even think that she was more than just one person at the moment.

They weren’t after her, they were after the most important thing to her. Her son, her baby boy. Like all the mothers before her, like their own. They wanted her to suffer, for her son to be spared a future worse than death in their opinion.

All the images from the cases came flying back as she blinked faster and faster. Strangled women, removed wombs, thanking God for a second that Spencer was the one to see the recovered organs in his trailer. A sick feeling bubbled in her body, a chill ran deep in her bones.

Then everything went black.

—

The first thing she remembers when she gained consciousness again was that Spencer was furious. She could see him and Hotch in a heated conversation from inside the ambulance, she tried her best to wake up and zone in on what was going on.

It was too dark for her to read their lips, but he was angry.

JJ was sitting beside her now, holding her hand. “Hey, bestie.”

“Did the cat get out?” She doesn’t know why that’s the first thing she asks, “the door was left open, did he get out?” Still in shock, still trying to understand everything.

JJ shushed her, petting her hair as she leaned in close, hugging her softly. “He was in the laundry room, Will said he made sure to find him when you were getting checked out.”

“Good,” she nodded along as she listened. “I’m so overwhelmed.”

JJ let out an awkward laugh, “I can imagine.”

“I’m also starting to fall in love with your husband,” she found her sense of humour then. “He has perfect timing.”

JJ laughed a little harder, causing Spencer’s focus to shift to the ambulance. Y/N watched him run towards it and jump in.

“Y/N, oh my god,” Spencer wrapped his arms around her. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she replied. “I’m safe, the baby’s healthy,” she assured him.

He kissed her all over her face, making her giggle when he wouldn’t stop, repeating kisses all over her face, her ears and her neck. She could hear JJ also laughing as she watched with Hotch just outside.

He finally stopped to catch his breath, hugging her again with his face in her neck. “I love you,” she reminded him.

“You love me?” He pulled back, “I love you so fucking much, I am never leaving you alone again.”

“Spencer,” she laughed, “I think I handled it pretty well.”

He huffed and shook his head, “you shouldn’t have had to handle this in the first fucking place! It’s not that fucking hard for someone to call the god damn FBI and say hey two psychopaths that your genius new girl put behind bars, fucking escaped!”

She finally knew what Hotch meant when he said Spencer’s anger scared him. She looked at him like he was a whole different person, “Spence, baby, I know. It’s okay, I’m fine see?”

She placed her hands on his cheeks as she looked into his beautiful hazel eyes, watching his pupils change size as he focused on her. Love and life behind them, true happiness clouded by horror at the thought of losing the love of his life.

He was what a true man was supposed to be, a real genuine person with love and kindness, and empathy. Her soulmate, her Spencer.

“We can’t control everything, that’s what you told me. We handle what’s in front of us, and we do it well,” she smiled as she reminded him.

Spencer started to cry, pulling her in close. “I can’t lose you.”

She cried at the sound of his voice, his heart shattering as he cried in her arms, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Terrified on a level she’s never seen in him before.

She rubbed his back as she held him, rocking him lightly as she shushed him absentmindedly. Soothing him as if her life depended on it, it broke her heart to see him this broken about the idea of losing her. She loved him so much it made her heart physically ache in her chest as she held him.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised, whispering against his hair. “I’ll kill a million men if it means coming home to you.”

He laughed in the middle of his cries, she could feel him smile softly as he sniffled against her shirt. “Promise?” He asked as he pulled back to look at her.

She wiped the tears from his cheeks, his beautiful eyelashes clumped together in the wetness. He was so sweet, she couldn’t help kissing him quickly, “promise.”

—

Hotch insisted they head to the BAU with the rest of the team while he handled the crime scene and the forensic clean-up, knowing on a personal level what it was like to clean Evil’s blood out of your bedroom carpet.

Y/N was sitting in the car waiting to leave when she saw Will coming out of her house with 3 pizzas. “I forgot I ordered those,” she gasped at the sight.

“You should’ve seen the look on the delivery guy’s face,” JJ laughed.

It was really bizarre having a pizza party in Rossi’s office after shooting someone in her home. Everyone was trying to be as chipper as possible to try and take the tension off the situation, but Y/N was pretty quiet.

Morgan got everyone to settle down before closing the office door, sitting close to her and Spencer. “Everyone in this room has either been shot, in danger, held hostage or worse,” he offered her some support.

“If you want to share anything, express any feeling or just tell us to fuck off, you can,” his words were soft, she watched him with soft eyes as he spoke.

“The only thing I can think of is that fate is fucked up,” she replied, the honesty slipping off her tongue like it was made of butter.

“You have the floor,” he insisted that she continue.

“I moved into a tiny apartment, farther away from my job, because I needed somewhere to live, and I found Spencer in the hallway. Spencer led me to you, and you guys helped me find Travis Johnson, my personal nightmare case of 2 years,” she explained like they never knew that. “But it’s so much more than that now.”

“We ran into Travis at the prison in Oklahoma a few months ago,” Spencer added. “He noticed that she was pregnant and congratulated her.”

“But the thing that’s fucking me up the most is that, and sorry TMI,” she warned them before continuing. “but we conceived the baby in Kansas when we caught the VICAP counsellor, only a few towns over from where we arrested Travis. Then we ran into him on a different case in Oklahoma, and he happened to be in the same prison as a man from New Mexico I put away for killing pregnant women. Something about this all lines up so perfectly... I hate that I find it so interesting.”

“That is kind of insane,” Morgan agreed. “I think it just means you and Spencer are being pulled together by something with bigger plans than you realize. And you’re a good shot, so thankfully you have nothing to worry about now.”

“Thanks,” she smiled.

She held Spencer’s hand, looking down at the ring on her finger that meant she was his forever. As much as she hated the idea of a man owning a woman, she loved the idea that Spencer was her person forever.

They were tied together in a way no one would understand, she loved him deeper than she ever thought possible.

Everything happened for a reason. Her reason just so happened to be Fate wanting her to spend the rest of her life, Happily with Doctor Spencer Reid.

—

She woke up around noon the next day, Spencer was sitting up beside her reading a book when she finally clued into where she was. They had spent the night at Rossi’s house while the forensic cleanup team handled her kitchen and bedroom.

“Good morning,” she smiled up at him, stretching against the sheets as she fully woke up.

He put his book down and joined her, wrapping her up in his arms and kissing her neck softly.

“Good morning,” he replied finally. She loved his voice when he hadn’t spoken yet. His vocal cords yearning to be used.

She smiled against his skin, holding him against her chest as she breathed him in. Her safety, her cosmic soulmate.

Everything just felt better in the world when they were pressed this close to each other. This was how they were meant to be.

“How are you feeling?” He asked after a few minutes of silence.

She rolled him onto his back, snuggling into his chest and lifting a leg over him so the baby wasn’t squished. “Good, I’m excited to go back home later.”

“You’re not scared,” his fingers ran through her hair as she felt his breath on her face.

“No,” she shook her head against him. “Yesterday could’ve been a lot worse, but I’m trained to think on my feet and the danger is gone now. I’m never going to let myself be a victim in my own home.”

“I love you,” he reminded her. “And after yesterday-“

“I want to get married soon too,” she cut him off, getting up and sitting on his hips. She ran her hands over his chest as she looked down at his beautiful, still puffy, morning face.

He beamed up at her, “I feel it too, I want to make it official. I want to shout it from the rooftops that the love of my life chose me too.”

She nodded softly, “and we agreed that in April this year we’d go to Vegas, and we’d do it. I think we still should, I just want to plan it a little.”

“Of course,” he agreed, squeezing her thighs in his excitement. “Come here.”

She held his face in her hands as she leaned down, rubbing her thumb over his bottom lip as she looked at him ever so softly. “I love you,” she said before kissing him.

His hands wandered over her back, holding her into the kiss. Breathing in deep through his nose, kissing her as if they hadn’t seen each other in months.

Spencer was desperate to love her, and she was desperate to be loved by him.

She broke the kiss to just look at him, moving his hair back and pressing her forehead against his. “The park across the street from my parents house,” she whispered.

“Mhmm.”

“I want to get married there, I want to start the rest of my life in the spot where I first really fell in love with you,” she explained, her lips close enough to him that the words could have stuck to his skin.

“I think I can pull some strings and get us a permit by April,” He smiled against her lips, “what day are we thinking?”

“The 23rd, 1 year exactly,” she said before Spencer pulled her back into another kiss, this time it’s soft and delicate. “Until forever,” she whispered against his lips.

“You need to promise me one thing,” he added. Feeling her nod as she kissed down his neck. “I know you said you’re fine, but the second you’re not I need you to tell me.”

“Okay,” she agreed, sitting back up as she straddled his hips. “You have to do the same, I can’t handle you crying in my arms like that again, it really broke my heart.”

He held his pinky out to her, she smiled as she wrapped her own around his. Both leaning in to kiss the other's knuckle, a small tradition Y/N adored.

—

They were back at their house by 5 pm. Hotch had ensured that everything was completely cleaned and there was 0 evidence that a crime had even taken place on the property. Penelope on the other hand had taken it upon herself to break into their alarm system and reset it for them shortly after everyone left.

They changed the code, closed the door and sighed at the beautiful home that felt a little different now. “I think I want to paint,” she announced.

“Yeah?” Spencer laughed at the suddenness.

“It’s too blah, y’know? I see what they were doing with the whites and beige for all the light. But, I’m thinking green in here to flow with the cabinets in the kitchen,” she walked through the foyer as she imagined the colours that would look good. “Like an olive or forest, maybe even jade. It’ll look nice with the dark wood.”

“That would be nice,” Spencer agreed. “Make it feel more like the old apartment.”

“Exactly,” she smiled. “I miss the clutter and the intimacy of the last place, and I know you miss the look of books everywhere.”

“I’m still alphabetizing them in my office,” he added. “I’d like to paint in there as well, I’ve been looking at antique chairs and couches for my reading.”

“Hotch is going to make us take 2 weeks off again,” Y/N looked at him with excitement. “We can put all our energy into this place now.”

“Let’s make it ours,” He agreed.

“Wanna go to the hardware store and look at paint samples?” She hopped with excitement, grabbing his arm and tugging on him.

He laughed, pulling her into his chest. “Sure, bunny,” he pressed his cheek to the top of her head as he held her. “What about Matthew’s room?”

“Oh, me and Penelope have it all planned, all the stuff is being delivered next month. She kinda went a little nuts,” Y/N laughed.

“He’s going to be one loved little boy,” Spencer chuckled. “Come on, let’s go.”

[ketavinsky]

right back at you then: are there any facts about your guy that aren't in wolf pup/that you could elaborate on !

@prince-of-noir hm this is. this is actually a little bit of a loaded question aye bc i have actually put way too much lore into this dude since i started wolf pup ashhsdhdhs lemme just chuck a read more here

noah xie is mixed, white + singaporean-chinese. he's a law school dropout who essentially figured that because he's so into philosophy and poetry and writing huge fuckoff dissertations about a Few Select Opinions that he'd be a great lawyer. unfortunately, he doesn't exactly have the uhh. appropriate ethics for it.

my guy is a huge collector. my tag for him on this tumblr is at cad (as in, ketavinsky.tumblr.com/search/cad, i was kind of calling him cadmium dallas in my head for a while, only because cadmium dallas is for some reason the placeholder name i use for all my prototype RELIGIOUS FREAK ocs, and i'm reluctant to let go of it now that i have the perfect religious freak oc. i'm just gonna say that cadmium dallas is his online alias... it's probably his twitter handle or something) if you're interested to see his aesthetic - i kinda wanna call it trinketcore? he's really into jewellery, embellishing and bedazzling and altering and uhh mutilating any piece of clothing he gets his hands onto, antiques, trinkets, souvenirs, FRIDGE MAGNETS. when he's at home he pretty much just sits on the floor because every flat surface he owns is just covered in bullshit and he has One (1) friend who isn't the kind of person to clean up after him even if she does love him dearly

god all he eats is candy. i know i touch on this briefly but pretty much all he eats is candy.

his favourite youtube account is channel 5. yes this is relevant. i dont know how but it is

he's like. 5'9? this isn't really relevant but i feel like i really emphasise how Small he is when i write him. he's really not that small he just has the worst posture ever. has a terminal case of gay people don't know how to sit properly as well

carries all his precious things with him wherever he goes. he's really into clothes with flowy/net-like material or sturdy canvas textures so he can cover them in literal hundreds of earrings, badges, brooches, pins, and he'll take them out of his clothes and stick them through his ears throughout the day. he truly values personal expression and believes that his own body is a doodle book for the story of his life. this is also why he tends to spend literally thousands of dollars on tattoos and then eat nothing but free sauces from fast food places and instant ramen for months

people that he admires/adores bring out the simpering sycophant in him, and he's a good friend if he warms up to you, but make no mistake, dude is not a pleasant person to be around. he has Very Specific Opinions about certain things, as well as a huge disdain for stuff like politics, social media, etc, and he doesn't have the social battery to engage with anyone he disagrees with. he won't even argue. he just leaves the room. he's overall a pretty quiet guy, and gosh he loves to talk about anything he's interested in, and he loves to teach people things and share opinions, but the moment someone tries to open a debate or even some friendly banter with him, he'll instantly check out.

a pure hedonist, obsessed with experiencing as many things as possible, including the negative. very good at putting a spin on all the objectively Bad Shit that happens to him to make it fun and exciting and new. the friend who goes "OMG GUESS WHAT HAPPENED YESTERDAY!!" and then spends 20 minutes gushing about like. the most fucked up experience ever.

this is mostly because of his upbringing, sorry to say. and this is where i pull out the family tree jashdhs

kiri is noah's half-brother; whereas noah is canonically around 21/22, kiri is 32. noah's mother, a huge horror movie buff conspiracy theorist and lovecraft enjoyer, disappeared when he was about 11, and noah was sent to live with kiri.

kiri is bound to the entity night (i also have a tag for him, btw! it's at, as u can imagine, /search/night, the rest of them also have tags at day, dusk, dawn, twilight. actually yeah everyone on this chart has a tag what am i saying. this is my oc inspiration tumblr. lol) as his human servant

night, the star-eater, the god of the oil slick serpent that snakes from the gutter in dark, is an entity who is primarily concerned with wisdom and abstraction, and as a result has a lot of humans who make pacts with him for knowledge or explanation of certain fucked up arcane things

kiri, being one of those people who's contracted into his thrall, was always around a whole heap of Fucked Up Shit when noah was growing up. noah's early childhood with his mother already gave him some... interesting ideas about the things that lurk beyond human perception, but it was being exposed to the aftershocks of the eldritch horrors kiri was dealing with for work that really cemented this.

noah never had a chance to be a 'normal kid' per se, but he maybe could've at least become a semi-functional adult if not for what he saw through kiri. these things are beautiful are the only truth are everything. additionally, kiri's tacit demeanour and tough/cruel love treatment definitely exacerbated noah's need for codependency and constant validation to the point of toxicity

but, y'know. he is a good guy overall despite his... many faults. or a kind guy? either way, he's not even really involved in this fuckshit cosmic opera so that part of canon has been nuked and now he's uhh. he's uhhhh got the worst boyfriend in the world.

oh, and he's a lucid dreamer!

really big into surfing and dancing, especially in techno contexts (will take any excuse to muzz. any excuse), and really just any high-energy or aerobic sport. if he hadn't been such a huge stoner through all of highschool he probably could have made it as a semi-professional sprinter. alas......

will never survive in a hospitality job because he physically cannot pretend to like people at all

his favourite colours are yellow and turquoise :)

[docholligay]

I'm trying to cut back on greasy/sweet junk food but between my jobs and taking care of the house, I'm exhausted every day so it's easier to eat out or buy pre-made. I have a couple hours on the weekend I can dedicate to making lunches or premake dinners but there isn't a fridge at work to keep cold stuff in so I feel stuck. Help?

I mean even eating out there are better and worse choices to make. I sure as shit do not prefer to go to a Mcdonald's, a filet o fish or a ten piece nugget fits my macros and goals just fine. I mean the trouble is it's expensive and not very filling for what it is, but you do what you gotta do. You can be making healthier choices and still sometimes swing by fast food, you just gotta exercise some restraint in the face of the menu, which isn't hard for me but is for some people and skipping it is just easier.

So honestly, if you stroll into any given supermarket, you have WAY WAY better ready made choices than fast food! I'm thinking of my Albertson's, and we do not live on the tony end of town so I assume most supermarkets will have things like this: Quick grab salad bowls in the produce section, the deli section usually has stuff like a broccoli crunch salad and an already-cooked chicken breast, you can grab some deli meat and a wrap and fucking throw that together in the parking lot. A Big Mac meal is like...8 or 9 bucks, and you can definitely get any of the stuff outlined above for that. So it's not so much you CAN'T grab and go as you just have to like, think about it a little more.

But that's not what you asked!

So, work lunches: number one, get a lunchbox (doesn't have to be fancy) and a little freezer guy. Here, I'll help:

Go buy like, the cheap ass ziploc containers at any grocery store (you do not need bento boxes. They are cute! But.

An insulated lunch tote! seven dollars

Ice packs! You can probably also get these at any grocery store

So now you have something that can keep stuff moderately cold, which expands your world--I'm gonna be honest I do not freak out about room temperature food safety stuff in my personal life, so no fridge wouldn't bother me at all, but YMMV.

With a couple hours on the weekend, what I would do is make a big thing of chicken or tuna salad, and cut up a bunch of veggies, storing them in water to keep them crisp. It's a really easy slap together in the morning. Boil eggs, too! You can also just buy premixed salad and toss boiled egg in there with some nice nuts, maybe a little fruit, vegetables. I make chicken breasts in bulk, often. Just 425 for 25-35 minutes, checking with a meat thermometer to see if they're done, and then I cut up the whole thing and store it in a container in the fridge.

For dinners, if you're fine eating the same thing, just make a big pot of stew, or, a personal favorite of mine, make salmon and vegetable packets that can go right from the freezer to the oven! Seriously, frozen like, normandy mix veggies or whatever the fuck ever, season, slap a salmon filet on that, season, toss some butter or olive oil on, freeze. Cook at like...or 375 or 400 from frozen for like, 12 minutes. The fish is done when it flakes easily with a fork.