#queue the lights

[stealerofnames]

Attack for @horse-time-babey

[kiyomitakada]

alternative idea for dn rarepair week day 1 was "modern au light is an mlm marketer who tries pulling the Fate line on naomi in a bar (for the mlm marketing) and gets punched in the face, falls in love immediately" but unfortunately i dont have enough faith in my social skills to write a situation where the punching is warranted. in naomi's defense she's probably super drunk.

[asparkofhopeiswhatimafter]

No sorry that's not right. Yeah no I'm not "running a blog." Running is way too active a word for whatever the heck is happening here.

[lithish-illus]

happy pride! look at this trans guy

[curseofaphrodite]

Reader is a newer CBI agent and stays late after work and reads on Jane's couch because she isn't used to the new city and doesn't feel safe at home and Jane keeps her company on the couch staying with her as she falls asleep 🍄

"We'll go talk to the suspect tomorrow," Lisbon said, taking the files off your desk. "Nice work today, goodnight L/N."

"'Night," you smiled, hardly moving as she left. With a sigh, you opened your laptop again, basking in the quietness of the setting sun and empty rooms.

Not for long, of course.

"Why are you here?" Patrick asked, startling you from what you were doing.

"I was just, uhm, finishing up my work. I don't mind staying behind," you rambled, hoping he wouldn't ask why the city still felt unfamiliar to you, because you knew he'd see right through your lies.

No matter how proud you were to land this job, no matter how much you were grateful — moving into a new place was always hard. Being a CBI agent and being scared of your own safety wasn't a good combo, so you hadn't told anyone. Patrick didn't need any words to understand that, because he always seemed to know everything.

"I meant why are you on my couch," he said pointedly.

"Oh—"

"No, no, it's okay. You can sit there." Patrick sat down beside you with a kind smile. "See? Enough space for two. What are you working on?"

"Haven't decided yet."

"We can work together, if you want."

You shook your head swiftly. "I appreciate your thought but—"

"I know what it's like to not want to go back to your own house," he interrupted, his voice genuine. "I can't tell you how many times I've slept here. I really don't mind helping you."

His eyes were daring as if to say "whatever excuse you have, you know you'd like a friend," and he was true, because a friend was exactly what you needed.

What's the worst that could happen anyway?

True, Rigsby found you asleep on his shoulder and teased you for weeks, but we won't talk about that.

[muuurder]

I just- think he’s really neat ☺️

Also everyone say hello to my self-insert oc.

I’m suffering in college hell, so all I’ve been able to do is work doobles. Lord help all of you when break comes, it’s only brahms hours.

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[the-soulofdevil]

Greetings 🌸

I finally got in the college I was desperately trying for. It's officially been a week. I'm stressed due to studies and work load as we are to work in hospital settings and complete assignments.

I might not be able to be as active as before, but feel free to send me message and talk to me. My blog always is and will be a safe space.

Thank you for your support, patience and love.

Until the next time ❤️

- Love, Soul.

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[whothefuckisjanefonda]

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