summary: a rough case shuts alex down completely. luckily, you're a pretty good listener even when she doesn't speak.
content: alex blake × reader, autistic alex (bc who else does crosswords in pen?), soft hurt/comfort, mentions of child loss (brief), autistic shutdowns. both parties are very much of age, author knows nothing about linguistics but everything about autism.
Rumi.exe Has Stopped Working
“You’re… on top of me.”
“I noticed,” Rumi whispered, mortified.
“You need to get off.”
“Im trying!”
Or
A calm training week dissolves into disaster when Rumi starts teleporting whenever she’s flustered, sneezing, or simply existing too hard. By incident seven, she’s questioning every life choice that brought her here.
Summary: Who knew how easy it would be for Reader to find comfort in Tara’s arms
Request: Reader has anxiety and gets overwhelmed during a case so Tara comforts them
Pairing: Tara Lewis x Reader (no gender specified)
Category: Comfort
Content Warnings: crying, anxiety and feelings of being overwhelmed (Reader)
Word count: 1.1k
Most days were okay. Even while surrounded by profilers - with one of them being so much more to you than that - you were able to maintain a straight face and do everything that was expected from you. It might cost you more of your vigor than your colleagues but you made it work. For your own sake and that of the people’s lives you were saving. Putting on your professional demeanor and not letting the hints of your struggles show, you could go through your workday just like anyone else.
Today was not one of those days.
hi here's a celine+rumi post canon fluff drabble that didn't fit into anything else:
(edit, now posted on ao3)
Bright golden light spills across the surfaces of her childhood home, bouncing off the dark woods, making the air still and heat-ladened.
The summer's day brought an uncomfortable warmth, suffocating the air around her. Huntrix was on another short hiatus, during which Rumi chose to return home to Jeju in favour of staying with Celine. Mira and Zoey tagged along, both out of the house buying groceries for their family barbecue later. Rumi would've joined, but she hates the burning feeling of the sun on her skin, instead, she chose to rest on their old worn out couch, a loose tank falling off her shoulder, athletic shorts that did little to cool her heated skin.
Celine was probably holed up in her office. She too despised the heat of the day, preferring to tend to their garden early in the morning or before the sun lays to rest below the horizon.
Sweat rolls off her forehead, the humidity clings to her skin. She should probably move to her bedroom in favour of its air-conditioning, but the warmth had her trapped on the soft cushions. Besides, the fan circulating in the corner helped some, its repeating hum pulling her to sleep
Rumi's eyes flutter shut, a heat induced exhaustion blanketing her body, but before she fully relaxes into her dreams, cold fingers touch beneath the hem of her shirt.
“Ah shit—” Her body recoils from the abrasive touch, sitting up to see Celine lounging at the coffee table.
“Your hands are freezing,” Rumi pouts.
There's a mischievous glint forming in Celine's eyes, who says nothing as she places both icy palms onto Rumi's face. Coldness that seeped deeply into the woman's bones, leeching out onto her fiery skin.
And Rumi, even after all her years of training under this woman, skilled in all things that made her the honmoon's prodigy hunter, still can not escape her. Celine's grasp is firm, keeping her head still under the chill of her hands. Fingers that so tenderly hold onto her jaw, one extends up to the patterns swirling on her cheek.
“Celine!” She tries and fails to wiggle out of the grip, bringing her own hands to clasp around the woman's own, but it's to no avail.
“Sorry tiger, but I just had to,” Celine says, as if she really had no choice.
“Why?!"
Eyes soften as she holds onto her, tiny wrinkles that betray her age, “you looked so peaceful, like a little kitten sleeping in the sunlight,” her guardian replies, finally moving those glaciers of bones off her face. The relief is short lived, though, as her hands move to her exposed shoulders.
“No! Stop, why are you so cold!” Seriously, how did she hold onto so much cold in this oppressive summer's weather? It would've been more welcoming of a touch had it not been so contrasting to the heat of her skin.
Rumi decides then that if she can't beat Celine in this little game, then she might as well join her. It takes all of one motion to drag the woman forward, a move said woman had shown her, trapping her under her weight.
Laughter erupts from the body beneath her, how long has it been since Celine had let herself smile like this, Rumi wonders, to let that sound bubble out her throat with no worries or fears weighing her down. Celine could just as easily push her shorter frame off, but she gives in to Rumi so easily.
“That's dirty work, I taught you better than that.” Celine half scolds, lightly tapping a finger to her nose, but the smile on her face says otherwise.
“Hey, you also taught me to do whatever it takes to win.” Rumi leans her body towards her, now fully sprawling on top of Celine. The chills that cling to the woman's skin slowly dissipate under Rumi's weight. Strong arms wrap her waist, keeping her from moving.
A position that mimics one from her youth, when she was much smaller, crawling over Celine's body in search of her comfort. Days she'd spend pulling at her hand, dragging her onto this couch, Celine couldn't say no to her pleas, back when their world was a little lighter, when the patterns didn't drive that wedge between them.
The years have pushed them apart. She can't recall the last time she's done this with her.
Neither make any moves of leaving, though, enjoying this unexpected act under the afternoon light.
“What were you doing anyway?” Rumi murmurs, voice soft as to not disturb the quiet that settled between them.
“Going over the mid-year report—boring stuff, by the way.”
Of course it's some paperwork, Celine always poured herself into her files and emails, even if it was well past midnight, working long hours after her hunts.
“Take a break then, you're the ceo. Your employees can wait.” Rumi was already comfortable where she lay, the contours of Celine's body easily fitting next to hers. Admittedly, she did not want to let this instance pass. Instead, she shifts her ear to rest over her guardian's heartbeat, listening to its rhythm.
Celine hums out an agreement, eyes now shut. The rise and fall of her chest steadying, waves that gently lapse over.
“You really are my petit chaton,” tiredness dragging out her voice.
Rumi feels the grip of the arms around her loosen as Celine slowly gives in to the pull of sleep.
Savouring this moment, Rumi follows suit, closing her own eyes as she feels her weariness build. It's not often that either have any free time nowadays. To even come home to Celine after all the years of built-up tension is more than enough. Sleep tugs at her once more, breathing in slowly, Rumi rests in the arms of her mother.
Okay so I know the fandom has collectively agreed that Rumi was probably overheating constantly (especially in the summer) because she was always in long sleeves when she's still trying to hide her patterns. Which. Yeah long sleeves and oversized hoodies in the summer is insane work and it's frankly a miracle that she didn't get heatstroke halfway through a performance. But that got me thinking, so consider:
The reason that Rumi was able to deal with wearing long sleeves 24/7 when she was still trying to hide her patterns was because her demon half has an affinity for high temperatures.
We don't really get to see much of the afterlife/the demon realm in this movie save for Gwi-ma's general throne room area, but assuming that this version of hell is at least loosely based on the ten gates/courts + considering the fact that Gwi-ma himself is a literal talking bonfire, it makes sense that the demons would be resistant to heat + might potentially prefer warmer environments. That being said, wouldn't it be funny if thanks to her demonic heritage, Rumi just naturally gravitates to heat like a reptile.
When Mira and Zoey start taking her to the bathhouse regularly she just spends hours in the hanjeungmak (kiln sauna) basking like a lizard while the other two are melting trying to accompany her. She has ten space heaters and a sun lamp in her room. When she starts sleeping in the same bed as Mira and Zoey she likes being sandwiched between them partially because she's touch-starved, but also because they're both very warm and her lizard brain (demon brain?) automatically associates that with comfort and safety and home. Mira and Zoey have fully come home to her stretched out across the couch with the curtains open like a cat in a sunbeam.
Bonus points if she gets really sad and mopey during the winter because it's not as warm anymore and Mira and Zoey are just trying everything to cheer her up. The reason they have a fireplace in the penthouse now is purely because they clocked her sitting as close to the heater as possible and went "nope. absolutely not. this cannot do. if the wife is not happy the life is not happy" and promptly got a renovation crew on speed dial to install a fireplace and rework the entire heating system
At some point they just accept that their girlfriend is probably some flavour of cold-blooded and just buy her a bunch of electric blankets so she doesn't feel the need to turn on the heaters in the penthouse "in the middle of summer, Rumi, what the fuck-"
(@the-ten-amongst-these-threes danke for the ideas)
Summary: Christmas is overwhelming, but Penelope is always there to hold your hand through it. Warnings: NONE IT IS FLUFFCEMBER BRO
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You have never been a fan of crowds. Instead, you enjoy curling up at home with a good book or going out with a select few friends that you feel comfortable with. However, as the weather starts to turn cold and Christmas lights start to glow, your girlfriend is determined to go to a little market in the middle of downtown. You have been avoiding it for as long as you can, but there are only a couple of days left, and Penelope is in desperate need of something light and fluffy after the most recent case.
Which is how you end up with your hands tangled in hers as she rushes from shop to shop. The small alleyway this market has been set up in is overflowing with people, and you feel a twinge of anxiety rise in your throat. You knew that it would be busy, you just didn’t realize how busy it would be. Penelope doesn’t seem to notice as she pushes through the throngs to find the perfect Christmas gifts for everyone in the unit. A handbound notebook for Alex, a new fluffy scarf for JJ, a shirt that said Baby Girl on it for Derek, a little journal of random facts for Spencer, and a handmade mug for Hotchner.
Each gift was picked out with the utmost care, and the process took hours. The whole experience would have overwhelmed you if it weren’t for the way Penelope clung to you the entire time. No matter what booth she was in, or what she was doing, Penelope kept her fingers threaded in yours. The moment that the crowd started to push in, she would always find a small spot to hide in till it thinned out. The entire time, her thumb would run over the back of your hand, reminding you of her constant presence.
Just when your patience was about to give out, Penelope stopped at the booth right at the end of the market. You didn’t pay attention to what it was; more focused on breathing through the vibration of anxiety that had now settled into your chest. It was only when Penelope placed a cup into your free hand that you focused. It was a hot chocolate shop that had a huge display of some of your favorite pastries.
A smile played on your lips as Penelope transferred a brown package to your intertwined hands before taking her own hot chocolate cup. When she was sure that the food would not fall from her hand, you pulled you from the alleyway to the tables and chairs set up away from the crowd. Her hand does not leave you when you sit, but it is the first time all night that you feel like you can actually breathe.
“Thank you for coming with me, even though it was hard,” Penelope smiles before taking a long sip of her hot chocolate.
“It was not hard…well, not as hard as I thought it would be,” you murmur sheepishly. “You were there to guide me through, and that is what matters.”
Penelope giggles, and you can’t help but grin back at her. “Gosh, I love you so much.” She takes out your favorite pastry, setting it gently on a napkin before sliding it across the table to you. “Eat up so that we can go home and do what you love most during the holiday season.”
“Cuddle on the couch and watch a ridiculous amount of reality TV?” You ask excitedly, shoving a piece of the pastry into your mouth.
“Only the best for you,” Penelope winks.
You finish the pastry in record time and navigate back through the downtown streets. The entire time, Penelope made sure to walk pressed against your side with her thumb rubbing small circles on the back of your hand. The world was a big place that often overwhelmed you, but with Penelope, you felt like you could get through anything.
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Here, have some tooth rotting fluff because I am sad and this is making me feel better.
Post-movie, when the girls are trying to do a weird mating dance to attract the other two into this weird polycule, Rumi actually comes ahead in the flirting category by just being a good partner.
Mira wakes up after a particularly bad night, still exhausted, and checks her phone to see that she was supposed to be on-air with the girls an hour ago. She launches out of bed, stumbling into the kitchen, cursing under her breath, until she smells something cooking.
Rumi is in the kitchen, with three different pans on the stove and the oven on, moving through the motions calmly. Vegetables chopped, eggs cracked, and that little smile on her face that makes Mira's heart melt every time.
Mira is stuck for a moment, watching Rumi float through the kitchen, humming a lullaby to herself as she cooks. The Honmoon is calm, floating around them like the ocean on a calm day. The waves curl around Mira's hand, guiding her into the kitchen when Rumi finally notices her.
"Good morning, jigiya. I made you some tea, just the way you like it, no sugar, splash of milk. It's on the counter."
Mira could feel her heart melting. Rumi, strong, fearless, amazing Rumi cared enough to know exactly how she liked her tea. Mira slid into the seat at the island, pulling the pink bear cup towards her. She sipped the tea, a satisfied hum rumbling through her at the taste of it.
Within a few minutes, Rumi set a small plate of Hotteok in front of Mira. She looked at Rumi in shock, and the older girl just shrugged.
"You mentioned you liked them. I got the recipe from a vendor the last time I was in the city. Eat them before they get cold, ok?"
Mira nodded robotically, quickly trying one of them. It was good, really good. Mira couldn't help the little noise that left her as she ate, causing Rumi to laugh softly. Mira felt her heart clench at the sound. She wanted to bottle that sound and play it anytime she felt sad or lonely.
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Zoey woke up to an empty bed. That wasn't unusual on their days off, but as Zoey checked her phone, she realized that there was supposed to be an interview earlier that day. She launched herself out of bed and bolted for the kitchen, already rehearsing what she would say to placate Celine later that day. That is, until she rounded the corner and saw the sight in front of her.
Rumi and Mira were sitting at the kitchen counter, singing a soft duet that floated through the penthouse. There were three mugs on the counter, and a plate of what looked like pancakes in front of Mira. As Zoey cautiously approached, Rumi looked over at her with the softest smile.
"Good morning, aegiya. I made you some tea, too. Black, with enough milk and sugar to kill a small nation, right?"
Zoey nodded, a little confused by what was happening. She shot a confused look at Mira, who just shrugged and went back to sipping her tea. Zoey slid into the open seat, reaching for her turtle mug with both hands. As she tried the tea, she smiled softly to herself. Rumi definitely knew exactly what she liked.
Rumi, for her part, placed a plate down in front of Zoey. The younger girls eyes widened as she saw a full American breakfast in front of her. She looked up at Rumi, who was watching for her reaction.
"You're the best, Unnie. You know that, right? It's really important that you know that."
Rumi blushed, her patterns glowing softly from the compliment. As Zoey started eating, Mira asked the question that had been bugging her all morning.
"What happened with the interview?"
Rumi was suddenly very interested in the stove, and she quickly made her way back to the kitchen. Mira watched her go, standing up to follow her. Rumi was standing at the stove, doing her best to appear busy as Mira walked up behind her.
"What did you do, Rumi?"
Mira's question was soft as she reached around to hold Rumi's waist. The older girl blushed, and her patterns started glowing bright. She felt a weight on her front, and looking down she realized that Zoey had attached herself to her as well. She took a deep breath before speaking.
"I canceled. You- WE deserve a day off."
The kitchen was silent for almost a full minute. Rumi was standing there, smushed between both girls, about to cry. It had taken a lot for her to cancel, but the girls still needed rest. She still needed rest. But she couldn't stop the nagging feeling that Mira and Zoey were going to hate her for canceling. For seeming weak.
She was broken out of her spiral as Mira placed a gentle kiss on her temple. It was soft, and Rumi could feel the pride radiating off of the taller girl. Zoey had the same reaction Rumi did, and the older girl was horrified when she realized Zoey was crying. Before she could say anything, Zoey spoke.
"You took a break... for us? For you?"
It came out in a sob, but Rumi realized that it was filled with pride and happiness. Zoey was proud of her. Mira was too. Rumi nodded hesitantly, still bracing for anger.
"I'm so proud of you, nae salang. So, so proud."
Mira held Rumi closer as she spoke, hiding her face in Rumi's shoulder. She was close to tears herself, filled with so many emotions. More than anything, she was proud of her girl. Proud of her Rumi.
The three of them stayed like that in the kitchen, holding each other and whispering praise to their leader. After a while, Mira pulled away to face her girls.
"I love you both so much."
It rolled off her tongue so easily. She barely had time to process the thought before it was out in the world. Luckily, it wasn't quiet for long.
"I love you both too. Like, a lot."
Zoey spoke this time, her voice timid compared to normal. Rumi was left blinking, reeling from the knowledge that her girls felt the same way she did. She took a deep breath before responding.
"I love you too. More than I've ever loved anything before in my life. I want to have you both near me all the time. I want to wake up next to you every morning. I want to call you jigiya and aegiya, and have it mean something more. I love you both, and I don't know what to do."
The three girls stood there for a moment, all quiet as they worked through their own thoughts. Finally, Zoey spoke up.
"I know we all just kind of declared our love for each other, but would you two like to be my girlfriends?"
All three girls broke out into giggles as Rumi and Mira nodded enthusiastically. As the three of them came together in a hug once more, Rumi realized that canceling that interview was the best decision she'd ever made. Aside from her girls, of course.
I realized after writing all this that it was about three miles long, but I like it, and it's my blog, so I don't care. Anyways, I really hope you guys like this one. I put my heart into it tonight.
I was walking through the toy aisle at Target when I found this thing and had a VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE FLASHBACK to when JP first came out and they had a bunch of REALLY COOL T Rex toys that I would have sold one of my scrawny small-child limbs for but my mother wouldn’t get me one because they were “too violent and also ate people” :(
hnn I WANT IT SO BAD
on closer inspection, it makes a lot of really obnoxious noises and is also Too Expensive. BUT FEAR NOT I found this slightly smaller dude wedged in the back!
IT HAS BITE ACTION, AND THAT’S THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS
now we enter the testing phase
yup. looks good.
Extreme Chompin T-Rex says IT’S NEVER TOO LATE TO FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS
Can we take a moment to appreciate that we can use this as a rosetta stone to say “EXTREME CHOMPIN’ “ in four languages?
OH SHIT YOU’RE RIGHT, let me check the garbage to see if it’s still there! hopefully I didn’t destroy it in my excitement
*roar sound effect*
IMPORTANT UPDATE:
update update: I re-sized her collar and found a bag of toy bones at the craft store. I haven’t put this much effort into a non-school thing since my last job search, help
(secret bonus: the other side of her tag)
There’s more!
I love.
I saw that people are reblogging the thread again, so I thought I’d give you all an update on how Wexter is doing!
(just fine)
Wexter And The Case Of Her Continuing Marvelously Naughty Garden Adventures
OP and Wexter can break all my toes and I would still send a thank you card
Wexter says SHE WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING (but she might chew your ankles a little bit maybe)
so it’s come to my attention that at some point this weekend Wexter blew past 100,000 notes, and I for one think that’s very cash money of her.
it’s been a few weeks, I suppose we should check up on the AHSGSHGAFB?!
ajdhf.
Nearing on 375K Notes!!! What in the Paleolithic are y'all gonna do when they top 400K?!
cry, probably
Reblogging to get you one note closer to crossing the 400k mark!
YOU MANIACS. okay, here we go!
(she was a skater Rex, she said see you later Rex, she’s finally hit 400k!)
we’re coming to you live from Halloween 2022, where Wexter continues to be ridiculously jawsome!
this year we’re doing a much-beloved character from classic literature, “Dracula with inappropriate straw hat”
thanks everyone, may your weens be hollow and your candy be many!
hey! HEY. it’s Halloween 2023! AND YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT WEXTER IS DRESSED UP AS THIS YEAR.
she’s… (WEXTER! here girl!) she’s a… a…..
GOTTEM!
Halloween 2024.
hello from Halloween 2025! it’s been a hell of a year, but it’s okay.
everything will be fine.
Rumi being sick and only wanting Celine
She's the type to power through injuries, a broken bone? No problem, the honmoon speeds up her healing. But the moment she gets a fever, she becomes a whining mess calling out for Celine.
Mira and Zoey, of course, want to help, making all her favourite foods, but Rumi is too stubborn and only wants Celine's cooking when she's not well.
“Rumi please, it's Celine's recipe,”
“But she didn't make it, :(”
She has the saddest doe eyes when she hears Celine's name, pout and all.
Zoey gives in and just calls Celine, even if she's in Jeju, the woman would drop anything just to be there for her kid. And she shows up suspiciously fast, armed with groceries and one of Rumi's childhood blankets that she didn't take to the tower. She immediately starts over the soup Mira made, and Mira would be mad at that, if not for the fact that Celine's cooking is indeed better than hers.
Rumi latching onto Celine's back like a sloth would a branch as soon as she sees her, wrapping both in her blanket, basically acting as dead weight. She'd bury her head into her shoulder, arms death gripping around her waist, but Celine's used to it, moving around the kitchen efficiently, before spooning a bowl for her to eat.
And when she's finished, Rumi drags Celine to her bed, forcing her to cuddle (which Celine is very glad to do, because Rumi is only ever this touchy when she's ill) The girl basically acting like she wants to crawl into Celine's skin with how close she is to her. But if Rumi still wants Celine in her life, then how could she say no?
Being Emily's girlfriend and having the case affect you more than usual, so you're exhausted on the ride back home. You are almost falling asleep but you hate the idea of sleeping anywhere else but your home because it makes you feel too vulnerable and exposed, so you're actively trying to keep yourself awake despite your heavy eyelids.
Emily being the observant person she is—and totally obsessed with her girlfriend—notices this and sets down her tablet, walking down to the back of the jet where you're curled up on your seat, and sitting down by your side.
"Hey..." She whispers. But then rushes to add when you jump a little. "Hey, it's me. It's just me."
Something cracks inside of her when the mere sound of her voice can cue your muscles to relax.
"You should get some rest, sweetheart." She talks quietly, intertwining her fingers with yours.
You try to protest—to say it isn't necessary, that you'll sleep home. But she interrupts you.
"Hey. I know you don't like sleeping anywhere else... I won't push you to talk about it now. But you need sleep, you are barely holding yourself upright and don't think I don't see the look on your eyes earlier." She squeezes your hand before continuing. "Would it help if I stay with you?"
You nod once—tiny, trusting—against her shoulder where your head rests now. (It's impossible not to curl up against the woman) Maybe if she's here, nothing bad would happen, nothing could touch you or see anything bad.
After all, if there's something you know about Emily is that she loves you and protects you. Oh, and she is an incredibly good kisser.
Pleaseee will you write some headcanons about Rumi and Mira (separate) with a F!werewolf reader?
Rumi and Mira x F!Werewolf!reader
Hi, could I request a Rumi x female reader soulmate au? Where the reader is dragged by her best friend to a Huntr/x concert. She and Rumi make eye contact, and that's when they know. Rumi is super excited, but the reader panics; she's always been afraid of relationships, so she runs and hides. Fans start freaking out because "What do you mean, Rumi found her soulmate and ran away?" Rumi is desperate to find her, and Mira, Zoey, and Bobby are doing their best to support her. Finally, one day, in a convenience store somewhere late at night, on her way home, she's attacked by demons, and the girls save her (Rumi freaks out a little when she sees the reader a little hurt) and bring her back because she got hurt. She and Rumi have a conversation, and she makes it clear that you're hers and she won't let you go. For the first time, the reader accepts the bond and gives Rumi a chance, but is somewhat wary. It would be funny to see people flirt with the reader and Rumi die of jealousy 😡, while the reader is relaxed 🙂
“I don’t care how long it takes. You’re mine — not because fate says so, but because I choose you. I won’t let you go.”
Reporter: “Miss Y/N, are you single?” You: “Uh—” Rumi: smiling too sharply “No.” Mira: snickering in the back “There goes another one, down by Rumi’s glare.” Zoey: “You’re scary when you get jealous, unnie…” You: calm as ever, just pat Rumi’s arm “Relax. They were just being polite.” Rumi: “They were breathing too close to you.”
What if Rumi had like terrible and I like truly mean terrible period pain due to her being half demon?
Im gonna try my hand at these headcanons lol Enjoy!
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*Demon heritage often came with several perks, such as enhanced strength, vision, speed. But the downsides cant be ignored. One of the major ones that Rumi discovered the second she got her first period at 8 (early bloomer) was absolutely debilitating period pains.
*She will have cramps that spread over her entire reproductive system, across her lower back, up her spine and across her shoulders.
*Painkillers absolutely do not touch them. Heating pads barely helped. Mira and Zoey have even carried Rumi to the 18th floor of Huntrix Tower (aka the floor they had renovated into their own private bathhouse) just to try and get her enough relief to sleep. Mira will often stay with her in the tub if she manages to fall asleep, making sure her head stays above the water. They will stay like that for hours if Rumi needs it.
*Bobby is very good at keeping track of Rumi's cycle and is very careful to make sure nothing gets scheduled during the week of Rumi's period because it absolutely debilitates her. All she can do is lay down or sleep.
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