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Fan-Fic writer of Riverdale, Criminal minds, Voltron, Sander sides, RWBY, and possibly more that I can't think of at the minute so feel free to request/ask anything, Lovelies!

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Masterlist

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner:

Here

Derek Morgan:

First Impressions are Often Wrong

Recharging

Spencer Reid:

Unseen Marks (Explicit)

Penelope Garcia:

Riverdale

Jughead:

Questions Lead to Answers

This is Home

Blood is Meaningless

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Love sick

My Hero Academia

Tenya Iida:

Quite Fond

[strwbrrs-r-nice]

i want 50 avengers tower fanfics of the thunderbolts on my desk by morning do you hear me

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Quite Fond

AN: This is probably sucky because I started writing this a while ago and my writing style has changed a bit but I hope you guys enjoyed it. Requests are open so feel free to ask for someone!

Warnings: none? Bad writing?

Word Count: 1199

You sighed as you stared up the flight of stairs you would have to climb to get to Recovery Girl’s office. You took a deep breath and started your journey. Stairs are annoying regularly but doing them with a sprained ankle is something you wouldn’t wish upon anyone. You had to take a break when you were half way up. Just standing in a calm silence seemed to distract you from the pain in your ankle. It also distracted you from keeping your balance. You found that out when you heard Iida shout out for you. Your response was the sound of tumbling down the stairs.

You groaned and held your forehead. “y/n, why are you at the school? Everyone is having dinner in the dorms right now.” Iida questioned as he knelt beside your form.

“Well I was trying to get to Recovery Girl’s office but gravity had other plans.”

You met Iida’s gaze as he smirked. “That’s a good one. Why are you going to Recovery Girl?” You told him about how you were working on your mobility outside of class and sprained your ankle pretty badly. “Why didn’t you ask for assistance? Any one of our classmates would have been happy to help you here.”

You smiled. “Iida, will you help me up to Recovery Girl?” Within seconds you were lifted off of the ground. You had meant for him to wrap your arm around his neck and help you hop up the stairs, not bridal carry you to the office. But you had to admit you didn’t hate being held by the strong, kind boy. You had acquired a slight blush during the short walk to your destination. Recovery Girl fixed you up in a few minutes and sent you both off to the dorms.

You hopped up from the chair you were seated in with the intent to walk but Iida picked you up again. “Uh… Iida, you know I can walk now right?”

“Well yes, but Recovery Girl said that you would start feeling tired soon and I don’t want you falling again.”

Once you were out of the school, the sky was a brilliant shade of purple and the paths around the campus were lit with street lamps. It was only about a five minute walk from the school to the 1-A Alliance building but that was enough time for you to feel the tiredness set in. You felt your eyelids droop and found yourself curling into Iidas warm embrace. You felt more than heard Iida chuckle. “y/n, don’t fall asleep yet, you still need to eat.”

He sat you down at a table and left you alone for a little so he could grab you some dinner. “Hey, y/n! We were wondering where you were.” You turned and saw the Deku squad minus Iida. You yawned and waved to your friends.

Uraraka looked at you confused. “Did something happen? The last time I saw you this tired you had seen Recovery Girl.” You didn’t get a chance to respond as a bowl was set in front of you.

Iida sat next to you. “Well you’d be correct. Y/n was being stubborn like usual and got themselves injured but didn’t ask for help to get to Recovery Girl’s office.” Uraraka shook her head in response.

“Jeez y/n, you’re just about as bad as Deku!” She laughed out. You felt your face heat up as a blush found its way to your cheeks. You and your friends continued to joke and eat your dinner like normal. After you finished your food, you joined a few other students out in the common room to hang out.

You found it harder to keep your eyes open as you tried to pay attention to Ashido’s gossip filled story, almost falling asleep right then and there. A heavy hand on your shoulder jolted you awake. Following the hand up to who it belonged to, you found Iida’s annoyed face staring down at you. “y/n, you’re falling asleep. You should go to your dorm.” He quietly suggested, quiet enough that you could have missed it if you didn’t know he was talking to you.

You gave him a shrug as you turned your exhausted attention back to the conversation that had moved onto a different topic. It seemed Iida didn’t like that answer however as you were soon being picked up and carried towards the elevators. “Hey, what the- What the heck Iida? I can take care of myself.” You yawned out in protest. As the elevator doors closed you heard him sigh. His jaw and mouth made a tight line, his eyebrows furrowed. If it hadn’t been for the obvious concern in his stern eyes, you would’ve thought he was mad.

You weren’t put down by the tall raven-haired man until you were both inside of your dorm. Even then, he had immediately set you onto your bed.

“Iida, you don’t have to baby me. I’m fine! I don’t need you to take care of me.”

“Yes you do! I don’t understand how you can say that when you’ve proven time and time again that you won’t take care of yourself. I’m not just talking about today either! You do this every time you get hurt but every time that someone needs help you are the first person to offer. Why won’t you let us help you? Why won’t you let me help you?”

Iida’s voice broke as he finished speaking. You couldn’t bear to look at him, knowing that he was right. You never accepted help from anyone. The slight sting behind your eyes made you scrunch your face. You wished that Iida would go. That he would get fed up with your actions and leave you alone. Feeling your bed dip, you knew that wasn’t happening.

“Because I don’t want to be seen as weak. I am nowhere near the smartest or strongest person in class. I can’t help but feel like an annoyance when I ask for help. That’s why I offer to help people but won’t accept it. I want to be helpful. I want to prove my worth.”

Wiping your eyes, you kept your gaze trained on the floor. There was a long silence between the two of you, not knowing where to go from here.

“Do you know why I went looking for you earlier?” You shook your head.

“I went to find you because our classmates, your friends were wanting to see you. To be around you. They don’t see you as an annoyance, nor do I. Truthfully, I’m quite fond of you and your company.”

Large hands encased your own as you looked to the boy next to you. The slightest smile present on his face as loving eyes met yours. “Thank you, Iida. I’m quite fond of your company too.” He huffed out a laugh and pulled you into a hug. Your tiredness had finally decided to make its reappearance. Iida noticed as well and attempted to leave you to rest.

“Wait Iida…uh, would you stay? Actually no, nevermind, you probably have other things to do and-”

“I’d love to, y/n.”

[hazurasinner]

“Signing a contract with a Witch” My attempts to make a Halloween themed drawing backfired into a very self-indulgent Life is Strange art of a certain bard and witch. Please reblog, do not repost or edit!

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LOOK AT THIS AMAZING ART!!! AAH, ITS SO PERFECT IM GONNA DIE💕💕💕

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Love Sick

Word count: 669 words

Warnings: None? Fluffy

Cedric Diggory x Hufflepuff! Reader

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You woke up coughing hysterically. You didn’t even know what the time was but the moon and stars shone brightly in the cloudy sky. Your dorm mates woke up with you, some immediately going to your bedside to see what the commotion was. “y/n, are you feeling alright?” asked one of the 3rd years. You tried to answer back only to be met with another body-wracking fit. 

You groaned as you calmed yourself once more. “Uh, I think so?” You said with a strained voice. Despite your lie of good health your dorm mates when to get Professor Sprout. After a short back and forth between you and the Professor she helped you make your way to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey sat you down on a bed and checked your breathing. 

You shuddered as the cold stethoscope made contact with you. “It sounds like you may have whooping cough, Dear. You’ll need to stay here for a little while so I can monitor it.” The nice nurse in front of you said. She handed you a cup with some antibiotics in it along with some water. You begrudgingly swallowed the bitter pills and laid back on the bed. 

Professor Sprout went back to the basement with a sympathetic look on her face. This had happened quite a bit. You would get sick but not tell anyone so you could avoid the hospital wing. You loved Madame Pomfrey but her work space gave you anxiety. You wished that you would have grabbed something from your bed to give you comfort. Specifically, you wished for the sweater your loving boyfriend gave you during last week's trip to Hogsmeade when you were cold. 

You had almost gotten back to sleep when you started coughing again. “Well that doesn’t sound good.” Came a voice from the foot of your bed. Low and behold there was no one other than your love-sick puppy of a boyfriend.

You gave a faint smile. “Hey, Ced.” You coughed out. He chuckled and moved to the side of your bed. He scooted you over and laid down next to you. He was surprised when you pushed away from his embrace. “No cuddles! I'm gonna get you sick too.” You half-heartedly whined. Cedric of course didn’t listen and pulled you in tighter. You relaxed as the warmth of Cedric radiated onto your cold self. He kissed your forehead as you nuzzled into his neck.

“Get some sleep, Love.”

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Madame Pomfrey started making her rounds to check on the students under her care when she saw the heartwarming sight. She’d seen it multiple times but it never lost its magic. Cedric half awake, holding you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. While it was walking a line between being PDA and breaking a school rule she always let it slide. Very rarely did anyone see a couple as in love with each other as you two.

He’d always come stay with you when you got sent to the hospital wing. He would do everything in his power to not leave your side as you dealt with the anxiousness this place gave you. He’d even missed a day of class with how stubborn he could be. She gave a little laugh as she got an apprehensive dose of medicine ready for the loving fool who was bound to get himself sick. “Thank you, Madame Pomfrey.” Cedric whispered as he took the medicine.

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About two weeks later the couple was back under the care of the school nurse. The roles were reversed however with Cedric being sick and whiny while y/n held him and played with his hair. “Babe, I told you that you were going to get sick from staying close to me. You brought this on yourself.” You laughed as your love snuggled impossibly close to you.

You two were undoubtedly enthralled with one another and it seemed as though not even the strongest magic of fate would ever seem to change it.

[asexyfaeriefate]

[the-mykie-show]

I've never hit reblog so fast in my entire life omg

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Throw the whole society away

[courtmajulian]

Julian: I’m not saying I consume more caffeine than should be humanly possible, but I do think my body will keep moving for about 48 hours after my death.

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Unseen Marks

I am in the works of writing this for a Male! Reader and if there are any suggestions for it I’m all ears!

Warnings: Explicit material (NSFW 18+), BDSM type stuff.

Word Count: 1688 words

This is an AU where you have a black mark on your body and that is the first place your soulmate will touch you. When they touch your mark it burns for a few seconds then goes away. That has me thinking about a headcanon where Reid is part of the BDSM scene and yeah, um… Don’t read it if you are uncomfortable with this scene and if you do read it, I hope that I did my idea justice.

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You stared down at the address then back up at the building in front of you. You had never done this before and your nerves were starting to get to you. Slowly you descended the stairs to the subdivision under the building. When you entered the door, you were met with a small waiting room with red walls and many people standing around.  

You shyly looked around the sea of people as a chime sounds drawing your attention to the front of the room. “Alright everyone. Welcome to the Underground! You will notice that there is a number on your information card. That’s the room you will be entering with someone who matched with the desires you gave us. Have fun, darlings!” The hostess said and with that you slowly walked around, looking for room number 7. You found it and reached for the knob but you froze. What if you matched with a sadist? What if you ended up being the victim of a killer and ended up on your teams desk as a casualty in a case? 

Or, what if you found your soulmate? Your mark was very odd compared to most peoples. Your tongue was black along with your chin and strips of skin leading up to your cheeks.

No, you weren’t going to scare yourself. You took a deep breath and walked into the room. You saw a blindfold on a small table next to the door which you were grateful for since you had wanted to stay as anonymous as possible to your partner. You put it on and heard the door open again. “I assume you know the safe words?” Asked an oddly familiar voice. 

“Yes, sir. Yellow and Red.” You stuttered. You heard a hum of approval as you felt his eyes roam your body. 

Slow footsteps could be heard circling you then quiet. He had stopped right behind you. “Open your mouth, Princess.” The voice commanded. You did so, expecting anything but what happened. You felt his middle two fingers enter your mouth and his hand rest on your chin and cheeks. You almost didn’t feel the burning sensation as he told you to suck on his fingers.

You stiffened as you felt him pull you back into his chest. He chuckled, his hot breath cascading down your neck. The arm around your waist slowly made its way closer to your core. “Let’s have some fun, soulmate. Take your blindfold off.” all contact between you and your partner was lost as he stepped back and waited for you to take your blindfold off.

You did so and slowly turned around to meet his gaze. You nervously looked up and found why his voice was so familiar. “S-Spencer?” You wearily laughed out. He just smirked and stepped over to you. You didn’t know what he was doing until you felt cold hands under the fabric of your tank top. You gasped as Spencer pushed your shirt over your head and in one swift move unclasped your bra. You went to cover yourself but Spencer caught your wrists and pulled you to the bed in the middle of the room. You felt him restrain your wrists to the head board. “I don’t want to hear a peep from you right now, babygirl. If you break this rule I’ll have to punish you.” Spencer then started to kiss down your neck to your chest. His mouth soon found one of your breasts and left a sloppy open-mouthed kiss on it before sucking on it. With one hand he started playing with your other nipple. Pulling and pinching. Twisting it and squeezing with all of his strength. 

“Hm~” 

Everything stopped. Spencer sighed and got off of you. “You had one simple rule and you broke it. Now I have to punish you, naughty girl.” Those words sent shivers down your spine. Your eyes followed Spencer’s form through the room as he went to a wall with whips, chains, clamps, toys, and objects that you had never seen before.  He grabbed a few things that you didn’t fully see and walked back to you. He pulled your shorts and panties down your legs in one hard tug and discarded them to one of the corners of the room. 

You turned your attention to the array of things that Spencer had put on the bedside table. You first noticed the two metal clothing pins with a chain connecting them but had no time to assess the other objects as your attention was pulled to the cuffs being placed around your ankles. Spencer had put a spreader bar on you. “Spencer, what are yo-Ah!” Before you could finish your sentence you felt him hit your core with a paddle similar to a riding crop (if you don’t know what that is look it up. I can’t explain it very well.) 

He smirked and hit you again with a little more force. It stung a little but nothing you couldn’t handle. “You have such a perfect pussy, princess. What a shame you didn’t listen. Now I want you to count out loud.” He growled. 

WHACK

“One!” You yelped. He gave no pause between his lashes. He continued adding more force to each one until you were begging him to stop. “Twenty” you whimpered. Your womanhood was a burning red color and extremely wet by the end of your punishment. Spencer sat down next to you and cupped your face, wiping the tears from your eyes. You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry, bubs, but you need to follow commands. Now are you going to be a good girl for daddy?” 

“Yes, sir.” You moaned out as he nipped at your chest again, leaving hickeys and bite marks all over your skin. Then you felt something start to insert itself into you. He lifted his head and  watched your reaction as he moved the toy around your sore pussy. It was extremely big and filled you up to the brim. “Gah!” was all you could get out of your mouth. Spencer let it just sit as he turned his attention to your chest once more. He took the clamps off of the bedside table and ever so carefully clasped them around your sensitive buds on your chest. Spencer tugged a little at the chain connecting them, making you squirm under his touch. “Spence, please.” You huffed out, trying to get any type of friction between your legs. 

He chuckled and kissed your neck, leaving bruises and bitemarks everywhere his lips touched. He trailed down your body at a painfully slow pace until he was kneeling on the bed between your thighs, staring hungrily at your stuffed core. You whined as he just sat there, making you wait. Spencer waited until your breathing returned to normal before gripping the toy inside of you and swiftly started pumping it into you. It made you feel a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure.

You were so close and Spencer knew it. He had been listening to your moans and pleas for more with the biggest smirk on his face. “I’m gonna-” Once again everything stopped. Spencer took the toy and set it aside.

“No, you’re not. Not yet, Princess.” He teased

“No, no, no, please! I’ll be good. I’ll do anything.” You pleaded, your hips bucking on their own.

Spencer thought for a moment then put his face within inches of your aching core. “Anything?” You nodded vigorously. He licked a wet line over your sensitive folds. “Then wait.” You whined as he walked away from you to grab the last unused toy on the table. It was a silicone butt plug and a rather long one at that. Around two inches in width if you had to guess. 

Your eyes widened as he lubricated it and ran it along your rear. “Spencer, I-I’ve never!” You couldn’t finish your sentence before you felt him push it into you. The stinging was dull but persistent. You knew that it was showing a bump if anyone were to look at the inner walls of your core. Only seconds after Spencer had inserted it, he had pulled his pants down his hips and rammed his length into you. 

It felt tight and painful, no pleasure. “Ah! Y-yellow.” You groaned out, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Spencer didn’t move.

“Alright, we’ll stay like this for a few minutes and see if you get more comfortable, Okay?” He soothed, wiping the tears from your eyes. After a few minutes there was no more pain so you bucked your hips to test the waters. You let out a loud moan and continued with your actions. Spencer took this as an okay to move. There was friction that you had never felt before and you loved it. You felt like you were on cloud 9 and you were getting extremely close to finishing. “S-Spencer, I’m so close!”

“Me too, (Y/N).” He groaned. That was it, his groan sent you over the edge. He came soon after. You laid on the bed motionless and he undid your restraints and took the plug out. You both got dressed and walked out to the street. He had his arms wrapped around you, supporting you as your legs were still shaking. He dropped you off at your apartment with a kiss and the sweater he had worn that day. 

-The Next Day-

You got dressed in a daze, thinking about last night. You didn’t know why the team was staring at you funny for the first few minutes you were sitting in the bullpen until Derek made a comment. “Looks like you had a fun night.” Your eyes went wide. You had forgotten about the marks Spencer had let over your neck, which were an angry reddish purple color now. You nervously chuckled and covered your neck with your hand.

You stayed silent as everyone laughed. Then you jumped as someone wrapped their arms around your waist. “Yes we did.” Spencer stated and the team’s laughs stopped. 

“Oh there is no way that pretty boy did that!”

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You Guys!

So I have no requests or asks or anything and I really want to write something. Once again i am asking for your senario /one-shot / head cannon requests. And I do more fandoms than the two on my masterlist!

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bitches be like “ you’re mine”

first of all i’m on probation

bitch i belong to the state

- emily prentiss probably

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Reblog if you would be devastated if you found out one of your followers committed suicide.

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One: I would be horrified if one of you lovelies did such a thing, all I’m getting in my head is a cute little duckling that needs to be kept safe.

Two: this is the first and only post I’ve seen with an MLP reaction gif and that in itself, even if this wasn’t a serious issue (which it is) is worthy of a reblog.

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to all my followers, i’ve got your back if you ever need to talk

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I love you guys! Come and talk to me If you feel sad or hopeless, please.

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I might not have a lot of followers but I love every single one

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I’d actually feel like I lost a friend

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I’m always here if anone needs to vent or talk about stuff or just brighten up their day a little. I’m always here to support you :)

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Always remember that I’m here for you and so is everyone else. We support you and we love you. Please never forget that ❤️

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If you ever need someone to talk to and don’t have anyone else you trust, trust me. I promise that I will NEVER judge anyone for anything. I love my beauties with all of my heart!❤️

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The BAU as otters:

Hotch:

Emily:

Penelope:

Rossi:

Derek:

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ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

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Shout out to the Anon (I forget which Anon I’m sorry 😖) on my sideblog @soft-lovely-thoughts I’ve been vibing with this song for a couple months now and I love it, so thank you very much. 😄

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As if it’s your last by Black pink

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It’s too catchy. 🤭

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I swear this song is a chill mood😂

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Here

Hey guys, so I am really sorry for the sad stories so far but Coronacation is doing a toll on my mental health so… If ya want something different, request it!

Warning: SELF HARM

Word count: 2480 words (The longest thing i’ve ever fricken written in my life!)

You looked down at your hand, seeing it covered in red. So were your forearms, shoulders, collarbone, and thighs. You placed the blood tinted blade down on your bathroom counter and turned your attention to your mirror. Your hair was matted and greasy, your eyes were a dull shade of (eye color), your smile that was always hiding your feelings gone. You had reduced yourself to who you truly were. A person who had no healthy way of coping with the anxiety and depression they had. You continued to stare at your reflection for a few more minutes until you heard your phone ring. It was the BAU alerting you that you had a new case. 

You sighed and jumped into the shower for the first time in a week and washed clean of dried blood. You wore a pair of black jeans, a tank top, a big hoodie, and a pair of converse. You threw your hair up into a messy bun, grabbed your go-bag, and went on your way to meet the rest of the team.

You got into the elevator from the parking garage at the same time as Hotch, your boss and best friend, which was the last thing you wanted right now. “I thought you were sick. Are you feeling better?” He asked

“Oh, yeah. I feel fine now, thanks for asking.” You laughed as you messed with the hood of your hoodie, making sure that your cuts were covered.

Hotch noticed your odd behavior but made no comment on it. You rushed out of the elevator and directly to the conference room in an attempt to stay out of view as long as possible. Everyone gathered in the room and the meeting started. You didn’t pay attention, you could barely look at your team without wanting to run out of the room and back to your prison of comfort. You felt so inferior to your team. They were all so professional and quick on their feet. They were all so confident and you saw yourself as the opposite. You saw yourself as a burden to the team, that they’d be better off without you.

“Hey Y/N, let’s go. Hotch said Wheels up in 20, Babygirl.” Morgan mumbled as you felt him rub your shoulder. You winced and pulled away from his touch. You knew that had definitely confused him since you normally returned his physical affections with some of your own. You both walked out of the room to get ready for the trip out to Jacksonville, Florida.

~Time Skippies~

You had finally caught the Unsub. Although it was surprisingly early in the morning when you did so you had the rest of the day in Florida, in summer, to hang out. And of course, JJ, Prentiss, and Morgan got everyone to decide on going to the beach. You knew that you were screwed whether you went to the beach or stayed at the hotel.

(You chose to go to the beach)

You sighed as you pulled on your swimsuit and thought of ways that you could hide the cuts on your shoulders and thighs but to no avail. You looked through our go bag one more time and decided to pull on a pair of shorts that were barely long enough to cover your cuts and scars and pulled a lightweight hoodie over your torso. “Come on, Y/N! Let’s go!” Yelled an excited Garcia as the bathroom door was pushed open. 

You smiled, grabbed your (bag of choice), and headed out with the ret of the team to the beach. When you finally found a spot to set up everyone laid their towels down and split up to do their own things. You decided to stay near everyone’s things and watch the ocean. After a few minutes you started looking through your bag for your phone and earbuds so you could listen to music but to no avail. You don’t know why exactly but this small little inconvenience set you off. 

You started hyperventilating and you felt tears sting your eyes. On top of that you were growing increasingly hot by the minute. “Miss, are you okay?” Asked a small voice. You looked up to see a little girl staring at you. You let out a breathy laugh and smiled.

“Oh, I’m just a little sad. Nothing for you to worry about.”

“Well i know that going in the water makes me happy. Maybe it will make you happy too!” She bounced excitedly when you agreed to go into the water and play with her. But you failed to see Hotch coming back to your area with food in hand before taking off the hoodie and shorts you were using as a cover up.

You had barely gotten into the cool water and the little girl was already splashing you with water. You continued your water fight for about 15 minutes before her parents called her out of the water. You turned around to head back to your things but noticed that your boss was sitting on his towel next to yours waiting for you. Your anxiety came back and told you to turn around and stay in the water but you had already made eye contact with Hotch who was motioning for you to come back to the team’s spot.

You tried your best to get your shorts and hoodie on without Hotch seeing your cuts and scars and you thought it worked but you realized you were sorely mistaken when you sat down. “Take your hoodie off. You can’t hide them forever, Y/N” Hotch sighed. You looked to him with wide eyes.

“Hotch, I-I don’t know what you mean?”

“You don’t have to be afraid alright? Just let me see, please.”

Your eyes watered as you weakly pulled the hoodie over your head and off of your arms.Hotch looked at your defeated form as you slumped down and turned away from his gaze. You sat in tears and he just stared at you. No words spoken, no way of knowing what he was thinking. It was terrifying and you just wanted to curl up in a ball and sleep for a few weeks or for as long as it takes to get rid of the ever present tiredness you’ve felt for so long. “Hey, look at me. I’m not mad or disappointed. I just wanna help you.” Hotch soothed as he gently rubbed up and down your arm. You anxiously met his gaze with your own to find the most caring eyes that you have seen in months. He opened his arms wide and you gladly accepted his embrace. 

You felt safe in his arms but you had never told him that. You didn’t want to mess up the relationship that the both of you had already. So you enjoyed the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you for as long as you could. 

Sadly that came to an end when the team came back without warning. You were mortified to say the least, having your scars on display for your misfit family’s viewing pleasure. Penelope was the first to say something. “Oh, Sugar! Those look so painful. Let me help you.” She gasped as she entered Mom mode. She grabbed a bottle of lotion from her bag and started applying it to your cuts. Spencer and JJ started asking if you were seeing a therapist or if there was any way that they could help you, which you brushed away with an “I’m fine” Even though you know that excuse wouldn’t work anymore. Morgan looked at you with sad eyes but said nothing and Prentiss was hugging your side. Hotch was on your other side, just holding your hand.

On the jet, everyone fell asleep except for you. You felt so guilty for worrying the team that you were trying to hide in your hoodie and just calm yourself from today’s events. Hotch walked into the cabin and slid into the booth beside you. “Hey, come here. Let me hug you.” He mumbled as he pulled your body into his side. You ended up with Hotch sitting in the window seat and you on his lap, legs extended to the neighboring seat. “You know I love you, right? You can always come to me. I wish you felt safe confiding in me. I wish I could cuddle all the bad thoughts out of you but I can’t. At least not yet. What I’m meaning to say is that I have feelings for you.” 

You moved your head to look at his face. You smiled and nuzzled your face back into the crook of his neck. “I have feelings for you too, Aaron.” You fell asleep as he kissed the top of your head, safe in his arms.

(You stayed at the Hotel)

“Please come with us?” Whined Garcia as she sat at the foot of your hotel bed. You giggled and set your book down. 

“Sorry Technology Goddess, but I would rather stay in an air conditioned room with a good book than get a sunburn and be sweaty on the jet home. Thanks for the offer though.” The group of girls sighed but honored your wish and went to the beach without you. After a few chapters of reading even the air cooler was struggling to keep you cool so you decided to switch into a loose tank top and a pair of shorts.

You eventually got bored of reading so you put your headphones in and listened to (Podcast/Music/other media) with your eyes closed. Unfortunately you thought that everyone left the hotel with the girls but in reality Hotch stayed back at the hotel as well. Therefore you left yourself unguarded from unwanted eyes. You jumped when you heard the door open.

“Hey, Y/N. I was wondering if you wanted to go get something to eat with the team?” Hotch said as he turned around to close the door. You quickly hid yourself with the bed comforter and tried to calm your heart beat. Hotch looked a little confused but walked over to you. “I know you’re awake, come on. Don’t make me drag you off the bed.” He laughed as you pulled the comforter tighter around yourself. 

“Go away Hotch, I’m not hungry.”

In one sharp tug, you felt the cold air hit your skin as Hotch stood with your makeshift shield in hand. You felt the burn of his gaze on your body as you tugged at your clothes, trying to cover your cuts and scars as much as possible. You didn’t even realize the bed dip next to you until you felt Hotch’s arm wrap around you. You desperately pulled at your clothes as Hotch pulled you back to lean against him. He himself had propped himself up on the pillows and headboard. “Hey, hey, stop. It’s alright. You're with me. You’re safe.” Hotch soothed as you curled into his side.

You pushed away from him but he held you tighter. You fought for a few minutes but eventually gave up. You looked down in a last ditch effort to not talk about the elephant in the room. You felt tears run down your face as hotch pulled you closer to him, doing his best to comfort you. It felt nice to just sit with him and cuddle in silence. But the silence came to an end when hotch shifted in his position. He moved you in between his legs with your back resting on his chest. “Why didn’t you tell anyone? Why didn’t you tell me? We could have helped you.” Hotch asked, voice wavering. 

You felt a tear drop on your shoulder as he pulled the blanket back around the both of you. “I was ashamed, Hotch. I’m responsible for so many lives but I can’t seem to get mine under control. I feel like everything is more than I can handle. That’s why I've been gone for a week. I was sitting alone in my apartment just feeling sorry for myself. Everyone on this team is amazing and has a role to play in our family of misfits but I don’t know where I fit, Hotch.” Your walls began to crack and cave under your boss’s gaze. Hotch’s arms grew tighter around you and you turned so you were hugging him.

He kissed the top of your head. “You are the member who keeps this family going when there are no strands of hope to grasp. You become a mother when you need to, a best friend, a shoulder to cry on, someone to call at 3 AM when the job gets too much. Y/N, You are the heart of this team when we want to stop beating.” Hotch murmurs into your hair. Eventually you both end up cuddling in the blanket cocoon that you made. 

About a half hour later, both of you were sleeping peacefully but a sharp knock on the door broke you out of your trance. You whined and pushed yourself into Hotch. The door opened to reveal the whole team with take-out bags filled with food. “So that’s why you didn’t answer your phones.” Rossi stated as everyone else filed into the room. Hotch sat up and looked at you. 

“Do you want me to grab your hoodie?” He whispered. You turned to face the group nodding your head. But before you could get your hoodie on Garcia saw a few scars and cuts from an uncovered shoulder. 

She gasped and walked over to you. “Come here, Gorgeous.” You went to protest but that was cut short when you were yanked off of the bed to reveal the rest of your cuts. The team looked over your shaking form with concerned eyes. Garcia sat you on the desk chair in the room and started rubbing lotion on your cuts, making them feel better instantly. Spencer started asking you if you were seeking help and if you needed help finding a professional. JJ and Emily went through your bag grabbing you a new hoodie and not so secretly confiscating anything that could be used as a self-harm tool. Derek was knelt in front of you, wrapping your cuts with bandages and muttering about how they should have noticed. Rossi was sorting out food and pouring people drinks so that you weren’t overcrowded. 

Once everything calmed down, everyone was hanging out in your hotel room watching daytime television shows and eating. You were in between Hotch and Derek on one of the beds. “Hey, babygirl. You know you can talk to us right? We are your family.” Derek commented as he kissed the side of your head. Hotch quickly wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side out of jealousy. You smiled to yourself. “I do now.”

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Okay tagged by the one and only most loveliest @possibleplatypus, let me see...

Okay, I was honestly expecting Bucky but it's okay, I can live with this 😏💖😍

So, tagging @kalee60 @martelldoran @greyhavensking @capbuckyrogers and @ixalit because FUN (but only if you want 😚)

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Oh my gosh. HECK YEAH!

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This video gives me life so I thought I'd share 😘❤️

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I can’t stop watching this❤️

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Reblog if you're black tumblr.

You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and you’re for us.

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100%

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200%

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Someone who’s black or supports black people and their human rights. it literally says that in the description. “You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and you’re for us.” 

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Why the fuck does this not have more notes wtf.

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I support you.

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Of course!!

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1000% hell yes