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mxssingmemories · 4 months

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boundaries // hotch & rossi x platonic!reader

summary: after hotch confronts you in his office, you react intensely. rossi is worried. comfort ensues, hotch and rossi are honorary father figures.

wc: 3k~

warnings: reader’s boyfriend is abusive and a piece of shit, yelling, happy ending i swear

“Okay, what’s going on?” Hotch asks, shutting the door to his office behind you. His tone is slightly concerned and you know he’s not letting this go by the look on his face; his eyebrows are folded down and he’s frowning. You sigh and flop down on the chair in the corner of his office, looking down at the floor like it killed your best friend.

“Listen, whatever’s going on, we can fix it. Even if you don’t want my help, it’s got to be fixed, kid. Just tell me what’s going on. Even Reid came to me about this. You know I can’t just let it go,” he said, his expression tight as he stared at you. The tension in the room was high as your eyes widened. Whatever Hotch wanted to accomplish with this “chat”, it was clear to the both of you it wasn’t going to get far. You stood up and slowly started walking towards him with squinted eyes.

“What is your problem, Hotch? I am perfectly fine! Even if I wasn’t, you have no right to say shit like that! That’s my damn business, not yours!” you yelled, jamming a finger at his chest. On a normal day, you wouldn’t even think about saying any of this to your boss. Your brain didn’t process the consequences at all, but Hotch’s did.

“Y/L/N! You do not speak to me like that! I am your boss-” he started, but was cut off by the door slamming behind you as you walked out. He deflated instantly, sitting back in his chair as all the tension drained out of his body.

The stairs creaked as you stomped down them. The whole team looked up at the noise with slightly concerned facial expressions.

“You alright, kid?” Rossi asked, attempting to pace his gait with yours. You were practically running through the office. Rossi prided himself on being quite agile, but even he was no match for you.

“Fuck off,” you grumbled. Rossi’s eyes widened as he froze in his place. When his wits came back to him, he took a few steps back towards the group. “Jesus, ragazza,” he whispered as he watched you walk away.

“The hell’s her problem?” Morgan asked Rossi, holding his hands up placatingly when he received nothing but a death glare.

“Guess it’s her time of the month,” Derek muttered to himself, eyes widening when he realized how loud he actually said it.

“Derek Morgan. I will beat your ass,” Rossi deadpanned, already starting to walk out of the doors to follow you. You’d left a bit of a trail when you stormed out. Your phone laid by the top step of the stairs and so did your badge. The older agent picked up your phone & badge and tucked it in his pocket, knowing you'd end up wanting that later.

You walked speedily, fueled by the anger still coursing through you at the situation. You had a certain level of respect for Hotch-he was your boss, after all-but in your eyes, he had stepped way over the boundary. Deep down, you knew he had good intentions, but that didn’t excuse his overstepping.

You sat down on the pavement with a sigh, your gaze falling to the ground as your brain ran 1,000 miles a minute. Rossi's presence was made evident when he sat down beside you, holding your phone in one hand and badge in the other. You kept your eyes steadily on the ground, pointedly ignoring him. Of course Rossi was not one to give up, reaching his hand out further as he silently asked for acknowledgement of his presence.

"Hey, ragazzino, I know you're pissed, but I'm here for you. I just want to help." he said reassuringly, a kind smile on his face as you finally made eye contact. Quickly, you grabbed your belongings from his hand.

"Thank you," you said softly.

Rossi smiled at you as you slowly leaned against him, bringing an arm around you as he took a deep breath.

"Listen, piccola, I promise Hotch didn't mean anything bad. We both know I have no idea what happened, but he wouldn't try to hurt you on purpose." the older agent reassured you, watching your facial expressions attentively as you tried to come up with an appropriate response.

"He breached boundaries, Rossi. Even if he didn't mean to hurt me, he went too damn far. I can't just move on from that!" You half-cried, half-yelled as tears gathered in your eyes. The minute your body started to shake, Rossi took his cue and gathered you in his arms. He held you tightly as you let everything out, loud sobs escaping your mouth as you buried your head in his chest. He rubbed your back lightly, the comforting touch grounding you slightly in the midst of what seemed like hell.

"It's okay, tesoro, let it out. I'm here," he cooed, rocking you back and forth like a baby. Rossi couldn't lie when he said the emotional reaction you had surprised him. After almost three years of being on the team, they hadn't seen you cry once. Even after you'd gotten kidnapped and shot by the Reaper himself, you held steadfast. His heart hurt as he watched you fall apart in his arms, only tightening his grip on you as your cries started to die down. When you were ready, you pulled back. Your head was still resting on Rossi, but you could see him now. The tears in his eyes came as a shock to you, and you looked up at him questioningly but he just shook his head. He reached into his pocket with his free hand and handed you a tissue.You accepted gratefully. Taking it with a sniffle, you wiped your eyes as you desperately tried to regain your composure.

"Do you want to talk about it?" the older agent asked softly as he looked into your eyes. You took a deep breath as you nodded, shifting your position to be able to sit beside him.

"You remember Alexander?" you asked quietly, so quietly in fact Rossi had to physically lean closer in order to hear you.

"As in your boyfriend Alexander? Yeah, I do." he spoke, watching you carefully as you planned your words out.

"He, uh. He didn't like me going out with you guys for dinner." you nervously said, your face dropping as you saw the confusion evident in David's eyes.

"He yelled. Really loud, Rossi. He didn't even let me explain, he just yelled and he kicked me out. I don't even know why I let him, that's my damn apartment. I slept on the street for two nights straight." Rossi's eyes widened as he realized the full extent of the situation, the anger for your "boyfriend" calming down as his paternal instincts kicked in.

“Angel, no one should ever treat you like that. Do you have a place to stay tonight?" he asked softly, and you nodded.

"I got the balls to kick him out two days ago. I don't know why I didn't do it sooner. He just made me feel so small, Dave. I didn't know I could even feel like that. I thought he loved me!" you choked, your voice breaking once again as you brought the situation out in the open. For the second time in thirty minutes, David pulled you into his arms. One hand cupped your face, forcing you to make direct eye contact with him.

"Listen to me, kiddo. You did not deserve that. it is not your fault, do you hear me? You did nothing wrong." he reassured, brushing the tears that fell at his words. You tucked your head back into his chest as more tears fell, but he stayed by your side for all of it. The quietness of the alleyway was disturbed once again by your cries. A lone tear fell down Dave's own cheek as his heart contracted at what you were going through.

"Sweetheart, why didn't you tell us?" he asked quietly, both of your teary eyes looking at each other as you sighed.

"I didn't want to be a burden. I thought it would get better, you know? But Hotch saying what he did..I don't know. I can't just keep pretending." you confessed. the older agent placed his hand back on your shoulder.

"You're never a burden, angel. You're part of the family. You're like one of my kids, okay? I never want you to feel like you can't talk to me. About Aaron, though, I think we both know you need to talk to him." He said, squeezing your shoulder as your eyes traveled back to the building. Quietly, you nodded your head. As David stood up, he offered you a hand which you gladly took.

"You really see me as your kid?" you asked, head down while you walked. There was a part of you that thought he was kidding, but Rossi immediately dismissed all of your doubts.

"Absolutely, piccola. Don't ever think I don't, okay? You're more important to me than you think." A small smile rose on your face at his words. The walk to the doors was almost over, and by then you had done your best to fix your appearance. With a deep breath, you walked in as Dave held the doors open for you. The stairs to Hotch's office were a death sentence in your mind. The presence of his hand on your back gave you the confidence you needed to talk up the stairs. The team eyed the both of you, but you sent a small smile down to them and their faces changed from apprehension to a mix of relief and concern.

The knock on Hotch's office door seemed to reverberate through the entire bullpen. You stood at his door with a tight expression, and he opened it with an even tighter one.

"Y/N. I think it's best if you come in." You nodded as your eyes fell to the floor. Hotch motioned for you to take a seat as he shut his door. You did as asked, only making eye contact with your boss when he sat in a chair beside you. The silence in the office was deafening, as you both waited for someone to speak. It became clear about 2 minutes in that you weren't going to say anything, so Hotch took the hint. "Listen, kiddo. I want you to know I'm not mad. I understand that whatever you're going through has caused this situation, and I want to be here for you, but I can only do that if you let me in." he said evenly, and you felt your shoulders relax at his reassurance.

"I'm so sorry, sir. What I said and did was completely out of line. I promise you there's a reason for it." Hotch nodded to show he was listening, his body language open as he waited for you to explain.

"You remember when we went out to dinner last week?" you questioned, and continued when Hotch nodded again. "Apparently, I neglected to tell Alexander that I was going out with you guys. He was waiting for me. He..he wasn't happy, Hotch. He yelled a lot. I didn't know he was capable of that. He ended up kicking me out of the house. I slept on the street for two nights." you explained, voice breaking at the last part as your boss' face immediately contorted into concern.

"Oh my god. Are you okay? Do you have somewhere to sleep?" he asked almost frantically. The nod you gave him seemed to satisfy the statistical part of his brain as he studied your face. Tears pooled in your eyes at the situation you'd somehow gotten yourself stuck in. Crying in front of your boss (and admittedly father figure) was not on your to-do list today.

"I'm so sorry. I should've noticed. Fuck," he whispered. He abruptly got up out of his chair and wrapped you in a full-body hug. It caught you off-guard for a second, but you returned it the second you realized what was happening. The dam broke for the third time in a day, tears spilling out onto your face as you held onto him like a lifeline.

"I've got you. I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he muttered in your ear as he held you. You just cried even harder, the sounds not missed by the team in the bullpen. They were watching through the blinds with sad looks in their eyes. You're their baby, and it pained every single agent to see you in tears.

You pulled back from Hotch's arms as he studied your face, his focus falling on the dark circles under your eyes.

"When was the last time you slept?" he asked, and you sniffled as you tried to respond.

"You can't expect someone to get more than an hour of sleep on the street, Hotch," you tried to joke, but it failed miserably as Hotch looked at you like an injured animal.

"Okay, that's okay. Can you sit down on my couch for a second?" he asked you, and when you nodded, he gave you a timid smile. Unfortunately, your body decided it didn't want to cooperate. You instantly fell back down when you tried to get up. Hotch's instincts kicked in as he caught you and carried you over to the couch bridal style.

"Jesus, next time warn me," Hotch murmured as he sat you down. "I'll be right back, kiddo," he assured you. He walked out of his office to see the whole team watching him with looks on their faces that belonged at a funeral.

"What did you do?" Garcia asked, the death glare on her face actually scaring Hotch. He had to remind himself that he was, in fact, the unit chief.

"She's going to be fine, Garcia. She just needs us right now, okay? Now can you get me my stash?" he asked her, and she sighed but nodded. As her footsteps retreated, Morgan and JJ came to his side.

"Listen, Hotch, I don't know what you did but you need to fix it." JJ whisper-yelled, staring Hotch down.

"JJ, you are one of my best team members. You should know by now I do not take well to being told what to do. I have this under control. Y/N does not need you all against me, she needs us as a family right now. I am asking you to understand and respect that." Hotch ordered, walking away from the two as Garcia returned with a basket that had a blanket, some candy, and a pillow in it.

JJ and Morgan watched as he retreated back up the stairs, looking at each other in confusion before going back to their watching positions.

By the time your boss made it back up, you had cleaned up a little bit. Your runny mascara had been taken care of and you were sitting up properly. You smiled at him, and he returned it.

"Can you lay down for me, kiddo? I know you need the rest." he murmured, and you nodded as he draped the blanket over you. His hands held your head as he placed the pillow behind it, and they lingered as he stared at you.

"You're not a burden, honey. I can practically hear negative thoughts buzzing in your mind right now, but I can assure you none of them are true. You know I see you as my daughter too, right? It's not just Rossi. We love you, kid." he smiled at you, and both of your eyes were wet with tears as you smiled back at him.

"Thanks, bossman." you said, as Hotch sat down on the floor.

"You know you don't have to sit on the floor, right?" you asked, giggling when he rolled his eyes at you.

"Can I sit on the couch with you, then?" he asked, joking manner gone as he looked you in the eyes. At your nod, he pulled himself up and sat on your end of the couch. You adjusted yourself to where you were facing him, your head on his chest. His hand absentmindedly carded through your hair as his paternal instincts kicked in. It didn't take long for you to drift off, his steady heartbeat lulling you to the sleep you so desperately needed. You thanked whoever had the power over your life for giving you a team who you knew always had your back. Hotch continued to card his hand through your hair, making sure you were asleep before he let himself fully process what you went through.

His thought process was interrupted by a text message from Garcia, and he smiled as soon as he saw it. She'd sent a photo of the two of you in your current position, the caption reading 'team dad confirmed?'. He rolled his eyes at her antics and let himself exhale for the first time since the confrontation this morning, his fatherly smile coming back onto his face as he looked down at you. Nobody could blame Penelope when she snapped a photo of that, too; she had a feeling this would be something they would want to see in the future.

#jules writes #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #david rossi #aaron hotchner x platonic! reader #david rossi x platonic!reader #bau x reader platonic #aaron hotchner #hotch #my writing #tw abuse

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literaturebf · 3 months

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ode to the cowboy in the passenger seat.

[ID: black text on a white background that reads:

Ode to the cowboy in the passenger seat

You sunkissed collar bone,

boots on the dashboard,

loose thread shoulder patch

you. golden hands flicking

through stations on the radio,

90s rock to top 100 to jazz

to— hey, there’s a red light.

stop before it’s too late, remember?

love him before he’s gone

forever, remember? tug

a straw hat over your eyes,

conceal yourself in shadows,

or hide in infinite wheat fields,

but keep those eyes covered

since you’ll never feel free again.

bronzed sweeping shoulders,

thundering down hills atop

sleek horseback. your fingers

gripping mane slipping through

the cracks in your facade.

sunset awash in the slope

of wrists on steering wheels,

sunset settling on sleep drunk

smiles, sunset in your crooked

front teeth. faded denim

overtop stretched out button-ups,

the cloudless sky against

battered blue sleeves. throw

arms to wind, bare your neck,

forehead to burning leather.

drink it in: scuffed heels

against gas station floors,

signs pointing 500km away.

cracked tiles in shitty

motel rooms. life stretches

endlessly ahead, worlds

left behind in rearview mirrors.

the only thing that matters

is your laugh, kissing

the bridge of my nose.

this, forever.

end ID.]

#wrote this like over a year ago and forgot i never posted it x #me and cowboys 5ever its true #jules writes #cowboys #poetry #i forget how this works but wtvr #gender

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uchihashisuii · 1 year

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wanderers.

#kazuscara #kaedehara kazuha #scaramouche #genshin impact #kunikuzushi #scarakazu #drops in once every couple months w genshin screenshots #jules writes #god i need a better tag for my stuff #genshin

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lord-montgomery · 13 days

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Trying

Rating: Explicit

Length: 7.8K

Summary: Five years into her marriage, Isabelle finds herself once again asking the question she can't seem to escape from: Is she ready to have kids? It's a risk she doesn't feel she can ignore any longer, and her answer has the potential to change everything.

It’s something of a ritual now—standing naked in front of the mirror as hot water runs cold behind her, watching the last of the pigment fade to reveal the white scar beneath. In a minute, she'll step into the shower, imagine a life with children, and let the water disguise the tears she won't admit are hers.

Read on AO3

#sizzy #simon lewis #isabelle lightwood #simon lovelace #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #tmi #the mortal instruments #tsc fanfiction #fanfic #jules writes

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tirednapentity · 2 months

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And that's how he finds himself on the deck of the Bounty, perched precariously on the railing. “Trust me,” Jay says, standing beside him. “Flying’s not hard. You just have to let your instincts take over." Or: Jay attempts to help Lloyd with his newly-grown wings. It doesn't quite go as planned.

may I offer you a deeply unserious wing au oneshot

#Jules writes #Ninjago #ninjago fanfic #Lloyd Ninjago #Lloyd garmadon #ninjago Lloyd #ninjago Kai #ninjago Jay #Kai Ninjago #Kai jiang #Kai smith #jay walker #jay Ninjago #Jules being annoying on main #wingfic #wing au

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wandas-luvr · 10 months

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you know just how to be cruel

pairing: leigh shaw x fem!reader

summary: leigh comes over in the middle of the night to ask you a favor.

warnings: 18+ minors dni! soft(ish)dom!leigh (she is still her regular amount of mean), idk probably mommy kink undertones because that's how i live now, fingering (r receiving), oral (r receiving), praise, criminal amounts of teasing, leigh being a rude, condescending bitch but she makes it up to you, leigh being unrightfully possessive (but it's okay bc it's hot), mediocre aftercare bc leigh

you look at the clock on your phone as you hear a loud, repetitive knock at your door. you ignore it, deciding no good could come from suspicious knocking at 3:45 am on a thursday, sighing and turning over, getting sucked back into whatever trashy reality tv show was coming on.

then your phone buzzes. once. twice. three times in the span of a minute. before you even get the chance to pick it up to see who it is, you receive a call. you look at the caller id suspiciously: leigh shaw. you click to answer immediately, having heard the news about her husband just recently, wondering if she was calling after missing your condolences call when you were told.

before you could even get a word out you here her voice on the other end of the line. short and clipped, no room to argue or joke with her.

"i'm outside, let me in, it's cold out."

you get up and walk to the door, eyebrows furrowed, wondering why on earth leigh shaw would show up to your door at this hour, especially after what had happened with matt. upon opening you see leigh, clearly upset, but not appearing to be sad. the only thing you can see in her eyes is anger.

"leigh, what are you..?" you cut yourself off, not wanting to upset her more or make her feel unwelcome, "are you okay?"

she scoffs at you, rolling her eyes and walking straight past you into your home.

"don't do that, you know better."

you sigh, clearly, this would not be a very pleasant night.

"you're right, i'm sorry. i'll ask again, but if you get pissed, remember you're the one who told me to say it. what the fuck are you doing here?"

"better. lose the tone next time though, it's not cute on you. i need you to do me a favor."

you chuckle slightly, trying to lighten the mood or at least diffuse the tension the elephant in the room has been creating since she stepped into your apartment.

"awfully big talk for someone who is very rudely asking me for a favor."

"my husband died a month ago, i don't have to ask your permission to be bitter. and last time i checked, you weren't in charge of me."

you knew exactly what she was talking about. before she had met matt, she asked you to experiment with her, leading you through a series of heartbreaks and letdowns until you couldn't face it anymore and left her. throughout the six months the two of you were "together" she took you on a totally of five dates, showing up late to three of them. you had begun to feel like all she used you for was sex, and you simply couldn't bear it anymore. not when you were aching for her to love you the way she told you she did.

you look away, biting your lip, taking a deep breath to collect yourself. you didn't want to set her off, and she clearly wasn't in the right place to hear that she wasn't in charge of you either.

she walks towards you slowly, lifting your chin to encourage you to look up into her eyes, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"you know what i'm here for, baby." she smiled, sickeningly sweet, with a condescending scrunch of her eyebrows and nod of her head. "the question is: are you gonna give it to me? hm?"

you freeze, you feel your chest constricting and can hear yourself swallow thickly, as you consider. ethically, you know it's wrong. you know it will only crush you and give leigh the quick distraction shes looking for, nothing more, but you can't help it. everything about her makes you lightheaded and weak in the knees, and you knew she'd take care of you, she always had been so generous.

"leigh...i don't think-"

"shh, baby, that's why it's perfect. you don't need to think with me, remember?" she looks into your eyes, looking for any signs of true unwillingness, before pressing the softest of kisses just behind your ear. you can feel her smile against your skin as your breath hitches, or course she remembered.

"love..?" she trails off, waiting for some sign of a response from you, settling for a simple look into her eyes. "are you gonna let me fuck you? make you feel good just like i used to?"

you bite your lip, nodding, mumbling a quiet "please.."

you watch the grin spread across her face, she knew she had you the moment you opened the door.

"see! i knew you'd remember how much you missed me!" she pushes you back toward your couch, leading you to sit on the arm as she stands between your legs, wrapping you up in a deep, heated kiss. "hmmm, that's my girl."

you almost retort, going to tell her she has no right to call you that, when, as if she could sense it, she tugged on your hair, clearly a preventative warning to watch your mouth.

as a reward for your obedience, you feel her lips start to move downward, drifting to your cheek, then your jaw, down to your neck, clearly leaving bruises in her wake.

she chuckles against your skin, hot breath tickling your neck, when you instinctively tip your head to give her more room. smiling at the way she'd created a pattern of muscle memory in you that would never fade no matter how many years passed.

you feel her hands untangle from your hair and drop to your thighs, before she pulls back to look at you: flushed and breathless before she'd even started with you. she gently rubs her thumbs in place, causing you to squirm towards her, barely stifling an embarrassing whine. you internally cringe as you can see the gears turning in her head, watching her piece together your reactions, before she gasps softly, clearly having figured you out.

"awww, sweetheart, it's been a while hasn't it? no one's touched you in so long, i bet you're just soaked," her hands drift towards your pajamas shorts, her fingers pulling the flimsy material aside to get a pick at your panties. "oh, honey, look at you. you made such a mess for me! oh, i bet you're just aching, aren't you?"

you nod, canting your hips up as you feel her fingertips barely ghosting along the gusset of your panties. she shoots you a look, cowing you immediately, your pleasure had always been on her terms.

she smiles, before clearly growing impatient herself, pulling your panties to the side and lightly running two fingers between your folds. a shiver wracks your body as she gasps at your wetness, playing with it between her fingers cockily. something about her soft smirk would never fail to make you clench around nothing.

you feel her fingers run up your slit as slow as human possible, until they finally reach your clit, your head tipping back and mouth opening the minute her fingers so much as graze it.

"awww," she exclaims through a chuckle, "god, you really were aching for it. that's it, pretty girl, you just shut your eyes and enjoy it. no thinking, just let it feel good, yeah?"

you nod, moaning softly, as her fingers start to circle your clit, just the way she knew you liked. your nails digging into the arm of the sofa underneath you as leigh played you like a fiddle, muttering dirty phrases under her breath endlessly.

"fuck, you look so good. does that feel nice, baby? oh, i bet it does, sweet girl! yeah, you're welcome, honey, i know this is what you needed."

as you pant and moan underneath her leigh decides she's bored of this, wordlessly bending down to her knees in front of you, fingers drifting downward as well to circle your entrance. laughing when she feels how you try to suck her fingers in as you clench around nothing.

"leigh, please, i need you..." you moan out without thinking, desperate to get her to finally fuck you, "i need you so bad, leigh...please? i'll be good."

"hmm, good girl, begging and i haven't even asked you to yet. just fucking perfect for me." she mutters under her breath as she sinks her fingers into you, blowing softly on your clit to watch your hips jump. "there you go, take it for me, baby. you can do it, come on, be a good girl and just take what i give you."

you moan loudly, grip on the sofa tightening as your nails dig into the fabric. legs subconsciously spreading wider for her of their own accord, every movement of your body fine tuned to her liking.

"that's it, baby, tell me how good it feels. i like to hear that i'm doing a good job." she jokes, winking at you when you fake playfully at her before shutting you up with her mouth on your clit.

your eyes squeeze shut, moaning as she sucks your clit into her mouth, alternating with the pace of her fingers sliding in and out of you expertly. she grins against you, knowing she's winding you up in exactly the right way, touching all the right spots and saying all the right things to make you want her that much more.

she speeds up her pace, apparently intent on having you ruin the upholstery on your couch, smirking when she feels the telltale clench of your walls around her fingers.

"shhh, baby, you have to quiet down, okay? we wouldn't want you to wake up the neighbors, right?" she smiles condescendingly before doubling her efforts, intentionally making you louder for her just to watch you flush at the thought and try to quiet back down before repeating the cycle.

within minutes, she has you cumming on her fingers and her tongue, gripping her hair as she insists on cleaning you up just to hear you whine under her as she teases your sensitive clit.

"leigh, i-"

"shhh, baby, she don't have to talk about it. all we need to know is that it made me feel better, and it definitely made you feel better." she grins, pulling you against her and kissing your head softly, allowing you to lay against her as you catch your breath.

#jules writes #char: leigh shaw #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw smut #sorry for your loss

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astrosxnthesis · 4 months

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✦✧ touching the horizon ✧✦

loki/mobius, 9.8k, post-S2 finale

you know I had to after that finale... just took me a little while! time doesn't work the same way in my head

#loki #mobius #lokius #loki fic #loki finale #jules writes #ao3

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spectralquartzafterdark · 5 months

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Love Languages

A rare wholesome post on this blog. I wanted to write about our OCs' robot partners' love languages. -Jules

Optimus Prime – Quality Time

Being the leader of the Autobots, Optimus always has work to do. Filling out reports, helping with training, meetings with Earth’s military leaders… He barely has time for himself, and he savors every moment he gets with Jules because of it. He loves long drives and conversations about everything and nothing at the same time.

Bumblebee – Physical Touch

Jules and Rosie sometimes call him Snugglebug. He will cuddle up to anyone who will tolerate him being there. He’ll get head pats from Optimus, he’s been spotted taking naps with Breakdown, and the Seekers are always happy to have another cuddle buddy. He will not leave Rosie’s side if he can help it and he loves holding her tiny little hands.

Megatron – Words of Affirmation

Megatron has a lot of bad mindsets he is unpacking since joining the Autobots. He will never admit it, but his guilt and his doubts run infinitely deep. He will often get stuck in his own mind, in what feels like endless loops of trauma and anxiety. Rosie is the only one who has been able to bring him out of these moments and back into reality, comforting him and calming him down, and reminding him he deserves this second chance and he deserves the love he receives.

Starscream – Physical Touch + Acts of Service

The Seekers love to cuddle. Jules has found Starscream and several of his siblings snuggled together after a long day many times. Every now and then they will find Bumblebee in the cuddle puddle as well (He’s small, cute, and easy to hold! He’s perfect, really). He loves when Jules takes naps in a little nook at the base of his neck.

He also makes damn sure that Jules takes their meds and all the other necessary things humans need to do every day. He’d help more than “nag” if he could but most human things are simply too tiny. Jules appreciates the reminders anyway, and Jules helps Starscream where they can in return. Roughhousing in the field and got a rock stuck in a joint? No problem. Forgot he needed more energon? Slap an emergency patch wherever they can reach.

#transformers #jules writes #optimus prime #bumblebee #starscream #megatron #feel free to send us asks about other bots love languages too hehe

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evanbi-ckley · 11 months

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Find Us (a Place to Land)

Rated E | 11.6k Words

"Hey, Eddie, how many times have you been in love?"

Ravi asks a question, Eddie knows the answer, and Buck answers the question himself.

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mxssingmemories · 5 months

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hot chocolate // spencer reid x reader

summary: after a long case, the jet ride back home is eventful. in which hot chocolate is spilled and gossip is shared.

wc: 1.1k~

warnings: none!

After spending two weeks in New York, you had to admit that the interior of the jet was comforting. The case was a long one that took a toll on everyone-the fact that it had been a child case made it worse. Hotch had already decided that everyone would have two days off when you arrived back. At that moment, you didn’t think you had ever been more grateful to have him as your boss.

The minute you got on the plane, you fell into the nearest seat you could spot. The exhaustion was worse than you initially thought, and the cold weather was not helping. Normally you wouldn’t mind it. Winter has always been your favorite season ever since you were a little kid. Every time it snowed, it reminded you of when you were younger; making snow angels, snow cream, and ice skating were your core memories.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Spencer greeted you as he flopped down into the seat next to you. You smiled at him as you placed your head on his chest. It was admittedly very cold in the jet. Morgan and Garcia were sharing a blanket across the aisle, Prentiss huddled under her own blanket as she stared out of the window. Penelope made eye contact with you and wiggled her eyebrows. With an eye roll, you looked away, pointedly ignoring the giggle it caused from the woman.

“Hey, Spence. You comfy?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at the placement of his head. His cheek was resting on the top of your hair, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t give you butterflies. He nodded at you, flashing a toothy grin when you snorted. You had just started to drift off when a tap on your shoulder rudely awakened you.

“I got hot chocolate for you two lovebirds!” Penelope beamed. True to her word, she had two steaming mugs of chocolatey goodness in her hands.

“Garcia, you are an angel,” you muttered, taking a mug out of her hand with a thank you. Spencer did the same with a smile.

“Make sure to blow on it!” he cautioned, warily eyeing the steam coming off of the top. Over the years, you’d learned not to test this side of him. You distinctly remember the first time his “mother hen” side showed. He’d told you to drink more water on a case in Arizona in the middle of the summer. As stubborn as you were, you refused, and ended up passing out in the field later. Spencer had walked off with tears in his eyes, and that was enough for you to vow to never do anything like that again.

“Delicious,” you hummed as you took a sip, “How’d you make this, Pen?” you asked curiously, your eyes peeking out from the giant mug.

“Magic,” she teased. She waved around an imaginary wand, causing everyone on the plane to chuckle. She reached behind her back and pulled out a wrapper. To your disappointment, she didn’t give you long enough to read it, sticking it in her dress pocket almost as fast as she got it out.

Spencer’s eyes met yours as he brought the mug up to his mouth, his face turning from skepticism to bliss in less than five seconds.

“This is actually really good, Garcia. Is that the Starbucks one from last year?” he asked nonchalantly, and your eyes immediately widened. Within seconds, the plane went dead silent. All eyes turned to Spencer, therefore the both of you as you were currently using him as a body pillow. You swore that your cheeks had caught on fire. You could only wait for the realization to occur with the team, Spencer’s words making it inevitable. JJ and Emily looked back and forth between you two as they did their best to understand what was happening, but of course Penelope had already figured it out. Her mouth was wide open as she stared at you incredulously.

“When were you going to tell me?!” she squealed, jumping up out of her seat as she ran at you. In the process you flinched, falling back onto Reid. You can’t quite recall what happened after that, but one thing led to another and Spencer’s (very much hot, thank you) hot chocolate spilled down your shirt.

“Shit!” you screamed, effectively attracting all the attention to you as you jumped up and took your shirt off immediately. To her credit, Penelope was quick on her feet, back in what seemed like two seconds with a roll of paper towels. She apologized profusely as she walked you to the plane’s bathroom.

“I am so sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to make you flinch, oh my god I’m so sorry-” she rambled, effectively cut off by the hand you forced over her mouth.

“It wasn’t that hot, Pen. It’s fine. I’m not mad!” you reassured her as she paced in the bathroom with you. You did your best to get everything off of you as fast as possible. Unfortunately, the drink had done a lot of damage. The whole front of your dress shirt was a dark brown, as well as your tank top. You thanked whatever gods were out there that your pants were safe from the catastrophe. Flashing a smile at Penelope, you stepped out of the bathroom. Everyone glanced up as you walked out in just a tank top, and you could've sworn Spencer stared a little longer than everyone else, his eyes scanning your face and then landing on your tank top. They lingered there for a minute before he coughed and looked away, causing you to playfully roll your eyes at him. Everyone was doing their best at trying to figure out what to do, but Derek broke the silence.

"Don't worry about it. We'll get you a new shirt as soon as we land, just relax, okay? You want my jacket? Or do you want pretty boys?" he teased, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks as you glared at him.

You refused to look at Spencer as he handed you his jacket, throwing it on as you stared at the floor. If anyone asked, you wouldn't say a word about how happy that simple action made you.

He welcomed you with open arms as you settled back against him, the exhaustion from the day taking power over the embarrassment. You pretended not to hear Derek snickering as Spencer wrapped his arm around you. Slowly but surely the gentle rhythm of the jet lulled you to sleep. Right before you drifted off, though, you could've sworn you felt his lips against your forehead. A little, distant part of you prayed that it wasn't your imagination as you let sleep take you.

“Is anyone gonna tell me how Reid knew about the hot chocolate?” JJ whispered, the whole team giggling when your eyebrow twitched in your sleep.

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literaturebf · 1 year

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DINNER TABLE OF MY DREAMS, published in hot pot magazine

[id: black text on a white background. text transcript:

DINNER TABLE OF MY DREAMS

sturdy & wooden & staggering

under the weight of our love, chipped /

at the edges from chairs crowded

around the oak surface. promise /

there’s a point to it all, drink

some wine and calm down first. /

candlelit & enveloped in orange

open windows carrying laughter /

to the streets. i loved you first.

steaming plates & scattered crumbs /

& portrait of lipstick stained smiles

atop rosy lips. pass the bread, please. /

have some more ravioli. surround

yourself with what you deserve. /

moonlight shining through curtains

springsteen crooning softly through /

speakers. survival isn’t simple. /

this is.

/ end id.]

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uchihashisuii · 2 months

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late night. | Shisui/OFC

surprise, bitch Shisui/Akari drabble from a request on twitter<3

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Returning to the village late at night from a too-long mission is cathartic, in its own way. Even with exhaustion burrowing deep down to his bones until he can feel the weight of every breath, the struggle to put one foot in front of the other rather than risk a sloppy shunshin. It’s almost worth it, with the streets quiet enough that all Shisui can hear is his own breathing; a blanket of calm permeates the air, indolent, as the handful of jonin meandering from rooftop to rooftop give him a quick nod as he passes. Late enough that it could be considered morning, quiet enough it feels like a dream.

He doesn’t have to worry about questions dogging his heels from other nin, doesn’t have to stop and smile and promise his aunty he’ll be there for dinner later in the week (he will, always). All Shisui has to think about is ducking his head into the Hokage’s office, giving a quick report that he was successful on his mission, and then he can fall into bed and sleep for about twenty hours. He’ll have a proper write-up tomorrow, when he can see straight and jumpstart his brain into working once again. For now, he drags his feet homeward, desperate enough for the familiar sight and smell and feel of hearth and home that he can practically taste it.

He doesn’t bother locking the door, not in a village like this. Leans against the wall as he toes off his sandals, fingers tugging lazily at his holster until he can pull it over his head and drop the worn leather on the kitchen table. Remnants of earlier inhabitants occupy every corner; a stack of dishes litter the sink, a half dozen kunai spread across the tabletop to wink in the moonlight that spills from the open window. A forgotten book, cover a deep red and spine well-worn. Shisui cocks a brow at that, wonders briefly what could have possibly occurred that had Akari strolling down memory lane. Considers it for a moment, with scarred fingers that drag softly, lovingly, across the top; lifting it open for a moment, smiling at the sight of messages and letters passed, a single pressed flower sticking out between two worn pages. Remembers belatedly from his still-weary mind that she sleeps nearby, close enough to touch.

The book is forgotten as he moves down the hall on muscle memory alone, shadows pulling at his every footfall. The bedroom door is already open when he steps inside, and even in the dark of night still he can see her splayed across the mattress, blankets tangled around bare legs and hair an utter mess. His smile turns tender as he watches her breathe, eyes not once leaving her face as he plucks at his clothes and tosses them somewhere in the vicinity of the hamper - she’ll grouse about it in the morning, but for now he needs her in his arms nearly desperately.

Shisui takes his place at her side, selfishly burrowing above her. Arm across her stomach until he can curve a palm over her hip, nose buried in the crook of her neck; his eyes fall shut even as Akari goes still the moment he touches her, wide awake the moment she feels him. He doesn’t care if he woke her up, doesn’t care that his hands are cold and that she’s already whispering his name in that exasperated huff, sleep still clinging to her with lazy hands. She grumbles in his direction, rolling over until he’s pressed to her chest, hand coming up to tangle in his riot of curls. Her eyes are still closed, small pinch between her brows; he doesn't have to see her face to know, and he smiles into the kiss he presses, whisper-soft, to the line of her jaw.

She’s warm, enveloping him in her errant affection as their legs tangle together. Her heart beats steady and sure beneath his ear, and it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

“You’re late,” Akari whispers into the quiet, voice low and rough from disuse. She lifts a hand to ruffle her hair, leans down to kiss his forehead but misses and lands her mouth somewhere beside an eyebrow instead, all affection and no bite.

“Only a little,” he argues, half-heartedly. Feels her soft scoff that pushes her breast further into his skin and he could die a happy man, right here and right now.

Death is cruel indeed, when Akari shifts until he’s no longer cradled in her arms. Shisui pouts hard enough he’s certain she can hear it, laying flat on his back as she leans above him on an elbow, hair fluffed out around her ears and a frown twisting her mouth.

“Two weeks, that’s what you said.” Her tone makes him fidget, glancing away from the smudged shadows lingering beneath her eyes to instead look to where her hand in clenched into a fist on the pillow. Part of him wants to crack wise about a worried girlfriend left at home, another part almost wants to assure her that hey - they’re shinobi. Par for the course in the uncertainty of their lives; shit happens, missions go long. He knows that’ll earn him a swift kick to the shin and a potentially cold night spent alone on the couch, so he wisely keeps his mouth shut.

Biggest part of him wants to pull her down to his chest, ignore her words and her grousing that he loves so much because he’s here in bed with her; he’s home and she’s here and she smells nice and feels nice and holy fuck he’s tired.

He does none of that. Instead he tilts his head, mouth curved into a pout as he looks up at her. Feels like he’s kicking a foot in the dirt, hand caught in the cookie jar. “I know what I -”

“It’s been five.”

His sigh is heavy enough to drown him. “I’m sorry, you know I couldn’t get word out or -”

His world darkens further. Hands cup his cheeks as a weight falls over him. Akari shifts, quick as the seasoned ANBU she is, to straddle his hips and hold him like he’s something precious. She breathes him in, and kisses his words as they come. “Welcome home,” she whispers into his mouth, lips brushing softly over his.

Shisui’s breath comes out in a gust, muscles relaxing until he sinks further into the mattress. He brings his hands up to grip her hips, dragging her down until he can swallow all of her complaints. “Good to be back.”

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