#bonked on the head

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Hi Atlas!

Possible trigger warning? Head injury

May I request some BAU x reader where reader hits their head and the team (or just one character if that works better for you) is worried?

A little angst but being in fluff and potentially a hug from one or more characters?

I’d would be a plus if you could add a juice box in there somewhere. Thanks!

Gender neutral reader would be awesome. A short story, I think? Whatever works for you

You don’t actually remember hitting your head - which is probably a bit of a red flag. You remember getting out of the SUV, geared up and ready to go in and arrest the unsub. And then nothing, until you woke up on the floor, blood dripping into your eye.

You were new to the team, you had only been on a few cases but you quickly felt welcomed to the team - despite not knowing them fully just yet, From what you gathered, Hotch was the father figure of the team, Rossi seemed like the cool uncle, Derek and Emily acting as older siblings, Penelope and JJ as middle siblings, and Spencer and yourself as the younger siblings (at least that seemed to be the vibes you had gotten thus far). And so, when you woke up, still in the abandoned building, surrounded by the team, you weren’t overly surprised.

“Did you get the unsub?” You asked, forcing yourself to sit up. Hotch’s hand immediately went to your shoulder, steadying you. 

“Easy, kid,” Derek chimed.

“He properly conked me, huh?”

“Yep,” Emily responded, “You’ll bounce back in no time though,”

“The ambulance is on it’s way,” 

“The ambulance?” You looked at Hotch and Rossi, “I’m completely fine,”

“Actually, you were unconscious for at least ten minutes, which indicates that you are, not in fact, fine.” Spencer said.

You groaned, before wincing and placing a hand on your head. “Should not have groaned,” You mumbled. 

“Come on,” Hotch said, him and Morgan gently helping you stand. “I think the ambulance is here,”

“Don’t we normally have paramedics on standby?” You ask, voice a whisper. 

“We weren’t exactly expecting you to get injured,” Morgan teased lightly. 

Soon enough, you were all patched up and given the all clear to fly, as long as you got plenty of rest and took it easy for the next two weeks - getting in contact with a doctor if any symptoms got worse or if you developed any further symptoms. Turns out, getting injured came with its bonuses, one of which was getting the couch on the jet. Granted, Hotch and Rossi were watching over you like hawks, but you got to sleep on the couch (which was ridiculously comfortable, by the way). After just over an hour of sleeping, Hotch gently woke you up, telling you that you were back, you nodded and got up slowly. You tried not to flush red when you realised you were taking it so slow (to avoid dizziness) that five minutes had passed. 

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” You mumbled. “I’m taking forever,”

“Take as much time as you need,” JJ reassured. 

Slowly but surely, you made your way down the steps. When you stepped out of the elevator, Penelope immediately lit up. 

“Oh thank God you’re okay!” Penelope exclaims, immediately bringing you into a hug. This was quickly followed by a hug from JJ, Emily, and then Spencer. You watched, curious (and mildly scared) as Penelope ruffled through her bag for a moment. She handed you a small object. “Have a juicebox.” She stated.

“A juicebox?”

“A juicebox.”

You continued to stare at her in confusion, “What?- I’m so confused,”

“Whenever someone is injured, or not feeling themselves,” Garcia started, “I give them a juicebox.” She gave a shrug. 

“O-oh, okay, thank you,” You stuttered out, unsure of what to do with this information. “Did you want some money for the juicebox?”

“Oh, newbie, you have so much to learn,”

[froopa-coopa]

in the safehouse

[wigglybunfish]

ALL ABOARD FOR THE MASTER EIJI FAN CLUB

inspired by this post. Immaculate, @aye-of-newt

Best father and son-daughter-stupid-lost-boy duo. that’s her Dad of Steel your honor.

ID by @princess-of-purple-prose

[ID: Blue Eye Samurai fanart of Eiji and Mizu. Eiji is smiling and wearing a shirt that says "I'm not the step father, I'm the father that stepped up." Mizu smiles and does a thumbs-up. End ID]

[tojisun]

simon telling you to hump his leg if you’re really that desperate to have him get you off, only to have his mouth run dry when you actually clamber to your knees and scoot toward his spread legs. you ride his boot and rub yourself against the hard muscle of his shin, before pitching forward to leave open-mouthed kisses over the zipper of his cargos, trailing your lips along his chub. he chokes on his words, left to fist the hand-rests of his seat because he didn’t expect this—“god, baby, you’re so pretty.”

he probably takes pictures of you to show off to his buddies when he leaves for missions, listening to them coo at how docile you are and submissive you become because of your need for simon’s cock :((

[notacluedo]

I can’t remember if Andrew ever canonically pulls Neil in by the grating on his helmet but

[wispscribbles]

“How copy?”

[elfmagee]

just an average tuesday

[arttuff]

woaw... loave...

[clambuoyance]

call that range

(i was going to add more of his expressions and label them but i got lazy halfway thru 🧎🏻‍♀️)

[kabukiaku]

malewife + girlboss dynamic.

[nottspocket]

More personality swap boys bcs I’m so in love with this concept

[sghr10423]

some Kierans while I try to re-figure-out how to draw... people.

ft. a small sghr doodle, some assorted pokemon, and some fun with screentones

[dceasesd]

dick grayson’s carefully crafted facade of control and cosmic guilt has enchanted me body and soul

[chandralia]

Deku: so… I might’ve completely lost it when I saw your corpse

Katsuki: of course you did, I’m incredible and would be deeply missed

Deku: I… may have also reacted the same way when you got stabbed, which is why Shigaraki targeted you to begin with…

Katsuki:

Deku: and when Monoma said some mean things about you

Katsuki: you’re in love with me and you need to get that checked out.

[tojisun]

!! nsfw - manipulation; D/s - daddy kink (and issues tbh)

simon thinks about the way you look up to him and thinks, "ah. this will be easy."

it is a thought that worms itself into a vitriolic existence, pungent in the way it taints his memories with you—reshaping the moments, bathing them in a sinful colour because simon cannot resist. not when you are handing yourself to him with a pretty bow.

corruption starts from the ground, spreading like a miasma.

you have gulped the attention he pours over you—devouring every of his honeyed words even when it was his obsession that he fed you, saccharine and guileful—all because it came from his cupped palms. you didn't even notice the ferocity of his infatuation, mistaking it for soft affection and not the sickness that it is.

he led you with gentle beckoning until you confused his possessiveness for him being protective, and then, it was all too late. simon's finally got you ensnared, trapping you within a gilded cage if only to hide the hunger that leaves him frothing.

he swipes the hair away from your face. "y'really like restin' your head on my lap, huh, sweetheart?"

you hum, blinking your eyes open to peer up at him. he watches the way they crinkle as you smile, a breathless giggle passing through your parted lips.

he knows what this means—you've slipped underneath the fog. floaty.

so perfect for him.

"yes, daddy," you reply, words lilting like your tongue's gone heavy.

simon tamps down the shiver that races across his body, hiding the way his lips are twitching into a smirk behind his palm.

"what a lovely darlin' you are f'r me," he murmurs, his voice heavy with pride and giddiness.

so, so lovely. and now, you're truly all his.

[hualianschild]