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hi !! hope u are well !!! idk if youâve seen this but theres alot of writers putting their fics (mostly within x reader spaces but it might be within charxchar spaces aswl) behind a patreon paywall ⌠idk i might be wrong but isnât that borderline illegal ?? like copyright infringement ?? since they are profiting off of characters they donât own ?? again i might be wrong but its rubbed me the wrong way for agess
it is technically borderline illegal and it gives studios a good and solid reason to take legal action against them, if they want. also if "taking commission for fanfics" is normalized on a mainstream level, I can unfortunately see platforms like ao3 facing serious challenges or maybe even the risk of getting shut down â because as of now, ao3 and fanfic as a whole exist in a "legally grey area". the main reason people can freely and openly post fanfics, and the main reason studios aren't taking legal action against fanfic writers, is because fanfic writers aren't monetizing fanfics of other people's copyrighted characters.
some people have already explained why "fanfic commissions" are riskier than "fan art commissions". I can't quote their exact words, but it's something about fan art being "more difficult to prove that the characters were others' copyrighted material". meanwhile with fanfics, it can be easily proved that it's from other people's copyrighted material and is being illegally monetized.
so like â a little message for folks who take commission for fanfics â for the sake of fanfic community as a whole, please don't normalize this. I understand wanting to earn money, and, as a fellow fanfic writer, I think all writers deserve to earn income for their hard works, but it's not worth jeopardizing your future and fanfic community as a whole, if fanfics commission were widely normalized and studios started taking legal action. a hush hush payment between two people in a private one-on-one chat may be harmless and free of consequences, but that will not continue being the case if we normalize this on a mainstream level.
fanfiction is a rare gem and a solid, living proof that, in a world of tiktok, influencers and content posting, not everything is about money and going viral. art can still be art just for the sake of the artistsâ pure love, joy and passion for the art they create. fanfic writers write 100k words and more about the characters they love for free. just because they love these characters and the art of writing so much. art is not dead and the world is still beautiful.
someone I follow on the bird app just announced theyâre starting a very exclusive private fic server because they and a bunch of other people want to talk about how much they love the fics theyâre reading, and as an author can I just say that a really great place to talk about a fic you love is in the comments for that fic
I understand that people are trying to create safe spaces, but as the number of comments that I get on my fics dwindles with each passing year, knowing these spaces exist where my fics are being discussed, places that I am excluded from, makes me want to write fic LESS
I mean I guess who cares, right, because if I stop writing, thereâs 10,000 other people that will continueâŚbut if you participate in a fic âbook clubâ server and you say nice things there about a fic you loved, maybe copy and paste that into a comment on AO3?
the only thing fanfic writers are asking for in return for hours of hard work is attention. please donât rob us of the one thing that we hope for when we hit âpostâ
this is directly related to this post I made about how fanfic authors now are treated like content mills, and not like valued members of a creative community who thrive on interaction. for the past decade, weâve watched the fandom ecosystem disrupted over and over, as NSFW fan artists seek safety by putting their work behind paywalls, and self-conscious fic readers squirrel away their feelings in invite-only communities
an easy way to do your part to fight against the evils perpetrated by social media is to leave a comment on a fanfic you love
The fact I had a fic that was fairly beloved and NO ONE commented on it because it was all being done in a fucking book club server made me want to scream.
I cannot express enough how imperative it is to show the writer how much you love their work. The comments donât have to be novels themselves - even just an âI loved this so much!â Or keyboard smashing works wonders to keep the writer going. Please, we need to bring back supporting writers and artists now more than ever!!!
PLUS, plusâŚif people are talking about fic in private servers and not telling the authors, those people get the idea that the fic writer is âbig.â Meanwhile the fic writer is sitting there, staring at a Google doc, struggling to find the motivation to write the next chapter, with 2 comments on a 20k fic.
They donât feel big. They donât feel appreciated. They donât feel motivated. And they might stop writing or shelve their fic, never knowing that people were loving it in private.
Honestly this is the same for social media threads or even on this very app. If you can, tag the author. A lot of us have our socials in our AO3 profiles.
i have a request for aaron hotchner x teenage!daughter :)
what about aaron being away for a local case and the daughter sneaks out to a party even tho aaron was against it. then she gets hurt at the party (or drugged?) and is in the hospital. aaron ofc rushes to her and makes sure sheâs okay etc. and just fluff with angst đŤśđź
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Hey everyone, Iâm back with another monthly challenge! For the months of November AND December, I am formally challenging any willing writer to take a stab at writing fanfiction including a Wrong/Mistaken Recipient using their choice of Criminal Minds characters! Reader, Original Character, Character/Characterships, Gen/Platonicfics are allowed! Please check out the Rules below the Keep Reading.
There are a LOT of prompts below the cut, so keep going!
(**This is NOT a request list for meâthis is a prompt list of other writers! Feel free to request from someone else, and be sure to let them know about the challenge!)
SFW Prompts đ
The BAU arrests the wrong person
The flower delivery guy really messes things up
Character grabs the wrong person to kiss at NYE
Character leaves a voicemail for the wrong person
Character grabs the wrong personâs hand in public
Character receives an awkward text from an unknown number (or one they havenât spoken to in a long time)
Character throws a snowball at their friend⌠but misses (and hits their crush/an attractive stranger instead)
Talking to different people on multiple phone lines can get really confusing
Somehow Character got on someone's super silly Christmas Card mailing list
Thereâs a mixup of notebooks and Character finds writings/drawings... of them
Character receives a package they weren't expecting and finds an even more unexpected item inside
The team recounts all the times Penelope said something inappropriate to the wrong person on the phone
Character has been sending messages to their loved one after they passed (they never expected a response)
Character pulls a prank against a fun-loving coworker, but their significantly less playful coworker triggers it
Character leaves an anonymous letter confessing their love, but the recipient insists it canât be for them
Character enlists Penelopeâs help in hacking into someoneâs device to delete an unintended message
Keep Reading for more Prompts and the Challenge Rules!
Dialogue Prompts đ
âOh, God. Wrong house.â
âNew phone, whoâs this?â
âSo⌠who is (intended recipient name)?â
âBaby, I can be whoever you want me to be.â
âAny chance we can pretend you didnât see that?â
âNo matter what you do, do NOT open that.â âToo late.â
âIâm not complaining, but I donât think that was for me.â
âWhatâs the point of the unsend button if it tells them that I unsent something?!â
âThis is definitely the wrong number but, seriously, did you think that line would work?â
âI actually can come to the phone right now with a very special message that your mother is aâ!â
NSFW Prompts đ
Character is a stripper at the wrong party
Character receives scandalous selfies from a coworker
Characters buy books together but take the wrong ones home (at least one of them is erotica)
Character wanted to gift a friend a sex toy as a joke and they used the same wrapping paper for their crushâs gift
Character sends their friend a detailed review of their recent sexual encounter⌠and accidentally sends it to the person theyâre reviewing
Thereâs confusion and two BAU members end up with the same hotel room (Character walks in to find their coworker completely nude)
Character is waiting for an unsub in a confessional booth (the unsub doesn't show, but someone else confesses unholy thoughts)
Rules
Your fic can be a Reader insert, an Original Character, a character/character ship, a platonic ship, or a Gen fic. It can feature any Criminal Minds character. AUs and crossovers are more than welcome.
Tag me in the fic, or send the link to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it for the challenge - I collect both! You can also tag â#mentioningmarginsâ
The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check. Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed. Please also include some indication of rating if it is NSFW.
Please include Content Warnings and a one-sentence Summary of the fic in your post. For xReader fics, PLEASE specify if your reader is Female, Male, or Gender Neutral.
Have fun!
The Masterlist of fics will be posted around December 30 If you finish after that, no problem - just send me the fic once youâre done and Iâll add it after-the-fact!
Feel free to message me if you want help developing a plot, have any questions, or just want to gush about your fic. Iâm happy to help, and Iâm happy youâre here â¤ď¸
in which hotchner!reader is set to have heart surgery, and Spencer can't help but be concerned for her
margotober masterlist
who? spencer reid x hotchner!reader
category: angst
content warnings: fem!reader, chronically ill!reader, spencer is anxious, inadvertently made jack hotchner a glass child, hospitals, medications, surgery, heart transplant, hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, mostly medically accurate, rejected proposals, spencer's pov, mentions death and dying and wills, howl's moving castle
word count: 2.51k
a/n: this might be my favorite margotober post of the week. i don't know. it's very introspective. twas a request!
Ironically, his heart was racing. Spencer made his way through the cardiac unit with nothing but his imagination to guide him. He had just left the building a few hours ago when you insisted that he sleep in a real bed, and now he was back.
Your dad hadnât told him what was going on, he just told him to get to the hospital. It was an hourâs drive from his place in D.C. to Johns Hopkins in Baltimoreâyou could already be dead by now.
He didnât even have a chance to say goodbye to you. Not a real, proper goodbye. He told you heâd come back in the morning, which felt ridiculous now.
The sterile fluorescence of the intensive care unit only added to his irritability as he washed his hands upon entry, the CVICU had been your home for the past two months, and in a way, it had become Spencerâs as well. He couldnât be shocked, youâd been in heart failure for nearly two years, and there was no way he could ignore the worried glances between your doctors and nurses.
You slept more than you were awake most days, Spencer and your dad took turns staying behind on cases, and you usually didnât have the energy to hold a conversation.
Thatâs why heâs so surprised to see you sitting up in bed with a cap over your hair, talking to your cardiologist. You looked drained, dark circles gave your eyes a haunted look, but Spencerâs chest filled with relief at the fact that you were still very much alive. âHey,â Spencer said, looking around the room for even the slightest clue as to what was going on.
Sluggishly, your head turned to look at him, âHey,â you said back, a weak smile on your face.
He wanted to tell you to lie down, sitting up was obviously draining you of what little energy you had, but more than that, he wanted you to tell him what was going onâhe couldnât guess, he couldnât bear to be wrong. âWhat is it? What happened?â His questions were frantic, your father had never called him in the middle of the night like this.
âIâm getting a heart, Spence,â you told him, your voice was gentle.
So, the sky wasnât falling. The feeling of impending doom that heâs had for the last two years was potentially going to be lifted away, âWhen?â He asked, stepping further into the room and setting his bag in the chair, crossing his arms as he joined the conversation between you and your doctor.
You took a deep breath, in through your nose and out through your mouth, âTonight.â
He needed to sit down.
âWeâre just waiting on some final pre-op labs,â your doctor confirmed, nodding at the both of you. âItâs a good match,â he assured Spencer, âIâll let you two talk.â
As soon as you were alone, Spencer guided you down to the pillows. Too weak to resist, you leaned back until your shoulders hit the pillows, âWhereâs Hotch?â
You hummed in response, âJack freaked out when we told him I was getting a new heart, dadâs with him until our aunt gets here.â
âHeâs worried about you,â he observed, sometimes it was hard to put the age difference between you and your brother into perspective, but at times like this, he remembered just how young Jack really was.
Clearing your throat, you shook your head once, âHeâs scared that my new heart wonât love him the same.â
Spencer nodded in understanding, âSo, what did you tell him?â
You smiled softly, âI told him it was like in Howlâs Moving Castle.â Pausing for a moment to catch your breath, Spencer took your hand in his, âTheyâre not taking my love away, Iâll be able to love him even more with a new heart.â
âSo, now he thinks your heart is on fire,â Spencer pointed out, tucking a stray hair underneath your cap.
Sighing, you shut your eyes for a moment, âSometimes it feels like it.â
His chest tightened in sympathy while watching you try to catch your breath, vaguely aware that this was the last night that tonight would be like this, âAre you scared?â It seemed like a foolish question to ask, knowing that youâd had more procedures than most people your age, but this was a big one. This was the big one.
You nodded gently, there were so many things to be scared of, surgical complications, transplant rejection, but you looked at Spencer with pity in your eyes. You were pitying him, âMy will is in the top drawer of my nightstand,â you started.
âNo,â Spencer interjected, denial creeping up on him.
You sighed, it took everything in you to hold back your tears, âSpence, we have to talk about this.â
He shook his head, âNo, we donât. Youâre going to be fine.â
âI need you to be rational,â you pleaded. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, you were begging him to think rationally as refusal crept over him. âYou know the statistics. In fact, you probably know them better than me,â you said pointedly.
He sniffled, âYou have good odds,â he insisted. âEven if you didnât have good chances, youâve always been good at beating the odds,â he reminded you. The two of you had said goodbye before, a nasty battle with bacterial endocarditis had put you in a coma, but you had come out of it, sending you even higher on the UNOS transplant list.
Issues with your kidneys had knocked you out of the running for some hearts, so your only hope was a direct donation. It seemed like you were getting your wish. âMy heart wonât be as big,â you murmured, not having the energy to debate Spencer on probability.
âNo,â he affirmed, âItâll be a bit smaller.â Your heart muscle was thick as a result of your cardiomyopathy, and your pacemaker wasnât able to keep up with your deteriorating health. A transplant became your only hope.
You sighed contentedly, âYou always made me feel so lucky.â
âStop trying to say goodbye,â he told you, tilting his head to the side.
Nodding, he could tell that you understood him, âYouâll never get rid of me, Iâll come back and haunt you.â
Spencer shook his head dismissively, âNo dying, sweet girl. Weâve got to take care of your new heart.â
A peaceful silence blanketed the two of you, sitting and waiting for someone to tell him it was time to go. He didnât want to go. Heâd go with you to the operating room if theyâd let him.
He said goodbye to you in the hallway, watching you get wheeled away before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking to the waiting room, stopping in his tracks at the sight before him.
A majority of the BAU had gathered in the waiting room, taking up all of the chairs on the right-hand side, settling in for the long haul. âHey,â JJ was the first one to speak, giving Spencer a quick embrace before stepping back, âHow was she?â
âSheâs good,â he answered absentmindedly, still looking around the room, a few familiar faces nowhere to be found. âShe was tired,â and a bit morbid toward the end.
Jack was curled up on one of the loveseats, a blanket tucked over him. Spencer continued looking around, confusion settling in until Emily spoke up, âHeâs in the chapel. Rossi and Morgan are with him.â
Hotch was in the chapel, likely lighting a candle for Haley while Rossi and Morgan said a prayer for you. Oddly enough, it brought Spencer comfort to know that his friends were pulling for you in the ways they knew how, especially when he didnât believe in it himself.
Spencer looked at the bracelet that you had placed in his hands, it was one of your most prized possessions, and should something happen to you, he was under strict instructions to hand it over to your father.
You were still a teenager when you were first diagnosed, and you were scared of having a big scar from open heart surgery, so your mom went out and bought you a charm bracelet. For each procedure after, youâd gotten a new charm for the bracelet with Hotch continuing the tradition after your mother had passed away.
There was no doubt in his mind that there would be a special charm for this surgery, Hotch usually had Penelope and JJ help him pick it out.
Penelope walked in, handing Spencer a cup of coffee. The average heart transplant takes six hours, but you have so much scar tissue that he wouldnât be surprised if it took longer than that.
You were two years younger than him, and he found himself enamored with you from the moment you met. Your disease had forced you to leave college early, but your dad had set you up with a job in records at Quantico, both to give you something to do and to keep you nearby.
Until you just kept getting sicker, you were the best person they had working in records, but eventually, you had to leave that too.
The rest of the team caught on to Spencerâs crush, but you found yourself avoiding him like the plague. You turned him down eight times before you finally acquiesced, come to find out the only reason you said yes is because Hotch pushed you in that direction. Of all people, your father had just wanted you to continue living your lifeâhe didnât want you to become a hermit.
You would be one now though, with all of the immunosuppressants youâd be on post-transplant, youâd be spending a lot of time at home.
Rejection became a trend in your relationship when Spencer proposed to you last year. Heâd done it properly, asking your father and Jack for permission, but youâd said no, rattling off some excuse about how he shouldnât shackle himself to someone with one foot in the grave.
That night, after you had all but broken up with him, youâd collapsed and ended up in the hospital. The two of you made a promise to each other. If you ever got a new heart, youâd finally say yes.
The promise had been your idea, claiming that karma had caused you to collapse in your apartment because you turned him down. Spencer didnât believe in karma and fate the way you did, but he did believe in you. That was enough for him.
Hotch came back up first, setting a comforting hand on Spencerâs shoulder before he walked back to where Jack was sleeping, your Aunt Jessica was back there with the two of them.
They hit the two-hour mark with no update, and Spencer convinced himself that no news had to be good news.
Derek and Rossi had made their way up to the waiting room, pulling out a deck of cards from the hospital gift shop and dealing around the table. Spencer just watched, heâd played more than enough card games in this hospital before, and heâd likely be playing many more in the future.
Youâd have to stay in the hospital post-transplant for approximately a month, but it was some comfort to Spencer that instead of your health declining, you would begin feeling better. It hurt to hope, but he found himself excited at the prospect of you regaining your strength.
By the time five hours had passed, JJ and Derek had fallen asleep in their chairs, but everyone had committed themselves to waiting for you.
Spencer wanted to take you home, settle you into your shared apartment together, and let you heal, but you werenât going to come home with him. When your month in the hospital was up, youâd go home with your dad and Jack. Your apartment didnât have an elevator, and he worried about you having to use the stairs all the time. Your dadâs apartment had an elevator, so it became the obvious choice.
You told him you didnât even remember what home looked like anymore. He couldnât wait to bring you home.
Heâd started to worry after six hours had passed, but just before hour seven hit, your cardiothoracic surgeon came out to the waiting room.
Careful not to wake Jack, Hotch stood up from his chair, approaching the surgeon with a wariness that Spencer had never seen from him. He waved Spencer over, silently inviting him to join the conversation.
âEverything went well, sheâll be in the CVICU still for a few days before sheâs strong enough to be transferred,â the doctor explained, garnering the attention of some of the other people in the room. âVisiting hours donât start for a few hours, but if one of you wants to stay with her until she wakes up, then Iâd be willing to arrange an exception.â
Youâd be waking up in a bright room with a tube in your throat, and having someone that you knew with you when you woke up would hopefully ease some of your fears. As soon as Spencer was about to offer to keep an eye on Jack so Hotch could sit with you, Hotch interrupted his train of thought, âYou should go.â
Spencer frowned, glancing over your father, âAre you sure?â
Nodding, Hotch looked back at Jack, still sleeping on the loveseat. âI need to stay with him, and she wouldnât want him to see her first thing,â he explained.
If Jackâs fear from earlier was any kind of forewarning, Hotch probably had a point when it came to wanting to stay with his youngest. Even still, Spencer protested, âI can stay with Jack.â
There were a number of people in the room who could stay with Jack, but Hotch clearly wanted to stay, âDonât keep my daughter waiting, Reid.â
He did not have to be told twice, turning around and following the doctor to your room, scrubbing his hands before approaching the door. Faltering slightly at the doorway, Spencer found himself staring at you. There were so many wires and tubes connected to you that heâd have to take his time doing inventory of them all, there was a tube breathing for you, but your heartâyour heart was beating steady.
âYou can take a seat here,â a nurse said, gesturing to a chair for him to use. He sat down obediently, setting his bag on the ground next to him.
You wouldnât come out from under the anesthesia for hours yet, but Spencer found comfort in knowing that heâd be here for you when you woke up. He could let you squeeze your hand when you felt pain, and heâd be there to wipe your tears away. At this point, heâd do anything you asked of him.
For now, all he had to do was wait. He clasped your hand in both of his and sat at your bedside, a ring box burning a hole in his messenger bagâwaiting for you to be ready for it.
As Kinktober begins, your friendly older tumblr aunt is here to remind you that not all sex you read about online is accurate or even possible! :)
Here are some fun reminders!
Always, always, check for consent before you begin anything with someone else! Check ins during are also good and hot!!!
Use lube - not just spit. Lube is designed to last on your body while spit is soaked into your skin and therefore, not useful. (By all means, if you wanna spit after youâve applied lube and your partner is into it? Go for it. But lube up first!)
Most people with female anatomy cannot squirt and before you say âitâs in porn!!â Please know that itâs an actual skill that you have to train your body to do. Some people can naturally relax the right muscles - most canât.
For most people, a 10+ inch dick is ridiculously large and would hurt. Size doesnât matter half as much as fics make it out to matter -there are so many other factors that matter significantly more. (Angle!! Friction, LUBE, speed, position, etc.)
Itâs totally fine (and normal!) to not have an orgasm during sex. Especially if itâs your first time. Yes, even those with male anatomy. Sometimes, sex is about the closeness and the experience, not the orgasm.
USE PROTECTION! Never ever assume your partner is using some form of protection. YOU MUST DISCUSS THIS WITH YOUR PARTNER. Itâs only awkward if you make it awkward.
Also, condoms are supposed to be tight on a penis. You can wear the wrong size and it will not work the right way. They can fall off if theyâre too big or break from being too tight. However, unless someone has a literal allergy, it being âuncomfortableâ is not a valid excuse to not wear a condom. And hey! You/they DO have an allergy?? Guess what - they probably make a condom that youâre not allergic to!! Isnât science neat? :)
When you put on a condom you need to leave room at the tip. You need to pinch that left over space and verify there are no air bubbles. If there are air bubbles - itâs going to break. If you donât leave that extra space? Itâs going to break. Quite a few condom brands have a built in â reservoir tipâ. If the brand you prefer doesnât, make sure to physically check that there is room.
NEVER HAVE ANAL SEX WITHOUT LUBE. Yep, back to lube! Guess what happens when you donât use it? PAIN. The anus does NOT stretch naturally. You have to work it open - PREP WORK. It will tear, it will hurt, and your fun time will be over before it ever began.
Choking someone can be incredibly dangerous if not done properly. Do your research. Your goal isnât to crush someoneâs trachea - that can cause actual permanent damage.
CONSENT! IS! HOT!
Most sex isnât a BDSM situation. Most people will never enter that type of partnership. BDSM is much, much more than âdominant/submissiveâ.
On that note, being submissive does not mean always whining, whimpering, or crying. It can mean this - but being submissive is about giving up control and trusting someone else to give you what you need. Submissive does not equal infantilization.
Other hand! Being a dominant does not mean being hard, rough, and emotionally closed off. A dominant understands they are being handed trust from someone and they take that role very, very seriously. Being dominant does not equal being a dick.
âVanillaâ sex is not boring. The term actually was created in the â70s but the definition varies depending on the subset of people talking. (Monogamous vs. polyamorous, sexual preference, etc.)
Finally!!
It is completely and totally okay and normal to read about something and like it but not ever want to do it in real life. Itâs okay to not like reading about something but enjoy it in real life. Itâs okay to try something and never want to do it again or stop halfway through.
It is not okay to shame anyone else for their preferences, even if they differ from your own. :)
Please remember as youâre reading through all the fun fics that they are just that - fiction. Real life is never quite like itâs written and thatâs okay! Be safe, do research from real experts, and remember to be nice to your authors!
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âall i see is smutâ âwhy canât i find fluff and angst and not smutâ âhow come fluff isnâtââ
yet when nonsmut fics come across your dash you donât support it by circulating it with a reblog. smut is pushed because itâs the smut audience that tends to be more supportive when it comes to boosting the fics they read đ
His daughter is a cane user and she has a bad day pain wise?
Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader
Just like your father, you'd always been stoic, easily able to hide your pain from the outside world. It was something Aaron always had to keep in mind, how you'd push through and never speak a word about your discomfort. He'd always seen the characteristic in himself as a blessing, but in you he viewed it as a curse to himself.
There were times when you couldn't hide it, though. Usually you were well past a manageable pain level when it happened, and Aaron beat himself up for not noticing sooner. He'd never thought the hardest person to profile would be his own daughter, but apparently you were. People didn't see what you didn't want them to see, including your father.
Today, however, you'd reached your breaking point, hardly able to get out of bed, even with the help of your cane. You had tried, of course, but the gravity of your pain had been too much to bear. The sound of Jack's bare feet running past your door reminded you of the day to come, how your brother approached everything in stride with a smile on his face.
You tried your best to do the same, but you could only do what your body allowed.
A soft knock landed on your door and you called to invite whomever it was in.
"Morning, sweetheart." Your dad peeked his head through the door, his brow already furrowed with concern.
"G'morning," you mumbled out the words.
Aaron padded into the room, closing the door behind him. He stayed as quiet as possible, not wanting to draw attention from Jack, who would have wanted to stay for the conversation.
Your dad sat down on the bed, running a gentle hand through your hair. The gesture was something he'd done since you were a little girl, one of calm and quiet understanding.
"Do you want to stay home today?" he asked.
"No." Truthfully, you didn't want to stay home. Want implied that it was something you could give or take, a choice. If you could have chosen to go to school, you would have, but your body didn't allow that kind of liberation.
"Do you need to stay home today?" Aaron re-phrased.
You didn't have the energy to speak this time, managing a slight nod.
"Okay." He kissed your forehead before exiting the room quietly.
As soon as he left, you fell into a state of half-sleep, unable to reach full rest due to the pain coursing through your body. It was like some sort of horribly sick joke that you needed sleep to aid the ache, yet it kept you from sleeping in the first place.
The sound of the front door opening, your dad talking to JJ, her leaving with the boys in tow, all happened in a haze. It was only when your dadâs footsteps ascended the stairs that you were able to pull yourself from the fog.
A quiet knock on the door brought you out of your head and into your body. Gentle footsteps sounded against the carpet until you felt the bed dip slightly, followed by a gentle hand tucking loose hairs away from your face.
You opened your eyes slowly, being met with resistance from your own body that so desperately wanted to block out the light. Pain made it difficult to process your surroundings, but once you did, the sight of your dad in his normal house clothes surprised you.
"Don't you have work?"
"Nope." He planted a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Anderson is bringing me some files, but I'm staying home with you."
"You didn't have to do that." It came out as a painful whisper.
"I wanted to." Hotch reached for the bedside table, grabbing a cup with a straw. "Can you try just a little?"
He helped you prop yourself up against the pillows and held the straw to your lips. The taste of a fruit smoothie filled danced along your taste buds, and slowly but surely you were able to consume half the contents of the cup. When you were done, you pushed it away slightly and laid back down, your dad tucking you in just as the doorbell rang.
"I'll check on you in a bit. Promise to call if you need anything?" he asked.
You nodded your head, eyes already closed, mind in a half-sleep.
Hotch kissed you on the forehead gently and left the room, closing the door quietly so as to not disturb your rest. He could only hope that sleep (and pain medication) would allow you to begin the day again in a few hours.
Rossi and RR arguing in Italian on cases and in office n shit so they can be as scathing as they want and Emily is over there losing her shit listening to them
First: this is fantastic and I can't wait to write it
i'd like to request a short little thing with rossi-reid using an italian pet name on spence for the first time or vice versa if you haven't done it already!! get those creative juices going!! <3
omg I can see this in my head and now I just have to figure out how to put it into words
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