#and bullied someone into sending me this ask

[luveline]

grumpy hotch x pregnant reader where he is just having an off day and the team calls reader in to deal with him and as soon she arrives in his office he just holds her and her belly as she scratches his scalp omg 🥹😭🫶🏻

You’re lounging in your husband's favourite chair with a book and an ice cold soda in your hand when your phone rings. You almost knock your tooth out pulling it up to your face without looking, wanting it to be Aaron, knowing it probably won’t be. Maternity leave can be excruciatingly boring. 

“Hello?” you ask. Your book slides down your bump. You pull it back up. 

“Hi, mom.”  

You grin to yourself. “Hi, Emily. Please tell me you’re calling because you miss me and you know I have cabin fever.” 

“I’m calling because someone misses you.” Her ire tone is unmissable and ever endearing. “I do miss you, I can’t wait for you to have your stinking baby and come back to work.” 

“That would be fun, right? We’ll get Hotch on paternity leave.” 

“It’s him I’m calling about.” 

“Is he okay?” you ask. You know if he were injured she would’ve mentioned that first. You’re not so scared of his being grumpy. 

“Moody as ever. I can’t believe I’m asking you to, but would you consider coming in for lunch? I’ll send a car, no walking, but he could really use it. He’s been biting off heads all morning.” Emily laughs down the line. “You’re the only one who can cheer him up.” 

It’s not true, but you are usually the quickest. You bid Emily goodbye with a promise to be there soon and get dressed, with no choice but to wear some maternity pants and a peplum blouse. Any excuse to see your haggard husband is one you’ll take. 

You look at your bump and you love the baby in there, but it feels weird sometimes to see yourself differently. If Aaron weren’t as nice about it as he is, you would’ve broken down by now; he’s sussed many breakdowns before they could begin, kissed fingertips and collars promising you’re just as pretty as always. And it’s reassuring, but it isn’t pretty that worries you. You’re a genuine walking beach ball right now. 

The car Emily promises is none other than Anderson himself. “He’s bullying you?” you ask him. 

He doesn’t say yes or no, but his smile is enough of a clue. You can’t get to the BAU quick enough (though you’re slower these days), pushing open the glass door with a tired sign. 

Spencer comes across you first by coincidence. “Hey!” he says, ushering you in for a hug, his cup of coffee hot behind your shoulder. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be resting.” 

“He’s in a mood,” you say. Not without fondness. 

Spencer grimaces. “Sort of.” 

Emily attacks you from the side. “Thank god you’re here! I think he just told Morgan to go fuck himself,” she says under her breath. 

She’s just saying it to make you laugh, and it works. It’s vaguely out of character, but if you know Emily, you know she has a crass, often dirty-minded side, and it’s been a while since you’ve heard her swear. You’re still giggling when the door you’d been making your way to opens. 

Aaron emerges with an expression half bemusement and half confusion. “Honey?” 

“My love,” you say, too quiet for him to properly hear, but he can read lips just fine. 

He rushes in a very gentlemanly display down the steps to help you up them, but you’d only been going up them to see him, and you stop at the foot of them with your hand raised to his elbow. “Hey, handsome.” 

“What’s wrong?” he asks. 

“Nothing. Just missed you, wanted to have dinner, and I figured you couldn’t say no. You know.” You touch your tummy. “Considering.” 

He peers suspiciously past your head. “Yeah?” 

You look where he’s looking, find Emily and Spencer not so subtly turned away. You laugh again, pleased when the sound makes him smile. “Come on. Take me to your office.” 

He puts a hand behind your shoulders and leads you upstairs to his office. There are papers strewn haphazard across the front of the desk, his briefcase open and muddled, his pen lost within the mess. You’re smug knowing he’d been knee deep in paperwork but abandoned it all when he heard you laughing, like he just couldn’t miss it. 

“Let me sit you down,” he says. 

“Woah, slow your roll. Why are you stressed?” 

He blinks at you. “There’s a lot to do?” 

“Sure, but why are you stressed about me? I can sit down by myself.” 

He must look at you for five whole seconds without saying a word, and the door’s not closed, there’s no answer to your question, and then he takes you into his arms for a hug. “I know you can,” he says. 

It’s admittedly hard to hug him with the bump between you. You worry you’re hurting him as your cheeks press together, crushing his shoulders under your hands. 

He usually asks first, but he knows by now that you’re two halves of the same heart, two sides of the same coin, his hand slipping between you both to nudge aside your shirt and feel your stomach. 

You close your eyes. 

“Rough day?” you ask. 

“A lot to do…” His face moves down into your neck. 

You know what he wants, moving your hand to the back of his head to thread your fingers into his hair. “I can fix it,” you say sympathetically, beginning a gentle scratch of your nails against his scalp. 

“How’s that?” 

“If I go into labour right now, you get a reprieve.” 

“Honey, in the most loving sense possible, you going into labour now would not be ideal.” 

“It’s gonna happen one day, babe. And you’re gonna be just as busy then. You need to take less on or–”

“No, I know.” 

His hand slides still under your shirt to your hip, encouraging you away from him, his eyes flitting up and down your figure, checking you over. You let your hand fall to his shoulder, fingertips interested in the starchy fabric of a new suit. 

“Thank you,” he says quietly, dipping down to give you a kiss. His eyes are dark, so close. “That helped. What can I get you for dinner?” 

You give a fond, pitying smile. You’re not gonna get him out of this office today, that’s for sure. “Half your sandwich, probably.” 

He kisses you again. You take it for a thank you. 

[katyspersonal]

I really feel like such a helpless adult baby sometimes. Some things just take too long while to heal, and even when I think I've got no more pain left, something refuels it. Some wounds feel like putting a fireplace somewhere in innermost part of one's being; as long as it is there, there is a risk of someone throwing fuel in it and making it burn. And these fireplaces are so, SO darn hard to uninstall. Just.. how do I heal this?

[mo-ok]

Tsurugi babying his pitching arm

[peppermintmochafem]

Would you let me play with some of the other pets in here, if they'd also like that? I'm sure you could match me with another puppy and we could playfight, get some of that energy out. You could watch and make sure it doesn't go too far. If you wouldn't encourage that, I mean.

Awww what are a good reminder that you are just entertainment for me to use and enjoy 🥰

[8bit-mau5]

raizol are you only capable of making people afraid? are positive emotions not a thing? can you be precise or envoke a certain level of fear or is it kind of out of hand? also -- how do you use it? is it focus? what does it feel like to you to induce this fear?

"Ahaha yeah, afraid it's all fear and the emotions that normally accompany it, you know. I'm no full-on empath so I can't invoke anything positive. Imagine being plunged into your deepest darkest fears. The dread follows, doesn't it? Sometimes it's hopelessness for others, or anxiety.

I think I would hate what I'm capable of a little less if I could be precise with it. At least then I'd be affecting one person instead of a fucking crowd within a certain area.

For me it feels like.. guilt, or anger, I guess it depends what the context of me using them is. I haven't set them off in sweeps. If I'm not careful though, I can affect myself with them too. Now that fucking sucks."

[shadowsandkingdom]

Damn i knew giratinas were ugly mfs but you take the cake. Which one of you is the one thats missing an eye

...

Thats... thats enough internet, for today.

[eggsnatcheskneecaps]

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[prophet-problems]

for gods sake why do i keep getting asks that aren't showing up?????

[lockandkeyhyena]

why are you "obsessed with your cinders art" if it looks like shit... probably the worst wc art ive ever seen. looks like a fucking circle. get off tumblr and practice your art and come back when youre actually good lmao

come on please put some work into your hate anons man. this is just sad.

[singsweetmelodies]

I do not mean to rush you AT ALL

BUT

IM DYIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGG for the continuation (is that an English word???) of the fake dating au

I’ll have you know that I WILL contact authorities!!! (mostly to contain myself to be honest)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH anon consider this my official love declaration, kskdjdndbdjd, this made me laugh so much 🤣🤣❤️❤️❤️❤️ i genuinely adore you for this omfg. YOU ARE THE SWEETEST and your excitement is making me excited now tooooo <3333

also. before you do call 999 - i actually do have a bit of good news for you re: the next chapter 😘 thanks to my bestie @redyellowstupid's lovingly aggressive intervention ("YOU CANNOT LEAVE THE POOR PEOPLE WAITING UNTIL 2023 FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER KATIE WTF") we will most likely be having the next chapter tonight. the good old "sunday at approx. 11pm UK time" except this time it'll have to be "sunday at approx. 11pm South African time" because that's where i currently am lmao.

anyways yes, the point is: chapter 6 will be out tonight, hopefully. almost certainly in fact. i just need to tidy up the worst of my 2am-typos (and have a quiet lament that i STILL haven't reached the plot point i planned this whole chapter around akhshdgdjsgdhdgdg) but then approx. 7k of competitive idiots piarles will be all yours ❤️

and again for good measure: I LOVE YOU ANON ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😘😘😘

[doctordonovan]

✉

My muse died a long time ago, and while looking through my muse's belongings your muse finds a note with their name written on it. Send "✉" for what it says.

Raymond - 

I'm sure by the time you're back,  everything will be resolved and I'll have long since disposed of something so very superfluous as this letter.  Still, experience seems to lecture against being too positive when it comes to how disasters find their way to us.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you everything that was going on. Please, trust me that it was never about not trusting you or wanting you involved. I've never wanted to tell you something more than I've wanted to these past months - I think I've lost count of the number of times I came so close to saying it, to just blurting it out ( and, as you know, I can count pretty well ). But you already have the weight of the universe on your shoulders and I've never wanted to be a burden on top of that: this is my mess, and as much as I know you wouldn't want me to carry it alone. I can't compare to universes that need saving nor would I ever ask to. 

Still. If you've found this letter, it means things stayed bad enough that I needed to remove myself for much longer than planned, and that means I'll be trying to be much harder to find.

If you need to I'm sure you'll find me  -   you always have before,  have you not?  I've left my hummingbird necklace here as a promise I'll be back as soon as I can be. 

All of my love, Maeve.

[chemos-factories]

btw not sure if it’s obvious but not only are primarch/primarch, astartes/astartes, and primarch/astartes ships allowed here, they are ENCOURAGED. Not required! But encouraged

[squidcourse]

i'm kinda curious as to why people are siding with the mods! like... is there something we're missing? i'm not in the server, so maybe there's a Side that most of us don't know about - but like. from the perspective of what you said, with people roleplaying as an actual person to mock them, that's not okay - so what am i missing here that people think that that IS okay? can someone enlighten everyone nicely?

No clue. Everything about this situation has been unbelievably petty.

[maaaxx]

ok so for real ask game this time (I keep being mean in your inbox and you keep posting them ahhhh haha I love you <3)

& .19

I harass you and am mean to you on discord then im nice to you on tumblr(for everyyyonnee to see how nice of a person i am 😇😇), youre mean on tumblr and (usually) nice on discord so its even ig. (Aside from when your making offensive polls 😔)

Im having a mental breakdown on whether or not theres a 1 but i see if part of the time so im.answering it

1: what song makes you feel better?

End of beginning by djo

Im not on tik tok so i didnt know it was mainstream and was very upset when i found out but i love joe keerys voice sm its a great song and i find it very calming

19: what is the most important thing in your life

Relationships!

Mostly platonic ones, but my relationships with friends (and family, romantic partners, etc but i dont have a lot of those relationships) are usually my main priority and i hold all my friends very dearly to me, and making sure theyre healthy relationships and such.

Idk if i answered this right

[mx-paint]

Deleted the post earlier bc I thought I was being stupid, but after seeing this shit for the fifth time in a half hour, I have to say that I really wish I lived in the supposed universe that the "anti-woke" people claim to live in by saying they can't have freedom of speech anymore because they can't be racist or homophobic or transphobic anymore or else they'll "be cancelled"

[sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog]

john green quit tumblr because of the cock monologue

No, he didn’t.

This all happened a long time ago, and my memory is imperfect, but here’s my memory: The cock monologue certainly hurt my feelings! But when people are trying to force someone out of a virtual space, they sometimes resort to behavior that is similar to bullying except it’s not completely identical to bullying because the person they’re making fun of has a lot of power. (As someone who got bullied a lot in school, the feeling was similar in 2014 but it wasn’t identical--because I was aware of the fact that I was okay, that what was in danger was certain aspects of my identity/self-value that I treasured but not my entire personhood itself.)

Anyway, it hurt my feelings, and still hurts my feelings when I see it shared (it feels to me like a joke about my sexuality, although I understand other people don’t see it that way; but yeah, you don’t know much about my sexuality and I don’t really want you to but it feels like a joke about that to me, which just bums me out). 

But all of that stuff is a side effect of my job and having been successful at it, and I like my job. It is a great job. All jobs have aspects that suck. My job has fewer such aspects than other jobs I’ve had.

So yeah, I did not quit tumblr because of the cock monologue. (I also did not ask tumblr to make reblogs un-editable.) .

I quit tumblr because a few people started to make extremely specific threats. One might, for instance, send me an ask that featured a google streetview screenshot of my home alongside a plan for breaking into it.

I was super scared of these people (or possible person pretending to be a few people?) because they seemed to have a lot of knowledge about me and my family. We lived in a normal middle-class neighborhood in Indianapolis and I felt very exposed and nervous all the time in my real life, and eventually the freaked-out feeling just got too big and that’s why I quit tumblr.

(Edited to add: I am aware that prominent people sometimes use death threats against them to portray themselves as victims and protect themselves against justified criticism for their bigotry or abusive behavior or whatever. I don’t want to do that; it’s important to note that I have a lot of resources and power and so was able to, for instance, move to decrease the threat, which a lot of people can’t do. But I also feel like not talking about the experience honestly has not really helped me or anyone.)

I SHOULD’VE quit tumblr much earlier--I needed to realize that people weren’t comfortable with me in their virtual spaces and that to them I came across as cringey or even creepy, but at the time, I wasn’t nearly self-aware enough to leave for any of those reasons, and plus there was a lot of pressure from movie studios etc to stay on the social Internet so I could continue to promote my books and the stuff around them. So I didn’t quit when I should’ve, and as a result had and caused quite a few negative experiences for people. I’m sorry about the role I had in causing those negative experiences. I should’ve had a better understanding of not just how I experienced myself but also how other people might experience me. That’s something i’ve worked on over the years but still come up short on sometimes.

At any rate, I might delete this later because it makes me feel a bit like all my nerves are exposed to the air but I did just want to clarify that the, like, Tumblr Legend of this whole thing is at minimum a bit over simplified.