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DEREK MORGAN & SPENCER REID | CRIMINAL MINDS 2.11 ‘SEX, BIRTH, DEATH”

#derek morgan #spencer reid #criminal minds #pulling this one out of the archives #never fails to make me laugh

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masterwords · 17 hours ago

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stop rping with ghatgpt. you should be rping with a bisexual internet woman u have a relationship that constantly straddles the line between platonic and sexual with. tyou're ruining the ecosystem

#this is literally how i got into fandom #it is the way #and we are still on our bullshit over two decades later

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masterwords · 1 day ago

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hands.

#aaron hotchner #yeah i don't know these didn't fit into any sets i've done #but his hands are driving me batshit crazy in them #so i guess they made a set of their own #early seasons wedding ring hands i don't know

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masterwords · 2 days ago

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sneak peek!

I haven't had any time to write lately and even if I had, my brain isn't really functioning at the moment for anything outside of planning our homeschool year and chickens and football. BUT...I do have something in the works! Want a sneak peek? It's going to use a story I removed from AO3 ages ago for reasons, but spun in a new way. I'm hoping to be able to make real words happen soon so I can get this finished and posted for you, but here...have a snippet. It's late and I'm feeling generous. Any guesses about the story? (Also - for those who sent in requests, I am still going to get those done too! Most of them have been started at the very least. I just...ran out of words. Not exactly writer's block just a pause. I dunno. I'll be back.)

This is a rough ROUGH draft. I always start in present tense when I outline, it probably won't stay that way. We'll see.

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"You're joking, right?" Hotch's voice is thin in the wee hours of the morning. He's too blind to see what time it actually is, his alarm clock just sits there and mocks him with its neon green blurs where numbers should be. It doesn't matter anyway, he knows it's the middle of the night, he doesn't need specifics. "I wish, man," Morgan replies. Where Hotch's voice is thin and sleep-weary, Morgan's is tense and troubled. Hotch can hear the pain in it. "My guts are killing me." Hotch yawns. He doesn't mean to and he feels bad the minute he does. "Appendicitis though?" He really can't believe it. The call feels like a dream, one he hopes he wakes up from soon. "It's about to burst. They're going to prep me for surgery in a minute, but I told 'em I had to call you first." "Great timing," Hotch mutters in disbelief. "Yeah, you're telling me. I'm sorry Hotch, I know I was supposed to go to the briefing with MPD later today and I'm letting you guys down…" "It's okay. I'll figure it out. We'll get the job done." "I'm really sorry…" Morgan repeats, and in that moment Hotch snaps awake. Wide awake. It dawns on him where Morgan is, what's about to happen, and how serious this situation really is. With the job, and with his friend. His insides twist and he sits up, rubbing at his bleary eyes. "It's not a problem, Derek, really. We'll manage. Don't worry about us. Can I do anything for you?" "If you could buy me a few days with the Director, they can get this shit outta me and I'll rally…" "Anything but that," Hotch says with another helpless yawn as he wiggles his toes in the carpet and wills his brain into action. He won't get back to sleep tonight, he has too much to do now. "I'll send a courier in the morning with whatever you need. Anything at all. Let me know." "Thanks man," Morgan says with the kind of loopy smile that Hotch can almost see through the phone. "You're the best. I don't tell you that enough. You're really the best." "That's the drugs talking," Hotch replies with a small smile. "Take care, Derek. Feel better."

#hotchgan

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masterwords · 2 days ago

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