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whoisspence · 15 days
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WAIT so what's the fandom name ???? i'm lost
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dronningreid · 3 months
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They are definitely my holy trinity.
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ketsueki-k · 12 days
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Let’s talk about the real role of BAU agents!
The real dad of the BAU, who without showing his emotions, takes care of his family:
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The rebellious big sister with a problem with authority:
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the big brother who has trouble managing his emotions :
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the youngest child who suffers from his family's mistakes and often finds himself defenseless :
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The emotional little sister who looks like a fragile girl:
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the aunt loving everyone a little too much to the point of sometimes forgetting to love herself:
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the cool "dad" who goes against the laws and rules to protect his family:
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Part 2 is coming!
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paperphobe · 5 months
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How do none of the members in the BAU ever like scream or violently jolt whenever they get jump-scared by an unsub? When I think about why I could never do what they do I think about how SCARY it is to go into these quiet dark places and get jump-scared.
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skylarmoon71 · 1 month
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Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds) Chapter 34
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The spot he’s chosen is fairly popular. You both arrive a few minutes outside of the given time, but your seat is ready. You both sit down, and your waiter goes off to get you drinks as you think about what you’d like to have.
“Nice choice.”
Glancing through the menu, there seems to be so much that you’ll enjoy.
“I’ve noticed that you’re very fond of seafood.”
The fact that he pays attention to that isn’t even strange. It’s a bit difficult to turn off his profiler brain.
“I do. My mother was obsessed with that cuisine. I think it rubbed off. Especially-”
“Shrimp.” He finishes. 
You grin.
“Yep. It’s my favorite. It’s even funnier because my dad isn’t as crazy about it. This one time my mom had just eaten shrimp. My dad wanted a kiss. So he had to decide between a smooch or shrimp breath."
 The memory you share makes even Hotch laugh.
“I take it he chose the former. “
“He really did.”
You were a bit worried that this would be awkward, but it’s going very well.
“I know I don’t say it enough, but your contribution to this team is valuable. “
“I’m glad to hear you say that. You all are like family to me. I know I haven’t been here long, but it feels like I’m where I’m supposed to be.”
“I’m happy you feel that way. I know I never made it easy for you. I apologize if my actions made you doubt your place here.”
“Hotch, you never have to apologize for protecting the people you care about. I understand. I’d do anything to make sure the people I love are happy, safe.”
There’s a pain that follows those words, he sees it for a second in your eyes. But you school your features too quickly for him to make any real conclusions.
“I’m glad to be a part of this team.”
You mean it. You wouldn’t trade it, not for anything.
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Three hours later and Hotch is dropping you off at your apartment. Since you’d left your car at Quantico, Hotch has offered to pick you up in the morning.
“Thank you for the dinner sir. I really did enjoy it.”
For Hotch, you know this is a treat to sort of welcome you to the team. There were points when you thought there was interest on his part. He did ask you out. But you convince yourself that this is purely platonic.
Because you aren't sure you can take any more heartache if you’d created it in your head. He has Hailey. Although they are still divorced, there will always be that love. You won’t get in the way of that. Not after all you’d gone through to bring her back to him.
“You’re welcome.”
It’s one of the rare times where he smiles. You’d almost forgotten what they looked like. When the both of you were together, he wore them so often. But this isn’t then. Right now you’re practically strangers. He isn’t yours anymore. You're not entitled to those looks.
Standing at your doorstep is a bit daunting. It just resurfaces those old feelings. The ones you’d train your body months to forget. You can’t accidentally touch him when you think he needs comfort. Or kiss him when you know all he really wants is support.
“Why do you always look at me that way?”
You snap out of your pity party when he speaks. In that moment, you can physically feel your heart drop. You scramble to gain a neutral expression.
“I-I’m sorry I don’t know what you mean sir.”
“I’ve been watching you. Since the moment Strauss recommended you. The way you interact with the team displays ease, as if you’ve known them for months. Your resume was extraordinary, and your work in the field is remarkable. “
“Ummm, thank you. I’m just trying to be an asset to the team sir.” 
Hotch takes a step closer, and you swallow.
“The fact that Strauss was the one who placed you on my team has always made me weary. But when I look at you, when I’m around you every bone in my body tells me to trust you. Yet whenever you look at me, all I see in your eyes is grief..and love..”
You want to scramble away. Make a break for it before he says anymore and you fall apart right there. It’s only when his palm rests on your cheek that your body has regained the ability to move.
“S-Sir we shouldn’t be..doing this..”
“Can I kiss you.”
You feel as though you stop breathing altogether, and you no longer have the ability to stop the tears. Hotch looks shocked at the way your eyes water. He doesn’t even get a chance to ask, because you kiss him.
It’s like Deja vu.
You’re very first kiss, both this time, and the one before.
Hotch is slow to respond, but when he does, he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you as close as your bodies will allow. He can feel the wetness of your tears on his cheeks, but it doesn’t stop him, if anything it encourages him. His hand is pressed to the door for support as he deepens the kiss. You open your mouth and your tongues collide. It’s so raw and wet. You’re begging to taste every bit of him, and Hotch complies wholeheartedly. Your fingers dig into his suit, and you’re both so taken in the kiss that you don’t see the lights flickering above your head.
Hotch is the one who parts. It’s slow, and he pulls in heavy breaths. You’re not much better. Your eyes open simultaneously. When Hotch looks back at you something is different. There’s a recognition in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before.
“(Y/N)...”
His tone is so familiar, but that’s
“Impossible.”
You read right through his thoughts, and when he looks at you, that’s when you know.
“A-Aaron..?”
His smile is weak, like he’s apologizing.
“ I’m sorry that it took so long.”
You sob, and pretty soon you’re crying. Not those controlled tears you always see on television. No, this is messy. You’re full on bawling as you clutch onto him. Because the last six months have been hell for you. Watching the man you love walk around with no memory of you. Potentially losing him. It’s finally caught up.
Hotch just holds you, because he knows right now, that’s all you need. 
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cupidddd-d · 2 years
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there's no one i'd rather fall in love with
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in which neither of you could imagine loving anyone else
ও you and spencer had been friends for as long as you could remember
ও you grew up together, and you knew everything about each other
ও you were by his side when he was ranting about his first crush
ও he was by your side when you got dumped by your first boyfriend
ও and neither of you could imagine a time when you hadn't loved each other
ও you had only started dating during your senior year in high school, when he was scolding you about needing to study more
ও and you didn't even know how it happened, but you ended up dating
ও whenever spencer went away on cases, he would write love letters for you whenever he had something to say
ও and when he came home, he'd show you everything he wrote
ও spencer had always been an early riser, so his awakening would prompt you to get up too
ও and the both of you would curl up together on an armchair and watch the sun rise
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lifewithaview · 2 months
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Jackie Renee Robinson in Mindhunter (2017) S1E5
Holden and Bill return to a perplexing case in Pennsylvania where a set of clues leading in multiple directions leaves no shortage of suspects.
*Wendy Carr: Psychopaths are extremely skilled at imitating human emotions. It's how they manipulate other people, or how they gain power over their environment.
Holden Ford: How do they understand emotions if they don't have them?
Wendy Carr: Well, they have emotions. They just don't believe other people have them. Or, more specifically, they don't believe that other people have interior lives.
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mrsfoyet · 2 months
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Just been to a presentation about profiling and serial killers! Even got a signed book on profiling 😍
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brillianthijinx · 2 years
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I did the thing! If you want to pledge to get these boys made into pins that would be great! If you don’t want to pledge please just share so more people see this! I don’t have any expectations but it would be very cool to see these boys come to life!
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sleepygaymerdisease · 2 months
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seagiri · 14 days
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Im sorry I do this to every fandom im in
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whoisspence · 14 days
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how long have you been in the cm fandom or should i say,
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dentpx · 7 months
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I’m actually kind of amazed how many people do not understand this concept
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melmov · 20 days
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Batboys profiles
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julsera · 1 month
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FLAMING FIRE FLAKES CHALLENGE.
I rewatched the show, it's still so so good ♡
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skylarmoon71 · 11 months
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Aaron Hotchner- Oneshot (Criminal Minds) Extra
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It took about two months for you to be cleared. Technically you were up and running a month ago, but Hotch refused to let you back into the field until he was certain you were alright.
What bothered him wasn’t your quick recovery back into the bureau. But you’d passed every evaluation. Given your record, it wasn’t surprising. You were fully equipped to trick the system if you needed to. So he placed it upon himself to keep an eye out. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary.
Not even this case seems to phase you.
Rossi and Prentiss had given their own little observations as they watched you review the file on the plane.
“She seems alright. If I had to say, she’s more focused. Vigilant.” Rossi comments.
That’s what worried him.
Was your vigilance merely a mask to hide that trauma? You were shot. Then you watched the very man who attacked you get shot down right before your eyes. You must have picked up on his stare, because you looked up. You held his gaze for a few seconds before looking away.
He decided not to dwell on it.
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“We’ll give you whatever you need to catch this scumbag.”
The Texas Police Department was completely on board. Hotch knew in cases like this, sometimes the local officers often got in the way.
“Can you show us what you have?” The detective nodded.
“Right this way.” He led them to the conference room. The sight of the victims taped to the wall. Reid stepped forward, and you were right next to him.
“All brunette.” Reid spoke.
“With the same first and last initials.” You commented. You both exchanged a look, one that the team had grown used to from Reid whenever he made a breakthrough.
“What is it?” Hotch questioned.
“He’s killing in alphabetical and numerical order.” You and Reid said simultaneously.
The detectives present just wore slight looks of confusion. You sent Reid a small smile which he returned.
“We should make a list of women within a ten mile radius with similar initials and birthdates that closely collaborate.” Reid advises.
“He’s too sloppy, he’s been killing in his area, there’s a good chance all these women were connected, or he knew them in some way or another. “ You add.
Hotch wastes no time. Everyone falls out, taking up other tasks while you get busy yourself. Reid is formulating a geographical profile, and you step into the office, to grab a stack of files to make some kind of connection. Hotch is in the room on the phone, possibly talking to Garcia from his facial expression.
“Thanks Garcia.”
You were right. Eyes directed on the papers, Hotch slips his phone into his pocket as he stands there, watching you. It goes unnoticed at first, but then you pick up on it, and you look over.
“Ummm, sir?”
“How are you?”
You’re not even surprised by the question.
“I was cleared for duty.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
You close your eyes, letting out a breath.
“I’m fine.”
You try to give nothing away. But Hotch has been doing this long enough. Of course he can spot it. It’s clear that you’re not ready to talk.
For the next couple days, you all do your best to catch the unsub. When it was time to make an arrest, Hotch didn’t miss the hesitance you showed to follow them.
“(Y/N). Hang back.”
Everyone noticed the manner you looked at him. It was as if the both of you were having some kind of silent conversation. You didn’t argue. Just followed his order. The rest of the team along with a few officers and the lead detectives were heading out.
You had a feeling you knew how this would play out. This man is taking revenge. So trying to reason would be difficult. But if anyone could do it, your team would. That’s why when the man is finally apprehended and you see them on the news, You’re not surprised. The officers were exchanging relieved looks as a few walked over to shake your hand for a job well done. Your gaze drifted back to the television screen. For the first time since you started the case, you felt relaxed.
When you were all on the jet, taking off to Quantico, everyone was invested in their own little tasks. Reid was reading a book. Morgan listened to his tracks. JJ was snacking on her cheetos and Prentiss seemed to be in an intense game of chess with Rossi. You barely said a word. Since you were all set to get back just in time for dinner, Rossi invited everyone to his house for a nice meal. It was well deserved after that stressful case.
The moment the jet landed, everyone was eager for dinner. So after picking up Garcia, everyone made a trip to Rossi’s. Easy conversation slipped through. Stories of past flops in their lives and the office. You smiled at some of Garcia’s jokes and Morgan’s tall tales. It’s a very calm atmosphere. When the festivities begin to die down, you try to find a secluded place to gather your thoughts.
Hotch caught you admiring Rossi’s very spacious backyard. You were still adjusting to the team.
“I’m not special.”
While you got along well with everyone. There was a part of you that thought you had no right to be there.
“All of you worked hard to get where you are. I got shot in the head and came back with super powers. “ You let out a dry laugh.
“If I can even call it that. These headaches are hell in itself. But hey, at least I’m alive right.”
“Not every case will have a happy ending.”
“Don’t patronize me, I’m not some child. You think I’m that naive.” Your tone is bitter. Hotch has learned that you tend to become hostile when you feel helpless.
“For five months I played dumb teasers and word puzzles when I could have been protecting people. Saving people. “
“You can’t expect to save everyone.”
“WHY CAN’T I!!”
Your yell was expected. You caught yourself, looking down at your shoes. You had not intended to lose your temper, especially in front of him, but the pain in your chest wouldn’t leave.
“Survivors' guilt.”
That’s all he said, and you wiped the side of your cheek when the stray tear fell. Because it feels a bit unfair. You’ve managed to evade death not once, but twice.
“You survived that shooting, but two others died. A man and a woman with less fatal injuries. You blame yourself.”
“It’s my fault. They probably had ten doctors in my room. What about those two! Why didn’t they help them first? I was a lost cause!!”
“You weren’t.”
You let out a scoff, because you know he’s about to spout some fortune cookie nonsense. But he doesn’t. Hotch takes a step closer, and you hold your breath at the way his eyes bore into you.
“You’re important.” His tone is much softer.
This is more than just simple reassurance. When his thumb wipes your tear stained cheek, it’s one of the few times since your accident that your brain isn’t going a mile a minute. It’s all so quiet now.
“You’re special.”
Your lips quiver at his words.
This is not what you expected at all.
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