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My friend said this about AO3 and it’s honestly so true

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2x12 - Profiler, Profiled

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Aaron Hotchner in every episode:

01x05 Broken Mirror

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2x12 - Profiler, Profiled

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2x12 - Profiler, Profiled

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"Jason I think I know what he was afraid we'd find." | 2x12 - Profiler, Profiled

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"excuse me, miss?" derek morgan says to the waitress in 'no way out'. not ma'am, which most people would choose...miss. momma fran taught him right.

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Okay, so in the semi-canonical breakup arc that I will never write, I have decided that Aaron and Derek get married shortly before s6e13 ("The Thirteenth Step").

(Not state married, not married for anyone else but them, but married all the same, rings and tears clogging their throats and vows - Derek promises not to run, and Aaron promises to treat Derek as his partner - and Derek wonders, months later, after Emily lives and their marriage dies … he wonders if it matters that Aaron ran first.)

Why this episode? Partly because they spend a fair bit of time standing next to each other, and Aaron, proclaimed expert in hostage negotiations, just shrugs and passes the phone along to Derek when the unsub asks. But also because they walk into a crime scene (together, also unusual) and Derek says "Who leaves rice at a gas station?" and somehow they jointly arrive at the conclusion that it must be newlywed serial killers instead of considering strange rituals or removing moisture from things or pretty much anything else.

How do they arrive at this conclusion?

No one threw rice at their wedding, of course, since they could hardly call it a wedding, more of a family gathering marked by a distinct absence of Hotchners (Sean sent a text a day later apologizing for being busy, and Aaron's mother--when Derek finally drove out there on a day off, since she wasn't answering her son's calls--served him a perfect glass of iced tea and informed him that he was such a sweet young man for coming all the way out there, but she couldn't possibly make it, there was simply too much to do for the church picnic, and of course Bernice would need the help) and some very loud Morgans on Skype. (Sarah set up the call. Fran kept putting her face too close to the camera to try to see more of the house. Desiree didn't throw anything, but she did blow a kazoo right next to the computer microphone and create a painful feedback loop.)

No one threw rice, but Fran had bought confetti that sparkled like golden static on the screen, and Jess encouraged Jack to throw anything he could find at them in a frenzy that Derek later referred to as the "wedding gauntlet" and Aaron claimed not to remember after taking a couch cushion to the head.

"So they're on their honeymoon?" Emily says, and Derek and Aaron stand beside each other and don't blink, because there are all sorts of ways to spend a honeymoon.

("Did you want rice?" Aaron asks on the drive back to the hotel, and Derek offers to smother him with a couch cushion, reaches into his wallet and feels for the still-startling shape of his wedding ring, keeps his hand in his pocket and his ring between two fingers the rest of the drive, glances at Aaron and sees the promise of forever in his eyes.)

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working on requests tonight and i hope no one minds but two of you sent in requests that go so well together that i'm combining them. i think everyone will be happy. derek & jack time! 🥰

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

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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

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hands.

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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."

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2x07 - North Mammon

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2x07 - North Mammon

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...i'm just going to leave this right...here

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2x07 - North Mammon