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astrophileous · 6 months

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What about bau!reader who gets shot on a case and Morgan gets angry? like really angry. i leave the rest up to you but i’m kicking my feet and giggling to the thought of morgan getting all angry and mad🤭

if any of you saw this post I made abt agent anderson, it was about this blurb lmao. ty for the request sweetie! I hope this is to your liking 💞

Warning(s): gn!reader, injured reader, talks of gunshot, derek is angry 😠, profanities

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Heavy footsteps thundered along the white stark hallway. People scampered like hunted rabbits when they saw him, but Derek didn't care. Nothing else mattered to him right at that moment except for reaching the destination in his mind.

Emily Prentiss was the first person Derek saw in the pristine waiting room. The black-haired woman stood to her feet the second her eyes landed on him. Emily had never seen such fury in the man's eyes. She didn't think she would even recognize him in this state if it weren't for the familiar face drilling holes straight through her skull.

"Anything?" Derek bellowed, his voice echoing against every available surface in the room.

Emily shook her head.

"How bad is it? Tell me."

"I don't know," the brunette lamented. "They already ushered (Y/N) inside when I arrived. I don't know anything."

"Well, somebody has to fucking know something." Derek started to pace, his posture domineering in the middle of the room. "Where is—"

Before he could formulate the name in his mind, the person in question appeared from the hallway with Spencer hot on his heels. Agent Anderson faltered in his tracks when he spotted Derek in the waiting room, his countenance getting paler as the latter stalked towards him.

"You," Derek seethed. "You tell me what the fuck happened out there, right now."

Anderson couldn't even look at Derek's face without trembling. Spencer stepped in between the two, trying to push Derek away by his shoulder but the older man wouldn't even budge.

"Morgan, this is not the time nor the place," Spencer warned.

"I'm not doing anything. I'm just asking a question," Derek sneered. "Am I right, Anderson? We're just having a conversation, right?"

"R-Right."

"Good. Now tell me what fucking happened."

The atmosphere thickened in the room. Anderson's eyes darted everywhere as if looking for a reprieve. It was a futile attempt, really. There was nowhere that the man could run where Derek couldn't follow.

"It was supposed to be routine questioning. We didn't—we didn't know that the guy had a warrant against him. I only heard the gunshot before I found (Y/L/N) in the backyard."

"Where were you? Why weren't you two together?"

"We... we, uh, we split up."

"You what?"

"(Y/L/N) said—" Anderson stopped himself when Derek proceeded to glower, forcing the younger agent to backtrack and choose his words more carefully, "—like I said, we didn't think the guy was any threat when we arrived. He shot (Y/L/N) and ran while I was calling for help."

The muscles on Derek's face twitched. "So, not only did you put (Y/N)'s life on the line, but you also let the shooter go free?"

"What? I didn't—we weren't—the injury isn't even that fatal!"

Anderson regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth. Spencer physically winced after hearing the sentence, and from across the room, Emily was frowning, shaking her head in disapproval as if she was reprimanding her young child.

"I see. It's not even that fatal, is it?"

"T-That's not what I—" gulping down, Anderson tried to scour for his voice, "—I just meant that the, um, the bullet? It didn't even go through. It only grazed (Y/L/N)'s side."

Spencer let out a tired sigh from between them.

"Yeah? You're lucky it didn't go through, Anderson." Derek stepped forward, his index finger blunt but piercing as it fell on Anderson's chest. "Because if the bullet did go through, I would've made sure that you'd fucking pay—"

"Excuse me? Anyone here for (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?"

Derek's threats were cut short by the doctor's appearance in the room. Anderson breathed out his relief as Derek approached the physician.

"I'm the fiancé, Doctor," Derek informed. "Can you tell us anything?"

"Well, I've cleaned and patched up the wound. The bullet only grazed the side so there aren't any shrapnels in it. Just needed a few stitches, really. It could've been worse," the doctor disclosed.

Derek nodded along during her entire explanation. "Can, uh, can I...?"

"Oh! Yes, of course. Just head down this hall. It's the second room to the right."

Derek barely managed to rush out a quick thank you before sprinting down the hallway shown by the doctor. He knocked on the second room to the right, hearing you yell a come in! before he went to open the door.

"Hey, you," Derek said once he was inside the threshold.

You were sitting on a stretcher, your shirt buttoned only at the top as your fingers deftly did the rest. Derek caught a glimpse of the bandage on your side and his heart was in a peril of jumping straight out of his chest. The harrowing feeling was eventually chased away by the sight of your blinding smile.

"Hi, handsome," you greeted.

Your voice was still the same exultant lull that he knew and loved all too well. In fact, if he didn't know any better, there was no visible indication to reveal the horrific encounter that you just went through a couple of hours prior. You looked the same. Normal. Derek allowed the relief to flood as this knowledge dawned on him.

"Why do you look like you just suffered through a massive heart attack?" you asked, bemused as you reached out a palm to his direction.

"Because it feels like I did just have a massive heart attack." Derek accepted your palm and kissed the knuckles before securing your joint hands inside the pocket of his jacket. "You scared the living shit out of me, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry, love. We were blindsided. Didn't mean to worry you."

"You're okay, though?"

"Uh-huh. Just a little sore. And it kinda hurts when I do this." You extended your arm, flinching when a surge of pain instantly ran down your side.

"Stop it. Don't do that. Why would you do that if it hurts?"

"To demonstrate," you replied nonchalantly. "By the way, you shouldn't have been so harsh on Anderson."

"What? How did you know?"

"I didn't. But I know how you are, and your answer just confirmed everything to me." Derek didn't know whether to feel deceived or impressed by what you just said. "You should ease up on him. It's not his fault, you know?"

"I don't know, sweetheart. When two people are paired together and one of them ends up in the hospital with a gunshot wound, I think it's fair to blame the other half of the pair for it, don't you think?"

"But it's the shooter's fault, Derek, not Anderson."

"The shooter may have pulled the trigger, but Anderson didn't have your back." Derek used his free hand to brush a knuckle against your cheekbone. "You wouldn't be here right now if he did."

You huffed an aggravated breath, detangling your fingers from his own in a rebellious act of frustration. "If the situation were flipped, and it was Anderson who lay here instead of me, you would've gone well out of your way to convince me that what happened to him wasn't my fault."

"If the situation were flipped, Anderson wouldn't even be lying on this hospital bed in the first place."

"You don't know that!"

"Maybe. But you don't know what could've happened, either." Derek's hand slipped along your elbow, tugging it gently as he shuffled closer to you. "C'mon, baby. We need to get you home."

"No." You shook his hand away from your arm, getting off the bed as Derek blanched in surprise. "I can do it myself."

Derek watched dumbfoundedly as you staggered towards the table where your jacket, gun, and credentials were stowed. He kept an eagle eye on you as you tried putting on the jacket by yourself, cringing internally when he heard the wretched hiss escaping your lips.

"Okay, baby, stop. That's enough. (Y/N)." Derek snatched the jacket off your back, rearranging its position before helping you slide each arm into the sleeves. "Just let me help you, dammit. Why are you so stubborn?"

"I don't need help from someone who berates other people for fun," you grumbled.

"That's what you think? That I'm doing it because it's fun?"

You paid Derek no regard as you teetered towards the lone chair in the room, sitting yourself down slowly before bending to fix your shoes that had become untied. It turned out to be an arduous feat to do with your injury, and for the next minute, you found yourself shifting into various positions to find one that wouldn't feel like a dozen knives being plunged straight through your flesh.

Across the room, Derek stared at every one of your movements in agony.

"C'mon, baby. Let me do that for you."

"No."

"You're literally in pain as we speak."

"I can take it."

"Why the hell are you doing this?"

"You know why."

Derek sighed.

"Fine," he relented. "I'll apologize to Anderson. Happy now?"

You stopped fiddling with the end of your shoelaces. Your entire face lit up like a kid in a candy store when you found his eyes from the distance. "Really?"

"Yes, really." Derek strode forward, kneeling in front of you so he could help you tie your shoelaces. "Just let me help you when you need me to, okay?"

"Okay!" you exclaimed, leaning down to leave a kiss on Derek's forehead.

Your fiancé had to contain his smile from your adorable but unexpected gesture. "You're lucky I love you, sweetheart."

Even as he said it, Derek knew that deep down, he was actually the lucky one.

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havenchy · 1 year

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D. Morgan Fic Rec

since I noticed the (sadly) lack of fics for my lovely derek, I wanna send my appreciation for these authors 🫶 also send some fic rec if u have some <3

🤎 - fav

brave | 🤎 | by @velvetcloxds

@ddejavvu

friends to lovers w/ derek morgan

"quit your bitching and kiss me pretty ma."

derek falling for hotch's daughter

derek x shy!reader soulmate | 🤎 |

loosing virginity to derek morgan

@cafeacademia

sleepy cuddles with derek | 🤎 |

downpour

placing bets | 🤎 |

morgan comforting reader by @luveline

princess treatment | 🤎 | by @beautifulbibliophiles-blog

unsteady by @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused

@theoreticslut

"do you feel the same?"

confessions upon your skin | 🤎 |

@lilys174

"wait you're being serious?"

"that's my real mom"

"there's blood"

@specialagentlokitty

the first time | 🤎 |

home again

@wildflowerluver

beautiful sound

valentine's day flowers

baby girl by @bl00dwyrm

stay, stay, stay by @blushingbucky

anticipation by @supermarvel-fics

enjoying moments by @ssa-atlas-alvez

disaster strikes | 🤎 | by @inej-ruination-ghafa

"go to sleep baby" by @randomfanficsig

mercy by @supercriminalbean

you're not penelope by @dr-spencer-reids-queen

i know | 🤎 | by @shmaptainwrites

one bed trope by @sublimecatgalaxy

@ofwilliamandwalter

falling into fate

back to you

it's always been you

(s)mother

finally by @the-bau-quinjet

dating derek morgans hcs by @disasterfandoms

@captainhotch

causing confusion

turtleneck

close call

scare them away | 🤎 |

@mollysolo

love you from here

intertwined

the pain of the past by @hotch-stufff

begin again | 🤎 | by @imaginesfordifferentfandoms

derek morgan x non bau! reader by @fairyellieee

@make-me-imagine

“You've been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what's up"

'being followed' + "did you hear that?"

kidnapped by @frost-queen

derek morgan w/ shy short s/o by @too-busy-reiding

stabbed by @snax-writes

i'm fine by @fanficwritinggirl

@storiesofsvu

spring carnival | 🤎 |

start of something new

shy by @lovesclinic

#— havenchy fic rec #🤎 derek morgan #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan #criminal minds #derek morgan fluff #derek morgan angst

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inej-ruination-ghafa · 10 months

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I'LL ALWAYS FIND YOU - D.M

Warnings: kidnapping, blood, mentions of murder, addiction mention, mentions of sexual assault (no sexual assault against reader), criminal minds related language and unsubs.

Summary: Derek loved you more than anything so when you get kidnapped and he saves you, he doesn't know how to look after you. (Occurs between end of season 6)

Wordcount: 4.9k

You let out a sob. It was loud and it was broken and it came from deep within your chest.

The room was cold and the zip ties on your wrists were scratchy, digging into your wrists and cutting at the skin there whenever you would move. Every time you would try and fight, try to move your arms and find a way out, they just dig deeper.

Your shirt was ripped from where he had grabbed you but otherwise, you were left in your normal clothes. There was a wound on your head, an occasional sharp pain passing through your temple. The blood had a dried against your cheek and you were sure you looked like a mess. Bloody and tear stained.

You knew all about this unsub, had profiled him for the last week here in the blistering summer. You had profiled him as a masochist but there were barely enough bodies to be able to figure out anything.

He was stealing women from their cars, grabbing them from secluded areas and knocking them out with a harsh blow to the head. They would be there for about a week before they were killed and you had been there for just under a day now. He would also send daily photos of the women to the local police, almost taunting them.

You had been grabbing something from the car outside of the police station in the early hours of the mornings. None of you thought that he would grab someone from outside of a police station but here you were, the victim to his destabilisation. You wished you would have taken up Dereks offer for him to walk with you but you had been too stubborn.

Thinkin about Derek made your heart hurt. The two of you had been dating for around a year now and you knew he was it for you, the man that you were going to spend the rest of your life with. There was no doubt about that.

You had to keep thinking about the team. They were going to come find you, they were going to come and find you. You kept repeating it like a mantra, hoping that this sick bastard had made some mistake by grabbing you from a police station. He must have.

The sound of footsteps started to get closer and your heart pounded. If he was beginning to escalate with kidnapping a federal agent, who knew what he was going to do now.

Every bad thing that you had seen before on this job flashed before your eyes, dead girls living in streams, bloody knives, ropes. You tried to calm yourself down but you couldnt stop wondering about what could happen to you.

You let out a shaky sigh of relief as you heard the footsteps fading into the distance. You took a deep breath, blinking away the tears as you decided that you had to stop feeling sorry for yourself and instead find a way out of here.

Looking around, you noted that the room was concrete, no windows and just a single door on the other side of the room; maybe you were underground. Behind you was the metal grate that your arms were zip tied to and the floor was cold beneath your feet, a complete contrast to the blazing Louisiana summer that you had been investigating.

All your years of training were coming handy and you had to try and deduce your way out. But your heart was pounding and your head hurt from when he had hit you over the head a during your kidnapping. You were tired and hungry and not ready to die yet.

You closed your eyes, the feeling of fatigue starting to build up inside of you. You tried not to, but you let it take you away, just for a little bit.

Derek sat in the police office, head in his hands as he tried to figure it out. He needed to find you before something happened. You were the only person he had ever loved before, the only woman he would ever love.

Spencer looked at his friend sitting there at the table by himself, eyes trained on the board of the other dead women. He could tell that Derek was picturing you up there, body cut and beaten as it was dumped in an alleyway.

His stomach sank as he walked over, sitting down next to his friend.

“You need to sleep,” it had been 30 hours now and he hadnt slept since you went missing. Spencer knew he would be no use to you or the team if he was sleep deprived.

Derek turned to him, eyes red from crying earlier (even though he would never admit it to the team). There was worry written all over his face, knowing there was a chance he would never see her again.

He shook his head, “I cant sleep,”

“You have to,” Spencer said with a sigh.

Derek stood up, slamming his hand on the table with anger, “I cant,” he stated, bitterness rolling off of his tongue, “My girl is out there. He’s doing God knows what to her and I have to sit here and-” he let out a shaky breath, “-and she could be dead,”

Spencer stood up, “We profiled him. He wont kill her yet,”

“Yet,”

There was a silence in the room as Derek walked over to the board. The picture of you that he kept in his pocket in every mission was pinned up there on the board, your bright smile contrasting the photos of the other missing and dead women.

He took a deep breath, feeling guilty that he had taken his anger out on Spencer. He turned to him, running his hand over his face, “Yet,” he repeated, his voice softer this time.

“We will find her,” Spencer promised as he walked over, placing his hand on his friends shoulder.

He had seen how perfect the two of you were. You were friends for years and then one day, you announced to everyone that you were dating but they werent shocked. Your affection towards one another was obvious and everyone was waiting for the two of you to end up together.

He nodded, biting on his lip as he thought. His brows were furrowed, eyes glued to the picture of you on the board. He wasnt going to let anything happen to you, not now, not ever.

You were both going to make it out of this alive. He was ging to marry you, he was going to spend the rest of his life with you, have children with you if you wanted to do that, live in one of those houses in the suburbs. He would do anything that would make you happy.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled Derek out of his thoughts and he hadnt even noticed that a tear had slipped past his waterline until he felt it running down his cheek. He brushed it away, shaking his head as he composed himself.

He turned around, looking to see Hotch and the other standing at the entrance, “Everyone sit down please,”

They all complied, Derek unable to sit still as he waited to see what evidence Hotch had. Maybe they had a lead, maybe they had something that could help find you.

He pulled something out of his pocket and Dereks heart sank down in hs chest as he realised it was a picture. He had forgotten that this unsub would take photos of the women every day and drop them off at the local police stations.

Hotch couldnt even look at Derek as he slipped the picture onto the circular table that they were all sitting around.

The man instantly snatched the photo away before anyone else could look. None of them had ever heard the choked sob that Derek let out before as hee saw the picture of you.

You were standing there, tied up to some metal grate behind you. He couldn’t see your wrist but he assumed from the drops of blood on the floor that they were bleeding. He felt sick as he looked at the rip in your jacket, a large bruise starting to blossom on your shoulder.

It took him too long to reach your face. He brushed a thumb across the picture, brushing across your face. You had tear stains marking your cheeks and dried blood that came from a wound on your forehead. You looked like a mess and he felt physically ill at the sight - he couldn’t believe that someone was actually doing this to you, hurting you like this.

He slid the picture back down, lip quivering slightly as he did so. Emily and JJ shared a look, they had never seen the man so distraught. They had seen him when he confronted his assaulter and a few months ago had seen him lie to his aunt about his missing cousin. He had never seemed so upset before, so broken inside.

They all looked at it, taking turns to pass it around. The team were all friends and you were an integral part of it, none of them enjoyed seeing you like that.

Even in the pictures, they could still see the fierce look in your face. You werent going to go down without a fight and that was the best thing to think of.

Derek couldnt bring himself to look back down at the photo. He didnt want to look at you like that, he didnt want to imagine what the man had done to you. There was a sickening feeling in his gut as he thought about it and he couldnt bare to anymore.

But as the tears and the self-pity subsided, the anger started to build up. He didnt feel the burning sting in the back of his eyes anymore and instead, there was a building anger within his stomach.

He shook his head, shaking his head. They all saw his face change expression, the downturned and teary look on his face turning to one of anger, brows furrowed and fist clenched as it rested on the table.

“Is this what you called us in for? To show me a picture of my girl being tortured?” The whole team could hear the anger in his voice as he spat the words out.

Hotch understood what it was like to lose someone. He had lost the woman that he had loved and he would never want that to happen to anyone else. He didnt want to see that happen to anyone, especially not to someone he respected as much as Derek Morgan.

Derek's anger didn’t bother him and Hotch just continued to explain it, “No, Garcia might have a lead,” he explained.

Spencer perked up at the suggestion, “What?” He asked, sounding almost as desperate as the others.

You were friends with all of them, having gone on constant missions with them. They had never imagined anything bad to happen to you.

Hotch nodded, “She traced the journey of the man who dropped this off. He had met with some other man earlier today and this is him. Winston Binford, a thirty year old-“ he started to explain but Derek shook his head, standing up and slamming his hand onto the table.

“I don’t care, lets go find this sick son of a bitch,” he spat out.

There was this anger inside of him that he had not felt in a very long time. There was a desperation in his words and they could all see how much you meant to him and how much he needed to get you back.

He had lost so many people in his life, so many people that he had cared about. He would do anything to save his father back when he was a kid and now, he was going to do anything to save you. He would kill anyone that he needed to, he would do anything

Hotch understood his anger, he would be angry too if it was someone he loved and so he didnt reprimand him, “Calm down,” Derek took a deep breath, nodding his head, “We cant go rushing into this. We need to get a warrant and then we will go,”

“What if he kills her?” He asked, voice cracking.

Rossi stood up, looking at his friend, “He wont kill her,” he laid a hand on his shoulder as he promised him that, promised that nothing would harm her.

You were hungry and you were thirsty and you were tired. Everything hurt and ached and you didnt know how much longer you were going to be able to survive in the room, how much longer you would last.

It felt like there was this ticking time bomb in the room and you just had to hope that either your friends would come and save you or that he would kill you fast enough that it wouldn’t hurt too bad.

For your entire life, you had never had this fear of dying. You didnt want to leave your friends and family but it didnt scare you. However, right now, as you were staring death in the face, just waiting for the moment that the man came and cut the string, you were scared. You didnt want to leave Derek, not now that you two had moved in together and were in love. You didnt want to leave your family or the team who had become a second family to you.

The sound of footsteps started to get closer and in your sleep deprived state, you didnt hear that it sounded like there was more than one person.

Your eyes were trained on the doors, waiting for the moment that your captor decided to finally kill you and you were shocked to see the man who opened the door.

It was Derek Morgan, the love of your life, standing at the door, one hand still on the handle. He seemed in shock that he had finally found you.

Behind him were Emily and Rossi and the two of them looked at one another after taking in your appearance. They seemed horrified at the treatment that you had endured and you could hear Hotchs voice yelling out as he searched for the man that had done this for you.

The first thing Derek did was rush over to you. He instantly dropped to his knees in front of you, watching as you started to cry at the sight of him, chest heaving up and down in sobs. He wanted to kiss you all over, kiss away all the injuries that this man had caused but he had time to do that. Right now he needed to get you out of here.

“Let me get these ties off of you baby, okay,” his hands reached around her body, a knife that you hadnt even noticed before in his hands as he cut the zip ties away, “You’re okay,” his voice was comforting, the familiar lull of it bringing you back to reality.

As soon as they were off, you fell into his arms. He barely had any time to worry about your bloody wrists from where the zip ties had been cutting into your skin and instead focused on the fact that you were here.

He had never seen you cry a lot but today, you just collapsed into his arms, arms wrapped around his neck, hand grasping onto the back of his shirt. You sobbed into his chest, trying to grab at anything to make sure that he was real. You wanted to make sure that he wasnt just a figment of your imagination.

Dereks lip quivered, tears burning in the back of your eyes as he tried to comfort you instead of falling apart himself. One hand reached up and he brushed a hand over the top of your head, trying to calm you down.

“You’re safe baby, you’re safe,” he promised. He repeated the words over and over again, making sure that you understood that nobody was going to hurt you ever again.

As he held you close, feeling the warmth of your body against his, he let a single tear slip out. He had realised that if you would have died then he wouldn’t know how to go on with his life. He loved you more than anything else in the world and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, letting you calm down and just relish in the fact that you had one another, that you were finally safe.

Derek pulled back, looking at you. He brushed the dried blood from your cheek and then let his hand rest there. For a second, he just allowed himself to understand that you were here in his arms and that you were safe.

“Come on, let’s go get you to a medic doll, you’ll be okay,” he brushed his finger over your cheekbone and you nodded, breaths still shaky.

When he realised how cold you were, presumably from the environment that you had been held captive in, he pulled off the jacket that he had been wearing and draped it across your shoulders. You pulled it close, leaning your head down and taking a deep breath of your boyfriends scent.

It was comforting, something that reminded you of the apartment that the two of you had just moved into together, that reminded you of everything that you had waiting for you at home.

For the first time, you opened your mouth, “I wanna go home,” your voice was croaky and hoarse, probably because of the lack of food and water you’d had.

He nodded, his heart hurting for you as he realised the conditions that you had been in and the effects that it had in you, “Ill take you home baby, we just have to get you checked up,” he explained.

You nodded in response and he helped you up, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, he wasnt going to let go of you now, not ever. His touch comforted you, allowing you to stay grounded and not worry about your captor.

You walked out of the building, eyes squinting at the morning light. You couldn’t believe that you had been there for a day and a half now but it was behind you now.

The two of you stopped at the front of the ambulance and he turned so that he was looking at you. He placed two fingers under your chin, tilting your head up so that he was looking at you. When your eyes met, he could see the fear in your eyes and he wanted to get rid of all of that and make it all go away.

“Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?” His voice cracked as he asked the hardest questions, “You can tell me baby,”

You shook your head and he nodded, believing you. He sat you down on the edge of the ambulance before calling a medic over to come look at you. He held you hand throughout the whole thing, making sure that you felt safe and looked after.

A few hours later, Hotch had the man in custody and he was never going to see the light of day again. You thought that would help you rest as you sat on the plane, trying to close your eyes and fall asleep but it didnt help. Instead, every time you closed your eyes, you were back there, screaming for anyone to help you. In your entire life, you had never felt so weak, so useless.

Everyone was asleep, the low hum of the plane engine being the only noise in the room - well apart from Rossi’s sporadic snoring. You could mute the noise out, the click of Spencer's pen as he tried to jot down some notes from today to give to Hotch to make his job easier and you didn't even hear the steady beating of Derek's feet as he walked back from the bathroom.

You had zoned compiler out and they understood that. All of them had their own share of near death experiences, of moments that someone could have pulled the trigger at them.

None of them had been held captive before, just you and Spencer. He had gone through worse, being killed and resuscitated which lead to an addiction that he barely managed to escape from.

You wondered if you would struggle as much as Spencer did after his kidnapping. There was a guilt in your chest as you compared them. He actually died and you were just held hostage, nothing really bad happened to you. So why did you feel so awful? So ashamed?

Derek sat in the seat across from you and you barely registered him being there. You were off in your own world, feeling ashamed as you sank into the feeling of self-pity at what had happened.

You flinched at the light touch on your knee and Derek pulled his hand back, an almos guilty look on his face. He didnt know how to care for you now, how to make sure you are okay when nothing else is.

There was a guilt bearing down on your chest as you looked at the hurt flash across his face. You didnt want to pull away but after what had happened earlier, you didnt know how to articulate what you meant.

It was silent after that, neither of you knowing what to say to make the other feel better.

When the plane landed, everyone started to grab their stuff, walking off the plane. You just stood there, staring at your bag, thinking about going home as a slightly different person.

JJ looked at Derek, giving him a look that asked if you were okay. He shook his head, walking over to her, “Give us a minute?” She nodded, giving him a reassuring smile before she walked out of the plane to go tell the rest of the team that they would have to wait.

He took a deep breath as he walked over to you, tapping you gently on the shoulder,r trying not to scare you too much. He didnt fail to notice the way that you jumped slightly at the feeling of his touch but still turned around, looking up at him.

“You wanna talk doll?” He asked, voice soft.

You took a shaky breath, looking away from him for a second. He knew your tells, and that was one of them - you were nervous.

He took your hand and you looked up at him. He brushed his thumb over your knuckles, “Are you okay?” He knew it was a stupid question but it needed to be asked. He knew that you weren’t okay but he needed to know the extent to your pain and how he could help you.

Nobody had asked you the question yet, clearly not wanting to see your reaction - and knowing that it was normally a stupid question to ask someone who had gone through trauma. Your lip quivered, eyes meeting his and when they did, he saw the tears that were building up in your waterline.

“No,” you muttered, one of the only things that you had said to him since you got back.

Derek took that as a good sign and he nodded, taking a step closer and this time, you didnt back away in fear, you let him get closer. He nodded, “You wanna talk about it?” He repeated his question from earlier.

You pursed your lips together, clearly thinking the question over. You shook your head, “Not yet,” he nodded in response, understanding why you wouldnt want to. Your next question shocked him though, “Just hold me?”

There was a beat of silence as Derek thought. It was strange that you had been avoiding his touch and now you were asking for it but he didnt care, just knowing that if this was what was best for you than he would do it. He would do anything that you asked.

He held his arms out, letting you take the first step. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, hands tightening against the back of shirt as you grounded yourself. You buried your head in his chest, taking a deep breath as you inhaled the familiar scent of your boyfriend.

You had missed him more than anything when you were gone. You didnt know how you would live without him and after the events of the last week, he felt the exact same.

He was shocked for a second at the tightness of your hug and the way you held onto him but he just smiled, knowing that this was more like the old you. He instantly wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours,

One hand was splayed on your back, pressing you tightly against him and the other was on the back of your head, holding you close. He could stay here forever, hold you until you need to knew that he would never let go again.

It was muffled against his shirt but he could make out your words, “I love you,” you hadnt said those words since you were kidnapped, too scared that something else bad would happen.

He smiled to himself, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “God, I love you so much,” he muttered into the top of your head.

You pulled away slightly, moving your hands so that they rested on his chest. You leaned against him as you looked up into his eyes. Your eyes flickered down to his lips and you leant up, pressing your lips against his.

He closed his eyes instantly, melting into your touch. He hadnt been able to kiss you since the events and as his hand came up to cradle your face, holding you like a porcelain doll that might break, he knew that this is where he belonged - in your arms.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you again,” he pulled back, whispering the words against your lips.

Your eyes fluttered open and you nodded, “Okay,” you whispered. You believed him, you knew he would look after you forever, “Can we go home?”

He nodded, taking your hand in his as he pulled back from the hug, still standing close enough to you, “Let’s go,”

What you didnt know was that the next week before the two of you were meant to go back into work, he had driven you to Rossis house. You stood outside of the door in the nice dress that Derek had bought for you a while back and looked at him confused, “What are we doing here?” You questioned.

In the few days that you had been back, he had seen you coming back to your old self. He had seen more smiles on your face and even though you both had basically spent the week in your shared house, lying in bed and just relishing in one another’s company or sitting in the garden admiring the world, you seemed happier already.

The team wanted to do something good for you and make you feel better after everything that had happened. He didnt want you to be scared to come back to work so he thought this would be nice for you.

“Just seeing our friends,” he promised, ringing the doorbell.

Penelope opened the door and smiled at you as you stood there. She instantly pulled you into a hug and you reciprocated it, feeling as she hugged you tightly.

She let go of you, her hand still on your shoulder, “Come in, come in,” she ushered you in and you looked at Derek, a wide smile on his face.

His hand rested on the small of your back as you walked into the house, seeing all of your friends and team members standing at the table, all looking at you and Derek.

You looked at him and he smiled at you, “You didn't have to do this guys,” you said.

“Come here kid,” Rossi said and you walked over. He gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders, knowing that you might not want to be touched after what had happened, “You deserve something good to happen okay,”

You nodded, looking out at all of your friends. Your eyes watered slightly as you realised that they had done this all for you, not only had they saved you from that monster but they had also made sure that you were okay afterwards.

“You guys are the best,” you said, looking out at them.

They all smiled, glad to see you okay. There was a silence in the room and you just took a moment to enjoy the fact that you were safe and you were with your friends - it was one of the things that you kept having to remind yourself of.

You knew that the feelings of worry may never fully go away, that you would never forget the fact that you were held captive for 40 hours to a man that would watch and murder women. But maybe, if you just enjoyed the company of your friends and relished in the moment then you could push it to the back of your mind.

There would be one day that you wouldn’t worry about walking to your car alone, that you wouldnt wake up in the middle of the night worried that you were back there and thi was all a dream. You just had to work up to it and with your friends, you knew that it would happen.

Rossi smiled, “Now come on, Ive made your favourite. Spaghetti and meatballs,” he explained as he ushered the group over to the table.

You laughed, realising how much effort your friends had put into making you feel better.

“They better be vegetarian,” Penelope said and Rossi scrunched his nose up in disgust.

He sat her down, “I have a separate batch for you,” he reassured.

He plated everyone up with the food, pouring wine for everyone. You looked out at the table, looking at your friends as they sat there, just enjoying each other’s company.

“This is better than fighting serial killers,” Emily joked.

You laughed and it was one of the first times that they had seen it since you had been kidnapped. Emily smiled, a proud look on her face as she realised she had made you laugh.

Derek smiled too, happy that you were coming back to your old self. He grabbed your hand, pulling it up to his lips and pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles, never taking his eyes away from yours.

You took a deep breath as you realsied that this was where you belonged, amongst your found family. They were always going to save you if something bad happened and you knew that now.

You reached for your glass, with the hand that wasn’t holding Dereks, and held it up, “Cheers,” you said.

They all looked at you, a smile on their faces as they all clinked their glasses between them

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awritessomething · 4 months

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Hey I saw your requests are open

If you want to can you write a Derek Morgan x Spencer's sister where Spencer finds out their dating. Can it be very angsty but full of fluff at the end ( sorry if ive worded it weird ive never requested a fic before)

Thank you 😁

i love angst thank you so very much

𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | derek morgan x fem!reader

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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Derek Morgan and Y/N Reid had been hiding their relationship from everyone on the face of the Earth for a year. An unexpected interruption one night ruins everything.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | angst, reid!reader, angry spencer, arguing, crying, swearing, protective!spencer.

Y/N Reid and Derek Morgan, the two people least likely to be in a relationship, were. Y/N was Spencer Reid’s twin sister. Surprisingly, she also shared that same intelligence that Spencer did. That was most likely how they managed to keep everything hidden for so long.

Derek and Y/N had always been so careful. They were so careful with hiding their relationship from the public, from their friends, and especially from their family. Specifically Y/Ns family. Neither of them wanted to keep it a secret, of course they wanted to be able to be all public and lovey-dove, but that wasn't possible. Spencer was a supportive brother when it came to academics and almost every aspect of Y/Ns life, but not when it came to relationships.

With every boyfriend that Y/N had ever had, Spencer was always there, telling the man something to make him feel so stupid until the man just could not handle it anymore. He loved his twin sister and didn't want her to get hurt and for some reason, he believed that any and all men would hurt her.

Once Y/N told Derek this at the very beginning of their relationship, he had tried to convince her that it would be fine or that he could handle Spencer's criticism. She knew better. That was what her past boyfriend had said and just as she had predicted, he could not handle it. He ended up breaking up with her only a short while after meeting Spencer.

To respect Y/Ns wishes, Derek agreed to keep it secret. They kept it secret surprisingly well. Derek still acted like he was into other women when he was out in public, Y/N still went to parties when she could. Of course neither of them ever cheated on each other, everything that they said about other people were just lies. Somehow, Spencer never caught onto Derek's lying and Y/Ns disinterest in bringing home another man.

Everything was going so smoothly. It had gone perfectly for a whole year. On Derek and Y/Ns one year anniversary, things started to go wrong. After getting some dinner delivered to Y/Ns house from a fancy restaurant, they were laying in bed together, watching one of their shared favorite movies.

"Y/N, I know you don't want me to keep pestering you about this but when do you think we should tell Reid about us?" Derek asked as he was running soft circles on the skin of her arm. She looked down at his hand and then sighed.

"Soon, Derek. You know I don't like hiding it either, but we have to." She responded, looking up at her boyfriend now with a soft smile. He couldn't even try to be frustrated with her.

"We've been together for a year now, are you sure he wont be a bit understanding?"

"I know my brother. Spencer will not approve." She shook her head. Derek gave up on the subject. About halfway through the movie, the wine got to Derek and he fell asleep, his head now resting on her as he snored. With his weight on top of her, Y/N ended up falling asleep as well. The movie was still playing quite loudly in the background, it muffled any other background noise quite well.

It wasn't really like the couple would be thanking the movie for what happened next though. In fact, they were more mad about it than anything. Spencer and Y/N had been hanging out the day before. She left her sweater at his place. In her opinion, he kept his place too warm. He only noticed her sweater hung up on the coat-rack a few hours after she left. He decided to drive it over to her house.

In her house, Y/N had her arms around Derek who had his head resting on her chest. Spencer had a key to her house, she had a key to his. They had these just in case they needed something or in case one forgot their key. They lived quite close.

Spencer hadn't noticed Derek's car since it was parked about two blocks away and around a corner. He fiddled with his keychain and then opened the door. He could hear the movie playing.

"Y/N?" He called out. The movie was too loud though and she didn't respond. She had a thing where she always put her shoes in the closet beside the front door. One of her coats had fallen down and covered Derek's shoes. Spencer put his shoes in the closet and then walked through the hall. Before he got to her door, he knocked on the door. "Y/N, are you awake?" He called out again. This time, both she and Derek heard his voice. She didn't respond though, in too much shock to even think of the most basic word in the English language.

He turned the doorknob and opened the bedroom door just as Derek was trying to scramble out the window. He froze in the doorway. Derek froze in the window.

"What the fuck." That was all Spencer could even imagine saying as he saw his best friend and his sister together. Derek turned his head slowly and looked at Spencer. "Get back here, Morgan."

Derek dropped back down into the room as if he was being yelled at by an angry parent. Y/N was completely silent, just looking between the two men. "I swear, we can explain." Derek was about to try and start defending his and Y/Ns relationship. Spencer lifted a hand and Derek shut his mouth. He had never been so scared of a scrawny nerdy man before.

"Spence, please. I love him." Y/N crawled out of the bed and walked over to her brother. He looked down at her, an unimpressed look in his eyes.

"You said this about the last guy too. What about the one before him?" He brought up her past boyfriends and she looked down for a second, her cheeks reddening. Derek was a bit too nervous to speak up, so he just stayed quiet. He planned on only speaking if he was spoken to.

"I'm serious about Derek."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" His voice cracked. Y/N tilted her head, a little bit confused now. "How long?"

"We've been together for a year."

"A year? You've been together for a year but you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't want you to be mad at us."

"You're my sister. Derek is my best friend. You thought that dating him and not telling me would be better than just telling me?" Spencer raised his voice a bit. Y/N flinched. Derek stepped forward now. "It was your idea, wasn't it?" Spencer directed his attention to Derek now.

"No, Spence, he wanted to tell you. I told him not to." Y/N tried to defend Derek. He looked at her, furrowing his brows in concern. Spencer scoffed and then gave her the sweater that he was still holding in his hands. She glanced down at it and then back up at her brother.

"Whatever. You know what, I don't know why I'm surprised." Spencer ran a hand through his hair. "You're always sleeping around with women, I should have expected that one day you would manage to get my sister too." He pointed an angry finger at Derek.

"Woah, woah. No. Listen, at first, I didn't even think that she was your sister, ok?" Derek decided to speak up now. Spencer rolled his eyes. "I know it sounds dumb, but its true. I met her when she was coming to the BAU to talk to you about some case, but we talked for a few minutes and I only found out that she is your sister when I saw her walk over to you."

"You still thought that it would be fine to make a move on her?" Spencer asked, still holding that same angry look in his eyes. It was one that Derek didn't think he had ever seen.

"Yeah. I thought maybe my best friend would understand that I found a girl who I really liked and that I wanted to see if she would give me a chance. She did."

"Bullshit." He grumbled. Derek glanced down at Y/N and then back at Spencer, a bit confused as to what he was saying now.

"Which part?"

"You thought I would be fine with this?" Spencer crossed his arms.

"Yeah, I thought you were mature enough."

"Don't do that." Y/N whispered to Derek. It was a bit too late though. Spencer ran another hand through his hair.

"Fine. I hope you're happy with him for whatever time you have left." Spencer spat and then walked out of the bedroom and house. Y/N and Spencer stood there, just silently thinking.

"What if he's right? Should we even be together?" Y/N asked, looking up at Derek. Her eyes were glossed over with tears. Derek felt his heart squeezing at both her words and the sad look in her eyes.

"Come on, of course he's not right." Derek held her hand, bringing it to his lips to press a soft kiss to it.

"Derek, I don't remember the last time he was wrong." She frowned as Derek continued to press soft kisses along the back of her hand and knuckles.

"I know. This is a first though, ok? Don't listen to him."

"I need some time, Derek. Can you give me that?" She requested. He frowned.

"No, I can't." He used his grip on her hand to pull him into her arms. She broke down, tears streaming down her cheeks. Having her boyfriend rejected by Spencer was nothing new, but it still hurt. Her fingers dug into his shirt, clinging to him as she sobbed. He put his chin on top of her head and just held her, letting her cry.

"He'll come around eventually, ok? I'm not going anywhere." He stroked her hair gently and she nodded, pulling out of his arms and looking up at him. He wiped away her tears.

They spent the rest of their night just talking and thinking about their future. Over the next couple of weeks, they got used to being more public. They told their non-Spencer-related friends and then Derek's family. Everyone was super supportive and honestly just happy that they had each other.

Y/N walked into the BAU one day, her purse on her arm as she walked through the space. Spencer looked at her from his desk, confused as to why she was there. Emily whispered something to J.J. and then kept watching. Derek was leaning against a wall, talking to Penelope about something. She walked up beside him.

"Oh- hi! You're Reid's sister, right?"

"Yeah. I'm Y/N." She stuck out her hand and shook Penelope's hand who gave her a welcoming smile. She tried her best not to say anything too crazy for now. Derek glanced down at Y/N, who was now reaching into her purse.

"You forgot this at my place." She pulled out something and handed it to him. He slipped the object into his pocket.

"Thanks." He smiled and then leaned down and kissed her. Penelope let out a sharp gasp, obviously completely flabbergasted at what she was seeing. Y/N smiled against Derek's lips and then pulled away.

"I'll see you tonight?" She asked, running a hand down his chest.

"Always." Derek reassured her. Y/N turned and left with a little wave. Everyone had seen. Even Rossi and Hotch. Everyone kind of looked around at each other and then immediately started bombarding Derek with questions on his not so new girlfriend.

When Spencer heard how Derek talked about her as if she was some sort of angel, he started to rethink his opinion on their relationship. Penelope and Y/N got along great and so she was then friends with the girls at the BAU. They all heard about their relationship, but they also heard about the problems with Spencer.

It took a few more months before Spencer ended up warming up to their relationship and stopped trying to destroy or show his disapproval of their love. With his approval, everything just managed to get better. That was all either could ask for.

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darkeunology · 18 days

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♡ Love is the Warmest Colour ♡

Word Count: 3228 (I'm amazed it's this long)

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of gunshot injuries, normal Criminal Minds violence, kidnapping, torture mentions (No explicit details)

Summary: In a world where soulmates feel each other's pain, you and Derek seem to be oblivious to each other's pains.

Not proof read. Not sure how I feel about this one tbh.

Soulmate: Noun: A person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

Everyone in the world had someone who was destined to be their soulmate. It was a tale told to every child as a bedtime story, the exact way soulmates were known to each other. Shared pain - all soulmates in the world feel each other’s pain, Every scratch, punch or bump, soulmates feel it all but are never left with the physical marks from the injuries.

Maybe not so surprisingly, a lot of people never actually found their soulmates, getting injured close enough to your soulmate so that both of you would realise anything was quite rare a feat, most people gave up trying to find their soulmate by their 20s, not wanting to waste their life trying to find the person suited best for them. Including you, once you’d hit 25, you’d given up - you thought it would be great if you did ever find them, but you weren’t holding out hope for it anymore, you’d now just ignore any of the pains you’d ever felt from your soulmate, which annoyingly for you, was a very common occurrence.

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As a child, a common question that was asked during class was ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’ Everyone else in the class would always have an answer to this, Vet, Astronaut, Writer, Fireman, to name a few, but you never once had an answer, never a clear one anyway, you had no idea what you actually wanted to do in life, and even once you’d finished high school, you chose to not go to college, instead choosing to unfortunately bounce between jobs, starting out at retail, before moving to waitressing until eventually moving to the job you were in now, a barista at your local coffee shop.

It wasn’t quite the life you or your parents had ever imagined for you, but you were happy enough; sure, you were living paycheck to paycheck, and you weren’t really able to treat yourself as much as you’d wished to, but it worked for you, and now, being in your 20s, you weren’t really sure how you could do anything else with your life.

It wasn’t until the day you very nearly died when you decided you wanted to do something different.

You’d just finished a lunchtime shift at the coffee shop, planning to go to the store quickly before you went back to your apartment, a good friend of yours coming round to have a girls night together after a long week at work. You never managed to make it home that night. Whilst walking to the store, a van stopped next to you, a young man poking his head out the window, asking you how to get to the highway from where he was. After quickly telling him where to drive, you turned your back to the van, about to start walking again when you felt yourself be grabbed from behind, a large hand covering your mouth to stop a scream from escaping - no matter how hard you tried to fight off the hands on you, nothing would loosen his grip as he pulled you into the back of the van, landing a quick, hard punch to your head, knocking you out immediately.

When you finally woke up, you were tied up on what felt like a dentist’s chair. All your clothes except for your underwear missing from your body. A shiver ran through your body from the chill in the room you were in, the chill getting worse when the men who kidnapped you walked into the room you were in, menacing smirks lining their faces.

Once your friend hadn’t been able to get in contact with you after you’d failed to get back to your apartment after work, they called the police, knowing that you would never be late coming home without letting her know beforehand, she knew deep down something had happened to you, especially with the news recently of young women being kidnapped and murdered in the are you lived in. She’d seen on the news that the FBI had already been called in after the last murder after seeing the press conference on the news the other night, she told them everything they needed to know and hoped that they’d be able to find you in time.

Unsure of just how much time it had been since you’d been kidnapped, all you could focus on was the pain running through your body from the hours of torture you’d had to endure. It felt like you’d been here for days when in reality it had only been a few hours. The only thing that had kept you going the whole time was the hope that your friend called someone when you never showed up to meet her at your apartment. That hope finally coming true when a tall, dark skinned man jogged into the room, FBI vest on his body and a gun held firmly in his hands, “I’ve got the victim.” he spoke into his comms before placing his gun back into his holster, walking up to you, a gentle smile on his face, “Hey, sweetheart. I’m agent Derek Morgan with the FBI. You’re safe now alright. Medics are on their way down.” he spoke gently, his hands moving to carefully untie you from the chair.

Derek stuck by your side every moment until they put you in the back of the ambulance, keeping you comfortable as everything buzzed around you, only leaving you when the ambulance left for the hospital.

He was the one good thing you tried to focus on whenever you had nightmares about the kidnapping. It took months of therapy, months of being scared to leave your house alone again before you were finally ready and able to do something about your life. You guess it’s because of what you went through, but you decided that you wanted to do what was done for you, you wanted to help people in the worst moments of their lives; so you went back to school, studying criminal profiling and psychology, graduating 3 years later before luckily managing to get a position in the BAU, the same unit who saved you nearly 4 years previously.

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Derek remembered when he was told about soulmates by his parents, his sisters told him afterwards that they all had the same talk when they were the same age. He was told one night as he was being put to bed, his parents telling him that there was one special person in the world who was a perfect fit for him, a person who he might never find but someone that would never be better for him. He was told that was how his parents met each other, his dad being hurt during a police job with his mother luckily being close enough to him that they knew almost in that moment they were meant for each other. He was told that any physical pains he would ever have would be felt by his soulmate and any pains his soulmate had would have, he would feel himself.

As Derek grew older, he never really put much thought into soulmates, he knew how unlikely it actually was that he’d ever meet his true soulmate, with just how big America was, and the fact they might not even be American. He just figured that if he was going to find his soulmate, it would happen naturally - so, like most people, he dated anyone he wanted to, not caring, nor worrying if they weren’t his soulmate.

At night sometimes, as much as he would never tell people, he would often imagine what life might be like with his soulmate, or just exactly how he would meet them. He mildly envied the people who had actually managed to find their soulmate, wondering how they got so lucky with how large the world is.

Sometimes Derek would think he didn’t even have a soulmate, he often wouldn’t feel any random pains, only sometimes getting a pain in his foot, almost like his soulmate had just stubbed their toe somewhere - or sometimes a harsh pain in his arm, maybe a needle injection or someone hitting their shoulder too hard as they walked past them.

So, even as Derek was for some reason in a lot more pain than he normally was, he didn’t really think too much of it. He was used to pain from his job so it didn’t really feel like much to him, he thought you were just going through a bad day.

He never connected the pieces, even after his pain stopped once you’d been rescued.

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Nervous was an understatement as you stood in the elevator going up to the BAU office, you hid it behind a gentle smile as the doors opened, asking the first person you saw how to find Aaron Hotchner’s office.

After getting your directions, you headed through the glass doors into the main office, walking up to Hotchner’s office to the curious looks of the other members of the team. You knocked on the door, walking in once you’d heard a ‘come in’ from the other side of the door.

“Hi. Aaron Hotchner?” you asked, a smile on your face as you held your box full of your things in your hands,

The man nodded behind his desk, standing and walking round the other side to be able to shake your hand, something you were just able to do with the box you were balancing. “Hi, yes. You must be Y/N,” he spoke, waiting for your nod of acknowledgement before he continued, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Everyone else has just gone into the meeting room. I’ll show you your desk then we’ll go up to meet everyone.” he explained, a small smile on his face the whole time, before he led you out of his office, quickly showing you your desk so you could place the box down before leading you up to the meeting room, walking in before you, “Everyone, meet our new agent, this is Y/N L/N.” he spoke to the team,

It took a moment for everyone to introduce themselves, Derek was the last to speak, “You seem familiar,” he spoke after he’d said his name. Everyone else took that to mean something different, since they all knew what Derek was like most of the time, so they were surprised when they heard Spencer speak, “Yeah, he’s right.” Causing the rest of the team to try and remember why two of their team knew your face.

Sighing lightly, you glanced at Aaron, who already knew of your past, he nodded gently, signalling that you can tell them if you wanted to, “I must just have a familiar face.” you spoke, shrugging your shoulders.

Thankfully for you, the team dropped it. Derek still giving you looks every so often, trying to figure out where he knew you from.

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It had been a few weeks of working in the BAU, you’d managed to fit into the team really well. Already going on many girls nights with JJ, Emily and Garcia. You got on with the males in your team as well, but nowhere near as well as the girls. Garcia being the one you told everything to, including the day you were kidnapped and rescued by the BAU, and opening up to her about the small feelings you had for a certain Derek Morgan.

You’d also had a lot more pains from your soulmate in the past few weeks, nothing too bad, just some hard hits every so often, one being a nasty hit on your ribs one day at the end of a case, you standing with Emily and practically doubling over in the sudden pain that shot through your abdomen, “You good?” Emily asked, concern laced through her voice,

“Yeah.” you gasped out, “I don’t know what happened, that just really hurt for a moment.”

“Must be your soulmate.” Emily spoke, you nodded in response,

“Yeah, it must be.”

When you and Emily found out that Derek had been shot in his abdomen, luckily only causing a harsh bruise due to his vest, Emily was the only one who connected the dots about the pain you felt that day, deciding not to tell anyone else about her thoughts.

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“You alright sugar?” Garcia spoke when she saw Derek, noticing the obvious look of discomfort on his face,

“Yeah, baby girl. Just got an awful headache, I took painkillers ages ago and it just hasn’t done anything.” he spoke, rubbing his temples, he knew from the fact that painkillers hadn’t worked that it would be a soulmate pain,

“Soulmate maybe?” Garcia spoke,

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.” He spoke, smiling at Garcia before getting back to work.

It wasn’t until he sat down at his desk and saw you taking some painkillers when something clicked, “You good Y/N?” Derek asked, grabbing your attention and the attention of Emily who was sitting nearby at her desk.

“Really bad headache. Painkillers are only helping a small amount.” you sighed.

Emily was only looking towards Derek, a knowing look on her face, watching as Derek looked towards her, realisation slowly showing on his face, “Let me know if I can do anything to help.” he spoke, before turning back around, his only thought being that his soulmate was potentially his colleague.

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Oftentimes when you’d come into work, you’d go into Garcia’s bat cave, getting her some coffee and having a little chat before the work began.

A knock on the door interrupted you and Garcia this morning, “We’re meeting now. We have a new case.” JJ spoke as she poked her head in, her face looking grim. Both of you stood, grabbing your coffee mugs and heading over to the meeting room, being the last two to come in,

“We’re going to Florida.” JJ spoke, turning on the TV on the wall, “There’s been a series of murders, all women in their late 20s, all being found dumped in remote areas.”

“Any sexual assault?” Derek asked.

“All of them had signs of sexual assault, yes.” JJ answered. “Newest victim is Stephanie Leigh, she was kidnapped yesterday evening after a night out at a local club.”

“All of these women were killed two days after they were kidnapped, meaning we have under 48 hours to find her alive.” Hotch spoke, his face serious like always, “Wheels up in 20.” he finished, getting up from his seat first as everyone else followed.

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You and Derek were in the car driving to the club where the recent victim was taken from,

“I think I figured out where I remember you from.” Derek spoke, filling the silence that had surrounded you both for a while,

“Oh yeah.” you spoke, knowing that Derek probably had, and dreading having to tell him he was right.

“I think around 4 years ago, maybe more, we were called out to a local kidnapping case, the local cops were investigating someone kidnapping local young females and murdering them after torturing them for a few days, normally 2, but he’d accelerated his timeline on the last victim. We’d found the last body then a few hours later we were told of someone else being kidnapped - it was you.” He turned to look at you for a moment before putting his eyes back on the road,

“You were the one that found me first.” you spoke. Silence filled the car again for a moment, “I never told any of you purely because I just wanted to try and forget about it. I figured some of you might recognise me, but I hoped that you’d rescued so many people that you wouldn't necessarily remember one person you’d helped. Clearly though, you knew, and I think so does Spencer.” you looked towards Derek, “I’ll tell everyone else eventually”

“I’m sorry for bringing it up,” he spoke quietly,

“Don’t be.” You shook your head, “I needed to thank you anyway. All of you really. But you stayed by my side from the moment you found me until the ambulance left,” you paused, looking back at Derek, “I don’t think you realise how much I appreciated that.” you finished quietly, a sad tone in your voice.

Derek turned and nodded gently at you, not saying anything else until you guys arrived at the club, continuing on with the case you were working.

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“I think we found our guy.” Hotch spoke after Garcia had finished her round of research she was given, the team headed out, finding the warehouse where the unsub should be holding the missing girl, rushing to get there before he murdered her just like the others.

Spencer and you went round the back together along with some swat agents and other cops, checking each room until you saw the unsub running from you both, alerting the agents who were left outside, Derek being one of them.

“We found the victim, she’s alive.” Emily spoke into the comms, just before Hotch spoke,

“Offender running on foot northwest, me and Derek are in pursuit.” Spencer, you, Emily and Rossi all ran out of the warehouse, knowing the victim was safe with the rest of the police and the medics, hopping in one of the SUVs and going out to find Hotch and Derek.

All in one moment, the most intense pain you’d felt before rang through your shoulder and your leg, causing you to yelp out in pain, making everyone else in the car jump, “Y/N!” Spence exclaimed, being the one sitting next to you in the back, “You okay?” he asked, at the same time Hotch spoke on the radio,

“Shots fired, Agent down. I need medics to my location.” he practically shouted, the message finishing just as the SUV turned the corner to the alley they were in, Derek on the floor with Hotch knelt next to him.

Confusion rung through you, the realisation never actually hitting you due to the pain in your body distracting you too much to think straight, “I can’t believe you’re a profiler and you haven’t figured it out yet.” Emily chuckled lightly, looking towards you with disbelief.

“What?” you asked dumbly,

“Get out the car and go to your damn soulmate.” she spoke again. You didn’t even think twice once the realisation hit you in the face, you jumped out the car, kneeling on the other side of Derek, one hand cupping his face,

“Hey sweetheart.” he spoke, a small smile on his face even through the pain of the wounds.

“Hey soulmate.” you smiled, “That hurt quite a lot you know?” finishing with a chuckle, Derek also chuckling before groaning in pain. “Sorry.” you whispered, noticing the pain he was in.

“I’m taking you on a date once I’m better.” Derek told you, one of his hands coming to hold yours which was still on his face.

“You better.” chuckling, you leant down and laid a small kiss on Derek’s forehead as the rest of the team watched on, smiles on their faces, relieved that the two of you finally figured it all out, even if you needed Emily to spell it out for you to realise.

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 7 months

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Poor Competition

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: fluff, minor angst

Summary: You and Derek have butted heads ever since you started at the BAU. Your team sets both of you up so that you're forced to confront your problems instead of running from it.

Square Filled: team dinner (2022) for @cmbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

No one wants to say it out loud but they’re so sick and tired of your and Derek’s behavior lately. All everyone wanted to do was have a nice dinner together to celebrate the success of the most recent case, but you two are ruining it by bickering every five minutes. If it’s not about the food, it’s about each other's clothes. If it’s not about where the other lives, it’s about your work success.

You hate doing this to your friends but nothing you say will make Derek see that he is the one in the wrong. Every time you try to put your two cents in, Derek just has to comment about why he’s better than you. Derek did this, Derek did that. Derek is the one who caught the unsub even though it was your idea on how. Derek is the one who figured out where the unsub was even though it was based on your profile. It doesn’t seem to matter what you do, Derek just has to do it better in one way shape, or form.

It’s really pissing you off.

He’s been your rival ever since you started with the BAU. Things were civil in the beginning until he started to outshine you in everything. It didn’t matter what you did, he just had to do it better. He made you feel stupid so you gave him a taste of his own medicine. It’s been a battle that has never been settled between you. If he decides to hate you then you’ll hate him right back.

“I was given an office and moved out of the bullpen. It’s been amazing to have my own personal space.”

“You only got that office because Penelope felt sorry for you.”

“At least she was thinking of me.”

“I’m glad you moved out of the bullpen so I don’t have to hear every story begin with ‘So I hooked up with this one girl’.”

“Hey, that was one time!”

“Will you two stop?” Emily explodes with annoyance. “I’m going to speak for everyone here that we’re tired of your bullshit. Work it out or you’re not invited to anything anymore.”

You feel bad that this bickering is affecting the rest of the team. You and Derek lower your heads in shame as the rest of the conversation continues.

“We’re sorry,” Derek sighs and shovels a fork-full of food into his mouth.

After the dinner is over and you’re back home in the sanctuary of your home, you get a message from JJ.

Hey, do you want to go with me to the carnival in town this weekend? I think it could be good to go with Will and the kids.

Sure! Sounds like fun.

Cool. I’ll text you the time later when we figure it out.

The rest of the work week went by slowly because you and Derek were always fighting. The only thing you’re looking forward to is spending time with JJ, Will, and the kids. You show up at the carnival twenty minutes early just in case there is a long line to get in.

Hey, I’m here. Where are you?

By the ticket line.

You push through the crowd to get to the ticket line but you don’t see her. Usually, Henry runs into your arms as soon as he sees you but you don’t get that greeting. You turn to check out another place when you run into a hard chest. You look up to apologize to the person but see it’s Derek.

“Oh, it’s you. What are you doing here?”

“Reid asked to hang out here. What are you doing here?”

“JJ asked me to hang with her and the kids.” It doesn’t take a genius to figure out you two have been set up. Everything has been paid for but if Derek is the only one who is going to be here, you’re not staying. “Let’s just leave.”

You turn to leave when Derek scoffs loudly.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He points to the gate entrance where Hotch and Rossi are standing on either side of it to prevent you two from leaving. “Looks like we’re stuck here.”

“Yeah, we’re stuck but we don’t have to be stuck together. Let’s stay a few hours separately and then leave together.”

“That’s the first smart idea you’ve had,” he says sarcastically and leaves your side.

You mock him in a deep voice before going off on your own. It’s fun going on rides by yourself without having to worry about another person but that gets old very quickly. You hate going to these things alone because you want to enjoy it with someone who gets excited to be here. You love rides and carnivals but it’s not as fun without someone to enjoy it with. The games get boring and meaningless without someone to impress.

You stop to grab some cotton candy, your favorite carnival snack. The only thing you’re looking forward to is riding the Ferris Wheel alone. The sun is setting which makes getting on the ride the perfect time. There is already a long line by the time you get there but you wait patiently for your turn. Someone bumps into you from behind causing you to smack into the person in front of you.

“I’m so sor--oh, it’s you,” you sigh.

“Why are you following me?”

“I’m not. You just happened to be in the same line as me at this exact time. It means nothing.”

You go back to eating your cotton candy and minding your own business when you feel eyes on you. You look around and lock eyes with a much older man by the bathrooms. He is leaning against the wall right by the women’s restrooms. He might be waiting for someone but with the way he’s looking at you, you doubt it.

He smiles creepily so you move to the left and out of view of him. However, he moves to the right so he can look at you some more. You shift closer to Derek until you’re practically touching him.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asks and looks at you.

“Sorry,” you sigh and move back into the man’s view.

You peek over at the man who is still staring at you. Derek looks over to see what you’re looking at and sees the man. He immediately steps out of line and approaches the man calmly. Derek leans close to the man and says something that causes the man to look back at him in fear. Before Derek is done talking to him, the man scurries off and disappears into the crowd. Derek smirks slightly and walks back to his place in line. You hide your smile behind your cotton candy but Derek sees.

“Shut up and eat your cotton candy before I pour water on it.”

That makes you smile even more. You two get to the front of the line, but fate has it that you’re stuck sitting in the same car. Derek sits on one side of the car and you on the other and no words are being said. The Ferris Wheel lifts you higher so you can get a better view of the beautiful sunset. The light hits your face at the right angle making your skin glow.

“What?” you sigh, feeling his eyes on you.

“Why do you hate me?”

That question shocks you from how sudden it is.

“That’s not the question you should be asking. The question is why you you hate me?”

“What? I don’t hate you. Why would you think that?”

“Are you serious? Ever since I started at the BAU, you’ve always had to one-up me. You just had to be better than me. You did it the first chance you got. You embarrassed me in front of everyone, and it doesn't matter what I seem to do, it’s not good enough for you.”

Derek never realized what he was doing to you. You were only like this way toward him because he was doing it to you. He feels really bad once he realizes how much this affects you.

“I thought you were trying to one-up me all the time.”

“Wow, what a couple of idiots we are,” you chuckle. “So, we’ve been fighting for nothing?”

“Seems like it.”

“Wow,” you nod and look down.

Derek slides from his side of the car to yours.

“Can we start over? You’ve done some pretty amazing things for the team. I’d like a chance to get to know that part of you.”

You look up and notice the way the sunlight is making his dark brown eyes shine.

“I’d like that,” you smile.

Funny how all it took is a conversation for you and Derek to become the best of friends.

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derek morgan

✦ = finished | ✧ = not finished

Feel free to recommend me some more fics! If there is any author that doesn't want their work on here pls let me know and I’ll remove it. Series are at the bottom. Be warned for spoilers. I will not be adding spoiler warings so tread lightly. please lmk if links arent working

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Disaster Strikes by @inej-ruination-ghafa

genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: he knew the job that you did but he had never expected anything bad to ever happen to you (Based loosley off of 02x10)

Me or my wife? by @ddejavvu

genre: fluff, fem reader, bau! reader | summary: being married to derek causes some confusion in the BAU

Poor Competition by @dr-spencer-reids-queen

genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: You and Derek have butted heads ever since you started at the BAU. Your team sets both of you up so that you're forced to confront your problems instead of running from it.

shy by @luveline

genre: fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: Derek and shy!reader maybe? Meeting the team for the first time and none of them are expecting Derek's partner to be standing half-hidden behind him, shyly waving at them instead of saying anything

"Welcome To The Family" by @reidsaurora

genre: fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: When Y/N and Derek Morgan announce their engagement, Rossi leaps at the idea of throwing them an engagement party. Only thing is, Y/N's never met the team before.

6th Time's the Charm by @imaginethebau

genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Morgan sets the reader up on dates, but they don’t work out. This leads to a fight which prompts the reader to divulge that she loves Derek.

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✦ Love Bug by @astrophileous

genre: fluff, angst, fem reader, bau reader, | summary: You and Derek Morgan have an arrangement. At work, your relationship is strictly business. Under the sheets, it's all about pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less. Until, of course, your feelings start to get involved. Your situation is complicated enough without the unexpexted predicament that suddenly befalls upon you. But with a maniac serial killer on the loose, will you ever get the chance to make everything right?

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#♡ — fics #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds angst #derek morgan x reader #Derek Morgan angst #derek morgan fluff

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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How about some love 💘 for Derek Morgan and a female plus size!reader. Fluff, angst or kink. Writer's choice.

fem!plus size reader, wc: 470.

cw! angst :/

You were angry, sad, and relieved all at the same time. As Morgan sat on the back of the ambulance, you stormed over to him, the rest of your team knowing that you were about to explode. No one made any attempt to stop you as you snatched off your FBI vest and threw it to the ground, never stopping your determined stride as you approached him.

"Are you fucking insane?" You shouted. You could see Derek close his eyes, his jaw clenching as he let out a sigh. "Did you have a fucking death wish or something?!" The EMT's stepped out of your way so that you could stand right in front of him. "Sweetheart, listen—" You cut him off. "No! You don't get to 'sweetheart listen' me! You almost got yourself killed? What were you thinking you self-sacrificial son of a bitch?" He took one of your hands in his, and even though you were stubborn, you allowed him to do so, the limb lying limp in his grip. "You gotta calm down little lady." He said sternly, looking up at you through his bushy eyebrows.

"Calm down? Derek you almost died!" You exclaimed, attempting to snatch your hand from his. He didn't let you, holding you close to him as a way to ground you. "Nuh uh, you don't get to walk away from me. Let's talk about this." The way he remained calm during this whole thing was infuriating, but it also made you want to relax at the same time. "I did what I did because it would save people. I risk my life every day I walk in to the BAU, and you do too." Your eyes began to burn with unshed tears, "But you cut it too close this time, Derek. If you died, what am I supposed to do?" Your voice broke, head falling forward in heartbreak and in shame.

"Hey, hey, mama," He guided you to sit next to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him, "Don't cry." You buried your face in his neck, your tears wetting the collar of his plain black shirt. "You're my life, Derek," You whispered, "I can't have you disappearing from it as soon as I let you in." He comfortingly rubbed your arm, resting his cheek on your head. "I know babygirl, and I'm sorry." Your body shook against him, letting the grief of his close encounter settle over you. "I should beat your ass." You muttered against his skin. He chuckled. "I damn near thought you were about too."

You leaned up so you could look at him.

"But I'm being serious, Derek Morgan. When I tell you to leave from somewhere, you better go." He caved. "Alright baby, but no promises." You laughed too. "Better than nothing."

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marie-swriting · 9 months

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Beautiful - Derek Morgan

Masterlist

Summary : you're struggling with the way your body look.

Warnings : body image issue (⚠️please do not read if it's a sensitive topic), implied eating disorder (⚠️please do not read if it's a sensitive topic), angst, hurt/comfort, whump, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 3k

French version

Song inspiration : Body by Julia Michaels

In a dressing room, you look at your body’s reflection in a red dress. You look at yourself from every angle and you only see flaws. For you, this dress doesn’t flatter your shape even though Derek promised you it would. You don’t like the neckline, it doesn’t highlight your chest properly. You don’t like the way your belly is showing through the fabric. And finally, you don’t like the way your legs can be seen because of the dress’ shortness. You pull the dress down a bit, hoping it’d make it longer while a sentence from an ex is resonating inside your head. You keep examining every inch of your body in the mirror to the point you’re twisting yourself. You end up sighing, understanding your body is not made for this dress. You feel like your body isn’t made for a lot of clothes and it has the knack for making you suffer.

“You’re ready, sweet girl ?” Derek questions, outside of the changing room.

“Huh, yes.”

With apprehension, you open the curtain and Derek doesn’t say a word for a second, looking at you up and down. His silence makes you a bit more nervous and convinces you you should get out of this dress right now.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” he compliments you with a smile.

“I don’t think so.” you shake your head, staring at your reflection again.

“You’re joking ? You’re stunning.”

“I don’t know. Look at my stomach !” you exclaim, showing your body part. “And my legs don’t look good in this dress either. Besides, I find it too short.”

“It’s barely mid-tight. And, it looks perfectly good on you.”

“I don’t know…”

As a way to reassure you, Derek puts his hands on your shoulders and kisses your forehead.

“I promise you you’re breathtaking in this dress.” he promises you and you force a smile. “You should take it and if you still think you don’t look good in it, you can always return it. Come on, I’ll buy it for you.” Derek announces, happy.

“Derek, you don’t have to-”

“Ha, ha,” he cuts you, moving his forefinger left to right, “I’ll buy it for you, it’ll be for our date at the restaurant next week. Besides, recently, we didn’t see each other a lot, I owe it to you.”

“You know you don’t have to make up for your job.” you affirm, taking his hand.

“Take it as a gift because I love you then. Want to try something else ?”

“No.” you state without wasting a second. “I’m going to change.”

You close the curtain and start undressing yourself without lingering on your reflection. Once you’re ready, you get out of the dressing room and see another woman a bit younger than you in the same dress. In spite of yourself, you think it looks better on her. The dress fits her curves perfectly and you think she is beautiful ; looking at her, you wish you could be like her.

After paying for the dress, you go back to your apartment. All the way home, you stayed silent, lost in your own thoughts made by the several remarks you’ve ever heard. Derek notices your mutism right away. He doesn’t question you, knowing you’ll dig your heels in. Despite the fact you’ve been together for a year, you still struggle to confide in him when you need it. It’s one of the things you’re working on. You’ve been making efforts since you met, but sometimes, you still isolate yourself.

When you’re at your place, you put your stuff down and inform Derek you want to get into more comfortable clothes. Derek lays down on your bed while you’re changing. In your bathroom, you look at your reflection while you’re in your underwear. When you feel your negative thoughts are becoming too strong, you turn your back from the mirror and keep changing. Even when you take your makeup off, you don’t look at yourself. The second you’re done, you lay down next to Derek. Instantly, he takes you in his arms before kissing the crown of your head.

“You’re feeling okay ?”

“Yes. I’m just a bit tired.” you lie, hearing his heartbeats.

“You’re sure ?”

“Promised.” you affirm, pecking his lips. “Can you sleep here tonight ? I’d like to stay in your arms.”

“Sure.”

Your proposal is all Derek needed to know you’re not okay. Derek might not be aware of the reason why yet but it's only a matter of time until he finds out. He knows you enough to recognise your tell when you're not doing fine without you uttering a word. Nevertheless, at this instant, he prefers to hold you close to him, wanting to give you the comfort you secretly need.

You thought in a few days you’d feel better. You often have those phases where you hate your body more than usual, this one is just more tenacious. You don’t feel good in any of your clothes, you feel ugly and you can’t enjoy anything you’re eating. Everything is awful and you just want to stay in bed and never get out of it.

Unfortunately for you, you have to go on a date with Derek. With the small amount of strength you have, you manage to get out of the bed.

After taking a shower, you open your closet. You go through your clothes without will. When you find the dress Derek bought you, you hesitate between wearing it or burning it. You know it’d make him happy to see you in it but you’re still not convinced. Reluctantly, you grab the hanger before putting the dress on, hoping this time, you’ll see what Derek saw.

You adjust the dress and you look at yourself in your bedroom mirror. You still have the same vision : only flaws. Keeping your eyes on your body, your eyes get teary while in your mind, sentences like : ‘you’re not pretty’, ‘you look like nothing’ and other awful words are echoing.

There are more and more tears in your eyes and you refuse to cry. You can’t have a breakdown tonight. You have to spend the evening with Derek. Your demons will have to wait for later. You take deep breaths and when you’re sure you’re not on the verge of crying anymore, you take your makeup. You hope making your face more beautiful will help you. Maybe it’ll remedy your outfit. Furthermore, when you doll yourself up, it sometimes helps you to feel better - even if it’s not a magical remedy. However, this time, your mood gets worse. The dark circles under your eyes are making fun of you while you try to cover them up and some pimples on your face don’t make the situation any better.

You try to hide things as best as you can while thinking, at least you can get rid of these imperfections for a few hours. When you’re more or less satisfied with the result, you go back to your mirror to check if you look a bit presentable.

Despite your makeup, you don’t think you look better. Your dress is still looking ridiculous on you and no matter how many accessories you try to add, you still think you’re not pretty. Annoyed, you end up removing the dress and go back to your closet. You’re in the same situation as the beginning. Looking at your dresses again, you realise your white one is missing. It’s a simple dress but you feel good in it. You have an idea where it might be so you go to your laundry, cursing at yourself. When you find your dress is, indeed, in your washing machine who is currently working, you sit down on the floor, muffling a scream. You don’t have a fallback solution anymore and it’s out of question to wear your new one. Feeling like you’re in an impasse, your tears come back in an instant. This time, you don’t have the strength to hold them back. They run down your cheeks freely, ruining your makeup on the same occasion. You cry for approximately ten minutes, you don’t even want to think about what you look like right now. Once you’re calmer, even if some tears keep flowing, you go back to your bedroom and take your phone.

Message from you to Derek, 6:58 P.M. :

I just got my periods, I don’t feel like going to the restaurant. Do you mind if we cancel ?

Message from Derek to you, 6:59 P.M. :

No problem. Do you need anything ? I can stay with you if you want.

Message from you to Derek, 7:01 P.M. :

No need. I have everything I need. Sorry for the last minute cancellation.

Message from Derek to you, 7:02 P.M. :

Don’t apologise, get some rest. I love you ❤️

You answer to his ‘I love you’ before setting your phone back on your nightstand. You quickly put on some sweatpants and your favourite sweatshirt then you leave your bedroom.

In your kitchen, you take several snacks and go to your living room, you start the first show Netflix recommended to you. You watch the episode without paying no mind to it while eating potato chips. Unsurprisingly, you feel yourself falling down even more in your downward spiral. You could be at a fancy restaurant with your boyfriend and you’re in your living room in a sweatshirt snacking.

Guilt is eating you alive when you think of Derek. You feel bad for lying to him, in particular when he pays that much attention to you but you don’t have the moral strength to leave your apartment.

You burst into sobs again, hating the phase you’re currently in. You can feel yourself drowning and instead of trying to get back to the surface, you let yourself go down in this feeling of emptiness.

Three weeks later, you’re still miserable and you still haven’t talked about it with Derek. A part of you wants to tell him everything you’re feeling and the other part wants to be able to get through it without his help. You can do it, you could do it before you met him. You can do it again. Therefore, when Derek comes back from a case, you do everything to hide your uneasiness. You know it’s a risky game, his profiler skills will see right through you in a heartbeat, yet you don’t want to burden him with your demons.

Of course, Derek knows what’s going on. He’s been on his toes since the moment he bought the dress and he doesn’t need to be a profiler to know you’re not fine. He knows you by heart. He’s just waiting for the perfect moment to bring up the subject, unfortunately with his job, this moment has been delayed several times.

However, that evening, he’s determined : he’s going to talk with you. He can’t keep staying silent when he knows you’re not coming to him. Before inviting you to open up to him, he wants to make sure you’re at ease by proposing a nice night out. He’s planned a movie then a take away at your place. He wants to finish the evening at yours, wanting you to be in a safe space.

When Derek arrives at your home, you’re putting your makeup on. He gives you a compliment which you don’t take seriously. He looks at you from your bed. He sees your hesitant gestures when you’re looking at yourself in the mirror. Besides, your silence gives him another clue. Normally, you two don’t stop talking, especially when you haven’t seen each other for more than a week because of a case.

You open your closet and start going through your stuff. When you still haven’t decided anything five minutes later, Derek stands and comes to you.

“Why don’t you wear the red dress ?” he asks, pointing at the cloth in question.

“Isn’t it a bit fancy for a movie ?”

“Not necessarily.”

“I was thinking of wearing the white one.” you tell him, taking it.

“Sweet girl, you’re beautiful in this dress but you wear it often. You have a lot of clothes that look good on you. You should change.”

You quickly weigh pros and cons, remembering all too well your last reaction when you wanted to wear your new dress. You end up forcing a smile and take it.

“You’re right. I’ll wear the red one.”

You’re about to change when Derek’s phone rings. He leaves your bedroom to take it in the entrance. Meanwhile, you take the dress out of the hanger and slip it on. You smooth the dress with your hands then, take a quick look in the mirror. Instantly, tears are back again in your eyes.

Contrary to last time, you hold them back. Derek is in the room next door, he can’t see you like this. However, you don’t have the time to calm down your emotions that Derek is already back in your room. Seeing you crying, Derek takes you in his arms right away. You sob for a few minutes whilst Derek strokes your back, hoping it’ll calm your cries. When he thinks you’re able to talk, he puts his hands on both sides of your face to look at you.

“Talk to me. What��s wrong ?”

“I…,” you stutter, shaking your head, “it’s stupid.”

“You know pretty well it’s not stupid if you’re in this state. Talk to me.” Derek repeats with a soft tone and you sigh.

“It’s just that I don't like my outfit. I told you, it’s stupid to cry for that.” you complain when he frowns. “I don’t feel good in this ugly dress. I look ugly in this dress.” you admit, averting his eyes.

“Why do you talk about yourself like that ?”

“I don’t know why. I just can’t feel good in this dress.” you repeat with a weaker voice. “I don’t understand how you can find me pretty in it.”

“It’s not just about the dress, isn’t it ?” he inquiries, knowing the answer.

“My relationship with my body has always been complicated, you know it, but lately, I’ve been feeling like shit.” you confess, your lips trembling, “I don’t feel good in my body, none of my clothes look good, I can hardly look at myself in the mirror and I feel ugly.”

As you talk, your breath becomes more jerky. Derek wipes the tears that have rolled down your cheeks. You didn’t even know you had started crying again. Derek is about to talk when you beat him to it :

“I know you’re gonna tell me the opposite, you’re gonna say all of these things are just in my mind but I can’t help it. I swear to you I want to look in the mirror and say it’s beautiful like you do but I don’t see what you see. I want to love my body like you love my body, I swear, I really want to love it, it just seems impossible. I can’t think of one single positive thing about me.” you mumble, your voice breaking. “Everytime I think I’m finally doing a bit better, I remember every word people have told me, whether it’s an ex, a friend or even my family and it’s back to square one.” you inform, trying to dry your tears, in vain. “And no matter how much you compliment me, I can’t believe you. I know you’re genuine but I can’t believe you. I just feel like every word you’re telling me is a lie to make me feel better. It’s not the truth and in one way, I know it but I can’t help it. I feel like I’m doomed to forever hate my body and…”, you keep saying, taking a deep breath, “it scares me. I don’t want to keep going like this. I don’t know what to do.”

Gestures being stronger than words, Derek holds you again. It’s not the first time you break down in front of him but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t break his heart hearing your angst. You hide your face in the crook of his neck, feeling ashamed to be this vulnerable.

“I’m sorry, we’re late for the movie because of me.” you articulate against his torso.

“We can always go another day. It’s okay.” Derek assures you, kissing your forehead.

“The fact is, it’s not the evening you had in mind. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise for feeling bad.”

“I know but it’s the second time we cancelled our plans because of me.”

“You’re talking about the restaurant ? You had your periods, it wasn’t your fault.”

Following Derek’s sentence, guilt finds its way with your other emotions. You break the embrace and set your gaze on your hands, fidgeting with your fingers nervously.

“I lied to you, actually. I had put on this dress to make you happy and I ended up in the exact same state. I preferred to cancel everything instead of talking to you. I’m sorry, I promised you I’d make an effort.” you say, raising your eyes to him. “I’m just so scared to be a burden to you. I don’t want you to grow weary of me because I’m not good mentally. I still don’t know how I got you and I don’t want to lose you for that. Besides, I want to handle it on my own… I mean, it works clearly so well !” you exclaim, rolling your eyes. “I’d understand if you wanted to leave me.”

“Hey, I’m not going to leave you when you need me.” Derek affirms, his hand on your cheek. “Look, I can’t imagine everything you’re feeling, but I will always be by your side, especially when you’re feeling bad. And if I have to repeat every second of every day you’re beautiful for you to believe me, I will. However, I think talking with a therapist could help you.”

“Probably.” you admit. “Would you come with me ? At least for the first session, I’ll need support.”

“Of course. I’ll come with you to as many sessions as you want.” Derek accepts with a comforting smile.

You know you still have a long way to go before loving yourself yet, you’ve already taken the first step.

For the first time in weeks, you let go of a sigh of relief. You peck Derek’s lips then you press yourself against his body again, his arms protecting you from your demons.

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spencermyangel · 1 year

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Can you do one where Morgan brings Reid to Chicago and they run into some of Morgan's old jock friends and Morgan is embarrassed to be friends with Spencer in front of his old high school friends.

CW - bullying, CSA implication and mention, Ableism. R slur

Having cases in his hometown was always bittersweet for Morgan. On one hand the city held a lot of painful memories and people he had distanced himself from long ago. But, on the other hand his family lived there and Chicago also brought reminders of happy times with them.

It was one such case when he, along with Spencer were walking down the street to the alley where a murder had taken place, when he ran into some of those people.

“Hey, Derek, is that you!”

Morgan turned at the familiar voice, his jaw tensing when he saw two friends from highschool. Michael Brock and Denzel Acree.

“It is,” Denzel said as he and Micheal approached, “we haven’t seen you in forever, man.”

“Yeah, Sorry about that,” Morgan tried to hide his grimace, his eyes darting to Spencer who was observing something. “Things get busy, you know?”

“Yeah, of course. It’s nice running into you though. Heard you’re in the FBI now, that’s insane,” Micheal chuckled, shaking his head, his blond hair swaying along with the motion.

“Yep, I’m actually here on a case.” Morgan felt his heart speed up and his hands clench as he noticed Spencer making his way back over.

His eyes glanced back over to the two men he had tried so hard to impress in school. And, even though he was a grown man now and knew better, he felt that familiar weight made on his chest. What would they think of him, being friends with someone like Spencer?

Guilt plagued him the moment he thought that. Spencer was his little brother, he was a genius, he was amazing and talented. But, he was odd and quirky. Quirks Morgan had grown to love, but that could be off putting to judgemental strangers.

Spencer was having a day when he was a little overstimulated, and therefore appeared more autistic than usual. What would Denzel and Micheal think?

Spencer walked over, hands softly swaying at his sides as he hummed. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a squeak came out. He blushed in embarrassment and frustration, annoyed he was still non-verbal from early in the day when he got overwhelmed. He was lifting his hands to sign when a voice stopped him.

“Is he like… a witness?”

Morgan gulped, glancing at Spencer, “uh, no. He’s a member of my team at the FBI.”

Denzel scoffed, “seriously? They really just hire anyone now, huh?”

Morgan stuttered, not knowing what to say or do. Why did he feel like this? frozen?

“Too bad you got stuck with a retard on your team,” Micheal shook his head, “reminds me of when I got paired with Bennett for that school project. Well, we’ll let you get back to work. It was nice seeing you.”

Then words that Morgan would soon regret left his mouth, “Of course, you too.”

When the two men turned the corner, Morgan turned to see Spencer. He was looking down, pure hurt shining in his eyes with his arms hanging limply at his side.

Morgan walked over hesitantly, “Reid…”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Spencer softly asked, having seemingly regained his ability to speak.

“I don’t know… I didn’t know what to say,” Morgan muttered, not meeting Spencer’s eyes in shame.

Spencer slowly nodded, hurt still written on his face, “who’s Bennett?”

Morgan froze, panic building in him. He was supposed to have left that part of his life in high school, “he just was some kid in our grade.”

Spencer shook his head, “you don’t get that look on your face over a random person.”

Morgan sighed and took a deep breath, “Bennett was a kid in my class, he was autistic. We weren’t the nicest to him.”

Spencer’s eyes widened, “What did you do?” he whispered

Morgan grimaced and braced himself for Spencer’s reaction, “we made fun of him. We would… clap next to his ears to overwhelm him,” his voice got quieter and quieter as he went on, “One time we… we asked him to hang out after school, only to jump him when he got there.”

Morgan hated the version of himself he was in high school, an angry teen who took his problems out on innocent people around him. He remembered how excited Bennett was when they asked him to hang out, his hand flapping as he rapidly nodded. He remembered the next day when he didn’t show up for school and how over the next few days, he found out Bennett had transferred schools.

He was snapped out of his flashback by Spencer’s wide eyes studying him in horror, desperately searching for a sign this wasn’t true. That Morgan was playing some sick joke on him.

“Why?” was all Spencer said.

Morgan blinked back tears and cleared his throat, “I was in a lot of pain, with what was happening.”

Spencer shook his head, “I was in pain too, I didn’t beat people up. That’s not an excuse.”

“I know,” Morgan nodded, “I was an incredibly angry teen and I shouldn’t have taken it out on people around me. It’s something I have worked on in therapy… I wish I could apologize to Bennett. Show him how much I’ve grown and tell him he didn’t deserve what we did to him.”

“I’m sure Garcia could track him down,” Spencer responded, shocking Morgan.

“Do you think… you could help me with what I should do?” Morgan asked, a humble and genuine expression on his face.

Spencer smiled, glad this was the man that angry teen had turned into, “I’d love too.”

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ok this is a bit complicated so bare with me

spence is a medical doctor but still works at the bau. the bau have to get like an annual medical test and one of them is a blood test.

moreid centric so reid is the one drawing the blood and morgan's scared of them. (derek said that he's gonna pass out and spence said things like i can take your blood when you're unconciouss") emily, jj, and everyone is watching and laughing but derek's nearly having a panic attack. spence then ordered everyone to get out and calm him down. he stopped mocking him and just being so gentle with him like he handle a lil kid who's afraid of needle.

this is kinda complicated and i just taught ab it in my daydreams lol it would mean a lot if you can write it for me, you dont have to though. luv ur writings, ty!!

<3 moreid <3 omg i want more characterxcharacter requests

"Spencer," As if the lack of professionality in using Spencer's first name wasn't evidence enough that Derek was panicking, his eyes were wide and intense too, locked on the needle in Spencer's hand, "I'm not kidding. I'm gonna pass out."

"It doesn't matter," Spencer shrugged, a soft smirk on his lips as he watched the usually cool, calm, and collected officer fall apart, "I can still draw blood even if you're unconscious."

Derek's eyes snapped shut, a grimace taking over his expression. And suddenly, it didn't seem funny. The shallow breathing that the man exhibited no longer seemed like grandiose dramatics put on for entertainment purposes, to get a few laughs. Instead they seemed real, ragged, and desperate.

The tightening of his muscles didn't seem like an effort to show them off, instead, his chest was stiff and his arms were pressed up against the wall behind him, holding on for dear life.

The way he'd scrambled up and out of the chair wasn't Morgan making Reid's job more difficult, it was Reid making Morgan's life more difficult.

Spencer finally snapped out of his discerning trance, hearing JJ's voice from across the room, "Oh, come on, you big baby. It's just a shot."

"Yeah," Penelope giggled, "I've seen seven year-olds take that more gracefully than you."

"Jack was better than this at three." Hotch piped up, an amused, seldom-seen smirk on his face.

"Guys," Reid spoke up, his voice much less light and airy than before, now grounded and strong, "Enough."

He didn't think he'd ever spoken with that much raw authority to his coworkers before. Sure, he'd given orders, he'd interrogated suspects, but he'd never silenced his team with two words before.

"Reid, we were-"

"Just give me a minute alone with him." Spencer glanced back at Derek, who was tracking everyone's movements with anxious eyes.

His coworkers, blissfully unaware and unrelating to the raw panic radiating off of Derek, shared a confused look. One by one, they stood, faces much more serious than when they'd been taunting Derek only moments ago. A few even mumbled out a mediocre apology to Spencer, as if he was the one that needed it.

"Derek," Spencer mirrored the man's former unprofessionalism, his voice soft and gentle as he set the needle down, stepping forwards a few steps, "I'm sorry for teasing you."

"It's stupid," Derek gritted out, his chest still heaving, "Hotch said- I'm in my thirties."

"It's not stupid," Spencer shook his head, walking closer and closer to Derek, "It's a phobia. I'm sorry I didn't realize before, I thought you were messing around."

"Don't apologize," Derek shook his head, screwing his eyes shut again, "I just- I can't do this."

"You have to," Spencer grimaced, finally standing in front of Derek, "I'm sorry, I wish there was some other alternative."

"I can't," Derek urged, "You don't understand, my brain won't let me-"

"I do understand." Spencer admitted, "Phobias can be crippling. And any situation seems better than this one right now. But this is mandatory, you have to complete these tests if you want to keep working here. If you don't do it now, you'll have to do it later, and I probably won't be the one administering the shot. Can I please help you with it today? I don't want you to have to do this again."

Spencer swore that he'd never seen Derek look closer to tears without actually crying. His chin was wobbling, his eyes glassy as his fingers clenched into fists to ground himself.

"I'll go slow," Spencer crooned, keeping his voice sweet and soothing, "Or- or fast, if that would help. You call the shots here- sorry, bad phrasing. But you know what I mean, you're in charge. Just because you need to complete the end goal doesn't mean you can't dictate the process."

"Nothing you can do will distract me."

"Actually," Spencer strode back to his desk, picking up an envelope from inside of his drawer, "I think these will keep you entertained for hours."

"What-"

"Baby pictures." Spencer pulled out a thick stack of photos, a slight blush on his face as he looked at the one on the top, "My mom sent them to me the other day. I kept meaning to get them out of here so that no one else could see them, but I guess it's good that I didn't."

"You can't possibly think that a few pictures of you as a kid are gonna distract me from a needle in my arm."

"I'm wearing a tie at age six," Spencer brandished the photo in question, one eyebrow raised, "You just told me the other day that you would bet money that I came out of my mom with a sweater vest on. I thought you'd want to see them. But if you don't want to," Spencer teasingly slipped the photos back into the envelope, heading back for his desk, "I can just-"

"Give me the pictures." Derek sighed, shakily peeling himself off of the wall he'd been leaning against, "Damn you and your stupid little baby glasses."

"I was six," Spencer chuckled, "I wasn't a baby."

"You're still a baby," Derek scoffed, "You're afraid of the dark."

"You're afraid of needles." Spencer deadpanned, leading Derek to his seat, "Did you forget what this was about?"

"Right," Derek sighed, his breath trembling in his throat, "Sorry, I-"

"Don't be sorry," Spencer shushed him, "That means the pictures worked. You were distracted, and you forgot about the shot. Keep looking, I'm pretty sure there's one in there of me reading War and Peace at far too young an age."

"Anything before sixty is far too young to read War and Peace," Derek grumbled, sifting through the photos in his lap "But, uh.. Thanks, Spencer."

Spencer smiled softly, the expression barely discernable as he rolled up the sleeve of Derek's t-shirt, "Just don't tell anyone else about the pictures."

"I can't promise that," Derek laughed incredulously, brandishing a picture of Spencer standing outside his university, two feet shorter and ten years younger than all of the other students there, "I'm keeping this one."

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astrophileous · 6 months

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fem!reader x derek morgan, where they're like really flirty and i mean like kissing, holding hands, reader sits on his lap.

and after a case hotch is like yelling at derek because they had a disagreement, and reader comes in and was like "stop yelling at my best friend!" and he freezes because he genuinely thought that they were dating.

and they get teased n shit, and later reader cant sleep so derek is playing with her hair and he mumbles "i love you." and she says it back, and her words are slurred because shes so tired.

ty for the request honey!! I changed a few details abt it, I hope that's okay?? The main gist is still the same tho so I hope you like this ❤️

Warning(s): fem!reader, profanities, angst a lil bit bcs Derek is having inner turmoil, mutual pining (they're both idiots)

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

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"It wasn't his fault."

Your voice cut through the silence as an unforeseen rapier. Every pair of eyes in the station fell on you in instinct. You despised the attention with every fiber of your being, but in that moment, there was nothing you wouldn't do to save Derek from being appointed as the fall guy, including offering yourself up as a temporary human spectacle as you stepped forward to where the three men were huddled up.

"Agent (Y/L/N)," Hotch warned in his familiar commanding lull.

"Sweet girl," Derek's voice came a little quieter, "what are you doing?"

You ignored your two fellow teammates as you faced the tall man between them. "I'm sorry, Sheriff. We never intended to overstep your authority. We didn't know the witness was one of our UnSubs when we visited his house. Agent Morgan was only acting in favor of my safety, so really, if there's anyone you should be mad at, it should be me."

The sheriff assessed you with rancorous eyes before turning back towards Hotch. "Get your team under control, Agent. Remember that y'all are a guest here."

With that last message, the sheriff walked away and disappeared into his office. Hotch turned to you and Derek following the sheriff's departure. "We'll talk about this later."

Once Hotch was out of earshot, Derek pulled you towards him. The rest of the station had already returned towards their previous tasks, safe for several pairs of eyes belonging to your other team members who seemed too eager to catch a snippet of your conversation with Derek. Before you could reprimand them, Derek's voice suddenly erupted, "What the hell are you doing?"

You turned your head and frowned. "What?"

"Why did you say all of that stuff to the sheriff, sweetheart?"

"Because it's the truth? You did make that call because you were protecting me, right?"

"I did, but you still didn't need to do any of that. I can take care of it myself."

"Derek—" you sighed, plopping your hand right on top of his shoulder, "—I know you can take care of pretty much everything by yourself, but I don't want you cleaning up my mess just for the sake of our relationship. Let me handle it on my own, okay?"

A hot remark was ready on the tip of Derek's tongue, but the words were soon forgotten when he heard the single word that cut off the circulation completely from his brain. Dumbfoundedly, he stared at you as he said, "Relationship?"

"Well, yeah." You smiled, dragging your hand upward from his shoulder until you were cupping his cheek. "You're my best friend, Derek."

Just as fast as you had flown him to the clouds, you sent Derek plummeting straight towards the ground where he imploded into pieces. The man could barely register the feeling of your lips on his other cheek before he watched you stride away, leaving him standing in the middle of the station like a deer caught in headlights.

"You're my best friend, Derek," Emily teased from where she was standing a few feet away. Behind her, JJ and Spencer were laughing along. "Seriously, why don't you two just make it official already?"

Derek flipped the three of them off, earning another series of laughter from his coworkers before he walked off towards the direction of the pantry. In the back of his head, Emily's question lingered like a shallow wind.

Seriously, why don't you two just make it official already?

Maybe because Derek thought you were official.

But apparently, according to you, you weren't.

So what the hell did that kiss that the two of you shared at the end of your last movie night even mean?

For the rest of the team's stay in Pasco, Florida, the ambiguous status of your relationship became a permanent fixture in Derek's mind. It haunted him even after he boarded the BAU's jet, preparing for the flight back home towards Quantico, Virginia. He was too lost in his own world that he didn't realize you had been calling out his name until your hand touched his cheek.

"Hey, you okay?" you asked worriedly.

Derek was sitting on the long sofa at the end of the cabin; and you, as always, were lying on the same sofa with your head resting on his lap. He still remembered the first time the two of you assumed this habit on the jet, receiving cheeky glances and playful jabs from the rest of the team in the aftermath. The teasing had dwindled significantly by now. Everyone was so used to the sight that it didn't warrant a surprised reaction anymore.

Derek, on the other hand, didn't think he could get accustomed to this.

As he stared down towards your inquisitive eyes, Derek realized that the sight of your face still took his breath away as much as it did the first time he laid eyes upon you. He brought down a finger and ran them up and down your cheek, his heart inflating when you rewarded him with a gleaming smile.

"Wanna come over tonight? We didn't finish that movie last week," you offered.

At the mention of your last movie night, Derek's mind traveled back to the memory of your kiss. It was nothing grand, just a five-seconds heaven where Derek's tongue had tasted remnants of the wine you shared and a little something else that he was sure had uniquely belonged to you. He sealed it with another peck on your forehead after that, wishing you a good night rest and a fantastic dream as he left the comfort of your apartment.

Derek couldn't sleep that night. After all, that was the best kiss the man had ever had in his entire life; but it looked like you hadn't felt the same way as him about it at all.

This knowledge was a stake right through Derek's heart. Everything tasted bitter as he swallowed, and perhaps that was reason enough to why the next words tumbled out of his lips in a reply, "Sorry, sweet girl. I've got errands to run. Next time?"

Derek pretended not to see the way your face collapsed in disappointment at his answer.

Back at his own apartment, Derek proceeded to spend a whole hour flipping through TV channels until his hand was numb. Many of his nights lately were spent in your company, and as the surrounding solitude closed in on him, Derek realized that he didn't remember how to spend nights by himself anymore. He was absentmindedly changing the channel yet again when his finger suddenly stopped frozen on the remote.

Your favorite movie was showing on the TV screen.

Perhaps it was ludicrous to claim that seeing the movie he had always associated with you appear on his TV was a celestial omen, but Derek deemed it an enough sign for him to get his ass off the couch and drove all the way down to your apartment. He stood in front of your door not even twenty minutes later, having sped through traffic as if he were invincible to every threat on the roads. You opened the door for him on the third knock, your eyes blown so widely out of proportion when you spotted him standing on your doorway.

"Derek? What are you doing here?"

"Sweet girl, are you... have you been crying?"

"No."

"Don't lie to me." Derek took two steps forward, closing the front door behind him as he was finally standing inside your apartment. "What's going on, sweetheart?"

His question managed to break the last dam in your ribcage, sending you straight into another flood of uncontrollable tears. You leaped into Derek's arms out of the blue, cramming your face into his chest as your tears soaked the front part of his shirt.

"I'm sorry, Derek. I'm so sorry."

"Sorry? What are you sorry for, sweet girl?"

"T-The kiss. We shouldn't have done that. We shouldn't have k-kissed. It was a mistake."

Derek's stomach crashed squarely towards the ground. "A mistake?"

You nodded against his chest, pulling away to stare directly at Derek's face. Your eyes were red and puffy from hours of crying, and yet, Derek still thought you were the most heavenly creature he had ever seen in his entire life.

"That's w-why you've been acting strange, right? The kiss? Y-You're mad at me because of the kiss?"

"Wait. What—"

"I-I didn't... fuck—I didn't mean for everything to come to this. I never meant t-to make you run from me like this. I'm so, so sorry."

"Sweetheart—"

"I can pretend! Please, I can pretend like it never happened. T-That's what you want, r-right? I can forget about the kiss as long as—"

You didn't have the chance to finish your sentence.

Not when Derek suddenly pressed his lips against yours, seizing the words and the breath thoroughly out of your throat.

Butterflies erupted in the pit of your stomach. Nothing else mattered in the world except for Derek's hands on your skin and the way his tongue danced with yours as he deepened the kiss even further. You could've spent the rest of eternity kissing him like this if it weren't for the need to come up for air. That was the singular reason why you even agreed to pull away at last, albeit reluctantly.

"Derek?" Your voice was thin and fragile amidst the quietude of your home. "I don't understand... I thought—"

"No, sweetheart," Derek cut you off, leaving a quick peck on your lips because he couldn't help himself. "Remember in Florida when you called me your best friend? I thought that was your way of telling me you regretted the kiss."

"What? So... you weren't mad at me?"

"No, of course not." He scoffed incredulously. "How could I ever be mad at you?"

"I just thought—"

"Hey, look at me." Derek tilted your face by the chin until you were looking directly into his eyes. "I'm yours, (Y/N). Do you understand?"

"Yes," you whispered. "I'm yours, too, Derek. Forever."

Derek spent the night at your home afterward. Although it wasn't the first time he stayed over, something about it felt fresh and brand new as he lay on your bed as officially yours while you lay next to him as officially his. He nuzzled your body flush against him, entangling every inch of your limbs with his own as he listened to the steady intakes and outtakes of your breathing.

"I love you, sweetheart," Derek murmured against your hair, playing with the end of the strands as he heard you let out another tired sigh. "You know that, right?"

"Hmm? I love you, too," you mumbled blearily, burrowing yourself deeper into his warmth before sleep finally took over your whole being.

Safe to say, you had the best sleep that night than you ever did in your entire lifetime.

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*Gif and pics not mine credits to the owner*

❝𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍❞

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inej-ruination-ghafa · 1 year

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DISASTER STRIKES - D.M

Warnings: explosions, near death experience, hospitals, mentions of IV drips, blood

Pairing: S2!Derek Morgan x Fem!Reader

Summary: he knew the job that you did but he had never expected anything bad to ever happen to you (Based loosley off of 02x10)

Wordcount: 2.5k

Derek had worked on countless cases with you since you had joined the BAU just over 18 months ago. Everyone had said that you instantly fit into the group and that you were perfect for the job. You had made mistakes but everyone had but you had made your biggest mistake today.

You had been in a house that was a bomb threat and you had heard Hotch yelling for you to get out just a few seconds too late, the blast flinging you out of the house and into the distance, head hitting a nearby tree as you just lay there, unconscious as everyone rushed to your side.

Morgan and Reid stood in the office that they had been assigned to for the mission, talking together when JJ rushed into the office, the two watching in confusion as she scrambled for the remote control, switching the small TV set on.

Derek watched, brows furrowed as he stared at the breaking news report of some house having blown up in a small field. He just shrugged, “What’s this about JJ?” He questioned, eyes scanning the conveyor belt of news, “It's just a gas leak, it says the owners weren’t in,”

“That’s not a gas leak, that’s the house that Hotch and L/N are at,” she stated and as the three listened to the man state the address, Derek's heart sank in his chest.

He shook his head in disbelief, “She’s with Prentiss,” he stated, sure of himself as he reached into his pocket, pulling his phone out and dialling your number quickly.

“She went with Hotch instead, he needed backup and she went with him,” JJ explained, listening to the monotonous drumming of the calling tune as it kept repeating itself.

That’s when the situation sunk in, Reid and Morgan realising what had happened when you didn't answer your phone. Derek shook his head as he redialled your number, listening to your voice ring out telling them to leave a message after the beep.

��Damn it!” He exclaimed, throwing his phone onto the table, running his hands over his head as he looked around.

You were his best friend in every way that counted and he had never thought that you would ever be injured on a mission. He couldn’t understand why there was such a sinking feeling in his gut, why his heart was pounding in his chest as he tried to figure out what he could do. He hadn’t felt this helpless since his father had died and thaat was over two decades ago.

“I’m gonna call Hotch,” Spencer said, reaching over to the table and grabbing his phone, calling his number.

He watched as Derek paced back and forth as they waited for him to answer. Reid had never seen him so worried. Even when Elle had been shot, he had faith that she would be okay but as he watched Derek stand there, whispering some sort of prayer under his breath, he knew that this man was worried - not just about a team mate - but about someone he loved.

He had been a profiler for long enough to know when someone was in love. They had all seen the way that the two of you looked at one another and there were bets going around to see how long it would take for you to get together but now, nobody knew if you were even okay.

Derek let out a sigh of relief when the phone rang through, Hotchs voice echoing through the phone, “No, I don’t know her blood type! Just get it all ready-” he said, not realising that he had already clicked the call button. He pulled the phone up to his ear, “Hey guys,”

Derek, who had heard the previous statement, shook his head, taking the phone from Spencer and holding it in his hand, putting it on speaker.

“Hotch, what the hell is going on?” He asked, his voice tense and worried, eyes focused on the phone and nothing else.

“One second Morgan,” Hotch said, covering up his phone as he stepped into the ambulance with you on the stretcher, having a quick conversation with the paramedic by your side. He pulled the phone back up to his ear, “Sorry about that. The bomb went off,”

Derek scoffed, one hand going up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “Obviously, but what’s going on? Put Y/N on the phone, she’s not picking up,” he said.

His voice was hopeful, almost like you had just left your phone in the house and that you weren't able to answer. He was dreading the answer he was going to receive, already guessing what he was going to say.

Hotch sighed, looking down at you on the stretcher as the ambulance set off, “Something happened Derek,” he stated, unsure how to phrase it.

He had seen the way that Derek looked at you and he didn't know how to break the news to him - he knew how he would react if it was Haley so this made his heart sink in his chest.

When Derek heard the sound of the ambulance sirens through the phone, he already had his answer, “The bomb went off and she didnt get out in time. She hit her head and a piece of the wood scraped her. They’re fixing her up right now, they think the wound will be okay but they don’t know the extent of the head wound right now,” he explained, feeling awful for having to deliver the news to Morgan.

Derek swore loudly as he took in the news, heart sinking as he thought about you lying there. “Which hospital are you going to?” He asked, trying not to show the crack in his voice.

Hotch stated the hospital and Derek nodded, stating that he would be there as soon as he could be. As soon as he hung up, he grabbed his bag and slung it over his back, the other two getting in the cop car that the station was lending them

As he sat in the taxi, he thought about you lying in the hospital, not waking up. It made him think about everything that he hadn’t been able to say to you over the years. He wanted to tell you everything about him, tell you that he was sorry for any argument.

“She’s going to be okay Morgan,” JJ said, able to see the turmoil in him at everything that he wasn’t able to say to you, “She’s strong,”

“I know that,” he said, shaking his head with a scoff, “We got in an argument before she left, it was so stupid-”

“-and now you feel stupid,” JJ finished the sentence for him and he nodded.

He pursed his lips together as he fidgeted with his hands, trying to keep up the person of being the strongest member of the team. He didn't want to

“There’s just so much I wish I’d have said instead,” he stated, looking through the window as he thought about you.

He wanted to tell you that you were the most beautiful woman that he had ever laid his eyes on and tell you that he wished that he never had to spend one day away from you.

That’s when the feeling really sank in and he realised that he had fallen completely in love with you and may have always been in love with you. It felt like the feeling had always been there, buried deep in his chest but he was just too scared to let it out.

As soon as they had gotten to the hospital, he rushed up to the elevator, asking every single doctor where you were, showing them his FBI badge to make it go faster and before he knew it, he was standing outside of your room, staring at the door.

“She’s okay, they think she’ll wake up soon,” Hotch said, looking at the man. He had never seen Derek look so heartbroken, his eyes sunken as he just looked at you through the glass in the door.

“What if she's not okay?” He asked, hiding the crack in his voice.

“She will be,” Hotch said, placing his hand on his friends shoulder to try to comfort him, “She cares about you more than anybody else in this entire world you know,”

Morgan's head snapped over, looking at Hotch with the softest eyes he’d ever seen, “She’ll be okay,” he repeated, unsure who he was trying to reassure with the words.

He took a deep breath, reaching down to grab the handle before opening the door slowly as to not wake you up. He walked over, dragging a neaarby seat so that he could come sit next to you.

Derek watched you as you slept, your head bandaged from where you had hit your head and he felt slightly sick at the bit of blood that had leaked through from the side of the bandage - and he was not a squeamish man at all.

You seemed at peace as you lay there, arm attached to an IV drip and he couldn’t help but reach over, brushing a piece of hair that had fallen out fo the bandage behind your head, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Don’t die on me L/N,” he whispered, hand reaching down to hold onto yours.

You squeezed his hand gently, eyes fluttering open as you looked at his confused expression, “You really thought you could get rid of me that easily?” You muttered, your voice weak.

You had never seen him look so worried, eyes wide and mouth open as he looked down at you. He whispered your name in shock and you just smiled at him.

“I thought you were dead,” he stated and you could tell that he was trying to hold himself together. He had been trying to do that all day and now that he was with you again, he knew he could just be himself.

“I wouldn’t have done that to you,” you said, squeezing his hand when you noticed the tears welling up in his eyes, “So, tell me the damage doctor,”

He brushed the singular tear away, a smile on his face at your teasing tone, “Concussion, no permanent brain damage, you vut yourself all along your right side but they don’t think it will get infected,” he explained.

You shrugged, a smile on your face as you tried to sit up, wincing slightly, “That explains why my head hurts so much,” you stated, having ignored the light thrumming in your head and the sick feeling in your stomach.

His eyes went wide in horror, “I'll get you a doctor,” he said, standing up and you chuckled to yourself.

“No, no, just sit with me for a minute Derek,” you said, watching as he sat back down again. You had never seen him so jittery, he had always been his charming perfect self and now he seemed like he was falling apart and it was all over you.

That’s when you noticed that he was just staring at you, eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips and you had never seen him look so soft before.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You questioned, brows furrowed as you tried to decode your friend who you knew was more than a friend.

He shrugged and you could see his charming persona coming back through, “Like what?” He asked, his tone teasing.

“Like that,” you said, trying to ignore the heat rising up your cheeks. You had always been in love with Derek Morgan, ever since the moment you had laid eyes on him on your first day at the bureau and now he was here by your side, waiting on you.

He smiled at you, taking a deep breath and you wondered why he was taking so long to speak, “I love you,” he stated.

Your eyes went wide and you leant forward, confusion etched on your face, “You what?” You questioned, unable to comprehend the words.

You had never expected him to ever feel that way towards you, not when he had every single woman in America falling down at his feet. You never thought that he would choose you.

“I love you. So much,” Derek said, bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it gently, “When I saw the news, my whole world stopped and I realised that you were my whole world. Sweetheart, I don’t want to spend any more time without you,”

He sat there for a second, wondering what to say to you. He had never told someone that before and he had never been that vulnerable in front of anybody and your lack of response was worrying him. His smile started to fall when you didn't respond as he jumped to the conclusion that you didn't feel the same.

“I love you too,” you said quickly and his eyes lit up, the smile coming back to his face, “I kind of always have,”

You couldn’t fake the kind of joy on his face as you looked at him, it was like he was the happiest he had ever been and in some ways, he was.

“When that bomb went off, you were the only thing that I thought of,” you explained, trying not to dwell too much on what had happened.

He leant over, his eyes flickering back down to your lips, silently asking for permission and with your other arm, you grabbed his collar, pulling him down into a kiss.

When you pulled away, you smiled into the kiss, looking up at him to see his eyes closed. You had always wondered what it would be like to kiss Derek Morgan, notorious womaniser and you weren't let down. He was perfect and he was all yours

“Why don’t you stay round mine while you’re recovering?” He asked, his signature smirk coming back to his face.

You shook your head in disbelief, a smile etched into your face and you knew you would smile for the rest of your life with him, “It's just a small injury,” you stated.

“I have to make sure you’re okay,” he said and you were convinced, with that face, you would agree to anything.

“Okay Morgan, I might never leave though,” you said teasingly and he nodded, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Sounds good to me baby,” he said, a hand coming up to gently brush against your cheek, “Just next time you go into a building with a bomb in it and Hotch tells you to get out, you get out a little faster,”

“If i get this treatment from you every time I get hurt, I would have done this a long time ago,” you said, a smile on your face, “Now kiss me again Morgan,”

As he leant back in, the hand on your cheek coming to rest behind your head so you didn't hurt yourself too much, neither of you noticed the group forming by the window. Spencer and Emily were handing JJ bank notes whilst Garcia reached for her camera, taking a picture through the window and Hotch just stood there, a smile on his face as you both finally admitted your love for one another.

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