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Remember when I said if you had a tattoo Spencer would mindlessly doodle your tattoo from memory on pieces of paper while working because it helps him think…. Yeahhhh. Yeah I remember that

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the one that got away

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i cant stop thinking about thisssss . they are so !!! hes so in love stfu This is insane i needed to see their slow burn . we were so robbed

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Derek Morgan in every episode

103: Won't Get Fooled Again

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i wish i knew you wanted me - s.r.

a/n: okay this ended up being so so long forgive me!!! i hope you like<3 summary: based loosely on 'bad habit'. spencer got asked out by reader 5 years ago, when he was recovering from his dilaudid addiction, and turned her down. now, he's in love with her, and pining for her. also, jealous!spencer. she fell first, he fell harder. wc: ~2k

She’s very pretty. It’s distracting. Right now, she’s staring intently at his hands, and he feels hot under her gaze. It’s been a while since he’s done this, the little rocket trick, but she’s visiting the office, and Garcia had mentioned he’s a magician. 

“That’s incredible!” She exclaims, a giggle in her laugh, and he feels the swoop of his stomach, the butterflies of it all, “You got them so high up!”

“It’s just physics,” he laughs, meeting her warm gaze. Her smile is one for the ages. 

She’s here dropping off a file. They’ve known eachother a really long time, actually. She was an expert witness for them, once, years ago. She spoke with ease, both on the stand and in person. Equal measure kind and measured, and Spencer had adored her on first glance. They’d met when he was just getting clean from Dilaudid, and Spencer’s been in love with her since not long after than first meeting. That’s pretty much the only thing about her he wishes he could take back. 

He still has a hard time thinking about it, the fact that he met her when he was barely himself. Still, she’d been kind, listened to him talk and let the others tell her that he was…going through something. It was on his two month sobriety date (which she’d had no way of knowing) that she’d asked him out. 

Sometimes, when he can’t sleep, he replays the memory in his head. How she works just south of their office, and how they’d meet at the café nearest, and chat for an hour before calling a cab home. 

On the other side of the veil, he can picture that night, years ago now. How she’d looked with the snow kissing her nose, dotting the edges of her faux-fur hood. She’d stuck out her tongue to catch a snowflake, and he’d almost combusted and the adorability of it. 

“You look nice,” she’d said, although at the time he’s pretty sure he looked gaunt. He’d only recently started to gain the weight back- but still, her praise felt like stardust. 

“You look nicer,” he’d said back, gently bumping her shoulder as a fond gesture. Her little grin is well-worth how awkward they both look on the street.

“Listen,” she had said, stuffing her hands into her pockets, the size of the coat causing her hands to disapear from sight entirely, “I asked JJ and Morgan, and they said you’re not seeing anyone.”

“Oh, yeah. They love reminding me of that. Not everyone can be like Morgan and have dated half the western hemsiphere.”

He felt embarrassed, her watching him. It’s nice, but sometimes feels like staring into the sun. 

Her chuckle was nervous, not fully reaching her eyes. 

“You okay? 

“Yeah,” she swallowed again, before speaking, “I was wondering, um, if you might want to grab a drink with me?”

“Sure,” he’d replied back, amenably. He couldn’t tell why she looked so nervous, “I can’t really do hard liquor, though. Maybe we can invite the team.”

“No, Spence, I was wondering if you and I could go on a um, a date.”

And he’s frozen. Because this might be the second time he’d ever been asked out, and second, this might be his dream girl. She’s gorgeous and kind and she’s in front of him, asking him out. 

“I um,” his mouth was dry. He’d be a bad boyfriend. He was a recovering drug addict who already was bad at talking to people, and she lit up a room whenever she walked in. She finds him easy to be with, easy to care for and he’s bound to fuck it up. He couldn’t imagine giving that up because he was too greedy to take what he got. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

He almost took it back with incredible speed, with that flash of disapointment on her lovely face, and the knowledge that it’s because she wanted him, before she quickly regained her speech.

“That’s totally alright! We’ll just be good friends, yeah?”

In the here and now, they are friends. Best of, really. And he made the right choice. He’d lashed out at Emily a month later in a withdrawl, and he knows that he’d have done the same to her, and now, she’s still in his life. 

The drawbacks of course, to being her friend, means she has dates. Boyfriends, as well, and he’s been a…friend, through it all. Good friend. She’s never suspeced him of anything more, of course, after he’d categorically rejected it. 

(Even though this rejection plays in his head all the fucking time, like a torturous groundhog day.)

She’s beautiful today, a blue blouse with a scarf lazily around her neck, and the way she’s leaning over his desk to see the  trick before she drops off her analysis. 

“Alright, Spence,” she says, her rose perfume wafting in the air prior to her hopping off the corner, “Did you need anything else? Today is my half-day, and Harry wanted to take me to Art Insititute.”

Harry, is the boy on rotation at the moment. Spencer has no impulse control and a super-computer expert best friend, so Spencer knows that Harry is 6’0 on his Driver’s License, and is a Financial Analyst. Spencer knows from her own mouth that this will be the third date, and that he’s a little boring but she’s attracted to the fact that he was direct and wanted to go out again. 

Low bar, but one Spencer couldn’t even clear. He doesn’t say any of that, though.

“That sounds fun,” he says, instead of saying that he’d love to walk her through the inscriptions on each art piece, love to kiss her in front of something thats’ beauty does not come close to her’s. “Are you thinking it might run long, or are we still doing the bookstore and TV at mine after?”

He’s been looking forward to this all week. He bought special marshmallows for her cocoa. He also htes to imagine her date running long. 

“Nah,” she smiles, “besides, he’s just some guy. You’re Spencer.”

Morgan doesn’t say anything when he looks down at his. paperwork, and scribbles instead of thinking, the best he can. 

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Don’t think about the fact she was on a date. Don’t think about how Harry might have got to kiss her. Just don’t bring it up. 

“How was the date?”

She shrugged, pulling at the spine of a hardcover novel. 

“It was fine. Like I said, he was kind of boring.”

“So why’d you go out with him again?”

“I dunno, Spence, I just… I want a boyfriend, you know? I want someone to want to be with me.”

She is so beautiful. She laughs with her whole chest, and she listens to his stories and chimes in with her own expertise. She has a voice that seems like it’s spun gold thread, and he’d give anything to kiss her. 

“I get that,” he says, instead of anything he’s thinking. She’s wearing brown lipstick, transfer proof. He’s in love with her. “There’s got to be guys lining up for a girl like you.”

“That’s a nice thought, Spence. Not the ones I’d like.”

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This thought haunts his evening, and when he parks and they start the walk-up to his apartment, a confession hammering at his throat, a physical urge. She’s giggling at some long physics joke he’d made, and he’s addicted to the soft bell of her laughter.

His apartment is small and lovely, and he enjoys having her in the small and dark of the night, the sun set over what he wishes were two lovers. 

“You are really pretty, you know,” he says, once she’s settled into his chest, a sick satisfaction of knowing Harry got a quick thank you text before she darted over to Spencer’s arms. 

“Thanks, Spencer. You’re a good friend.”

“Why do you always say that?”

“That you’re a good friend?”

“I’m not saying you’re pretty because I’m a good friend. I’m saying it because it’s true, and I enjoy saying true things.” 

“You don’t…I don’t know why you’re saying that, Spencer. We’re friends and I adore you and I’m here right now, but you don’t need to make it harder on me.”

She looks nervous, and a little disapointed. He wants her to know, that even if he’s missed his shot, she’s not going to be alone. He’s gonna spend the rest of his life hating whoever knew to take the best thing offered to him, but Spencer- he knows he is not going to be the last to love her. He grabs her hand without thinking, her doe eyes peering into his with some emotion he can’t pin down. 

“Hey, I’m not trying…to make anything hard for you. I don’t ever want to do that. I just… some day someone’s gonna see you and want to be with you and I’m going to watch it and know it was inevitable.” 

The words taste like barbed wire. 

Ask me again, he wants to beg, I’m ready now. I’ll do it right. 

Is that even true? Is it just that he wants her bad enough he’s willing to risk not doing it right?

“You’re so sweet,” she sobs, and oh, she’s crying. Just a little, but tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “You make it so hard to be your friend. And I know that’s my problem, that you’ve always been straight up with me. I asked you out and you said no, and I know that-“

“I know that I was too late, and freaked out about being with someone like you when I was still so fucked up.” they’re so close to eachother, he can smell her chapstick. His chest aches. “Sweetheart, that had nothing to do with you. It was all me. It’s a train I missed that I’m gonna spend the rest of my life wishing I’d caught.”

He feels uncomfortably bare, even in the oversized sweater that she’d gotten him last Christmas, and that he’d pretended had been from his lover all of that week. But it’s important that she knows.

“What do you mean, ‘too late’?”

Her voice is small, so quiet he barely hears it. She threads her nimble fingers into his slender ones, and his heart is hammering. 

“I-I was on Dilaudid, or just barely off, you know- you wouldn’t want to be with someone like me. You asked me out when you didn’t even know that.”

“I know you now. Years worth of knowing.”

“And you haven’t asked me since.” 

“Spencer,” her voice is warm, rich like silk and grainy old music, and he wants to drink this image in, her fingers stroking the side of his face like he’s holy. He wonders if he’s dreaming, with how good she feels to be so close to. 

Ask me again, he wants to beg. I’m ready, now. 

“Spencer Walter Reid,” she says, properly holding his hand, bringing her soft lips to his hand, kissing his knuckle. He feels anointed, blessed by a higher power. “Could I take you out on a date?”

“Yes,” he says, finally. Five years of waiting melts away as he kisses her, warmth and light seeping into existence, a dream brought to tangible life, to touch and reality, “Actually, wait,” he says, and finishes before her face can fall, “Would you be my girlfriend?”

It’s maybe playing his cards too much, but her wide, ear to ear splitting grin is everything he needs to see, everything he might need to see for the rest of his life. 

“Took you long enough, boy-genius.”

“All you had to do was ask again!”

If she has a complaint about that, it certainly couldn’t be heard by the many, many kisses that would follow. 

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“how terribly useless is my love for you if it wasn’t enough to make you stay…”

a little spencelle text post collection bcus my god do i miss them </3

credits — f. scott fitzgerald, the great gatsby || @/inanotherunivrse on tumblr || ernest hemingway, the garden of eden || unknown || haruki murakami, norwegian wood || leigh bardugo, ruin and rising || sue zhao, “I loved you in all the ways that I could”

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he’s so babygirl 😮‍💨

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omg im never gonna get this friggin fanfic done bc of my writers block HELPPPPP PLSS it'll be out soon tho dw...

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Me because Derek Morgan x reader is full of Aaron and Spencer fics

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No one will ever top him, i have learned the hard way..

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this video 😭😭😭 shemar is such a mood

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𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒔, derek morgan

derek morgan x shy!reader (908 words)

in which derek kisses you for the first time and you say ‘thank you’

warnings: none, tooth rotting fluff 🫶🏻

note!: inspired by gilmore girls!!

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You run through the raining street, giggles escaping your lips at the circumstances. Derek has his coat over the both of you, trying to protect you from getting wet as you speed to your house. Your hand clutches him arm to make sure he's going on the right way.

You feel giddy, it's your fourth date and you wonder if it can get any better than this. It feels well deserved after months of pining and flirting. Or better, him flirting with you endlessly while you fluster every single time.

Now that there's actually something going on between you, he takes things more gently and your heart warms at him being overly respectful with you. Small gestures as holding your hand whenever you're walking side by side, always taking the side closest to the road when you're on a side walk and insisting to pay the bill at every chance he gets.

Once you reach the porch, your breathing is uneven - the giggling mess not helping much on it. Derek throws the jacket over your shoulders, rubbing your arms up and down to warm you up.

"You okay?" He asks, way less affected by the running than you. Damn him and always being in shape.

"Yeah- yeah, i'm okay." You breath out, pulling the coat tighter around yourself. You find yourself hoping he forgets to take it back so you can have it for a little longer.

"Cosy?" He teases with a smile. Warmth spreads across your chest and neck, feeling suddenly embarrassed that he noticed your attention for his coat.

"Mhm. You sure you don't wanna come in?" You look at the raining pouring and the way the sky is starting to get dark. The idea of him going back there doesn't please you at all.

"Yeah, don't worry about me, sweetheart. Get yourself warm, don't want you catching a cold." He takes a step closer, wiping a droplet of water from your cheek.

You all but manage to nod before saying, "See you tomorrow?" You know you will, you work together. But you can barely think when he's standing so close.

"See you tomorrow." Derek confirms, not bothering to tease you about it and you feel grateful for it. You wait for him to make a move to leave, not daring to do it before him.

But instead, he moves even closer. His hands cup your face gently, giving you time to pull away. When you don't, he leans in to connect your lips with his in a gentle kiss. You heart races, hands coming up to rest on his chest as your mouth moves against his.

Before it can get any further, he slowly pulls away. Leaving a small peck on your lips before letting go of your face.

"Thank you." You practically squeak out, heat covering your cheeks.

Derek smiles slightly confused and without thinking you rush out a 'bye' before unlocking the door and slamming it shut behind you.

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"He kissed you and you said 'thank you'?" Penelope asks.

"Yes! I'm so embarrassed, i can't believe i did that." You sigh exasperatedly, face falling to your hands. You've been thinking about what you're going to do when you see him all morning. You made sure to tell Pen to arrive earlier so you could seek for her help.

"Well that was very polite." She smiles, trying to lighten the mood.

"No, it was stupid." You pull your head up only to drop it on her shoulder right after. "He's gonna start thinking i'm so weird." You know that's probably too dramatic, but the insecurity is eating you up.

"Oh, angel. He's head over heels for you, i don't think he'd ever find you weird." She rubs your back in a comforting manner.

Once you get yourself together, you thank her quickly before heading to the kitchenette for some coffee. Maybe that will lighten your mood.

Too engrossed in choosing between oat or regular milk, you don't notice Derek approach you. His hands touch your waist and you jump almost immediately. Mug almost flying off your hand if it wasn't for him reaching to steady your hand.

"Didn't mean to spook you, angel." He turns you to face him, your back against the counter as he stands close to you.

"Hi. S'okay." You mumble shily, grateful that he seems to act as if nothing happened.

"Hi." Derek's voice sounds gentle, looking around to make sure there's no one around before saying, "Do i get a good morning kiss?"

You grow hot but can't help but feel tempted, making note to not embarrass yourself again. With a small nod, you lay one hand on his arm to steady yourself and press a small kiss to his lips. His lips chase yours once you pull away, leaving a slightly longer kiss on them.

"Thank you." Derek says, a smile spreading across his lips.

"Derek!" You gasp embarrassed, hands covering your face. You were foolish enough to think he hadn't noticed.

"Sorry, sorry." He chuckles amusingly, pulling your hands away from your face and kissing both of them.

"You're mean." You mumble with a pout that makes him think this is even more endearing.

"You're adorable." He retorts, making all the anxieties you had earlier disappear. He pulls you in a hug, squeezing you tightly before kissing your temple reassuringly.

"Let me help you make that coffee." He adds. You're just grateful that he's him after all.

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when I want Derek Morgan fanfics and I am only getting spencer Reid and Aaron Hotchner ones (no hate love them so much but girl wants some Derek Morgan)

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Smooth talker [D.M]

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟿𝟺𝟼 𝙲𝚆: 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙶𝙽 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

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            The sun was bright, almost blinding as Derek stood in the park, squinting against the golden rays that filtered through the trees. He was out for a casual jog, trying to enjoy a rare day off. But then, he saw you. At first, you were just a figure in the distance, blending in with the hustle and bustle of people moving about their day. But something about you caught his eye - something familiar, though he couldn't quite place it.

            He slowed down, heart picking up a different kind of pace as he watched you walk past. You were absorbed in your own world, oblivious to the people around you. And that’s when it hit him.

            He had seen you before. Maybe not here, maybe not now, but in some way, in some other time or place, maybe even in some other life - you were familiar to him. He couldn’t shake the feeling. He had to know who you were.

            With a deep breath and that signature Derek Morgan confidence, he jogged over, catching up with you easily. "Excuse me," he called out, his voice smooth and warm.

            You turned around, slightly startled but curious. Your eyes met his, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to fade away. Derek flashed a charming smile, the kind that could melt anyone’s defenses.

            "I know this is going to sound crazy, but... I feel like I've seen you before." His tone was easygoing, but there was a sincerity in his eyes that made you pause. "Do we know each other?"

            You shook your head, giving him a polite smile. "I don't think so."

            Derek chuckled, running a hand over the back of his neck. "Yeah, I figured. But it’s like... I can’t help but feel like I know you. Maybe not in the 'we’ve met before' way, but something about you… it’s familiar."

            You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. "You use that line on everyone you meet?"

            His grin widened. "Nah, just the ones I don’t want to forget."

            You laughed, rolling your eyes, but you couldn’t help but feel a little charmed by him. There was something about Derek, something in the way he carried himself with confidence, yet still had a softness in his eyes when he looked at you.

            “Okay, Mr. Smooth Talker, what’s next? You gonna ask me for my number?”

            He smirked, stepping a little closer, his voice dropping just slightly. "Actually, I was thinking something a little better and slower. How about I take you somewhere - just you and me?"

            You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden offer. "And where exactly would that be?"

            Derek's gaze softened as he leaned in just a little more. "Anywhere, baby girl. Somewhere quiet, somewhere we can talk and get to know each other. Somewhere I can show you I’m not just another guy throwing out lines. I’m the real deal."

            You felt your heart skip a beat at the intensity in his eyes. You had heard the compliments before, you had been approached by guys with their rehearsed lines, but there was something different about him. Something genuine, something that made you want to listen, despite your past experiences.

            "How do I know you’re not just like all the other men around here?" you asked, teasing but with a hint of seriousness.

            Derek chuckled, shaking his head. "You’ll just have to trust me on this one. I don’t play games. What you see is what you get."

            You hesitated for a moment, your gaze locking with his. Time seemed to slow down, the noise of the park fading into the background as his words settled in your chest. He wasn’t just saying it to be smooth - he meant it. You could feel it.

            "And what if I say no?" you asked, though there was a playful glint in your eyes.

            Derek smiled softly, his hand reaching out, brushing gently against your arm. "Then I’ll keep trying because I don’t think I can just walk away from you. Something tells me... you’re worth the wait."

            You bit your lip, fighting back a smile. He was good - really good. But more than that, his words were so sincere that you couldn’t ignore them.

            "Alright," you said finally, "take me somewhere. Surprise me."

            Derek's smile lit up his entire face, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "You won't regret this," he promised, his voice low and smooth, sending a warm shiver down your spine.

            He led you out of the park, and for the next few hours, it felt like time didn’t exist. You walked through the city streets, talking about everything and nothing. Derek had a way of making you feel like the only person in the world, like every word you said mattered.

            At one point, you both found a quiet spot by the water, sitting on a bench, watching the sun dip lower in the sky. Derek turned to you, his gaze softer now, more vulnerable.

            "I gotta admit," he said, his voice a little quieter, "I wasn’t expecting to fall this fast. But there’s something about you... something real."

            You looked at him, feeling that same pull, that same connection. "You’re not like the others," you said softly, echoing his earlier words.

            Derek smiled, his hand brushing against yours as he leaned in slightly. "I don’t want to be. I want to try... if you’ll have me."

            Your heart fluttered at his words, warmth spreading through your chest. There was something undeniable about him, something that made you want to take the leap.

            With a shy smile, you nodded. "I think I’d like that."

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I WOKE UP TO 14 NOTIFS AND I GOT 5 REBLOGS?!?!?! OMG???? TYSM YALL!!!!

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omg pls tag me in it once ur done!!!

WE NEED MORE DEREK MORGAN FANFICS PLEASE I BEGGGGG I GENUINELY BEGGGGG FOR MORE IT DRIVES ME INSANE HOW I CAN NEVER FIND ANY!!!!!!!! IT'S ALWAYS PPL PUTTING SPENCER REID OR AARON HOTCHNER (not that i have anything against them) FANFICS INTO THE DEREK MORGAN X READER TAG