#moreid one shot 4

[spritehouse]

ShortMC's Whumptober 2023 Scrapped Scenes (pt. 1)

(Shorter) Scenes, dialogue, etc. that didn't make it into a final draft

Putting these here because I might use some of my ideas in the future (+ I like using this color scheme) All word counts are for me because I like knowing

Please heed the trigger warnings before every section

The aftermath of I’m Getting Desperate (losing my mind):

Prompt: "Make it stop" (no. 3 Ralvez | 59 words | I originally planned to extend the story into parts of the aftermath/Luke's recovery from the events of the fic

Luke blinks, looking up from his lap at their fingers interlock.

“Real?” he whispers, eyes wide, wondering if this is another cruel joke his mind is playing on him.

“Real,” Spencer nods, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand, the gesture tugging at the corner of the older man’s mouth—the closest he gets to smiling these days. “I’m real, Luke; I’m here.”

Spencer having a panic attack (I don't have a title)

Prompt: Shaking (alt for no. 4) 142 words

⚠️TW: panic attack & self-harm (scratching)

He’s shaking.

Spencer’s hands won’t stop shaking, folding his fumbling fingers together in an attempt to quell the anxious electricity buzzing beneath his skin.

He can’t breathe, gasping and gulping for air, dry sobs shaking his shoulders.

It won’t stop. He needs it to stop.

 It won’t stop.

He waves his hands, shaking them out, hoping to release some of the energy bubbling, burning through his body, digging his nails into his forearms and dragging them through his skin when that doesn’t work.

Deleted scene from The Sky is Overcast (I’m sorry):

Prompts: "You're a liar" (no. 9) + "You said you'd never leave" (no. 10) + Goodbye Note Ralvez | 46 words | Luke was originally going to give Spencer the note & imply that there would be another one if he died while he was gone.

“This–” Luke holds up an envelope, his partner’s name written on the front.

“Luke, no–”

“–this is for you, cariño.”

“–Luke, please don’t do this–”

“There’s another one, in case I–” He swallows, finally making eye contact with Spencer. “You’ll get it if the time comes–”

A single scrapped line from Wide Awake, Spiraling:

Prompts: Captivity (no. 11) + Insomnia (no. 12) Ralvez | 25 words | In which I actually use the word from one of the prompts instead of making them implied

⚠️TW: vaguely referenced (past) unhealthy relationship

He’s her captive, still trapped by a cage of claws around his memories, even if he isn’t still in her grasp; there’s no escaping her.

Scrapped Scenes from I Can’t Hide From You (like I hide from myself):

Prompts: Infection (no. 13) + "Just hold on" (no. 14) + "I'm fine" (no. 15) Ralvez | 101 words | One line where Emily & Luke worry + Spencer telling Penelope to call Luke

Emily glances at Luke when Spencer isn’t looking, eyes filled with worry, and the younger agent responds with a nod, exchanging an unspoken “I’ll take care of it.”

“Reid? Boy wonder? Can you hear me? What’s going on?”

“Pen... I need... need Luke…”

“Oh my god, Spencer– What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

“I don’t... don’t feel too good.”

“Okay. Okay. Okay! I’m calling Luke right now and getting an ambulance to your location, 187. just hang on.”

“M’kay…”

“Garcia? What’s–”

“Luke, Spencer’s on the line and he says he isn’t feeling well.”

“Cariño? Spence, can you hear me?”

“Mhm... here…”

Spencer gets shot.

Prompts: "I don't feel so good"/Infection (no. 13) + "Just hold on" (no. 14) + Makeshift Bandages (no.15) Moreid | 324 words | Spencer gets shot (again) & EMTs can't get to his location quick enough

The average speed of a bullet fired from a typical muzzle is approximately 2,700 feet per second.

“Reid?”

That’s 900 yards per second; a bullet fired from 25 yards away will hit its target in about 0.03 seconds.

“REID!”

The average human reaction time to visual stimuli is around 0.25 seconds.

“SPENCER!”

He will be 0.22 seconds too late.

“REID!”

Derek fires once, twice before the younger agent hits the ground, head hitting something with a sickening crack.

“Spencer!”

He doesn’t waste time on the unsub, one of his bullets hitting him square in the forehead, rushing to Spencer’s side instead.

“Come on, Pretty Boy. Look at me,” Derek kneels beside the younger brunette, hand instinctively moving to the wound on the back of his head, blood soaking Spencer’s hair and more seeping through his shirt. “Look at me, Pretty Boy. Show me those beautiful eyes.”

Spencer’s eyelids flutter, heal lolling to the side with a soft groan.

“Derek?”

“Right here, kid. Look at me.”

The younger agent pries his eyes open, gaze hazy and unfocused, finding Derek.

“There you are, Spence. Keep looking at me.”

“‘M bleeding...” He murmurs, eyelids drooping as shaking fingers weakly find the wound in his side. “Gotta stop the bleeding...”

“Yeah, got it, Pretty Boy.” Derek nods, forcing himself to focus, assessing as if he’s holding some stranger, not his best friend, before taking off his jacket and pressing it against the injury, drawing a sharp inhale from the younger brunette.

“It takes three to five minutes to bleed out from a gunshot wound... a person can lose up to 40% of their blood volume without dying, which is about 2 liters of blood–”

Derek wants to cut him off, tell him that isn’t going to happen, that he isn’t going to die, but talking means he’s still awake, that genius brain still calculating, crunching the numbers, gears turning, and alive, so he doesn’t.

Scrapped Scenes from Please Hurry, Leave Me (I can’t breathe):

Prompts: Drugging (alt for no. 16) + Touch Aversion (no. 17) + Tortured for Information (no. 18) Ralvez | 113 words | Luke trying to talk to Spencer/help him after Hankel

“Spencer, I understand you’ve been through something traumatic–”

“Stop! Stop talking to me like I’m a victim!”

Luke sighs, lowering his hands and leaning back in his chair.

“Okay.”

The younger brunette watches him for a beat, waiting for his boyfriend to speak.

“Okay..?”

“Okay, we’re going to sit here until you’re ready to talk because we’re not going home until you let me help you.”

Spencer frowns, fumbling with the cuffs of his sleeves

+

“Spencer, I understand you’ve been through something traumatic–”

“Stop! Stop talking to me like I’m a victim!”

You are, Luke wants to argue, but he knows better, he knows that it’ll only make Spencer close himself off more.

Total Word Count (only this post): 810

Check out my complete Whumptober 2023 Masterlist here!

[cyn-00]

Omg I'm so happy that you decided to take prompts !! I'm undecided between number 19 and 47 (from Fluff), you choose! No pressure tho 💖

Thank u for the request anon 💘 and HOW CAN U ASK ME TO DECIDE omg 19) "You know, I think my mother/father/parents would be proud if I brought you/her/him/them home." means super fluff, whereas 47) "At least let me clean it." so I'm sensing whump?? I'M CONFLICTED AAAA ok I'm gonna do 47 for now though I don't exclude the possibility of doing 19 too later!

Prompt list (requests currently closed)

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The night sky was pitch black, the only sources of light red and blue flashes of sirens coming from ambulances, police cars and federal SUVs; psychedelic flares of color only making it more difficult for Reid's tired and hyper-attentive eyes to focus on what was important for the moment being.

Derek. Where is Derek.

A dark figure ran out of the house a few minutes after a series of gunshots were heard from outside. Spencer didn't need to ask any of his teammates nearby to know the figure was the person he'd been worrying about for the past 30 minutes.

He jogged in the man's direction and called out his name one, two, three times, though Morgan was too busy hunching on himself to cough his lungs out to answer or to even hear.

"Morgan? Derek? Are you alright??"

Morgan- Derek's coughing quieted enough to allow the man to nod at the question.

"Y-yeah. Fine. 'm fine." he answered with rough and strained voice as he straightened up again.

The second he did that, Spencer's previous concern exploded again full-force in his veins.

"Wh- what the hell happened to you??" he asked, taking in the deep, blood-dripping cut that carved his boyfriend's browbone and the bright red ecchymosis encircling his neck like a collar.

Morgan sighed, shaking his head to dismiss the man's worry. "Guy went crazy on me. Punched me and tried to choke me before I could-" his phrase was cut off by a harsh fit of cough. "b- before I could react. Sheriff had to shoot him."

The man standing in front of him inched closer at each pronounced syllable, incapable of tearing his gaze away from his bruised throat.

Derek watched him as he brushed his finger pads on the flushed and burning skin of his neck, light as a feather, as though feeling compelled to test the realness of his injury.

"Spencer... I'm fine. Seriously."

His sweet and reassuring voice didn't in the leastest deter the younger man's eyes from darting up to level with Derek's and crinkling in a scowl, all in a matter of a fraction of second.

"Why did you do that." Reid's tone didn't raise in pitch at the end - somehow that was anything but a question.

Morgan returned the frown. "What're you on about? Should I just have let the sheriff get in ALONE??"

"You should have convinced her to NOT get in in the first place, and wait for us."

Derek stared in his boyfriend's eyes for a few seconds; a glimmer of upset surfacing on his hazel irises.

He exhaled deeply and averted his gaze, brushing past by him to stride toward the other side of the street and join the rest of their team.

"Morgan!" Spencer's voice came from behind, his frantic steps closing the distance between the two to follow him.

"Don't go all Hotch on me. I don't need that right now." he scolded while his twitchy hands worked his vest off.

"I'm not 'going Hotch' on you-"

"Then don't go 'boyfriend' on me, alright?? Just drop it, Reid!" Morgan snapped, stopping abruptly in his tracks halfway to the other side of the road.

He turned around to face the man chasing him; a thump in his chest at the look on his face.

"I'm-" Spencer gulped. "I'm just saying. You should've waited." he reiterated, dropping his gaze and the volume of his voice simultaneously.

Silence.

"I d- don't know how you expect me to not...t-to not 'go boyfriend' on you." Reid stuttered sheepishly; his words almost swallowed by the background noises as he began unstrapping his own vest too.

Derek's shoulders collapsed with the weight of guilt, a second later his hands were cupping the other's face urgently.

"Spencer," he called in a whisper; the genius' chin tilting up instinctively at the use of his first name. "Sweetheart, I'm fine. And I'm sorry I scared you."

Spencer hesitated a second and then nodded vigorously, pitching forward to lay a peck on his boyfriend's Cupid's bow before colliding into him in a rib-smashing hug.

"It's not that I don't trust you." he claimed against the older man's neck.

"I know."

Reid pulled out of the embrace to redirect his attention to the man's injuries.

"But that cut is seriously worrying me, please just- get that checked out?"

Morgan didn't have the time to do anything more than sigh.

"...for me?" the genius added biting back a sly grin.

"C'mon, the medics are all busy with the kids that were inside the house." Morgan insisted, albeit with a grin of his own.

Reid's eyes detached from the man's face to quickly trace his surroundings: all the medics, indeed, had their hands full to say the very least.

"Alright...at least let me clean it?"

Derek's smile widened. "Deal." he agreed, before turning around to head toward the closest ambulance along with Spencer.

"And, Derek?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Don't call me Hotch ever again." The genius reprimanded jokingly.

The other chuckled. " 'kay. You got yourself two deals in one night."

Reid shrugged. "Perks of being your boyfriend, I guess."

Morgan chuckled at that, too.

[cyn-00]

Ok guys so. I'm gonna need u to humor me here (and be gentle also <3)

I don't usually take requests because *pressure* BUT since u seemed to like that 700ish words thing I wrote in the middle of the night a few days ago, and since I like to prove myself when it comes to writing, I was thinking that maybe I could try writing lil snippets like that one based on these prompts

BUT! PLS THIS IS THE IMPORTANT PART! Only consider the "fluff" and "general" ones, please, I love angst but I tend to digress a lot with emotional/introspective paragraphs so that wouldn't work in a 500-1000 words one shot (I'm just...not capable of writing short angst anymore)

So I guess until I get bored/overwhelmed/struggle to keep up bc of university stuff (probably a few days anyway): send me prompts! (I have no idea how long it'd take to write one of these. Never done anything like this before,,,)

Prompt List

A/N: phew finally finished my first prompt list. a vast majority of these are my own but there are a few that I found online/was inspired by.

Fluff

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“It’s you, it always has been.”

“You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

“Kiss me.”

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” 

“You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

“I’d do anything for you.” 

“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“I’m so proud of you.” 

“Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“You are my family.”

“I’m right here.”

“Can you just please hold me?” 

“I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

“You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/her/him/them) home.” 

“I just want to see you happy.”

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.” 

“You made me a better person. Thank you.” 

“I’d rather live in the woods with you than in a mansion with some (girl/boy/person) I barely know.”

“This reminded me of you.” 

“Your hair is really soft.”

“You’re really warm.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Because I love you.”

“I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

“I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

“Make a wish!”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

“I just want to be there for you.”

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

“You’re just a softie.”

“You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

“Why are you scared of loving?”

“You are crushing me right now.”

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out fo the kitchen.”

“I love you.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“You’re hurt. Please just let heal it.”

“At least let me clean it.”

“I told you to take care of yourself.”

“You’re the only thing that matters.”

“Stay.”

Angst

“I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

“You started drinking again, didn’t you?” 

“You promised you’d stop drinking.” “And you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!″

“But it’s my fault right?”

“I don’t want to feel this. I want to be numb again.”

“You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?” 

“I love you.” “No you don’t” 

“I can’t lose you.” “You already did.”

“Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?”

“How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”  

“I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?”

“Maybe they were right, you never did change.” 

“This is all in my head. It’s all happening in my head.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from this!” 

“What gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused.”

“You’ve changed.”

“You win, happy?”

“Any other lies left to tell me?”

“Why did you wait until I moved on?”

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

“Its (her/him/them), isn’t it?”

“It’s always been (her/him/them).”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Let me go.”

“You’re not you.”

“I miss the old you.”

“What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.” 

“Move out of my way before I make you.”

“You deserve better.”

“I risked my life for you.”

“I never would’ve thought (she/he/they)’d end up with someone else.”

“They were perfect for each other.”

“I was happier with you.”

“I would’ve done anything for you.”

“I loved you. I loved you so so much but you hurt me.” 

“They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.” 

“Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.” 

“You broke me.”

“You just threw four years of friendship out the window.”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

“You promised.”

“I don’t need help! I need an end to this pain.”

“What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

“Leave.”

“I can’t keep playing pretend.”

“You deserve so much better.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

“I wish we never met.”

“I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

General

“I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” 

“It’s pouring rain why are you here?”

“I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”

“Where are you?”

“What happened?”

“Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

“Is that my book?”

“Are they dead?”

“You want to play pretend? Well two can play at that game.”

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Come back to bed. Please.” 

“You’re who they warned me about.” 

“Come back.”

“You should’ve listened to me.”

“I haven’t seen you in days.” 

“Are you jealous?”

“Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

“Why is there a deer in the room?” 

“Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

“It’s not my choice.”

“Can we take this home?”

“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” 

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile in months.”

“(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”

“Come home.”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“They don’t need to know.”

“I made this for you.”

“Why is arson always your first answer?”

“Is this really the time for jokes?” 

“You always do this.” 

“Wake me up when it’s over.” 

“You look happy.” 

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” 

“Why can’t I get you out of my head?”

“Do you want that?”

“Don’t let go.” 

“Just let me stay.”

“Can I at least tell my side of the story?” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”

“Just let me see (her/him/them) one last time. Please.”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

“I wasn’t lying when i told you that I loved you.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Have you been sleeping?”

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

[sierraraeck]

Bad Liar

Moreid (Spencer x Derek)

Masterlist

Summary: Ever since his first day at Quantico, Spencer has had only one thought on his mind: SSA Derek Morgan. He knows that any sort of relationship would be inappropriate, but that doesn’t stop the constant stream of fantasies from flooding his mind.

Category: Spicy fluff, smut alluded

Warnings: Non-graphic descriptions of sex, fantasizing, suggestive touching, kissing, very light cussing.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This was inspired by the song “Bad Liar” by Selena Gomez. If you wanna give that a quick listen, go for it, if not, that’s chill too. I know that I haven’t been very active and haven’t posted anything in a while, but sometimes life just happens. Hopefully this was worth the wait…

Spencer had heard the phrase “I never stop thinking about you.” He’d heard it in reference to love and relationships when people were apparently so madly in love they couldn’t stop thinking about the other. He never really bought that. Love was just a bunch of feel-good chemicals that couldn’t affect the amount of time spent thinking about another person. Plus, how could anyone ever constantly think about a person? There were so many other things to think about like surviving high school, getting into college, graduating, of course his mom, and then getting into the FBI, and how he would surely not be able to make it all the way through Quantico training. No one could ever think about one person all the time. No, definitely not.

But Spencer wasn’t known for being a good liar.

His first day at Quantico he saw Derek Morgan, and he realized that he was wrong. He was so utterly and outrageously wrong.

Because after he saw him, heard his voice just once, his exceptional mind kept those interactions on constant repeat.

He was lucky he was so good at multitasking otherwise he would have definitely failed by now.

Not like he still wouldn’t.

He couldn’t sleep, not with someone like Derek Morgan intruding his every thought, every midnight desire. On top of that, they were about to go into the hardest week of physical training yet, and Spencer knew that this was the one challenge that his brain could not overcome.

The one redeemable thing about the humiliating experience he was sure would come during the following days was that he’d get to see SSA Morgan again. Sure, it'd be more embarrassing to fail in front of him, but at least he’d get to see him a few more times before they kicked him out for being the scrawny kid he’s always been.

The feelings of excitement and anxiety twisted his gut into a wonderful knot, keeping him from yet another night of sleep. Somehow that made it both harder and easier for him to get up when the clock hit 4:45.

Spencer looked between two blinds covering the window on the right, allowing him to see that the sun was still about an hour from rising. Slipping on his given shirt and pants, he hoped that there would be some source of caffeine at breakfast, preferably coffee.

He trudged into the bathroom to find his roommate already awake and dressed. “Big day. You excited?” Jeff, a man about a head shorter than Spencer but at least twice his width in pure muscle mass, asked.

Spencer just grunted in response.

“What? You’re not excited to get pitted against someone else so that you can flail around in an attempt to spar?”

“I’ll stick to teaching you the technique,” he quipped.

Jeff laughed. “It’d suit you better. Unfortunately your wizard brain and forbidden library won’t help you in this one. But dammit if you aren’t the smartest guy here.” Jeff shook his head as if it were a shame.

Once they were ready, along with the rest of the NATs, the group was directed to jog across campus to the building they’d be training in. The day was off to a bad start.

Spencer did his best to distract himself from the actual running bit, trying to analyze the people in his group and those they passed as they went.

Bored, hungry, important, invisible… Derek?!

He turned his head to follow the tall man with short black hair and dark eyes as the group passed him on the sidewalk.

No, that wasn’t him. Of course it wasn’t. Agent Morgan is waiting for us at the facility.

Spencer tried to hide the slight disappointment that came over him. He felt so stupid for looking for him everywhere, but he couldn’t help it. Even his own knowledge and logic was failing him when it came to this man he knew next to nothing about expect for his shining smile and intense eyes and toned biceps and amazing abs and powerful legs and delicious stamina and strong hands that could grip his neck and hold him down and his defined hips bones that Spencer knew would dig into his thighs and certainly leave bruises if he were to…

What was his issue? He couldn’t be thinking that way about one of his trainors.

Although it helped the jog pass by faster. Time flies when you’re having fun, right? Or at least imagining having fun.

When they arrived at the other facility, they were provided a quick breakfast, unfortunately no coffee today, and then led to the top floor with an entire wall traded out for floor to ceiling windows.

The room they entered was massive, large mats rolled out edge to edge, and the smell was musty. It felt humid, sticky sort of, and Spencer hated to think about why that was.

He quickly scanned the room and found his target immediately. Across the way, Derek had his opponent mid flip, landing harshly on his back with a thud. He helped the poor guy up, laughing a bit as he did so. His pearly whites were on full display when he looked up and caught Spencer’s eye. Spencer quickly diverted his gaze, opting instead to look down at his twisting hands.

“Today we will be focusing on hand to hand combat,” Derek announced once the group had wandered closer. “You never know when the perpetrator will decide not to run and instead to attack you, or when you will find yourself without any weapons other than yourself to protect you. The first thing we are going to practice are some basic jabs. Grab a partner and follow our demonstration.”

Derek and the man he’d thrown on the ground earlier, Grant, demonstrated the seemingly simple movements that Spencer and the rest of the NATs were supposed to replicate. Of course, everyone else made it look easy, but Spencer just couldn’t wrap his head around what his arm was supposed to be doing where and when. It was frustrating, even more so than he’d prepared himself for.

“Keep your shoulders here,” that velvety deep voice said, accompanied by his large hands on either of Spencer’s shoulders, adjusting them to more of an angle.

All Spencer could do was swallow hard and nod. He didn’t even dare to look back at him.

“And spread your legs,” Derek said. His breath seemed to get closer to Spencer’s neck with every word, and quieter as he went along. But surely that was all in his head? Right?

Spencer’s startled eyes turned to look at the older man. The edges of his mouth twitched before resuming that stern, professional demeanour. “It’ll help you balance.” With that, he nudged Spencer’s foot farther backwards with his own and walked away, leaving Spencer feeling unnecessarily exposed and confused.

The guy across from him, Harold, one of the only people who had been genuinely nice to Spencer from the start, was watching the whole interaction with suspicion.

The day trudged on with not much change. Spencer’s skin was still on fire from where Agent Morgan had touched him, but he tried to convince himself it was because he didn’t really like being touched. He knew that was a lie, especially in this instance, but it didn’t stop him from telling it.

After lunch, training continued. But at least it got more interesting.

“Grant just got called out on a case, so I’ll be needing someone to help me with this demonstration.” Derek waited just about three whole seconds before smirking, the mischief written all over his face. “Come on? No one wants to volunteer? It’ll be fun, I promise.” When he was met with more silence (even the guys like Jeff didn’t want to be thrown around by Derek), he was forced to choose someone. “How about… Reid.”

Spencer’s head shot up from the back of the group. No, no, this is not good.

Spencer had been dreaming about getting thrown around by Derek for a few months now, but this was definitely not what he’d had in mind.

The crowd slowly parted and Spencer had to face the music; he was going to be humiliated in front of everyone, like nothing had changed since high school.

Sighing, Spencer forced himself to the front of the group. “Lay down for me, knees bent, would you?”

I’d do anything you asked, was Spencer’s initial response in his head. What he really did was shrug and follow instructions.

“The reason we practice this move is because at some point or another, you will find yourself in either position.” Spencer wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that until Derek legitimately stood over him, a leg on either side, then proceeded to get down on his knees, essentially sitting on top of Spencer.

He couldn’t even focus on what Derek was explaining anymore. Breathing didn’t exist. There was no way this glorious man was sitting on top of him right now. All he could think about was how prominent Derek’s ab muscles were through his tight shirt and how he wanted nothing more than to lean forward and run his tongue over them. Spencer could almost imagine what they would feel like; the rise and fall of his muscles, the small hairs covering his body… Spread your legs, he had said to him.

“So then Reid would grab my wrist…” Derek’s use of his name brought him back to reality. If only he could live in his fantasies for longer.

Spencer looked up at Agent Morgan confused. Derek’s eyes got wider and looked at his right hand and then down at his own left wrist. Spencer somehow got the message and reached his hand over to grab a hold of Derek’s wrist. “Good,” he declared. “After that, he would hook his left foot on the outside of my ankle.”

Spencer quickly followed orders, trying to force his brain to supply him with the information he’d missed.

“Then, he’d use my weight against me to flip me over.” Spencer’s eyes got big when Derek said that, mentally panicking that he could never be strong enough for that. Derek nodded at him, so Spencer tried to roll over, and to his, and everyone else’s, surprise, he actually could.

Within seconds Spencer was sitting on top of a very pleased Derek. “It’ll work every time. Of course, if your unsub is skilled he’ll lock you in and flip you back over and potentially pull your arm out of your socket,” Derek explained while doing just that to Spencer, minus the arm-out-of-socket thing, “But we’ll take this one step at a time.”

Derek was back on top of Spencer with his legs wrapped around him in a vice-like grip, but quickly let go to help him up. Spencer gladly accepted the help.

Spencer doesn’t exactly have what one would consider a “big dick.” He always thought that was something to be ashamed of but standing there, getting hard in the middle of an FBI training academy, he couldn’t’ve be more grateful.

The NATs were sent back to work on the newly demonstrated move with their partners. Just as Spencer was about to flip Harold over for the third time, he looked over his head and rolled his eyes.

“What?” Spencer asked.

“What is it with you two?” Harold asked in return.

“What?” Spencer repeated. Harold nodded in the direction he was just looking, and Spencer followed his gaze. Derek was walking by, but nothing else seemed of import. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh please,” Harold snorted. He was a lanky man like Spencer, but just a bit shorter and with glasses. Sometimes Spencer envied his glasses, as his contacts often got on his nerves. He continued, “The touching, the constant eye contact, the word choice that could be inherently sexual, and then literally sitting on top of you? When there were plenty of other men and women he could have picked for that demonstration? Tell me you don’t see it.”

Spencer mulled over these words for a few seconds before flipping Harold over. Looking down on him, he said, “I don’t think that means anything.”

“Then maybe you need to get a new prescription,” Harold said, pointing to his eyes.

Spencer shook his head. “What do my eyes have to do with this?”

Harold sighed. “God, your gaydar is so broken.” He flipped Spencer over, stood up, and walked away.

Shortly after, class was called and they were all let go for the remainder of the evening.

“Reid, can I speak to you for a moment?” Agent Morgan called out as the first of the NATs started to leave. A few caught Spencer’s eye with unanswered questions in them, but no more than the mound of questions Spencer had been asking himself.

Without answering, Spencer walked over to the corner of the room that Derek was standing in. He could tell that he was waiting for every single person to leave the room before speaking.

Spencer thought for sure he was getting kicked out because of how horribly he performed throughout the day.

To his surprise, that’s not at all what the outstandingly attractive man had to say. “I wanted to let you know that you did a good job today during the demo. Not many people handle that so well.”

Spencer waited for him to say more, but nothing more seemed to be coming. Derek actually seemed a bit nervous if Spencer could read him right. He replied cautiously, “Thanks.”

Derek cleared his voice and said, “Yeah. And if you ever want to stay late and work on some moves I’d be happy to help.”

Spencer just got more and more confused as his interactions with this god-like man increased. “Thanks,” he repeated. “Why are you offering to help me like that?”

Agent Morgan shrugged. “You’re one of the smartest people in FBI history to come through here, and definitely the youngest. There’s absolutely no reason you shouldn’t become an agent, and I want to see you succeed. That’s all.” He shrugged again, and if there was anything Spencer had learned from the profiling section of his training, someone being over-casual was usually a sign that they were stressed about something they viewed with extreme importance, and were trying to play it off. Why would he be stressed to talk to me?

“I guess I’ll take you up on that offer. Will you be here tomorrow?” Spencer asked, trying to mask the hope in his voice. Who was he kidding; Derek was already one of the top profilers in the Bureau.

“I will be. You can plan to stay after then.”

Spencer nodded and walked away, but not before glancing back one more time. Harold was right; they did make a lot of eye contact.

The next day couldn’t go by faster. Spencer had spent practically the entire night thinking about everything that had happened, trying to figure out if Harold was right or not. There was no way. Spencer was just Spencer, a NAT, and Derek Morgan was, well… Derek Morgan.

He probably just thought that Spencer was a hopeless case and needed extra help. Yeah, that was it. It had to be.

When the day was over, Spencer wasn’t just relieved like he usually was, but he was excited too. It no longer mattered to him what the reason was for him being there late, he just wanted to spend more time in the presence of SSA Morgan.

“I was thinking I’d help you with that second move we learned today, the cross-punch jab combo,” Derek announced. His voice echoed just a bit off the walls of the training center now that it was completely abandoned.

He walked over to one of the punching bags lined up just a few feet from the wall, and Spencer followed him in a manner that could only be described as a lost puppy. Spencer could keep track of all sorts of numbers, but the sheer amount of repeating memories morphing into new thoughts morphing into full blown fantasies was even too high for him to count. He’d never known of a drug so powerful.

“I’ll show you the move again, then I want you to try and copy it.” Derek stepped closer to the bag and executed a textbook one-two combo, the muscles in his arms and back contracting in perfect unison. God, Spencer wanted so badly to just reach out and run his hands all over this pristinely sculpted man, but he denied himself, letting his hands tremble in place instead.

Spencer stepped up to the bag next to Derek’s and attempted to do the same thing. Derek watched with a sharp eye.

After a few reps, the skilled agent took long strides that landed him only inches away from the younger man’s back. “Keep tension here.” His hands engulfed Spencer’s waist and twisted them to the side with the ease of swatting a fly.

The feeling was so overwhelming Spencer thought he might never be able to move again, and honestly, he didn’t want to. Standing there in the grip of that man was really all he’d been wanting for months now.

The only thing that pulled him out of his trance was the way Derek’s fingers lingered as he walked around to Spencer’s front, drifting down far enough to send a clear message, one that even Spencer couldn’t miss, but not far enough to be completely intrusive.

But Spencer wanted intrusive. He wanted nothing more than for Derek Morgan to invade his personal space to the point of no return.

He looked at the older man with shock and a burning question, but didn’t flinch or move back. Derek simply bit his lip and scanned Spencer up and down at what felt like a snail’s pace. He felt like a helpless deer being sized up by a lion for his next meal.

Spencer swallowed hard.

He’d been wanting nothing more than to be in this very same situation, or one of the multitudes of variations he’d created in his mind, but now that it was here could he really go through with it? Was it really the best idea? Did he really want this? No, he couldn’t.

But Spencer wasn’t known for being a good liar.

The only signal Derek needed was the simple nod of Spencer’s head.

And he got it.

Like a snake ready to strike, Derek brought his lips to Spencer’s in an instant. His questioning fingers had an answer, returning to their strong hold over Spencer’s hip bones.

Spencer knew what was happening was completely inappropriate, but couldn’t find the will to care. The man he’d been dreaming about, spending every waking and non-waking moment obsessing over, was actually interested in him too.

All his fantasies were flashing before his eyes, Derek’s muscles now completely exposed to him. He frantically pawed at him, trying to feel and memorize every millimeter of the beautiful body before him, like every inch was another drop of water in his achingly dry mouth.

“Hey, hey,” Derek whispered. “Patience. Not everything can happen at once, remember, one step at a time.”

Spencer took a moment to breathe and look into the warm eyes he’d been drowning in. Only for a moment, though, as he had a lot he wanted to do, starting with kissing his way down this man’s chest.

Derek laughed a little at Spencer’s impatience when he placed his hands on his broad shoulders and lips on his burning hot skin. He didn’t mind, though. Unexpectedly, the young man knew how to use his mouth. He couldn’t wait to explore that particular skill set some more.

Within the next few minutes, bodies were slammed into walls, forced to the ground, and pushed further down into the floor than was previously thought possible. The echo of the room only amplified the intoxicating sounds and the wall of windows overlooking the campus only increased the arousal.

Spencer would have a new appreciation for the musty smell and sweat induced humidity in the room from now on.

The tension for the remaining month before the NATs graduated was unbearable. Harold made sure to point out the nauseating amount of glances passed between the two men, but was respectful enough to not point it out to everyone. He tried to deny anything had happened, but Harold wasn’t having any of it and let Spencer know he was a lousy liar, something he definitely needed to work on.

Come graduation day when all NATs would be receiving their department assignments, Derek made sure to personally hand Spencer his.

He carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the sheet of paper with one bolded line reading: “Behavioral Analysis Unit.”

Spencer immediately looked up and locked eyes with Derek. He simply smirked in return.

Maybe his fantasy of having something more with the agent would become a reality after all.

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Taglist

@90spumkin

[vole-mon-amour]

Tagged by @captainjowl 😌❤️ Can't go without commentaries, as always.

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating (1) // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers (2) // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au (3) // mutual pining or domestic bliss (4) // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it (5) // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage (6) // high school romance or middle aged romance (!! 7) // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack (8) // apocalyptic or mundane (9)

I tag: @littletentaclemonster @darthbarnes @hotchgan @voidcreature @vanwssa @lacrimalis @beckyharvey29 @eddiemoonson @moonykat @helloashrandomnessworld @a-driftamongopenstars @bihotchrights if any of you feel like playing.

Commentaries are under the cut.

(1) this (technically, both, but i still choose secret dating) can get toxic really fast so it depends on a particular couple

(2) both bc batjokes and rhack exist but yeah, i'll take best friends to lovers over anything at any given day (stevebucky supremacy <3 also kazper and moreid and hossi)

(3) modern fantasy au!

(4) listen... who said it can't be mutual pining while doing chores?

(5) i rarely find canon that shouldn't be fixed, so I'll go with this one. much more possibilities and freedom to how it should've went in canon. canon compliant is nice only when you can squeeze what you need, but then you can easily go with a fix it in the first place

(6) neither 🙄 both make me feel really bad, nauseous even

(7) i can't stress this enough. that's why i can't go with heartstopper, young royals and other nonsense. it's perfectly fine that people like them, but i'm so tired of kids and teenagers in media. currently i am screaming about two men in their 50-60 being in love & that's the content i love having. everything that starts with adult characters (25-30-35) and older. older characters finding themselves again with a younger partner that is genuinely in love with them is also great (think 'A Single Man')

(8) neither. if there's no comfort after angst, I'll scroll past both. i used to love angst, now i can't handle reading angst for the sake of angst.

(9) leaning towards mundane, but if apocalyptic is executed right, i can do that, too (hi to tlou). apocalyptic mundane works, too.

[vroomvroommuppett]

total number : 4

cm fic rec masterlist

key

* = angst

^ = smut

+ = fluff

headcanons

moreid headcanons + @jellejareau

warnings none

pining moreid + @garcias-bitch

warnings none

happy moreid + @garcias-bitch

warnings none

team finding out + @garcias-bitch

warnings none

blurbs

nsfw alphabet

one shots

series

parents!moreid

[cowboyx2]

-masterlist-

updated: 1/6/21

total works: 30

KEY

~ - angst

| - fluff

\ - humor/crack

Criminal Minds 

EMILY PRENTISS

Oh how could a girl be this perfect? |

Summary:  Emily reveals she actually has a girlfriend to her team. (Fem Reader)

The Girl Behind The Screens: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (Completed) |

Summary: You join the BAU after getting arrested by the police and a certain girl catches your eye. (Fem Reader)

“Come Over Here And Make Me.” (Blurb) (GN Reader) | \

Tattoos \

Summary: The team finds out about your tattoos. (GN Reader)

Pretend To Not Be In Love ~

Summary: It’s incredibly difficult to deal with heartbreak, at least you have someone to help. (Fem reader) 

Trembling Hands, Blood Drenched Blouse ~

Summary: no, read it and weep. (Fem Reader)

You Cant Save Everyone | ~

Summary: Emily comforts you after a bad case. (GN Reader)

Don’t Say It ~

Summary: Emily couldn’t seem to say the three little words and it had consequences. (GN Reader)

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SPENCER REID

The Father In Him |

Summary: The Team finds out that Spencer has a six year old daughter when she turns up at work. (No reader)

The Opposites Part 2 Part 3 \

Summary: The team meets Spencer’s unconventional best friend. (Fem Reader) (Platonic)

Run ~

Summary: You go on a “run”. (GN Reader)

Let The Raindrops Fall | ~

Summary: You meet a man in the rain. (GN Reader)

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BAU TEAM (MULTI)

Road Trip | ~ \

Summary: The Bau team goes on a two day road trip, what could go wrong?(Moreid and Jemily) (Series)

Can you find me with the lights off?

Summary: Emily, Spencer, Penelope, Derek, JJ, & Hotch all work at Rossi’s Diner, the only functional diner in Quantico. With past and ongoing trauma will they be able to come together and heal? Some people are much more eager to be a family than others. Family doesn’t have to be blood.

OR

The found family diner au nobody asked for. (Penemily, Moreid and Hinted Jelle) (Series)

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MOREID

You Can’t Tell Me It’ll Be Alright ~

Summary: Breathing gets harder when your other half isn’t around.

Pretend To Not Be In Love ~

Summary: It’s incredibly difficult to deal with heartbreak, at least you have someone to help. (Emily x Reader) (Side Moreid)

“Can you just stay still for a moment?” | (Blurb)

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JEMILY

“Did you just call me babe?” | (Blurb)

Hold Me Dear

Summary: Emily can never seem to find the courage or the words to reach out to JJ.

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PENEMILY

No Heart Too Heavy, No Smile Too Pained | (Blurb)

A Thousand Lifetimes | (Blurb)

your honey dew eyes draw me in (and let me fall) ~

Summary: Emily’s passed, yet Penelope can’t stop seeing her no matter where she hides. Her ghost following her even into the darkest of corners.

Is it a blessing or a curse?

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GEN

Why Do I Always Have To Be The One To Hold On? ~

Summary: Emily doesn’t want to have to hold on anymore.

The Opposites Part 2 Part 3 \

Summary: The team meets Spencer’s unconventional best friend. (Fem Reader)

The Darkness Consumes Us All ~

Summary: Penelope gets shot and the team copes in their own ways while awaiting the news if she made it.

Curains Close

Summary: Throughout the years of the BAU they’ve lost a lot of agents. Some new & some old, no ones safe from the horrors past the FBI doors.

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[okimargarvez]

Gif sets

GARVEZ

How we started ; Shades of garvez ; The someone ; Difference (12x17 / 15x4) ; Smiles ; Evolution of a relationship ; 10 things man does when he likes/loves/is in love with a woman ; Walls ; Lancelot and Guinevere ;  The way they look at each other ; Crime scene photos ;  Same distance ;  The best ; Weird parallelism ; Asking a date ; Garcia is always cold with Luke ; Luke typical face when he sees Penelope ;  Before you ; Meteorology ; Last words (garvez, shea, delquesne) ; Same attitude (Luke vs Walker) ;  Frame ; Men do not grow ; What they were ; Happiness is just a facade ; Why Luke is fucked ; Alvez ; Why Penelope is fucked ; You are the best (2) ; Work or personal life? ; Never realized ; Get out / come in ; Take back ;  Brick by brick ; The right one ; The way Luke listens PG ; Easier ; Slight chink ; Intimate ; Evrrything happens for a reason ; Series: Garvez + quotes ; Find someone ;  Garvez story ; Times ; Parallelism ;

They all know: Matt ; JJ 1- 2 ; Rossi ; Emily ; Tara ; Spencer ;

Garvez & flowers : Part 1 ; part 2 ; part 3 ; part 4 ; part 5 ; part 6 ; part 7 ; part 8 ;

Garvez & Shea : Love is not perfection ; Ways to say I love you without saying I love you ; Just married

THE GOOD DOCTOR 

Until I met Lea ; Jordan & Danny ;

Garvez & Calleigh x Eric : Different blonde, same attitude ; Garvez / Calleigh-Eric ; Eric vs Luke

GENERIC

I’m pregnant ; 

CRIMINAL MINDS 

ALL BAU love interests; CM first apparition ; Favorite CM ships ; Heroes ; Goodbye ; Sergio & Roxy ; Pain is an universal language ; Wheels up ; First and last episode together ; Zugzwang ; Sweet dogs ; The glue ; Double date or disaster dinner ; The Bunker ;  The Fantastic Three ; Friendship ; We’re family ; Saturday ; Little profilers in training ; So much love ; If she makes you smile ; Definition of family ; Dangerous ; Don’t change (Hotch-Garcia)

Who are you? Penelope ; Spencer ; Emily ; Luke ; Rossi ; JJ ; Derek ; Hotch ; Tara

LUKE - Roxy ; Protective and caring Luke with BAU ladies ; I’m here (JJ / Penelope) ; Luke Alvez hugging people ; All Luke shades ; Luke Alvez, the profiler in training ; I belong here ; It’s a sundial ; Lone wolf ; Desk ; Behavioral Analyst ; - Luke dark shades: one ; two ; three ; four ; five ; six  -Favorite Luke scenes: 12x1 (1) ; 12x1 (2) ; 12x17 (1) ; 12x17 (2) ; 12x21 ; 13x7 (1) ; 13x7 (2) ; 14x6 (1) ; 14x6 (2) ; 14x6 (3) ; 14x6 (4) ; 14x6 (5) ; 14x6 (6) ; 14x6 (7) ; 15x5 (1) ; 15x5 (2) ; 15x5 (3) ; 15x5 (4) ; 15x5 (5) ; 15x5 (6) ; 15x5 (7) ; 15x5 (8) ; 15x5 (9) ; 15x5 (10) ; 15x5 (11) ; 15x5 (12) ; 16x4 (1) ;

PENELOPE & SPENCER - You really are afraid of the dark ; Brain challenge ; Fit test 1 Fit test 2 ; I’m crazy for cryptograms ; Penelope and Spencer hugging through the years ; Magia - Penelope: Garcia was shot? ;  All Penelope shades ; Nervous whistles ; Sam ; Living at the BAU ; Anything left ; Prison ; Beige ; Esther ; Hospital ; Garcia is a Latin surname ; Hugs ; Bat-cave ; Jealousy 2 ; Favorite emotional moment of S15 one - two - three - four - five ; Be soft ; Happiness is just a facade ; The love you take ; On the field ; Funeral Outfit ; - Spencer (with moreid hints): Sarcasm ; Two guns ; Coffee ; Why Reid always winning? ; Age ; Yale ; Music is math ; He has a point ; A mother knows ; E equals MC squarred ; Handshake ; Don’t judge a book ; Bulls ; Medico della peste ; Phantasmagorias ; Sweet goodbye 1 ; Inside the mind of a genius ; Prison ; Father

DEREK / morcia - Morcia / Garvez ; Work call (morcia vs garvez) ; Why I shipped morcia ; Gomez ; In love with a hero ; Smarter ; Rewrap, wrap, unwrap ; Let go ; Sweet goodbye 2 ; The genie and her lamp ; Latin girls are the best ;  Jealousy - Same attitude : On the field ; Remote control ;  Kind ;  

HOTCH - Hotch’s brother ; Smarty pants ; I work the case ; She makes him smile

EMILY & JJ - Willifer / Prendoza - JJ: Roslyn ; Marry me  - Emily: Take a decaf ; Prendoza one - two - three - four ; You are not alone

ROSSI - Breaking news ; Never again ; Papà Rossi ; Rain ; Rossi & Carolyn ;

[morgansmoreid]

Request Guidelines

Hi! Welcome to my Criminal Minds One-Shot Book! I hope you enjoy it.

IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST SOMETHING, MAKE SURE:

1) It is consensual. I refuse to write rape as a theme and will not accept and protest you on this.

2) Your characters are of age. This is if you would like to request smut. The age of consent is 16, so make sure your request has the character higher than that age.

3) If you want me to write something personal for you, be specific!

WHAT I DO NOT WRITE:

1) Anything with bodily waste.

2) CNC kink- this is just preferred.

3) Getting Caught Masturbating (This just personally makes me uncomfortable, so I really do not want to write it.)

4) As I said, Rape.

5) Actors

Pairings:

All! I really don't care about who you ship, everyone goes together in some way, some season. That's not for me to judge, I will write it because it's for you to love, not me.

And I write x reader! If you want me to write your name- M and Spencer (that's me)- then I have no problem doing it!

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1) Please Don't Steal My Works. I will just take it down. Writing is my escape and so was watching CM, so I killed two birds with one stone. If you do, I will just take it down because it's not fair to me.

2) I'll write smut, I wrote a bit in my CM fic about Derek Morgan and actually published my first smut piece here. It's not the best, but I'm getting better at it.

3) As I said, I'll write any pairings. I love Jemily and Moreid so if you want a same-sex one-shot, please don't hesitate to write me.

4) I write a majority of the CM characters:

~ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ~

~ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʀᴇɪᴅ~

~ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ʜᴏᴛᴄʜɴᴇʀ~

~ᴅᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴏꜱꜱɪ~

~ᴇᴍɪʟʏ ᴘʀᴇɴᴛɪꜱꜱ~

~ᴊᴇɴɴɪꜰᴇʀ "ᴊᴊ" ᴊᴀʀᴇᴀᴜ~

~ᴘᴇɴᴇʟᴏᴘᴇ ɢᴀʀᴄɪᴀ~

~ʟᴜᴋᴇ ᴀʟᴠᴇᴢ~

~ᴛᴀʀᴀ ʟᴇᴡɪꜱ~

~ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ꜱɪᴍᴍᴏɴꜱ~

~ᴀʟᴇx ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ~

~ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ʟᴀᴍᴏɴᴛᴀɢɴᴇ ᴊʀ.~

~ᴇʟʟᴇ ɢʀᴇᴇɴᴀᴡᴀʏ~

~ᴄᴀᴛ ᴀᴅᴀᴍꜱ~

~ᴋᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴀʜᴀɴ~

~ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ɢɪᴅᴇᴏɴ~

~ɢᴇᴏʀɢᴇ ꜰᴏʏᴇᴛ~

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Requests Can Go Here!

Or in my PM's.

And for everyone's comfort; my anons are open on Tumblr. I post the same things everywhere.

[dontshootmespence]

Writing Schedule for 7/16-7/22

Hey babes! As I have said in response to some of my requests, I have a friend visiting from 7/16 (she’s coming in at night) to 7/22, so I have done my best to write a ton of new stuff to queue up for while I’m chilling with my friend. I will have to reblog some of my older stuff, but I think I did a damn good job. LOL.

I’ll of course be on randomly to reblog random crap and talk to you all, I just won’t be writing for the week, but don’t fret, because I could not leave you hanging. 17 new pieces and 4 reblogs! :D

Here’s my schedule for the week:

7/16

 8 PM: A new piece. Spencer x Reader. Inspired by the song “I Found” by Amber Run.

8:30 PM: A new piece. Funny follow-up to an older Emily piece.

9 PM: A reblog of an old piece called Baby Mine. Fluffy Spencer x Reader kid stuffs.

7/17

8 PM: An new idea from my own brain for a Spencer x Alex piece where they get together and do crosswords for fun.

8:30 PM: Because I couldn’t stay away, an new installment of Becoming Real, about 4/5 years after Molly is born.

9 PM: Upheaval - Spencer’s Aftermath chapter.

7/18

8 PM: A new smutty and fluffy Tara x Reader from my own brain.

8:30 PM: A new smutty Spencer x Reader request set in an art museum.

9 PM: The first part of my soulmate AU - The Penrose Triangle!

7/19

8 PM: A new, fluffy Spencer x Reader where he reads her Poe’s poem Annabel Lee on their honeymoon.

8:30 PM: A new, Emily x Reader where the reader is pregnant and feels gross and Emily endeavors to make her feel beautiful.

9 PM: A reblog of my Moreid one shot Coming to Terms.

7/20

8 PM: A new piece where Spencer and the Reader have seriously hectic jobs and so they have an on/off relationship.

8:30 PM: A new piece where Spencer and the reader are dating and Rossi is like a father figure to her. Her father has always demeaned her intelligence, until one day he does it in front of Reid and Rossi and they tell him off.

9 PM: A follow-up to Four is Better than Two called Sandy Family.

7/21

8 PM: A reblog of an old Criminal Minds x Reader / BAU x Reader called The First of Many.

8:30 PM: My entry into @bookofreid‘s challenge called #MemeLife.

9 PM: Upheaval - Derek’s Aftermath chapter.

7/22

8 PM: A reblog of an angsty piece I’m really proud of called One Word.

8:30 PM: A new piece where Spencer and the Reader have a daughter who tells them she feels like a boy.

9 PM: The Penrose Triangle - Part 2

[peggster-with-passion]

for the fanfiction ask! 3,4,7, 12,17!

3. Favorite fandom?Gta 5, Fantastic beasts, Criminal Minds, Outlast, Far Cry, Mission Impossible, Sherlock4. Favorite pairing?Trikey, Gradence/Colezra, MoReid, Weddie, Sajay, Benthan, Johnlock, Spideypool7. One-shots or longfic?Depends on how I feel atm, but normally both.12. What turns you away the most from a fic?If it's badly written. I know my English isn't the best too, but it's so frustrating to read badly written fanfiction. Also when the 100% active part, goes passive, or the opposite (i actually stopped reading a lot of fanfictions, just because of that, and it made me SO angry everytime!)17. Any characters who you can't stand to see in pain?Credence! Don't hurt my precious baby boy! Or Benji Dunn! Oh, and definitely Spencer Reid! DON'T HURT MY CINNAMON ROLLS!Thanks for the asks, please more! 😍

[spritehouse]

ShortMC's Ao3 Writing Masterlist

This list is for my Criminal Minds Writing on ao3

Series: Multi-fic projects & their universes

—Eidetic Verse: Gen | Alternate Universe - Superpowers | A series of mostly blurbs & one-shots Incomplete + On Hiatus (indefinite) –Eidetic: A collection of one-shots in the Eidetic Verse -Nights Like These: Addiction recovery fic

–Echoic Verse: Gen/minor Moreid | A universe connected to the Eidetic Verse where Spencer Reid has a child -Echoic: dad!Reid fic

—Losing Daylight: Gen | Struggling Spencer Reid Complete -12 Hours: Part 1 | Spencer's POV -Nine to Five: Part 2 | Derek's POV -The Night Shift: Part 3 | Emily's POV

—Black Out Days: Gen/minor Moreid | Kidnapped Spencer Reid & his recovery Incomplete + On Hiatus -Speak in Tongues (I don't even recognize your face): Part 1 -A Thousand Voices Howling in my Head: Part 2

—Less and Less: Gen | Alternate Universe - Magical Realism Incomplete + On Hiatus -Starting at your eyes, I know it's time: The aftermath of kidnapped Werewolf!Reid -In All Defense, We Were Damn Young: Mage!Hotch backstory

—What Used to be Mine: Past Moreid & Ralvez | Adopted + Teenage!Reid following the death of his boyfriend Main Storyline Complete + Slow Updates

—ao3 Content: -I miss your voice (you're the only one with it): Part 1 | (past) Moreid -I miss your shirt that didn't fit right (I've worn it to sleep once or twice): Part 2 | (past) Moreid -Not sure what day it is (I stopped counting it): Part 3 | (past) Moreid -My time's been wasted (been thinking of him): Part 4 | (past) Moreid -I only see you on occasion (some form of you, not in real life): Part 5 | (past) Moreid & Ralvez -It's the thought of you that slightly scares me: Part 6 | Ralvez & mentioned past Moreid -Silence is actually hurt: Ralvez | Luke-Centric -Give you everything I have and more: Hotch & Spencer (familial) | Hotch-centric

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–Headcanons: -Luke Headcanon: Ralvez | Incorrect quote -Domestic Headcanons: Domestic Ralvez

—Quiet if I Shatter: Gen/minor Moreid | Omegaverse | Kidnapped Alpha!Spencer Incomplete + Slow Updates

—ao3 Content: -Quiet if I Shatter: Part 1 | Main storyline

—Tumblr Content: –Smells: What everyone in Quiet if I Shatter smells like

—Black Hole: Ralvez | Luke & Spencer get into a car accident + the aftermath

-It Gets so Dark (so you can see the stars): The accident -Destroyed Everything & Spit Us Out: The aftermath

—Hold My Hand (no one's home): Ralvez | HoH!Luke x NV!Spencer

-Gone Without a Sound: Part 1

—Bad Things Happen Bingo: My Bingo Card

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—Diamonds to Dust, Stone to Sand Gen | Spencer Reid suicide fic + alternate ending Complete

—Mud on Your Face (you big disgrace) Hotch/Haley | Hotch's life & trauma fic Complete

—Holding my Breath, Counting to Ten Moreid | Derek & Spencer get in a fight + the aftermath Complete

—Cry for Help, I am not Joking Moreid | Derek & Spencer start sleeping together after Georgia, leeching off of each other's self-loathing Incomplete

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—I've Been Having Revelations Gen | OSDD!Spencer & co. struggling after Emily's death Incomplete

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–WIPs: -There's Something in the Static -Luke & The System (drabble)

–Miscellaneous: -Alter List -Alter Creation -Caregiver Luke + Caregivers Luke & Derek

—Love shouldn't Burn Ralvez | 5 times Luke proved to Spencer that he wasn't going anywhere + the 1 time he had to leave Incomplete

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—Making Peace With Our Inevitable Death Ralvez | Codependent Ralvez Incomplete —Tumblr Content tagged with #t4t ralvez / #anti-curse ralvez

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Moreid one shot, 9 - "stay"

Season 9, episodes 23/24 "Angels" and "Demons" (the ones where Reid gets shot in the neck *cries*, while the team are chasing a guy - a preacher, to be precise - who was framed by the unsub. In the episode they will eventually find the real unsub)

Long ass one. Idk what nerve drives me to call these fics "shots" when most of em are +4000 words. Note: Reid always has long hair in my fics, regardless of the season I took inspiration from

As per usual: edited this months after I first wrote it. My fics are perennial works in progress

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"Blake!! " Morgan screamed with all his voice, running toward her and Reid as fast as he could - considering he got shot - pressing a hand on his wounded bicep.

One of his ears was beeping because of the gun shots - 3 out of 4 bullets hit his vest - and he was feeling light-headed from the fall. Not to mention the pain his arm was causing him. But in that moment, it was like his body had forgotten about the soreness and discomfort because his mind was only focused on Reid- no, Spencer. His Spencer.

"Blake-" he called her again, now that he'd got just a few feet from them.

He quickly fell down to his knees and put his hand on Spencer's neck, replacing Alex's. She moved aside without protesting, still sitting on the ground.

"I- I'm- I'm so sorry." she hiccuped on the verge of crying, shaking her head to dizziness while she looked down at her bloody hand; not sure if she was apologizing to Spencer or to Derek.

Morgan didn't answer, but not because he thought it was her fault: how could he? They all would take a bullet - and had taken bullets - to save each other. There was simply no time for apologies in that moment.

"We need an ambulance!" she repeated to her radio transceiver, even though at least 10 minutes had passed since she had first called for help.

"Alright- kid, you gotta stay with me now" Derek ordered, breathing heavily.

Despite the other's pleads, Spencer had almost completely lost consciousness; his mouth hung open, his eyes suddenly rolled back.

"No, nonono no" Derek panted loudly. "Baby please don't-"

His pupils desperately roamed his peripherals, searching for something with which he could pat Spencer's wound to minimize the blood loss, since clearly his hand wasn't enough.

"W-what do you need?" Alex asked, seeing Derek looking around aimlessly; but he seemed too spaced out to answer. "Talk to me Morgan, how can I help?!"

"I-I need something to pat the wound, I don't know some kind of cloth-" he said, panic possessing him.

The only thing Alex could think of, without having to go too far and waste anymore time, was Spencer's tie. She messily reached over, managing to snatch it from underneath his vest - though not without struggling - and untying it. She then slid it out of the collar of Spencer's button-up and folded it, having the hardest time accomplishing even such simple tasks with how bad her hands were shaking. She handed it to Morgan who, without complaining or questioning, placed it on the wound and started pressing again.

Spencer was slowly slipping on the ground from his half-sitting position, with his back leaning on one of the SUVs. Derek wrapped his free, not injured arm around him from under his armpit as securely as he could, and tried to lift him up a little, to help him breathe. He did his best, straining against his own pain and the pressure he had to keep applying on the other man's wound.

Luckily, that was enough to bring him back. Spencer swallowed intensely and gasped, before starting to mumble incomprehensibly. Derek kept both his hands firmly wrapped around his neck, to try and keep his head from hanging on either side.

"Ok this is good, keep your eyes on m- hey, eyes on me" he kept saying, trying to keep him awake; once, twice, dozens of times again and again and again like a mantra; only rearranging the words slightly each time; calling his name - Spencer, kid, baby, stay with me, don't, please, I need you here, come on-

Wait. Stop. Spencer looked like he was trying to say something.

"What? What is it, kid? Talk to me, say whatever- just whatever stay awake for me please" Derek begged him, his voice starting to get too shaky to handle. The ambulance hadn't arrived yet but, even though he had lost a lot of blood, Reid managed to stay somewhat conscious, which must have been a good sign: Morgan thought, trying not to let his mind go to dark places.

"I-" Spencer started to say something, then coughed.

He coughed blood. Everything Derek had been thinking to try and keep his hopes high went to nothing.

Derek started to feel sick. Sick like all the organs in his body were stuck in a million tight knots; and his lungs seemed slowly filling up with cement; and his eyes felt as if an uncountable number of needles were piercing through them; and his limbs were being crushed into ash by a hammer. 

"Oh God..." Alex whispered; her brain was like electrocuted and rendered unable to come up with anything more to keep Reid awake than she'd already come up with earlier, while Morgan was still chasing the preacher before coming to help.

Spencer reached for Derek's arm with his weak hand.

"I- I love you-" he finally managed to murmur with a hint of a lopsided smile, as if relief had washed over him the second he'd let out those words. His eyes were open in mere slits, looking at somewhere around Derek's face with an odd glimmer that the other man couldn't quite place because he'd never seen before.

"No, don't- don't say that, c'mon yo-" Derek barely said, choking halfway. "-you can say that to me later, Spencer..." his words faded away, as he shook his head in denial and the first of many tears to come fell down his cheek. He shut his eyes close in the attempt to avoid that, pressing his forehead against Spencer's while trying not to lose the grip on his neck.

"Please stay awake, please, please, please..." he begged through gritted teeth, once his sobs had somehow managed to slightly quiet down.

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Suddenly, from far away, the sirens of an ambulance could be perceived amongst a million other noises, seeped out by the two agent's ears because they weren't the ones that mattered in that moment.

Alex quickly hopped on her feet and jogged toward the side of the street, waving and screaming like a maniac at the ambulance to make it quicker for the medics to find them.

"You hear that?? The ambulance is here kid, you gotta resist just a little more alright? Can you- can you do that for me??" Derek straightened up a little and said, well aware that he wasn't quite talking to Spencer anymore.

The other man mumbled something, not as a sign that he understood what was going on, rather that he was hearing Derek telling him things, saying words, making sounds.

He saw the figures of two medics along with Alex walking fast toward them, carrying a gurney. One of them got down and took Derek's place in soccurring Spencer; the former couldn't find a valid reason to protest when he was frantically shoved away off of him.

"Agent, are you injured?" the other one asked, gathering that the blood splattered on his bicep was most likely his own and not the other man's.

"I-I'm fine, the bullet didn't even hit me it just scratched me- I'm not the one who needs help, please! And- wait he- he doesn't take narcotics, please that's REALLY important-" Morgan yelped in response, still in shock, finding difficult to even put his words together clearly.

She only seemingly ignored his continuous whining - albeit rightful - but in actuality took in all that information, quickly examining his injury.

"I see what you mean, you got lucky. Still, it could get infected, so you're coming with us right now." she concluded in a rush, immediately turning around to help her colleague lay Spencer on the gurney.

While hurrying toward the ambulance, Derek saw Alex getting back to Hotch and Rossi. Aaron turned around, his eyes met Derek's.

He nodded at him from afar, a look on his face that said: "do what you have to do."

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- later at the hospital

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Derek had been sitting on that uncomfortable chair for at least 2 hours, in the waiting room of the hospital.

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As soon as they'd got off the ambulance, they had rushed Spencer to surgery: during the drive he'd lost consciousness completely and started mumbling things that made no sense, nearing aphasia. From the second they'd taken him to the OR, Morgan hadn't been able to say anything, shell-shocked and numbed down by his brain as a defense mechanism.

Earlier, while the nurse was bandaging his arm in the Emergency Room and kept asking if he felt any pain, if he had fallen and hit his head when he'd got shot, if he was feeling dizzy; he just nodded or responded "I don't know". She'd even asked him what had happened to "his friend" at a certain point, to try and catch his attention: was she even aware that she was talking to a profiler? He couldn't even remember if he'd effectively shown her his badge.

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It was probably more than 2 hours, he thought when he saw Hotch coming in.

Morgan looked up at him, finally shifting his eyes away from the floor. He didn't say anything, barely able to stare at him with a confused expression.

"I can't stay long." Hotch stated.

Silence.

"...what do you mean?" that was probably the first actual, sensible phrase Derek had pronounced since he'd got into that damned hospital.

Aaron sighed. "The others wanted to come, but I can't let them get distracted from the case, so I came here to check on you in person. It's the only way I got them to agree to stay at the station and keep working."

Derek finally understood what he meant; the cogs in his brain processing the situation with a concerning delay. He arched his eyebrows and rubbed his face with his palm, as if something Hotch said had awakened him all of a sudden.

"I thought you were here because the case was over" Derek snorted, shaking his head in a silent self-scolding.

"I- I don't know how I could think that..." he added, hunching on himself with his elbows dug in his sore knees.

"How long have you been waiting here?" Aaron asked after a few seconds, shooting him a concerned and squinting glance.

Derek briefly checked his wristwatch. "Since midnight, I think."

It was almost 3 am.

Hotch knew he couldn't ask him to swap and go get some air while he stayed there; he would've never accepted and it was only understandable. Plus, it wouldn't do any of them any good: he would be stuck in the hospital while the team needed him on the case. But he couldn't just leave him like that, what kind of teammate would he be?

"Alright." he sighed deeply. "I'm gonna wait here with you." he asserted, sitting down next to him and picking out the phone from his pocket, to inform the others by text.

Morgan scowled, as his head shot up. "No Hotch c'mon, it's already bad that I'm not working, you- you gotta get back, I'm gonna call you whenever I know something anyway-"

"I'm gonna stay until he's out of surgery and I know you both are ok." Hotch cut him off, without an inch of reconsideration in his voice. "Cause you're clearly not thinking straight right now." he concluded, searching deep in the other man's eyes for some sort of outraged reaction to his accusation, even being well aware that Derek had to be told by someone. And Hotch always seemed to be the one designated for that role.

Morgan faced down to stare at the blue linoleum floor again. After some seconds, he nodded silently, gulping to try and make that lump in his throat go away.

He realized that type of reaction wasn't normal for him. It almost never, ever happened to him to corner himself within his own head and turn to silent mode, in these kind of situations. He was usually the type to remain lucid - of course heating up and pacing around restlessly and punching things and cursing through clenched jaws; nonetheless lucid : interacting with the things and places and people surrounding him, letting himself feel whatever he had to feel and letting other people see it. Acting like he was acting in that moment, that just wasn't him. That could be JJ at times or...or Spencer. His Spencer.

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After another 20 minutes of waiting in complete silence - which were nothing, compared to the 3 hours Derek had already waited - the doctor entered the crowded room. And Derek didn't even notice.

He was still sitting, eyeing blankly at the portion of floor in between his combat boots. He couldn't hear anything but his paranoid thoughts, not even the general noise and buzz of people's voices - let alone the doctor's footsteps.

Hotch instinctively stood up from the chair.

"Morgan-" he said, tapping on his shoulder.

Derek looked up at him distractedly, raising his brows. Aaron pointed at the doctor approaching them, right behind him.

He immediately got up as well and turned around; once again taking a second too many to process what was happening. He started to feel all the pressure again, heart pounding in his chest to deafness, palms oozing sweat, the knot in his larynx forming once again - for the fourth time at least that night, if one had to keep count.

"How is he?" he asked impatiently, taking for granted that he was even...alive.

"He got very lucky. The bullet didn't hit one of the major arteries just by half an inch or so." the doctor answered, calmly and reassuringly. "The excellent job you did at minimizing the blood loss on the scene was surely a determining factor." he spoke directly to Derek now, smiling widely.

Relief washed over the two agents, whose shoulders slumped and lungs released audible sighs.

"Can we see him right away?" Derek questioned further, hopeful.

"Yes, absolutely, but you have to consider that he's lost a lot of blood and stayed unconscious for quite a while. So it might take him some time to wake up from the anesthesia. Plus, he has to rest well, of course."

"Thank you." was all Derek managed to say, with watery eyes and trembling voice barely coming out of his mouth - but he really did mean it.

Aaron shook the doctor's hand, equally thankful, and quickly picked his phone out of his pocket.

"I'm calling the others right now. You go." Hotch ordered with his usual firmness and loyalty, which he maintained even in such tense situations; giving him a complicit look.

Derek simply nodded in response, infinitely grateful.

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He opened the door of Spencer's room quietly, having acknowledged that he was still sleeping.

It was early morning; a faint, cold-hued light filtered through the blinds of the window. Derek couldn't see much, if not the outlines of some pieces of furniture and - most importantly - Spencer's shape lying on the bed. And that was more than enough for the moment being.

A gasp hitched halfway to his lungs, and his heart started beating with such intensity it could crack his sternum open, and his eyes prickled with tears of joy.

Morgan quietly grabbed the chair in the corner of the room and placed it beside the bed. He wanted to hug him so bad, but couldn't bring himself to wake him up; so he just sat there for a while, looking at him, at how the dim light enveloped his peacefully sleeping features and created weird shadows on his wrinkled hospital gown - for a second, he couldn't refrain from realizing that he looked beautiful even in that sloppy piece of clothing, with his tangled mop of hair sprawled all over the pillow.

Morgan reached out for the man's hand to lightly stroke his knuckles with the pads of his fingers. As soon as he did that, a single tear managed to part from the puddle heaped up before his pupils and trail down his cheek, falling down to sink into the cotton fabric of the blanket; not sure if that was due to the relief of being able to sense the warmth of Spencer's hand, or just because he was exhausted; or both.

Derek figured he wasn't gonna wake up any sooner if he stared at him for hours: he gave in to the impulse of resting his temple on his folded arms, over the bed, careful not to touch Spencer.

And he fell asleep.

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- 4 hours later (7 am ca.)

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Spencer opened his eyes. He felt wobbly, like he was caged in a glass bubble, and his neck hurt like hell, for lack of a term powerful enough.

He looked around and saw Derek, sitting beside the mattress with his head resting on the bed, sleeping. A disarmed smile played at the corners of his lips: of course he knew he would find him there, but quite frankly he didn't expect him to fall asleep like that.

He reached out to him with a hand, a little shaky from the weakness, and gently caressed his cheek, not sure if he wanted him to wake up or not. After all, he had no idea how much - or how little - sleep he managed to get; still: he needed to hear his voice and see that smile of his as much as he needed oxygen in his lungs.

Derek startled awake with a gasp, straightening up in his seat and checking his watch. It took him a while to notice that Spencer's hand was what had woken him up.

Then he saw him.

"Spencer-" he whispered and instantly stood up from the chair to sit on the bed beside him, stroking his forehead with a thumb.

Spencer suddenly realized Derek's arm was bandaged.

"W-what happened to you?" were his first words, hoarse and cracky; as he tried to prop himself up a little to half-sit on the bed.

"Nothing baby, bullet scratched me. How are YOU feeling? D'you want water or something? Jell-o?" the other asked, knowing exactly Spencer had a thing for Jell-o, not hesitating to brush off his unmotivated concern.

"No I'm fine, just...you should get back to the case, actually." Spencer said half-heartedly as reality hit him all of a sudden, making his smile fade away. He wanted him to stay, but on the other hand he knew keeping him there was only gonna slow down the team. They needed him more than he did - or at least, that's what he was trying to convince both himself AND Derek of.

"Nope. Not happening." the other dismissed, with a tone that left little to no space for protesting. He took Spencer's hand, lacing their fingers together.

His boyfriend gazed at him with puppy eyes. He should have expected that.

Derek sighed, cocking his head. "A'ight, look. They've probably already solved it by now. Best believe Hotch would've called me if it was necessary that I'd be there." he explained, reasonably. The point he was making was enough to ease down some of the guilt weighing on Spencer's chest for wishing he would stay.

"Plus," Derek continued, reaching his hand out to comb his fingers through Spencer's entangled curls. "I wouldn't be able to concentrate much right now anyway, pretty boy." he smiled at him.

Spencer giggled; the weight of his guilt now completely lifted off of his heart by Derek's smile - the brightest he'd ever seen, even being well aware of how much that whole chaos from last night must have drained him out. Only his Derek could.

"Come here" he then whispered, opening his arms, ready to melt into his hug.

Derek didn't wait another second to lean closer and wrap his strong arms around his boyfriend's skinny, temporarily fragile body; tight but not too tight, afraid to hurt him. He'd wanted to take him in his arms since the moment he opened the door and saw him, alive, 4 hours before. He released a content sigh, burying his face into Spencer's warm neck, where his nose was being slightly tickled by that soft hair - as per usual.

Spencer gently kissed Derek's temple, ignoring the fact that in doing so he would've inevitably had to tilt his neck in a hurtful way. Indeed:

"Shit-" he whispered as he pressed a hand on his bandaged neck, scrunching his muzzle in a grimace of pain but somewhat amused at the same time: he wondered if it was gonna feel like someone was twisting his throat everytime he tilted his head as little as an inch.

Derek carefully let go of the hug and placed his palm over Spencer's; his eyes revealing guilt and regret for having complied his request to hug him.

"Fuck- sorry about that, kid..."

While the other man's gaze was concentrated on his bandaged wound, Spencer's pupils fluttered around his features, displayed a few inches from his face.

"It's nothing, just kiss me." he murmured like he was in a rush, like he hadn't even thought for a second before spitting it out like that. Which was something he usually did only when he said awkward stuff - only to receive the "Reid, wtf" signature look in response.

He placed a hand behind Derek's head and pulled him closer impulsively, risking their teeth to collide.

Derek was definitely not expecting the man's warm tongue to push into his mouth like that, forcing him to part his lips way more widely than if it were just going to be the quick peck he was initially expecting it to be.

He wanted to draw Spencer even closer, but figured placing his hand on his jaw or - even worse - on his nape, would make him flinch in pain again, so he opted to wrap him back in his arms; one draped over his shoulders and the other tight around his waist.

Spencer gradually slowed down and eventually stopped, struggling to breathe evenly. He opened his eyes to stare dreamily into Derek's; still tied in each other's arms to keep their noses 3 inches apart at most.

He smiled in a sweet, silly way and laid a couple of quick kisses on both corners of Derek's mouth, making him helplessly smile too.

"I love you." Spencer murmured against the other's grinning lips. He had enough time to place on them only a couple more quick pecks, before his boyfriend managed to untangle from his limbs and pull back a little, laughing at how fucking adorable he was.

As he chuckled and put a few more inches between their faces, the memory of Spencer saying "I love you" the night before flashed back into his mind for a second. The jarring difference in how that same phrase was pronounced in those two diametrally opposed contexts made Derek feel things, not quite sure what things. Spencer most definitely couldn't remember saying it - his near unconscious state from last night overpowering his eidetic memory - though Derek recalled mumbling something among the lines of "you can say that to me later"... Anyway, he pushed those inconclusive thoughts away before they could ruin such a precious moment.

"Alright, alright, I would've gone to get you that Jell-o even without all this, you know?" he said, betraying his feigned indignation when he couldn't resist placing one last kiss on Spencer's Cupid's bow. "Or is this your apology for scaring the shit out of me and making me cry like a baby? Cause either way, it's working. You really ARE a magician, huh" he winked jokingly.

Spencer giggled and rolled his eyes. "Come on, it's not about the Jell-o!"

Derek let go of him altogether and stood up from the bed, before mocking him yet once more.

"Yeah, whatever. Imma go get that Jell-o, you stay here." as if he could actually get up and walk around the hospital, duh...

Spencer dropped his arms on the bed, as a sign of complaint. "Seriously though, I don't want Jell-o right now I- I want you ! Even if you bring it to me it's gonna stay exactly wherever you put it!" he tried to convince him not to leave the room, blushing as a result of having let "I want you" slip out like that.

Even if what Spencer said and the tone with which he said it and the face with which he said it were persuasive to say the least; Derek already had his hand on the door handle by then. He opened it and turned around toward Spencer one last time before getting out.

"I need an excuse to get out of here or Imma eat you alive, so you better thank me." he concluded with a glare and a smirk, playfully pointing a threatening finger at his boyfriend before finally closing the door behind him.

-

Spencer sighed in resignation, slowly returning to lie down on the mattress with his head on the pillow.

He stared at the ceiling and covered his eyes with his hand, smiling from ear to ear.

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Moreid one shot, 20 - "it feels good"

(it's literally 4:50 in the morning ffs) This isn't inspired by anything, I imagine it set around seasons 3/4 because I feel like they haven't been dating long but it's completely without context

I'd say this is a random "morning in Reid's bed" kinda fic. And if u hadn't already noticed, yes I'm going through a Derek Morgan appreciation phase here

SMUT! (= you can't read it here you have to follow the AO3 link. I know there's nothing wrong with posting nsfw stuff on Tumblr but still. Also it's too long to even fit in a Tumblr post the nerve to call a +10,000 words fic a "one shot")

I FEEL LIKE THIS IS BORING? I'M SORRY *smashes head against nearest wall multiple times*

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Reid woke up in his bed, immediately wondering whether that had happened because of a slit of sunlight filtering through the curtains, hitting one of his eyes to blindness; or because of how his right arm was approaching numbness, too long stretched out along the other pillow, resting under the weight of Morgan's neck for hours - his boyfriend, to be precise; which he always aimed to be.

For him, it was unusual to say the least. To not wake up alone in an empty bed, that is. Adding the fact that not only he wasn't alone, but he also wasn't wearing anything but his briefs - as Morgan was - the whole situation, he decided, could no longer be defined as unusual, rather as basically impossible to believe.

He rubbed his eyes with a hand - the one attached to the arm not immobilized by the other's body - to clear his vision and take a better look at what was lying beside him: Morgan's broad, dark back and strong shoulders, slightly expanding with every breath he took. His skin was unblemished, occasionally decorated with some tattoo - of which, by the way, he still had to hear the story behind - and was dipped in a color he'd always named as coffee brown, but with the suffused light enveloping the room in that moment, he contemplated if maybe a warmer shade of brown was more appropriate - like chocolate. Penelope's nicknames made a lot of sense, now that he really thought about it.

Spencer tried to slowly slip his arm away from underneath the crook of the man's neck, definitely not wanting to wake him up - first of all, the case they'd just come back from the night before had drained out Derek particularly; second, he was planning to enjoy the sight for as long as he could.

He held his breath for a second when Morgan shifted at the sudden loss of contact, rolling around to face the ceiling and raising an arm to bend it on the pillow above his head, while the other remained splayed along his side on the mattress; his chin slightly tilted upwards to reveal his neck. Reid exhaled once it was clear that that hadn't been enough to wake him, admittedly missing the warmth on his bicep.

Spencer carefully sat up on his heels. He bit back a smile as the position guaranteed an even thorough view of the other man. His pupils traced every part of Derek's exposed torso, and his face, and arms and hands and anything he could lay them on. He was sure he'd never had the privilege of seeing anything like that before - at least not from such a close perspective.

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Moreid one shot, 21 - "a box for such a feeling"

(I'm back yay) So this isn't based on an episode, it's based on a beautiful prompt by @criminal-hotch (love u <3), set around season 4

Spencer has to interview a kid, escaped from the unsub's captivity, who happens to be gay. To try and loosen his nerves enough to give him the information the team needs in order to crack the case, the kid asks Reid a lot of questions about his relationship - of which the team "doesn't know about" - though the genius finds himself unsure of what to answer ;)

I didn't linger over explaining the case because 1) I'm no good with cases and 2) we're here for Moreid aren't we lol. Pls read the prompt, I hope I did it a tiny bit of justice! (ur gonna have to read the fic on AO3 it's +8000 words)

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"We're looking for a white, homosexual male, in his mid to late twenties." Hotch stated, looking around to make sure he had the officers' undivided attention.

He continued. "He most likely keeps his victims where he lives, which isn’t far away from his hunting zone."

"The reason for such behavior is that he feels a personal connection to his victims." Reid prompted. "He sees himself in them, hence abducts them nearby pubs and bars he himself probably used to frequent in the earlier stages of his own sexual discovery."

Rossi tailed the young genius' intervention. "His killings aren't motivated by a need for attention. They are an accomplishment of a mission he has the duty of bringing to an end, and judging by the remorse shown in how and where he dumps the bodies, this duty is supposedly imposed by some sort of deity or higher authority."

"This is why he won't inject himself into the investigat-"

"Agent Hotchner," an officer stormed into the room with her phone in hand and a pale tint to her face, interrupting Morgan.

Everyone in the room turned heads toward the woman.

"A victim has escaped. He- he’s at the hospital now, luckily he appears to be unharmed."

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Moreid one shot, 11 - "hold on to that"

Season 11, episode 16 "Derek" (the one where Derek is abducted and tortured, and stays in a coma for 3 days - but we're gonna pretend it was a little longer than that ;)

Of course in the show Morgan wakes up to a pregnant Savannah and asks her to marry him, oof

This is fluffy. I usually can't STAND cheesy fluff with other ships, but this is what these two do to me,,, smh

Note: this is OBVIOUSLY medically inaccurate. Waking up from a 7-day coma and immediately talk/hug/smooch would be quite the challenge

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It was a gloomy, rainy late-afternoon. Reid had been sitting on that crappy, plastic chair for the past 3 hours and 11 minutes: he arrived at the hospital half an hour before the consented visiting hour - at 2:30 pm - during which he stood outside staring at the entrance with his umbrella in hand, under the pouring rain.

That had been his routine for the last 7 days: going to work to do some desk job - Hotch had made it possible for the team to not be busy in any new cases for a week after Derek's...incident - and coming to the hospital as soon as he got out, which, most of the times, was too late. Still, he persevered to quickly pass by every single day, regardless of the time, even if it was just to ask the nurse or Derek's doctor how he was doing. And the answer he received was always the same, along the lines of: he's stable, there's not really much way of accurately knowing when he'll wake up, but it could be approximately within a couple of weeks at worst. At worst. Like even just one, single day wouldn't be bad already.

In all of this, sleeping was obviously not involved. Only a couple of nights Spencer had managed to fall asleep, but he'd been woken up after 3 or 4 hours by the same nightmare: the doctor telling him that Derek was cerebrally dead.

It was more often during work, or during his endless hours of sitting in Derek's room, that he'd unconsciously fallen asleep, interrupted a few minutes later by a concerned JJ or Hotch, or by the fictitious sensation that Derek had finally woken up.

And that afternoon specifically, the weather wasn't contributing to making the sleep deprivation + almost complete loss of hope situation any better.

He hadn't really spoken to anyone on the team about what was going on inside his head, even though JJ and Penelope had tried several times to make him spill it out, and had eventually given up. Let alone his mom - to whom he was used to write letters, telling her all those things he couldn't bring himself to tell the others - who didn't even know what had happened to Derek in the first place.

He shut down like he always did in situations like this, partly because if he started opening up to someone about how he was feeling, he would irredeemably fall apart, like a small breach in the tarmac that one day, out of nowhere, could cause it to completely tear in half; partly because letting other people know what he was feeling would make them in some way witnesses of things and concerns and scenarios that, until that point, had only existed in his mind, making everything "real". As if what had happened to Derek wasn't real already.

Almost every day, at a certain point, some other member of the team would join Reid at the hospital, mostly to check on him rather than on Morgan. Penelope would even talk to Derek, since the doctor had told them that he probably could hear them. Spencer had tried to do that the first couple of days, when he was still hopeful and trusting of "the process" and all that motivational, optimistic and quite questionable stuff that Penelope had fed them with all these years, everytime something bad happened.

But then he gave up. He didn't even know what to say to him: did it make any sense to ramble about his day, when there wasn't Morgan around to make it interesting? To make it worth living? No, it didn't, Reid answered to himself, trying not to give in to such cheesy thoughts, constantly failing and starting to cry over Derek's bedsheets.

-

But it was 5:41 pm, and nobody had showed up yet. Reid didn't even know whether he'd hoped for that to happen or not. It didn't make that much of a difference to him, looking at Morgan's unconscious body alone or with someone, except for the fact that in the first case he didn't have to worry about the embarrassment of bursting out crying and the other person trying to comfort him.

Spencer finally shifted his eyes away from the wall in front of him, and lifted his chair up to place it even closer to the bed. He stared at Derek for a while and gulped, trying to rehydrate his desert-like dry mouth.

"Just wake up." he simply whispered, like it was an order.

He sighed as his eyes started to fill up with tears - again. If he didn't know the physiological process behind the act of crying, he would wonder - like a kid would probably do - how someone's eyes could produce so many tears in such a short time period, multiple times, without running out of them.

"Wake up for me." he pleaded once again.

Spencer reached out for his hand, holding it tight, like if he squeezed it as hard as he could maybe he would trigger in it the muscular response of squeezing back. He didn't really believe that, of course, but he had been struggling to spot the difference between what was real and what wasn't, probably because of the sleep deprivation.

Feeling the coldness in Derek's hand made him let out a sudden cry he didn't know he'd been holding inside his lungs, screwing his eyes close until the first tear wetted his cheek and gave in to dropping his forehead heavily on the mattress.

At some point, Reid shot up from his seat abruptly, making the legs of the chair screech against the floor, and stormed out of the room, without even bothering to close the door.

He quickly headed to the restroom down the hallway, struggling to even walk straight because of the dizziness the combination of getting up so fast and the blinding light of the neon lamps was causing him.

-

"...Spencer?" he thought he heard a male's voice from behind, not able to identify exactly whom it belonged to. He didn't turn around, guessing that it was probably the umpteenth hallucination of Derek's voice calling out his name. He couldn't afford to believe that again. He would fall apart altogether.

He got in the bathroom and made his way to the first stall available, locking himself in.

Spencer stood there, leaning with his back against the door, and started sobbing like a kid. He tried to make less noise possible, even though he had noticed no one was there as soon as he got in. But most of all he didn't really care anyway, at that point.

-

After a couple of minutes, he heard the door of the bathroom open, but no steps followed that noise. He immediately tried to pull himself together, wiping off the tears from his face with shaky hands and taking deep breaths.

The unknown man started to walk exactly toward his stall. By the sound the soles of his shoes made on the floor ceramic tiles and the rhythm of his pace, it finally came to Spencer's mind who said man was, figuring he must have also been the one calling his name in the hallway a few minutes before.

Spencer turned around and looked down, seeing the man's feet from the gap between the floor and the door. As he had imagined, he saw a pair of Blundstones, black, worn out and still slightly wet from the pouring rain outside: they were Rossi's.

"Come on, Spencer. I know you're in there." David said softly through the closed door, breaking such cold silence and giving Spencer the final clue that, as a matter of fact, he had guessed correctly.

Spencer turned around with a sigh, closing his eyes and placing a hand on the doorknob but waiting a few seconds before coming out. As if a few seconds were enough to prepare himself for the kind of talk he was well aware was expecting him. Specifically Rossi's type of talk who, as the older member of the team, was kind of a father figure to all of them - besides from Hotch, to whom he was a best friend and an older brother at the same time. To Spencer, Rossi had in some way replaced Gideon, even if not completely - evidence of that was in his reaction to the latter's death, a year and a half before - and Gideon, in turn, had in many ways replaced Reid's actual dad.

So, the "Rossi talk" wasn't that much different from a dad talk; even though, much to his defeat, Reid had to admit he didn't actually know what a dad talk sounded like.

-

Spencer finally came out and saw him, a cup of coffee in his hand and an expression of deep concern on his face.

He immediately looked down at his feet, putting his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie - which, by the way, wasn't actually HIS hoodie. It was Derek's. And that was the first thing Rossi noticed, since in 9 years that he'd known Spencer, he'd never seen him wearing a hoodie - and Rossi's memory was notoriously matchless. If one doesn't count Reid's memory, that is - of course. There was another thing that he noticed, about the hoodie: there were a couple of drops of something wet on it, clearly standing out on the light grey fabric. Tears, he figured - although to be fair he could've guessed Reid had been crying just by the swelling and flush of his eyes.

David affectionately put a hand on Spencer's cheek, interrupting the silence.

"Son," he sighed "You know he IS gonna wake up, eventually, right? You must know that." he paused, receiving no answer from Spencer, verbal or physical what so ever. "The doctor said he will wake up. You're too smart a kid not to understand that that's what you need to hold on to." he added.

Spencer raised his eyes to finally look back at him, trying not to get too affected by the worried and melancholic gaze the man was directing toward him.

"I-I'm trying-" he paused to clear his voice "-to hold on to that. But seeing him like that..." he gulped, feeling the lump building up in his throat again and his voice getting uncontrollably shaky. "Knowing that he is alive, but then I look at him and he seems-" he swallowed the word 'dead' before it could come out of his mouth. "...you know?"

"I know." Rossi replied. "But I also know that deep down you don't wanna give up, even if you feel like it." he gently patted on Spencer's cheek.

"You can't give up on Derek, kiddo." he concluded, making Spencer clench his jaw and his heart miss a beat when he mentioned Derek's name out loud.

"Yeah. I-I know that too." Spencer said, so low his voice barely came out steady, nodding like he was trying to convince himself of that more than he was trying to convince Rossi.

They stayed in silence for a while, Spencer still unable to look directly into the other man's pupils.

"Oh, by the way, this was supposed to be for you, but I guess it's disgustingly cold now..." Rossi said trying to lift up the mood a little bit, while handing him the coffee. There was no way of convincing Spencer that he needed to go home and get some sleep - not that he would've managed to, anyway - so David figured that, at that point, he might as well just help him stay up with caffeine, since that was Spencer's plan no matter what.

"Thanks..." Reid smiled shortly as he took the cup, trusting that Rossi would understand that he wasn't thanking him so much for the coffee, rather for his always pragmatical way of supporting him. Or everyone on the team, really.

"Let's head back now, shall we?" Rossi said checking his watch, implying that, maybe, staying in that cold and quite sad hospital restroom wasn't the best way of spending the last hour left of visiting time.

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They got out and made their way back to Derek's room, through the empty hallway.

When they were 6 ft away, Spencer heard a voice coming from the room direction. Again, he thought he was dreaming of it.

But once he got only a couple feet from the door, he not only could hear the voice more clearly, recognizing it was the doctor's: he also noticed the door was now closed, recalling he did not close it.

"...am I going crazy or someone's talking in there?" Rossi asked from behind, frowning.

Spencer froze, staring at the door handle with goggly eyes and his mouth hanging open.

"Did- did you close the door?" he asked, without even turning around.

"What?- No, I never even got in in the first place." Rossi replied, quite confused by the question, wondering why it mattered.

Spencer finally opened the door.

-

He saw the doctor listening to Derek's breathing with his stethoscope, interrupting himself as soon as he heard the door opening.

"S-Spencer?" Derek mumbled with a hoarse voice, unable to see 100% clearly, partly because of the 7-day coma - of course - partly because the room was quite dark from the cloudy weather outside.

"Doctor Reid! Here you are." the doctor greeted, wearing a wide smile as he approached the two.

"He's stable and perfectly fine, as you can see. He woke up about 10 minutes ago and called me with the button..." he gesticulated, turning his head around to smile reassuringly at Derek "...since no one was here. We still have to periodically visit him and run some blood tests before determining when you can bring him home." the doctor paused, seeing that Spencer was frozen in spot and staring at Derek with an empty expression, while Rossi was the only one actually listening.

"...but we can discuss all this later, anytime. Now we're gonna leave them alone, right agent Rossi?" he concluded politely, patting his hand on Spencer's shoulder.

"Absolutely." David answered, with his phone already in hand to call Hotch, affectionately waving at Derek while the doctor held the door open.

-

The second the men shut the door behind them and left the other two alone, Spencer felt his eyes tingling again, his breath shaking; attempting to gather all his self control not to drop the coffee on the floor and run toward Derek to hug him.

Instead, he somewhat managed to almost composedly make his way to sit on the bed, beside him, putting the cup on the nightstand.

"Derek-" he called out his name, whispering, like he couldn't believe it was really him. Finally, he got to wrap his arms around the other man, who was still laying down on the bed; squeezing him so tight he could've broken his ribs and sobbing loudly against his neck.

Derek shut his eyes close, feeling his bottom lip slightly trembling and the tears run down his temples to sink into the pillow, as he held Spencer's head close to him with his fingers tied in his hair.

"I-I'm so sorry, kid- I'm so sorry" Derek whispered between sobs.

Spencer let go of - probably - their longest hug ever, wiping away the tears with his sleeve and cupping Derek's face in his hands.

"Don't. This was never you fault. I'm not mad at you." he comforted him, sniffling, while wiping Derek's his tears too, once again with "his" hoodie sleeve.

Spencer leaned closer again, this time to finally kiss him.

"W-wait" Derek stopped him a second after, when his lips were already brushing against Spencer's, having a hard time breathing properly in that position. He pulled himself up to sit, adjusting the pillow behind his back with a slight grimace of pain on his face.

"Better" he said, taking Spencer back in his arms, being able to finally kiss him the way he wanted to.

He put his hand behind his neck to get deeper, and as soon as he allowed his tongue to find its way into his warm, comforting mouth, he felt the slightly salty taste of Spencer's tears spreading into his.

Derek broke the kiss way before he'd wished to, due to his short breath - it took him a few minutes of inhaling and exhaling heavily against Spencer's damp lips to steady it out.

Once he'd managed to get a hold of his breathing, he leaned back on the pillow to take a better look at Spencer with heavy eyelids and a hand on his jaw, stroking his chin with his thumb.

Spencer stared back at him with big eyes and a silly smile on his face, for something like 3 full minutes, until Derek's voice finally breached through the homely silence of the room.

"Alright, you're looking at me like I fell from heaven. I just got out of a 7-day coma, this is not my best shape, just so you know" he said jokingly, while straightening up with his back.

Spencer giggled and looked down.

"Sorry. It's just- I feel like I'm dreaming..." he replied.

Derek's contagious smile gradually turned into a more serious expression. Now that his vision had cleared out, as the sky outside had, after the rain - "what a fucking cliché", he thought - he could see how exhausted his boyfriend was. His lips were dry - but that, he'd already noticed when his tongue had brushed past them - his hazel eyes had lost that "glow" they always had, not to mention the already dark circles around them had never been that dark, very much visible in comparison with the rest of his skin, paler than usual.

Derek leaned closer to him again, lifting Spencer's chin up with his finger.

"About that..." he sighed, his voice getting deeper. "...you haven't been sleeping much now, have you?" he asked, gently.

-

Reid's weakest spot was his sleeping pattern, so everytime he was going through a rough patch, that was the first thing that got messed up. Everyone on the team knew that, but Morgan in particular played a big role in it, willingly or not - even before they were a couple. Another symptom of Spencer not being well, that was maybe a little less obvious to the others, was a massive increase in his already above average consume of caffeine, instead of actual food.

As that, too, popped into Derek's mind, it seemed to him that Spencer's cheeks were almost imperceptibly more hollow, if it was even possible for someone to get visibly thinner in just a week - like he wasn't skinny enough already, as his mom always pointed out. 

Spencer gulped nervously, adjusting his hair - also messier than usual - behind his ears.

"H-how could I sleep?" he asked rhetorically, his smile fading away as he was having a hard time bearing with the sad look Derek was giving him.

Derek didn't answer: there was no way he - or anybody - could blame him for not being able to sleep. He wouldn't have managed to sleep either if the same thing that happened to him had happened to Spencer. God, he couldn't even THINK of such a thing happening the other way around.

"Derek uhm- even though the doctor told me you were going to wake up, that- that's just not how I actually processed it." Spencer continued, now that his voice had got steadier and he'd found the courage to finally look him in the eyes, albeit with a frown.

"I knew that you would wake up eventually, not just because the doctor told us, but because I knew the physical damage you went through wasn't severe to the point- anyway, I knew that. Deep down." he explained further, trying to break down for Derek what he had gone through the past week, but ending up rambling like he always did either when his brain was working faster than his words could keep up, or - as in this case - when he was uncomfortable and upset.

"In spite of that, at some point my mind took for granted that you were dead." he added, pausing to catch his breath and lower his voice. "...so I started functioning as if you were dead. And to be honest it was one of the scariest things I've ever experienced." he concluded, trying with all his strength not to start crying again.

All those things that Spencer was saying, made Derek feel like his heart was being shattered with a hammer, and his stomach was being tied in a tight knot; a rising sensation akin to flat-out guilt. He rubbed his face with a palm, trying to wrap his mind around what Spencer must have gone through.

"I-I can't even begin to imagine what you had to go through, Spencer, but I'm here now and-" he shook his head vigorously, as if forcibly attempting to cut himself off mid-phrase, shutting his eyes. "this is- this is all my fault, I'm so, so sorry Spencer I don't know how to make it up to you I-"

"Nonono, no, that's not what I'm saying" Spencer interrupted him immediately, taking his hand - the one not bandaged - and entwining their fingers together securely. "That's the OPPOSITE of what I mean. I am the one who's sorry, f- for- for giving up on you so quickly... I didn't do it on purpose though, it's like a defense mechanism that my mind employs to numb itself, I- I lose hope to try and get closure, you know that's what I do- I just don't want you to think that I did that out of not-" Spencer blurted out, almost choking on that last bit. He shifted his eyes down, stroking the back of Derek's hand with his thumb as a way of calming himself.

"I- I didn't do it out of not loving you. Because I do- I love you. You know that- a- at least I hope you do." his chin was trembling visibly by the time he had concluded.

Derek stayed silent throughout Spencer's whole speech, not knowing how to phrase that he had absolutely no fault in all this, what so ever. In actuality, nobody did, beside the people who hurt him - who hurt all of them.

"I know." he finally answered, simply. "And you don't owe anybody any explanation. Especially me." Derek told him gently, his eyes watery. "and- and I love you, too. So much."

Spencer nodded, smiling lopsidedly.

-

After a moment of silence, enough to lift some of the weight resting heavily on their hearts, Derek spoke up again.

"You can keep the hoodie, by the way. There are probably more of my clothes in your closet than in mine." he said, smiling a little.

"Yeah, It's enormous for me though!" Spencer giggled, pulling at the fabric of the hoodie to show him how loose it hung on his skinny torso.

"...but it has your smell..." he added, shrugging timidly.

Derek grinned even wider and cocked his head. What the hell did he do to deserve such a precious human being?

He shifted closer to place soft, smiley pecks on his boyfriend's temple, and cheek, and chin.

"It looks real good on you" kiss "pretty boy" kiss "if you ask me" yet another kiss, as his fingers ran through Spencer's hair and caressed his nape, making him slightly ticklish.

"O-okay-" he answered, chuckling and wishing he didn't stop.

-

But they heard a knock on the door. Spencer gently pulled him away looking down at his watch: visiting hour would be over in 20 minutes - of course the others were coming. He turned his head around, looking at the door over his shoulder; still feeling his heart beating like crazy in his chest.

"Hey you guys, we're coming iiin!" JJ's joyful voice got louder as she slowly opened the door, followed by Penelope, Rossi, Hotch and Tara.

Now that they were all inside, greeting him cheerfully, Derek saw Penelope was holding a bunch of colorful balloons in her hand - not surprisingly, if he had to be honest. Nonetheless, they needed her exactly as she was.

"Look at my boys! So pretty and happy!!" she squealed, wearing the biggest smile ever and walking toward them with her arms spread open, ready to snuggle them both in one of her signature bone-crushing hugs.

Spencer turned his head again to face Derek briefly, before they could be squeezed into said hug.

They stared into each other's eyes, smiling like two kids.